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luvhughes43 · 4 months

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sibling jealousy | dad!jamie drysdale x reader

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request: for the Lila au how about Lila starts to get a little jealous of her sibling because she thinks Jamie and mom don’t love her anymore and Jamie and mom explain that they still love her and come up with ways Lila could help with the new baby.

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the move to philadelphia was hard enough on its own for the toddler, and with the recent addition of her brother to the household, lila was struggling to adjust to her new life.

suddenly, she wasn’t seeing her uncle trevor anymore, and her dad wasn’t at home as often - both due to him being off IR and because his new schedule was more demanding. then, there was a new baby who was constantly crying and taking up all of moms and dads time.

you and jamie were surprised that lila wasn’t getting along well with her brother - she had never really disliked anyone before. sure, she was shy and it took time for her to adjust to new people but… it had been months since noahs end-of-season birth and so it was shocking that lila was still struggling. she was avoiding anything to do with her brother, side-eyeing him all the time, and was throwing tantrums whenever you and jamie were tending to the baby.

it all came to a head on monday afternoon, when jamie got home from morning practice and wanted to spend time with his newborn.

“daddy!” lila screeched, running over to her dad who sat on the couch with the baby in his arms.

“woah! lila be gentle,” jamie cautioned, re-adjusting the baby closer to his chest.

lila paused, assessing the situation before asking her dad if he wanted to play. to no surprise, jamie politely declined and assured lila he would make the time to play later.

later

later.

it was always later. there was always something that needed to be done with the baby and frankly, lila was sick and tired of it. the 3 year old started to tear up.

when jamie looked up from the baby, all he saw was his daughter's sad eyes before you walked into the room and asked what was wrong.

“I HATE noah!” lila shouted, pointing one of her chubby fingers towards her baby brother. at the sound of your gasp, lila started sobbing.

“lila..?” jamie was confused, not at all sure of where this was all coming from. yes they had noticed that lila was slow to adjust to noah, but this wasn’t new behaviour from her.

lila shook her head before voicing her worries, “you don’t love me anymore!”

“of course we love you,” you try to assure your daughter, heart breaking at the sight of her tears. when you sit down on the floor beside her, she immediately crawls into your lap and open arms.

jamie sets noah in his baby toy-seat, and then sits with his daughter and wife on the floor. “we love you so much lila-bell,” he soothes, rubbing circles on her back as she clings to her mom.

lila continued crying, “no! you love no-ah now!”

“we love you both,” you chime in, bringing your daughter closer to your body.

lila shakes her head, simultaneously breaking both yours and jamie's hearts.

“you don’t play anymore,” she sniffles, shifting her head from your chest so she can look at her dad.

“i’m so sorry baby,” he responds, tears shining in his own eyes. when lila didn’t respond right away, he grabs her from your arms to cuddle.

“i’m so sorry,” he repeats. “i love you so much, okay?”

lila nods, finally settling down now that she was in her fathers arms.

“‘ove you too daddy,”

that night, when lila was peacefully sleeping cuddled up to her parents in bed, jamie and you quietly discussed how you were going to move forward. clearly, your new schedule wasn’t working.

when baby noah awoke the whole house with his cries, instead of letting lila pout in bed you and jamie brought her into the babys room with you guys. you took the extra time to show lila how she could be involved with the baby, and throughout the day you noticed her attitudes towards her brother had started to shift. she was no longer shying away from the baby, but instead was finding ways in which the whole family could play together. instead of laters, your days were filled with soft i love yous, and requests for lilas help when you couldn't get a minute away from the baby. that weekend, you found a sitter and you and jamie promised that you would always try and make time for “lila dates”, where you would spend a few hours hanging out with your girl. you never want lila to feel unloved again.

#lila my love au #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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ellecdc · 29 days

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(not a request, just some thoughts to ponder! godspeed regarding exams dear elle <3)

Thinking about ploy!marauders x reader who get together after Harry's been born? I would think that Remus and Sirius would have been together since school. But reader's always been stuck pining after her loves who were all already in relationships.

But once James and Lily separate the dynamic shifts and I can totally picture Sirius throwing it out there that they should all give being together a good go. James and Lily are still good friends, happily co-parenting.

Just stuck on the idea of what you think the reader and marauders role in raising Harry would be? would they be auntie and uncles? or function more like step-parents? And when James has Harry for the week how would that change their routine? Curious to hear your thoughts!

Lots of love :)

okay okay okay okay I don't have a fic for this but I have another request that I think needs this background for the head canon's I've been obsessed with based off of this suggestion (with @unstablereader's help)

so this isn't a fic but this is an inside look on how a lot of my fics are formulated 🤣😭

okay so I always hate the idea of Lily and James separating 😭 so either it was super amicable OR maybe Harry was the result of a drunken hook up between the two friends?? (before Jamie was with the other Marauders)

either way, I totally think the other's would have a parental/step-parent role. Like if the boys weren't called papa (Sirius) or da (Remus) etc, he'd certainly be like "at my house with my daddy and my moony and my pads!" and Pandora (I love me some good Pandalily) would be 'ma' and Lily was mummy.

So where @unstablereader and I went wild was maybe reader was our whimsical reader? And when Harry was quite young (toddler) and Siri & Jamie were aurors (so would be at work) and in a Voldemort free au we figured maybe Rem would start teaching earlier? That reader would watch Harry for them when it was Jamie's week with their son

And the boys were all obviously in love with her but none of them did anything about it yet. So we imagined this happening during one of Lily & James' exchanges or parent dates:

Lily: so, Y/N's been around a lot lately, yeah? James: oh yeah she's amazing; I mean, three of us and still our household would probably crash and burn if not for her Lily: *knowing smirk*, hm, so when are you guys going to make it official? James: I beg your pardon? Lily: please, Potter. I see the way you blokes look at her James: no no, it's not like that... *not convincing at all* Lily: James. Do you know what Harry calls her? James:........ Lily: he calls her "lovie". in fact, he calls her "his lovie". He thinks that's her name, James. James:...... Lily: he said, and I quote, "I was at home with my daddy, and my papa, and my da, and my lovie!" James:...... Lily: listen here; I have eyes, potter. and if she's as lovely as you're saying she is, you three better snatch her up before panda and I do.

then we imagined that maybe Sirius and Rem were close by

Sirius: *barges in out of no where* NO RED PLEASE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US Remus: Sorry guys, I tried to tell him to leave you guys to it. But now that we're here: Lils, please have mercy. The three of us can compete with you and Pandora??? Lily: you guys have a week and then fair's fair.

so a week later when Lily comes by to pick Harry up and reader is there

Lily: *sultry* hello darling y/n: Hello Lily! You know, if you'd asked first I would've said yes Lily: well if they don't treat you right, you know where to find us *James & Sirius come racing over* James: lovie, step away from the door right now Sirius: no more talking to Evans unsupervised *Remus walks in with Harry on his hip* Harry [speaking toddlerese]: mummy! is my wuvie going to wive at bof of Harry's houses? Lily: I'm not sure Has; what does your lovie think? Sirius: *panicked squawking* I SAID YOU CAN'T HAVE HER RED *throws reader over shoulder and disappears further into the house*

the end :)

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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Hi! I requested the last Jamie tartt/Kent!Sister that’s not phoebes mom.

Do you think you could another one with phoebe and Roy spending the day with them and phoebe making Roy jealous of how she adores Jamie? And reader just getting baby fever,and Roy figuring out she is and freaking out. Lol sorry it’s a lot! Thanks and love ur writing✨💜

Your wish is my command! I’m trying to get out of my writer’s block, so hopefully I’ll have more fics out tomorrow. We’ll see!

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

Molly is at work. Again. Which means you’re watching Phoebe with your brother, Roy. You point out that Roy doesn’t technically have to be here, but Phoebe vehemently protests that he does.

“Who will be the princess?” she asks, and you decide not to tell her that you wouldn’t mind. You sneak photos of Roy in the tiara to send to Jamie under the express condition that he never show anyone else. Jamie tells you that seeing the photo is enough for him.

Jamie is not scared of Roy, by the way. Sure, he’s dating the youngest Kent sibling and sure, Roy hates his guts, but it’s all a show, innit?

At least, that’s what Molly tells you both when you’re sitting at her kitchen table, distraught at 11pm.

But regardless of Roy’s feelings, he’s going to have to get over it because you love Jamie and he’s here to stay and that’s that. You’re actually meeting him at the park (per Phoebe’s request) and then the four of you are headed to lunch and a movie.

Jamie’s waiting on a bench by the time you make it to the park, and he lights up at the sight of you. He stands to greet you, but is intercepted by a running Phoebe. He puts his footballer reflexes to good use as he swings her high into the air as you shake your head grinning, and Roy just shakes his head.

You watch Jamie put Phoebe back on the ground and begin some elaborate secret handshake and, like lightning, you’re struck with a feeling of oh shit.

“Oh shit,” you breathe aloud.

Roy takes a sideways glance at you and his frown deepens. “No,” he says, but you’re not listening.

Because all you can think about is Jamie swinging your own kid into the air, or holding a tiny baby, or teaching a toddler how to kick a football.

In fact, it’s all you can think about the entire time you’re out. You forget to breathe as he teases Phoebe about her lunch order and Roy has to elbow you and say, “For fuck’s sake.”

Phoebe is holding Jamie’s hand and skipping on the way to the movie while you and Roy walk a ways behind them. His knee’s hurting him a little bit, so you’ve linked your arm around his.

“Just like when we were kids, huh Roy-o?” you grin.

Roy snorts. “Don’t really remember us walking fucking hand-in-hand, unless it was me dragging you away from Molly and her fucking marshmallow shooter.”

You shudder. “You know she used to lick them so they’d stick to us, right?”

Roy grimaces. “And you want a kid with marshmallow-licking genes with fucking Tartt? He’s practically a fucking child himself.”

You open your mouth to protest but Roy shakes his head.

“Don’t fucking argue with me, I see how you fucking look at him when he’s with Phoebe. Can practically hear the fucking wedding bells.”

You check to see if Jamie’s looking (he isn’t) then you punch Roy in the arm. “Fuck off, Roy. You love being an uncle. And Molly keeps asking when me and Jamie are going to take another step in our relationship, and maybe this is it. I mean sure, he’s a footballer and like probably the best one Richmond has ever seen-” Roy interjects with an oi- “and generally footballers don’t even want to settle down, but he’s dating me, and sure, it’s probably a little to fuel his obsession with you, I mean come on, our family has great eyebrows so it’s not a surprise that Jamie and I are together and fucking hell, Roy, he’d be such a great dad.”

Roy says, “You talked to fucking Molly about this?” like he’s been betrayed by his best friend.

You shrug with the one arm that isn’t held in his. “We all grew up in the same home and you didn’t realize that Molls is fucking nosy? Come on, Roy.”

Roy says, “Fucking hell,” and then you’re at the movie theater and unable to continue talking.

—

It is fucking late and you’re back at Jamie’s house. It’s just you two, and you’re in the kitchen with the dim lights on. You stayed at Molly’s after the movie while Roy cooked dinner, then stayed till she got back from the hospital. You and Jamie both decided you weren’t tired, which is why you’re on the floor of the kitchen eating out of a tub of ice cream.

You’ve both made a considerable dent when you put your spoon down and say, “Jamie.”

“Hm?” he asks, mouth full of mint chip.

“Do you-” you hesitate. “Do you ever think about where this is going?”

Jamie swallows and is silent, so you continue talking.

“I mean, obviously we don’t have to talk about it, I know that it’s a lot and we’re kind of just messing around, right? And with football and all that you don’t really have the whole settling-down kind of lifestyle, and anyway if you do it should probably be with a model or a pop star, especially since you’ve got the whole Beckham look going on right now.”

Jamie rolls his eyes and laughs. “That’s what you think? I’ve got the girl of my dreams and you think I’d dump you for a fucking model?”

You shrug without meeting his eyes.

“Oi,” Jamie says softly. “Is that really what you think? Or is this about something else?” He nudges your shoulder with his.

You sigh and turn to face him. “Look, I’ll tell you, but don’t fucking laugh or I’ll get Roy to mess you up.”

Jamie nods.

“I have baby fever.”

Jamie breaks into a grin and despite yourself, you mirror it.

“Don’t fucking laugh!” you protest, “It’s a real thing! And I have it so fucking bad, that all I could think about today is how much I wanted to go home and fuck you. I have no idea what we even did today. And Molly is always on me about giving Pheebs a cousin but I think it would actually kill Roy if I had a kid, because he still thinks of me as his baby sister even though I’m a literal adult.”

Jamie is shaking with poorly suppressed laughter and you shove him with your shoulder. “Why are you laughing, Jamie?” you giggle. “This is a real issue!”

Jamie is practically wheezing, doubled over and holding his sides.

“Babe,” he manages to get out, “usually I’m the one who’s thinking about fucking you all the time. It’s fucking hilarious that it was you. Now you know what it’s like.”

Good lord, this boy.

“And,” he continues, starting to wind down, “I didn’t realize Molly was talking to ya. Would’ve said something sooner if I knew.” He takes the ice cream out of your hands and pulls you onto his lap. You’re facing him, straddling his thighs. He places one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck. “Love,” he says, “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about it a fucking lot, actually. I want all that shit with you, a wedding, kids, whatever. I ain’t ever letting you go.”

You smile and thread your fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah?” you ask. “What else have you thought about?”

Jamie’s eyes darken and his tongue darts between his teeth. “Well,” he says, hands sliding from your neck to your waist and under your shirt, “though about all the work it takes to make a baby.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, except it comes out as a gasp because his hands are tracing soft patterns on your skin and you’re barely keeping yourself together, but you manage to breathe out a, “What else?”

Jamie smirks. “Well babe, pretty sure we’d have to be somewhere other than the floor to get the whole experience.”

You’re on your feet in a flash and pulling Jamie up the stairs to the bedroom. You’re good with this type of future planning.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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starogeorgina · 4 months

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

Paring: Oberyn Martell x Baratheon OC

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of animal cruelty

Chapter: 1.01

You stand before the iron throne teary-eyed; this was the goodbye you had been dreading for over a year. It was time for you to leave your home and travel to Dorne to meet your betrothed, Prince Oberyn Martell, the red viper.

The king's eyes move over the different entrances to the throne room, and many knights from the king's guard, including your uncle Jamie, stand at attention, ready to cut down any threat to the king and his family. “Your mother?”

Your mother visited your chambers the night before to inform you that Dornish men were known for ravaging women, and your wedding night will be one of the most unpleasant and painful experiences you’ll ever live through. You hadn’t seen her since then.

“We said our goodbyes last night, my king.”

He knows you’re lying; you often did when it came to Cersei. He stands and motions for you to step closer.

Your grandsire, Tywin Lannister narrows his eyes and nods. He was in full agreement that using you as a political pawn was the way forward. Joffrey stands beside him, looking bored, while Myrcella and Tommen both cry. You didn’t want to leave them, but it was your duty.

As the first legitimate child of King Robert Baratheon, you should have been next in line to the throne, but you were a daughter. So the throne would bypass you and go to the eldest male, Joffrey. The irony was that your father made you sit in his council meetings, would ask your opinions on different matters, and allowed you to sit in on your brother's sword lessons, something that your mother disapproved of. Your father had never once shown any interest in Joffrey or prepared him to rule one day.

Your father cups your face, wiping away a fallen tear with his thumb. “Cassana, my daughter, do not cry again, as I won't be there to wipe your tears anymore.”

“I will miss you, father.”

“Next time I see you, I will be at your wedding, and you will be the most beautiful bride the seven kingdoms have ever seen.”

—

“There she is.” Ellaria nudges Oberyn's shoulder and points in the direction of a young, timid-looking girl sitting on a staircase overlooking one of the ponds. “I expected her to have the famous golden lion hair.”

“Perhaps this one really is a Baratheon,” he quips. The Prince wasn’t sure if it was common knowledge or not that Cersei’s three youngest children were rumored to be fathered by their uncle Jamie. However, it appears his future bride wasn’t the result of incest.

“Princess Cassana Baratheon, the eldest daughter of King Robert, and Cersei fucking Lannister.”

Oberyn smirks at hearing the venom in his lover's voice; she hates House Lannister just as much as he does. He watches as the girl, who couldn’t have been much older than seventeen, twitches her jaw; she can sense them looking at them. He had argued with his elder brother, Prince Doran, when he agreed to the betrothal between Oberyn and the daughter of his enemy without his permission.

“Trust me, brother, this is the way.”

He should be going over to at least introduce himself, but the girl looks so terrified that Oberyn thought it was best to give her some time.

Ellaria Scoffs asks, “Why did she bring those things? Does she think Dorne doesn’t have cats?”

“Because if she left them behind, Joffrey would have killed them.”

Oberyn looks away from the girl and turns around to see the infamous imp, Tyrion Lannister, walking towards them. He was the only one willing to travel to Dorne with the princess.

Tyrion graciously accepts a cup of wine, then sits down and indulges the drink in full before continuing. “Years ago, Robert gifted my niece a kitten on her name day; he picked that particular one because he said it had curious eyes that matched his oldest daughter’s. She named it Milady. Cassana loved the little thing, and against my sister's wishes, she let it sleep in her bed, and it followed her around the keep, wherever my niece was, the kitten wasn’t far behind. It was quite cute, actually. Then one day it went missing, and Cassana searched the full red keep and cried herself to sleep every night for weeks missing it.”

Tyrion had a way of telling a story that was very intriguing, almost as if it were an old tale passed down through generations. The prince sits down on a plush yellow chair across from his quest, his arm casually swinging over the back of it. “Then what? Did she ever find it?”

A look void of emotion passes through Tyrion’s features; he clicks his tongue while refilling his cup with wine. He takes a large gulp. “One evening during dinner, Joffrey claimed to have a gift for his sister, something to cheer her up. He had a servant bring in a red silk bag, and inside it was whatever remained of Milady. Robert was horrified, of course, but Cersei stated that cats were horrid little creatures and continued eating her meal as Cassana bawled her eyes out.”

“A cunt.”

Tyrion lifts his cup in agreement with Ellaria’s statement. A Lannister’s cruelty never surprised him, but a brother being allowed to treat his own sister like that was... Oberyn had no words.

“And that was my sister being kind to her. Does that answer your question?”

“What question?”

Tilting his head back, Tyrion gives them a knowing look, as if he knew what question was burning on the tip of their tongues. “Why is this marriage allowed to go ahead? It’s because even Robert, a drunken fool of a king, knows he can’t protect his daughter from her mother’s hate.”

“The girl's eyes are swollen; is she scared that the Dornish aren’t as kind as the people of King's Landing?” Ellaria asks sarcastically.

“Cassana didn’t want to leave her father, Tommen, or Myrcella,” Tyrion answers truthfully. “She’s been shipped off to a foreign country to marry a stranger who’s twice her age, with customs she doesn’t know or understand, and it may have possibly crossed her mind that she may be used to get revenge for the sack of King's landing. Of course she’s scared.”

Ellaria's brows pull together; being a mother herself, she couldn’t fathom the idea of putting her own child in harm's way. “And the Lannisters were still willing to send her to Dorne, thinking we were nothing more than monsters wanting revenge?”

Oberyn clenches his jaw. “What was done to my sister and her children—”

“Was a travesty,” Tyrion says, cutting him off. “But my niece had nothing to do with it. And the girl is not dim; she’s under no false allusions to who her mother, father, and grandfather are.”

“And yet she loves them still.”

Tyrion shrugs. “Hmm, she loves Robert, but I wouldn’t be so sure about her feelings towards my father and Cersei.”

Oberyn crosses his legs; he was curious to learn if Tyrion was saying these things in the hope he would be sympathetic towards the girl. “Why do you think princess Cassana should be married to Martell?”

Looking over his shoulder, Tyrion smiles, observing his niece take in her new surroundings for a moment before answering. “Because I don’t believe you’ll treat her any worse than she already has been.”

—

After speaking with his guest for some time, Oberyn decides to go and introduce himself to Cassana. From everything Tyrion had told him, he felt nothing but pity for his future bride. He looks across the garden and notices his paramour glaring at the girl, who seemed content playing with her pets. Since the wedding would be held in a few months, Oberyn had extended the invitation for Tyrion to stay in Dorne so that Cassana wouldn’t be so alone.

Cassana doesn’t look back as he gets closer to her, even though she would have been able to hear him since the Prince was deliberately making his steps louder than normal. The Baratheon girl looks out of place by the way she was dressed; he’d need to have clothing that was more suited to the Dornish climate made for her.

A large black cat was stretched out across her lap, while two others playfully fought on the ground beside her feet, the sand sticking to their fur.

Oberyn sits down on the step beside her. Cassana was so caught up in her creatures that she merely offered him a polite nod before turning her attention back to the cat, which caused him to smile. “What’s its name?”

“This is Balerion. The brown one is Vhagar, and the white one is Meraxes.”

His brows arch in surprise. “You have an interest in Westeros history?”

“Mainly house Baratheon and Targaryen.”

“Why those houses?”

She continues to focus on the animal sprawled across her, scratching behind the cat's ear. Cassana nips at her tongue before answering, as if she’s thinking of an acceptable answer: “I like learning about my family’s history.”

“I imagined you’re tired of hearing about Robert’s rebellion.”

She scoffs, “The septa who taught myself and Myrcella was rather skilled in telling us the histories she wanted us to learn.”

He raises his brows and asks, “Is that so?”

“Nobody was ever going to tell us the full truth of what happened, only the parts they wanted to be remembered.”

Oberyn becomes so lost in his thoughts of the sacking of kings landing that he doesn’t even realise one of the cats had climbed up onto him until he feels the pinch of his claw on his thigh. He swallows back the poison, ready to jump from his mouth, reminding himself that the poor girl couldn’t help who her parents were. “So, who’s your favourite Baratheon then?” He asks, hoping to lighten his sudden, tense mood. “Your father?”

“No,” she chuckles. “The founder of House Baratheon, Orys Baratheon. He was the bastard son of Aerion Targaryen and stepbrother to the three conquerors.”

“The Dornish refused to bend the knee to house Targaryen during Aegon’s conquest.”

“Your words. Ours are unbowed, unbent, and unbroken. You may burn us, my lady, but you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. This is Dorne. You are not wanted here. Return at your peril.”

The prince was impressed; he didn’t think the Baratheon princess would have any knowledge of who Meria Martell was, let alone his house words. They sit in silence for some time, and Oberyn watches as the sun begins to disappear. The stillness is only disturbed when Cassana speaks again.

“I’m sorry, Prince Oberyn.” She finally looks up at him, her eyes full of sorrow as they meet his. “For what my family did to house Martell, I’m sorry.”

Oberyn was lost for words; he had accepted many thoughts from the daughter of Robert and Cersei, but for her to show genuine remorse wasn’t one of them.

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marnerparty · 1 year

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stupid islander

Mat Barzal x Crosby!reader platonic!Trevor Zegras x Crosby!reader platonic!Jamie Drysdale x Crosby!reader

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yncrosby love watching this loser with these losers (don’t ask about the ring) (but someone please tell the old man to get instagram)

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alexnylander we’ve been trying to tell him. never works

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user2 anyone notice mat barzal liked?

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yncrosby this barzal guy kept getting in the way of all of my pictures. asshole

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alexnylander just showed this to Sid and he says, and I quote “my sister will not downgrade her last name, he can become a Crosby”

yncrosby Sid acting like he didn’t know

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yncrosby love you most matty ❤️

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trevorzegras jamie get tf out

jamie.drysdale you’re on HER side!?

trevorzegras uh, yeah. made that very clear

alexnylander thank god Sid can’t see this

yncrosby oh stop

user1 I hate this

trevorzegras hey that’s my kitchen

barzal97 it’s a good kitchen

tysmith_6 can we keep it pg?

yncrosby we literally kissed?

tysmith_6 too much for the kids (jamie)

jamie.drysdale rude

yncrosby oh we love you jim jam 🫶🏻

user2 yn’s nicknames >>>>>

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yncrosby someone tell me this wasn’t a bad idea. I just can’t say no to him 🤦🏼‍♀️

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barzal97 don’t even pretend you didn’t want him too

yncrosby I did! but I don’t think it was smart!

barzal97 but who cares! we have a son!

alexnylander mmmm not quite

trevorzegras IM COMING OVER TO SEE MY NEPHEW

yncrosby OKAY

alexnylander what does Sid think?

barzal97 he’s literally here playing with him

kletang_58 Barzal has balls when he knows Sid can’t see this eh?

yncrosby back it up kristopher

jamie.drysdale now I can’t hate Mat

yncrosby because of the puppy?

jamie.drysdale yes! he made me an uncle

barzal97 hey whatever works

user1 does this puppy have a name??

yncrosby Captain!

nhl welcome the newest Penguins/Islanders fan!

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tysmith_6 dang this is getting serious

yncrosby as a heart attack

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yncrosby happy one year to my literal heart and soul. I love you forever Mathew ❤️

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#jamie drysdale #nhl #hockey #hockey imagine #instagram edit #trevor zegras #instagram imagine #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader

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partyhardyinamaserati · 1 year

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Roy Is Scary (Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: New at this and only posting because Jamie Tartt needs more fanfics written about him.

Summary: Jamie and Reader can be really smart, but also really dumb.

“You better not fuck things up with her.” Roy told Jamie when you first appeared as an assistant to the coaches.

“What do ya mean? Fuck things up with who?” Jamie asked him. Not realizing he would stare at you for a little too long every time you entered his line of sight.

“(Y/N), she’s a good assistant and she seems like she can keep the team in line when I can’t.” This was soon found to be true. While you were very sweet, you knew when to flip the nice switch off and shatter some egos. When the team found out that Ted was sending in his niece from America who wanted a change of scenery that she would be like him. Which you were, you gave the occasional pun, lots of kindness, and plenty of motivation. However, you were ‘Led Tasso’ far more often than Ted was. In all honesty, Jamie found it really attractive when you would let your frustrations loose. After a few months of you working at Richmond you gained a boyfriend, and Jamie couldn’t help but be jealous and resent poor Peter.

When Peter came in with you to work one day, Jamie was the only one who didn’t greet him and the team picked up on that, and unfortunately for Jamie, so did (Y/N). When she finally cornered him about it a few days later, she asked,

“What the hell did you have against Peter?” Jamie looks up at you, “I know you thought something was wrong with him, so out with it.” He doesn’t know what to say and you used the past tense when referring to him.

“Nothin. Ya just shouldn’t be with him,” he told you.

“Well, I’m not. He broke up with me because he suspected that you and I have feelings for each other.” You quickly look away from him, but this accusation sent Jamie into shock, his intentions were never to get Peter to break up with you. He didn’t think giving Peter the cold shoulder was going to cause him to jump to conclusions, but instead of apologizing, Jamie asked,

“Do we?” Poor Jamie doesn’t ever think about how smart you are when you notice his choice of words. So when you whip your head around and ask,

“Jamie, you have feelings for me?” He goes into shock. You caught him. You knew the truth and Roy Kent was going to be pissed because Jamie had indeed fucked things up. “I can’t believe I wasted my time with Peter when I could have been with you instead.” You finished. Jamie is going through emotional whiplash until he finally spits out,

“You what?” Which for someone so smart you also had your dumb moments, taking his question as him confessing he did not in fact have feelings for you and you had jumped to the wrong conclusion. You did what Uncle Ted told you not to do, you messed things up for yourself. You would have to run away from society to hide from your shame.

“Jamie, I’m sorry, forget I said anything at all, okay?” You rushed and tried to turn away when Jamie grabbed your wrist.

“Wait (Y/N), I just didn’t realize that my feelings were mutual, alright?” You sighed in relief.

“Good, because I thought I was going to have to disappoint Uncle Ted and I would have hated that.”

“Nah, I thought I was going to be on the pointy end of Roy Kent’s rage, I think you would have survived Ted.”

“Oh yeah, Roy is scary as fuck.”

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x fem!reader #ted lasso

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 month

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Mine? (Part 3)

Part 1

Summary: He finds what he wished he hadn't.

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A/n: ahahaha i love how this is going😈

anyways, enjoy!

(dividers by @saradika-graphics)

Y/n's hands rested on her hips as she studied the cupboard she had placed in the corner of her room, debating whether the pink onesie was cuter or the purple one.

After all, Adelaide needed to look adorable for her uncles.

In the end, Y/n settled on the red one.

Y/n grinned down at her daughter as she put tiny red clips in her hair, Adelaide babbling up at her.

"Are we so happy today? Is it because we're meeting uncle Nash, Jamie and Xan? Is that it?"

Adelaide squealed at that, shoving her fist into her mouth.

Y/n laughed, straightening when she heard her phone ringing. She quickly picked Adelaide up, gently letting the babe rest on her shoulder as Y/n hurried over to where her phone buzzed on the living room coffee table.

"Hello? Nash?"

"Nope."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Jameson's voice. "What's up Jamie."

"Nash wanted me to tell you that the driver has arrived to pick you up."

Y/n's eyes widened as she glanced over to the clock on the far wall. "Oh? Okay that's great, I'm about to leave the house."

A loud crash came from the other side of the line, and Y/n winced, a fond smile taking over her face. "Do I wanna know?"

"Nope." Jameson seemed to be laughing as he spoke. "It's just Nash handing Xander his ass. Nothing new."

Y/n hummed, then said her goodbyes before hanging up, shoving her phone into her pocket before hurrying out of the house and into the car. She was alert, her eyes constantly flitting around to make sure she was not about to be jumpscared by Grayson.

She found a shiny black sedan with dark, tinted windows waiting just outside the apartment entrance. The driver, clad in an all black suit stepped out, opening the door for Y/n, and the sight of the middle aged man made Y/n smile.

She gave him a nod of greeting before getting in the car, moving slowly so as not to jostle Adelaide.

Y/n felt triumphant when the car started to drive down the road because she had managed to avoid Grayson, who had been visiting her and standing outside her door everyday for the past three days.

Little did she know that the blonde man had been frozen in astonishment on his way to her apartment building when he saw her get into the car.

Little did she know about the white car now following her.

Grayson was surprised- to say the least- when she left her house. He was very aware of how his presence was causing her distress, and if he was being honest, he hated how he had somehow begun stalking her. So to remedy that, he was going to go to her house today, slip a note through her door, letting her know that he was leaving, and then fly back home.

He still wanted to meet with his daughter, because however unplanned and a surprise she was, she was still his, and he was not going to abandon his child the way his father had abandoned his. But that was probably not going to happen anytime in the near future, and he was not blaming Y/n for trying to keep their daughter away.

So when he spied Y/n getting into the black sedan, his interest was piqued.

And like any normal human would do, he put his foot down on the accelerator and sped after her.

In hindsight, he shouldn't have, considering he had an inkling who she was going to meet after recognising the driver of the vehicle, but if she really was going to meet who he thought she was, then he didn't know what he was going to do.

The car turned into a street Grayson was familiar with, and when the car came to a slow stop in front of the palace like hotel, Grayson's heart started beating in an uncomfortable rhythm.

She could be meeting with anyone, right?

He tracked her figure, his eyes fixated on the little hands wrapped firmly around Y/n's body as she entered and vanished behind swinging glass doors.

She could be meeting anyone. Not necessarily someone he knew.

Anyone.

The moment he could no longer see her, Grayson hurried to park his car in front of the hotel, shoving the key in the hands of the staff member who came to assist without looking and followed Y/n.

He could only get a glimpse of her retreating form before she turned the corner to get to the elevators, and Grayson hurried over to the reception.

"Which floor was she going to?"

The receptionist, a young girl, blinked at him.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't give you that information-"

"Alright fine, here. Let me check into my room." Grayson slapped his black card down, impatient.

The girl's eyes widened before she grabbed it. After a moment of typing away on her computer, she glanced up at Grayson, looking like she might cry.

"I'm sorry sir, but someone's occupying that room who-"

"Then empty the room." Grayson cut her off before he could hear the words he was dreading, but she continued on like he hadn't just spoken over her.

"Someone who has the same card checked in yesterday evening. Three people actually."

Grayson stared at the girl, his breathing hard, before he realised he was not acting like himself. So he straightened his posture, let his mask slip into place, and glared at her.

"They won't mind if I give them a little visit."

She looked annoyed at that. "I can't let you-"

"Good morning sir. If you'll just follow me this way."

Grayson turned around to find the manager of the hotel, the one Grayson knew very well, glaring at the receptionist before leading Grayson away.

It was a few long minutes before Grayson reached the top floor, and, his heart beating in his throat and blood rushing in his ears, he reached out to tap the card in his hand to the door.

He found what he wished he hadn't inside.

Four pairs of eyes staring straight at him in horror.

One of them Y/n.

The other three pair of them?

His brothers.

Mine taglist: @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @blocked-zombieartist @lillycore @lanterns-and-daydreams @bubybubsters @berryzxx @riddlesb1tch

#grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #tig fanfic #tig x reader #grayson x y/n #grayson hawthorne fluff #grayson x reader #grayson hawthorne x you #grayson hawthorne x reader angst

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swap-and-possessions · 1 year

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Late Apologies

Dead in the morning, I received a strange package from my uncle.

Dear Jamie,

First and foremost, my wife and I apologize with our deepest regrets. What our son did to you during the last family reunion was abhorrent. Calling you all those names and slurs was a grave mistake on his part. We taught Tyler better, but the influence of his friends was more insidious. Still, it’s our mistake as parents for letting him grow up like that. We take full responsibility for his mistakes. Rest assured that we have taken the necessary measures to give him apt punishment. We have grounded and restricted his access to his devices for the last few weeks. But still, we know that he’ll be back to his old habits after all this. We’ve taken the liberty of increasing his punishment for our benefit.

Attached to this letter is a large package. Inside that package is Tyler, all covered in bubble wrap and peanut foam. I assume you know what is already inside. It’s a bodysuit, something you young’uns are all crazy about. I could see why since I had to try it out before sending it to you. And boy, I had the best fun in years when I was in his body. This ain’t just any bodysuit because this is the real deal. I said to Tyler, let’s see what he’ll feel like when he’s worn by the people he’s sworn to hate. You can use his body in any shape or form you want as long as you return him safely next year. Don’t feel too bad for him, though. This is his just punishment. Besides, the agent said that other than waiting for the duration to end, there is no other way to reverse what happened to him. So I say. Do all kinds of fun in his body. The agent also said that you might rub some of your personality on him. Hahaha! I can’t wait to see his face when he turns out gay after this.

Alll love in the world.

Sincerely,

Your Uncle Matthew

#Bodysuit #Male Bodysuit #Male Skinsuit #Skinsuit #Shorts

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dylan-duke · 3 months

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Nora when Quinn play any of her uncles from a different team.

OH the LORE

uncle brady and josh

SO EXCITED

must be able to have a sleepover with emma and brady

loves to hang out with emma and all the ottawa girls

she wears a brady jersey everytime

uncle coley

she loves loves loves montreal

HATES Youppi

prefers to see nick then uncle cole but cole just shrugs, "i mean i like nick more than myself anyway"

she also loves the french

uncle trevor and uncle turkey

DISNEY LAND!!!!

uncle trevor always has gifts and presents and activities prepared for her

they'll always take her to the beach and build sandcastles with her

she also loved being able to see jamie buttttt not anymore :(((( she was very sad when he got traded

trevor even sets up playdates with troy terry's son

uncle jack and luke

obviously this is her favorite trip of the year

jack will always take her shopping in new york and spoil her endlessly

she loves cuddling with luke and taking SO many naps

#nora hughes #quinn hughes #dad! quinn hughes #dad! quinn #cole caufield #jack hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #brady tkachuk #josh norris

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the-broken-truth · 5 months

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Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [1]: The Great Seven

Broken: Here are some critical points to remember - if there is anything I forgot o mention or you are confused, please ask me and I shall explain:

Yuu is the biological child of the Great Seven. Their creation involved the combination of the seven powerful magics into a single vessel made of flesh. To ensure a remotely normal life, Yuu was sent to live in a human realm. However, Yuu's parents would occasionally visit the mortal world, and as such, Yuu has knowledge of their true origin.

Yuu has magic, very powerful magic, however they refuse to use it in order to keep their identity hidden and protect the ones they value. In order to suppress their vast magic, Yuu wears a Sealing Stone in a ring they constantly wear; making it seem as if they are magicless. This is why Leona couldn't smell Yuu's Magic; the ring was blocking it.

Yuu has 4 Mothers (The Queen of Hearts, The Sea Witch, The Fairiest Queen, and The Thorn Fairy) & 3 Fathers (The King of Beasts, The Sorcerer of the Sands, and the King of the Underworld).

All of Yuu's Parents are loving & doting but they tend to be very overprotective of their one and only child; the King of Beasts & The Thorn Fairy are the most protective. They also have Human Forms to prevent tearing the fabric of reality by their mere presence.

Yuu shall be referred to by the [They/Them/Their] Pronouns; use your imagination to make the perfect Yuu for this situation.

In this AU - Malleus is related to the Thorn Fairy. The Thorn Fairy is Malleus' Grandmother, thus making Yuu - as the Thorn Fairy's [Son/Daughter] - Malleus' [Aunt/Uncle]. Yeah. I'm going there.

[Night Raven College - Lunchtime - Cafeteria]

[Dorm Wardens: Azul, Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Jamil (Hes a Vice -Dorm Warden & More Familiar with Yuu), and Vil]

[Everything seems to be going smoothly for the Dorm Wardens of Night Raven College, however, everyone seems to notice that the Prefect of The Ramshackle Dorm, Yuu, seems to be on edge and rather nervous about something. The Dorm Wardens decide to speak to Yuu during Lunch and try to get something out of them. While Yuu is looking at their phone while sitting at their favorite table after eating their lunch while Grim munches on Tuna when they find themselves surrounded by the Dorm Wardens.]

Yuu (Locks their phone and places it in their pocket while looking at the Dorm Wardens surrounding their table): Hmmm... Hello.

Malleus (Folding his arms): Child of Man, we have gathered together in order to question you as to why you appear to be so nervous these past few days.

Yuu (Swallows nervously): Nervous? I don't know what you are talking about...

Leona (Points at Yuu with one hand whole the other hand rests on his hip - like the sassy prince he is): Don't even try to spout that crap, Herbivore. You've been zoning out during coverstations, not focusing in class, while neglecting your sleep and eating; two of those things are things people expect from me, but from the Prefect of Ramshackle.

Riddle: As much as I hate to, I agree with Kingscholar. You have ben acting strange and this is very unbecoming of you. As Dorm Warden of Heartslabyul & your friend, I am calling upon the Card of Friendship to force you to spill your guts about what you are hiding or you shall be placed on trial.

Yuu (Exhales): You guys are not going to let this go, are you?

Dorm Wardens + Jamil (In Unison): No, now spill your guts!

Yuu (Inhales through their nose then exhales through their mouth): Alright, I'll tell the truth. The truth is... My Parents are coing to visit me today.

[The Dorm Wardens (+ Jami) look rather confused by Yuu's Words as the Prefect ran their hand through their shot black hair with a deep exhale.]

Malleus: Child of Man, you are aware that your human parents would not be able to travel to our world, correct? How would they come to visit you? Even if it were possible, why would you be so on edge about their visit?

Yuu: Well... I wasn't completely honest about my lineage and where I came from; I am from the Human World, that's where I grew up, however hat is not where I was bor. As for my parents, I' normally happy to see them, but I didn't want them to come here beacuse I didn't want you guys to look at me differenty by knowing who my parents really are.

Vil (Waving his hand dismissively): First Potato, you are worried about nothing. We do not judge people based on their lineage. Besides, you have done so much for Night raen College, what would make you think we would treat you any differently by learning who your parents are?

Yuu: You see, My Parents are really...

[Yuu is cut off by a lightning stike crashes into the ground outside the front of Night rane College and was soon followed by a Lion's Roar so loud that it shook the entire foundation of the college, making the students cower in fear while Yuu hung their head low.]

Malleus (Looks around with shock as the building stops shaking): What in the name of the Thorn Fairy was that?!

Leona: I don't know! Whatever that roar was, it shook the how fucking school; it's stronger than the Kings Roar!

Riddle: It came from in front of the school! We need to investigate! Yuu, remain here where it is safe!

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) run out of the cafeteria to investiagte teh sound of this noise while Yuu slowly gets out of their chair and follows after them at a much slower pace while Grim rides their shoulder.]

Yuu (Thinking): 'Damn it, Guys...'

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) arrived at the front of Night Raen College and their eyes widen at the sight of the strangers standing before them as they instanlty fall to htier hands and kneels, inflicted by the Magic Pressure of the Aura of the Stangers. Standing before them were the Great Seven in Human Form. The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) are too fearful to speak outright but they are all wondering the same thing: Why are the Great Seven here and what could they want?]

King of Beasts (Standing there with folded arms while glaring at the students before him with a displeased look on his face): They did not answer my call. Just who are these children before us?

Queen of Hearts: They would happen to be the Dorm Wardens of this college - The Leaders of their Respected Houses.

Socerer of the Sands (Points his staff at Jamil): He hails from the House of Scarabia but he doesn't hold the title of House Warden, he is mere a Vice Dorm Warden.

King of Beasts: I care not about them, I came here for one person and they are not here; I'm going to call them again.

Thorn Fairy: King of Beasts, your roar shook the very foundation of this school; what if your second roar were to distablize something and they were to get injured?

King of Beasts (Scoffs): You underestimate and coddle them too much, Thorn Fairy; mere rubble with not injure them. I am calling them again. (Inhales to roar again)

Yuu: No need. (Walking out of the building with on hand on their pocket and a shaking Grim on their shoulder) I heard you the first time and I was on my way here.

Leona (Pushing through his shaking fear): H... Herbivore , what are you doing here?! Get back in the school! It's not safe for you here!

King of Beasts (Looks at Yuu as a smirk appears across his face): There you are... Judgement has come for you! Challenge begins now!

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) watch in horror as the King of Beasts jumps over them and charges at Yuu with his fists reeled back; he was going to attack them!]

Leona: HERBIVORE!

Malleus: CHILD OF MAN!

Riddle: YUU!!!

[The King of Beasts reach Yuu and throws his fist out towards there face, but everyone is shocked to see Yuu dodge his attack. The King of Beast and Yuu seem to dance around each other attacking and doging each others' attack but the Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) are utterly confused; how can a Magicless Student stand up and holding their own against One of the Great Seven?!]

[The bout comes to an end when Yuu manages to punch the King of Beasts in his stomach with great strength, knocking the wind out of his lungs before jumping in air to reach his head.]

Yuu: What did I say about subltety?! (Roundhouse kicks the King of Beasts in his head)

[Everyone watches as the King of Beasts goes flying across the field before crashing into the fountain, shattering it into pieces.]

Thorn Fairy (Walks over to Yuu as they look at the King of Beasts in the destroyed fountain): Well done, My Dear. It's good to see that you have not nelgected your training.

Yuu (Dusting off their clothes): Thank you, Mother.

Dorm Wardens (+Jamil): MOTHER?!

King of the Underworld (Smiles): Yuu, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends? It would seem that you haven't told them about us and they looked rather confused as to what just happened.

Yuu (Sctaching the back of their head with a nervous blush on their face): I guess I have no choice in the matter now. (Looks at the Dorm Wardens while gesturing to the Great Seven): Friends, I would like for you to meet my parents: The Great Seven.

Dorm Wardens (+Jamil): WHAT?!

[END]

#twisted wonderland #the great seven #yuu has magic #the great seven au #dorm wardens

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luvhughes43 · 11 months

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sick baby lila and jamie & mom are just FREAKED!! 🤍

lila, my love au💐

Lila was only a few months old when she got sick. there was a team dinner that you and jamie were invited to and because you had nobody to babysit lila, you took her with you. you hadnt thought much of it at first, seeing as lila had been around the team before and was fine. however, one of the other kids in attendance was sick and had unknowingly passed their illness off onto baby lila.

you watched worriedly as lila coughed. you rocked her back and forth silently, hoping that she would settle down soon.

“is she still coughing?” jamie asked as he padded into lilas nursery.

you hummed in response, leaning back into jamies hold as his arms come around behind you to help support lilas weight in your arms. “i’m so scared” you whispered as your daughter let out another painful cough. “what if she doesn’t get better?” you voiced your worries.

jamie rested his head against your shoulder, trailing soft comforting kisses across your shoulder blade. “i’m going to call the doctor in the morning. i’m sure it's nothing too serious. i was talking to one of the guys earlier and they said when their baby got sick it only lasted a few days,” jamie speaks softly, trying to reassure you even though he was panicking himself.

the next morning jamie called the doctor and was promptly advised to keep lila at home unless she got any worse. this news eased some of jamie and moms nerves but seeing their baby in so much pain and discomfort made them both so upset.

jamie paced the bathroom with baby lila snuggled into his arms. she was finally asleep, and jamie was using the steam from the running shower to help relieve some of lilas discomfort.

“is she feeling any better?” mom whispered as she stepped into the bathroom. she watched in silent awe as jamie took care of their daughter. she never seemed to get over how careful and attentive jamie was.

jamie looked up from lila and nodded, shifted her in his arms so mom could see her better. “she’s sleeping now,” he whispered as he softly brushed hair out of lilas face.

“i hate seeing her in so much pain,” mom said as she laid her head against jamies back. jamie hummed in response, both parents watching their baby girl rest peacefully for the first time in days.

a few days later and lila is feeling better. she spent a lot of that time in one of her parents arms, both wanting to help ease her discomfort and to just hold their girl close.

when she was finally healthy again and sleeping through the night, uncle trevor was visiting with new toys to spoil his favourite girl for doing so well while sick.

#lila my love au #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale blurb #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Hiiii, I’d love to see Jamie and the reader having to randomly babysit Phoebe - happy for you to decide where the plot goes from there! ❤️

Here it is! A little bit of comedy, a little bit of angst. For reference, Molly is Roy’s sister. I read a fic once that called her that, and it’s been the name that’s stuck. Oh, and this references Phoebe’s dad and he’s a tool, so be aware of that. Thanks for requesting!

stick together like glitter

Jamie doesn’t have training because Roy has to watch Phoebe, and you don’t have work because of some random furlough day. This means it’s your first real break together in a very long time. All his extra training has meant that you two haven’t spent as much time together as either of you would like, but you two have plans today.

You had spent the night at Jamie’s last night since he didn’t have to be up at 3, and so you could stay up late and sleep in. You’re both passed out, Jamie’s arm thrown around your waist, when there’s a knock at the door.

You and Jamie jolt up and he lets out a raspy, “What the hell?”

He rolls over to go answer the door.

“Pants!” you call before he reaches the top of the stairs. He backtracks and picks his plaid pajama bottoms off a chair. He thumps bleary-eyed down the stairs to see who’s there.

You hear muffled voices for a few minutes, then the door shuts and Jamie calls, “Babe! Can you come here a minute?”

You grab a pair of Jamie’s sweats out of a drawer and pad down the stairs, where you are met by Jamie and Phoebe of all people.

“Hey Pheebs!” you say, surprise waking you up a little. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mum’s at work and Uncle Roy was supposed to watch me, but something came up so he brought me here. Jamie said it was ok if I spent the day with you.”

You smile at Phoebe and look up at Jamie. He shrugs sheepishly. “Can’t say no, could I? Look at her.”

He and Phoebe grin at you angelically.

You try to sigh, but it comes out sounding like a laugh. “Alright, come on. Have you had breakfast yet?”

Phoebe shakes her head. “Uncle Roy was just starting the toast when he got the phone call. I don’t mind though, because today does not feel like a toast kind of day.”

“I agree,” Jamie says to Phoebe, “today doesn’t feel like a toast kind of day. Lucky for you, I’ve been told my pancake recipe is better than-” he catches himself, “Well, they’re really fucking good. Won’t take long.”

He holds out his hand for Phoebe to take, and he leads her to the kitchen.

—

That’s how you ended up in Jamie’s kitchen, still in your pajamas, while Phoebe chatters on about the book Roy is reading her as Jamie flips pancakes and drops chocolate chips to make smiley faces.

It’s weirdly domestic in a way you two have never been before, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You certainly don’t have negative feelings, that’s for sure.

“What do you want to do today, Phoebe?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Uncle Roy was going to take me to the library and then to pick up flowers for Keeley, and then we were going to get ice cream. I wanted to play Princesses and Dragons, because I got new dragon claws. They’re in my backpack, want to see?”

“I do!” Jamie says.

You laugh. “I would love to! I think we can still do a lot of that today, ice cream included. None for Jamie though, he hates ice cream.” Phoebe gasps, and Jamie turns from the stove, offended.

“Babe,” he says in a scandalized tone, “you’d lie to a child? I fucking love ice cream!”

You raise an eyebrow and deadpan, “You do not, you said you’d rather eat that disgusting pureed spinach.”

“Babe,” he replies, “I literally cannot believe you right now.” He turns to Phoebe. “Pheebs, you believe me, yeah? What kind of monster don’t like ice cream?”

Phoebe looks from you to Jamie. You’re doing your absolute best to maintain a straight face, and Jamie’s comedic beseeching look is not helping.

Phoebe squints at you in such a Roy-like manner that you break, dissolving into giggles. She joins in, and Jamie lets out a faux sigh of relief. Today’s going to be fun.

—

It’s late in the afternoon now, and you, Jamie, and Phoebe have been all over Richmond. Phoebe checked out three large books from the library while Jamie followed you to the murder mystery section. You whispered the plots to him until Phoebe tapped your elbow to let you know she was ready to go.

You stopped at the flower shop, and Jamie bought one flower for you and one of Phoebe. She loved it, and twirled it as she walked.

Your last stop was for ice cream, where she explained the pros and cons of each flavor, and why Uncle Roy believes any flavor other than cherry chip should be illegal.

Now, you’re walking back to Jamie’s house, holding Phoebe’s hands in between you. Her flower is safely poking out of her backpack.

“Jamie,” she says, “why does Uncle Roy think you’re a prick?”

Jamie chokes on air and you’re doubled over from laughter. That question came out of nowhere

“Well,” Jamie says, trying (and failing) to speak normally, “when I met your Uncle Roy, I was very young and very fit and much, much better than him at football. He didn’t like that so much, and I thought it was fuckin funny, so I just made fun of him for it. And me dad was kind of mean to me a lot, so I s’pose it was just easier to be a prick to everyone. Pretty sure he likes me know though.” Jamie pauses. “I’m less prickish now that this one came along.” He grins at you and winks, and you’re blushing like you’re a teenager.

Phoebe is digesting all of this, and your footsteps slow as you approach Jamie’s doorstep. Finally she says, “If we play Princesses and Dragons, will you be the princess?”

“Only if I get a sparkly crown,” Jamie replies.

Phoebe seems satisfied by this answer so she turns to you and asks if you want to be a dragon like her or a knight.

“Knight,” you reply, no hesitation.

“Aw, babe, you gonna rescue me?” Jamie asks, pushing open the door for you and Phoebe.

You playfully pat his cheek as you walk by, not missing the way his eyes wander from yours to your lips.

“Come on!” Phoebe shouts. She’s already at the door to the backyard. “We have to hurry before Uncle Roy gets back!”

—

It turns out that there is no need to hurry. Roy texted Jamie with a simple going to be longer than fucking expected, and a sorry to ruin your date night to you.

Not a problem! you replied. Hope everything’s alright, and let Molly know that we can keep Phoebe overnight if she needs.

Roy responds with a simple x, which is more than Jamie got, but he doesn’t care because Phoebe’s explaining to him the difference between a crocodile and an alligator in great detail over dinner.

You’re a little worried. Jamie is too, you can tell. His forehead gained a slight crease when he read Roy’s text. Neither Roy nor Phoebe have offered any explanation as to what had come up, and you just hope everything’s all right. You’re relatively certain it has to do with Keeley, especially because she hasn’t texted either of you all day. Phoebe is (you hope) oblivious, although she’s incredibly observant, so she’s probably already pieced together more than you and Jamie have.

It’s a little past 8pm now, and Phoebe is beginning to yawn in your lap. Jamie’s sitting next to you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders as he hums along to Tangled. Phoebe’s wearing one of your t-shirts, and it’s long enough to be a dress on her. After an especially big yawn, you stand up and carry her to one of the guest rooms, a perk of Jamie’s fucking enormous house.

“Jaim and I will be in that door right over there,” you whisper. “The night light will stay on all night, and we’ll keep on the light in the hall. If you wake up and need anything, you can yell for us. We’ll be awake watching tv for a while, and I’m a light sleeper anyway, so don’t be afraid to shout if you need something.”

Phoebe nods sleepily, and you kiss her on the forehead. You pull the blanket up to her chin as Jamie says softly, “Goodnight, kid.”

“‘Night Jamie,” Phoebe whispers back.

You and Jamie get up and slip out the door, shutting it behind you softly. You pause in the hall, back to the door. Jamie’s close to you, and both of you have concern written on your faces.

You really had a wonderful time with Phoebe today, and you don’t mind the fact that she’s spending the night. Jamie has extra toothbrushes and Phoebe thinks it’s fun to wear your shirt to bed, but this is nowhere near how you thought the day was going to go. It’s just not like Roy or Molly not to call or to be out this late.

Strike that; it’s not like Roy or Molly to be out this late for a reason that makes you feel especially joyous.

Your brows are knit together so tight that Jamie has to physically smooth them with his thumb.

“I’m worried too, love,” he says softly.

—

You’re both wide awake in bed, listening for Phoebe (she’s snoring) and checking your respective phones (still nothing). It’s not until 10:30pm that Jamie’s phone lights up with a call from Roy. He’s out of bed and down the stairs in an instant, just in case Phoebe can hear him.

You’re still in bed picking at your nails, when your phone dings. It’s Molly.

She’s sent a long paragraph but the gist of it is what you’re sure Roy is telling Jamie on the phone:

I had an extra long shift today, which is why Roy was supposed to watch Phoebe. When he showed up to the house, Phoebe’s dad was outside, lurking in his car. I didn’t like it and neither did Roy, so he dropped her off with you to find out why he was coming ‘round.

You shiver. You haven’t heard a lot about Phoebe’s dad, but you know that she and Jamie have shitty fathers in common. They had been talking about it earlier that afternoon, her expressing frustration and him gently explaining that none of it was her fault.

You go back to Molly’s text.

Turns out the bastard was here to take Phoebe. He got high and decided to just grab her, I guess. He and Roy got into it, so then Keeley had to bail Roy out of jail for assault and it became this whole thing because Roy wanted to make sure that prick was never allowed to be near Phoebe. He’s been pulling strings all day, filling out restraining orders and shit. Phoebe doesn’t know any of this, and I don’t want her to, but it sounds like her dad’s going away for a long time. Roy and Keeley have been at it all day. They know a lot of the right people, between the two of them.

Three bubbles appear, then disappear. You type, You’re more than welcome to come over and spend the night, Molls.

She replies, Only if I can borrow your toothbrush.

Despite yourself, you smile. You and Molly grew up together and got even closer after Roy was recruited for football, so you both understand that when the other offers something, they mean it.

She says, Be over in fifteen. Love you, so you send her a heart. You hear footsteps and look up to see Jamie in the doorway. “That was Roy,” he says, face somber.

You lift your phone slightly. “Heard from Molly,” you reply. “She’ll be here in fifteen minutes. She’s spending the night.”

Jamie nods and settles heavily into bed next to you.

He blows out a breath. “Fuckin hell.”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Poor Pheebs,” he continues. “I know how she’s gonna feel when she finds out.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you think that Molly and Roy should handle it differently?”

“Fuck no,” Jamie responds, “wish my mum had a brother like Roy to lock up my piece-of-shit dad. Still, he’s her dad, isn’t he? Doesn’t matter how much of a prick he is, she’s still gonna fucking love him.”

You’re silent for a moment. “Jamie,” you say finally, “d’you think she’ll be alright?”

Jamie turns his head to you. “‘Course she’ll be alright,” he says. “It ain’t easy, but she’s got an amazing mum, plus Roy and Keeley. I fucking made it, and I only had me mum.”

He can tell you’re still not satisfied. “Look, babe- as shitty as Phoebe’s dad is, she’ll be alright. It won’t happen overnight, but she’s a tough kid. She’s got people who fuckin love her and who want to protect her. She’ll make it through.”

You nod. You two sit in silence until there’s a light knock on the door. It’s Molly.

You wrap her in a tight hug, a million unspoken words lingering between you two. You take her to Phoebe’s room and hand her an extra pair of your clean pajamas.

Phoebe says a sleepy, “Mum?” so you sneak out the door and shut it silently.

You head back to Jamie, and now it’s your turn to flop onto the bed. It’s been a long day, and you have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even longer. Jamie pulls you onto his chest in a tight hug, and you finally fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) || Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) || Chapter 15b (I Sing A Song of Love) || Chapter 15c (You Can Do This If You Try) || Chapter 16 (Let That Feeling Grab You Deep Inside || Chapter 17A: Never Tear Us Apart || Chapter 17B: It’s Tough To Be Somebody, And It’s Hard Not To Fall Apart || Chapter 17C: I’m Wishing, Lord, That I Was Stoned || Chapter 18: Turn The Page ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 19: When You're Alone, Do You Let Go?

Love bites

Love bleeds

It’s bringing me to my knees

-- “Love Bites,” Def Leppard (1988) [click here to listen]

Pittsburgh || Early October, 1988

Ian Murray hissed as his sister-in-law sutured the gash on his forearm.

Claire Fraser briefly glanced up before turning back to her work. “Are you going to tell Jenny about this, or is that something I’ll need to do?”

Ian sighed. “I’ll tell her. God knows she worries enough as it is.” He took a deep breath as Claire’s needle pierced his skin. “You know she hates not being on the road this tour – she’s so happy we’re finishing up next week, and that I’ll be home for the break. Young Jamie has been teething – she’s not sleeping too much these days.”

Jenny Fraser Murray – Jamie’s older sister, and Ian’s wife – lived with their three small children on the Fraser family farm in upstate New York. The farm where Jamie and Jenny had grown up, and where their mother Ellen had died when Jamie was eight and Jenny was ten, and where their grief-stricken father had raised them before suffering a fatal stroke eight years ago.

Growing up without a mother had been hard enough – but it was the loss of his father, just when Print was starting to make a name for itself in the New York City club circuit, that pushed Jamie into his addictions.

That neither of his parents had seen his success, was one of the deepest regrets of Jamie’s life. Which was perhaps why, Claire mused, he had always been so kind and thoughtful with her Uncle Lamb.

“Breathe deep. This is the last one.”

Ian did, and Claire quickly and thoroughly pushed the needle through Ian’s arm one final time, before tying off and cutting the suture.

“Good. All done, just one more thing.”

Claire unspooled a few lengths from her roll of elastic bandage – black, instead of the typical tan color – and wrapped it around Ian’s sutures. “Here you go. I want to check on this tomorrow, and the day after. You’ll need the stitches for at least a week, and you really shouldn’t get this wet.”

Ian took a deep breath and carefully flexed his hand. “The show is gonna be interesting tonight. But at least I can still play. Thank you, Claire.”

She smiled, already rolling up her suture kit and rearranging the medical bag that she’d had to use quite a few times this tour. “Glad to be of service.”

“Hey.” Ian touched her hand, and she met his gaze. “Give yourself a bit more credit. You bring more to the table than you know.”

Now it was her turn to sigh. “I feel so out of my depth sometimes,” she admitted, quiet so that the roadies out in the hall couldn’t hear. “You know that I know nothing about this world. Jamie is working so hard to show it to me, and you and Angus and even Colum have been so gracious.”

“You make it easy, Claire. Jamie loves you. We only want the best for you. And I – ” He squeezed her hand. “I really want you here. You’re such a breath of fresh air for all of us. He’s changed so much in the past year, and you’re a big reason for that. You’re good for each other.”

She smiled. “I never thanked you for being the one who got him to treatment.”

Ian snorted. “I was tired of watching him make bad choice after bad choice. It only got worse as the band got bigger – I’m sure he’s told you that.”

“He has,” she said sadly. “But you were there. You saw him. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you. You and Jenny.”

His eyes unfocused just a bit, clouded with memories.

Pulling open the door to the band’s dressing room, one night on the ’86 tour. To find Jamie kneeling on the ground, snorting lines of coke off his guitar case, just as quickly as the lighting guy from the touring crew could lay them out.

And

Jamie pounding on Ian’s hotel room door at four AM, somewhere in the Midwest. Ian opened the door, startled, and Jamie tumbled in, guffawing, gripping an empty bottle of Jack Daniels, racing across the room to hoist up the window and toss the bottle to the street fifteen stories below. He turned, grinning stupidly, to look at Ian in triumph – and startled a bit to see Jenny in the bed.

“Hey sis,” he slurred. “When did you get here?”

Jenny crossed her arms over her chest, shielding her five-month pregnant belly. “Maybe if you hadn’t had that liquid late-night snack, you’d remember.”

Ian cleared his throat. “Had Jamie not listened to me – to Jenny and me – that morning in Sacramento, and had we boarded the plane to London later that week, he would have come home in a body bag, and where would we be?”

Claire pursed her lips. So many times she had wondered how her life would have been – how Jamie’s life would have been – had he not made that one small choice to finally get the help he needed.

“Claire, I’ve known Jamie since we were seven years old. We grew up together at Lallybroch. I married his sister. He’s my brother. And now you – you’re my sister.”

She blushed, so happy.

“I want only the best for you. For both of you. I’m always here. Jenny is, too – well, even though she’s not here, she’s always going to be here for you. Because that’s what family does for each other.”

Claire’s eyes shone with tears. Heart so full.

Ian smiled, and patted the back of her hand. “Keep that kit out, in case I pop the stitches tonight. Can’t have blood gushing onto my bass in the middle of a song.”

“Hey!”

Colum filled the open door of the dressing room.

“Ian – this is your fifteen minute warning until curtain.”

Ian held up his arm. “I’ve got an excuse.”

Colum winced. “I don’t want to know. I’ll just thank God yet again that we’ve got a bona fide doctor with us this tour. I love Arch Bug, but he didn’t exactly develop a good bedside manor when he was a corpsman in ‘Nam.”

Ian smiled and stood, grabbing the bass that leaned up against the wall. “She’ll be ready if I need more.”

“Speaking of which.” Colum turned to Claire. “Your husband is looking for you.”

Claire snapped her medical bag shut. “Where is he?”

Colum crossed his arms. “Two doors down on the right. But if you’re asking about his headspace right now, it’s getting very close to me asking the opener to play an extra song so that you can do whatever it is you do to calm him down.”

She pursed her lips, and fished in her pocket for a fresh stick of Doublemint. “He’ll be on time.”

to be continued...

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