#Jamie Drysdale oneshot

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His Caretaker | Jamie Drysdale

summary: after Jamie has too much to drink you get called to help get your boyfriend home.

request: yes/no

warnings: mentions of being drunk, tooth rottingly sweet couple.

word count: 1.54

authors note: Jamie gives me such soft vibes and this is fully what this piece is based off on. The baseball fan in me loves that picture of him (not even an angles fan but I’m willing to look past that). Fluff is not my forte so I’m gonna hope that this isn’t shit and sorry that you’ve had to wait so long for your request to be filled!

Somehow you should have known you wouldn’t be getting your own way tonight.

A relaxing evening was what you had planned for yourself after you turned Jamie’s offer of joining him and the boys at the bar. Sure you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but going out was the last thing you felt like doing after the hectic day of college classes that you had been through all you wanted was a nice bubble bath.

Sure Jamie was a little upset that you didn’t want to come but when you told him to have a good night for the two of you, he seemed to take that a little bit more literally than you intended.

A groan fell from your lips when your phone began to ring “yes?” You tried to act like Jamie hadn’t just interrupted the movie you were watching.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought you heard your boyfriend in the background of the call “y/n you gotta come get Jamie,” Trevor explained as he was somewhat panicked “I wanna say hi!” Jamie whined as his eyes lit up at the mention of you.

You were quick to get up as you grabbed your shoes “I’ll be there in like fifteen?” Anaheim wasn’t usually known for its traffic but you knew that it would be longer for a weekend on what was bar central street “I want her now,” it was the complaint in Jamie’s voice that made you know he was doing his puppy dog face that he would do whenever he would want to get his way in something that you two were planning “and tell Jamie to stop pouting because I’m coming,” you pointed out as you shut the front door to the apartment.

It wasn’t hard to find the boys, Trevor had sent you a message saying that they were going to sit out front as some of the other boys were now also waiting for their girlfriends “y/n!” Jamie cheered as he saw you get out of your car.

A smile formed on your lips as you couldn’t help but laugh “hi baby,” he almost knocked you off of your feet as he wrapped his arms around you “missed you,” he confessed now making all of the boys laugh.

You kissed his cheek as he nuzzled his head in crook of your neck “you can let go of me,” despite the fact that the hug felt really nice you sort of needed to look at his friends to talk to them “never,” Jamie shook his head not liking your idea.

Somehow you managed to position yourself to actually see them whilst not letting go of Jamie “I’m going to get this man child home,” you announced drawing a scoff from your boyfriends lips.

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you “I’m not a man child!” He complained as he let his lips form a pout again “you’re my man child,” you spoke in a duh tone as you pecked his lips. It was that gesture that almost made him melt as his irritated look turned soft and smiley “let’s go,” he nodded as he sent a wave to his friends. The boys all couldn’t help but shake their heads as they waved back knowing that the Canadian was not going to remember this tomorrow.

It seemed that the second Jamie’s head hit the headrest of his seat he was out. In all honesty you couldn’t help but look over to him occasionally to smile at yourself, you found yourself the cutest boyfriend you could have asked for “baby?” Jamie mumbled as he looked at you when the car stopped at a red light.

His eyes fluttered open as he had woken himself up “hi love,” you felt giddy as he reached out to grab your right hand. Usually whoever was driving only got one hand for the steering wheel as the other was usually being held by the passenger, Jamie’s real favourite place to put his hand though was actually on your knee when he drove you two through the streets of California.

The soft sounds of the engine rumbling seemed to help Jamie fall back asleep but not before he could remind you “I love you,” it was like each time he said it you fell more and more in love with him.

Even though he was asleep you still responded “I love you too,” as you kissed his hand before you continued the rest of the drive back to your apartment.

The only real thing that you had felt on the way up to your apartment was the warmth of Jamie’s hand, he had this smug looking smile on his face too “what’s got you all happy?” You asked as the elevator doors opened up to your floor.

Jamie threw his arm around you “you love me,” he slurred as he tapped his finger on your nose.

It drew a laugh from your lips “yeah I do,” you nodded in amusement as he repeated that you loved him all the way until the two of you reached your door.

Thankfully you hadn’t locked it so it meant that you two could just walk right back in “I’m gonna need you to strip baby,” you cooed as you realised that the front of his white shirt had beer spilt on it.

The comment only made Jamie smirk “didn’t know you were so horny,” he teased as he placed his hands on your hips.

You shook your head “don’t want you sleeping in this,” you explained causing him to look down at his outfit, those denim shorts really weren’t ideal to sleep in.

All the boy could do was mutter an “oh” as he began to walk to your room. As drunk as he was he still seemed to have that clear thinking part of him.

He pulled the shirt over his head letting you get a moment to look at his naked chest “you like what you see?” Jamie asked as he began to unzip his pants. You smiled as you nodded “got me a cute boyfriend,” you announced as you placed a peck on his lips.

With his clothes now on the floor you picked them up “let’s go brush your teeth,” on the way to the bathroom you had the chance to drop his clothes into the hamper.

It seemed like Jamie remembered the few times that he had taken care of you in the bathroom as he walked over to the sink “sit on that,” you shook your head as the height difference between you two was not going to make brushing his teeth easy if he was stood up.

Jamie sat on the lid of the toilet as you had him open his mouth “you’re so bossy,” he mumbled as you placed his toothbrush in his mouth.

You sent him a thoughtful look as you contemplated entertaining his conversation “I’m just helping you.” You pointed out as you continued to brush his teeth “it’s hot,” you were surprised that you heard what he said between the toothpaste and the toothbrush in his mouth.

A smile formed on your lips “thank you,” you bit your lip as you tried to not let your cheeks turn pink.

His hands trailed up your legs before they wrapped around behind you to squeeze your ass “keep your hands to yourself mister,” you warned causing him to giggle as he raised his hands in surrender.

These cute moments in your bathroom weren’t usually a thing as you both had very different morning schedules and not to mention that Jamie didn’t live with you, he just had a lot of his clothes there “go spit and rinse,” you reminded him as you took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

He followed your request as he dried his face before he looked up to you with an over exaggerated grin “nice and shiny,” he spoke as you nodded before you motioned to him to go back to your bedroom.

Your walk back to your bed was short as you watched Jamie plop onto the mattress “oh my god you’re taking up the whole bed!” You complained with a laugh as you watched him sprawl out on his back “there’s space for you,” Jamie nodded to himself as he smiled.

You played your hands on your hips “where?” You waited for him to answer but instead you were met with his hands on your hips as he pulled you onto him “J!” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around you practically trapping your body on top of his.

The boy let out a giggle as he kissed your forehead “isn’t this nice,” he confessed causing you to look up at him “I have to go brush my teeth,” you reminded him as he groaned “nope,” Jamie shook his head sending you a grin in the process.

You furrowed your eyebrows “what do you mean no?” In all honesty you thought he was kidding “I love you and your smelly breath,” the hockey player confessed as it was now your turn to laugh.

You used to say that you were lucky he loved you.

But that made you think it was possibly the other way around tonight.

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you'd know - j. drysdale

summary: jamie moves to philly! and doesn't sleep on cam's couch!

warnings: swearing? unedited (i'll do it later maybe), fluff, insinuation of sexual relations, the tr*de

word count: 3.1k

“What about this one?” Jamie asked, not for the first time in the last hour, sliding his tablet across the duvet to sit on your lap, you once more placing your book next to you on the covers, barely holding in the mildly amused tilt of your lips when you felt his eyes fixate intently on the side of your face as you swiped through the photos of houses in Philly.

It wasn’t the best one he’d shown you, by all means, but it had a certain charm about it that had you clicking the ‘favourite’ icon in the corner and passing the device back over to him without a word. 

Even as you picked up your book again, eyes drifting to the clock in the corner of his screen, you couldn’t quite concentrate on the words printed on the page. Your mind hadn’t really been into reading these last couple of days; everything seemed to have happened pretty quickly with Jamie’s trade to Philly (of all places!), and then although he’d left his stuff in Cam’s apartment and taken up residence on the ginger’s couch, he’d mostly taken to staying over at yours – a vast change in dynamic since the start of your relationship in the summer. You’d gone from scheduled FaceTime calls and texts, and maybe only seeing each other in person once monthly since the season had started, to Jamie living within a five mile radius and sleeping over at yours almost every night.

Cam wasn’t complaining, by any means: an empty apartment was always going to be a positive thing for him, but it didn’t stop Jamie from sneaking back over each morning, unaware of the fact that Cam was very much alert to his sneaking out. He just didn’t want to be disrespectful or seem like he wasn’t appreciative of the offer of a couch, but…a bed with his girlfriend was always going to be the more appealing option, that much was certain.

You weren’t exactly complaining either, it was just a lot to adjust to. But the most shocking thing, not including Jamie’s trade to Philly, was probably the fact that you weren’t bothered by him being in your apartment or seeing him everyday.

It was just a little weird.

And now he was shopping for houses in your double bed (your room didn’t fit anything bigger), your roommate asleep in their room on the other side of the apartment, and asking for your opinion on each listing he showed, both of you fully aware of the fact that your lease was set to end in a matter of weeks.

“What about this one?” He asked once more, and instead of placing your book on the bed, you reached over to place it on top of the bedside table, surrendering to the fact that you weren’t about to get any reading done if he kept up this schtick.

You flicked through the photos, chewing the inside of your mouth as you scrolled down to read the information. 

Like all the others, this one also had three bathrooms and four bedrooms, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were overthinking too much, but those factors seemed a little much for a guy to have in a house by himself. You had no doubt that Jamie intended to have some friends over every now and again, but all these houses he was showing were, for lack of better descriptions, family houses. Or, at least, houses for more than one person.

“I…” you started, hesitating slightly at actually bringing the topic up; the most serious conversation you guys had ever had was the one pertaining to the actual state of your relationship, and even then, you’d stopped calling it ‘fun’ only five months ago – and if your theory was correct…

You weren’t even sure.

“What’s up?” Jamie asked, leaning in ever-so-closely. His arm and shoulder was leant comfortably against yours, his head just shy of resting against your cheek so he could still see the screen clearly.

“Nothing,” you started, backing out of it slightly, before inhaling sharply and purposefully avoiding looking at him when you spoke the next few words out loud. How the fuck could you say this without sounding– “It’s just, these houses all have big back yards and loads of bathrooms and bedrooms.”

Jamie blinked, lips pressing together as his eyes flickered back down to the screen, “Do they?” He asked, unsurely taking the tablet out of your hands, and you had to catch your bottom lip with your teeth to stop yourself from smiling a little at his anxious antics.

So, you’d been right, then.

That was nice to know.

He pretended to frown, a crease between his brows and a look of concentration printed so…fakely onto his face that you were forced to sneak your way under his arm, head settling rather comfortably on his shoulder as he brought his arm around to tuck you into his side, both hands still attached to the tablet. He pressed a delicate kiss to your hair before resting his cheek on top of your head, his hum vibrating your bones.

“So,” you started, “you planning on having loads of people over with these houses?” You asked innocently, watching him with interest as he scrolled further down the listings. He’d made no move to edit his filters, which did nothing but confirm your suspicions.

He nodded, exhaling through his nose and clicking back onto the favourites page to scroll down and then back up again, a lot of thought going into clicking his clear favourite. It was a rather adorable house, if empty, barely-furnished photos were anything to go by; it just felt easy to picture him decorating the entire place with his stuff – and a bed. For him to sleep in, not a couch, with his own sheets on.

“I was thinking for special occasions, like Christmas and stuff, and I can’t go home because of work, that people might be open to the idea of staying here and celebrating in Philly.” He mumbled, flicking through the photos.

“People?” You echoed, head turning to your door after a bang echoed through your apartment.

The across-the-hall neighbours were almost nocturnal, you were sure of that.

“Y’know,” Jamie continued, pretending the bang wasn’t at all a disturbance, “family, friends. ‘N you.”

You blinked, focusing all the willpower you had into not grinning like an absolute fool and giving yourself away to him – not only because you knew he was keeping an eye on you, but because you wanted to tease him a little bit, not in a mean way, but gently – enough to get him to blush and admit to something.

“Is that why you’re asking for my opinion?” You asked, your fingers lazily and absent-mindedly trailing up and down his forearm.

He hummed again, and his lack of words had you pulling away from him a little. It wasn’t enough to break out of his hold, but enough to get him to lift his head from yours so you could see his face properly. His eyes were on you, but as soon as he seemed to register you weren’t moving anywhere, he turned his attention back to the tablet, ignoring his complete lack of answer and instead choosing to press his lips together to prevent himself from smiling, and avoiding your eyes completely.

“Jamie?” 

“Yeah?” He mumbled, still not reacting.

You poked a finger to his cheek, his stubble providing a scratch that almost tickled, and he caught your hand, this time with a rather amused smile now freely on his face, and his eyes accusingly narrowed in your direction, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Didn’t I?” He furrowed his brows, tilting his head. His hand squeezed around yours three times, before he laced your fingers together.

You rolled your eyes fondly, “You know you didn’t.”

He sighed, switching his tablet off and placing it on the floor with a dull thud, shooting you a ‘just a moment’ look as he got himself comfy against the pillows, taking an exceptionally long amount of time to adjust the height at which he preferred the duvet to be pulled up.

“Come on.” He patted your pillow, and you followed, lying face-to-face, “Okay. So, I’ve been thinking that we should start factoring each other in a bit more. It’s been, like, nine months—”

You frowned, “Five.”

“Nine.” He argued, blue eyes confused at your own answer.

“Five – we weren’t even dating–”

“We might as well have been. We were doing everything we do now–”

“Except tell each other the truth.”

He blinked after a brief pause, “Fine. Five months, then. I guess I’m asking your opinion on the houses because you’re my girlfriend, and I want us both to like the house I’m going to buy because I’m hoping you’ll stay over every now and then. I want you to like it so you stay over.”

“Even if I didn’t like it I’d want to stay over.” 

He breathed a laugh sorely lacking mirth, and you felt yourself frown at his shaking head and disbelieving eyes.

“That’s not the point.” He whispered.

You didn’t say anything or do anything to allude to what you were thinking; Jamie’s eyes were roving over your face searching for some kind of hint as to what was going through your head – trying to figure out if you’d caught on or if you were genuinely oblivious to what he was struggling to say.

“I’m not a mind-reader.” You replied, arching a brow and unable to hide the small tells of a smile on your face when he seemed to soften at your words.

He knew you were teasing him, but he also knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted if he didn’t say it outright.

“I was hoping you’d help me decorate, like, help me pick out some furniture or what paint to get for the walls kind of thing. I know you’re not gonna be living with me, but I want you to stay over and feel comfortable enough to maybe, I don’t know, like…stay there when your roommate or neighbours are pissing you off, or to have a key, or to move in with me at some point in the future.” You could feel his hand tracing absentminded shapes into the sheets under the covers, and his eyes seemed intent on avoiding looking anywhere near your direction, instead choosing to dart from his pillow, to the vintage poster of Sidney Crosby on the back of your door, to your bedside light. Everywhere but you.

There was a brief moment when he was talking that you were almost a little worried he was going to ask you to move in then and there – and while that certainly wasn’t an unappealing option at all, you were still getting used to each other. Your relationship was pretty new, and Jamie was still adjusting, and the last thing either of you needed was to amp up the intensity at this moment in time when it could just as equally prove to be as disastrous as good.

But when he’d said ‘some point in the future’, all of that dissipated into thin air. 

“The first house.” You mumbled, trying to catch his attention. It seemed to do the trick pretty effectively, because even though his eyes were wide, he was hanging on to everything you said with a look so intense that it rivalled the one you’d only seen him use on the ice. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was holding his breath, “That’s my favourite.”

He swallowed, pushing his head a little off the pillow, cheeks a little red at the insinuation behind your words, “It’s my favourite too.”

“I know.” You grinned, “But–”

He tensed.

“But I do think you should make some decisions only on your own, because it’s gonna be your house. If you need help or advice, that’s fine, but I think you also need to do this for yourself – get comfy in Philly.”

He twisted his mouth in consideration, “You’d tell me if you hated something that I picked though, right? Or if I–”

“If you pick it, I’ll probably like it.”

He blinked, before rolling his eyes, “That’s very reassuring–”

“I just mean, I liked your house in Anaheim and you did that up–” you cringed, “Well, partly–”

“Thanks for that reminder, yeah.” He quipped, nodding sarcastically.

He’d partly redecorated his house back in LA, but he’d never gotten round to finishing it because, well, he got traded, and it was still a bit of a stinger.

“Sorry.” You said, genuinely feeling guilty for having brought it up in such a profoundly important conversation.

He shrugged, smiling rather defeatedly, “It’s fine. I mean, I really like it here. I actually…” he hesitated, looking at you unsurely and rather guiltily, and you grinned, knowing he was about to say something very honest, “I prefer playing for the Flyers.”

Your jaw dropped, before you dissolved into laughter, “I can tell.”

“You can? Is it obvious?” He looked so concerned that your chest physically warmed at the sight, and you shook your head in response, but it was clear he could see through your little white lie.

There was a lull in the conversation after that, and he laid his head back down opposite you, blinking sleepily. There was something in the back of your mind, something related to what he’d said, that you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep properly without mentioning it to him at least, and just as you were about to open your mouth, he stopped you with a furrowed brow.

“What’s up?” He asked, and you halted.

You didn’t know why it was such a shock that he could read you so easily, but it was – in an entirely good way. 

“Just, for a second earlier, I was worried you were gonna ask me to move in with you.” You admitted, watching him closely.

He paused for a second, taking in your words, before comically gasping, “Is the thought of moving in with me that horrific?”

“You’re just a really loud sleeper.” You played along, rolling your eyes and enjoying the gentle nudge to your shin.

You both knew that statement was wholly untrue; sure, he snored occasionally, but it wasn’t at a disruptable, pillow over your ears, no sleep, forcefully rolling him over level. And it was only when he had a cold.

“I can imagine it’s a pain, yeah. I shuffle, too, and I, oh, how could I forget? I steal the duvet and refuse to cuddle. That must be awful.” He groaned, the sound melting into one of soft laughter as he failed to keep up the act.

Of course, none of those things were true.

“Seriously, though?” He asked next, his amusement replaced by seriousness.

“I just think it’d have been too soon.”

“Yeah.” He agreed, “But also, for future reference, if I was asking you to move in with me, you’d know.”

A WHILE LATER (A YEAR AND A BIT)

You pulled a face, toothbrush frozen midway to your mouth, the splodge of toothpaste wobbling at the sudden halt. You were staring at the reflection of the man standing next to you, washing his face as though what he’d just said wasn’t both confusing or an entirely big deal if it meant what you thought. 

He grabbed a towel from the radiator rack next to him, wiping his face, and it was when he looked back into the mirror, his eyes sliding from his reflection to your utterly stunned look of complete disbelief, that he faltered, a grave look appearing on his face.

You’d both just crawled out of bed, motivated by the knowledge that his parents were arriving in Philly later today and neither of you had completely finished tidying his house, because, lo and behold, the consequence of having multiple rooms and bathrooms meant that it’d take three times the amount of time to clean them all before guests arrived. Currently you were still in your PJs, and the only change Jamie had made to his appearance since getting out of bed was to pull a pair of joggers over his boxers.

It was an awfully domestic scene, and something that had been happening increasingly more often as of the last few months – again, you weren’t complaining – but that hypocrite—

“Say that again.” You said, lowering your toothbrush.

Jamie blinked, stuttering, “Say what again?”

“What you just said.”

“Why don’t I tidy out some of the cabinet so you can move your stuff in?” He said unsurely, his brows knitted in confusion, towel patting his face dry in a manner that meant he could still see you properly.

“Why would you need—Why?”

He froze like a deer caught in headlights – so, so, so adorably confused.

“So you can have space to put your stuff…” he trailed off, his mouth parting in realisation, “You’ve been here at least five out of seven days a week for the past four months, and even then you only went back to your apartment to bring back almost out of date food and some clean clothes.”

You turned to him for real this time, face-to-face, mildly unimpressed and mostly entertained because of his unawareness as to what it sounded like he was implying. Only, this time, you had a feeling you were right, and this time you weren’t the slightest bit worried about him asking.

Only, when you turned to face him, instead of the confusion written on his face – somewhere between the time it had taken you to blink and turn, he was on one knee on the tiles, a cheeky grin on his face that immediately let you know you’d been had and that had entirely been his intention all along.

It still didn’t stop your heart hammering madly in your chest at the sight of him in such a position, and even though you knew what he was and wasn’t about to ask, your mind was now skipping ahead to marriage.

“I know I promised you’d know when I asked you to move in with me, but I couldn’t resist messing with you a little bit–” he laughed and tried to dodge you when you lightly kicked his knee to throw him slightly off balance, but his neither his smile or his resilience faded, “and I figured this would be as obvious as it gets, so…” he inhaled, attempting to appear suddenly serious, “Will you please do me the honour of moving in with me?”

You were grinning, “No.”

There was a beat, and all in one moment his entire face seemed to drop as he looked even more befuddled towards the floor, mind presumably racing with just where he’d gone wrong this time, and if you didn’t know your own intentions, you’d say the silence was awkward, but you could never leave him looking that dejected for too long.

Your heart couldn't bear it.

“I’m kidding, ‘course I’ll move in with you.”

He sighed, pushing himself up to stand and taking your hand as an offer for help in the process, before rolling his eyes fondly and kissing your temple, “Yeah, I love you too.”

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First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat. 

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie. 

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.” 

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave. 

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up. 

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise. 

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?” 

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh. 

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

***

a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

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[lvrhughes]

Beach Day | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x gn!reader?

summary: A beach day with Jamie and Trevor

warnings: none? the ocean?

word count: 0.8k

not my gif!

“Jam please.” you were practically on your knees, begging for one beach day. 

“No, we’re busy.” his tone stern, making a point of how badly he did not want to go.

“Jamie, we are not you or Trevor. You know, maybe I’ll go with Trev.” The quick change from begging to getting up to leave had Jamie spinning, jealousy clouding his decisions. 

“No you won’t, we’re going.” The words falling out before he could think, covering his mouth in realization when he heard what he’d done.

“Yes! You’re the best Jam!” The enthusiasm radiated off you, jumping around the space, while Jamie stood frozen.

“Shit.” He managed to mumble out, reaching for his phone to call Trevor, mumbling about if he had to go, he is not suffering alone.

“Hey Jimbo.” The call was answered quickly, Trevor's voice flooding the line.

“You’re coming to the beach with us.”

“What?” Trevor’s stunned voice eliciting a laugh.

“Y/n’s making me go to the beach, you're coming too.” 

Jamie was thankful he put no protest, running over to the house quickly, sporting the most colourful shorts he owned.

“Trevor, what are you wearing?” the question came out as more of a laugh, Jamie snickering behind you.

“It’s a beach day, gotta wear the best.” Trevor grinned, throwing his towel on the couch as he did a spin. 

It was a short drive to the beach, Trevor somehow being forced into the backseat of his own car. His argument that it was the best beach vehicle winning, yet losing the fight of who should drive. 

“We’re here!” Trevor immediately ran out of the car, running laps like a child. 

“Calm down, Z.” Jamie’s annoyed expression fueled Trevor’s antics, running over to his best friend to pick him up. “Trevor Zegras, if you don’t put me down you idiot!” 

The further Trevor ran, the quieter Jamie’s scolding got, making you laugh. Quickly grabbing the rest of the belongings in the Bronco, finding the keys and locking it shortly. RUnning down to where you could see two wet Anaheim ducks.

“What happened?” you laughed, seeing Jamie’s scowl as he sat on the sand like a child. Giving him a towel before turning to Trevor, who looked like a guilty puppy.

“What did you do, Z?” somehow more guilt covered his eyes, looking down before mumbling an answer. 

“I threw him in, then he tackled me.” It was a fight not to burst out laughing at the confession, seeing Jamie's slight smile out of the corner of your eye, proving he wasn’t completely mad. 

“Did you apologize?” It was like scolding children, watching Trevor walk around you to say sorry to Jamie. 

“You’re both children, I hope you know that.” You giggled, earning a glare from Trevor.

“Oh yeah?” Jamie challenged, getting up to walk closer to you. 

“Don’t do it Jam.” 

“Don’t do what?” his movements never halted, earning you to step back with each step forward he placed. 

“If you throw me in the ocean, I swear jamie-” The words cut off when you fell, falling into the sand as Jamie scooped you into his arms. “Jamie no!” 

The pleas useless as he wadded into the water, fake dropping you every so often. 

“Jamie, please, I love you baby, don’t do this.” the pleas falling from your lips, arms wrapped around his neck tightly, at least if he were to drop you, he’d come in too. 

“Yeah, I love you too babe, but what was that about being children?” 

“Jame, I take it all back, you’re not children, just don’t drop me! It’s cold!” 

“How would you know? I think you feel pretty warm.” Jamie’s tone teasing, his arms still holding you against him. 

“Because you’re wet, and you feel cold.” 

“Hmm” He pretended to think, before shaking his head. “I think we’ll go for a dip.” 

“Jamie!” the words useless when he dove into the water, getting up quickly returning to the surface to carry you out. 

“You fucker.” You practically growled, Jamie laughing at the tone, Trevor sat smiling at the whole ordeal. 

Setting you down on a towel Trevor had laid out, settling on one beside you. Turning to look at you while you glared away from him, facing the water. 

“Baby.” Still refusing to look at him, instead starting a conversation with Trevor. 

“Baby doll!” He whined beside you, his arms circling your waist to pull you back onto him. 

“Jamie!” A squeal like sound escaping your lips as he threw your body over his, laying you down on his towel. “What are you doing?” 

His body now covering yours, laying on top of you. His arms circled your waist, keeping you tight against him, as if he wasn’t already pressed into you. 

“Jam.” 

“I want your attention!” He groaned, rolling slightly off but keeping his hold. 

“You have it babes.” You giggled, his face buried in your neck.

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[theywantedplayer]

“my friends are really annoyed about how much I talk about you” and “you’re staring” with jamie?

Everyone on the team knew who you were even if they hadn't met you. Jamie had a habit of sneaking your name into every conversion and his teammates always teased him about it. You drove to pick up Jamie from practice, walking into the rink and waited for him. You saw him walking towards you with a teammate you haven't met yet. They both walked over to you and Jamie smiled as he dropped his bag into the floor.

“Hi baby” he smiled pulling you into a quick hug

“Hi, how was practice” you asked

“Same old same old” he shrugged

You smiled at his response. You turned to the other hockey player

“Im y/n, Jamie's girlfriend” you introduce yourself

The other player just laughed as he respond “I know who you are, the whole team does Jamie doesnt shut up about you”

You smiled as you looked at Jamie, His face was turning red at his teammates words.

“Thanks for that Strome” Jamie joked

You all laughed as Strome said his goodbyes leaving just you and Jamie

“Sooooo got anything to tell me” you laughed 

Jamie blushed,as he rubbed his cheek with one hand

“It's safe to say my teammates are really annoyed about how much I talk about you” He admitted 

You giggle as you wrap your hands around Jamie's waist pulling him against your chest. You smiled up at him admiring his flushed face.Jamie knew you were checking him out which only made his face grow more red.

“Your starring y/n” he groaned 

“And your blushing” you teased him 

“Of course i'm blushing my teammate just outed me” He said “He basically told you i'm obsessed”

“Are you obsessed?” you asked

Jamie looked down at you softly smiling 

“Of course im obsessed, Fuck look at you y/n” He admitted 

You squeezed his waist in response as you got into your tippy toes  

“Good because I'm obsessed with you too,” you said, leaning in and giving him a kiss.

“Now let's go home so I can show you how obsessed I really am”

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[birdiewriteslit]

thinking many thoughts about jamie drysdale x actress!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

part 2

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[luvrhischier]

Hi! Can I request a jamie drysdale fic based on the song wish you were sober by Conan Grey?

wish you were sober // jamie drysdale

pairing: jamie drysdale x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol/drinking, idk ooc jamie ig

a/n: didn’t know who you wanted to be the drunk one so i assumed you wanted jamie

a/n 2: i didn’t go back and really edit this so excuse any mistakes pls

This party's shit, wish we could dip

Go anywhere but here

Please don't drink more beer

I'ma crawl outta the window now

'Cause I don't like anyone around

Kinda hope you're followin' me out

But this is definitely not my crowd

You used to love this. The parties, the drinking until you made decisions that you would regret in the morning but laugh about later, the meeting a new stranger every night and flirting with no intention of anything real or lasting. But now you hated this. The music was too loud and the people were louder. The heat from bodies cramped together dancing and making out made it hard to breathe.

“It’ll just be us and a couple of the guys.” That’s what Jamie had said and you were fine with that, you were looking forward to it.

Honestly you should’ve known better. You should’ve figured it out when he insisted on taking your car, saying it was more comfortable. Looking back you were mad at yourself for being so naive.

When he pulled up to the house you knew you couldn’t drink even if you wanted to. Someone had to drive home because he wouldn’t be able to, he was never able to be the one who drove home after nights like this. You looked down at the cup in your hand, just water. 

You wanted to leave more than anything. You didn’t care where you went you just didn’t want to be at this stupid party. Maybe tonight would be the night that he would want to leave just as much as you did. Maybe he was having a horrible time and wanted to go home and just put on some cheesy movie until you both fell asleep. You needed to find him.

You scanned the crowd from the corner you had decided to stay in, looking for him. You knew exactly where he’d be but a small part of you wanted to believe tonight was different so you still searched everywhere but there. Finally you gave in and looked at where the liquor was. You felt any hope you had of him wanting to leave slip away. There he was, grabbing another beer.

“Jamie, please don’t,” you whispered. “Just put it back down.” You were begging that somehow he would magically hear you. 

You knew that you’d never make it over in time to stop him so you were praying that maybe he had just enough sense to stop himself. But he didn’t. Your heart deflated as you watched his lips make contact with the bottle. You had to look away before your heart broke anymore. 

You scanned the crowd again. Each new face you looked at was a complete stranger. You needed to leave. You knew none of these people and few that you did know were scattered everywhere, hidden in the sea of people who were all drinking, smoking, and dancing. If you were doing the same you’d probably want to stay. But you weren’t.

Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now

Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Take me where the music ain't too loud

Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

You tried to think back to when this whole cycle started. It was never like this before, so what was the turning point? You didn’t want to admit that getting drafted was the turning point but if you were being honest with yourself, you knew that’s exactly when everything changed, when he changed. You loved that he was getting to live his dreams but hated that the cost of that was losing himself. He was a kid thrown into a world of screaming fans and constant requests for pictures and autographs and he felt like he had to act a certain way in order to make it. 

You were at your limit for the night and you had to leave and get as far away from this party as possible. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself to push through the crowd. It was now or never. 

You entered the crowd. You tried to be soft and polite at the beginning. Saying excuse me and waiting for people to move out of your way on their own. A few people stepped aside and let you pass, but most didn’t, they were too caught up in their own little worlds. The nice way wasn’t going to work. 

“Get out of my way,” you yelled repeatedly as you forcefully pushed people out of the way, not caring that they were gross and sweaty. You could hear, “Fuck you” or “What the fuck?”, being yelled in a never ending cycle with the occasional, “Bitch,” to spice things up. You couldn’t have cared less about their words or feelings, all you cared about was getting the hell out of there. 

When you made it out of the crowd you could finally breathe again. You raised one hand to your chest as the other ran through your hair and sighed. You looked up and there he was. His back was facing towards you and it was almost like he was permanently attached to the bar where the alcohol was set up. 

You walked up to him and softly tapped his arm to get his attention. He turned with the biggest smile on his face. He shouted your name in glee.

“There you are!” He exclaimed and pulled you in for a hug. He reeked of alcohol, it was too much for you to handle, you had to pull away. “I missed you.” He pouted when you looked up at him.

“Yeah I missed you too,” you muttered. You watched as he turned to grab something and turned back with a cup in his hand.

“You wanna drink?” He held his hand out and his words were slurring together. You looked at the cup then back to Jamie’s face.

“I can’t drink anything,” you sighed.

“Why not?” 

“Because someone has to drive home,” you were trying your hardest not to snap. 

“Right, right,” his eyes glanced down at the cup before he quickly downed it. You wanted to scream. He tried to go back to his beer but you grabbed it from him and placed it out of his reached. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that!”

“Can we please go home?” You asked as you stopped him from trying to get another drink. 

You wanted to give him an opportunity to show that he was still somewhat himself again. He said nothing but his eyes looked at something behind you. You watched as Jamie stopped a random girl that was walking by.

“Can I have that?” He pointed at her cup. The girl giggled and nodded before handing it over. “Thanks,” Jamie smirked then winked, his drunk confidence taking over.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as Jamie went to take a sip of the random drink. This was a new all time low. You raised your hand and smacked the cup out of his grip before he could. You watched as the liquid landed on some poor boy just trying to get a beer. You whispered a small apology. You turned to look at Jamie and saw that he was laughing at what just happened. 

He wasn’t himself, he was completely and utterly wasted. You were once again going to have to drag him out of a party. You grabbed Jamie’s elbow and pushed past the girl and pushed through the crowd like you did before, much more forcefully this time. 

“I don’t want to leave,” you could hear him whine as you made it outside. You finally stopped at the sidewalk. 

“I know you don’t but you have to,” you sighed and turned to him. When you looked at him you could see that he was still adamant about staying. “Jamie please,” you whispered, practically on your knees begging. You watched as his eyes scanned your face for awhile.

“Okay,” he finally agreed.

Save me 'til the party is over

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

The alcohol hadn’t completely hit yet so he could still somewhat walk on his own, only needing a little bit of help. When you made it to your car you let out a breath of relief. You went to open the passenger door and watched as he stumbled his way towards you. 

“Come on let’s get you buckled up,” you helped him climb his way into the car. You felt like a mother taking care of her child right now and you hated it. 

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” He asked as you got him sat. 

It was starting. Most nights Jamie would run off at the beginning of the night, completely abandoning you. It was only afterwards that he finally acknowledged you, and tonight was one of those night.

“Yes, I know. You’re my best friend too,” you smiled, trying to just go along with his drunk rambling. 

He hummed, feeling satisfied and happy that he was also your best friend. You grabbed the seatbelt and leaned over to buckle it. You felt his lips kiss your cheek. It was sloppy and wet. The first time this happened you felt butterflies and your body felt like it was on fire. Now it was just another one of his drunken habits. 

“That was really sweet,” you said as you checked the seatbelt one last time.

When you pulled away to shut the door you saw that he had a big goofy smile on his face.

All of this would mean something if he was sober, and you wished more than anything that he was.

Trip down the road, walking you home

You kiss me at your door

Jamie spent most of the drive talking, you couldn’t understand him half of the time but it kept him occupied so you just let him continue. When you pulled into the driveway you took a moment to prepare yourself. 

This part was always hard. The alcohol had caught up with him. He was a mess who could barely walk on his own. Having to help a drunk, 180lbs, hockey player walk to his room never got easier, even if you’ve done it almost 100 times. For now you wanted to just focus on getting him to the front door. You walked over to unbuckle him. 

“Okay I’m gonna need your help, okay? You said as you helped him out. “Put your arm over my shoulder,” you instructed. He nodded his head and dramatically threw his arm over your shoulder. You let out one last breath.

Slowly, and wobbly, you made it to the door. You turned your head up at Jamie. His eyes were lidded and he was softly humming to himself. If you hadn’t seen this a million times before you would be laughing and smiling and finding this adorable.

“Lean against that wall so I can unlock the door.” You place him back against the wall and watched as he slid down. You let out a small groan, before unlocking the door. You pushed it open the turned back to Jamie. “Come on let’s get you back up.” You exasperated. 

When he was standing up and leaning against the wall again, you took a moment to collect yourself. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and felt a tear slip out. You gained your composure before going to look at him again. Jamie took this as an opportunity to quickly give you a kiss. Like the kiss on the cheek earlier, it was sloppy and wet but now it was like you could taste every drink he had drank that night. You pulled away quickly and felt another tear fall. You knew that Jamie wanted to say something but you started to move him before he could.

You kicked the door closed with your foot once you were inside. You looked at the stairs, this was always the difficult part. You readjusted Jamie’s arm and your hold on him. You walked to the stairs and stopped. 

“Lean against the railing for me, just a little bit,” you ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” Jamie saluted playfully. 

“We’re gonna go one step at a time and we’re gonna do it slowly.” 

Pullin' me close, beg me, "Stay over"

But I'm over this roller-coaster

I'ma crawl outta the window now

Getting good at saying, "Gotta bounce"

You kicked open his bedroom door and quickly made it over to his bed. You sat him down and took a moment to regain some strength to keep going. Once you felt okay enough to continue you kneeled down in front of him.

“At least take me to dinner first,” he joked. You just scoffed before taking his shoes off. You walked over to his dresser and grabbed a random pair of sweats and a random shirt. 

“Put this on.” You tossed him the clothes. You left before you started to undress. 

You walked to the kitchen to get water and some medicine for when he woke up. You leaned against the counter and let out a frustrated sob. Tears you had been trying to hold back started to fall. No, you couldn’t cry yet, you had to make sure he was situated. You splashed some cold water on your face and grabbed the pain medicine and water, grabbing extra for Trevor who obviously wasn’t home yet.

When you returned he was sitting on his bed again. You set down the water and medicine on his nightstand before turning to him

“Stay,” he said softly and he grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in between his legs. He leaned his head against your stomach and your hands went to run through his hair. 

This was the part you hated the most. The part where he asks, sometimes begs, you to stay. The part where it feels like he’s completely sober and himself again. But he wasn’t and you couldn’t stay, you never did, no matter how much you want to. 

“I can’t,” you whispered. You gently pulled his head away to look at his face. Knowing that when you saw his face you’d be brought back to reality because his face showed that he was still wasted. You sighed and helped him lay down. You could see he wasn’t happy with your response. “I can come over another night, I have a big test that I have to study for. Not all of us can be professional hockey players,” you forced an excuse and simple joke out of your mouth. 

“I think you could make it in the big leagues. You always give Trevor and I a run for our money,” he smiled as he settled into his bed. You smiled softly and watched his eyes close. 

You always stayed until he fell asleep just to make sure he was okay. When you heard his breathing even out and soft snores you knew you could go. You walked out and quietly shut the door behind you. When you were halfway down the stairs Trevor walked in. You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms.

“Uber, I promise.” He held his hands up, already knowing what you were about to ask. Satisfied with his words you continued.

“I set out some water and meds for you. They’re on the counter,” you said when you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“You’re literally a saint,” he smiled as he hugged you. You softly laughed before pulling away. When Trevor saw your face up close his smile dropped. “Is he…” He trailed off. You looked back towards his room. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Can you just text me later and tell me how he’s doing?” You walked to the door. 

“Yeah,” he whispered. 

“Goodnight Trevor,” you smiled as you walked out. 

Honestly, you always let me down

When you got in your car you just sat there for a moment. This was exhausting, life draining almost. You leaned your head against your steering wheel and finally let out the sobs and tears you had been holding in.

You couldn’t wait to get home. You couldn’t wait to take a warm shower and wash the night off of you. You couldn’t wait to lay down in bed and sleep for an entire day. And as much as you hated it, you couldn’t wait to see him again.

He would be himself the next you saw him and it would feel like everything was okay. 

“I’m never drinking that much again!” Is what he’s going to say and stupidly you’re going to hope that this time is he was being honest.

But deep, deep down you knew he wasn’t. You knew he was going to do this again and again because he always did. He always let you down in the end.

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[lukeywritesstuff]

JEALOUS

Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Description: Jamie’s girl is a little too hot and is getting attention from other men than just him, and he doesn’t like that

Based on Nick Jonas’ ‘Jealous’

Warnings: swearing, drinking, marijuana, mentions of sex, corny use of lyrics (set the day before the toronto game because that game’s my Roman Empire (I was there))

It’s a rare off day in Canada where the entire teams legal to drink so the team all decided to go to a small bar in downtown toronto. Some guys who are from Toronto/the GTA decided to bring their partner or a friend that knows the team decently. Jamie decided to bring me, his girlfriend.

The evening starts quite normal, everyone drinking lightly as the team has a game tomorrow night so nobody’s really planning on going too crazy tonight. And it’s all normal till me and some of the girls decide to dance.

I decided to wear a tight sparkly red dress that hugged my body perfectly tonight and I can tell I was getting more male attention than usual really wanted. All I was hoping was to look good for myself and for Jamie, but I guess being in public means other people can se me too. Anyways, I started dancing around with the girlies some random guys came asking to dance or offering to buy me a drink but I just ignore them or if they ask twice I’d shake my head no. Not long after I feel arms and smell a familiar scent, jamie’s cologne and his regular smell (like yk how peoples houses have certain smells, that smell. Not like BO.) I turn around and smile at him before he leans down to kiss me.

“Looks like someone a little jealous.” I said looking into his eyes.

“To many guys are looking at you tonight.” He said making me laugh.

“Hmm you don’t need to be acting hellish, you know damn well I’m only going home with one man, and it’s not any of those guys from earlier. It’s always gonna be you.”

“Hmm, well it’s my right to be hellish, I still get jealous my love. You’re too sexy, beautiful and it seems like every man here wants a taste.” He said before kissing my cheek.

“Jameson Drysdale, shut the fuck up. Wanna go back to yours. I got something on that nobody here but you can see. So you can’t get jealous if you’re the only one to see it.” I said before kissing his lips and the second we pulled away he grabbed my hand and we pulled an Irish goodbye and left the bar.

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you couldn’t remember your dream.

it had something to do with a giant red person and some birds. it made no sense, but you knew it was a fun dream. and now you couldn’t even remember it.

with a light groan, you opened your eyes, wondering what woke you up. 

the first thing you realized was that your bed was empty, jamie nowhere to be found. the second thing you realized was that you could hear some music playing from outside your room.

“that’s not a good sign,” you muttered to yourself.

after taking a minute to mentally prepare yourself for the day, you finally got ready, before following the sound of the music.

you head down the stairs, nodding your head along to the taylor swift song, singing quietly. either you were going to walk in on jamie almost burning down the house, or cooking something really wonderful.

you sniffed the air experimentally, sighing in relief as you smelt nothing burning.

continuing your trek towards the kitchen, where the music was the loudest, you were pleasantly surprised to see a shirtless jamie dancing along as he tried to flip a pancake.

you leaned against the doorframe, taking a minute to admire your boyfriend.

he moved the pancake to a plate, setting it on the table, nearly dropping it at the sight of you.

“jesus, y/n,” he muttered. “how long have you been there?”

“long enough to be turned on,” you answered, shrugging.

he laughed, pressing a kiss to your head as you settled in the chair. you grinned at jamie as he passed over your favourite syrup and a glass of orange juice.

“if you asked, i would marry you right now,” you said, taking a bite of the pancake. “this is good. when did you get so good at making pancakes?”

“i’ve always been good at pancakes!” jamie sounded offended.

you raised an eyebrow, remembering the time he nearly burnt down the house, but didn’t push it. after all, he seemed to have improved since then.

besides, the pancakes, the music, jamie wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, that was more than enough for you.

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🦋that’s how you get the girl🦋

Pairing : Jamie Drysdale x tatted biker cherrie!

Word count : 6k

Summary: in which he’s a smitten mess and sometimes the way to a girls heart is constantly embarrassing yourself in front of her.

Warnings : none? Fluff. Jamie being a nervous dork In love. Kinda a trial. First time writing for Jamie sooooo, it’s not the best but , when are they ever? Lemme know what u think as always xoxo

It wasn't a secret to anyone that Jamie happened to have a little bit of a crush on their hot, totally out of his league , neighbour .

As soon as he had seen her riding in on her Harley , covered in tattoos with long, half pink and hair black hair, piercings and with a bad attitude. It was over for him. Utterly Done for. Completely fucked.

Because she was cool as shit and she knew it too, barely paid any of them a single glance as she stepped off her motorbike, all those summer months ago, while they were all gathered outside the complex , messing around and just hanging out.

Every single one of their eyes has been on her, mouths gaping and hearts racing as they all turned their heads simultaneously to watch her confidently strut past them, shaking out her hair as she loosely held her helmet from her fingertips .

Only turning her head slightly to raise her pierced eyebrow at them , not looking impressed at all.

“Did school get out early or something?" She had snarked at them , making most of them snap their heads away quickly. Jamie being one of them, he only watched from beneath his lashes as Trevor, the idiot, arrogant , and believing he had a chance opened his big mouth .

Smirking over at her and gave her a flirty wink "fully a man baby." He corrected her slyly "but I wouldn't mind you teaching me a few things.."

She looked at him up and down, then scoffed meanly .

Laughing at him "I'll teach you how I'm going to break your jaw if you try that with me again." She casually told him .

Then without another glance black at the snickering and gaping group of guys , she strutted off just as quickly as she had arrived.

Leaving Trevor to blink at where she had been stood in disbelief , hands on hips as he let out a shocked 'huh'. "She was hot eh?"

Jamie had looked at him in disbelief , stunned.

Heart still racing in his chest with anxiety and palms sweating, unable to believe that she was their new neighbour . It was a scenario that guys wet dreams were made from.

“She literally just threatened you Trev." He reminded him in disbelief . Because If she said that to him, he probably would have pissed himself in fear and maybe shed a tear too. She was that intimidating. And hot. So fucking hot…

But Trevor just laughed loudly as though it was no big deal . Not unnerved at all. "she was only joking!" He believed . Receiving multiple looks of disbelief from his friends.

Then he glanced over, and finally noticed the way Jamie’s eyes kept shifting back to the door that she had disappeared into. His lips curling into a slow smirk as he chuckled slyly to himself , seeing the new infatuation being written all over his friends face.

So it really wasn't a surprise , that three months later, after listening to Jamie go on and on about how cool she was and how beautiful she looked almost daily. Despite never talking to her, only ever turning around and sprinting away when he saw her coming his way.

Trevor wasn't surprised at all when , as they came back from practice , Jamie suddenly froze beside him as he caught sight of Cherrie coming down the stairway towards them. Looking like a bombshell like usual.

And really Trevor thought that Jamie should really appreciate how good of a friend he actually was. Because if he wasn’t such a good friend , he would totally be trying to charm her into his bed. Maybe proposing to her on the second date too.

She was that hot.

Nudging his friend , Trevor muttered to him quickly "stop looking so scared." Before casually grinning over at her happily .

“Hey Cherrie! New tat?" He asked her cheerfully , glancing down at her leg to see a large snake tattooed up her thigh with a dagger going through it.

That wasn't there yesterday when he was gazing in awe at said legs in a daze .

Because Unlike Jamie, Trevor had made the effect to annoy her into becoming reluctant friends with him.

Well, he called her his friend , she just called him 'the annoying asshole who won't stop following her around.'

But whatever. He got his own way because after he had found out that she was a tattoo artist , he had begged her to do his own. She charged him double but he got her to open up a little bit, realised that underneath that intimidating image of hers she really was just a cool chick.

And well, Trevor was a good friend , so he had been trying to talk up Jamie to her for weeks now. Casually bringing him up in conversations , letting her know how great he was at hockey , that he was such a nice guy.

She didn't look like she believed him and maybe it was because Jamie couldn't look her in the eye and had yet to utter a full sentence to her, but Trevor was determined to get Jamie in with her.

He thought that they would look good together and quite frankly , he was sick of seeing his friend mope about. Those puppy eyes were killing him.

"Yeah. Looks good huh?" She said with a small grin , looking at the new tat on her thigh contently .

Jamie was looking at it too, just blinking slowly as he imagined tracing the outline of the snake with his tongue , throat going dry as he realised that the tail of the snake disappeared up her hip, and underneath ber shorts , the ink not doubt wrapping around her hip snugly.

His brain short circulated and he realised a little too late that there was a sudden lull in their conversation , that Trevor was jabbing his elbow into his side sharply.

Making him flinch and snap his head back up with wide eyes , cheeks flushing when he saw them both staring at him.

Trevor looking exasperated and Cherrie just looking bored.

"I was telling her that you scored during the game last weekend." He gritted out , widening his eyes at him, motioning for him to do something.

‘say something.’ He mimed at him frantically.

Jamie just let out a strangled hum and nodded his head , eyes flickering back down to his shoes shyly.not saying something at all.

Trevor sighed and tried not to bury his head in his hands in second hand embarrassment.

Cherrie frowned at him , taking in his backwards cap and basketball shorts , tank top showing off his toned arms and patchy sunburn.

Yet she felt something soften inside her , noticing the way he wouldn't meet her eyes. Like, Ever.

Noticing that this wasn't the first time that he didn't speak to her either.

Her brows furrowed in concern "do you speak at all?" She asked him, not trying to be mean. But she was genuinely curious . Considering how mouthy his best friend was, she expected Jamie to be a chatter box too.

Trevor nudged his side harshly again making him splutter , embarrassment painting his face a bright pink as he felt his eyes widen again . Realising how rude he must seem, just standing there, not saying a thing.

"Yeah! Yeah. Sorry." He laughed out nervously, fidgeting with the cap on his head. Wanting to melt away on the spot.

Kill him now. He thought miserably.

Trevor mentally face Palmed at his shy behaviour , then tried to help him like the good friend he thought himself to be .

“He's single." He suddenly told Cherrie with a grin , waving his hand at Jamie ike he was presenting a prize.

Jamie’s head snapped towards his friend in disbelief , mouth dropping open as he gaped at him in horror , hissing his name . "Trevor!" Unable to believe what he was doing.

His skin crawling with mortification, this was like something out of his nightmares.

To make it worse, Cherrie eyed him up and down and smirked "I'm not surprised." She simply replied , pulling out her phone as it buzzed .

Typing away as she texted back her friend , not even looking at them anymore . "You gotta speak to girls first. No point having a cute face if you turn to fucking stone like I'm medusa or something  every time you see me." She said to Jamie in amusement , not giving them another glance before she walked away. Around the corner and out of their sight.

Leaving Jamie to stare at where she had been stood, lips pursed in absolute embarrassment, hands on his flaming cheeks as he tried not to die from shame.

Trevor was beaming at him, slapping his shoulder excitedly . "You hear that dude? She thinks you're cute!" Getting a blank look in return.

Trudging back to their apartment , Jamie's face a scene of misery as he groaned "dude.." utterly mortified . Wishing that he could be as cool and confident as Trevor was around her.

It was just , every time he saw her his brain just simply said, no! And stopped working. Every social cue and every bit of common sense left him. Leaving him a blushing , spluttering mess at just a simple glance from her.

He kind of hated her for being so fucking beautiful. I mean, how was it fair for her to look like that? With those eyes and that fucking sarcastic mouth...how was he supposed to act normally? She was like, a wet dream. And she lived right next door .

He was completely fucked but not in the way he wanted to be with her.

It wasn't fair. He wanted to whine. Wasn't fair at all.

"She knows." He muttered with a sigh of misery , throwing himself down on thier couch with a loud groan.

Trevor just laughed "of course she knows! The hint is the fact that you turn red and suddenly forgot how to speak when she's near. I mean, you're not exactly subtle dude." He told him in amusement. Patting the top of his head in pity.

Jamie slapped his hand away with a huff, placing a pillow over his face as he whined into it "I can't believe she knows!"

Trevor rolled his eyes at him with a grin "course she does. Plus she's like-" he paused to get himself a drink "one of those boss bitches who knows what she wants. Makes her even hotter."

It just made him more upset "which is not me! She thinks I'm stupid!" He muttered.

Trevor sighed "no she doesn't." He said to him trying to make him feel better "she thinks you’re a little pathetic yeah.."

Jamie's glared at him, face burning  "that isn't helping!" He hissed.

His friend nodded apologetically , wincing "right . Yeah sorry bud." He quickly got back on track.

"but you gotta at least try. I mean I've heard you sleep talk about her j. This isn't just some stupid crush anymore is it?" He knew.

Jamie's just sighed sadly "she's my dream woman." He mumbled. Wishing he could just be the man she wanted.

Trevor winced in sympathy for his friend. Having never seen him so down bad In his life, he hated seeing him so sad and miserable .

He had to do something .

"And I know you cried yourself to sleep when she brought home that guy last weekend." He added bluntly . Because Jamie wasn’t a quite crier at all.

Jamie grimaced , hating that their walls were so thin that he heard every moan and banging of her headboard against his wall.

It had been a long night , and if he hadn't had been so upset , he might have been turned on listening to her moan and whimper all night long .

But alas, he was a lovesick fool and knowing that some other guy was fucking her, that he wasn't even a second thought in her pretty head, only hurt him more.

Having a boner with a aching heart was a weird and awful experience .

Definitely Not one he wanted to repeat.

"She's a screamer." He mumbled sadly , head in his hands . "Sounded like she was having fun." He bitterly muttered. "There was no headphones that played music loud enough... I hate that guy."

Trevor snorted a little "no shit. God dude..this is just sad . You're making even me feel bad.." he told him honeslty .

Jamie frowned over at him, "help me then!" He pleaded "I don't know what to do,"

Trevor grinned widely and clapped his hands together excitedly. Loving that he got to meddle

"we're gonna get you the woman of your dreams dude. I promise." He promised him . And crossed his fingers.

Planning to be more confident with her like Trevor instructed him to be , Jamie actually managed to say hello to Cherrie the next morning .

Bumping into her on his way to training, he gave her his best smile, though it felt slightly strained as he tried not to stare too obviously at her in her running shorts and sports bra. Panting as she tried to catch back her breath.

She gave him a small head nod , chugging on her water as he hovered t by the door. Remembering Trevor telling him to tell her how pretty she looked the next time he saw her , he opened his mouth before he could even think straight

"I like your hair." He blurted out , cringing at how awkward he sounded. But it was too late to back out now because she was looking at him, and frowning.

She ran a hand over her hair that was sticking up in several places, sweaty and wild . Having just pulled it out from the scrunchie it was held in.

“It's a mess. I've just been running so.."

"I know.." he awkwardly nodded his head, shoving his shaky hands in his pockets "it's always like that." Eyes widening as he tried to correct himself "I mean-I like how it always is."

Cherrie frowned back at him in confusion "my hair is Always messy?" And clearly a little offended too,

Panicking , he quickly shook his head, laughing

nervously "no! No. I mean-you have hair-"

She snorted in amusement "no shit." She said, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him try to fix the mess he had made.

Fighting back a smile at his pink cheeks and shifting eyes, finding herself softening towards him.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him, that just wasn't who she was.

On the other side of the wall where Jamie had shoved him as soon as he saw her coming , Trevor was dying.

Squeezing his eyes shut in second hand embarrassment, shaking his head in disbelief as he listened to his best friend fuck up something simple as complimenting her. Hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh and give himself away.

Jamie just sighed in misery , eyes to the ceiling as he managed to get out "I just like it alright? I like the colour and how pretty it looks. I like how wild it is." He mumbled quietly.

Softening completely , she patted him on the back with a little grin.

Shaking her head at him in amusement "nice try Jamie." She told him teasingly , watching his eyes flickering up to her. Audibly Swallowing when he met her gaze .

"I like the effort.." she said before trailing her eyes down to his chest, lips twitching in an effort not to laugh.

“Even if your shirt is on inside out." She teased him, flicking his shirt with her fingertip before giving him a little wink and leaving .

Jamie looked down at his shirt and let out the biggest groan ever , mortified. Again.

His head snapping over to the wall as he heard his friends obnoxious laughter , seeing him sidling down the wall with amused tears in his eyes as he cried with laughter .

"Why didn't you tell me I had my shirt on inside out?!" He exclaimed annoyed , kicking his shin .

Quickly correcting it in case she came back down again. Feeling his ears heat up his just like his face in embarrassment, wondering when His misery would ever end.

Trevor cackled obnoxiously"I didn't Notice! Oh my god-" he gasped out "I can't believe you said 'you have hair!' What happened to just telling her how pretty she is?" He teased him .

Jamie kicked him again. Huffing loudly as he stormed off, heading out the building while Trevor ran after him.  Still laughing hysterically. Not looking like he was going to stop anytime soon.

Pitifully Patting his back and telling him that maybe the second time would be the charm.

Jamie kept trying and he kept failing at it all.

He said hello, then managed to trip over his own two feet and nearly take them both backwards down the stair case last Friday.

That had been a heart stopper and Cherrie had been the one to haul him up off his ass, managing to catch herself on the banister at the last minute. Scolding him for being so clumsily as she asked him why the hell he was rushing on the stairs in the first place.

Too see you. He wanted to say.

Instead Managing to come up with some weak excuse about being cold and forgetting his jacket despite it being hot out.

She didn't believe him and he knew it. But he ended up leaving that encounter wearing her oversized leather jacket. So really . Not a total losing game.

So He kept saying hello and she kept smiling at him, finally giving him the time of day each time they crossed paths. He told her that he liked her Harley, she told him that he needed to put on suncream because he was turning into mr crab. But he blushed at the thought of her caring about his burning skin . Took that for another baby step.

He was trying . That was something. It was better than moping about on his ass waiting for her to fall in love with him without doing anything.

Which was how he found himself baking cookies at midnight , knocking at her door before he could talk himself out of it.

Smiling shyly at her when she opened the door with a frown, glanced up at him and then down to the tray in his hands . Then sighed.

"Jamie." She said , glancing down at his Batman sweatpants and old tshirt , amused at how fluffy his hair was . Eyes wide and hopeful as he looked at her like a lost puppy.

She sighed again, any snapping resort about disturbing her sleep falling away she let him in. She wasn't cruel enough to kick a puppy , especially not one as cute as Jamie was.

"I baked cookies." He stated the obvious while placing the tray down onto her counter. Smiling at her .

"I see that." She muttered while eyeing the burnt and weirdly shaped mess he called cookies .

He nodded at them hopefully "try one."

She warily picked one up and took a smile bite, forcing back a wince at the sharp, not at all cookie like taste.

She hummed a little, forcing herself to swallow. "It's..." horrible.

But she looked up and saw his wide eyes and blushing cheeks, the way he was nervously shuffling on his feet in her kitchen at midnight , she sighed in defeat .

"It's different." She settled on saying instead .

“did you follow a recipe?" She asked him . Taking another bite and hoping to god that this didn't give her the shits.

He smiled , lighting up as he watched her eat his cookies humming as she did so.

“Yeah." He nodded his head proudly "I did. But I lost it half way though but i remembered most of it." He had just chucked shit in and hoped for the best really.

She tried not to choke on the dry cookie as she swallows it down quickly . Clearing her throat and grabbing herself a glass of water, chugging it down before she could choke for real .

"Well. Well done on trying Jamie . It's the thought that counts. Though I'm not sure why you're baking me cookies at midnight." She mumbled , wondering why she was trying so hard to protect his feelings at all.

If it was anyone else she would have laughed in their face and thrown the cookies in the trash after telling them to never try baking again, because it was shit.

But Jamie had kind eyes and and even prettier , shy smile. So unlike the tough guys that she surrounded herself with daily .

And for some reason she felt herself softening , even patting his arm gently , watching the way he looked down at her hand on his arm and swallowed . Grinning to himself like an idiot.

He shrugged, aiming for nonchalance and failing "I just wanted to." He said "plus you look like you would like eating cookies."

At that, she dropped her hand from his arm and glared at him.

“Are you calling me fat?" The disbelief was clear in her voice.

His eyes almost popped out of his head in panic , gasping loudly "no! No! Oh my god." He groaned.

"Fuck no! You're perfect. I just mean- I overheard you talking on the phone a few days ago about how sad you were that your bakery didn't make your favourite cookies anymore. So I thought I'd try and make you some." He rambled to her , swallowing thickly when he looked back up from his feet to see Cherrie just looking at him with an unreadable look on her face.

And Cherrie felt her heart melt , sighing long and hard in disbelief at how sweet this silly guy was. Groaning at what she was about to do, she rolled her eyes and opened up her arms for him .

"You little shit, come here." She smiled a little fondly , amused by the way he practically threw himself into her arms without any shame . Taking the chance while he had it.

"That's stupidly sweet. Thank you Jamie." She muttered as she hugged him.

Jamie smiling into her shoulder in bliss As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back .

Heart racing in his chest as he felt her hand run soothing circles in his back, muttering something he couldn't hear against his chest as he held her close. Feeling like he was In heaven.

"You're welcome." He smiled bashfully .

She sighed again , pulling away from the hug after a minute . Hesitating for a moment before finally telling him "you and Trevor should come to the bar with us tomorrow."

Jamie looked at her worriedly "will your friends be there?" He asked her quietly .

Having seen the large , tatted and insanely intimidating guys that she hung out with. Every single one of them looked like something out of prison break or something , and all of them could squish him like a fly if they wanted . It scared him a little.

Cherrie , oblivious to his worries, nodded casually "yeah of course. It's tiny’s friends bar so.." she laughed a little.

And If one of those guys was nicknamed tiny then he dreaded to wonder what the biggest one was called . Because not one of them were under six feet tall.

But he wanted her to like him like he did her, wanted to be near her . So he nodded his head with a smile "yeah. Okay, cool. We'll come." He agreed easily because it was her.

It didn't matter how scared he was, he was going. Because she had invited him too.

Cherrie nodded her head , pleased. Then she smirked at him and handed him a cookie "try one." She said.

He took it from her , took a bite and spat it straight back out in disgust.

Spluttering as he looked at her with wide eyes "ah shit." He sighed . Blushing.

Then they both laughed. "Nice try though." She said.

The next night and Jamie was holed up in the booth surrounded by large, hairy , tattooed bikers all looking at him in a varied mixed of amusement and confusion.

Trevor having the time of his life as he confidently chatted away, not scared in the slightest.

"This is great. You guys are great." Trevor grinned at them happily , patting the large biker’s arm next to him. Taking no notice of the way he looked down at where he had touched him slowly , narrowing his eyes at him.

Tiny, who was not tiny at all, rose a brow at them while they waited for Cherrie to come back from the bar with her drink.

"Which one of you is Jamie?" He asked them gruffly.

Having heard nothing but that name for the past week. And well, they all saw her like a sister, so he was feeling a little protective about the possibility of this new guy in her life that they were only now meeting .

Jamie shrunk down in seat whil Trevor proudly jabbed his thumb at his friend, obliviously and Jamie wanted to kill him .

“This is! He's a hockey player like me! We're roommates." He told them wiggling his eyebrows, grinning .

The other biker beside tiny rose a brow "oh." He nodded his head , more hair than face.

"we accept that. No need to be afraid. I hate those hippies but love is love." He told them, assuming the scared look on Jamie's face was for another reason .

Jamie went a dark red , Trevor looking at them dumbly just as Cherrie came back to the table.

Not helping at all as she handed Jamie a bright pink cocktail with a smile "I had them make it for you , I know it's your favourite ." She said.

Jamie took the cocktail from her with a shy thanks , sighing miserably . "Where's yours ?" He asked her quietly as she sat beside him. Thigh to thigh.

She laughed loudly "im drinking whiskey baby." She ruffled his hair. A few whiskeys in already.

She looked over at Trevor in confusion when he suddenly started laughing really loudly , only now realising what the guys thought they were .

"Oh no!" He laughed while grinning widely , nudging Jamie shoulders in amusement .

"he's my best friend! Not lovers! Jamie wants this tough cookie-" he nudged Cherrie , who shot him a look. Utterly Confused.

Jamie wanted to die. Sipping on his pink cocktail as he sank even lower in his seat.

The biggest of the guys , who hadn't said a word since they arrived, scoffed lowly .

Jamie meeting his icy arms and shivering , eyeing the skeleton bones tattooed across his face , hair shaved down to the scalp, knuckles scabbed from fighting. He was twice his size in both height and width , and Honestly he reminded him of a character in GTA.

He swallowed at the glare he got from him, fingers trembling as he clutched at his thigh nervously , eyeing the exit door to his right as he wondered if he could outrun this guy if he needed to.

He felt like he would need to.

"Didn't know you hung around fratboys now." He grunted. Staring him down.

Trevor paused, finally stopped grinning as he realised that there was sudden tension. And that the guy looked like he maybe wanted to kill Jamie with his eyes .

Cherrie looked over at him and rolled her eyes "don't be a dick." She muttered , frowning in annoyance .

While she was distracted , Trevor nudged poor Jamie and muttered "I think that's her ex." He told him, making his eyes widen in disbelief .

“I've seen him at her apartment before. I think you've heard them."

Jamie went pale , mouth dropping open as he looked at his friend in disbelief. "I stand absolutely no chance then! What the fuck-" he hissed beneath his breath. Horrified.

His head snapping back up to the table as he Heard the guy speak again, still glaring at him.

He shifted uneasily on his seat again , Cherrie picking up on his nerves this time as she glanced at him. Frowning.

"He looks stupid." He insulted . Laughing meanly.

Cherrie glared back at him, placing her hand over Jamie's underneath the table .

Making him go still as he looked down at their hands, his fingers twitching as he hesitantly slid the palm of his hand between her own. Holding her hand. Taking his chance.

"Shut the fuck up. Have you looked in a mirror lately pin head?" She tossed back at him without missing a beat. Annoyed.

He rolled his eyes at her, scoffing "he looks like he forgets his own name. Not your type at all."

At that, Cherrie lost it. "My type? Maybe I like stupid hockey boys!" She snapped , making Jamie side eye her.

Not knowing whether to be insulted or not but she was still holding his hand and fighting for his honour so. He chose not to be.

"Come on!" Her ex laughed cruelly , motioning towards Jamie with a smirk "what does he have that I don't?"

She laughed coldly, slamming her glass down on the table. "He has everything you don't. That's the fucking point dumbass.-" she spat before suddenly standing to her feet , dragging Jamie up along with her.

Not even looking at him, too busy glaring at her dickhead of an Ex. "And you know what?" She smirked over at him, tugging Jamie into her side proudly .

"I'm gonna to go home and fuck Jamie so hard that he forgets how to even play hockey!" She practically yelled for all to hear , seeing red.

Jamie choked on his own breath , looking down at her with wide eyes. Going red as he felt his heart race in his chest.

"oh my god." He practically squeaked while watching her get worked up defending him.

It was so hot and Jamie shifted on his feet, heat pooling In his stomach because what the fuck?

He glanced over to his friend only to see Trevor giving him a thumbs up, looking excited .

Jamie just blinked back at him in disbelief , feeling like he was going insane. A Fever dream as she tugged at his arm , spat another insult at him before dragging him out of the bar completely .

They ended up walking the block in silence for a least ten minutes before Jamie finally managed to gather the courage to find his voice again.

Glancing shyly down at their still intertwined hands, he swallowed thickly .

“Cherrie?" He spoke up nervously . Heart pounding.

She just hummed calmly , eyes to the stars. "Yeah?"

He hesitated for a moment before mumbling "were you-were you serious in there? What you said.."

She glanced over at him then, lips twitching.

face calm and unbothered as she replied casually "about fucking you when I get home?"

He nodded his head silently . Speechless.

She side eyed him, more than amused. Humming a little teasingly "is that what you want?" She asked him confidently .

He nodded his head rapidly . Making her laugh a little as his clear eagerness.

"Yeah but like-" he looked down at their hands, swinging them lighting between them as they walked "not just that." He muttered shyly.

She laughed lightly , admiring his face underneath the shitty street lights . Realising just how pretty he really was.

“No?"

He bit his bottom lip anxiously , shaking his head again. "No. I want.." he couldn't get the words out , heartbeat in his mouth

"I want..ya know..." he was hoping she would understand without him having to say it.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She never did.

Shaking her head at him in amusement as she brought them to a sudden stop. Feeling his palm become sweaty in her hand as he squeezed it three times.

"no , I don't know Jamie. You've gotta use your big boy words and tell me." She told him teasingly , waning to hear him say it.

He huffed a little in embarrassment, "I want to take you out." He rushed out before he could chicken out completely .

She rose a brow at him, smiling "like...with a gun?" she joked.

Before seeing the upset look on his face as he realised she wasn't taking him seriously , she quickly pulled him closer to her with a small laugh. Pinching his hip with her fingertips in fondness.

"I get it." She said "you want to date me so hard." She teased.

He just nodded his head, face serious as he asked her "so can I? Date you?" Hope written across his face as he hesitantly slid his hands down to her hips, holding her close .

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, biting back a grin.

“What do I get out of it?" She asked him quietly . Admiring him, silently watching his lashes flutter as he let out a shaky sigh.

"A boyfriend that will love you forever and worship the ground you walk on?" He whispered to her hopefully, meaning it.

He knew that she would be it for him. He just wanted to be the one for her too.

Cherrie let out a quiet laugh and sighed , shaking her head at the man looking down at her like she was his entire world in amazement .

Unable to believe that she had gotten this lucky .

"Sounds like a good deal to me." She simply replied , grinning fully now.

He beamed down at her, cupping her face in his hands excitedly . Eyes shining as he breathed out a giddy "yeah? Really?"

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin. "Really." Then she leant up on her toes and kissed him, laughing at the way he couldn't contain his happiness , grinning into the kiss as he held her close .

Kissing all over her face in glee as he promised to be the best boyfriend she ever had.

Trevor was right. He couldn't believe it .

He got the girl of his dreams by just embarrassing himself in front of her over and over again.

Huh. Who would have thought.

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[equallyshaw]

toronto birthday, pt 2 to california christmas with jamie drsdale.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part one:

Can be read as a stand-alone :)

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tara sat in her mom's kitchen in toronto, and was eating a snack while she read a book. it was currently may, and the ducks were officially out of the playoffs contention, so she had been waiting for jamie to come back now that he was free to. she had missed him since she visited him for spring break, and hadn't seen him since march. delilah her mom's girlfriend walked in with coffee and she silently thanked her.

"have you heard from him?" she questioned, and tara shook her head. "he'll text, dont worry t." delilah reassured her and she smile softly as delilah walked out. her brother jonathan strolled in, stealing a sip from his sister's coffee. "ew, thats grosss." she complained, making jonathan laugh out loud. jonathan leaned on the counter across from her, "have you heard anything? z?" tara questioned her older brother and he shook his head. though he was lying, so was delilah.

tara walked into toronto cafe, later that afternoon to grab some coffee and a cinnamon roll to snack on. she sat down, texting away on her phone with her bestfriend lauren who was in on what was gonna be happening the next day. "tara?" she heard from next to her and she knew that voice. it was her ex boyfriend, erik. she looked up and it was indeed him. his eyes flickered to the empty chair in front of her and then back at her. she noticied that and caved. "would you like to sit?" she questioned and he nodded softly, not trying to ruin the moment.

"how have you been?" she asked sipping her iced coffee, and he smiled. a genuine smile. "im good, schools good. how have you been?" he asked sipping his hot latte. "its been fine, as expected." she mused, a small smile shown. "hows dad? mom? brothers?" he asked leaning back in his chair. she mirrored him, "they are good! brothers trucking away at hockey ofcourse. dad is about to celebrate hit anniversary and mom is mom." she stated. he nodded, "you doing anything for your birthday?" he questioned, curiously. she shrugged, "i haven't heard anything." she said honestly, as if her birthday was not tomorrow. "really? nothing?" he questioned, taken back a bit. "nada. everybody has been busy. though my best friend promised to take me to timmies for coffee and breakfast." she rememberd. he nodded, "lauren?" he asked and tara nodded. "well-- if you don't have anything happening...i'd love to take you out for old time sakes." he said nervously, trying to gage her reaction. she sighed, unsure. "i dont know erik.." she said looking behind him for a brief moment. and that's when she saw him. jamie.

her eyebrows creased, as the two met eye to eye. his sling completley gone, his skin golden, even more freckles kissed upon his cheeks and nose. his mouth parted, mid step; unsure if he should order coffee or leave. he wasn't meant to be seen, but he also wasn't expecting to see tara the girl he truly liked; sitting nonchalantly with her ex. her pos ex. she looked down at her coffee feeling like she had been caught red handed, she wasn't hiding anything, she didn't come with or expect to see erik. she looked back up, about to go up to him but he was gone. the sound of the door a second later. she stood up, grabbing her coffee and without a goodbye; she hurried after jamie.

"jamie!" she screamed jogging over towards him. he had his toronto car with him, and he hopped in ignoring the girl. "jamie!" she screamed again, and stopped next to his door. he didn't move, and a few seconds later he looked over at her. he saw the confusion and hurt written all over her face. "jamie." she said, defiently. he sighed, rolling down his window to reveal trevor next to him. "you fools!" she yelled, grinning. "what do you want tara? seems like your occupied." jamie said with attitude, his eyes flicking back to see erik walking out looking for tara. she looked back to and growled. "im not with him. he happened to be there at the same time i was. that's it. i would never reach out to him. i promise. im not hiding a thing!" she defended, hoping to see the genuineness in her eyes. jamie looked down at her, before trevor told her to hop in. as she did so, jamie hit trevor softly in the ribs; without her seeing.

the two boys drove her to her mom's house. she hopped out, stopping next to jamie's door. "please, just please text me so we can meet. we need to talk, talk about us." she whispered the last part. he nodded, rolling up his window and she stood there for a second, before walking towards her house. how did their relationship just blow up in a matter of 20 seconds?

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lauren pulled up at tara's house with coffee and her sandwich in hand. tara grinned, plucking it from her hands and they drove off to a spot they used to go to during highscool. they ate, catching up as if they hadn't seen eachother in years, though it had only been a week. only a week. she asked about jamie, and told her what happened. lauren silently cursed him, he had ruined the surprised he had wrangled lauren in for her. "im sure he's fine." lauren mused, whilst typing away an angry message for him. "youre an idiot drysdale!!! you know she frequents that coffee shop downtown omg" she sent and then shut her phone.

"well lets go shopping." lauren smiled, putting the jeep in drive and jetting off. t-6 hours until the surprise. the two spent two hours paroozing and shopping at various canadian brands and some international brands. lauren splurging and buying tara a necklace for her birthday from tiffany, which the latter begged her not to. little did the birthday gal know, but that was curtesy of jamie. the two headed back to lauren's house to get ready for their dinner date that tara believed that had. she settled on a black strapless dress, hugging her curves perfectly and slicked her hair half up half down for the occasion. lauren walked up behind the birthday girl with a small bday cake, and tara smiled widely in the bathroom mirror. "awe, lauren- you didnt have to." she frowned and turned around in the swivel chair. she smiled down at the cake, illuminated with candels. "lets get a pic on the bed!" lauren said and moving into the bedroom quickly. tara chuckled, laying down halfway and posing with it. she blew out the candles, hoping that this year. her 21st year on life, would be her best yet.

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the two walked hand in hand to the more upscale toronto restaurant. tara's eyebrows creased as lauren pulled her past the hostess, and away from the main dining area. "lauren?" tara questioned as they went down a hallway. lauren stalled in front of the door that was open, and pushed tara towards doorway. "SURPRISE!!!!" the group of friends and family yelled. tara brought her hand to her mouth, gasping and then turned towards lauren; instantly hugging her best friend. "oh my god, hi!!!!" she turned back around and waved. she found her brother's jonathan and erik, her dad and his wife. along with her mom and delilah. she made her way over to her brothers who instantly took her in for a big hug. "SO glad we pulled this off." the two brothers smiled high fiving one another. "with my help ofcourse." lauren mused, and the brothers agreed. "all they did was get the hockey dudes here." lauren grinned, pointing towards the players. tara turned around seeing jamie drysdale, trevor zegras, owen powers and hig gf, mason mctavish, brendan brisson and thomas bordealou. just some friends that jonathan had made along his journey to the nhl. who in turn, loved tara more than jonathan. much to his dismay ofcourse.

tara caught the eye of jamie and gave him a small grin, to which he returned with a smile. so maybe the situation earlier, was forgotten? "here!" lauren yelled, pushing a glass of vodka cranberry into her hand and tara rolled her eyes playfully before taking a big sip. "woah slow down there girlie!!! we dont need you passing out too early." she heard the famous and cheery voice of trevor. she turned around and stuck her tongue out. "we dont talk about that time." she playfully snarled, causing him to clutch his chest as he laughed. "not my fault your a lightweight and didn't tell us!" he defended him self and she gave him a vulgar gesture, to which he replied with a big smile. "imma leave you two to settle things." trevor said pulling jamie away from the group he was in and in front of tara. tara swallowed nervously. "happy birthday." he smiled. she smiled, "thankyou jamie." she smiled back. "liste-" "Im sor-" the two said at the time time, to which tara blushed.

"im sorry, that i freaked out. i was also nervous, because you had seen me when you weren't supposed to." he explained and she nodded. "i had no right to, and i apologize." he added and she nodded again. she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "thankyou." was all she said before going around and talking to people.

it was around 11:30 when the two found one another again, on the dance floor. tara was on her 3rd vodka cranberry and was feeling it in her bones. the song 'you belong with me' was blasting, therefore trevor was belting the song along with jamie and tara on the top of their lungs. jamie held tara in his arms, in front of him as they did so. the song turned to the archer, and at the end as the beat began to up, so did the group of younglins. 'cause they see right through me' was screamed throughout the private room. lauren and tara jumped up and down, now that their heels were discarded an hour earlier. and to end the night, mr brightside played causing tara to laugh loudly. this was one of the songs that played during jamies, trevors and mason's party during her spring break.

jamie and tara looked at one another, dancing to the song. it was almost as if the final song was played in slow motion. tara at one point during the first bridge, pulled jamie in for a big kiss. with trevor and mason eyes widening, and freaking out. lauren laughed along with owen powers gf, as the two watched. the two pulled apart, smiling at one another. their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. he twirled her one last time, and the song was over.

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tara woke up the following morning in jamie's hotel room he had booked for the evening. she found him staring at her, dazed with exhaustion. "hi." she hummed, leaning up and kissed him. he pulled her in again, gently pulling her chin back up. "happy first full day of being 21." he whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, by her necklace but paused. "glad my money was well spent." he nodded towards the necklace. she was confused for a moment before realizing. "you cheeky boy." she grinned.

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[gisellaswrld]

the words we speak; though many unspoken; prove i love you dear.

jd9 | although we never said it to each other, i think we both knew.

Although we never said it to each other, I think we both knew.

The words between the both of you were never quite spoken.

It was a type of bond where all the small, light touches and small words that were filled with comfort and care filled the space where definite words weren’t apparent. The way Jamie would always have a hand on the small of your back when you were in crowds, the way he cured every insecurity in your mind, all of it was more than just a friendship.

You knew that, Jamie knew that. But for some reason, the words that would establish a relationship never seemed to be spoken. 

It was an ongoing battle in your brain. You spent many nights letting the thoughts rack your brain. It was the cause of many sleepless nights. The only nights you seemed to sleep were when Jamie was peacefully asleep next to you.

The battle was if it was better off this way, or not.

The strain all of this had on your brain was the only explanation to why it wasn’t better off this way. It wasn’t better off that even though Jamie took you as a date to charity events, he still classified you as a close friend. But close friends don’t treat each other like two people who seemed like all they had was sweet puppy love.

Everyone could see it, even Trevor could see it, and he was usually oblivious to these kinds of things. 

One day, you decided that you had enough. There was no amount of melatonin or chamomile tea that could cure the endless thinking during the night. You decided that it was time to actually talk to Jamie about this.

Now, you were on the end of Jamie’s bed, trying your hardest to avoid the elephant in the room. You had told Jamie you wanted to talk, not really giving any sort of context. Jamie leaned against the headboard of his bed, seemingly calmer than ever.

You, on the other hand, were a ball of nerves. Your sweaty palms that never seemed to dry, the way you seemed stiff and dry when greeting him, all of it was due to the nerves. Before leaving your own apartment, you were confident that this was something you could do. But now? You were convincing yourself it was the wrong timing.

“Doll? Are you okay?” Usually the use of your nickname created by Jamie was a sweet thing, but now it was just the tipping point of impending doom.

“Jamie, I can’t do this anymore.” You spoke so quietly, your voice seemed so distraught.

Jamie quickly sat up, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Jamie had questioned, his face showing concern and worry.

“Us.” That’s all you spoke. That one word was enough to make Jamie turn your body to face him. A single tear rolled down your face.

Jamie quickly swiped it away, now cradling your face. “Doll, what do you mean?” His voice was

small, laced with concern.

“I mean, I can’t keep acting like you are just a friend to me.” 

Jamie’s face changed, now begging for you to continue. “Jamie, I can’t keep doing what we are doing, listening to the words you say, let you act like we are a couple, if all you are going to say we are is friends. Because, friends don’t do what we do.” 

At this point, tears were falling rapidly down your face. Jamie sat silent, internally trying to put his feelings into words. You had taken the silence as rejection, so you started to get off his bed.

“Y/N..” He trailed off, pulling you into his chest. As Jamie held you against his body, you were now a sobbing mess, unable to handle the rejection from him.

“I do those things, I do everything because I feel the same way. I always have.” Jamie admitted, hoping his words would calm you down.

“What?” You choked out, disbelief lacing your voice.

“Y/N, I do all of it because I love you. I just never felt like it was the right time to tell you.” Jamie continued, pulling away slightly.

Jamie wiped some of the remaining tears that fell from your face, cradling your head. He let out a sigh, analyzing the distress that was shown on your face. Jamie leaned in, finally connecting your lips. 

Every unspoken word, every feeling and thought seemed to absolutely dissipate from your brain. Unspoken words turned into admitted feelings and mutual love. For once, you were thankful for the unspoken words. For once you were thankful that a miscommunication brought such a strong connection between you and Jamie.

For once, you felt so in love that there wasn’t a single word or action that could explain it.

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[zegrasdrysdale]

[ photograph ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) decides to fly out to Philly for Valentine’s Day after watching Jamie say in an interview that he’ll probably be spending the day alone

warning(s) : just some tooth rotting fluff with no angst for once, a heavy makeout

author’s note : this is just a (not so) lil fluff filled thing bc i wanted to write something for belated valentine’s day. sorry or you’re welcome (idk)

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“Yeah, uh, I don’t actually have any plans tomorrow,” he explains to a reporter through the screen on her phone. “Everyone I know here does have plans and everyone else I know is across the country so I’ll most likely spend the day putting together furniture in my new apartment.”

That was the moment she decided that she was getting on the first flight she possibly could to Philly so Jamie didn’t spend Valentine’s Day alone. No one should have to spend the day alone. She doesn’t have any plans and she’s off from work for about two weeks because they’re doing renovations so a little trip to Philadelphia doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.

Last year he spent the day with Trevor on the couch and watched movies in their shared apartment. This year, he is in Philly and Trevor actually has a girlfriend. Not very ideal for Jamie.

She isn’t Jamie’s girlfriend, but she is one of his best friends and could never let him be alone on Valentine’s Day. Especially not after hearing what his actual plans are for tomorrow. She’s going to at least help him put furniture together in his apartment.

A flight out of LAX is scheduled for 10 that night. It’s six so she has about two hours to pack for a week long trip to Philly. She even buys a ticket for Saturday’s game at MetLife since she wants to see Jamie play a game while she’s in Philly.

By eight, she’s out the door with a suitcase that’s packed full of clothes and non-liquid toiletries. The jersey Jamie sent her about a week after the trade is neatly folded with the rest of her clothes. She orders an Uber to drive her to the airport.

While in the Uber, she debates texting Jamie and telling him that she’ll be at his new apartment early tomorrow morning since she’ll be landing a little before six in the morning. It’ll probably take about 45 minutes after she lands before she’s on Jamie’s doorstep.

Maybe a surprise wouldn’t be the worst thing so she puts her phone away until she has to pull out her plane ticket.

Getting on the plane takes an hour between getting past TSA and buying snacks for the nearly five hour flight. She boards the plane twenty minutes before it takes off so she has time to get comfortable.

She’s asleep before the plane even leaves the ground.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

All the snacks she bought before the flight are going to be the snacks she eats while she’s in Philly because she slept for the entire flight. It didn’t feel like she slept for 5 hours but she did.

By six, she’s at baggage claim and grabbing her suitcase. She orders an Uber to Voorhees while she waits for her things. The car is waiting for her when she get outside.

It’s a lot colder out than she thought it was going to be. All she has on is a Ducks hoodie that Jamie gave to her the year before and a pair of leggings with Uggs on her feet. Her feet are warm. The rest of her is not. She shakes as she puts her things in the trunk of the car.

She gives the driver Jamie’s new address and she’s off to surprise her best friend.

The closer she gets to Jamie’s, the more nervous she gets. What if he found someone after moving to the Philly area? What if the whole putting furniture together comment was a lie so he didn’t announce to the entire world he was in a relationship? What if he doesn’t want her there in general?

Maybe a spontaneous trip across the country without at least letting Jamie know she was coming wasn’t the best idea she’s ever had.

A call comes through from Trevor. Confused, she answers the phone. “Good morning?”

“Are you in Philly?” he asks.

“Maybe,” she slowly replies as she watches the Philly skyline pass. “Why? It’s like three in the morning.”

“Not for you apparently,” he retorts. “I looked to see where you were because Mason said you weren’t replying to his texts so I wanted to make sure you were okay and I see that you flew across the country.”

She smiles and shakes her head. The way Trevor would find out she’s in Philly is by checking her location. He and Jamie are the only ones that have her location because she’s closest with them.

“Just wanted to surprise Jamie,” she tells Trevor. “That’s all. Tell Mason I’ll call him later because I’m about ten minutes away from Jamie’s apartment.”

“You gonna tell him you love him?” Trevor questions. She opens her mouth to object but he keeps talking. “It’s so freaking obvious so don’t even lie to me.”

A nervous laugh passes her lips. “We’ll see,” she replies. “I’ll talk to you later, Z.”

“Tell me how he’s really doing,” he tells her. “I worry about him sometimes.”

“Will do,” she says as the driver pulls up to Jamie’s place. “Talk soon.”

The line goes dead and she looks out the window at the apartment building. Jamie’s somewhere in there asleep and she’s about two minutes away from calling him to come let her into the building.

She gets her things out of the trunk and thanks the driver before he drives off to pick someone else up. She sighs and pulls up Jamie’s contact.

When she presses the ‘call’ button, it rings about four times before Jamie answers. The entire time, her hands are shaking and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the cold or if she’s nervous to see Jamie for the first time since the trade.

“It’s like four in the morning,” he croaks when he picks up. “Are you okay?”

She smiles at the sound of his morning voice. “Actually it’s almost seven in the morning and I’m currently freezing my ass off outside your apartment building so if you could come let me in, that would be great,” she says.

It sounds like Jamie falls out of bed when she says that she’s outside of the building. If he broke anything then she’s going to have to explain to Torts why Jamie will be out for six weeks.

He isn’t holding any body parts when he swings the door open and blankly stares at her from the top of the steps of the building. He blinks a few times like he’s trying to decide if he’s still dreaming or if he’s awake. She waves and a barefoot Jamie runs down the stairs to hug her.

A laugh passes her lips and she wraps her arms around his torso. “You’re actually here,” he says against her ear. “I thought you were lying to me.”

“Nope,” she replies. “I’m here. I didn’t have anything else to do so I thought I’d come surprise you. Help you put together some furniture for Valentine’s Day.”

Jamie pulls back from the hug just enough to look at her. “You saw that interview?” he asks.

With a nod and a smile, she replies, “It sounded like a very boring way to spend Valentine’s Day so I thought I’d come keep you company. Maybe watch you play at the outdoor game this weekend. I have another week off from work and spending it in the Philly area with my best friend didn’t sound like the worst idea.”

“You are actually insane for buying a plane ticket without knowing if I’d be here or not,” he tells her. “I could’ve left for Toronto before you got here since we play them tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know how your travel schedule works,” she retorts. “That’s how I knew you’d be here.”

He shakes his head and grabs her suitcase. “You have some of the best timing because I took a maintenance day today so I have a day off from practice, but I leave tomorrow morning for Toronto,” he says to her as they walk into the building together.

“Listen, I’m spending a week in the area,” she replies. “I get to watch you play at the outdoor game on Saturday when I wasn’t planning on being on the east coast at all. If you’re gone for a day or two then it’s fine.”

The smile that forms on Jamie’s face makes her heart do somersaults in her stomach.

She can tell how excited he is that she decided to visit him. She knows how much he has been missing Anaheim so she brought Anaheim to him for a week.

When Jamie opens the door to the apartment, she is very surprised by how decorated it is and how much of the stuff he had in his Anaheim apartment has made its way to this one. It still needs some work done, but that is why she’s here. She’s here to help him finish putting it all together.

“I need to build some shelves,” Jamie tells her. “And put together the guest bedroom. The frame still needs to be built for the guest bed too. This is what my plans were for the day.”

She turns her head to look at him as he closes the door behind them. “So it wasn’t come ruse so you didn’t have to admit to the world that you had a secret girlfriend?” she questions.

If she should expect Jamie to have a girl over then she might as well get the girlfriend question out of the way early on in her visit.

“Uh, no,” he replies. “No secret girlfriend. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had any time to find a girlfriend. Yorky has tried but he’s not the best wingman.”

She can’t help but laugh. Jamie smiles and rolls her suitcase to the unfinished bedroom.

She decides to make some coffee for the two of them so they can get started on the day’s plans. They have to put together the guest room and build some shelves. It can’t be very hard to do either of those things. Right?

Wrong.

It turns out that Jamie can’t follow simple instructions to save his life. She has had to refrain from throwing whatever is in her hand at him so many times because he can’t read a piece of paper.

“Jamie, what am I supposed to do with this screw?” she asks as she holds up an extra screw. “Do I have to put it in your head so you can use your brain or something? You missing one in there? Do I need to get Trevor on the first flight out of LAX to come help you figure out how to read the instructions?”

Jamie looks up from his spot on the floor and throws the instructions at her. “Here, you try to read this and tell me if it makes any sense,” he retorts. “It’s all confusing. My parents helped me build shelves when they came to visit a few weeks ago. I didn’t have to do this. Maybe it’s just an extra.”

She grabs the pamphlet and reads the directions. The screw was supposed to be put in when putting the shelves in place. A shelf is missing a screw.

“You dumbass,” she says. “It’s not an extra screw. It was supposed to be put in on the bottom shelf to make sure it is secure and even. You now have an unsecure shelf in your guest room.”

Jamie flattens out on his back on the carpeted floor with a groan. “This is why I’m a hockey player and don’t work in home improvement,” he says as he rubs his eyes. She laughs and tries to keep her eyes on his face instead of on the sliver of skin that peeks out between what is a new Flyers t-shirt and pajama pants. “This is so dumb. I am not about to take that whole thing apart to put one screw in.”

She walks over and slaps the pamphlet on his stomach. He gasps and sits up with the paper in his hands. “Then get it together, Drysdale,” she tells him. “We have a bed frame to build.”

“Fuck the bed frame,” he sighs as she grabs the box in the corner and drags it into the center of the room. “You don’t need a bed to sleep in tonight.”

With a light laugh, she teases, “If we don’t get it set up then I’m gonna be sleeping in your bed until we get it put together.”

Jamie mutters something that sounds like “would be okay with me” but she pretends she doesn’t hear it. She can’t hear it or else she will just say “fuck it” and sleep in Jamie’s bed the entire time she’s here instead of putting the bed together.

The mattress is sitting up against the wall next to where the box with the bed frame was. He has everything he needs to put this bed together and he hasn’t done it yet. Not even over the All Star break when he had a few days off before going to Mexico with the Flyers.

Putting the bed together takes less time and a lot less arguing back and forth. Within an hour, the mattress is on top of the bed frame. Five-foot-eleven 185 pound Jamie flops on the mattress to make sure it’s secure and won’t fall apart if someone were to jump on it.

They do not need to have another shelf problem with the bed that she will most likely be sleeping on while she’s in the area. If it is like the shelf and it’s not safe to sleep on then the couch is in the living room for a reason.

The two of them stand in the doorway and look at their work when they decide the bed is secure. “We make an amazing team,” she comments. “Aside from the shelf.”

Jamie groans and walks down the hallway to his own room. “Shelves are stupid anyway,” he replies. “Who is actually going to use them in this room aside from me just putting a handful of books and pictures on them?” She laughs and goes to unpack her stuff now that it’s safe to do so without stepping on wood, metal or a screw on the floor.

The Flyers jersey that he sent her gets hung up in the closet along with her shirts, hoodies, and nicer pants. She’ll pull bras, panties, and socks out of the suitcase as needed. The beanie she brought to wear on Saturday is put on the bedside table.

Then she pulls out the gift that she brought for Jamie. It isn’t much but she’s hoping that it means as much to him as it does to her. The pictures she brought were taken at such important moments in Jamie’s career and she hopes that he doesn’t mind having a few pictures of his best friend around the apartment.

She walks down to Jamie’s bedroom and knocks gently on the door. There are footsteps behind it before the door swings open. “I, um, had these printed and framed in case I ever came to visit you,” she tells him as she holds out the three picture frames. “Thought you might need some décor.”

Jamie looks down at the pictures and shifts through them.

One of them was taken on Jamie’s Draft Day. He has on a Ducks jersey and she has on his Ducks hat. He looks so happy. He has an arm around her shoulders while he holds up six fingers and is smiling at the camera. She has a smile on his face and is looking up at him with a proud look on her face. Messy ponytail and all.

The second one was taken the day Jamie made his NHL debut and scored his first goal. It’s a selfie she took of her, Jamie, and Trevor at dinner that same night. They’re both holding their pucks because they went right from the arena to a restaurant to eat.

The third one was taken during the 2021 World Juniors tournament where Canada placed second. She’s putting the silver medal back around his neck after he had given it to her. “Silver just means you lost” is what he had said to her a moment before this was captured. She had told him that she was a winner to him and put the medal back around his neck. There is heavy eye contact between the two of them in their matching jerseys.

It was as the third picture was being taken she realized that she loved Jamie. The first two pictures, she knew she had feelings for him, but the third was when she realized that she wanted to be there for him as more than just a friend.

“I had no idea you had any of these,” he says after he’s done looking through them. Jamie looks up at her. “All at different points of my career.”

“Been with you since day one,” she replies with a smile on her face. “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t be here with you while you succeed in a whole new city, did you?”

Jamie laughs and shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” he tells her. “You always make sure you’re a presence in my life.” He pauses and looks right at her. “It’s one of the things I love most about having you in my life.”

She could almost cry when he says that.

There have been so many times over the years where she thought she was annoying or that he wanted her out of his life. She followed him to California when he started playing with the Gulls then the Ducks. He asked her to come with him, but she thought for months it was out of pity.

He has erased years of insecurity with one comment.

“Thanks for keeping me in your life,” she replies after a brief moment of silence.

“You’re like Trevor,” he teases. “You’re always around. It would be hard for me to get rid of you.”

She smiles up at him. “Except he would never fly across the country to see you,” she retorts. “Especially without at least telling you he was coming to see you.”

Jamie laughs. “No, he wouldn’t.”

They look at each other for a second before he walks past her. He has the picture frames in his hand as he walks into the living room. She follows him even though she is confused with what he’s doing.

He puts the picture of himself, Trevor, and (Y/N) on the coffee table under the lamp next to the couch. It’s the most public place in the entire place so it makes sense that that’s the picture that is put in the living room.

The picture of the two of them on Draft Day goes on a little table that leads to the hallway with both bedrooms and bathrooms. The table is under a little mirror that’s been hung up. A little less public but it also joins the other pictures that were taken that day. It looks like it belongs.

Jamie glances at her and walks back into his bedroom. She follows right behind him and stands in the doorway of his room. Her eyes are on the picture of the two of them at the 2021 World Juniors as it’s placed on Jamie’s bedside table.

“This one means the most to me so it deserves a little more privacy than the others,” Jamie tells her without a look in her direction. “You were there for me and picked me up when I was down. I didn’t want anyone else there but you. You were the one that convinced me silver was okay. The team worked hard to get to that moment. The medal was very well deserved because we did everything we could to make it to that game. I did everything I could to get the team to that game. We just came up a little bit short.”

She pouts and walks further into the room. He finally looks over at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” she softly says to him. “I didn’t know that I was the person that convinced you it was okay to wear silver around your neck.”

“I needed silver because my gold medal was you,” Jamie shakily admits. His voice is soft. “You’re my gold medal.”

His words have her speechless. Her jaw drops in surprise. She has no idea why he’s saying this to her now.

He reaches out to her and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She takes a step forward and feels her heart race in her chest as she looks up at him. Her body shakes as she realizes that their relationship is changing.

A line that she never expected to cross is about to be crossed. She can see it in Jamie’s eyes as they examine her face, landing on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods because she doesn’t trust herself to speak. She is afraid that she’s going to admit how long she’s been in love with him if she says a single words.

So she nods, and Jamie leans down to capture her lips in a soft, hesitant kiss. He’s testing the waters to see if she’ll push him away.

She’ll never push him away.

Not when she finally has him like this. Not when she finally knows what it feels like to kiss Jamie Drysdale.

When she feels him begin to pull away, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans more into him to deepen the kiss instead of Jamie breaking it. Her fingers find a home in his hair.

She is scared he will regret it if the kiss breaks, and she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to see that look. It might break her if he looks at her like that if the kiss breaks.

Jamie cups her cheek and brushes his thumbs over her cheekbone. She melts against him with a sigh.

“(Y/N),” he mumbles after a second. “I need to breathe.”

That’s when she lets him pull away. The sight of his red, swollen lips and unruly hair is almost too much for her. There’s a hint of a smile on his face and something overcomes her.

“I love you,” she tells him. “I’ve loved you since that was taken.” She points in the direction of the picture on his bedside table. “It’s always been you, Jamie. That’s why I flew across the country on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be with you today because I miss you and I love you.”

Jamie smiles and brushes his thumb over her own lips that are as red and swollen as his are. “I love you too,” he says. “I think I’ve been in love with you since I saw you at my first NHL game in my jersey. I’m very happy you came to the east coast to watch me play in the Stadium Series game this weekend. I was going to probably fly you out anyway.”

She laughs and shakes her head before burying her face in his chest. They’ve been in love with each other for years and are only now saying something about it after Jamie was traded to Philly and she’s stuck in Anaheim for right now.

“Only took me bringing you pictures to finally kiss me,” she teases.

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

Their lips meet in a heated kiss. Everything they’ve been feeling is coming out in the kiss. Jamie tugs her until she is sitting on his lap while he’s sitting on the mattress. She drapes her arms over his shoulders.

It’s that moment when she realizes they put together a whole bed for no reason because there is now no way she is getting in that bed now.

She pushes him down until Jamie is lying flat on his back and their chests are flush against each other. Her hair creates a curtain around their faces despite his fingers curling in her locks.

“Wait, hold on,” Jamie says. She pulls back from the kiss. “Have something to ask you before we get distracted.”

“Hm?”

“Will you come to family skate on Friday before the game at MetLife?” he asks. “As my girlfriend?”

The biggest smile forms on her lips. “You’re going to have to give me skating lessons because despite watching you play hockey for years, I have no idea how to skate,” she tells him.

“I will give you skating lessons,” Jamie laughs. “You’ll come though?”

She nods and kisses him. “I’ll come.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)

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Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts

Words: 1529

Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.

A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go

“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”

“Who?!”

“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.

We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.

“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”

“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”

“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.

Jamie feels like heaven.

Better than heaven.

He feels like home.

Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.

Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,

“What do you need?”

“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”

“Unlike you.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh.”

“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”

“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”

“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”

“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”

“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.

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When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.

“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.

“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like, half an hour?”

“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.

“How dare you! Both of you!”

“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.

“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.

“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,

“Much better.”

“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.

“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.

“Really, Jame? Two chords?”

“I’m working on it!”

“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”

“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.

“You’re lying, there’s no way.”

“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.

“It’s been a while…”

“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.

“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”

“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”

“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”

Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Will you play it again?”

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Blonde | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x f!reader

word count: 0.4k

summary: You met Jamie as a brunette, but feeling up for a change, go blonde without telling him.

warnings: none?

requested: no

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It was a surprise when you, a brunette, started dating Jamie. Stereotypically being into blondes, just like every other player, but he went for you. According to the internet ‘a win for the brunettes’ but that was going to die out for now, feeling in need of a change, why not try blonde.

Blondes have more fun right?

“Thank you so much, it looks amazing.” you grinned, looking in the mirror.

“Of course, it really suits you, if you want to go lighter feel free to book another appointment.” the stylist smiled back, leading you towards the til. 

You left, practically jumping with anticipation, would Jamie like it? Would it matter if he liked it? At least you loved it. Your thoughts interrupted by the ringing of your phone, grabbing it to see Jamie’s contact. 

“Hey baby.” you could hear his smile over the phone, “ practice just ended, when are you home?”

“I’ll be home in a few minutes, sweet boy.” 

“I don’t want to wait!” he groaned, hearing his dramatic fall onto the couch.

“Patience, lover, I’ve even got a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” 

“Oh, you’ll see when I get home, I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too, I’m excited.”

The call ended, leaving you to drive home, your thoughts littered with how Jamie might react. You pulled into the driveway, parking beside Jamie's car, seeing that Trevor was also over, killing two birds with one stone. 

“I’m home!” you called entering the house, hearing the immediate padding of Jamie’s steps towards you. His arms quickly engulfed you, pulling you into his chest without second thought.

“I missed you!” 

“Jam, I was gone for two hours.” 

“Two hours too long.” he groaned, leaning down to kiss you. You complied, leaning up to kiss him. 

“Did you even notice?” you mumbled against his lips.

“Notice what?” The confusion made you pull away laughing. “What’s funny? What am I missing?” 

“Her hair, dumbass!” you heard Trevor call behind him. 

“Oh,” he paused for a moment, looking you over quickly, “Baby, you look amazing.” you could see how dilated his pupils were, staring at you as if you were the last woman on earth. “I mean you always look amazing, but Baby, this is next level.” 

The word eliciting laughs from you, Trevor standing behind Jamie nodding. All while Jamie continued to roll off compliments, saying how well it suited you and how good it looked. 

“Thank you baby.” you giggled, Jamie moving on from compliments to peppering your face with kisses. 

“You look so good, baby i got to show you off.” he was pulling out his phone quickly, taking as many pictures as he could. 

“Jamie, those are probably horrible!” you groaned, he laughed in response.

“Baby, you could never look horrible.”

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I did not proofread this, so if there are mistakes, that is why

As soon as Jamie got home from his game, you could tell he was exhausted. He stood in front of the main door with his hockey stick in hockey bag in hand. You gave him a soft smile, place in your hand on his chest, slightly rubbing soft circle stepping up on your tippy toes, giving him a Soffa kiss.

“Jam’s go shower I’ll take care of this” you told grabbing his stick out of hand

 He mumbled something out, but you couldn’t understand him. He grabbed his hockey bag out of his hand and underestimated how heavy it was. Jamie turned in, wandered into your shared bedroom, and then into the bathroom. You dragged his hockey bag across the floor into the laundry room and opened it up. You coughed at the smell of his sweaty hockey gear, quickly, putting the year into the washer, and placing an air refresher into his opened bag to help air it out

You moved and walked to the bedroom you smiled and you heard the shower going in your new. Jamie’s muscles were going to be sore, the ducks played hard today. They ended up getting the win in overtime

You grabbed one of Jamies ducks hoodie, pair of sweatpants and place them on the bed for when he got out of the shower. Then went back to your spot on the couch

Around 15 minutes later, Jamie came out of the bedroom, dressed in the stuff you gave him running his hands through his wet hair to get it out of his face

He slowly made his way over to you, eyes, half closed the hot shower, making him feel even more sleepy. You watched him make his way over to you. You were lying on your back on the couch.

Jamie flopped down on top of you with a grown, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You lightly laughed at his antics and the way his wet hair tickled your neck

Your hand went to run through his hair, smoothing it out from the shower

“ let’s sleep in” you whisper to him, turning on the TV, but lowering the volume to not to disturb him

When you put the remote down, that hand went to his back and lightly massaged his sore muscles. Jamie groaned at the feeling making you laugh, but you felt him play soft kisses on your neck as he held you tighter. 

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