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Drinking to Forget ~ Joel Farabee

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

Word Count: ~4,900

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

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

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

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

“It’s Jake.”

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you mad at me?”

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

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

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

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

“The room won’t stop spinning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Joel questions, following after you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, I’ll go with you.”

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

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

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

“Mark or whatever.”

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

“Yeah, him,” Joel grumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” Joel snaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long what?”

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

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

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

“Yes,” he says making you groan loudly.

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

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

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

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

“How did you know I wasn’t into you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you’re drunk and lying to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up? Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you give me the time?”

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

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

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

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ilyasorokinn · 6 months

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if you can, a blurb of samuel ersson <3 (free to do what u want, i would just like to read smth you've written for him)

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

whoever sent this in, i love you <3 i still love him even if he didn't take my bracelet lmao

you felt lightheaded as you pulled the balloon away from your mouth and tied it off, "how many are left?" your friend asked from the other end of the couch, tying off her own balloon.

"well, we've got 10 here right now, the ones we blew up makes 12, so only 21 more to go." she fell back on the couch and groaned.

"we're gonna pass out before we get this done." she looked over at you, "they could have done this at party city, ya know?"

"yeah, i'm realzing that now." you sighed.

"you know what? i'll go tomorrow for you and get them done, just so we can stop blowing them up before we die."

"really?"

"really. that's how much i love sam." she patted you on the back, "21 more balloons, 11 orange, 10 black, and 2 3s."

"i love you." you sighed, setting down your balloon and leaning back, "i miss sam."

she groaned, "you'll see him tomorrow."

"i know, but that's so far away."

"get over it." she tossed a pillow in your direction, which you caught and then promptly threw back at her.

the next day after work, you got home to find all the balloons already in your apartment. you shot your friend a quick text then set them up in the way you thought looked nice.

you set up the birthday banner and hung it up, then brought the cake out of the fridge and set it up, centering it with all the gifts you got for sam around it. you then ordered sam's favorite food and waited for him to get home.

a few hours later, you had dug into the food already, but you heard the lock turn and your head whipped over just in time to see sam coming through the door.

"your home!" you jumped off the couch and ran over to greet him. he smiled, catching you when you jumped into his arms, "happy birthday."

"thank you, love." he hummed, running a soothing hand up and down your back, "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." you pulled away and looked at him, brushing a stray piece of hair out of his face, "i got you some stuff."

"what kind of stuff?" he asked, setting you down on the ground. you grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where he finally caught a glimpse of the banner and all 33 balloons hanging up, "whoa." he let out a chuckle.

"happy birthday, sammy." you kissed his cheek.

"thank you." he hummed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you took the cake out and pressed a candle into it, lighting it for him.

you smiled as you sang to him, enjoying the bashful look on his face. he blew it out with a smile on his face when you cheered for him. once the cake was cut into, you watched him open his gifts.

"just some small things because i got you one big thing but it hasn't arrived yet."

"y/n..." he sighed.

"stop, you literally got me concert tickets, so one big thing is acceptable." you playfully glared at him, watching him open the gift. he smiled and profusely thanked you when he opened each gift, a simple pair of cufflinks with his initals, a new hoodie that he had been eying for a while, and a few gag gifts. a shirt with your face on it and a pin that read 'i <3 my gf!' that he immediately put on his backpack.

"open the envelope," you told him, pushing it towards him. he opened it with a raised brow and a confused look. he opened it and read what it said before looking up at you with wideeyes.

"are you serious?" he asked.

"yeah, trips planned for off-season." you smiled with a nod, a smile on your face at the excitement on his, "we're going to sweden!" you cheered.

"oh, my god!" he jumped up and picked you up, spinning you around. you laughed, wrapping your arms around him tighter, "this is insane!"

"you've been talking abot going home, and i know we didn't get to go to sweden this summer, so we're going next year. i planned the whole thing with your family already."

"i love you." he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead as you hugged you tight.

"i love you, too." you hummed happily.

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 – 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 instagram edit

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nhlclover · 2 months

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sun to me | jamie drysdale

word count: 1.19k

summary: attempting long distance makes it clear to you and jamie that you need each other

warnings: loneliness, sad jamie, kissing, tiny bit of cursing

notes: loooove this one

Jamie was sprawled out on his bed in his cramped apartment in Philadelphia, staring blankly at the empty walls. He hadn’t decorated yet, let alone had the proper furniture. His bed was simply a mattress on the floor, his coffee table doubling as a kitchen table.

Jamie had been in Philly for about a month now. You’d think a month was enough to adjust to a new city, and while he had settled into a routine and gotten comfortable with all of the city’s quirks, something still felt off.

It was you. He missed you deeply. Your laughter, your presence, your comfort. You were his anchor. But you were tied to your job over 2,000 miles away in Anaheim. You guys had discussed this before he left, that 3 months wasn’t that long and you could withstand it. Then, at the season's end, you’d talk about your future together.

However, here you both were, on opposite sides of the country, distance putting a strain on the both of you.

Jamie did his normal pre-game routine with you on his mind. He thought of the fact that you were probably at work right now, wrapping up final tasks, before heading home and putting on the Flyers game. It was a miracle he found someone as supportive as you, willing to put up with the long days and stress that being a professional athlete could bring.

Each game he played knowing that when he got home he wouldn’t be coming home to you made them harder and harder. The facetimes and calls were not enough anymore and the strain on Jamie was starting to show in his gameplay. Today’s game was horrible. Jamie was benched for almost the entire third after he gave up 3 separate turnovers. Amidst the rowdy Philadelphia crowd, upset that their team was losing, his mind wandered to you. It was always you.

Jamie kept to himself while getting changed and showering, truly wanting to go home just to call you. After an unbearable 5 minutes with the media, Jamie trudged out of the locker room, shoulders slumped and spirits in the basement. Walking down the hall, Jamie feels an arm hook around his shoulders.

“Why the long face?” Cam asks.

Jamie shrugs off Cam's arm, his mind still reeling. "Just had a rough game, man. Ready to get out of here."

Cam flashes him a sly, knowing grin. “It’ll pick up soon, bud.” He says.

Jamie ignores his teammates' words, continuing down the halls of the Wells Fargo Centre. As he turned the bend, greeted by a myriad of voices, there you were.

Jamie could’ve sworn he was seeing things, maybe reaching a point of delusion. But there you were, standing with his teammates' girlfriends. Jamie’s heart lifted upon seeing you, the weight of a thousand worlds falling behind him as he headed straight for you. When he reached you, his arms enveloped you in a tight embrace.

The world around him fades away leaving only you two suspended in this moment. His touch is firm yet gentle, a silent declaration of his need for your presence, your comfort.

“Hi, James.” You say softly into his chest. Your delicate tone nearly sends Jamie over the edge, the reality of everything catching up to him, tears threatening to prick at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says softly. You guys stay there for a few more moments before you force Jamie to walk to his car with you.

Deciding you had so much to talk about, Jamie drove you to a park to walk around while you guys spoke. You intertwined your fingers with Jamie's, drawing strength from the reassuring warmth of his touch. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the struggles you had endured during your time apart.

“So, what are you doing here?” Jamie asks, his grin having still not faded since first seeing you.

“I had to see you…” You tell him. “So I took two weeks off.”

“You did what?” Jamie asked.

“Jamie, I missed you so much, it was almost unbearable.” You confessed, your voice conveying the pain it had truly caused you. “With the time difference and our weird, conflicting schedules… I had to come and see you.”

Jamie's expression softened, his gaze filled with empathy as he listened to your words. He understood all too well the pain of separation, the relentless tug of loneliness that pulled at his heart with every passing day.

“Y/n, I missed you too. I’ve been fucking miserable.” Jamie said, a small chuckle escaping as he recounts the past couple of days. “It's like… no matter how many times we talk on the phone or text each other, it's never enough. I need you here with me, physically, emotionally… I just…”

Jamie suddenly stops walking, turning to face you.

“Marry me.”

The words were out of Jamie’s mouth before he knew it, the both of you sharing the same shocked reaction to his words. The unexpected proposal makes you freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Despite them being blurted out, Jamie knew that they were real feelings.

“W-what?” You ask. It felt as though time stood still as you processed his words. Jamie takes both of your hands in his, his eyes glimmering.

“I’m serious. Marry me.” He says again. “These last couple of months have been…fucking hell on earth. I’ve been miserable. And for a while, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. At first, I thought it was the lack of sun… or maybe it was taking me a little longer than I thought to adjust to a new city. But it was you. I couldn’t bear not having you with me.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, jaw open slack as you were processing his words.

“I want you here in Philly, with me. And whatever it takes.” Jamie says. “You can get another job here, in Philly, I’m sure the guys of their wives have connections here and they could help. Or don’t work! I can support you, I don’t care. What I’m trying to say is-”

You cut off Jamie’s rambling, pressing your lips to his, effectively shutting him up. Your lips melded together, picking up as if you had never been separated. As you parted, a small smile graced your lips. Jamie’s eyes scanned your face, desperate to read what you were thinking.

"Yes," you said, your voice steady with resolve. "Yes, I will marry you. And yes, I will come live with you in Philadelphia. We can figure everything else out later.”

Jamie let out a huff of relief before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you above the ground. You squeal, your laughter ringing like a melody in Jamie’s ears.

“Oh my god, I have a wife!” Jamie cheered loudly.

He leans down pressing a kiss to your lips, holding you close once again. As you held each other close, the weight of loneliness lifted from Jamie's heart, replaced by the comforting certainty of your presence.

“I love you so much.” Jamie whispers against your lips.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #philadelphia flyers #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl #flyers hockey #hockey #hockey imagine

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itsjusthockey · 4 months

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Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world

I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier

I hope you enjoy, I like this one

Request and talk to me, pls and thx

It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.

“Hello?”

It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.

“Jame?”

Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.

You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.

“They traded me.”

His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.

“They what?” You ask.

“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”

Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.

A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.

Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.

So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.

“Are you okay?”

You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.

“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”

A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.

“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”

You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s

recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.

“Jamie.” You start, then stop.

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“

Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.

“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”

You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.

“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.

You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.

“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.

You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.

“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”

He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.

He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.

“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.

“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.

Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.

“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.

“What?”

You start laughing, suddenly very happy.

“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”

You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.

After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.

“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”

Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.

He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.

“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.

“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”

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heartsandhischier · 28 days

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

jamie drysdale x reader

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

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

warnings - just pure fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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puckarchives · 4 months

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fics and things: masterlist

hi! requests are open, so feel free to send in any ideas you'd like to see. all my works are under the cut:

personally, i found it very attractive: l. hughes

blurb: in which an interview with the devils' upcoming rookie takes the intern by suprise. / word count: 1.5k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

definitely a surpise: l. hughes

[blurb: in which you and luke introduce the daughter the world never even knew you had to the nhl. / word count: 1.3k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

the pop-tart debacle: l. hughes

[blurb: this entire idea is based off of clips from The Basement Yard Podcast, which I will be using (for all self-indulging purposes,) as markers in which these conversations are based off of. this one is based off of episode #388 (no warnings, just minor cussing and mentions of drunkness/alcohol consumption!) / word count: 1.04k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

basement yard conversations: l. hughes

[blurb: in which you overhear luke say that you’re much more attractive than him while he’s talking to jack and quinn. / word count: 1.7k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

i'll take care of you: l. hughes

[blurb: in which luke takes care of you while on your period. / word count: 0.9k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader (WARNING: mentions of pain and blood, period cramps too, but they are minimal.)]

kilby girl: l. hughes

[blurb: in which luke takes meets his kilby girl. / word count: 2.2k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

the (infamous) hughes brothers sleepovers: l. hughes

[blurb: in which the hughes brothers continue their sleepover traditions. / word count: 1.8k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

sweet girl / take a break: q. hughes

[blurb: in which quinn takes care of you when you need it most — this was originally an ask i wrote for @/ sweetestdesire and i am not finally reposting! / word count: 1.4k / pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader (WARNING: mentions of anxiety, anxiet attack, mental health.)]

strawberry wine: l. hughes

[blurb: in which luke is teased for how he treats you, but he doesn’t mind. Not if all of it’s for you / word count: 1.3k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

enchanted: q. hughes

[blurb: what taylor swift said. / word count: 2.4k / pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader]

story of us: l. hughes

[blurb: the story between you and luke was over. / word count: 2.1k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader]

the good i'll do: j. quinn

[blurb: falling in love with jack; inspired by "the good i'll do" by zach bryan. / word count: 1.1k / pairing: jack quinn x fem!reader]

moments in june: l. hughes

[blurb: moments in june, falling in love and getting put back together by luke. / word count: 1.5k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader / tw: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks; depression.]

making it through july: l. hughes

[blurb: moments in june, falling in love and getting put back together by luke. / word count: 2.2k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader / tw: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks; general anxiety about getting older and change.part two to "moments in june"]

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl #new jersey devils #national hockey league #vancouver canucks #hughes brothers #jack Quinn #sabres hockey #jamie drysdale #philadelphia flyers

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lvrhughes · 1 month

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Most Gorgeous | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x gn!reader

summary: When feeling insecure, Jamie is there to help.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none?

requested: yes

not my gif!

“You almost ready?” Jamie’s voice came from downstair, calling you for dinner with his team. Your body stood in front of the mirror, one Jamie had ensured lived in his room after you admitted how much you liked it once.

Tears threatened to cover your cheeks, the reflection staring back at you as you choked back a sob. Hands reaching up to wipe the tears away before answering Jamie, clearing your throat to ensure he wouldn’t hear your emotion.

“Yeah Jam, I’ll be down in a minute.” The last word cracking, your hands moving to cover your mouth, willing that he’d simply ignore it.

That was never the case. Jamie would always do everything in his power to ensure you were okay, he was always observant listening to your voice crack as you answered, listening to the shift of the floorboards are your arms moved.

His body moved faster than his mind, leading him back up the stairs, opening to door to his room without second thought. The image of your staring in the mirror, tears soaking your waterline as you covered your mouth met him. His eyes softening at the sight, his arms opening quickly as he approached your frame, wrapping them around you.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“Why me?” Your voice was quiet, barely audible but he heard.

Cocking his head in confusion, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror.

“What are you talking about? Why you? Baby, because your the most gorgeous human I’ve ever met and beyond looks you are so fucking perfect.”

“But I’m not! Jamie, look at me.” The tears that had clouded your eyes fell, covering your cheeks in soft streaks.

“I am looking at you,” His hand shifted on your body, holding your waist to keep your body pressed against his while he held eye contact through the mirror. “You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen and this outfit looks so fucking amazing on your baby, if you saw what I do you’d agree and even if you weren’t the hottest person to ever exist,”

His words bring a stubble smile to your face as he spoke.

“You are such an amazing person, baby your so kind and just fucking perfect I wish you’d see it too.” His words grew softer, his grip tightening. “Do you believe me?”

“I believe you Jamie.”

“Good because I need you to believe me when I say you are always gorgeous weather your wearing this or my sweats and a hoodie.” His hands shifted again, spinning your body to face him before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I believe you Jam.” He grinned the at words, pressing one more kiss to your lips before speaking once more.

“What do you think, we tell everyone I got sick and order takeout and stay in bed all night?” He grinned, waiting for you to nod before picking your body up and placing you on the bed.

“I’ll go send the message and order food, you pick a movie.” He spoke, running out of the room after in search of his phone while you smiled.

#mads writings!#jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale imagine #philadelphia flyers #nhl imagine #jamie drysdale x you

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mrpldiddles · 1 month

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wherever you go, i go | j.drysdale

a/n: i originally started this like a day after the trade was announced but i ended up forgetting about it for a bit and i’m now finishing it at 4:34am months after the trade😀 this one’s very angsty/sad so prepare yourself but here it finally is :)

pairing: reader x jamie drysdale

summary: jamie unexpectedly comes home after hearing about the decision to trade him. this is tied to this ig edit i posted months ago if you want to check that out first :)

warnings: sad jamie, angst, trevjamie divorce

Whenever Jamie was away you took to cleaning the apartment to help distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence. Whether it had been your old apartment or the new one that you and Jamie had moved into together, keeping a clean house helped keep the loneliness at bay. You had just been wiping down the kitchen counters when there was a knock at the door, pulling you from the trance you had found yourself in. You rushed to pause the music blasting from your phone on the kitchen table before hurrying to the front door with your dog, Maisie, right at your feet.

You swung the door open to find Jamie standing on the other side of the threshold. Surprise took over you as he had left for Nashville with the rest of the team only mere hours ago.

"Jamie? What are you doing here?" The dark haired guy only lifted his head slightly to look at you through his long lashes. His eyes were rimmed red and shining with unshed tears. Your heart squeezed at the sight of him, ushering him inside. You had barely closed the door and turned back around to face him when he enveloped you in his arms. His head was quickly buried in your neck, his nose nuzzling into the warmth of your hoodie. Your arms automatically wrapped around his back, one rubbing up and down his back, soothing the shaky breaths that left him. His arms hugged your waist, your sweater clenched tightly in his fists at the small of your back.

"I got traded."

You weren't even sure you heard him properly. You swear your heart skipped a beat at what he had said. Your hands stuttered in their movement over his back.

"What?"

"I got traded. To the Flyers," his voice shook as he buried his head impossibly further into the space between your neck and shoulder. This time you heard him loud and clear. Your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers clenched around the fabric of his sweater. You held each other in your arms, the both of you using the other to stay standing, keeping you from crumbling to the floor.

You stayed that way, swaying slightly as the weight of the situation bore down on your shoulders, the weight of the sky attempting to crush you into the earth below. Time ticked by, seeming to move at a snail’s pace in yours and Jamie’s bubble while the rest of the world rushed ahead.

Eventually one of you pulled apart enough to see the other’s face. Jamie’s eyes were rimmed red and shiny with fallen and brewing tears. You were sure that your own looked more than similar. Jamie swiped at his eyes, sniffling, as you brushed your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The way he looked at you then, utterly helpless and defence less, had you wishing the ground would open up and swallow his hurt whole.

"I gotta start packing," he uttered, his voice rough and barely above a whisper. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before sweeping away into your guys’ shared bedroom. You took a steadying breath, wiping away your own freely fallen tears, and followed after him.

You almost knocked right into his back as you entered the room, him standing just inside the doorway. You looked up at him, his face hidden from your view but directed at the rest of the room before him.

"Jamie?" you asked, your voice rougher than you expected. You thought he hadn’t heard you, receiving no answer to your indication that you were behind him.

"We don’t have any boxes." Your brows furrowed at his comment as he continued to simply stare forward.

"No, we don’t.” You went along with his comment, unsure of what else to say, not wanting to seem insensitive to the situation despite its effect on you as well.

"We need boxes to move."

"We can go pick some up."

"We don’t have boxes because we never thought we’d have to move again." Your heart seemed to drop for a second time as Jamie’s barely heard words washed over you. You watched as he stepped forward slowly, as if an unsure footstep would cause a catastrophe. He found the foot of your shared bed, bending down to sit on the floor, leaning his back against the frame and mattress. He sat cross legged, looking around the room, seeming to take in every minuscule detail.

You followed him once again, taking a seat beside him on the floor, your knees and elbows brushing. You leaned toward him, resting your head on his shoulder. You both sat in silence for another unknown amount of time. Until you heard the familiar clacking sound of nails against the floor and the jingle of dog tags.

Maisie, entered the room, automatically going to Jamie whose hands automatically went behind her ears to scratch. You smiled softly as you watched the two of them, the boy you’d been in love with for years and your shared pup, who was practically your guys’ first child.

"We brought Maisie home to this place." Jamie said, his voice easing into a level above a whisper. You nodded your head which still rested against his shoulder.

"We can make a new home, right?" You nodded again, a sad smile on your lips. You felt his head turn in your direction, your eyes still focused on Maisie whose face was between Jamie’s palms. "That is to assume that you’re coming with me.”

You looked up at him then, aware of the tears that were threatening to break free of your waterline. His own eyes were shiny and flittering all over your face.

"Wherever you go, I go."

He smiled then, tight-lipped and soft, but his first smile since he’d left what felt like a lifetime ago.

"We’ll figure it out," he uttered, quietly yet sure.

"We’ll figure it out." Your smiles both grew as you swore that your heart swelled at the love you felt for the boy beside you.

Maisie pushed her way out of Jamie’s hands and made herself comfortable curled up in Jamie’s lap with her head resting on your knee.

Jamie pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as you both took in the room and the life that you had built together, the thought of your next adventure together pushed to the back of your minds for now.

yourusername posted:

yourusername: from a couple of kids navigating a new city, to raising a dog together and now to starting over again together. thank you to anaheim, the ducks, and of course, the fans for making us feel so welcome these past few years and for watching us grow into (somewhat) responsible adults. to z, thanks for taking care of him for so long, i’ll take it from here. keep taking care of mason for us tho. to jamie: i love you and am so proud of you. wherever you go, i go❤️ philly, here we come :)

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user1: who’s cutting onions😭😭

user2: mom and dad duck are leaving🤧🤧

user3: pass the tissues😭

jamie.drysdale:❤️❤️

jamie.drysdale: me and maisie love you so much

trevorzegras: who’s gonna make me pizza pops now😭😭😭

-> yourusername: is this what it’s like when your child moves away for college🤧

-> user1: how did trevor survive on his own before jamie and y/n adopted him😭😭

-> user3: this is worse than when the author kills off half of your otp😭😭😭

jamie.drysdale posted:

jamie.drysdale: thank you anaheim for helping me grow as not only a player but a person as well. gonna cherish all the memories i’ve made here and all the people i’ve met who have changed my life- you know who you are. @yourusername couldn’t be doing this without you, let’s go make some more memories❤️ let’s go flyers!

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user1: the picture of him and trevor😭😭

user3: I CAN’T TAKE THIS😭😭

trevorzegras: see ya during summer break kiddo☀️

-> user2: haha why am i sobbing

-> user7: it’s gonna be so weird seeing them play against each other next season😖😖

yourusername: love you so much❤️

user4: this is too much for me to handle

user5: the nhl can’t keep getting away with this

user6: JAMIE COME BACK THEY CANT MAKE YOU LEAVE

-> user8: TURN AWAY FROM THE LIGHT JAMIE

user4: at least he’s going to a team that might actually have a chance at making playoffs????

-> user6: now is not the time for optimism

trevorzegras posted:

trevorzegras: gonna miss this guy, always being the third wheel and seeing my dog-goddaughter everyday💔 y/n, keep taking care of him and nutter butter for me🫡 best of luck in philly, jimmy, i know you’ll be great. can’t wait to verse ya next season🤝

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user1: DID THEY REALLY ALL HAVE TO POST ONE AFTER THE OTHER😭😭

user2: I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

user4: the nhl just broke up a family😭😭

yourusername: i’ll put him in direct sunlight and water him everyday🫡

-> user3: THE MAISIE POST REFERENCE PLEASE😩😭😭

-> user1: AND NUTTER BUTTER STOOOOPPPP😭😭

-> trevorzegras: idk how sunny it is in philadelphia but make sure he wears his sunscreen🙏🏻

yourusername: maisie’s gonna miss her uncle nutter butter🥲 and ig i’ll miss you too🫶

-> trevorzegras: you’ll survive but idk if i will without my besties keeping me alive

-> user2: trevor calling y/n his bestie oh my god😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> user4: gary bettman you will pay for this

masonmctavish23: 🏒🏒🏒

-> trevorzegras: 🏒🏒🏒

-> jamie.drysdale: 🏒🏒🏒

-> user5: mason just lost his parents and his weird uncle wtf man

-> user3: why are hockey stick emojis making me violently sob

-> yourusername: you and me both🥲

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huggybearluvr · 4 months

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If I Could Fly || J.D

!! A Part of the 30 days of music series !!

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Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

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Jamie had been gone for nearly three weeks now. You couldn't help but feel lonely as you sat in the once shared apartment.

It was nearing 9 in California, so you knew calling Jamie was not an option. It was almost midnight on the east coast.

You sat on the couch watching one of your favorite movies to hopefully distract yourself.

About thirty minutes later a familiar ringtone buzzed from you phone. you were quick to pick it up answering the call.

"Jamie? everything okay?" you asked into the phone.

"Not really," He said trailing off.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked now sitting up.

"I just miss you so much, I can't sleep at all," He said softly.

"I know baby, I miss you too," You spoke truthfully, "I wish I could be there."

"I do too," He said.

"Its late baby, go to bed, you have a big game tomorrow against the red wings."

"Alright, I love you," Jamie said smiling into the phone.

"I love you too."

"I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

After the call ended you couldn't help but think about going to Jamie. At around 11 you decided you couldn't just sit here.

You practically sprinted to your room. Grabbing your laptop and emailing your academic advisor, letting them know you would be needing to transfer schools and would like to finish this semester online.

Once your emails were sent you booked a flight to Phili.

You packed up as much as you could in two suit cases and texted Trevor to come over.

As you sat in the living room bags packed you felt more relaxed then you ever have before.

You knew you would be coming back during the summer to finish your moving but for now these two suitcases would be more than enough.

You heard a knock at the door and quickly got up to answer it. As you pulled the door open you saw a half awake Trevor standing there.

"y/n it's midnight, what was so important I had to come over?" He said rubbing at his eyes.

"I need a ride to the airport, and here is the keys your gonna have to check in here once a week til im back to move everything," You spoke quickly.

"Wait what where are you even going?" Trevor said taking the key from you.

"Im moving to Phili."

Trevor couldn't help but smile. He was happy his best friend had someone like you in his life.

"Let's go then," Trevor spoke picking up one of your bags and following you out to his car.

You landed in Phili calling an uber to take you to Jamie's apartment. You texted his neighbor carter letting him know you would be at the stadium within the hour.

Carter, Jamies Goalie and Neighbor had agreed to leave a key to his place outside the door so you could leave your stuff there to make it to the game on time. He also agreed to get you a media pass so you would be able to surprise Jamie.

After you dropped your stuff off you headed straight to the Arena. You got in through the back and quickly made your way to your seat. You opted for a pretty bad seat but you didn't want Jamie to see you.

The Flyers had won the game against the wings and you were more than ready to run down and see your boyfriend.

You quickly made your way to the ice, walking to the locker rooms. You stood outside of the locker room.

Many teammates walked by giving you an odd look as they had no idea who you were.

Carter came out and sent a smile your way, as you handed him the key to his apartment," Thank you so much for helping me."

"I did this for the kid but, your welcome," He said with a laugh," I'll see you both later."

You stood a little longer, Jamie was the last one out.

He walked out of the locker room, with wet hair and you swear he's never looked so good. His eyes were stuck on his phone.

You picked up your phone calling him. He answered.

"Look up, idiot," You said before hanging up.

Jamies eyes met yours, you both felt butterflies as the world around you froze. You practically ran to Jamie engulfing him in a much needed hug.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine"

"Is this real? how are you here?" He said pulling away to look at you.

"I'm moving here," You smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"baby, you have school," He said, once he pulled away hesitantly.

"I'm transferring, I couldn't be away from you any more," You spoke softly," I already talked to my advisor, Trev's gonna keep an eye on my place til we can move the rest, and for now my suitcases are at Carters."

"I love you so much," Jamie said as he awed at not only your physical beauty but how perfect you were for him. He truly thought that he wouldn't see you for months but now here you are in his arms, and he is never letting you go again.

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Something In The Orange

A/N: I probably missed some editing stuff. Grammar isn't my strong suit.

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Based on "Something in the Orange" by Zach Bryan

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: Sad! I cried while writing this. Death.

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It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, babyThese things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazyBut when you place your head between my collar and jawI don't know much but there's no weight at all

Carter had you wrapped in his arms as the pair of you sways to the non existent music. It was something that had become so normal in the last two years of your relationship. Late night dances in the living room after the game to decompress. Stress from both the game and your work flying away. Leaving you in bliss.

No words shared between. Swaying together, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. Carter’s arms tighten around your body in response. Nothing felt more like home than being in your boyfriend’s arms. Back and forth. Gentle forehead kisses. Just the two of them together.

Right here, right now. Neither of you had any worries. You two vs world. It’s how the pair of you felt whenever you danced in each other’s arms. Carter was the love of your life and he yours. Nothing could pull you two away from each other.

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won'tBut I miss you in the mornings when I see the sunSomething in the orange tells me we're not done

You had shifted to sit in the window seat of your room. Joining Carter in looking out the window. Despite all the wires connecting to your body, you were content with being in his arms. It had been awhile since you had a moment to yourselves.

It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun was yet to rise above the skyline. One by one the stars started to disappear as the sky lightened to a brilliant golden orange. You relaxed a little more when feeling the sun’s rays bathing the two of you in the window.

“It’s beautiful.”

Carter glanced down at you, noting the weary look on your face. He knew it wasn’t long now. He took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. Pulling you in as close as possible. “Not as beautiful as you, darling.”

“I love you,” You whisper.

“I love you too. So much.”

“It reminds me of your jersey,” You noted as the sky was all orange.

He just chuckled at your words. Making sure to listen to your voice. “You hate our jersey.”

“I may hate the jersey but I like the colour.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Carter sat on the porch of your shared house. Watching as the skies turn from blue to orange once more. Despite the house being so full of the people that loved him, he never had felt so alone. Some of his teammates and family were inside the house he shares with you. Well… did share with you.

Just this morning, you were in his arms watching the very same sun rise above Philadelphia. Still alive and breathing. Reminding him of how much you love him and how proud of him you were.

Carter just wanted the pain to end as he watched the orange turn to navy blue. The stars alight once more across the sky. No more sunrises or sunsets he’d experience with you by his side. He wouldn’t be coming home to you wearing his jersey and waiting for the late night dance you both shared. No more you.

The sun disappearing once more below the horizon signaled the end of the last day he’d ever have with you by his side.

I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all nightThere's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb lightYour voice only trembles when you try to speakTake me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak

You were waiting for Carter to come home after his win at home, dressed in his jersey and a pair of leggings. Nothing special but you knew it was his favourite look. Seeing his last name on your back was one thing he treasured. Neither of you admitted it but you knew that you’d never have the same last name.

“I’m home,” You heard Carter call from the entrance hall. He was greeted with the sight of you still sitting on the couch, his jersey looking a little baggier than normal on your body. The trash can beside where you sat told him it had been a rough afternoon. He crouched down and pulled you in gently for a kiss. “Hello sweetheart.”

Without missing a beat, Carter pulled you up from the couch and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist. No music like normal, you two swayed alone in the lounge room. Your head rested on his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. The steady heartbeat of your boyfriend always calmed down your racing thoughts.

“I love you.”

His words made you tear up. Trying so hard to keep the tears at bay you let out some shaky words. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” Carter assured, “I will until my last breath.”

“As will I.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Since the start of the new season, Carter tries not to miss a sunset, especially before a game. If he can help it he will sit and watch as the sky turns orange once more. It took him back to those last moments as you watched the sky turn orange together in each other’s arms. It felt like you were with him once more.

Before such a game like tonight, he wished that you were there. In the stands screaming his name as you wore his jersey that bore both his and your last name. It was only right. If only it had happened that way.

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Whenever Carter pictured lifting the stanley cup, he never thought about you not being by his side. You were always there. Until you weren’t. Now everything felt numb despite having a shutout in game 7 of the stanley cup final.

Carter doesn’t remember much. More like it was all a blur. From holding the cup to the afterparty with everyone at Travis’ place. Most had passed out around the place by now but Carter found a spot on the deck. He settled in one of the many seats. Eyes to the sky. Dark sky turned orange once more. Orange like his jersey that he wore last night. The sight made him feel something that he hadn’t for a long time. Peace. It washed over his body like the sunlight.

The young goalie glanced down at his hand, the gold ring glistening in the morning light. Memories of the small ceremony that took place in the bland hospital room flitted through his head. You looked beautiful in the simple white dress despite your frail body. Even though Carter didn’t care, you insisted on wearing a white dress. Both yours and his parents were present. A small intimate ceremony to share your love. Mrs. Hart, something you absolutely adored hearing from him.

The sun faded from orange to light blue. As he shared one last smile with himself before kissing his wedding band and going to find somewhere to crash before round 2 of celebrations.

“I’ll love you until my last breath.”

If you leave today, I'll just stare at the way The orange touches all things around The grass, trees and dew, how I just hate you Please turn those headlights around Please turn those headlights around

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reyzxzc · 22 days

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Feeling 22! - jamie drysdale

summary: jamie’s birthday post you posted for him and some celebrating!

contains: fluff, some cussing in comments, birthday post, instagram

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caption: guess who’s feelings 22! happy birthday jimmy! i love you so much and im so proud of you, your doing amazing in philly. i know the trade wasn’t ideal, but we made it work. philly is lucky to have you, my love. here’s to many more birthdays and 22s.

tagged: jamie.drysdale

comments;

pinned. jamie.drysdale FEELING 22 EVERYTHING WILL HE ALRIGHT IF YOU KEEP ME NEXT TO YOU

- username: me and z taught you well

user: i love them ur honor

jackhughes; JD BDAY

jamie.drysdale: VERY MANY MORE BIRTHDAYS

trevorzegras: JD I MISS U BBY

- jamie.drysdale: COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU

- username: i hate u all.

user: their relationship >>

cam.york: hey bf

- username; get tf out.

- cam.york: someone’s still mad that i won the bet…

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y/n set the cake on the table, lighting the candles ms standing behind jamie to hug his shoulders. “happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear jamie, happy birthday to you.” y/n kissed his head.

jamie blew the candles out. “it’s vanilla.” y/n whispered. “yea?” jamie asked, looking up at her. “yea.” y/n nodded kissing him.

“i got you something.” y/n said, walking to get the gift. “baby i told you not to.” jamie said. “you do every year. and i get you something every year” y/n handed him a gift bag.

jamie rolled his eyes as opened it, pulling out the tissue paper. jamie picked up a book. “what’s it?” jamie asked. “it’s a photo book. my mom gave me the idea. she was talking about how the trade would bring me memories and it would be good to keep a photo book.” y/n explained.

jamie nodded. “okay.. so this is anaheim stuff?” “yea, it’s got some philly and some trip too. it felt like a good idea to make one.” y/n grabbed some plates, forks and a knife.

“you wanna cut it?” y/n asked. “no.” jamie shook his head. y/n smiled and cut into the cake. jamie watched and smiled. y/n plated two slices of cake and sat by jamie.

“thank you.” jamie said. “always.“ y/n smiled

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day six) bee's on ice , joel farabee

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. another note, this fic is part of "the four bees" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, joel farabee x reader summary, the flyers are hosting a family skate for all their families, players, staff, etc. when joel first heard about it, he was immediately ordering lincoln a pair of skates. so to say he was excited was an understatement. warnings, kids/children word count, 822 words

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When Joel came home, he was so excited. He dropped everything in his arms in the entryway and ran into the house, "Joel! What the heck?"

"There's a family skate." He told you, his voice laced with excitement.

"When is it?"

"The 18th."

"All right, so we have some time." You placed some blueberries onto Caroline's plate.

"I already got Link skates, and I'm sure Care's skate still fits her."

"He's not even a year old, I don't think he's going to be doing very much skating."

"Oh, come on." He begged, "I already got them."

You sighed, "Don't you dare let him fall. I swear if you do, I'm divorcing you."

"I promise, I'll be with him the entire way." Joel pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he was off and running off to God knows where.

You rolled your eyes, "Carebear, lunch!" You hollered.

On the day of the family skate, Joel was bouncing off the walls all morning. He was rushing around, grabbing everything you asked for with haste, wanting to get out of the house as quick as possible.

"Okay, calm down." You laughed, "We're not gonna be late. We're actually very early, so I'm gonna need you to take like 5 deep breaths."

20 minutes later, both kids were buckled in and you were all ready to go. You had extra blankets, jackets, hats, gloves, and everything in between. So maybe you had gone a little overboard?

"Are you excited to skate, Carebear?" You asked, turning around and looking at her.

"Yeah." She wiggled in her seat, "Link skate too?"

"Yes." You and Joel spoke at the same time with different tones of emotion.

You glanced over at him, raising a brow, "Well, not really. I got him skates, but he's not gonna skate like you are quite yet."

"Okay." She responded, going back to singing along to the song playing on through the car speaker.

You looked over at Joel, "I'll hold him. He'll hover, like what I did with Care." He reassured you.

"Promise me."

"I promise. I'm not gonna drop our baby, Y/N."

"I know." You nodded.

When you got to the arena, you bundled with kids up with so many layers, Caroline was waddling when she walked, "Too much, mommy." She whined.

"I just don't want you to be cold."

"She won't." Joel started taking off some of the layers until the only thing she was in was her puffer jacket, warm pants and warm boots, and of course a Flyers beanie.

"All right, come on." You held Caroline's hand while Joel held Lincoln, and you made your way into the arena.

"Look who it is." Sanny came up, and picked up Caroline, flipping her upside down, eliciting a loud squeal and laugh from Caroline, "My favorite Carebear."

"Uncle Sanny." She giggled.

"Are you gonna skate today?" She nodded her head, "Awesome. Let's go get your skates." Joel handed Travis her skates, and Caroline walked off, hand-in-hand, over to the bench to get her skates on.

"Come on, little man. Let's get your skates on." You followed Joel over to the bench and watched him pull out the tiniest pair of skates you'd ever seen.

"How can you resist this?" He held up the skates.

"Fine, fine." You rolled your eyes playfully, "Just get them on." After getting Lincoln's skates on, you got yours on and then carefully got onto the ice.

Joel held onto Lincoln while you watched. You pulled out your phone and started recording, "You ready?" You nodded.

Joel slipped his arms underneath Lincoln's armpits and held him above the ice so his little skates were just barely grazing the ice, "Look at you, little man." Joel's smile was so big, "You're skating."

You laughed as Joel slowly skated towards you, and right as he got to you, he picked Lincoln up and cradled him to his chest, "You just skated. Your very first skate!" He exclaimed.

"Not even a year old, and he's already skated." You laughed, carefully adjusting the hat on his head.

A laugh from across the rink caught your attention. You both looked up at the sound of Caroline's laugh. You saw her skating with Travis and his girlfriend.

"See? This was fun." He nudged you.

"Yeah, yeah, you were right." You tried to conceal your smile.

"I'm always right."

"All right, careful there."

"Almost always right." He corrected.

"That's better." You nodded, "Now, what do you say, Link? Wanna go get some hot cocoa? or in your case, milk?" You plucked Lincoln out from Joel's arms and headed for the exit of the rink.

"We'll sit over there and watch." You pointed over to the bench where some other partners were sitting with their kids.

"Be safe."

"We will." You smiled, waving Lincoln's little hand at him as you watched him skate over to Caroline, "Your daddy is silly." You kissed his head.

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sc0tters · 6 months

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Secrets Kept | Carter Hart

summary: when surprises turn to secrets it almost leads to the end of your relationship.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 1.12k

authors note: we are onto our last new goalie of the dedication and I’ve got to say this might be my favourite piece so far. also look at this man, he’s GOREGOUS. If you want to see more from the dedication you can find the masterlist here!

Carter had been acting weirdly for weeks.

You had first noticed it when he removed your Face ID from his phone. Sure it was small but when he started coming home later than normal after practices and was no longer in even in his sweaty clothing.

It killed you to even think that Carter could have been cheating on you, he had been your boyfriend since you were freshmen in high school and you couldn’t see yourself yourself with anyone else. Yet as you stared at the meal you prepared for the two of you it made you feel sick.

He hadn’t come home and as the steam now disappeared from your plates and your third glass of wine was empty “he isn’t coming.” You sighed getting up as you put his plate in the fridge and placed yours in the microwave.

You changed out of your dress settling for his sweatpants and a hoodie before you found your way to the couch. It felt like a punch to your gut as you watched the bachelor “I’m home!” Carter called out as you heard his keys drop into the bowl by the door.

Not even bothering to pause the tv you just continued watching as he walked in “hey baby.” As the hockey player crawled onto the couch next to you as he smiled “you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows waving his hand in front of your face.

You glared at him as you paused the tv “what did you get up to today?” You asked deciding that your patience had waivered thin and you were losing it now “just practice.” The smell of musk and oak from his shower gel you knew that it wasn’t true as his feet were in his sneakers rather than his slides “I can’t do this anymore Cart.” You sighed getting up as you made sure to slide away from his touch.

All he could do was watch as you stood up “what are you saying baby?” The irritation in your voice showed that you were talking about more than just the show on the tv.

Carter watched as you pushed your hair out of your face as you sighed “I know you’re cheating on me!” You felt like you had been taken to be a fool as you let the top of your anger come out.

He remained silent as it was clear that you had so much more to say “like I understand why you don’t wanna admit it but I’ve caught you!” As you flung your arms around Carter got up and caught them before you let them hit his chest “I’m not cheating on you!” Carter called out causing your body to freeze.

Somehow those words didn’t make you feel any better as you instead cocked your head as you furrowed your eyebrows “huh?” You wondered if you had heard him correctly as you waited for him to repeat his words “I’m not cheating on you.” As you calmed down Carter gave your hand a squeeze.

That left you with more questions than you had answers “but you’ve been coming home after practices.” If he had been at practice the entire time you would have not noticed but coming home three hours later than normal was a cause for concern from you.

You took a large gulp of air like his silence spoke for him “where are you going!” You scoffed watching him get up and head in the direction of your bedroom. Sure Carter wasn’t the most comforting man in your life but this made you feel like each time you stood up to your mom for him was for nothing.

Carter turned over his shoulder to send you a smile “you’ll see.” As he disappeared into your bedroom you truly began to wonder if you were watching this situation go down properly.

As you picked at your nails you watched him come back out and visually it looked like nothing had changed “I was not cheating on you.” He repeated for a third time now making your eyes roll “tell me once-” “I was planning the proposal.” Carter confessed as he held up the velvet ring box in his hand.

You gasped letting your hand slap over your mouth in shock “I figured it could be a good surprise.” He explained with a smile “was meant to do this whole thing in town.” The goalie shook his head as he went down to one knee.

In that moment your mind went a million miles a minute as you struggled to process the events in front of you “from the moment I met you y/n we’ve never gone the quiet route.” Carter smiled as you laughed “knew I wanted to be with you the moment we got paired up in calculus.” You remembered hating that teacher for partnering you up with a hockey player. You swore he wasn’t going to do any work and then Carter made it his life mission to prove you wrong.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the memory “maybe you weren’t that bad.” You teased trying to ignore the way your voice broke and you got emotional “you’ve been by my side through college, through the NHL and now I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you in it.” The random orders of flowers to your home finally made sense, they weren’t sent to the wrong address, Carter loved seeing you smile without you knowing it was him.

You dropped to your knees letting your hand run along his thigh “I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll let me.” At that point you were then crying as Carter reached up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Part of him forgot that he was in the middle of proposing to as it caused Carter to open the box as he smiled “so I’m asking if you’ll marry me?” Rather than allowing him to slip the ring onto your finger your instead wrapped your arms around him causing you both to fall back onto the floor.

Your lips peppered his face with kisses causing him to erupt with laughter “baby I need an answer.” The goalie wrapped his arms around your waist as he looked up at you “I’d love to be your wife.” You mumbled kissing his lips.

Carter got lost in it before you pulled away “as long as you don’t cheat on me.” You sent him a skeptical look as you shifted to straddle his waist now allowing him to sit up “I wouldn’t dream of it future Mrs Hart.” Carter shook his head before he kissed your lips again this time letting his fingers slip the ring on your finger.

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