#Philly flyers imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

drysdalesworld · 4 months

Text

to the moon & back

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by trevorzegras, cam.york, and more

y/n.hughes: philly 🧡🧡

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

( loading comments ! )

userone: THE TYING OF THE SHOES

usertwo: how many pics does y/n have of jamie tying her shoe 😭

lhughes_06: so you’d rather go & visit your bf instead of your brothers when offered 🤨🤨

y/n.hughes: this was already planned luke

lhughes_06: you were JUST in philly!

jackhughes: give her a break lukey, she’s having withdrawals

y/n.hughes: AM NOT

jackhughes: ARE TOO

trevorzegras: i would’ve never thought i’d ever say this but i miss you & jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 😪

y/n.hughes: awww trev, you do have a heart 😊

trevorzegras: i take it back

jamie.drysdale: no take backs bud

cam.york: like this if jamie & y/n are the cutest couple that’s blessed your feed

liked by 1M others

userthree: my comfort couple fr

philadelphiaflyers: we always love having you y/n! feel free to come over whenever (please, jamie does not shut up about you)! 🧡🧡

userfour: admin begging y/n to come over whenever she can so jamie can stop talking and complaining about missing her 😭😭

jamie.drysdale: i love you so much baby 💓💓

mfrost16: everyone say thank you y/n for making jamie no longer mopey & sad (he literally never shuts up about you)

cam.york: thank you y/n!

foerster.71: thanks y/n!

joelfarabee: please stay forever. he always manages to bring you into topics of conversations somehow & i am TIRED of hearing how y/n’s favorite color is green & how everything reminds him of you 😭🙏

lhughes_06: sounds like your man’s a simp for you y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: as he should 😙

jamie.drysdale: 🧍🏻🧎🏻‍♀️❤️ y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: idk what that means but same baby <3

trevorzegras: i don’t think i want to know

userfive: jamie & y/n >>>> everyone

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by jackhughes, yourbestie, and more

y/n.hughes: lover scored his first flyers goal tonight & i couldn’t be more proud 🧡🧡 here’s to many more goals to come my love 💓 (no seriously im so proud of you baby & everything you do fills me with immense pride i love you so much)

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

( loading comments ! )

userone: im so glad that y/n was there to witness jamie’s first flyers goal! what a special moment <3

trevorzegras: congrats bud!! miss you lots & am so happy to see philly treating you well

y/n.hughes: jamie audibly sniffled right next to me & said that he missed you

jamie.drysdale: did not

y/n.hughes: did too. it’s okay to miss your best friend jams

trevorzegras: don’t go exposing my boy like that y/n (i miss you too jamie)

usertwo: the way he looks at her in the last picture

userthree: you should’ve seen his celly! he blew a kiss to her & skated to where she was seated & pointed to her too! it was so cute!

usertwo: love love

jamie.drysdale: words are not enough to describe the way i feel about you. you mean the world to me & i am so happy to have you by my side through it all 💓💓

y/n.hughes: i love you to the moon and back jimmy <33

jackhughes: damn didn’t know my sister was a simp

y/n.hughes: basic support for my bf is not being a simp jack. get your priorities in check fr 🙄

_quinnhughes: ❗️❗️YOU TELL HIM SIS❗️❗️

lhughes_06: purr. slay. period. you ended him girl

jackhughes: i –

userfour: these two never fail to make my entire heart melt 😭 i wish one day to have a love like theirs

y/n.hughes: and you will my love! when the time is right 🤍

userfive: i feel like their love story should def be written into a tswift song

philadelphiaflyers: congrats on your first flyers goal jaime! to many more!

jamie.drysdale just posted!

liked by elhughes, yourbestie, and more

jamie.drysdale: to my sweet girl, thank you so much for always being there for me and never failing to cheer me up. your support means the world to me and i’m so happy to call you my number one cheerleader. you have carved such a special place in my life that i cannot imagine you not in it. you mean everything to me and more 💓💓

tagged: y/n.hughes

( loading comments ! )

userone: HE TIES HER SKATES TOO 😫😫

trevorzegras: MAJOR SIMP ALERT 🚨

usertwo: THEY NEED TO GET MARRIED LIKE RN

yourbestie: FR THATS WHAT IM SAYIN

jackhughes: he’s basically my brother-in-law already

lhughes_06: they act like such a married couple anyway. they don’t need to get married to prove that fact lmao

y/n.hughes: tears are in my eyes rn 😭 i love you with my entire being jamie i do not think i can imagine anyone else but you in my life either 🤍💓

trevorzegras: also, i better be the best man or i will riot

#drysdalesworld works!#drysdalesworld #hockey x reader #nhl x reader #hockey #smau #social media au #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x hughes!reader #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale x you #jamie drysdale x y/n

255 notes · View notes

moregraceful · 4 months

Note

KASPER YOUR LAST POST. DOES THIS MEAN WE HAVE A CANDIDATE FOR BRYCE HARPER CRINGE HOCKEY FLING FINALLY.

I THINK WE DO!!!!! here is MY JAMIE DRYSDALE/BRYCE HARPER CRINGE FLING PITCH. necessary background info for the non-hockeys:

jamie drysdale: canadian. often injured. scared of his own shadow. despite this, he is a defenseman. parents gave him a wine cabinet for christmas and he loved it. former bearer of the curse of playing professional sports in anaheim, california. one of those first round pandemic draft picks, so he's taking his sweet ass time to cook (i am not sure if this has also been the case for baseball, but every 2019-2021 draft pick in the nhl has had an uphill battle to play to the level they were projected at because the pandemic torqued their development both pre and post draft. jamie's definitely on his way, but imho he's still cooking.) most importantly: he's short but thick as fuck. boys meet him and they go CRAZYYYY

bryce harper: bryce harper.

now EYE think that jamie is the perfect candidate for bryce harper's cringe hockey fling, because he's a) SUPER young (a fresh 21 years old last april) and b) so fully canadian that he would not be starstruck by bryce harper. he would be full of anxiety because bryce is TALL and HOT (sorry i've been carrying that truth for a while) and PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM but he would not be like omg it's bryce harper. so i think bryce would love the level of anonymity this gives him. like yeah here's this nervous young bulldog who is going to give bryce the sloppiest, hottest blowie of his life BUT he isn't going to know who bryce is and if bryce introduces himself by saying "hi i'm bryce harper", jamie is going to apologize ten times for not knowing who bryce is and look like he's going to have a nervous breakdown until he can leave. ALSO because he is short but thick, he has the necessary center of gravity to throw bryce around once he stops apologizing for existing. bryce is going to love his 21yo horndog hockey frat boy energy combined with his severely under-treated anxiety disorder, and he is going to have the cringiest fling of his life. he is going to text trea pictures of him and jamie being soppy at an eagles game to show trea that he's SOOOOOO well-adjusted but accidentally include one of jamie on his knees. trea will block his number and finally know peace.

ALSO. for scene-setting purposes. potential future captain of the philadephia flyers joel farabee is a mainstay at phillies games in the summer and many people (two of my friends) are suggesting he might take jamie in and have jamie live in his basement (which is possibly where other rookies have but i am not a flyers scholar so i am not up on the lore.) anyway joelbee could very easily bring jamie along to a summer phillies game...haha and then what... (me imagining bryce freaking harper having to sneak into SOMEONE'S BASEMENT to hook up with his 21 year old boytoy.)

#they are destined for the most catastrophic break up BUT bryce harper will come out of it a better man and jamie will go to therapy. so #cage replies #pindergarten #rpf for ts

49 notes · View notes

goldengleams · 4 months

Note

Could you do #23 with Jamie drysdale that’s hyping him up for his first flyers game :) needing some fluff right now after this trade 🫶🏻. ps your writing is literally one of my favorites on this app

STOPPPP you are so sweet!!! i hope you know this means the world to me, it is so appreciated!!🤍 jamie drysdale (cutest person alive) content below!!!

You checked your phone for the tenth time in the past two minutes, opening and closing the same airline app to see the status of your flight. You were seated by your gate in the large airport, waiting to board. Luckily, there were no delays, and before you knew it, you were on your way to Philadelphia to support your boyfriend for his first game with his new team.

Jamie had called you as soon as he knew about the trade, but the news had already flooded your social media feeds. You had endless texts in your phone from family and friends wishing Jamie the best and asking how you were doing with the news. As badly as you wanted to just lay in bed and cry, you knew Jamie couldn’t be doing any better. You wanted to be there for him through this crazy time. Apartments and cars and life in Anaheim could be sorted out later, but for now, you just wanted to get to your boyfriend and give him a big hug.

You rushed to the baggage claim once you landed in Philadelphia and grabbed your bags. Since Jamie had literally just arrived in Philly, you had booked a hotel room to give him some space and then you could both stay there while he figured everything out.

You sent him a quick message, letting him know you were in town and could pick him up from the rink in your rental car if he needed a break. You sighed, all of this change had your head spinning. You couldn’t believe how well Jamie was doing with everything.

A ding of your phone let you know that Jamie was at the rink and was eager to see you. From your calls, you knew Jamie was coping but still hadn’t dealt with anything yet. And you couldn’t blame him, he was about to start his first game for a different team just a day after he met all of them.

You made the short drive from the hotel to the rink and waited outside for Jamie to walk out. You tapped the steering wheel anxiously as you saw unfamiliar faces walk past your car.

Soon enough, you saw a familiar head of dark hair walk out and you couldn’t climb out of your car fast enough. You didn’t even manage to close the door before you were calling Jamie’s name.

His eyes lit up as he saw you running towards him and he dropped his bag to catch you in his arms.

“Hi Princess, oof!” He mumbled. You had just seen him at the beginning of the week before he left for a string of road games, but that felt like ages ago now.

“Hi Jamie,” you said, clinging to him like your life depended on it. He squeezed you back, giving you the same energy back.

You let go to stand back and take a look at him. You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a kiss. He looked the same, save for the tired look in his eyes. You couldn’t imagine what he was feeling.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jamie said quietly. He was always a soft spoken guy, but now he seemed lost in another world of his own.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” you replied. “I can’t imagine doing any of this. You’re so strong, J.”

You wanted to remind him of how great he was, even though you could tell he didn’t believe you. Hockey was his life, but being ousted by a team that didn’t want you was enough to make even the biggest, toughest hockey players crumble.

He dropped his head to your shoulder and you could feel the tension seep out of his body. Jamie let out a shaky breath, letting you be his rock.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. You’re gonna show everyone how great you are tonight, Jamie, and I can’t wait to watch you from the stands.”

Got a little carried away with this one, but I am absolutely loving all of the Jamie asks!!!! He is the cutest ever and he literally deserves the world🥹

14 notes · View notes

bitchinbarzal · 1 month

Note

this might be really sad (there’s no might🧍🏼‍♀️)

but imagine law enforcement place daisy with a foster family in philly while things get figured out

and mama and jamie feel daisy slipping through their fingers- it’s such a scary time

and the kids are confused, because all they know is that daisy was here, and now she isn’t

and because she’s with a foster family, the grandparents are allowed to visit or something

just the whole situation has mama and jamie on edge and how it’s going to effect things when they get daisy back- or if (because there’s definitely a time where they start getting in their head that they may not get her back)

hut then the reunion is the sweetest thing. daisy gets placed into mama or jamie’s arms and starts cooing, and it makes them break out into tears, and instantly the foster family and law enforcement in the station see just how badly everything affected them:(

no because IMAGINE the foster family have 0 idea who this babygirl’s parents are and they take her to a flyers game and now you’ve got Marley like why do you have my sister?!?

And Jamie & mama are HEARTBROKEN

There’s a point where they have to sit and talk about it, they might not get her back. Mama is so upset that she can’t stay in Philly if they don’t get her back.

“Jamie I can’t live here under the thought that someone could walk past me with my baby! She’s my baby!”

“I know-“

“I don’t care what people say, she’s ours! She’s our daughter!”

And now they’re just crying while wishing their sweet girl was home

#marley’s madness #daisy Drysdale

11 notes · View notes

st-louis · 4 months

Note

hi ari! iirc youre from philly or around the area right? any tips of what are must sees for someone whos visiting for the first time? you know, anything that isnt in all the travel guides? thank you so much and happy new year! :)

yes i live in philly! whether i have useful tips is another story all together though 💀 i don’t really have a lot of time to go out in the city anymore because of my kid, who is also a picky eater (so i’m not really as tuned into the restaurant scene as i used to be). also a lot of the stuff i would recommend is either probably in the guides… or isn’t in season right now (like for example the southeast asian market that’s in fdr park is amazing but it won’t be back until the summer). also a lot of the stuff that i felt was quintessentially a fun philly experience (like fiume) got modernized in a way that means i can’t imagine it’s as fun anymore.

i will say that if you are a first timer monk’s is always worth a visit (it’s a very nice classic belgian beer bar), my favorite pho is pho 75 on washington avenue (bring cash), the philly art museum’s really nice but the barnes is a more unique experience, cuzzy’s on 5th street has excellent ice cream and is run by an incredibly nice dude. if you like thai food and can get a reservation kalaya in fishtown is one of my favorite restaurants in the city (like it’s in guides and has won awards but the hype is deserved). if you want a good philly pizza slice experience, highly recommend pizza shackamaxon which is also in the vicinity of several decent bars and restaurants (lloyd’s is a very chill neighborhood place with a good beer selection, great food, and incredibly nice staff). the sports stadiums are really easy to get to on public transit (the broad street line runs right to the stadium) and you can usually grab cheap flyers tickets the day of a game, so if you can do that i would also recommend it for the experience! if you’re driving the best cheesesteak is john’s roast pork but make sure you check the hours bc they close early.

there are a ton of music venues too if you’re into that kind of stuff. you can see shows at the first unitarian church, union transfer, kung fu necktie, underground arts, etc. would recommend checking ahead to see if there are any bands you’re interested in coming through.

public transit here is pretty easy to use (broad street line runs north/south, the el runs east/west, and there are also trolley lines that will take you to different parts of west philly) but you will probably also see some of the city’s issues in microcosm there. by which i mean unhoused people and drug use. if you aren’t used to big city public transit in your own home, i would just say to be aware of your surroundings and you’ll be fine. if you are used to it, philly probably isn’t any different from what you see there.

sorry this probably wasn’t much of a help. i used to be young and fun but now i’m just old and tired and most of the things i do are kid-oriented 💀

#questions #anonymous

7 notes · View notes

ilyasorokinn · 2 years

Text

elias andersen goes to philly , frederik andersen

note, this was a shower thought. that's the tweet. i know g is no longer with the flyers (insert saddest face in the entire world), but for this fic, just imagine he's still with them. this fic is part of the "andersen adventures" series, so check out this masterlist for more. pair, frederik andersen x reader summary, y/n and elias travel to philly with freddie to visit their new friend, gavin. warnings, children/kids, mentions of pregnancy word count, 1467 words

(gif not mine)

"And when you get there..."

"This isn't my first time on a plane ever."

"I know, but it is your first one with Eli."

"I'll be fine." You reassured, "Just pack your bag." You pushed him towards his open suitcase that had yet to be filled.

Since the All-Star game, Elias and Gavin had been talking non-stop. You and Ryanne set up virtual playdates, you sent Valentine's to each other through the mail,

So, now, after about a month of planning and talking, you decided to go down to Philadelphia to visit, and it was perfect timing since the Canes were playing the Flyers.

The next day, you were both set to fly to Philadelphia, on different flights obviously.

You woke up the next morning and sent Freddie off with a smile and lots of kisses from you, Elias, and Jasper. You waved, looking down at Elias who was copying our actions.

"Bye." Elias waved.

"Bye." Freddie laughed, kissing his cheek, then kissing you, "See you soon."

"See you soon."

After a long but short flight, you were finally in Philly. Elias was wide-awake the entire flight and found ways to entertain himself but you could tell in the last 10 minutes he was getting antsy.

"If I put you down, do you promise not to run away?" Elias nodded his head excitedly.

Against your better judgment, you set Elias down and he sprinted away. You let out a groan, running after him. You caught up to him and decided to hold him.

You grabbed your luggage and made your way out to the front of the airport. You occupied Elias with your phone as you waited for the Giroux's to arrive.

"Hey, hey, Eli, look." You grabbed his attention, pointing to the car that was pulling up.

Elias glanced into the open window of the backseat and his whole face lit up when he saw Gavin. Gavin's face lit up and he kicked his legs.

You opened the door and let Elias climb in as Ryanne rounded around the car and pulled you into a hug, "It's so good to see you again."

"You, too." You hummed.

"Hope the flight wasn't too bad."

"Flight was good. I think both me and Elias are happy to be on the ground again." You laughed.

She laughed, "Well, I'll drop by the hotel so you can drop off your stuff, then we can figure out a plan."

You sat on the park bench and watched Gavin and Elias run around together. Ryanne had run back to the car to change Palmer so you watched as Elias went down the slide, laughing as Gavin landed on his legs.

You smiled, "Oh, I know that look." Ryanne hummed, making her way back over to the spot she once occupied next to you.

"What look?"

"The "I'm ready for baby #2" look." She told you, to which you only laughed, "That wasn't a no."

"We haven't talked about it yet." She squeled.

"Another baby! Oh, my gosh, and Baby A and P are gonna be best friends." She declared.

"We have to have the baby first, Ry." You laughed.

"I'm so excited for you." She hugged you.

"We haven't done anything yet." You hugged her back with a laugh

That night, after a fun-filled day, Gavin and Elias were both out before you even pulled up in front of your hotel. You said your goodbyes, with promises of seeing each other before the game the next day, then carefully for Elias out of his car seat.

Elias, surprisingly, stayed asleep the entire way up to the hotel room. You got him changed into his pajamas and tucked him into the travel crib.

Freddie got home right as a new movie started playing. He stripped off his jacket, laid it on the chair, caught a peek of Elias asleep in the crib then laid down next to you on the bed, "How was the flight?" He asked.

"No screaming, no crying. He almost ran away. It wasn't too bad."

"No crying?"

"He fell asleep during take-off and landing. Maybe that's why?" You shrugged.

"Did he have fun?" You nodded.

Freddie started talking to you about his day, but you were already halfway asleep, "Shh, we can talk tomorrow." You yawned.

"All right, we'll talk tomorrow." He kissed your head and reached over to turn the TV off.

The next morning, Freddie left early to pick up breakfast and came back, eating the cafe pastries in silence. The first, unsurprisingly, to wake up was Elias.

"Good morning." Freddie picked him up and cradled him to his chest.

"Mama?" He asked.

"Mama's still sleeping," Freddie told him. Elias whined, his eyes going wide, "No, no, you're okay. Look, she's right over there." He pointed, turning so Elias could see you.

Elias calmed down and leaned his head on Freddie's shoulder, wiping his eyes and letting out a yawn, "Come on, you want some breakfast?" That seemed to get Elias' attention.

A little later, Elias was awake and playing on the ground when you finally started to wake up. When he saw you move, he popped up and wobbled over to the edge of the bed.

"Mama?" He poked you in the back.

You hummed, stretching before turning around to face him. You reached over and wiped a crumb off the side of the mouth, "Play?"

"Let mom have some breakfast." Freddie picked up Elias and set him on the bed. Elias climbed into your lap and wrapped his arms around your neck.

"I'll have breakfast later, it's cuddle time." You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of Elias in your arms.

You straightened out Elias' '31' beanie as you waited for Ryanne to pick you up, "Are you ready to see daddy?" Elias nodded.

"Chicken?"

"You want chicken tenders?" Elias nodded again, running his hand over the bedazzled 31 on the sleeve of your jacket.

"We'll see." You laughed, kissing his head as you spotted the car pulling up.

Ryanne rolled down and window and laughed when she saw your jacket, "Nice jacket."

"Thanks, gotta represent." You spun around with a laugh before buckling Elias into the booster you brought in the backseat.

You followed Ryanne through the arena, pointing out cool things to Elias as you passed. He had his big headphones on so you couldn't tell how well he could hear, but he looked around at everything.

You, of course, had to make a pit stop in front of the glass.

Freddie spotted you standing by the glass and skated over immediately. Elias grinned, slapping his hands against the glass. He waved, blowing an exaggerated kiss. Elias copied his actions the best he could and laughed.

You waved as he skated backward to get back to practice. He waved one last time and then took his place in front of the net.

After warm-ups, you took your seats and got Elias his chicken. He enjoyed his chicken and barely paid any attention to the game because he was too busy playing with Gavin.

After the game, instead of going with Ryanne who was going to the home locker rooms, you opted to walk over to the visitor team's locker room to wait for Freddie.

The guys started to pile out of the room and spotted you easily. They greeted Elias, a few stopping by to make jokes with him. When Freddie finally came out, Elias wiggled, wanting to be put down.

"All right, all right." You set him down and he ran over to Freddie as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Freddie kissed his head and carried Elias in one arm and his bags in the other.

On your way out to the Giroux car, you ran into Gritty who was entertaining Gavin. Elias whimpered and his head in Freddie's neck.

"Not big Gritty fans, eh?" Claude asked.

"Not really." You shook your head with a smile.

canes

Liked by abbylabar, ebear25 and 12,205 others

canes Y/N and Elias Andersen in the house!

tagged: @/ynandersen, @/frederikandersen31

View all 469 comments

ynandersen gotta show our support.

canesfan she looks so good! 😍

frederikandersen31 ❤️

+ bonus

A few days after you got back from your trip, Ryanne's words echoed in your head. Another baby? Were you ready for another baby? Did you want another baby?

"You okay?" Freddie asked, breaking you out of your trance.

"Yeah, I'm great." You nodded, getting back to the task of laundry.

"You sure?"

"Do you want another baby?" You blurted out.

"Do I want another baby?" He repeated.

"Yeah." You nodded.

He hesitated, the wheels inside his head-turning quickly as he tried to comprehend what you just said, "A baby?"

"Yeah." You repeated.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, looking up at you, "I do." He stated.

"You do?"

"I do." He nodded.

A smile broke out on your face, "Another baby."

"Another baby." He beamed, pulling you into a hug.

a few months later...

ynandersen

Liked by caneswags, stephlachancee and 7,295 others

ynandersen baby a #2 coming soon 🤍

tagged: @/frederikandersen31

View all 295 comments

canes congrats! ❤️🖤

ryannegiroux p’s so excited to meet his new friend 🥹

↳ ynandersen ry 🥺 you’re gonna make me cry 😭

↳ ryannegiroux 😘❤️

frederikandersen31

Liked by mapleleafs, kasperikapanen1 and 13,395 others

frederikandersen31 🤍

tagged: @/ynandersen

View all 296 comments

leafsfan I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOUR GUYS!!!

ryannegiroux I CALLED THIS MONTHS AGO!!

caneswags ELI’S GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER 😭

sydneyemartin can’t wait to meet them ❤️

nhl

Liked by ynandersen, andrei_svechnikov37 and 10,295 others

nhl congrats the andersen family on the upcoming arrival of their second child.

tagged: @/ynandersen, @/frederikandersen31, @/canes

View all 310 comments

canesfan congrats!!!

feedback? feedback!

my taglist: @mitch-slap @joelsfarabees @ashleymarine @tysonjost-taylorsversion @laurenairay @kidlnthedark @bowen-power @lam-ila @juliasahoshughes @catahshart @stars-canucks @drei-mrssvechii @iwantahockeyhimbo @2manytabsopen @owenpowersglasses @calermakar08 @hamilton160 @pierrelucduboiis @thescooby-gang @sammysworldddd @mista-svech @paintlavillered @hyppeln-agnes @hockeyboysarehot

add yourself to my taglist!

baby andersen #2 coming soon :)

155 notes · View notes

sundriedmilano · 1 year

Text

pretty boy

#callie’s stuff!#nolan patrick #np19 #flyers #philly #philadephia flyers #nhl #hockey #hockey guys #nhl imagines #nhl pictures #vegas golden knights #golden knights #vgk

66 notes · View notes

youcouldmakealife · 2 years

Text

SOTM: Brandon/Milan; unequivocal

Don’t mind me slooooowly posting some of the backlogged stories of the month.

For the prompt: What comes next with Brandon and Milan?

There is something about the word ‘sometime’ that is, strangely, a lot more serious than actually naming a time or place.

‘Do you want to grab a drink tonight/tomorrow/Saturday/next week?’ is a question that anyone from a coworker to an acquaintance to a close friend would ask you. It could be a date, sure, but it could just as easily be, well, just a drink. A chance to get in touch, or catch up, or get to know someone better, or discuss something privately away from the larger group. It’s a question with a lot of nuance to it, and no assumptions can be made about the intent behind it.

‘Do you want to grab a drink sometime?’ is not that. That is asking someone on a date.

Milan squints at it. Spends several minutes breaking down every other possible implication of ‘do you want to grab a drink sometime?’ from ‘Brandon somehow never learned that this particular question implies a date and also didn’t mention any details about time or place because — no, this is still a date’ to ‘this is actually an elaborate prank facilitated by the most evil hockey team on the face of the planet’.

And to be fair, Milan only met Brandon as a result of an elaborate prank facilitated by the most evil hockey team on the face of the planet — or at least, by the backup goalie of said team — so that isn’t as paranoid a question as it seems on the surface.

But then, Brandon was as much a victim of the prank as Milan was, if not more of one. He was the one who had to deal with a potentially vindictive Penguins fan who now knew where he lived, not the teammates who wrote the letters.

And there’s been — something. Something that Milan thought he might have been imagining, but no, apparently not.

Milan considers letting him stew for a little bit, but Flyer or not, it seems cruel. He checks that nobody’s paying attention — there is a ‘no personal phones’ policy in his department and a disturbing number of people happy to enforce it on behalf of their corporate overlords — and rereads the question to make sure he hasn’t missed anything.

Still ‘want to grab a drink sometime?’. Still definitely asking Milan out. From a Flyer. The enemy since Milan was in diapers. Though to be fair, Milan thinks Brandon was also in diapers at the time, and he played for numerous other teams before he came to Philly, so not quite lifelong enemy level, but.

A Flyer.

A fucking Flyer.

What would his father say?

It’s a weird sort of limbo that Brandon’s found himself in.

Or maybe stalemate is a better word for it. Milan maybe — probably, almost definitely — knows who Brandon is. Milan maybe knows that Brandon is aware that he knows this, maybe doesn’t. They keep nudging at what’s plausibly deniable, but neither of them has crossed that line yet, and it’s hard to tell, sometimes, if Milan’s trolling him, or if he’s genuine. Or when he’s trolling him and when he’s being genuine, because Brandon gets the sense both are happening, but isn’t necessarily sure he’s right. Texts and letters leave a lot of room for nuance, and Brandon will full on admit he’s not the smartest of guys.

And it doesn’t help that when Brandon sees him, Milan says everything so straight faced. If he’s trolling him, he’s really good at it. If he’s not trolling him — well, Brandon can’t tell if he is or isn’t, that’s the whole point. And usually he’d hate that, hate not knowing something for sure — well, he does, kind of — but with Milan it’s also sort of okay? Somehow? Brandon doesn’t know. Like he said, he’s confused.

Which is silly, because there��s nothing to be confused about, nothing to spend his time thinking about, even. Just getting a drink with a neighbour. A neighbour who cheers for the team on the other side of the Battle of Pennsylvania, may or may not know Brandon plays for the team he actively hates, and may or may not be trolling Brandon about that fact.

And that’s all complicated enough if you don’t include the fact that Brandon is attracted to him. He thought it was hard trying to figure out if someone was into him when he’s grown up in a hyper masculine environment that’s more than a little homophobic — weirdly homoerotic too, sometimes, for extra confusion when Brandon was a teen, and, to be honest, through a good chunk of his early twenties — and, well, it is hard. But this is full on breaking Brandon’s brain. Everything’s got two or three meanings to it, it feels like, and Brandon’s lucky if he picks up on any of them in hindsight, let alone at the time.

Brandon doesn’t remember confusion being a pleasant state of being in the past. He’s pretty sure some wires are getting crossed in this situation. Apparently you are welcome to fuck with Brandon’s head, just so long as it’s not in a malicious way. And maybe even a little bit then, as long as it’s not just malicious.

Brandon is discovering some things about himself, he thinks. Possibly some Things, even. He’d be more concerned, but he’s too busy with all the confusion. That slightly pleasant confusion.

Not that it’s so pleasant right now. Because Brandon couldn’t just let banter be banter, and learn some things about himself that he maybe didn’t want to know but definitely can no longer pretend don’t exist, oh no, that would be way too easy. No, Brandon put together ‘I enjoy talking to this person’ and ‘I think this person is attractive’ and just had to ask the guy out. It didn’t even feel like him, doing it. It was like a whole out-of-body experience, the way he’ll turn his body to block a shot before he can think too hard about the pain that’s going to follow.

Though this is less like shot blocking and more reminiscent than the twist in gut before he takes the ice in an important game. On good days he’d call it anticipation. Bad days it’s just nerves.

Because he broke the stalemate. Fuck, he totally broke the stalemate, and Milan’s going to assume Brandon’s just switched up the game they’re playing and laugh it off, or, worse, he’ll figure out Brandon meant exactly what he said and then he’ll stop all communication and if Brandon runs into him in the halls when they both can’t avoid it, Milan will give him a pity smile. A pity smile.

His phone buzzes.

Brandon takes a deep breath, and then he checks his phone. With only one eye open, because he’s a coward, and not a particularly bright one, since he doubts peeking makes any difference in what he’s about to read.

Sure, I’d like that.

Brandon blinks down at it once, twice. Squints, trying to figure out if there’s any way to misinterpret that. He doesn’t think there is? He thinks it's pretty clear for once.

He fistpumps, then he waits patiently for approximately ninety seconds before he cracks and texts Milan a time and place.

#fic snippet #SOTM #brandon milligan #milan hudec

83 notes · View notes

softguarnere · 1 year

Text

A Christmas Inheritance

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter One: Homecoming

Summary: After time away in Philadelphia for college, Zenie returns to her hometown for Christmas to collect an unexpected inheritance. Her only goal? To settle her legal business and return to the city. But what happens when she meets a handsome mechanic who throws a wrench in her plans? (The obligatory modern Hallmark au)

A/N: *takes a drag from a fancy pipe like an old timey professor* Okay so here's the deal:

I did that Hallmark poster maker earlier this month and could not stop thinking about writing a Hallmark au. "I don't like the holidays" and "I survive on cheesy Christmas romcoms" are sentences that can and do coexist within the Dove. 🫶🏼

We're only a few chapters into Like A Girl (Like a Man), but the holidays are ✨hell✨ Writing this every now and then when I'm blocked on other writing projects has been fun and kinda therapeutic. Does any of this plot really make sense? No! But that's the magic of Hallmark movies baby - all that matters at the end of the day is that they end up happy! And based on everything I'm about to put Zenie through in LAGLAM, she can be happy this time. Let's let them have this, shall we? (And if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, just let me know 🤗)

As usual, this is based on the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans! 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of death, discussions of grief

The weight of the world already feels like it’s crushing Zenie’s lungs before she even opens the car door. Michael Bublé’s voice greets her as she tosses her bag into the backseat, and Bill is scrolling through the Ultimate Christmas Playlist that he and Babe made so long ago that certain songs inevitably show up in their Spotify Wrappeds each year. When her friend starts to recite the scores from the Flyers game the night before, her grip on the steering wheel loosens ever so slightly. It’s almost easy to imagine that they’re just driving around killing time instead of heading into a situation that has the potential to end with an all out McGlamery family civil war.

Still, if she has to be plunging headfirst into all of this, she’s glad Bill is by her side. There’s a reason his friends call him Wild Bill, and it’s not just because of his driving – although that’s more of a joke, because even with a prosthetic leg, he can still drive better than anyone in their friend group.

There’s also the fact that Bill nothing short of insisted that he accompany her on the trip back to North Carolina. On the one hand, ever since she helped him with a paper on the epidemic of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, he or any other member of their friend group always seems to be right by her side, wherever she goes. On the other hand, if any family drama is going to break out over issues regarding the Will, Wild Bill Guarnere is a total wildcard who will not be afraid to fight back, grab whatever the lawyer says now legally belongs to Zenie, and then drive them back home as fast as his 4Runner will go – which is exactly what he has been telling Zenie for almost two weeks now.

(He also admitted that he wants to get out of the city for a bit. He and Frannie have hit a bit of a rough patch, and he seemed to think an adventure and a change of scenery would clear his head. Who is Zenie to judge?)

“You think your ma will like me?”

The question drags her out of her head and back into the present. “Huh?”

“Nothin’.” Bill smiles. “Just wanted to make sure you were still with us.”

“Sorry, I just – “ She blows out a breath. “I haven’t been back to North Carolina since this time last year. And even then I didn’t go all the way home; I stopped in Cherokee for the funeral, and then headed back to Philly the second it was over.”

Something feels strange about referring to the town she grew up in as home. For a while now, home has been in Philadelphia, referring to the apartment she shares with Bill, Babe, and Fran, when she spends the night. I’m heading home; I’ll meet you at home; You need me to bring anything home? How easily the words slip from her lips, even if Philadelphia itself still feels a bit like a sweater that your aunt buys for you under the assumption that she knows what size you wear even though she hasn’t seen you since you were twelve - it takes some getting used to.

“Well, Zenie Beanie, don’t you worry, because you’re not going home-home. Just to your hometown, not your parents’ house.” Her parents’ house, with it’s walls that always felt too close and too much like a heavy blanket that was slowly suffocating her.

“Did you book a hotel?” She raises an eyebrow, flips her blinker on as she merges. “It might be the country, but this isn’t exactly the time of year to go roughing it.”

“We have a house.”

“So like an Airbnb?”

“No. You’ll see.”

Zenie is nothing if not the youngest sibling, and her friend knows her well enough to know that she hates – maybe even despises – surprises. Inflating her lungs with a deep breath, she prepares herself to make this a very annoying road trip. “Bi-ill.”

She accidentally cuts herself off with a laugh when she sees his face. He grew up with a brood of siblings. He knows what’s coming to him.

“Zeeee-na!” He crosses his arms. “Nope! You just have to wait and see the accommodations yourself. It’s the first of many Christmas surprises.”

Many? It catches her so off guard that she almost slams on the breaks.

“What are you talking about?”

To prove a point, Bill turns up the volume and practically shouts along to Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass, refusing to elaborate further.

Sometimes Zenie really has to ask herself why she’s friends with Bill Guarnere.

She shouldn’t really be surprised when they pull up at her Granny’s old house. Not the one on the Boundary, but the one in Zenie’s nearby hometown, not too far down the gravel road from where her parents live. It had been where she had chosen to live after Zenie’s grandfather passed, when she packed up all her belongings and bought the house as soon as it hit the market, shrugging and saying that if she was moving to be closer to her only daughter and grandchildren, then she was going to be close.

Granny’s house was nothing special, Zenie has come to realize as time passes. Not in appearance, anyway. It’s quaint white paint, large windows, and sprawling front porch don’t give it much distinction between the other houses in the valley, but much like a good book or a person with a kind heart, it’s about what lies inside that counts.

Except part of what made the inside of the house so special was that her Granny was in it. With her warm smile, a welcoming hug, and a pot of fresh coffee always at the ready, everything about the days she spent in her Granny’s house as a girl felt like magic. Especially around Christmas, when the decorations and Christmas stories lit the house up with wonder. Granny would drag out her old record player, and Bing Crosby would keep them company while they baked cookies and put stamps on cards that needed to be sent out to what seemed like practically everyone that Granny had ever met.

Now she’s gone. That Christmas spirit went with her when she passed. Hell, everything magical and inviting left with her. And her house stands in the valley, empty of that warmth and looking utterly lonely, as a testament to that.

Neither of them moves when Bill parks the car. Zenie is staring at the house and Bill is staring at Zenie as she stares at the house. She told herself she would not cry on this trip, under any circumstance, but now her eyes sting and she wants to turn the car around, but she also wants to say something, and she’s not sure if she wants to hug her friend for comfort or slap him for thinking that this was the Christmas surprise that she needed.

“I’m sorry,” Bill finally says. He reaches across the console, hand open with his palm up. Without looking, Zenie takes it, interlocks their fingers, and squeezes like she’s holding a stress ball.

It takes her a few tries to speak without bursting into tears. “Why . . . here?”

From the corner of her eye, she sees Bill’s shocked face as he turns towards her. “They didn’t tell you?”

Her eyes are too watery for her to be snarky with him right now. Her expression is all the question that he needs.

“Zenie, your grandmother left the house to you.”

The house before them looms even larger. A year of her grandmother’s Will being dragged out, all for Zenie to drive all this way and then find out she inherited a house in a town she hates? What is she supposed to do – move back home and live in it?

“We don’t have to stay here,” Bill assures her, already gently taking his hand back so that he can crank the car. (That’s part of why she’s friends with Bill, she thinks, answering her own question from earlier. He does things instead of talking about doing things. Anyone else would say that they didn’t have to stay there while secretly implying that they had to, but Bill says they don’t have to, and he’s willing to drive away with no questions asked.) “We’ll go to a hotel.”

But just as he’s about to crank the car, movement from the front porch catches Zenie’s eye. She’s been so caught up in memories and emotions that she never bothered to notice that the lights of the house were on – because when was the house not lit up, both literally and metaphorically, when her Granny lived in it?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The next thing that Zenie knows, two little palms are slapping on the door of the car, and suddenly she’s climbing out the door and being enveloped by her niece and nephew, who are hugging her so tightly and squealing with such excitement that her heart feels full to burst and any tears in her eyes are from the pure joy of experiencing such unbridled affection.

“You’re here, you’re really here!” Jasmine cries, hooking her arms around Zenie’s neck so that she’s forced to bring the six-year-old up with her when she stands.

Sticky hands tug at her jacket as Jack vies for her attention. “Aunt Zena, is it true that you’re really going to stay for Christmas?”

Looking into her little nephew’s brown eyes, Zenie hesitates. A moment ago she had been willing to turn away from this place without a second thought. But now, seeing her niece and nephew and their excitement at her arrival, coupled with Bill’s fond smile as he watches them . . . Maybe a few days wouldn’t hurt. After all, her college is on break and she has someone covering for her at work. It’s not like she and her friends had anything better to do with their time off except watch cheesy holiday movies and sample Luz’s mixed drinks.

“Yes,” she says, if not a little reluctantly. “I’m staying, but I don’t know for how long.”

“Yes!” Jasmine cheers, the sound vibrating in Zenie’s eardrums. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever!”

Verbally, Zenie agrees, even though she’s not without her doubts, based on how family gatherings have gone in the past. And when she looks up and sees her older sister standing in the doorway, an envelope in her hands, Zenie repeats the sentiment like it’s a lifeline.

“I don’t know for how long.”

#Hey Zenie can you hold this real fast?#*throws my problems at her and runs off before she knows what's happening*#oc zenie mcglamery #my writing #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #shifty powers x original female character #shifty powers x ofc #shifty powers #hbo war fanfic #hbo war #hallmark au #Like A Girl (Like A Man)

9 notes · View notes

fatedwithmbc · 9 months

Text

The nights I need to go to sleep at a decent hour turn into the nights I’m up for all hours. I find it difficult to understand because I take the same medications each evening. Last night, my medications put me into a drowsy state quite easily and quickly after taking them. Tonight, I’m pleading for the same reaction without the side effect actually occurring. I’ve even set up and am diffusing lavender oil. Crazy how life works out like that sometimes. Even more confusing is that I didn’t take a nap today, so I should feel more prone to sleeping anyway.

This afternoon, I picked up my medication samples from the psychiatrist, followed by a trip to Starbucks. I confirmed a doctor appointment. I also rescheduled my hair appointment because my hair doesn’t seem like it needs maintenance yet and did my nightly routine (5 Minute Journal, Tarot One Card Pull, Color Oracle One Card Pull, The Daily Stoic and Color My Mood) because I knew I’d be going out to dinner. Then occupy my time and ensure I didn’t nap, I did several things this afternoon.

I tried placing my mug racks in the location I imagined they’d work and I was wrong. That section of my wall isn’t wide enough for six of the racks. I will have to settle for three in the initial spot and then place three in another location.

Once I was done fiddling around with the mugs, I decided to organize my t-shirts. I sorted them into a few categories: Eagles, Phillies, 76ers/Flyers and then bands and shirts from traveling. I still have a section of shirts in a laundry basket that I need to add to this, but I didn’t realize I missed them until I had finished the initial organization process. I learned I have about 40 t-shirts for the Eagles alone. Next highest is for the Phillies. In third, travel and random shirts followed by band t-shirts. I’ll dig into the final pile and do a reorganization of my dresser drawers to accommodate the changes tomorrow. I think this heightened my realization that I really do not need any more t-shirts (… or mugs).

I’m literally running out of physical space. If I have enough band and travel t-shirts, I may seek getting them made into a quilt. I need 42 for a queen sized quilt. My sports attire I live in and don’t think I can part with even to make a quilt which would preserve the items. And, I think it would fuel the purchase of more sports attire— which is no solution to the initial problem (lack of space).

The lack of space triggered a closet clean out project that I’ve been working on all summer. Currently, I’m down to needing to put hoodies into totes. But it’s going to be cold soon and I’m questioning the tote solution. I’ll figure it out.

I also have a lot of things for the church rummage sale, but that is in October. I’m driving my Mom-Mom nuts with piles of things here, a tote bag there— it’s just all in process and not finalized and I understand her frustration.

Basically, I need to keep working on getting my shit together emotionally, medicinally and physically. Haha

This evening, I did have a nice dinner with Dan & Betsy at Founding Farmers. I swear it’s my favorite restaurant. I could go there all of the time. They enjoyed it as well. We had an enjoyable time and I brought home some chocolates to share with Mom-Mom.

Mom-Mom and I chatted and then read “Good Enough” by Kate Bowler and Jessica Richie. We’ve been doing this practice together because I feel she has strong faith and I found that I would need to have conversations after certain chapters. Therefore, it became a practice with us and I enjoy that we’re doing it together. The best is that there isn’t pressure to do it daily and we do it at our own pace and have meaningful conversations after we each read the chapter. It’s something I’ll be glad we’ve done and accomplished in the future and I value the wisdom that I get from the conversations.

I’m finally starting to feel a bit more on the sleepy side. Maybe I just needed to get rid of these thoughts, no matter how mundane. Also, day two of cycle three of Ibrance: so far, so good.

Thank you all for your support and of course reading my work!

El Fin.

#fated with mbc #confessions of a cancer patient #stage iv deserves more #metastatic breast cancer #stage iv metastatic breast cancer #breast cancer #insomnia

4 notes · View notes

harlowhockeystick · 2 years

Note

But imagine if Cash did get drafted by the flyers!

flyers or avs

pla if the flyers get the lottery pick #1 sidney is STRESSED. pulling at his hair for days, literally says “nobody talk to me i have to figure this shit out” while he has to somehow manage a deal where his son goes to anyone but philly…….and then somehow traded to pittsburgh bc he’s selfish

#my asks #age gap!sidney

7 notes · View notes

trevuorzegras · 1 month

Text

━╋ WE’LL BE ALRIGHT

fine line by harry styles

summary: for as long as y/n y/l/n could remember, her relationship with Jamie Drysdale has been shit on by outsiders. Everything finally comes crumbling down, and she begins to question the relationship.

childhood friends to lovers

pairings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

Y/n, and Jamie had been friends for as long as the two of them could remember. They had learned pretty early on that their mothers knew each other in college, Y/n’s mother getting pregnant only a year after Jamie’s.

However the pair didn’t begin dating until she was 18, and he was 19. When they confessed Jamie had just gotten drafted to the Anaheim ducks, and Y/n had gotten early acceptance to University of Michigan.

It’s now two years later, and Jamie just got traded to the Philadelphia Flyers. Y/n knew for a fact it was taking a toll on Jamie, so she booked the next flight to Philadelphia out of Michigan.

yourusername

yourusername: though i love & miss the ducks as long as Philly is taking care of my boy we’re good. here’s a little dump to celebrate new beginnings. <3

tagged: jamie.drysdale

liked by jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers, and others

philadelphiaflyers: welcome to the Philly wags! 🧡

user1: she’s only known cause of jamie 💀

↳ user2: she’s a very well known figure skater for university of michigan but okay..

jamie.drysdale: my girl. 🫶🏼

↳ yourusername: i love you pretty boy 🩷

trevorzegras: gonna miss you guys so much, to new beginnings y/n! 🔥

↳ yourusername: gonna miss you trev!

↳ jamie.drysdale: we love you trevor

user3: definitely a clout chaser 💀

user4: jamie deserves better

↳ user5: literally, jamie could do so much better 😭

user6: just leave jamie alone at this point.. it’s getting embarrassing 💀

user7: i hope jamie cheats on you

↳ trevorzegras: what the fuck is wrong with you? like genuinely.

user8: what the hell are these comments.

user9: i feel so bad for y/n omg )):

user10: what does he even see in her

↳ user11: exactly she’s so ugly

user12: she’s probably sleeping with trevor too 🤷‍♀️

click to see more comments.

Y/n’s eyes scanned her phone, as a sleeping Jamie laid curled into her side, his arm lazily thrown around her waist. Tears threatened to fall, as she continued to read the countless comments.

She sat there for a good five minutes reading the comments, before she choked out a sob. She covered her mouth, trying to contain the noise.

Moments later she feels Jamie stir awake, a worried expression on his face, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” She shook her head, as she couldn’t get words out.

Jamie looked into the girls eyes, pulling her into his embrace, tears began streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around the defenseman as she began speaking, “They’re all so mean Jamie. Why do they have to be so mean?”

Jamie pulled away from Y/n, bringing his hand up to wipe away the tears that fell, “Who, sweet girl?”

Y/n sucked in a breath, trying to regain her composure looking up at the man sat beside her, “Everyone in my comments, Jamie. They’re saying the meanest things imaginable.”

Once she was finally able to gain her composure back, she passed the phone that was now sat beside her to Jamie. His eyes scanned over the comments, his mouth agape.

As his eyes continued to pass over the comments his jaw tightened. He put the phone aside, his eyes making their way to his girlfriend, “Baby, none of that is true. I can’t do better, you are all i need. Please believe that.”

Y/n simply nodded, despite the thoughts that conjured within her. Her mind was racing, a thousand thoughts per second, as Jamie pulled her into a tender kiss.

“We’ll be alright, i’ll fix this, sweetheart. I promise.”

jamie.drysdale

jamie.drysdale: the girl i’ve been in love with since i was 16. the girl who’s stuck by my side through everything. MY girl. i love you with everything i have to offer, you’re my reason for doing everything i do. y/n y/l/n you are forever my girl.

tagged: yourusername

liked by yourusername, trevorzegras, and others

comments on this post have been limited.

200 follower celly!

find my navigation, here

check out my nhl masterlist, here

236 notes · View notes