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ijustdontlikepeople · 6 months
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TREVORJAMIE x Internet (a special nhl x internet) bc they’re back
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mrpldiddles · 5 days
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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
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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.
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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😭😭😭
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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
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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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adelphenium · 3 months
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Hey! can we get a little jamie + trevor for the soul now that the flyers have once again broken my heart by separating two in love besties 🫠
As they say Philly is where gay love goes to die 💔
I absolutely adore your art by the way!! It makes me smile whenever I see it on my dash ❤️
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normally i try to get to my reqs in order but OUGH.......... this one... my heart goes out to all the tzjd + ducks fans everywhere :,( </3
wishing jamie d all the best in philly💓
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myaswriting · 1 year
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oh baby !
dad!trevor zegras x black!fem!reader
friends to lovers to parents
warnings: swearing, kissing, baby, talk of birth, pregnancy, young pregnancy. young parents, traditional parents (of reader), references to smut no actual smut
author’s note: hello everyone. i’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive i had emergency surgery last week so i’ve been dealing with recovery as well as the days leading up to it i was very sick. but!! here is some dad trevor to brighten the day!! i hope you guys enjoy.
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trevor was always a goofball. he never took anything serious. this became a problem as he got older. he knew when he was very talkative and liked to crack jokes. he was amazing at it after all. he knew he could get out of anything by simply just, talking or telling a few one liners to save the day.
you not so much. you were dramatic, sue me. you worried about everything. it was in your nature. trevor was never careful. he was never aware of how serious things can get. you solved problems with reason and strategy. you never had a reason to not stress.
trevor was your best friend. the only man you’ll ever let that close to you. you were childhood friends who did everything together. of course you had your girl friends that you loved dearly, but trevor was your soulmate.
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september 2019 - Boston University
you loved rainy days. you would spend all day watching movies or even reading. rainy days made you feel zen, at peace.
today was not one of those days.
you sat on the cold tile floor, makeup smeared, and tears lining the brim of your eyes. you couldn’t breathe. this couldn’t be happening.
it was one time. one fucking time.
you shakily lift the third pregnancy test you’ve taken today.
= pregnant
“fuck, this can’t be real,” you sob holding the stick close to you. you shake breathing in trying to hold your sobs in.
it was nearly twelve in the morning and you had class early. you really hope you don’t wake up your roommate but you really can’t stop sobbing. you have only been here for 3 weeks and you already fucked up. you parents were going to kill you. there was no doubt about it. the worst part of this all was the fact that you had to tell trevor.
oh trevor…
you slowly stand up from the floor and set the stick down. you open the bathroom door to see your roommate kayla staring ar you with worry in her tired eyes.
“hey babe what’s going on,” she quietly asks with a hoarse voice from sleeping.
you sniffle before hugging her. “i’m pregnant,” you sob breaking down once again. she gasps and pulls you back.
“y/n, what?” she looks up with wide eyes. you bite your lip nervously handing her the pregnancy test. she looks down at it and sucks in a breath. “it’s trevor’s?” she questions.
you had told her about your little sex adventures with your hometown best friend, not even thinking about the consequences of having raw sex. raw sex with your best friend. raw sex with someone you’re going to lose… your heart breaks at the idea of telling trevor. you don’t even want to tell anyone. you felt trapped and scared.
“he’s.going. to hate me,” you sob in broken sentences. the pounding in your head gets louder the more you cry.
kayla grabs your hands and holds them tightly. she looks into your eyes and tells you a story about her mom. you knew from over the summer and talking to her that her mother was 17 when she had her first child. things weren’t easy but she did it.
“you are so strong, trevor is a good guy,” she smiles softly holding your jaw lovingly. “he’s still your best friend, just talk to him,”
little did she know that the friend ship sailed away months ago after you started hooking up.
y/n
can we meet for lunch?
trev &lt;3
yeah ofc meet me at frankie’s?
y/n
yeah 11:45 don’t be late
trev <;3
yes ma’am 🫡
you chew your nails waiting for trevor at the cafe near campus. you look out the window and see trevor walking towards the building. he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. god he looked so good.
trevor makes his way inside and looks for you. he smiles when he sees you sitting there. you try to cover up the fact that you’re nervous as fuck. he makes it to the table and sits down across from you smiling.
“hey cutie,” he says fixing his beanie.
“hi,” you say quickly avoiding eye contact with him.
he frowns looking at you with confusion. you were never this quiet. sure you were not as loud as trevor. no one was. but you were chatty around people who made you happy. this was odd. this wasn’t you.
“y/n what’s wrong,” he frowns deeper heart beating out of his chest. were you mad at him? was he in trouble?
you sigh feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes. you shakily breathe in and out before looking him in the eyes. “i’m going to tell you something z, you have to promise you won’t get mad,” you say holding back tears.
“yeah, yeah. of course. what’s going on?”
trevor feels sick. what could she possibly have to say. the first thing he thinks of is that you have a boyfriend and you have to stop fucking. that thought quickly brought a sour taste to his mouth. he felt a huge tang of jealousy hit his chest. no other man should have their hands on you. you were his.
you slowly lift up your purse pulling out the three tests setting them on the table. he sucks in a breath, eyes wide looking at the blue and white device on the table.
“are these…” he whispers lifting one up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. you bite the inside of your cheek nervous.
“yeah, they’re m-mine,” you whisper holding back sobs.
he feels his heart swell up with something. happiness? pride? love? he couldn’t pin point it. this was news that he never thought he’d hear, but he wasn’t one bit mad about it.
“please say something,”
“baby this.. this is crazy,” he smiles looking at you.
“what..?” you breathe a shaky teary laugh.
trevor gets up and moves into the booth with you. he grabs you and pulls you into him kissing your head a million times.
“we can do this. no, we will do this.”
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april 2020
you make your way through the halls of yours and trevor’s shared apartment. waddling your way through the days. as covid 19 was taking the world by storm you and trevor have had nothing but one on one time. talking, singing, rapping, reading, you name it. anything to your belly. after 3 months into your pregnancy trevor took you out on a real date and asked you to be his official girlfriend.
your parents were not thrilled with the news. they called you all kinds of names and made you feel extremely small and stupid. they told you that if you dropped out of school they’d disown you. they even went on to say that they don’t know if they can be in your life if you choose to keep the baby and not give it up for adoption. you have cried and cried about your parents not being excepting. you worried day and night about them. heart broken at the fact they didn’t want anything to do with you.
julie and gary have been nothing but loving and supportive. they were scared at first. worried how this would affect trevor’s future. but after getting drafted they no longer worried. they knew their son could take care of you. he was a good man, he takes care of his siblings in ways that made you feel safe knowing he was going to be the father of your child.
your pregnancy was fairly easy you had little trouble. you dealt with little morning sickness and even went to the gym with trevor as often as you could.
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july 21, 2020, dylan mae zegras arrives.
8lbs 3oz, 23 inches long. a perfect baby girl. she came quick and dramaticly.
you were watching tv in the living room waiting for trevor to get home. you were slowly packing things up for the big move to anaheim. you felt wettness pool in your pants. you groan thinking it was probably sweat from being 9 months pregnant and sitting with a heated blanket. you stand up slowly feeling a contraction hit you like a truck.
“no, no, no,” you cry holding your belly. “this can’t be happening,” you cry out walking towards the kitchen. you unlock your phone and call trevor. he was at weight training and wouldn’t be home for another hour.
“hello,” you hear him on the other line. just as you were about to speak another contraction hits, harder. “baby are you okay?”
you whimper out a “it’s happening,”
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kiki-inthehoodie · 3 months
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Alexa play "happiest year" by Jaymes Young 😭
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offside-the-lines · 3 months
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I cant stop thinking about how they told jamie IN NASHVILLE so he has like none of the stuff he didn’t pack for the roadie.
And like, who’s gonna pack for him when they get back? Trevor. Obviously
But he’s so so bad. Jamie opens up the packages Trevor sent. It’s mostly shoes. Half of which arent even HIS shoes. And like t-shirts.
And jamie is like what the fuck trevor. I need my underwear and socks. AND A WINTER COAT.
And trevor is like why dont you just buy new ones. And jamie is grumpy.
So trevor just online shops for the next week or so. Sending so so many packages to whereever jamies staying (beezer’s frat house or cam york’s place) and beezer/york’s wife is SO over it.
And the worst part is, jamie get THIS ORANGE MONCLER MONSTROSITY in the mail. And its so hideous. But trevor picked it out for him. And its the only winter cost he has. So he wears it and gets chirped to fucking hell and back every morning he shows up to training.
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byramsjosty · 1 year
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z on rooming with jamie + jamie ditching him in their rookie year
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samuelbennett · 2 months
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but can you imagine the next time the ducks play the flyers? can you stand the sight of trevor playing against a jamie in new, darker colors? will jamie think of what he left behind in california? right.
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animalnarratives · 5 months
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is this a safe enough space to discuss trevor zegras/girl jamie drysdale stoned sex
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owchar1ie · 3 months
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someone write an angst fic abt jamie crying on tevors shoulder on the rooftop
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ijustdontlikepeople · 3 months
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“Nobody knows-“ “Everybody knows”
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inejghafawifesblog · 3 months
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okay i’m MAYBE done for the night…i need to mourn and continue to cry as i read my comfort trevorjamie fluff ao3 fics
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adelphenium · 7 months
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so i hadn't drawn these 2 before but @hard4softthings mentioned trevor/jamie in my notes and i wanted to try!!
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incorrect-nhl · 1 year
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Jamie Drysdale, coming down the stairs: Is something burning?
Trevor Zegras, leaning seductively across the counter: Just my desire for you *winks*
Jamie Drysdale: Trevor the toaster is on fire
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kiki-inthehoodie · 3 months
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Pls join me in my belief that tz is probably in Philly rn being babied by JD and keeping their love alive at least for the next 6-8 weeks
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offside-the-lines · 3 months
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I’m Sorry, We’re Out Of Time
A/N: I just had to get this out of my brain or I won’t be doing ANYTHING ELSE this week. Truly wrote this on my phone over the past hour or so. Not proofread or edited. I have no idea if it even makes any sense. Also no titles. Fucking I don’t know. IT’S A MONDAY. JESUS. It’s around 800 words. Edit: just found out he was already in nashville with the team and didnt fly out until the following morning but *hand wave* narratives. (Also posted on AO3)
About: Jamie’s trade, unsaid and said words, inner turmoil, angst and sadness
Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Trevor Zegras
Jamie always meant to tell Trevor that he loved him. Always thought he would have the time. Time for what? He doesn’t really know. Time to find the right words, he guesses? The perfect words. Words that will make Trevor know that he wasn’t joking. Something Trevor won’t just laugh off. Time to figure out their future together.
He plays with his phone in his lap as he sits in the back of the Uber, stuck in the Monday afternoon traffic near LAX.
His phone starts to vibrate in his hand and he doesn’t need to look to know who it is. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, letting his head drop back onto the headrest.
Click. He hears the call connect but doesn’t know what to say.
He hears the shallow breathing on the other end of the phone. A sharp intake of breath. A “Jamie?” whispered through a cracking voice.
In all the years he has known Trevor, he has never heard him quiet. Even the silent treatment, Trevor did loudly. This quiet unsettles him.
He let out a shaking breath. “Yeah, Z.”
“I — I saw — Is it true? You are — oh god — Are you?” His voice getting impossibly quieter.
In the back of a Prius, Jamie feels his chest clench painfully and thought for a second that if he had a heart attack, he probably wouldn’t have to leave. Philly probably won’t want someone who gets heart attacks over a teammate sounding impossibly sad.
He can breathe. He can swallow down his own heartbreak. Yeah, that he can do; be there for Trevor. “Yeah, Trev.”
“FUCK!”
The sudden change in pitch makes Jamie jump so high he almost hits his head on the roof.
Before Trevor could say anything else — Jamie knew if Trevor asked to see him, he would break — Jamie gently offers, “They already picked me up in an Uber. I’m on my way to LAX right now. I’m sorry. I wish I could have told you earlier. I’m sorry. It just all happened so fast.” He feels his voice catch in the back of his throat; he tries to swallow the lump down without success.
Through the phone, he hears Trevor sniffle. “Oh.” His voice is so small that Jamie can only guess that’s what he said before a small muffled sob trickles through.
Jamie clenches his fist so tight he thinks he might break his hand. What’s another injury anyway. He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything; just focusing on his breathing while trying his hardest not to hear whatever sounds Trevor was making. Trying not to think.
He’s not sure how long they sit in silence when the driver lets him know they were almost there.
“Hey, Z? We’re pulling up to the airport so I’m going to have to hang up soon. We’ll still talk all the time okay? Like in the summer. It’ll be okay.”
“Yeah?” Jamie tries not to hear the wobble in his voice
“Yeah, bud. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
Trevor lets out a weak snort, injects fake levity into this voice. “Yeah. You’re stuck with me too. Hey, I’ll see you in Mexico right?”
Jamie hums his agreement even though he doesn’t know if he will be able to do it. To see Trevor again after all this. He’s almost glad the Ducks have already played almost their games against the Flyers this year.
They sit in silence for a little while longer as Jamie watches the car pull into the terminal.
“Hey Trev —” he starts.
“Jamie, I love you,” Trevor whispers, quiet but no shake in his voice.
Jamie feels all the air leave his lungs. He almost chokes on his own tongue. His head spins as he slams his eyes shut. The blood rushing in his ears drowning out the sound of his Uber driver throwing the car in park and getting out to grab his bags.
This motherfucker always has the worst timing, Jamie thinks, panic welling up. There isn’t time for Jamie to dissect what he means by that. If Trevor means that like—
There isn’t time for Jamie to decide what his plan A is. Or Plan B. Or—
There isn’t time for anything.
So he just does what he always does. “Yeah, Z. Duh. Love you too, bud. I’ll see you soon yeah? We just pulled in and I gotta go.”
“Oh yeah, for sure. Have a good flight, I guess. Send me a pic or whatever,” Trevor says.
“Yeah you too. Um, later, dude.”
“Yeah,” Trevor says, “bye Jamie.”
And the line goes dead.
Jamie slams his head on the head rest and lets out a choked scream. “Fuck,” he says to no one as he steps out into the tepid early evening air outside LAX.
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