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#jamie oleksiak x reader
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i won't say (i'm in love)
pairing: jamie oleksiak x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: sickness, swearing, vince dunn is an asshole,
summary: 4+1. the four times everyone else knew you and jamie liked each other and the one time you both figured it out yourselves
word count: 2.8k
a/n: 1. shoutout to my bestfriend for the title (i was shook). 2. this was written for @antoineroussel winter fic exchange. My giftee is @jxmieoleksiaks it was an honor to get to write for you! I hope you enjoy the fic!
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[1.]
Your best friend pointed it out first. 
Jamie was going home for Christmas. You were bummed when he first told you he’d be back in Canada for the break, but you knew not all of your friends could stick around for the holidays. Not everyone in your life was born and raised in Seattle, unfortunately. 
“You’ll be at the game on the 22nd right?” he asked. 
“Don’t I come to all the home games?” You teased. You were a season ticket holder after all.
When Seattle got a hockey team, you were quick to snatch up season tickets thankful to finally have a professional team in your hometown. You never thought you’d end up friends with one of the players–actually multiple players thanks to Jamie dragging you to just about every Kraken function in the last three years. At the beginning of this season, Jamie insisted he give you one of his free tickets to the home games so that you wouldn’t have to pay for tickets, but you declined. 
“Do you think you could take me to the airport after?”
A frown tugged at the corners of your lips. Because, no you really didn’t want to take him to the airport. You wanted your best friend to stay in Seattle with you for the holidays.
“Sure Jame,” you answered. 
“You’re the best,” Jamie sighed. “Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?”
The team had just gotten back from a roadie. You were settling into bed when Jamie called, him doing the same. You hadn’t seen him for a week. You did text every day, and you facetimed once after a rough game. He also called you twice, once because he was bored on his day off and the other one because you got off work late and wanted to be on the phone with someone while you walked from your office to your car. 
“Yes! I work in the morning, but my evening is free.”
“We’ve got optional morning practice so I’ll probably go to that tomorrow. Come over after work?”
Not that anyone could see, but you had the biggest grin on your face. “Sounds like a plan.”
Almost immediately after hanging up with Jamie, one of your girlfriends called. You’d been promising to hang out with her for the last two weeks but neither of your schedules had lined up.
“Ok we need to do something before Christmas. Give me the days you’re free.”
“Tonight and the 23rd,” you answered her.
“Dammit!” She swore. “I’m free tomorrow and the 22nd.” 
“Jamie and I just planned to hang out tomorrow. And by just planned I mean literally I got off the phone with him not even a minute before you called.”
“Ugh,” she grunted. “Fuck him. Oh wait… you’re trying to right?”
You giggled nervously. “Shut up.”
“You’re probably hanging out with him on the 22nd too huh?”
“There’s a game that night and then I’m taking him to the airport after.”
“Oooh taking him to the airport… that’s a big step Y/N.”
Even though she couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes at her. “I’ve taken him to the airport multiple times.”
“Yeah you suckered yourself into being his ride. It starts with just one quick offer and then pretty soon it’s just a given that you’ll be taking them.” 
“And then they leave you two years later for their intern?” It was a low blow but you didn’t mean it in a hurtful manner, nor did she take it that way. She’d gone through the grieving process of her last boyfriend dumping her and immediately getting with his intern and now you were able to joke about what an asshole he was.
“Exactly!”
“Good thing me and Jamie aren’t dating then,” you added.
“You could be though. It’s pretty obvious you two like each other as more than just friends.”
You decided to change the subject. “What are you doing on the 24th?”
[2.]
Penny pointed it out next.
Jamie’s family was at the game. You recognized Penny almost instantly, it’s not every day a multiple Olympic medalist goes to a Seattle Kraken game– that and you’d been with Jamie on a few occasions when he’d FaceTimed her. It took you a minute to recognize his parents, but you’d seen photos of them at Jamie’s place and on his phone and figured the two people walking with Penny had to be them.
You didn’t hesitate to introduce yourself when Penny joined you at the glass, likely waiting for the team to come out for warmups.
“You’re Jamie’s sister right?” You asked. You held your hand out, giving her a big smile. “I’m Y/N. Jamie’s best friend.”
“I thought you looked familiar,” she said and shook your hand. “Nice jersey. I’m sure it gives Jame an ego boost to see you in it,” she teased.
“He won’t let me wear anyone else’s number. Says it goes against the best friend code.”
Penny rolled her eyes with a laugh.
“So, what are you doing here? Jamie said he was going home for Christmas.”
“We wanted to surprise him. He comes home every year. It’s about time we go to him.”
“Hey Pen.” Jamie’s mom had met you both at the glass, smiling at you the whole time. 
“Hey mom. This is Y/N,” Penny introduced for you.
You swore his mom’s smile got bigger. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Jamie’s so grateful for your friendship. I’m Allison.” She stuck her hand out and you shook it.
“Jamie’s gonna be so excited to see you guys.”
And he was. When Jamie saw the four of you at the glass during warmups, his smile grew ten times its original size.
“Hey, come find us after the game, ok? We’re gonna hang out and wait for Jame and you should stay and hang out too.” Penny asked, just as they were all about to make their way back to their seats as the game was about to start.
“I will. I’m technically his ride anyway,” You laughed. “I was supposed to take him to the airport tonight.” 
When you’d met up with everyone after the game, Jamie insisted you come back to his place with him and hang out even longer. And you couldn’t tell him no when he practically begged you to come over. 
After their parents went to bed, Jamie suggested a movie night with you and Penny. Except thirty minutes into the movie he laid his head down on you like he did during most movie nights and it wasn’t long before he had fallen asleep.
“You can’t tell him I told you this but he totally has a thing for you,” Penny spilled suddenly.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You think so?” you asked, glancing down at the man in question asleep with his head on your lap.
“I don’t just think, I know so. You should give it a shot.”
Your cheeks felt warm at her words. Jamie was your best friend, but of course you always wondered if there was something more there. There was for you, but you never wanted to put your friendship in jeopardy by admitting it. 
“I know you like him too,” Penny added. 
And maybe she was right.
[3.]
Schultzy nagged Jamie about it for weeks. 
“Come on man,” Schultz groaned, eyeing you across the room. “You mean to tell me you haven’t hit that once?”
They were all at the new years team party. You were busy chatting with a few of the girlfriends that had come tonight. Jamie figured you must’ve just been complimented on your outfit tonight as you had glanced down at yourself and turned side to side just slightly, showing off more of the attire.
Jamie shook his head. “And don’t say it like that. Have some respect, man,” Jamie scolded.
Justin put his hands up. “Sorry.”
“So can I hit that?” Vince teased.
Jamie glared at him. “No. And not because I like her, but because she deserves better than some horny hockey guy.”
“It was a joke,” he defended.
“It wasn’t funny.”
Vince nodded his head. “Sorry. You’re right.”
“And you’re positive you don’t like her?” Justin asked. 
“We’re just friends,” Jamie swore. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you though, and the guys he was sitting with caught on.
— —
It was the same during warmups when Jamie had caught your eye. You hardly ever missed warmies during home games and it had now become part of Jamie’s routine to skate by you and place his hand on the glass, you doing the same. It started as a high five, but your hands began lingering longer and longer each time.
“If you don’t like her, why do you always look at her with those lovey dovey eyes?” Schultz chirped, giving Jamie a slight check when he had skated away from you.
“I don’t,” Jamie defended.
Schultz rolled his eyes.
“I don’t!” Jamie yelled after Justin as he skated off.
— —
“Hey, drinks at my place tonight.” Brandon caught Jamie just as he was leaving the rink. 
“Sorry man. I can’t tonight. Y/N’s got car troubles.”
Jamie was on his way to pick you up. You’d had a bad day at work, but the icing on the cake was that your car wouldn’t start so you were stranded there. You called him in a fit just shortly after he’d gotten to the locker room.
“Ditching us for Y/N again?” Schultz asked, throwing his arm around Jamie’s shoulder. “You’re sure you don’t like her?” 
Jamie rolled his eyes. “Let it go.”
“Dude, you’re ditching out on guys night for her. It’s pretty obvious you like her as more than just a friend.”
“She had a bad day, man. I’d do the same for you if you had a bad day. If you were having car troubles, I’d come jump ya, or pick you up.”
Schultz snorted. “Yeah ok. Even if that was true, you gotta admit that it’s different with her.”
And Jamie didn’t want to admit it, but he knew that was true.
[4.]
It was Jamie’s mom who actually got him thinking about it though. Of course it had crossed his mind multiple times and he always felt some pang of guilt when he told his friends he didn’t like you like that. He felt jealous when guys would flirt with you, extra jealous if it was guys on his team. 
Whenever you two were alone, he sometimes wondered if there was something more there than just friends. He tried not to let the thought overwhelm him though.
“So, why do you want my soup recipe again?” Allison asked.
“Y/N is sick. I was gonna make it for her and bring it over.”
“Are you two dating yet?”
“No,” Jamie laughed. “No, Ma. Just friends.”
“Your dad says you look at her the way he looks at me.”
Jamie smiled to himself. “She’s my best friend though. What if I go for it and it doesn’t work out? I don’t want to risk our friendship.”
“What if you go for it, and it works out better than you ever expected?” she countered.
“So that soup recipe?” Jamie changed the subject.
Allison wouldn’t let him. “How many of your friends would make you homemade chicken soup when you’re not feeling well?”
“Y/N would,” Jamie answered quickly. “Oh.” He realized then what his mom was hinting at. Maybe there was something there. Something more.
“It’s obvious to everyone else, but oblivious to you two,” Allison laughed. “Alright. You got a pen ready to write this down?”
When his mom has finished repeating the recipe, Jamie brought up something he never thought he’d ask, or at least didn’t think he’d ask so soon. “Hey Ma… when did you know that you were falling for dad?” 
— —
[+1.]
The knock startled you. Even though you weren’t expecting anyone, you knew who it was before you even opened the door.
“Hey,” you rasped.
“Hey,” Jamie greeted with a smile. “Brought ya somethin’” he said, holding out the large container. “Made it this afternoon. It’s my mom’s recipe.”
You tried to get out a thank you, but started coughing before you could. You turned away from Jamie, coughing into your elbow. Your chest hurt, your head ached, being sick was absolutely the worst.
“You don’t have to stay,” you said when Jamie closed the door behind him and toed his shoes off. 
“I want to.”
“I don’t want to get you sick.”
“I’m not worried about that.”
You laid down on the couch, pulling your blanket over you. You’d spent most of your day in the same position you were currently in, that was after you had slept until almost 2pm. 
“Are you hungry? I can warm up some soup for you,” Jamie asked. He frowned at you in your miserable state. His heart ached.
“Ok,” you said. “But only if you eat some too.” 
“Deal,” Jamie chuckled. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“I’ll be here.” You tried to smile at him, but couldn’t muster up much. Damn flu. 
Five minutes later he was back with two bowls of warmed soup. 
You groaned as you sat up. Your whole body ached and from nothing in particular, just the flu bug you’d caught that had run rampant through you. You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, but still shivered. You’d had a hard time staying warm all day, although the fever would beg to differ.
Jamie placed both bowls on the coffee table and then sat down beside you.
“Seriously, Jame. As much as I want you here, the team will kill me if you get sick.”
Jamie chuckled. “Nah. They’ll kill me for being careless and irresponsible.”
“Exactly! And I like you alive. I don’t know how I’d function with you dead.”
“I’m not gonna get sick. Eat your soup.”
“You’re so demanding,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him.
Jamie handed you the bowl when you were all situated. You hummed around the first bite; the hot broth soothed your sore throat and warmed you right up. And the taste was delicious. You could tell it was his mom’s recipe as it felt like home with every bite you took.
“Wanna watch a movie?” You suggested. Jamie wasn’t going to leave—you didn’t exactly want him to anyway— so you might as well make the most of him being there. 
“Sure. Is it still my turn to pick or do you get to this time since you’re sick?” You could never come to an agreement on who picked the movie whenever you’d hung out so you made a deal to just switch off every time. It worked a lot better than anything else you’d tried—which included everything from rock paper scissors to whoever’s house you were at.
“Rules are rules. You pick.”
You grabbed another blanket from your bedroom as Jamie found a movie to watch. You laid down with your head on the armrest and Jamie sat roughly in the middle, letting you rest your legs across his lap. You had one blanket to yourself but shared the second one you’d brought out and you both settled in for the show.
You were nearly asleep when Jamie cleared his throat. You turned to look at him just as he asked, “Hey, do you ever think of us as more than just friends?” 
He hoped you couldn’t feel the way he was physically shaking as he asked the question. Little did you know that he’d tried to ask it about a million times since coming over. He’d played it over and over in his head, what words he was going to use, how to phrase it, when the perfect moment to ask it would be, how you would respond, if you felt the same way, and if this would change everything for you both. So yeah, he was shaking and terrified.
But to his surprise, you seemed totally calm as you responded. “Often, yeah. Do you?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You know other people think of us that way too? Like they think we should be a couple ya know.”
You laughed softly. “Yeah, I know.”
“How come you’ve never brought it up?”
You sat up from the couch, your legs still thrown across Jamie’s lap. “Truthfully, I didn’t think you liked me as more than a friend. Well, until Penny brought it up when she was here for Christmas, that you did like me more than that. Since then I’ve wanted to ask but just been too nervous to I guess,” you shrugged.
Jamie nodded, taking a few seconds to process your words. “So do you like me more than just a friend?” 
He was suddenly so shy. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, Jame. I have for a while.”
Jamie smiled too. “Y/N, when you’re feeling better, will you go on a date with me?” 
“I would love to.”
His smile only got bigger. “You have no idea how bad I wanna kiss you right now. But I’m not going to because I know you won’t let me, because you’re sick.” 
You laughed. “You’re exactly right. That too is just going to have to wait until I’m feeling better.”
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puckmaidens · 11 months
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If you are taking requests.....can I request anything soft and fluffy with Oleksiak or Seguin helping the reader with depressive episode?
Better Days - Jamie Oleksiak x fem!reader x Tyler Seguin
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WC: .7k
Y/N was exhausted, and both Jamie and Tyler being gone didn't help. Sleep was difficult to come by since the playoffs started but definitely with Seattle and Dallas playing each other for a Western Conference Final spot.
Y/N was torn for a multitude of reasons but the biggest one was leaving the house. Her meltdowns and random irritations made being there for both boys hard.
Why am I not strong enough to get up and go see them at the game? None of the other Better Halves struggle like this, they show up and out. Their minds didn't hate them so much that getting out of bed was the hardest thing all day.
She hadn't slept or left the house in weeks, and basic things like bathing and eating were Herculean efforts, and more times then not getting in the shower didn't happen.
She missed them both, but she couldn't call them. Too much was at stake for them, Jamie on a new team making it to playoffs and Tyler making a deep run with the Stars.
I’m only one call away, Superman got nothing on me
Her phone basically stayed attached to the charger unless Y/N was listening to music to fall asleep to. Her laundry was reaching a critical mass and the smell was overwhelming. Even being awake was too overwhelming some days.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow...
Y/N let the phone ring, body finally shutting down for sleep.
The door opens and Jamie walks in to find his (and Tyler's) girlfriend fast asleep and distraught in her sleep.
"You take care of us, so let us take care of you, baby. I'll call Tyler and do your laundry. Don't worry, we'll make up for lost time."
"Segs. She's not doing good, found her asleep in her apartment and everything is a mess. I need your help."
"Rig, I'm on my way. Anything for both of you. I'll grab food too. How did we miss this? Y/N, baby we're gonna make sure you're ok. Ok?" Tyler's voice gets soft as he hangs up the phone.
Jamie starts doing Y/N's laundry, sorting out clothes and in-between loads finding out what food was there.
The door swings open and Jamie hears Tyler's footsteps before feeling him bump into Jamie.
"Is babydoll still sleeping? I've got food and some stuff. Soap, laundry detergent, new pjs."
"Out cold, couldn't even get her blanket off her. I checked her temperature and it seems normal. You can go and try to wake her. Ty?"
"Yeah, Jame?"
"You have a plan? I don't think she's going to without a fight. Or without help." Tyler nods, setting his haul down.
"I'll carry her to the bathroom and you'll start the bath. She needs both of us right now. You think the laundry will finish by then?" Jamie drops the last load of laundry in, adds detergent and gets it running.
"Let's go take care of her."
Y/N wakes up to the smell of lavender and arms around her.
"Mmm hi? Aren't y'all supposed to be with the team?"
"Baby, you weren't picking up. Nobody could reach you. We had to use our keys, why didn't you tell us things were getting bad?"
"You both were so busy and I didn't want to be a burden or too much. You both have been working so hard and I didn't want to bog you down with my problems."
Tyler presses a kiss to Y/N's forehead and Jamie pulls her into his chest.
"You are our baby, our partner. Taking care of you is never a burden. We will love you even when things feel hard. Ty and I will make sure you know we love you every day."
The night wanes on with both boys helping you finish your bath, Tyler scrubbing Y/N's arms and Jamie washing her hair.
The bed is heavy with Tyler pressing your neck to his shoulders and Jamie spooning you from the back.
Everyday isn't perfect, but with both of them loving you, it's at least better even when the dark days arrive.
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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year
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Tangled Sheets, Tangled Lips
jamie oleksiak x fem!reader
warnings: smut
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The loud moans and whines coming from you and Jamie eliminate the silence that usually fills your bedroom in the morning of Jamie’s off days.
You’re not sure how it started. It might’ve been because you both went to sleep naked from the hours spent tangled in sheets, pulling orgasm after orgasm from each other, so your naked bodies were pressed tightly against each other in the morning. Maybe it’s because Jamie has wandering hands, and a wandering mouth that couldn’t help but suck on your nipples. Even if all the desire was put out last night, Jamie knew how to spark it up again.
So here you both are, having glorious morning sex. Jamie had already orgasmed, being that he’s always extra sensitive in the morning. You’ve yet to have your first, but you’re enjoying the softness of it all.
Jamie’s large body hovered over your small one, his hands holding onto the headboard as he kept thrusting into you. Every time he thrust back into you, you couldn’t help but moan because it felt so fucking good, and because you knew he was fucking his cum back into you.
You hand one arm wrapped around his neck, that hand buried in his hair while the other hand was clawing down his back.
“Fuck, Jame. You feel so good,” you whimper out. He just kisses your neck in response.
You could feel his mushroom tip glide against your slick walls, causing you to clench down on him.
“You’re so wet,” Jamie comments and leans his forehead down on yours.
“Only for you,” you say in a whine as Jamie slows his thrusts and hits your sweet spot.
“Right there, baby,” you continue.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers in your ear.
The slow, meaningful rhythm of his hips allows him to reach places you didn’t even know were possible. Your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head, your mouth open and silent moans coming out.
He dips his head down to envelope one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks softly, but the wet sensation has you arching your back, making Jamie lift his body away from yours.
You’re still laying down, but Jamie is on his knees, grabbing hold of your hips that keep lifting and starts pounding into you.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, fuck. Jamie, I’m almost there,” you practically shout.
“I know, baby. I can feel you squeezing. Come on cum for me,” he moans out.
Your walls keep pulsating around his cock and it drives him crazy, making his thrusts relentlessness.
“I’m cumming!” You moan, throwing your head back and tensing up.
Your mixed juices start leaking down his balls, and he has to refrain from pounding into you again.
Jamie knows you’re up in the clouds, so he lays his body on yours and starts kissing along your neck and jaw.
“I love you,” you whisper, hands carding through his sweaty hair.
“I love you more,” Jamie says against your lips before he’s kissing the life out of you.
For a while you both engage in an intense makeout. It’s slow, but it’s messy. You let your tongues dance together and bite at each other’s lips, hands even started wandering again.
“No more. I don’t think I can even function right now,” you let out with a chuckle, feeling the soreness in all your muscles.
“How about a warm bath?” He asks, face pressed against the skin of your neck.
“You have to carry me.”
“Deal!”
a/n: I love Jamie and I had this random idea, so enjoy!!!
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butgilinsky · 1 year
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seizing the moment // jo
warning; mutual pining and two dummies that can't get it together, fluff, i probably cursed at some point bc it's me
summary; The winter season is lonely without anyone to wake up beside. It's also the time where friends realize they might be lovers after all.
word count; 3k+
this is for @antoineroussel 's winter fic exchange! I'm sorry it's so late but I hope you like it @typical-simplelove <3 it only has the smallest bit of angst since it's mutual pining but I promise I gave you a happy ending
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The longer you sat on the sofa, the more you wanted to leave. The cushions were comfortable enough but being tucked in the corner of a couch filled with people happily chatting beside you was deafening. Nobody was speaking to you and to be fair, you weren’t engaging in any coverations. It’s exactly how you saw the night being panned out; the exact reason you gave to your roommate when she begged you to come. These were her friends and while you knew a few of their names, you were sick of hearing them all talk about work and school. 
It was no secret that you were going through a rough patch. Brought on by the many wonders that life throws at you, the year was turning out to be a major disappointment. Your room that would normally be lined with tinsel with a tall tree tucked in the corner stood barren. The clothes scattered across the floor was a reflection of your brain that never seemed to stop. Being the first winter without your family was hard, and while Amber thought she was doing you a favor by dragging you out, she was doing the opposite. 
After promising you to stick by your side as much as she could possibly manage, she disappeared within the first few minutes of you being here. Getting out was the only goal at this point. Getting off of this sofa and into your own bed. 
The sound of the door opening and shutting was muffled by the endless conversations happening throughout the room. Your focus was set on the end of the hallway that led to the door, anxiously waiting for your saving grace. 
When he walked in your eyes lit up, feet practically propelling you off of the couch and over to him. He saw you just a moment after you had but he’s quick to welcome you into his embrace. His arms wrap around you naturally and you’re enveloped in the warmth that is Jamie. He was your favorite blanket every day of the year and he was proud to be so. 
“You okay?” All it takes is a quick nod from you and he’s heading back towards the same door he entered through, this time with your hand in his. You don’t bother to tell Amber goodbye, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to stay with you longer than it would’ve taken her to find the restroom. Jamie doesn’t question where she is or even look for her as he beelines for the door. 
It’s not until he’s pressed the button to the elevator that you let out a deep breath. He looks at you with his soft eyes before wrapping you in his arms once again. The silence is comforting, something you’re used to with Jamie. In all of your years of knowing him you’d never recalled an awkward silence between the two of you. Even sitting across awkward family dinner tables together, you managed to crack smiles and nudge each other out of sight from any angry relatives. 
Jamie had been your best friend for longer than you could remember. He was the one that walked you home from school until your parents rounded up the money to buy you a car. School dances were always attended together, hand in hand. When your boyfriend broke up with you because he didn’t want to be “held down in college” Jamie was the one that showed up on his doorstep and told him what an idiot he was. It was always the two of you, no questions asked. Regardless of how many times people asked if there was anything beneath the surface, the answer was always the same. 
We’re just friends. 
It stung every time. Any time he dropped you off and walked you all the way to the door, coming inside to greet your parents more often than not, your lips burned in anticipation. You waited for the day he ducked his head down just enough to press his lips against yours. Kissing Jamie was everything you wanted and more. More so because of what it meant for the two of you. 
Being with your best friend in every way you wanted to be would’ve been every dream come true. Waking up beside him and cooking meals together was something you’d thought about for years. Holidays were already spent together, you already knew practically everything about each other, and there was no earthly way you’d ever grow sick of Jamie Oleksiak. 
Throughout the years you’d seen him fall in love. It was painful for you, hearing all of the wonderful things he said about every girl he liked. His feelings were so pure, and his words were strung together so beautifully. It was no secret that it was an honor to be loved by this man. Any eyelash and coin tossed down a well had the same wish wrapped around it. 
As long as he was happy. 
That’s what kept you going. After all this time and all the things you’ve felt, it was his happiness that kept you grounded. If he was happy with whatever her name was, then so be it. They were nice most of the time, and so it wasn’t so hard to put up with them. If they made him happy then they could stay the remainder of their trip. 
It never lasted long though. Jamie gave them a year, maybe two if they were lucky. Long enough to impact you but not long enough for Jamie to mourn them too terribly. He seemed to move on quickly, quicker than you expected him to the first few times. You figured it was just his way of getting back to himself and starting over. 
There hadn’t been a day that he’d known you that he hadn’t felt overwhelming love for you. Holding you as closely as possibly was important but he was afraid to grab on too tightly. What if he broke you? What if he pulled you too close and you pushed him away? He wasn’t sure he could handle rejection from you. Girls in a bar that he didn’t even know the name of had no impact on his ego. Shrugging them off was as easy as skating to him. 
You were different. You were everything. He couldn’t get you close enough in his eyes. He hated that you were going through this tough time. Your parents had always made the trip out to Seattle to see you during the holidays, or managed for you to get to them back home. They blindsided you with their newfound love for holiday vacations. Flying across the world in December seemed merry to them while it left you in the wake of a messy room. 
So he stayed close. He didn’t go home even on his time off and he made sure to keep his phone on him at all times. Nights like these made him grateful for doing so. It only took him two minutes to respond to your SOS. He picked you up seven minutes later. 
Before you knew it you were sitting in the middle of a parking lot. To what, you were unsure of. The look Jamie gave you was everything you needed to know though. There was no way he could look at you with eyes that soft and a smile that pure if he was taking you somewhere bad. So you climbed out of the car without questioning it and let him lead the way. 
The sight of ice sent a chill down your spine. The involuntary whine that escaped your lips brought a laugh out of Jamie. The sound covered you in goosebumps but you quickly ignored the aching feelings and wondered what size skate you were supposed to get. 
“You know I can’t skate.” The look of mischief in his eyes had you rolling. 
“I know that. That’s why we’re here.” It doesn’t make sense to you how those two things line up but you’re not sure how to dispute the joy seeping out of him right now. So you tuck your complaints into your pocket and let Jamie order both of you skates. 
It doesn't take even a minute of you trying to tie your laces for Jamie to swat at your hand and kneel down in front of you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders for leverage as he yanks and ties quicker than you can tie your tennis shoes. The warmth comes back when he finishes the first one and grabs your calf gently. He taps lightly and when you switch and present your other foot he hums out in approval. 
You're lost again in a mess of thoughts about a life with Jamie. Frosting cookies with various colors and images that definitely don’t turn out how they’re intended. Waking up at an all too early hour to watch him open gifts you’d been excited about for weeks. Your dogs would be on a constant playdate, never having to leave one another ever again. 
His hand is warm in yours despite him dragging you into an ice rink. All heat seemed to rush to your hands, focused on the physical connection between the two of you. It switches to both hands when he pins around effortlessly to give you ample support. 
Fear creeps deep in your chest then as you hope and wish on everything that you’ll stay up on your feet. The embarrassment of wiping out in front of Jamie would be hard to recover from. You could picture the goofy smile he’d wear while clutching his abdomen as he laughed way too hard at your misstep. The embarrassment would eventually drown in the beauty of his smile and the melody of his laugh that you can’t seem to get enough of. Anything to make him smile like that. Part of you wonders if you should stumble on purpose. 
Jamie’s holding onto your hands for dear life as he can sense your fear grumbling inside of you. He watches your eyes lock onto your feet despite him telling you not to. Words of affirmation and soft laughs aren’t enough to get you to look up at him as you worry your feet will fly out from underneath you. 
“If you look at me you won’t fall. I promise.” his voice rings in your ears, soft and sweet like a freshly baked cookie. The thought makes your stomach turn in hunger but you push past it. You’re not voluntarily letting go of Jamie’s hands anytime soon. 
Skating’s never been your strong suit. Balance wasn’t your forte and staring at your unstable feet was the only thing you could do for the first ten minutes on the ice. Standing on razor blades and walking - well not actually walking, it’s more like gliding - was not something you did everyday if the week like Jamie. He was practically born in hockey skates with a chipped tooth smile. 
Holding onto Jamie’s hands was the only thing that got you through it. The winter chill froze your nose to an aching point but your hands felt so warm in his. His gentle pokes and prods telling you ways to get better felt like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. The look he gave you when your eyes finally detached from your feet and traveled up to his was gut wrenching. 
It was a look you’d known all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you failed your driving test for the first time, and the same one you got when he heard the news of you getting accepted into your dream school. Jamie’s eyes bore into you like they were the key to a heavily locked gate. 
He never knew why you opened up so easily with him. For the longest time he assumed it was out of habit. You’d known each other for years, too many to count at this point. Nobody knew one of you without knowing the other. It was always the two of you, never just one. 
Secretly, both of you liked it that way. 
Longing looks and aching hearts were all there was to show for it. Jamie never made a move and you wouldn’t say something until you were sure there was something to be said back. Risking this was a game you didn’t want to play. 
Despite how warm his hands felt and how easily his eyes sank into you, you swallowed that love and adoration and shoved a sheepish smile to the surface. He didn’t say anything about it, never does, and the routine started again. 
Normal conversation blanketed over the two of you for the remainder of your time at the rink. He opened and closed the door for you and let you choose the music on the car ride home. You noticed he took the long way to your place and he thanked you silently for never mentioning it. 
The night ended with a gentle kiss to the top of your head, nothing you hadn’t experienced before, and a simple goodnight. The clock ticks were a painful reminder of every moment you missed with him, every moment you missed him. Being left alone makes you realize just how much you wished you could get over that stupid fear. 
Jamie spends his entire ride home regretting the missed moment: the moment he’s dreamed of your entire friendship. He walked you all the way up to the door and held your head in his hands. His eyes lingered on your lips while his mind raced tenfold. The thoughts ran so fast he could hardly keep track of them and by the time he came back down to Earth, he was kissing the top of your head instead of your lips. 
It’d be so easy, he thinks. Everything is easy with you, except this. This is harder than he could’ve ever imagined. One wrong move and everything could come crumbling down. 
That’s why he doesn't push it. When he finally caved in and let’s you push him into building a gingerbread house, the moment’s there. Even when your fifth attempt fails and you look up at him with sad eyes and a pouty lip. He thinks about how he could kiss the frown away, he could take your mind off of the gingerbread pieces that would surely break any moment. 
But what if you pushed him away? 
The moments there when you’re standing at a bar waiting for drinks and he slinks his arm around you. His teammates are watching and take bets on if you even notice the way you fall into his side so easily. The moment is there when your shoulders deflate in defeat and you look up at him for help. Instead he just nods at you gently and uses his height to his advantage. 
Moments come and pass as they have for years. Jamie hardly thinks much of it, he’s been coping with it for years. He has no idea you’re catching onto these moments, that you’re pining for everything he is and more. 
After watching your best friend land the sloppiest grin-filled kiss on her boyfriend of three years your stomach turns and you can hardly take it anymore. Jamie’s not there and you can think of a million reasons why you wish he was. 
The moment finally comes around again after a long night with friends. Jamie’s teammates and their loved ones, your friends from school that have found their way into this rather large group. It’s a night filled with laughter and stories from so many people you can hardly remember any of them. The entire way home, the night leaves you. You don’t think of dinner or who was there, rather just the way Jamie’s hand feels on your thigh.
It’s like he doesn’t notice it’s there. He drums his fingers lightly to the beat of the radio. Every tap brings goosebumps to your skin as you just hope with every fiber of your being that tonight is the night Jamie realizes what’s in front of him. 
The walk up to your place is longer than it normally is and the elevator ride is painfully quiet. Jamie hangs his head the whole way down the hallway. He doesn’t say anything until you reach the door and it sends your heart down to your feet. 
“See you tomorrow?” You nod weakly. He will in fact see you tomorrow, but you wish he had said almost anything else. 
“Yeah.” he nods once and moves closer to you. You give yourself false hope and allow your heart rate to pick up, only to feel a warmth on your forehead. 
You’re warm but not enough. There’s something missing in the motion and it’s not until Jamie’s halfway down the hallway that you speak. 
“Jamie.” He turns on his heels and looks at you with a questioning gaze. He knows nothings wrong because of the tone you’re using, but he also knows there’s a severity to it. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” 
It’s his heart that sinks now as his words get caught in his throat. What’d you just say? Surely you didn’t just say that. 
Right? 
“I- I didn’t know you wanted me to.” It’s entirely not the right thing to say, it’s not even what he wanted to say but his heart’s in the floor and his brain flew out the window ages ago. 
“Of course I do. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
There’s a beat of hesitation - that’s what you think it is at least. Jamie’s not hesitating but rather replaying your words in his brain to fully convince himself that you truly said them. 
One more time and he nods gently to himself before taking as little strides as it takes to reach you. His hands find your cheeks faster than they ever have before and his lips are on yours in no time. It quite literally knocks the wind out of you but you can’t seem to do anything but kiss back with as much fever. 
Everything you wanted was wrapped up in front of you. Jamie on a silver platter, and he was yours for the taking. 
“By the way,” He pulls back to look down at you, lips parted in disbelief that he was getting his moment. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.” 
Your smile hurts your cheeks, but he sends it right back to you. You’re both grinning like idiots in the hallway but all you can think about is this moment. 
Your moment. 
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laurenairay · 1 year
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Writing prompts-
So many to choose from but....
3) “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.”- with Oleksiak
3 - “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” – Jamie Oleksiak
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First prompt of the batch – let’s do this! I hope you enjoy!
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There he was, standing across the room, in all of his 6ft7 glory. Jamie Oleksiak, the man who still held your heart, despite breaking it over a year ago. If you’d known he’d be here at this bar then you wouldn’t have come anywhere near it, but here you were drink in hand, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement.
Maybe it was a little pathetic, more than a little ridiculous, that this guy still had such a hold over you after shattering your heart into a thousand pieces, but he was Jamie. You could never forget your first real love, not when he looked like that, not when he’d been perfect up until breaking up with you out of the blue. Part of you would always love him, you knew that, but that didn’t mean seeing him laughing and smiling across the room was any easier.
Then again, catching eyes with him was infinitely worse.
Jamie’s beautiful blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch in your throat, your whole body freeze up, and by the time you’d recovered enough to shake your head out of your stupor, he was already walking over to you. Brilliant.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. You look just as beautiful as ever.”
“What are you doing here, Jamie?” you sighed, trying desperately to coolly ignore his flirting.
“Can’t a guy want to party every now and again?” he asked, smirking slightly.
Rather than reacting outwardly to that smirk, like the butterflies rioting in your stomach were, you just rolled your eyes.
“I meant here, in Dallas. You fucked off to Seattle after breaking up with me, remember?” you said dryly.
“I didn’t just fuck off to Seattle, I was picked in the expansion draft-” he mused.
Technicality.
“-and we’re playing the Stars tomorrow, so we’re in town for tonight,” Jamie finished, shrugging.
“And that means you’re bothering me…why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jamie just grinned, sending shivers down your spine. “If you’re really that bothered by me coming over to say hi, baby, then I’ll go.”
“I’m not your baby,” you shot back.
He just stayed silent as you took a sip of your drink, grin widening when you didn’t tell him to leave, like the idiot you were. Weak and foolish for him, just as you used to be. That much hadn’t changed, clearly.
“So how have you been?” he asked, leaning up against the bar top.
“Good. Better than when you broke my heart. Are you really here to make small talk?”
Jamie winced but laughed softly, shaking his head. “You haven’t changed at all. I’ve missed that. I miss you, that fire I lov-”
“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it,” you said sharply.
“Say what?” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.
“That you love me.”
“Why not? You know it’s true.”
“No, it’s not. You just think you love me because you miss how easy our relationship was,” you said, scowling slightly.
Jamie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I think I know my own feelings. I love you.”
“Yeah, right, okay let’s pretend for one second that you love me – what does that change, hm? Does that magically solve anything? You broke up with me, remember?” you scoffed.
“Sweetheart, come on…”
“Don’t call me sweetheart! Jesus, Jamie, what is going on with you?” you asked incredulously, “You broke up with me. You have made no attempt to contact me at all and here you are saying you miss me? That you love me? What is this bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit. I was an idiot, sweetheart, leaving you behind when I should’ve begged for you to come with me. I missed you the second I stepped on that plane and I’ve been kicking myself for not fighting harder, for taking what I thought was the easy way out. And then I was too ashamed to call you, to text you, when I knew you deserved better. When I saw you across the bar tonight, it felt like I got a second chance to make things right with you. Please tell me I still have a chance?”
Your lips parted in shock as the words poured out of his mouth, far more eloquent in revealing his feelings than he ever had been when the two of you were together. In all honesty, you were stunned, confused, flustered, and so many other things, all of his words ones that you’d wanted to hear for so long and yet now that you’d heard them? It was overwhelming to say the least.
“Jamie, I…”
You trailed off into silence, not finding the words as his continued to overwhelm you, Jamie just standing there staring at you, his pretty blue eyes pleading their case.
“I don’t know what to say,” you eventually murmured, hands clutching at your empty drink glass.
The confidence in his body seemed to drain away, causing him to lean even more against the bar. “I guess I picked the worst possible place to try to win you back, huh?”
You chewed your bottom lip briefly before you sighing, smiling sadly. “Yeah I’m not really sure what you expected to happen, J.”
Something in his eyes sharpened at the use of his nickname, and he tilted his eyes as he made eye contact with you properly again, sending shivers down your spine once more.
“If I called you, would you answer?”
“What?” you asked, confused.
“If I picked up the phone and called you, like I wish I’d done hundreds of times over, would you answer?” he repeated, staring you down.
“Uh, depends on the context, I guess,” you said hesitantly.
“I want to fight for us. I already told you that I know I’m an idiot for breaking up with you. So if I called you, every day, to restart what I should never have thrown away, would you give me that second chance?”
Your breath hitched in your throat at the implication of his words. “You want us to try long distance?”
“It could work. We don’t know until we try, right? I know that I don’t deserve you to even give this a shot, but I’ll get down on my knees right here right now to beg you if you want,” Jamie said, eyes serious even if he was smiling.
“Oh my god J, don’t kneel down here, the floor is disgusting,” you groaned, cheeks heating regardless at the thought of the action.
Jamie grinned, stepping a little closer to you, those traitorous butterflies igniting in your stomach again. “So you’ll answer if I call?”
You bit your bottom lip as you stared deeply into his blue eyes, gasping softly as his hand moved to rest on your waist.
“I…I guess I can answer the phone. But I’m not promising more than once,” you said simply.
You had to protect your heart. If he couldn’t deliver what he promised, fighting for the two of you long distance, making up for breaking your heart, then you couldn’t put yourself through that again. But he was right – you didn’t know until you tried, and you knew you would regret it if you said no.
“Baby you won’t regret this, I promise,” he said happily, hands squeezing your waist to punctuate his words.
You could only hope he was right this time.
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Top Five fics
Crosby Crew- Sidney Crosby Dad fic- I am particularly proud of chapter two
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/661790024969420801/crosby-crew
See You Again- Tyler/OC Addison
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/681971102590877696/summary-when-addy-meets-tyler-through-mutual
Never Ever Have I- Sidney Crosby/OC Evie
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/658986447888695296/never-ever-have-I
Magical Mystery Ride- the original one- Tyler Seguin/OC (Teddy)
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/653360134099288064/trouble-with-a-capital-t-magical-mystery And the AU to it- Jamie Oleksiak/Teddy
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/658814587986116608/chapter-one-journey-to-the-emerald-city
See You Again- Jamie Oleksiak/reader insert
https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/674747797495529472/hello-sunshine-winter-fic-exchange
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jxmieoleksiaks · 1 year
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hiii!!   @barkbarkbeauvillier​ when i saw you post my fic i was like OOH they don’t even know haha <3 i had a totally different idea until sunday, when all the kraken socials were showing the skills competition and it changed. i’m sorry this is just about at the deadline, but you know...life. it’s cute and everything you’d want with him and i really hope you enjoyed it!
this is for @antoineroussel​ ‘s winter fic exchange! (your blog title...so tru)
genre: fluff..fluffy word count: 1.6K tw: zero gif cred: this gif is mine and if anyone steals i’ll cut your arms off thank you ily
You sat down in the seat, four rows from the ice. You didn’t go to a lot of games, though you went to a few. He always told you that your work was more important because he wanted to see you succeed. Still didn’t stop you for wanting to quit and attempt to be a influencer..though you hated that word. You wanted to be like that football couple on tiktok, where she is more famous than him. But Jamie saw your skills as important, and knew even when he couldn’t be there after a grueling 10 hour work day, he’d be there through the phone.
Work was…not something you liked to talk about. Your whole personality was work, and you thought and worried constantly. Everyone said you did too much, but that’s how you were brought up, were in school, and everyone else in your company seemed to be. Work hard, stress 24/7. It was normal for them, so it had to be normal for you. Sunday’s you made sure you tried to relax. Tried being the keyword, but you were going to make this happen, you had plans today.
Today was skills day, a little competition the team had and they played for a trophy. It was more relaxed than game day, and the wives, girlfriends, kids, and corgi’s came along to watch their dad or man play. You had to admit, McCann’s corgi was the cutest dog you’d ever seen.
The guys skated out on the ice for warm ups, which were more fun and no one was wearing helmets. Getting to see his slightly curly hair and blue eyes look up right at you, made your heart pound just a little faster. Him still being able to do that to you after a year.
It was the typical bar meet up, but not really. Your friend left for the night, as she had to leave to head to her parents the next day for a family function, and you had just walked into the parking lot to get into your car. You front door almost hit a tall man, and you apologized profusely, and got to know him quickly. Love at first door hit? Maybe.
The skills went on and the guys, and fans were having a great time. With them being a better team than last, and actually winning, you could see a difference of Jamie and his teammates, like night and day.
It finished and Driedger’s team won, you were a little bummed for Jamie, but you knew he didn’t care if he won today, he was having fun, and he was just happy to have you there with him. You stayed after talking to a few of the players other halves and watching the dads skate with little kids. It was the cutest thing to you how they were so serious on the ice, but bring their kids along, and it was a different story.
You looked over to your left and saw Jamie standing there with a smile, and motioned for you to come over. You ended up at the ice, almost being able to hop the boards.
“Wanna skate with me?” He asked, his grin wide and his fake tooth in. “You wanna watch me fall and bust my ass?” You laughed. You tried ice skating when you were in elementary school, but your mom pulled you from it for some reason. It had been years since you tried, and frankly, you were nervous to.
“I got you, come on down and we’ll fish around for some skates.” He said, you not knowing that he had a pair for you already.
You walked the maze it took to get near the ice, and there he was with his grin again with some skates.
“You didn’t…” You shook your head, wondering if he had this plan to try and make you skate with him more often.
“I probably did.” He whispered before letting out a laugh. You loved that line from his commercial, and would never keep a straight face once seeing it.
He helped you lace the skates up, and helped you out slowly on the ice. You felt a little shaky, and cold, as your jersey wasn’t always the best thing to help keep you warm.
“I got you, just go nice and slow.” He said as he stared skating, and helped you along too.
You felt like Bambi, a little awkward and if you had four legs, they would be going in all different directions, but holding onto his hand tightly. You looked straight ahead trying to focus on the ice in front of you.
“See, you’re doing good. I won’t let go, but I’m going to speed up a little bit, okay?” He asked, hoping you were okay with that.
“Yeah..okay.” You said nervously, but you couldn’t help it, you were afraid he would go all pro on you and zoom you around like nobody’s business. But he didn’t. He went at a faster pace, but you were able to keep up.
“You got it!” He grinned as you finished your second circle around the rink.
“You all make it look too easy. I could not balance a stick, watching the puck and trying not to hit someone.” You said. You looked up at your surroundings, and saw no one was really left in the rink part.
“A couple more laps and we can go, I know I’m getting hungry.” He said.
“You’re giving me a workout, I won’t be able to feel my legs.” You looked down, unsure how you had not fallen.
“Hm, I feel like I’ve heard that before.” Jamie stuck his tongue out and you rolled your eyes. Typical male…
You both had finished up your skate before he went back into the locker room. You waited in the area by the players entrance. You grabbed your phone and started to make an order for the resturant you two liked to frequent, that was near the apartment you shared.
“The corner diner okay?” You asked him as you selected your dinner.
“Sounds perfect.” He kissed you on the cheek before you two headed out to your car.
The drive to pick up the food was somewhat silent, but not awkward, just you two enjoying being in each others company. With him gone for almost 2 weeks, and you barely having enough time at home to eat and sleep, this day was needed for the both of you.
“Listen, I know work’s been hard for you lately, but I want you to know I’m proud of you. You’re kicking ass, and trying to show everyone you belong there."
“Noo..stop.” You covered your eyes. You liked praise, almost craved it in some ways, but when it was a direct complement, it embarrassed you, like you never deserved it.
“Babe I’m serious.” He said
“I know, but..can’t I just become your assistant or something I wouldn’t be so burned out.” You sighed.
He may not know what burnout was, but you were experiencing it. How can your managers tell you to give yourself a boundary, when no one in your company does?
“Call out tomorrow.” He said seriously.
“Uhm, you know I just can’t do that.” You two pulled into the lot of the diner, your door dash pickup almost ready.
“You can, no one needs to know. I’m not playing tomorrow, so we can just hide in the apartment, with the dogs and no one has to know. It’s needed for the both of us.
“I…” You said. You had no excuse really. You never called out in the three years you worked there, and your vacation days were just sitting there from last year.
“No, you need this, I see it, you’re tired, and not just need more sleep tired.” He said, knowing he cares about you.
“Fine, but if I get in trouble, you have to explain this was all your idea.” You said before running in and grabbing the food, while he kept the car warm.
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It was 2PM the next day, and you were hiding in your bed, playing disney dreamlight valley, fighting with a plant you had to keep watered for Minnie Mouse. You texted your boss saying you felt unwell, and you had to take the day off. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, but they were understanding, as they knew you never took a day off like that.
You heard footsteps walking into the bedroom and the covers being pulled back.
“How are you doing? Need anything?” He asked.
“No, just don’t wanna go back tomorrow, but I’ll get over it.  Thanks..for yesterday and today. The skating was really cute, felt like our own little date day for a little bit.” You said “Fun right? I know we’ll be able to do that at least one more time during the season, and maybe I’ll take you ice skating somewhere too. You didn’t fall, so I think you can do it in front of people.” He laughed before crawling into bed.
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes before saving your game and getting close to him.
The things you saw on tiktok, you didn’t believe were half true, but one thing you read stuck into your mind. It said when you’re comfortable with someone, you felt tired, but it was because your mind and body relaxed around them, as you could be yourself. This rang true to you and Jamie. You could be yourself, tell him what you were feeling, anything, and he would be understanding.
You wished everyday could be like yesterday, skating with no worries in the world, but laying next to him, you didn’t have much worry anyway.
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heartmix · 2 years
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Pairing: Jamie Oleksiak x fem!reader
Word Count: 900+
Warning: unhealthy habits, mention of injury, fluff
A/N: I don't really like this one but I wanna get this out of my drafts. I wrote this while he was still in Dallas :(
Masterlist / Hockey Masterlist
You were never a selfish type of person. You'd always make sure others around you were doing great before you even thought of yourself, even then sometimes you forgot that you were responsible for taking care of yourself. In the case of your boyfriend getting hurt, that's selflessness was heightened.
After Jamie dislocated his shoulder in a game against Nashville your mother mode was immediately activated. The first few days you were the worst, treating him like a fragile baby every second, doubt it seemed a bit overbearing but Jamie slightly enjoyed it.
One of the things that he found highly unnecessary was your sleeping pattern. Since Jamie got hurt you would wait till he fell asleep before you even thought about getting sleep. It's been like this for 2 weeks already and no matter how many times Jamie said he would be okay if you went to sleep before him you wouldn't budge. Your body won't allow you to do that and it has become a regular routine now. 
"You're ridiculous," Jamie said as he got ready to go to bed while you sat with a laptop on your lap preparing to binge a show for a few hours. 
"That's your title babe, not mines." You spoke not even looking in his direction knowing he was rolling his eyes. 
"Seriously, fall asleep with me, I wanna cuddle." He whined making you look over at the 6 foot 7 hockey player, it was interesting how he can go from 'big rig' to a big teddy bear. 
"You can do a lot of cuddling with that shoulder huh." You teased knowing he can't cuddle the way he wants to.
"You suck." He pouted laying his head aggressively against the pillow like a child. 
"Yes, you know I'm a pro at that." You said laughing before continuing to look at your watchlist for tonight. 
A few days after that incident life became busy, you were working more and Jamie was working even harder with rehab since the doctor said he could be back training next week if he kept his progress up. With working more, it meant that you became more tired causing you to sleep earlier. You would sneak a few naps here and there when he was at rehab, but you were still in mother mode over Jamie's injury even though he was out of the sling and it was getting better. Practically back to normal.
"Yeah, she probably is waiting up for me," Jamie spoke on the phone to his mother who called to check up on the pair.
"She is so good, I'm so glad you're with her, but she needs to take care of herself also." Mama Oleksiak said to her son who couldn't agree more. 
"Oh I tried, believe me. I will not try and argue about it again." He said chuckling at the memory of when he tried to argue with her the first time, let's just say he couldn't get a word in.
"Oh yes, you will not win an argument with her." His mother chuckled with him also. 
"It is im-" He went on as he began to walk through the living room but stopped when he saw her sleeping with her work spread out through the table.
"Is everything okay?" His mother asked concerned at the sudden silence.
"She's sleeping." Jamie whispered.
"Really?!" His mother said in shock. 
"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow mom, I don't want to wake her up, I love you." Jamie said before saying goodbye to his mother.
He couldn't remember the last time she fell asleep this early and before him. It was unlike her to do that. She knows his rehab time and if she took a nap she was up before he got home, he knew that she would do that even if she tried to hide it. Quietly placing his stuff down he made his way over to her making sure not to make any noise. Cleaning up her area he was surprised that she didn't wake up from the noise, she was a light sleeper when she got into 'mother mode'. 
Looking down at her he couldn't believe that he got so lucky, how did he get this lucky. Noticing she was moving in her sleep was an indication she was going to wake up soon making him move from his spot so he didn't look like a creep although this wasn't the first time he watched her sleep if he was being honest.
"My god." He heard her mumble making him chuckle.
"Holy shit, baby! I'm sorry I thought I'd be up by the time you got home." She said getting up a little too fast which made her dizzy.
"Slow down there, I don't know why you're apologizing. You took a nap because you're tired, people do that." He said sitting down and pulling her into his side as she immediately relaxed knowing it was his good shoulder. 
"I know but I'm usually up before you get home, I don't know how I overslept." 
"Look at me. You need to take care of yourself also. I may be the one with an injury but taking care of your health is just as important. I don't want to hear any arguments about it because you know it's true. I promise I'm okay, I got news today that I can start doing my regular workouts. I'm all good." 
"You are so lucky I'm too tired to fight." She mumbled making him laugh as he placed a kiss on top of her head. 
"So is there a way I can fall asleep cuddling you?" He asked making her chuckle at his 100th attempt the past week alone. 
"You really are getting me in a vulnerable state. Smart man." She groggily said making the hockey player laugh while pulling her to their shared bedroom. 
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can i also request prompt list 42 with jamie oleksiak?
42. "I remember when we first met..." with Jamie Oleksiak (this one's a bit painful)
Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing
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With a shaky breath, you begin to leaf through the photo album sitting on the table. It was sitting amongst other photo albums and picture frames, on top of a white table cloth. A gold sign in fancy script sits in the middle. It says "Becoming the Oleksiaks."
Your eyes fill with tears as you see all the photos of Jamie from his childhood to now. It's all there from his kindergarten graduation to his first day of high school to his first NHL game. Every moment of his life is captured in this photo album.
Next, you go to the other album dedicated to Jamie's life. As you flip through each page, your heartbeat quickens as you remember many of the memories. Growing up with Jamie, you were there for every step of his first twenty-three years.
Your hand stops flipping through the pages when it lands on the photo of your senior prom, Jamie as your date. You still remember that corsage he pinned onto your dress that his mother eventually had to help pin. You remember how Jamie called you every night for two weeks to discuss the color and make of your dress. You refused to tell him anything, but you finally relented when Jamie told you he need to at least know to color in order to have a matching tie.
"I remember that night," Jamie says from behind you, his deep voice sending vibrations down your spine.
"It was a fun night," you reply, keeping your voice low.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jamie asks. You're looking into his eyes and wondering if he knows just how much your heart is breaking right now.
No, I want nothing to do with this, you think to yourself, but you can't. This was the day before the happiest day of Jamie's life, so you couldn't ruin it for him. "Yeah, it's a lovely party."
He nods. "How was your trip out here?"
So, it was going to be small talk. You try to hide how much your heart hurt listening to him ask you that. Before everything happened, you and Jamie were thick as thieves. You told each other everything. Now, though, that connection was in shambles, and you and Jamie could barely muster any small talk.
"Don't," you say. "You don't have to pretend that you want me here. We both know that your mother invited me and basically forced me to be here. Let's just pretend I'm not here." With that, you turn back to the photo album. You flip to a photo of you and Jamie at age five eating popsicles.
"I remember when we first met," Jamie murmurs, taking a few steps closer to you. How could he possibly remember? The two of you were babies. "Well, at least the first memory I have of you. I think it was the first time I realized I loved you, too. It was at the kiddie pool you had growing up. We spent hours there, and that's when I fell in love with you. Well, as much that a four-year-old can. I don't think I ever stopped lo—"
"Stop," you interrupt, knowing exactly where this was going. "For the sake of your fiance, don't tell another person that you love them the night before you get married."
"Don't do this, please," Jamie says. "If you say the word, I'll call this all off, and we can—"
"Jamie, you broke up with me, so you don't get to do this to me."
"I was an idiot! Please, it's always been you. I've only ever lo—"
"I'm leaving," you interrupt. "Congrats on the marriage, if you decide to go through with it."
At that, you walk away knowing that you love Jamie as much as he loves you.
Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing! (requests close June 24th!)
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harlowhockeystick · 1 year
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hockey blurb masterlist
[a] = angst, [s] = smut, [f] = favorite
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brock boeser
"are you sure that's how you do it?"
erik johnson
"you were the first one who actually loved me" [a]
frederik andersen
picking apples
at the dinner table [s] → in the shower [s]
laundry day [s]
"say the word and i'm yours"
stood up [f]
"i'll take care of you"
"how many rounds do you have in you?"
"make sure nobody sees you leave"
matthew tkachuk
"your hands are warm"
"you're giving me those fuck me eyes again" [s]
nolan patrick
"i just want you all the time" [f]
"this shit is so overrated"
"i've never had a valentine before"
putting his princess in her place [s]
"my head hurts, stop talking"
by the fireplace [s]
"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"
"please come out, i need to talk to you" [f] [a]
quinn hughes
"i'm bleeding"
"show me where it hurts"
"can i stay here tonight?"
sidney crosby
"and he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv"
"that's so hot, do it again"
"this reminded me of you"
"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"
"i'll never forget you" [a]
william nylander
"just wait until tomorrow, everything will be on sale"
"look in my eyes"
"i need a vacation. and a shot."
"i miss my dog. and my wife."
"i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck"
"i want to know what your moans sound like"
feedback | main masterlist | taglist | more blurbs
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Angsty one shot ideas? ✨
Hi guys! It’s been forever since I’ve last written something.
BUT
I’m in the mood to write something angsty/sad. If someone has any ideas/requests then please my inbox is open 💖
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masterlist
yall idk how to make these but with the amount of f1 stories I have in my drafts I felt i should try.. this doesnt have any of my stuff from before the end of 2021 so sorry about that
Requests are open! especially for f1 :)
updated 3/18/2023
f1 driver stories, insta aus, blurbs
charles leclerc
champagne
5+1 times charles and alysia run into each other. charles x oc
blurb
post imola feels. charles x oc (alysia favale)
I gotta feeling
you surprise charles in bahrain. charles x reader 
midnight call
charles gets a late night call from you. charles x reader
lord perceval
you’re a youtuber. 5 times charles ended up in your videos, and one time you’re in his. charles x youtuber!reader
Pierre Gasly
wags (habs)
pierre dating a professional tennis player. pierre x oc
style
hadley takes over styling pierre, he joins her in a youtube video and everyone knows they’re in love. pierre x oc
ig au 2 3 
celeb yn insta edit
daniel ricciardo
ig au 2 3 4 country singer yn
this is it
sasha is at the Aus GP and can’t be more in love with this honeybadger. dan x oc
sydney
daniel and his wife have a baby. dan x female reader
lewis hamilton
sugar
lewis likes to spoil his girl. lewis x female reader
untitled
Lewis Hamilton is a loyal brit through and through. what happens when he meets the youngest member of the royal family? lewis x oc
untitled
lewis surprises his girlfriend at her fashion show. lewis x model!reader
ig au singer!yn au
she’s safe with me
request that went a lot sadder than anticipated!! prompt idea: lewis in a relationship with someone who has a good relationship with their dad. the ending would prob be like “don’t worry, i’ll keep her safe & happy just like you did, she’s in safe hands.” PLS. lewis x fem!reader
mick schumacher
crazy girl
mick and his childhood friend In love, thats it. mick x oc
embarassing
mick meets someone and gets a date in the most interesting of ways. mick x oc
bare with me
based on this request! Heyy would you please write a part 2 of crazy girl (mick story) where they end up talking about the kiss and their feelings? Cheers love xx. part 2 to crazy girl. mick x oc
max verstappen
familial ties
5 times max and isabella ricciardo annoy daniel with their relationship + 1 time he thinks he can get over it.  max x ricciardo!oc
champion
max wdc win smut. max x female reader
my girl
max goes looking for a fight after bahrain. max x oc
insane
jos and anna verstappen get into an altercation. time for max to step it up. max x fem oc
wing men
the moment when max has a crush and the paddock tries to help wing man. max x oc
insta au (characters from familial ties)
burning up
request: can I please request an at-home dinner date w/max where he makes food but is useless so you take over (he’s happy to watch tho bc he’s so in love) or you make food from the start as a sweet gesture or something, will leave the choice up to you! just absolute fluff and cuteness all around. max x reader
lando norris
day in the life
ciara goes through old quadrant videos and decides recreate one. lando x ofc
untitled blurb
lando coming home to you after a race. ln x reader
streaming
you wake up and Landos streaming. Lando x reader
insta au
carlos sainz 
meddler
natalia norris and carlos sainz just need a push in the right direction. carlos x norris!oc
insta au
regrets
after meddling to get his sister and former team mate together, Lando may have regrets (4+1). part 2 to meddler. carlos x norris sister!reader
sebastian vettel
love report
sebastian vettel? notorious flirt. what happens when his future wife is a reporter? seb x fem oc
nhl player stories, insta aus, blurbs
erik johnson
new number
you meet ej at a bachelorette weekend. ej x female reader
story
the ej x landeskog!sister moment I feel like I needed. ej x fem oc
cale makar
ig au
meant to be
cale makar x reader
jacob markstrom
baby fever
olivia is obsessed w her sister’s baby and jacob wants one. jacob x oc
jamie oleksiak
ig au
tyler seguin
sunshine
tyler with a pregnant reader
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Who I Write For
Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.
If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky
Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!
How to request
I DO NOT WRITE SMUT
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New jersey Devils
Jack Hughes
Nathan Bastian
Dawson Mercer
Luke Hughes
Nico Hischier
Timo Meier
Brendan Smith
Vancouver Canucks
Quinn Hughes
Brock Boeser
Elias Pettersson
Cole McWard
Anthony Beauvillier
Dakota Joshua
Toronto Maple Leafs
Mitch Marner
Auston Matthews
William Nylander
Matthew Knies
Morgan Reilly
Buffalo Sabres
Owen Powers
Tyson Jost
Devon Levi
Erik Johnson
Jeff Skinner
Tage Thompson
Dylan Cozens
Casey Mittelstadt
Carolina Hurricanes
Michael Bunting
Andrei Svechnikov
Jack Drury
Pittsburgh Penguins
Pierre-Oliver Joseph
Ryan Graves
Ty Smith
Columbus Blue Jackets
Nick Blankenburg
Kent Johnson
Cole Sillinger
Adam Boqvist
Zach Werenski
Adam Fantilli
Vegas Golden Knights
Brendan Brisson
San Jose Sharks
Thomas Bordeleau
Tristen Robins
William Eklund
Henry Thrun
Luke Kunin
Anaheim Ducks
Trevor Zegras
Mason McTavish
John Gibson
Frank Vatrano
St Louis Blues
Jake Neighbours
Colton Parayko
Ottawa Senators
Josh Norris
Brady Tkachuk
Mathieu Joseph
Jakob Chychrun
Zack MacEwen
Tim Stutzle
Thomas Chabot
Minnesota Wilds
Matt Boldy
Brock Faber
Brandon Duhaime
Los Angeles Kings
Alex Turcotte
Quinn Byfield
Brandt Clarke
Pierre Luc Dubois
Alex Laferriere
Florida Panthers
Matthew Tkachuk
Sam Bennett
Mackie Samoskevich
William Lockwood
Aaron Ekblad
Josh Mahura
Brandon Montour
Colorado Avalanche
Cale Makar
Bowen Byram
Nate Mackinnon
Miles Wood
Detroit Red Wings
J.T. Compher
Dylan Larkin
Joe Veleno
Jake Walman
Boston Bruins
Mason Lohrei
Johnny Beecher
Jeremy Swayman
Jake Debrusk
Charlie Mcavoy
Montreal Canadiens
Cole Caufield
Arber Xhekaj
Kirby Dach
Christian Dvorak
Alex Newhook
New York Islanders
Noah Dobson
Mat Barzal
Philadelphia Flyers
Morgan Frost
Cam York
Jamie Drysdale
Joe Farabee
Tyson Foerster
Noah Cates
New York Rangers
Alexis Lafrenière
Adam Fox
K’Andre Miller
Braden Schneider
Chris Kreider
Zac Jones
Arizona Coyotes
Logan Cooley
Dylan Guenther
Clayton Keller
Nick Schmaltz
Chicago Blackhawks
Lukas Reichel
Seth Jones
Alex Vlasic
Connor Bedard
Tampa Bay Lightnings
Brandon Hagel
Anthony Cirelli
Seattle Kraken
Brandon Tanev
Jamie Oleksiak
Philipp Grubauer
Will Borgen
Dallas Stars
Wyatt Johnston
Jake Oettinger
Rope Hintz
Craig Smith
University of Michigan
Luca Fantili
Rutger McGroarty
Nick Moldenhauer
Phil Lapointe
Jacob Truscott
Tyler Duke
Marshall Warren
Frank Nezar
Ethan Edwards
Michigan State University
Red Savage
Isaac Howard
Maxim Štrbák
Ohio State University
Joe Dunlap
Cam Thiesing
Davis Burnside
Caden Brown
Matt Cassidy
Minnesota University
Luke Mittelstadt
Jimmy Snuggerud
Ryan Chesley
Oliver Moore
Brody Lamb
Boston College
Cutter Gauthier
Will Smith
Ryan Leonard
Gabe Perreault
Drew Fortescue
Jacob Fowler
Will Vote
University of Wisconsin
Cruz Lucius
Charlie Stramel
Zach Schulz
Random Teams
Nick Granowicz
Jay Keranen
Colton Dach
Nathan Gaucher
+ more
AU’s 
Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader
Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister
Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister
Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister
Matthew Knies x Matthews sister
Jack Hughes x Mercer au
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yeah… expect a new jamie fic soon! this content OMG HE IS GORGEOUS
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flashyfucker · 2 years
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summertime | jamie oleksiak ✷
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MY MASTERLIST / gimme ur thoughts/questions! summary: jamie’s got some rules he follows while you’re hooking up behind your family’s back. not fucking you in your parents’ house is number one. as the temperature gets higher, though, so do the hemlines on your dresses, and god, you’re really testing his determination.      dad’s best friend!jamie x fem reader. word count: 4.8k (sorry for being a whore)  warnings: smut. size kink (obvi!). hints of mocking/degradation but praise kink goes so hard it makes up for it. filthy. low key bratty reader. secret relationship + risky/chance of getting caught. age gap (reader is college-aged, jamie is like mid-late 20s). once again jac cannot write something normal. thank u to the anons (and kaylee!) who helped build this entire AU, super slutty behaviour from all of us ngl MORE DBF!JAMIE HERE xxx
You’ve been trying to crack him for weeks.
      The stars really aligned, how the heat was growing all encompassing at the same time you and Jamie started sharing moments. How tiny shorts and swimsuits gave way to his hands pushing over your thighs when you’d pass one another in the hallway, when you’d open the front door for him, when you’d text something a little too risqué from across the room and he’d have to remind you where you are. Remind you of your least favourite rule.
The first time you’d kissed Jamie, you were alone in your house while your parents were out of town for the week. With his hand nearly completely circling your jaw and a splitting surge of confidence, you’d asked him to make you his, and he’d shaken his head with a mean smile and told you “’M not fucking you under your parents’ roof.”, and he’d held himself to that, held you to that. 
But then he’d show up, light summer sleeves rolled to the elbow and call you sweetheart, call you darling and fill your head with memories of the last times he’d called you those things, and expect you to happily oblige the rule. With that all-encompassing heat beginning to linger, though, it was getting harder.
      Those tiny shorts were one thing in trying to crack him, but you quickly learned words got you closer. You’d catch him in the bathroom doorway or while helping bring plates inside and get up on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear and murmur something, “Wouldn’t it be so hot to take me in my childhood bedroom?” you’d ask, “Shut me up with your cock down my throat so we don’t get caught?” and his cheeks would flush a little, but he’d remain stoic and strain “Not here,” through a sigh before breaking away from you.
      Inviting a friend from one of your college classes over while Jamie was tinkering around the yard with your dad was, maybe, a little mean. Making him watch while the guy wrestled you into the pool, watch you fake laugh at his bad jokes, him clearly trying to impress you, all while Jamie had to pretend he didn’t care, had to act like he didn’t want to put you on your hands and knees on one of the sunbeds and make that poor, flirty guy watch? Yeah, a little mean.
Your friend left, innocently, a little after lunchtime, though, and all his visit got you was Jamie pressing you into the kitchen island from behind, a big hand shoved between your shaky thighs and rubbing hard over your swimsuit bottoms, telling you so casually as your mouth fell open, “I think he has a crush on you. Your charade still isn’t working, though.” with an easy smile before his hand was gone and he was on his way back outside.
      On the day of your mom’s birthday lunch, it’s ninety degrees and you’ve almost given up on trying to crack him. But, when you hear his truck roll up onto your lawn and feel your heart squeeze as its door slams, a little part of you wants to play the game again.
Rifling through your closet, your hands fall to something silky and little and inky-black, and on any other day of the year you’d never consider it for a function attended by a bunch of families, but with the way the sweat is threatening to bead along your soft skin even at eleven AM, you can’t bring yourself to mind. 
And, if you know how much Jamie loves it when you wear black… well, maybe you haven’t given up on breaking that rule at all.
      Jamie’s already slinking between the kitchen and patio with plates and barbecue tools, dutifully helping your parents before other guests arrive, when you come downstairs. It’s not lost on you, the way his eyes widen a little when they catch you for the first time, and the little swell of excitement you feel at it makes your heart race. 
“How’s it goin’, kid?” He asks, unabashed in the way his eyes peruse the length of your body, only the two of you in the room, but your parents not far. The moment steals your breath for half a second, but then your dad’s calling you outside to show you the shiny new grill-smoker setup Jamie helped him with, and Jamie clears his throat and coughs around it, sighing back to reality.
“Gonna have to remember where we are today, huh?” You grin, tilting your head smugly up at him. 
He looks at you, brows pinched and blinking slowly, tonguing behind his teeth in a way that tells you if you weren’t where you were, you’d easily be over his knee for that. Your low-key sense of pride is clipped, though, when your dad calls out again and Jamie’s hand is heavy on your back as he ushers you towards the door.
      When it comes time to eat, you sit beside Jamie and pretend, expertly, that you don’t notice the way his thigh is tucked up against yours. You’re both a bit outnumbered, out of place by your distant relatives and the neighbourhood moms and all their fussing, your dad tied up so Jamie’s a little lost at the table, so, you find comfort in each other’s familiarity, how easy your conversation feels. 
He’s talking about this one band’s show he’d just seen, offering you the last half of his negroni, and you’re remembering how much you loved their last album, sipping on the unfinished cocktail, and together, you’re both trying to avoid any blatant eye-fucking at this PG-13 meal.
You’re nearly hung out to dry entirely when one of your cousins finally cuts in to ask you, “So, how long have you and Jamie been dating?” in front of everyone, and it’s nearly comical how quickly your mom cracks up in the face of it and assures them, Jamie is your dad’s plus one, not yours, and god, you’re glad nobody sees the way his hand squeezes your thigh below the table while you both laugh it all off above.
      Later, patio lights wash the yard, backlit by a late sunset making everything a little warm, and the breeze blowing through finally offers some relief from the sweltering afternoon. Jamie’s great at this: at riling you up even from meters away.
You’re positive he’s undone one or, like, three buttons on his shirt since lunch, his thin golden chain clung to the heat-flushed skin by his collarbone, tipping his head a little and smiling over his beer, leaning in to charm whichever of your mom’s friends it is who’s approached him, now. He’s cycled through them all afternoon. You’d be vexed by it, maybe, but you can’t be– not when he finds your eye and licks over his bottom lip and fucking winks, so cliché. Still, it stirs in your lower belly and the excitement climbs up your spine.
      He’s got no clue what they’re talking about, really, the older women who all seem to love him. They’re all a few too many wines deep and taken by his height and broad body and kind eyes, and they’re an easy excuse to stand around and let his eyes wander the busy yard, look for you, the flutter of that dress, the little flash of thigh. Meanwhile, you’re all gentle smiles and gratuitous laughter, appearing far more innocent than he knows you can be.
You’re stuck deep in a conversation with a friend of your mom’s (one who remembers when you were, like, six, and wants to know everything that’s happened since) when you notice Jamie across the yard once more, this minuscule cat-and-mouse game finally threatening its crescendo as he gestures a thumb towards the house, a smirk on his mouth before he sips his beer and excuses himself from the conversation he’s caught in. 
You hear your heartbeat pulse in your ears as you mention going to find someone, get something— you don’t really register whatever excuse you manage to rattle off while your stomach leaps and twists, watching Jamie duck inside as whoever you were speaking to bids you goodbye with a shallow hug. 
      You’re about to be confused when you get over the threshold and Jamie’s nowhere to be seen, but he takes your hand from the shadowy spare bathroom by the back door and starts pulling you in, flicking the fluorescent overhead on with his spare hand so he can see you again. 
“Guests are using the bathroom here. Upstairs is free.” You cut in quickly, leaning against the doorframe to stop him from tugging you closer. You chew the inside of your cheek while awaiting his response, sure he’s going to curb your advances once more, but Jamie tugs his fingers through his hair and sighs, “Fuck. Come on, then.” 
You have to stop yourself laughing with how giddy you are on your way upstairs, Jamie’s lumbering frame in tow. You give a precautionary glance down the hall to make sure nobody’s around to see the both of you skulk into the bathroom, sneaking like teenagers; the exact kind of playful tension you’ve craved for weeks. You think you could die with how fast your heartbeat batters in your chest.
      The moment the door’s deadbolt clicks, he’s on you. Hands clasping your jaw, he kisses you hard, hungry, tongue nearly instantly pressing in. Your head spins as he pulls your hips flush against him, hiking you up, fingers finally groping at your flesh with desperation matching that which you’ve felt for hours, what feels like forever, now. 
When your hands begin wandering, though, fingers searching for his shirt’s buttons, the soft smattering of chest hair, Jamie breaks it all off, spins you around so your lower stomach meets the cool, stone basin, freezing the hard breath in your throat in a gasp. 
“Fuckin’– I love this dress.” He talks low and his hands smooth over the satin on your hips as he nudges his body forward against yours, “Too bad I can’t ruin it here.”
His words feel like a punch to the stomach after the way you’d gotten your hopes up, after how he’d kissed you. You find him in the mirror, ruddy-cheeked and panting a little with the most innocent smile on his lips.
“You’re so mean.” You groan with your head tipped back into his chest, more than a little frustrated, by now. Your shoulder blades press into his pecs and you feel his body tremor as he chuckles, watching you, admiring.
“Yeah, because your pussy floods every time I am.” 
Your breath holds and you feel hot all over. You see your cheeks grow red as much as you feel it, but despite it, despite how you kinda wanna stomp your feet in protest, he’s right (and you probably should be used to how good he is, by now, but it’s a little impressive that he’s noticed, made that connection.). 
“You could do something about it, for once.” You try to quip, meeting his eyes in the mirror, his baby blues gone a little darker. You feel the slick between your thighs flow from his comment, his boldness in calling you out like that, and maybe the little inkling of shame that comes with it.
“For once?” His hips rock forward against you, half-hard in his jeans, and he smiles with a guiltless curiosity, tilts his head like a confused puppy. “Remind me, how many times did you come the other night?”
You hide a smile at him for a bare moment, searching for words through the haze of excitement and growing arousal, lost in the feeling of him pulsing against your lower back, big hands crawling up your torso, their heat enveloping you.
“C’mon, use your big girl words. How many times was it, kid?”
You feel your face grow warmer, if that’s even possible, suddenly shy saying it aloud. Jamie’s hand finds your hip and rests there lightly, and the almost-innocence of it makes you squirm.
“‘Till I cried, then one more.” You finally admit, breathless at the memory (and at how he’s using it, now.).
“Then one more, for good luck.” Jamie reiterates, smiling fondly, his weight against you growing heavier when you hum appreciatively, searching for his gaze in the mirror once more. He bends to dip his head down, getting closer to your ear, his free hand sweeping your hair over your shoulder and letting his fingertips dwell at the base of your throat: tiny movements all exaggerating how much taller, bigger than you he is, standing behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, thrumming.
“I can’t make you cry like that, here. But… God, this fucking dress.” He starts, excruciatingly slow in running his fingers up over your backside, you arching into him, rucking the dress up to reveal your thong, and he asks, “How long do we have, do you think?”
The air feels cool as it chases the pressure of Jamie’s hands along your ass, now bare to him. You can hear it, the commotion from the party outside, muffled, cheery voices of people who have no clue what’s happening in the guest bathroom, parents with no clue what their sweet Jamie is doing with their darling daughter. The thought buzzes along your skin, sending a fresh pulse of wetness to your core. You swallow hard, and try not to rush your words:
“Fifteen. Maybe twenty, at a push.” 
You see him contemplating, exhaling slowly with his fingers squeezing at your skin, and where your muscles once were held stiff and tense, you soften under his touch. You brace yourself with shaky hands on the counter as Jamie reaches around the front of your body to gently pull your panties to the side, you hissing softly through your teeth when the cooler air meets the sticky seam of your cunt.
“Made a fuckin’ mess of these, eh? Been dripping for hours?” He runs his fingers along the soft, wet cotton of your panties, knuckles ghosting over your inner thigh, avoiding your core. “Can’t ruin the dress tonight, but these…”
He runs the pads of his fingers along your slit experimentally, watching your face, gaging the uptick of your hips, studying your tiniest reactions. Then, he pushes two thick fingers inside, smiling a little at the way your voice breaks around a yelp, your mouth falling wide open.
“Tightest cunt.” He nearly smiles against your temple, muttering to himself. “Gonna take my cock here? Gonna make it fit in this tiny pussy?”
He pumps only a handful of times before he adds a third finger against the first two and you’re gasping his name at the intrusion, the overwhelming feeling of him opening you up, getting you ready for his cock, as much as he can with only a handful of ticking minutes. He strokes expertly at your g-spot, thumb barely drumming over your clit, working out the wetness obscenely, and it’s all so much, his entire body pressed to you, lips mouthing softly at the side of your head, all of it exactly what you’ve been working for all summer. 
Your hips alternate between pushing forward, chasing the thrusts of his fingers, and rocking back against his clothed cock, obsessed with the way his body tenses up at the added pressure, and Jamie would maybe punish it, if he were feeling mean, the way you’re begging without anything but wordless whimpers, joyfully teasing him with your hips. But, tonight, he’s not feeling mean, so he revels in it, how fond he is of you, so beautiful like this.
Before you have much of a chance to chase any real high, to find any relief, his fingers are out of your pussy, and you feel frustratingly empty, throbbing, legs kicking a little, making him laugh softly. 
Jamie strings your juices up against your mouth, slick fingers shoving between your glossy lips. He watches adoringly, your eyes screwed shut as you suck his fingers clean, savour the sweety-salt of it, and you see it, the fire in his eyes, his mouth open, feel his big cock jump in his slacks, pressed hard to your body as he murmurs senselessly, “Good girl. Clean it up, so good for me.”
He grabs your face with fingers still wet, thumb stroking your soft cheek.
“J, need you. Want you so bad it hurts.” 
And he’s a sucker for you, really, despite your bratting and his arbitrary rules, he’d give you whatever. Especially when you beg. Especially when he’s got you like this, pretty little dress bunched up over your hips and you’re dripping, and he’s rock hard, and there’s probably ten minutes before anybody will notice you’re both gone, let alone come looking.
“It hurts, does it?” He mutters, brows raised in question, “Pretty cunt hurts ‘cause it’s not stuffed with a nice, fat cock?”
And you don’t need to answer, not with the way you’re writhing back into him, brows furrowed and mouth glossed, slack, keening. He’s trying to stave off a little grin at how good you look, nipples peaked under the thin fabric sticking to your sheening skin, your hand finding its way between your own thighs, trying to gain some friction between your slick folds but your stroke is messy, unfocussed: overexcited.
“Ahuh, J. Please.” Is all you manage.
With his free hand, Jamie unzips his pants and shoves them down only enough to pull his cock out, his body wracked by an exhale as he presses the thick, drooly head to you from behind. It’s hot against your skin, pussy puffy and soft and pliant but, still, you’re tiny against the insane thickness of him. 
“It’s so big.” You mewl, fingertips dipping to pull over his length messily, smearing your juices into his where he weeps precum. The crown of his cock nudges into your entrance once, twice, then sweeps up against your clit, repeating, driving you crazy. 
“You can take it.” He says when he feels your body tighten, feels your breath shallow and a little panicky, and he rests his hand atop yours gently. Despite the lewd circumstances, his hot, heavy member rubbing at your little slit messily, butterflies beat their wings in your belly, and you breathe a little easier, relaxing against his frame. 
      Jamie meets your eye in the mirror, gaze steady and serious and waiting, entirely, for your reassurance, regardless of his member throbbing between your thighs, and you know you could call it all off, forget all the teasing at once and he’d kiss you all over and walk you back downstairs. Hell, he’d take you back to his place and make you gush on his tongue until the size of his cock is a nonissue, if you asked. That’s not what you want, though– the ache between your thighs wants him here, now, needs the rush, the headspin.
You nod just enough for him to see, tongue wetting your lips hungrily, a little go-ahead. 
Your brows furrow as he buries himself slowly, groaning with it, his chest rumbling against your back. 
The stretch burns hot and you’re so full, feel him so deep, biting down on your bottom lip to save crying out, face screwed up. Your feet barely touch the ground, pinned up against the basin by his pelvis, his hand which creeps between your body and the sink to hook under you and tease at your clit. You can’t wait to watch the faint, spotty bruises bloom on your thighs from the bite of the counter (moreover, you can’t wait for Jamie to kiss them in apology, eat you out to make it up to you. Maybe it’s greedy, looking forward to the next time before this one’s even over. You can’t convince yourself to care.).
“Atta girl, fuckin, split apart on me. I'm so proud of you.” Jamie huffs, sighing finally when he feels his tip prodding up by your cervix, zeros in on how impossibly tight you’re choking him, struggling to take it all at this angle. 
The dopey little smile on his face when you find his eyes makes your heart melt, unable to stop yourself from letting out a satisfied, mindless giggle at him, at it all, and, like playful revenge, he cants his hips upward a bit, angling against your g-spot, and your eyes roll back, the ah-huh you let out a clear indication he’d gotten the best of you, there.
      He barely moves inside you, at first, save for the most shallow lurches of his hips and whatever friction you can garner by rocking your own body, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his length. But, his fingers stroking over you gently alongside the squeeze of your tight pussy wrapped around the sheer size of him makes you squirm on his dick embarrassingly quickly, arching forward, away from him and over the sink while your hips move back and forth. You bite down on the back of your hand to stop yourself from yelping as your high grows closer, winding pressure building irresistibly.
“Already?” Jamie murmurs mockingly at how you’re moving on his cock, trying to take more of him, more of what won’t quite fit, you already painfully close to coming. His fingers rub steady circles between your thighs, sweeping down to where his cock is seated within you to swipe your leaking juices over your clit periodically. “I’ve barely even fucked you yet. Fuckin’ filthy.”
His mean words wind you higher and within moments he feels your cunt seize up around him, your high hitting you hard, all at once, squeezing obscenely on his cock, repeating fuck, fuck, fuck in whiny sobs like a mantra. He’s unmoving inside you, now, and he curses into the crown of your head as your body tosses, head falling forward.
“You cum so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart. Look at you.” Jamie muses, hand gabbing your chin, pushing your face up so you watch yourself in the mirror, watch him, you both elated, ready for more. You smile lazily at the mess of your hair and the stunned cast on your face and the lewd sounds between you, how messy your pussy is for him, clenching around him.
“So good.” You swear, breathing hard as your hand finds its place gripping the forearm Jamie uses to prop himself up, prop you both up, really, and your fingernails dig in. “Thank you, J. So fucking good.”
Carefully, in time with the sweet murmurs of “Good girl, taking me so well,” the drive of his hips picks up pace. Your eyes are rolling again, and the honeyed daze you’re stuck in is obvious as the faint aftershocks of your first climax glimmer up through you, jolting your body sporadically. Your cunt pulses around the fat cock rubbing against your g-spot as Jamie chases his own orgasm.
“You’re so good, letting me use your pretty cunt like this, even with your parents right downstairs. My best girl. Best fuckin’ girl.” 
His chants fill your mind, making you lightheaded in the best way, and as his pelvis drives up into you faster, the fluttery little skirt of your dress tickles the tops of your thighs.
“Want me inside?” Jamie asks breathily, meeting your glassy eyes in the mirror, grind of his hips not slowing, like he wants you to struggle for words, he basks in it. 
“Ye-ah. Yes. If you get cum– oh my god, Jamie.” He chuckles haughtily at how you can barely string together your words, your jaw hinging open around a moan when his hips stutter just right and one hand gropes at your tits over your dress. 
“Can’t even fuckin’ speak. Fucked stupid on my fat cock, huh, baby?” 
“Fuck off. I’ll kill you if you cum on this dress.” You swallow hard to talk steady, and vow between your whimpery moans. Vague memories of where you are right now slink back, making you shudder, contract around him so sharply it hurts, a fresh lick of your wetness dribbling down his shaft filthily.
“Shut ah– shut up.” He manages— though he’d maybe laugh at your promise if he wasn’t balls-deep in your dripping cunt, so tiny around him. You feel, where his thighs press to your ass, where your hand clutches his forearm: his muscles tremble beneath the skin, holding back only enough to stop the both of you from erupting in a way sure to get you caught. Regardless, with the steady drive of his pelvis– the heady pleasure-pain of him nudging against your cervix, you barely stand a chance. 
“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, sweetheart. Know ya want to.” He presses down on your clit hard, frothy slick and the quick pound of his cock in and out and in all you need to finally clear the edge, your body giving way to him entirely as your weight falls limp against the sink, crying out for him, savouring the tender way he pulls you close, his deep voice rumbling “Messy baby, creaming all over my dick. Such a good girl for me.” talking you down through it.
Your hole contracting around him pathetically, like it’s trying to push him out, the stimulation too much, is what cracks him, finally, like you’ve wanted for weeks. He snaps his hips hard into yours once more, and he’s cooing your name, throaty and broken with no regard for the party downstairs as he pumps his white-hot load against your tender cervix.
You’re humming his name contentedly, gratefully, all soft smiles and uneven breaths as he stills inside you, brushing your hair back over your heaving shoulders and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.
“Ready to go back down?” Jamie asks, smoothing your dress out over your stomach like he’s not still buried deep inside you, softening slowly. You run your hands over your clammy face as you remember everything, now, how it surely won’t be long before someone comes looking for either of you.
You ignore Jamie’s sarcastic little chide, grasping the basin as he pulls out carefully, sighing with the motion, only to quickly push his hand up against your swollen pussy, now heartbreakingly empty as you spasm, pushing his cum out over his fingers and your inner thighs.
Like it’s the dirtiest thing you’d felt today, you blush, dipping your head in the mirror, avoiding your own gaze. Jamie feels his cock twitch at it as he pulls your panties back over your sensitive mound, wiping his messy fingers clean on the soft fabric by the waistband, and you’d nearly complain about that, but your thoughts are still a little airy and, fuck, facing your family is coming close to the forefront of your mind.
“I never wanna go back down.” You huff, spinning to face Jamie, finally. He’s tucking himself back into his slacks, straightening out his clothes, trying to ignore how that dress just flared as you spun, once a-fucking-gain.
“Doing it here was an awful idea.” You determine.
Your mouth is wrecked and glistening from all the biting and panting and Jamie wants, so badly, to kiss you, but he thinks you might throw a fit if he tries right now (or if he tells you he told you so, which is tempting), so he just laughs, his own cheeks a little red from the shame of it. 
“It was hot, though. While I was buried in you, y’know.” 
His breath hitches when your shoulders slump and you comment, “Don’t flirt with me, now,”, and your arm curls around his body, fingers dipping into his back pocket. His exhale comes slow when you pluck his car keys, circling them around one finger playfully.
“I’m gonna text mom and dad. Tell them that Maddie from study group picked me up in a crisis or something. I’ll be in your car waiting.”
Your amusement grows as Jamie’s eyes widen a little, brows furrowed and mouth hung open, floundering in a way you’ve never seen from him.
“Baby, no– why do I have to go alone? How am I meant to go shake your dad’s hand and say goodnight after that?” 
“Yeah… You should definitely wash your hands, first.” You deadpan, nodding solemnly.
When he cuts you an aghast look, you raise your hands in surrender and hold back a laugh, continuing, “Okay. I’ll go say goodnight with you. Tell them Maddie’s in crisis and you’re dropping me off on your way home.”
      And it works, you think, as nervous as you both are. If anyone were to look close enough, they’d find the angry crescent nail-marks in Jamie’s forearm as he shakes your dad’s hand, confirms the plans they have to take the boat out the next day. 
Maybe they’d notice the way your pretty lips are swollen, your lipgloss gone entirely as you peck your grandparents’ foreheads. If it were lighter out, if they were looking and you moved quickly enough when you bent down to hug your mom goodnight, maybe they’d cop an eyeful of the milky white, sticky between your supple thighs.
      But, they don’t. You’re off scot-free, in Jamie’s front seat then in his bed, where there’s no bated moans or holding back, and he can have you as loud as he wants, have you as long as he wants (and god, does he want.).
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(day 11) special delivery , jamie oleksiak
note, this fic is part of my 14 days of christmas. check out this masterlist if you're interested. none of these fics in this series are connected, they are all standalone. pair, jamie oleksiak x reader summary, y/n's due date was christmas, but baby oleksiak decides they don't want to wait that long, and decides to come sooner. warnings, babies, childbirth (not in detail), hospitals, covid world word count, 1411 words
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You balanced a bowl of mac and cheese on your stomach as you stared at the TV in front of you. Your dog Cookie snuggled up next to you, watching as you spooned pasta into your mouth.
"I'm home!" Jamie hollered.
"Living room!" You hollered back, a mouthful of pasta. He walked into the living room and laughed, "What?"
"Nothing, you're just cute." He chuckled, sitting down next to you, "Can I have a bite?" You scooped some pasta onto the spoon and fed it to Jamie.
"How was practice?" You asked, gesturing for him to grab the tub of ice cream sitting on the coffee table.
He chuckled, reaching over easily, and grabbing the tub but not before taking a spoonful, "It was good." He answered, "You think you can make it to the game tomorrow?"
"We'll see how things go tomorrow." You told him, "Baby O kicked today."
"Did they really? Where?" He asked eagerly.
"Right here." you poked at the spot and grabbed Jamie's hand. After a second, the baby kicked back. This wasn't the first time the baby kicked, but each time they kicked, it felt like the first time.
"Wow." He gasped, then looked up at you with a smile, " Do they do that a lot when I'm not here?"
"Only when I'm feeding them." You laughed.
"So, a lot?" He joked.
"Yes, they do." You nodded.
"Well, enough about me, how was your day?" He asked.
-
The next day, you were seated next to Lauren, Jordan's wife, eating a plate of nachos. You let out a wince and immediately dropped a hand to your stomach, "You okay?" She asked, looking over to your worriedly.
"Yeah, all good. Just a hard kick." You furrowed your brows.
"All right, well let me know if anything gets too hard. If the pain gets too bad." She told him, reaching over and squeezing your hand comfortingly.
"Yeah." You nodded, setting the plate of nachos down and trying to calm your breathing down, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You told her. She helped you stand up and right as you took a step, you stopped.
"Y/N? You okay?" Emma Gourde asked.
"I think my water just broke." You announced, trying to stay calm.
-
As you were rushed from the safety of the box, someone was rushing through the stadium trying to get to the ice and inform Jamie that his wife was going into labor.
Once the crew member finally made it to the ice, Jamie had just hopped onto the ice, "What is it?" A member of the coaching staff asked.
"Jamie Oleksiak, we need to get him off the ice." The man panted, trying to catch his breath.
"Why?"
"His wife--" The man panted, "His wife is in labor."
The coaching staff member jumped into action and began informing the coaches and everyone who needed to hear it that Jamie Oleksiak needed to get off the ice.
Jamie skated off the ice and looked around confused, "What's going on?"
"There's a car waiting for you once you're done getting changed,"
"Wait, wait, what's going on?" Jamie repeated.
"Your about to have a kid." The staff member told him. The guys on the bench who were listening in whistled and patted him on the back. Jamie didn't hear any of it as he turned and practically ran down the hall.
-
By the time Jamie got to the hospital, you were in a hospital gown and were already had a few machines hooked up. He bolted into the room, mask slipping from his face.
"Did I miss anything? How're you feeling? Any pain? That's a dumb question." Jamie rambled.
"Calm down, Big Rig, you haven't missed anything." You laughed.
"Good." He let out a sigh. in relief, making his way over to the chair next to your bed.
"Sav drove over and delivered the baby bag, as well as a few other things." You nodded over to the bags of stuff your best friend had brought over from your house.
"That's nice of her. Any food?" He asked, his eyes dancing across each object.
"Jamie." You glared.
"What? I'm hungry." He shrugged.
"I can't eat, you wouldn't do that to me." You pouted.
"I'm kidding. I wouldn't do that to you." You smiled, "Although, if I take a really long bathroom break halfway through this, don't be alarmed."
"Jamieson." You threw an extra pillow at him.
"I'm kidding, I promise. Last one." He laughed, easily dodging the pillow. You let out a groan and reached down to rub your stomach, "You okay?"
"No." You spat, "I'm about to give birth to a baby, which by the way, you're family is, in no way, small, so this is going to hurt. Your stupid big genes." You cursed.
"Yeah, stupid big genes." Jamie nodded in agreement, almost smiling but managing to stop it, running a hand through your hair while his other free hand went linked with your hand that was running over your bump.
"Stop laughing." His attempt to stop smiling didn't go unnoticed by you.
"I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to your head, "Not funny." He murmured into your hair.
"Go away. Your so stupid, I don't want to see you right now." You pushed him away.
Jamie took none of his personally, and actually stood up to make all the important calls to your parents, "I'm gonna make some calls. I love you. Don't have this baby without me." He joked. You groaned, shooing him out of the room.
-
"We still have to decide on a name." You told Jamie as he fed you ice chips.
"We still have time." He reminded you, running a soothing hand through your hair.
"What about, if it's a girl, Rosie, and if it's a boy..."
"Jamieson, Jr." Jamie suggested.
"No." You immediately shut it down.
"What? It's a good name." Jamie argued.
"Never." You shook your head, "How about..." You ate another ice chip and thought about it, "Roman?"
"No." Jamie shook his head, "What about... Henry?"
"Henry Oleksiak?" You tested it out, "I like it." You nodded.
"Really? You actually like one of my name suggestions?" He raised a brow.
"It sounds good." You smiled.
"I'm happy we were able to come up with names before they get here." He ran a hand over your bump as you let out a wince when another contraction rolled over your body.
-
After hours of labor, your little angel, Henry Julian Oleksiak, was born. He came out swinging his arms, quite literally. You looked over at Jamie, "He's definitely your son." You joked.
Due to covid, not many people could come visit, so when Jamie called, they all booked their tickets and flew to Seattle so they could all meet Henry in person when you got home.
In the meantime, you FaceTimed then so they could at least see Henry, even if not in person. After you ended all the FaceTime calls, Jamie let you take a nap while he looked after your newborn son.
Jamie had gotten rid of his shirt, having read in a book that skirt o skin contact was good for babies, "You really are my kid, you know? You came out trying to knock out the doctor. Well, bud, we can't do that." Jamie kept his voice down, letting your son latch his little hand onto one of Jamie's fingers.
"We only do that to people who chirp a little too far or people who are annoying. We don't do that to the nurses. They're nice." He pressed a kiss to the baby's head, "Anyways, your mom and I are both very excited that you're here. We've been waiting for a very long time, and now you're finally here. You have a big brother named Cookie who is very excited to meet you too."
"Goodness, there's so much to show you and we're so excited." Jamie spoke excitedly, "I love you." He whispered, pressing another kiss to Henry's head. He carefully shifted so he was lying down on the hospital couch and Henry on his chest. He pulled the blanket over both him and baby and fell asleep.
A few minutes later, a nurse walked in to check on you and Henry, and found quite the site instead. You knocked out on the hospital bed and Jamie, shirtless, cradling a baby to his chest. She snapped a photo before exiting the room, not wanting to disrupt anyone.
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