Jamie Drysdale oneshots

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Jamie Drysdale x Hughes! Reader

Amelia Hughes, jacks two year younger sister, moved in with her best friend Trevor Zegras two years ago. One year later, Jamie moved in with them. The three of them were inseparable, Amelia instantly growing incredibly close with the boy her age. Her and Jamie always being together, them always seeming like more than friends to anyone on the outside.

Amelia's POV

I awoke to the sound of soft snores coming from my left, me turning to lay on my left side, facing the brunette boy who's bed I was in. He was wearing nothing but grey sweats, me wearing a pair of his boxers and my favorite hoodie of his. His Eerie otters hoodie from when he played for them in Canada. 

I took in his appearance. How he rested his head on the crook of his elbow, the way his hair flopped just slightly over his eyes, him having crazy bed head. His mouth was open, allowing soft snores to escape past his lips. I gently rested my hand on his exposed back, tracing his exposed shoulder muscles. It was only about 6:45 in the morning and the boys had the day off of training as a summer gift from the coach.

After about 30 minutes of me tracing his exposed skin, including his face and arms and abs, he slowly woke up, mumbling something incoherent. I giggled at how deep his voice was, him clearly still half asleep. "Good morning my love" I spoke softly. Oh yea, I almost forgot to mention. Me and Jamie are dating. We have been for about 2 months, Trevor being the only one to know, me not wanting to tell Jack until I saw him in person.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, him moving to nestle his head into my chest. "Mmmm. Morning babe" he spoke, his morning voice making me incredibly giggly at how cute it is. He did not Don't this funny though, instead only laying there, arms moving to wrap tightly around my waist. "Is this my sweater?" He asked, smelling himself on it, not registering the pattern on the hoodie yet.

" maybe it is, maybe I stole it" I spoke, earning a chuckle from him. "It looks good on you" he spoke, still half asleep.