#jamie benn fanfic

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about that work crush (chapter 11) | jamie benn

Teaser: "You’re the most stubborn person I know."

The energy in the rink was palpable. You could see fans crying with joy as soon as Tyler let off the game-winning goal. The boys were in the second overtime against the New York Islanders, and the game had been neck-to-neck since the puck drop.

You had a good feeling the entire day. The entire team was ecstatic but focused leading up to the game, you had no concerns about anyone. From what you could tell, the Stars were having a hell of a season. All led by the Captain himself.

You had to keep your PDA to a minimum when at the arena, especially on a game night. But, when Jamie's first stop after getting dressed and one-wording his way through media was you, it was hard not to grin at him like a lovesick puppy.

“Guys, that game was incredible, we have to celebrate!” Tyler exclaimed from behind you, interrupting your opportunity to shower Jamie with compliments and congratulations.

“We actually have plans,” Jamie said, smiling down at you. Your face was hot, because he was referring to your long-awaited plans to have all of Jamie. Days had gone by since the original plan, but something always seemed to come up. Not something, someone. Not someone, everyone.

You loved the team. And, you loved Jamie's dedication to the team. But sometimes, you just wanted Jamie to yourself. Since everyone on the team now knew you were dating, guys were beginning to see it as less of a barrier to hang out with their Captain off the ice. Dates turned into double-dates, turned into hours of socializing that tired you out by the time you got to either of your places. It never felt like the right time for either of you.

It seemed like tonight would be that night. Even with the excitement of the game, Jamie made it clear he wasn't going to let anything trump your planned nightcap.

“Oh, come on,” Tyler scoffed. “Can you guys bang another night?”

“Excuse you, Tyler,” You replied. “Who said we were going to bang?”

You narrowed your eyes at Jamie as his smile grew wider. "Come on, I would never."

“Please come out tonight, both of you,” Tyler pleaded. “You both played a very big part in our win tonight so you both deserve to let loose. Especially you, Y/N. Are you really gonna say no to free drinks? I would say they're on me, but we all know none of us are paying a dime after this win.”

“You make a good case,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It always started like this. Tyler, or someone else, with their big pleading eyes, and promise of alcohol, made it so hard to turn down a night out. You managed to always leave it up to Jamie. These were his teammates, and you were sure the only reason you were included in these invites was because of him. When was the last time anyone invited Dan out?

“Can you give us a sec?” Jamie asked Tyler. Tyler nodded, but not before begging once more.

“Relentless,” You said.

“His best quality,” Jamie laughed. “It’s up to you. What do you want to do?”

“Uhm, I dunno,” You shrugged. “You played in the game, I think you should decide.”

“Tyler’s not going to let it go,” He mumbled.

“I mean, it was a pretty big win tonight, so if you want to celebrate, I can’t blame you.”

“Well, what do you want?”

"Is it really about what I want right now? Am I the captain of the team that just won?"

He rolled his eyes, "Stop."

“I don’t think Tyler would just let me go home. I’m sure he probably has my keys,” You joked. “And, if you would like to go out instead, that’s fine. We can just hang out with everyone, I guess.”

“Really?” The elation on his face said it all. Even if you did want to head home, now you would know his first choice was the team.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, I’ll let Tyler know.”

“Okay, I’m gonna grab my stuff,” You turned on your heel before he could even respond, rolling your eyes in the process.

Jamie was too absorbed to notice, immediately turning around to meet Tyler who had been watching your conversation. Tyler was surprised to see the smile on Jamie's face, since he had been watching yours intently when you were talking to his teammate.

"You're coming?"

"Yeah, she's just grabbing her stuff."

"She wants to come?" Tyler furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes, she said so," Jamie shrugged. "We're probably not gonna be out for long but I wouldn't want to miss it."

"Well, I'm glad," Tyler brushed it off as he and Jamie went to get there rest of the guys on board.

While in your office, you gave yourself a pep talk to get through the night. These were your friends. they just won an intense game and are on cloud 9. You helped them get there. You deserve this. Yes, you would rather be underneath your boyfriend. But, good things come to those who wait. Don't take this out on Jamie. You decided not to tell him how much you didn't want to be out tonight.

You planted yourself at the bar as soon as the beginning casualties were over. You had already downed a beer with the guys, and were feening for your next drink.

"Hey," You heard in your ear before a familiar smell swarmed you. "Why'd you run away?"

You leaned into Jamie as he stood in the space next to your chair. "Heels, I just wanted a seat. And, a drink."

"You sure?"

You nodded, not feeling like finding words to lie more about what you were truly feeling. Jamie needed to celebrate, not babysit you. "Go, I'm fine. I'll be right here."

His eyes searched your face for a moment before he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'll be back in a few."

He wasn't, in fact, back in a few. You watched him take shots with the guys, and if you weren't so annoyed at your circumstance, you would have melted at how happy he looked. Maybe that's why you couldn't say anything. This was his night, especially after all the shit he had been taking from reporters lately. He hadn't laughed like this in a week.

After wallowing in your sad- and drunkenness, you decided that the best thing you could do is go home to your house, change into your old PJs, and curl up in bed. You wanted to be alone, now.

To add to the very depressing moment, when you pulled your phone out to order yourself an Uber, you found that it was dead.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tyler asked, sitting next to you at the bar.

“My phone died and I would like an Uber home,” You huffed.

“What? Why?” He asked. 

“I need you to get a girlfriend so that I can vent to someone without worrying about what you’re going to say to Jamie.”

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I tell you all my secrets in our sessions, and I don't hear Jamie throwing them in my face, so,” He rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Jamie and I were supposed to spend some quality time together tonight,” You admitted. “And, I was excited because I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it. But, I don't think it's happening. For some reason, that makes me feel like shit right now. Not for 'some' reason, the reason is this," You pointed to your fourth drink.

“Your plan was for tonight after the game?” You nodded. “Shit, I'm sorry. I think I might be responsible.”

“No, you’re not because you didn’t make the plan. He was just like, what do you want to do? And, obviously I saw that he wanted to come so who am I to try and stop him?”

“Y/N,” Tyler sighed. “He’s probably focused on the team.”

“That kind of makes me feel worse, Tyler.”

“That’s not what I mean,” He said. “Obviously, you’re important to him and I’m 100% sure this night was supposed to be important, too. But, it was a big win for not only the team, but also Jamie. He got his second hat trick of the season, and that’s big after how we’ve all been playing. He might be on a high right now.”

You looked over at Jamie who was laughing with a drink in his hand, talking with a few of the guys.

“Still, he didn’t even acknowledge that- you know what, forget it. I'm not even mad at him, I want him to stay and celebrate. You're right, he deserves it. Can you just get me an Uber home?” You asked. “Please, Tyler, as my friend.”

“Are you going to say bye to him?” Tyler asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“He’ll be fine,” Youmumbled, stealing another glance at Jamie. “You'll make sure he gets home, right? I really want to get out of here.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good night.”

“No, I did, don’t worry. I’m just drunk and sad right now and it’s not a good combo. I know myself, and I know I need to be home in bed.”

“I get it, but are you sure you can get home? If you’re not gonna tell Jamie, at least let me make sure you’re good. I’ll go with you.”

“Tyler, I’m fine. And, you played amazing tonight so you should go have fun, too.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “Did you order it?”

“Yeah, two minutes,” He said. “I’ll come out with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I know the car and plate, go have fun.”

“You’re the most stubborn person I know,” He said, hugging you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at practice. Text me when you make it, okay?”

“Yeah, see you.” You grabbed your stuff before making your way out of the bar. You slid your sweater on and waited for the Uber to arrive outside.

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. Shit. “Y/N.”

You turned on your heel, facing Jamie. “Hey, I was just heading home.”

“Okay,” He trailed off. “Were you going to say anything to me or just disappear?”

“Not going to lie, I planned on disappearing,” You nodded. “And texting when I got home.”

He searched your face for a few seconds before bringing his hand up to scratch his beard. “I’m a little drunk so you might have to help me out here. Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m just calling it a night for myself. You should go have fun with the guys,” You told him.

"That didn't answer my question. Tyler told me to come out here and talk to you because something’s up. And, I agree,” He responded. “What happened from when we were in the arena to right now? I’m sorry, but I’m really trying to think of what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything,” You sighed. “Jamie, I’m drunk, too and I really just want to go home.”

“I thought we had plans though,” He said. “You were coming over?”

“You still want to do that while we’re both drunk?” You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“What do you mean? Hold on, is that why? Because we’re with the guys right now?” He asked.

“I assum-” You were cut off by a car pulling over next to you, honking. The car and license plate both matched the Uber Tyler called you. “That’s my Uber.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to figure out what’s going on right now. Are you really gonna leave?”

“What do you want me to do? He’s here,” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair tiredly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, seriously, Jamie. There's no issue.”

“Y/N, come on,” He pleaded, stepping closer. “Talk to me.”

“Jamie, everything’s fine. I really just want to go home,” You sighed, looking up at him. 

“Okay, I’m not gonna hold you, because you clearly don’t want to talk,” He stepped back, motioning to the car. “Can you at least let me know when you’re safe?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Have fun.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you closed the car door behind you.

"All good?"The driver asked. You nodded, signaling it was okay to drive off. You watched Jamie stand there while you pulled away.

~~~

When you pulled into work the next day, you weren't surprised to see Jamie's car parked in his spot. And, Jamie inside. You assumed he had been waiting for you to come in, since you didn't respond to him after sending a simple "Home." text the night before. For someone who wasn't mad, you sure acted like it.

You parked, and gathered your things before opening your car door. Jamie did the same, and you knew what was coming.

“Hey, I’m already running late,” You said walking towards the doors as he approached you.

“Wait,” He moved, reaching for your wrist. “Can you give me 5 minutes?”

“Yes, Jamie?” You turned around. 

“I just want to talk. You’re mad at me and I have no idea why,” He said. “How can I fix this if you won’t even tell me what I did?”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you.”

“What were you gonna say before your Uber came?” He asked. “I asked you if the reason why you were upset was because we were with the team.”

“I don’t remember, Jamie. I was drunk.”

“Well, I remember because you were about to tell me why you can’t even look me in the eyes right now. I’m really lost here,” He admitted.

“Hey, guys,” Both our heads snapped to Klingberg who was making his way inside the building.

“Hi, John,” You smiled. 

“How’s it going?” Jamie asked him.

“Pretty good. I’ll see you guys in there,” You both nodded and watched as Klingberg disappeared inside. Jamie looked back at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I was going to say that I assumed you didn’t think our plans were important, and that’s why you wanted to go out,” You admitted after a few moments.

“Not important, are you serious? You think I wouldn’t prioritize the first time we have sex?” He furrowed his eyebrows down at you. “Babe, when I asked you if you wanted to go out, I always planned on taking you home, too. I was never going to get that drunk enough to fuck up our plans.”

“Well, that’s not how it felt,” You said, looking down. “Now, I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“I wish you would have asked me, instead of assuming I forgot about you.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I've been waiting for last night, too. No offense to them, but if you wanted me to pick only one, you and we would have been at my house, without a doubt.”

“Oh, my god,” You groaned. “This was the most childish thing I’ve done.”

“Hey,” Jamie whispered, making me look up at him. “You’re right, I should’ve been more clear about the plans, I can see how it looked.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

Jamie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling me into his chest. “Doesn’t matter anymore. We're okay.”

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[diorsluv]

die for you , part 1

“ swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night ”

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[naanima]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn & Tyler Seguin Characters: Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin Additional Tags: 2023 Stanley Cup Playoffs, Jamie Benn cross checking Mark Stone because Benn is an idiot, Exes, Platonic Soulmates, Being Friends With Your Ex, Made For Each Other, But only in the platonic sense Summary:

"But Jamie, you can't do this again. I'm the fuck-up, you are the responsible one. That's how the divorce settlement went. Do your part of the deal, Benn."

[Tyler and Jamie, after Benn crosschecked Mark Stone during game three of the 2023 Conference Final. Tyler & Benn, having each other's backs despite the stupid.]

- Thanks to @mikathemad for editing. I fucking hate tenses. Lols

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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfic recs — Jamie/Tyler

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"A Fool for Lesser Things" (E) by Linsky | 11,553 | Still, though—no way. People don’t just forget four years of their lives. “You’re gonna need to give me way more than that if you want me to believe you,” Jamie says. “Did he wake up yet?” someone asks, and Tyler fucking Seguin walks into the room.

"I Feel Like I’ve Been Locked Up Tight" (E) by Linsky | 33,976 | Jamie’s not sure where he missed the boat on the whole sex thing.

"Something Like a Crush" (E) by purplecatsweater | 3,807 | It isn’t that Jamie isn’t incredibly aware of how close Tyler is – his fingers curled over Jamie’s arm, his leg thrown over Jamie’s, his breath coming in short bursts against Jamie’s collarbone once he shuts up and actually pays attention to the movie. Really, it’s just that Jamie is used to it. Tyler wouldn’t know what personal space was if it smacked him in the face, and Jamie’s never really complained.

"gonna have to ask about" (E) by ferrassie | 6,783 | This is not Tyler’s apartment. He has no idea how he got here or who he’s sleeping beside, face hidden in the pillow. He’s been sitting up long enough to wake him, though. “Tyler,” he says, voice muffled and rough with sleep. “You awake?” He looks up with half-lidded eyes, dark hair a mess.

"Door to Door" 🔒 (E) by Ferritin4 | 10,148 | "I work two jobs. I’m Tyler," Tyler says, extending his hand. "Do you want to come in?" Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

"Whatever You Want" (E) by LouLa | 2,449 | Jamie's possessive streak is something Tyler’s seen more and more of over the past few weeks.

"you haven't moved an inch" (M) by blinkiesays | 7,301 | To be honest, Jamie's gotten drunk and woken up in relationships before. He's not proud, but, you know. It is what it is. He just didn't think it would ever happen with somebody like Tyler.

"God, You Two Are So Married" (E) by popfly | 3,900 | 75% of what people say when they're joking is true. When it comes to Jamie and Tyler's fake wedding it's more like 99.9%.

"definitely, maybe" 🔒 (T) by carissima | 7,935 | He’s never met anyone and thought that they could be The One. But he looks at Jamie and he thinks, maybe.

"Captivated by You, Baby" (E) by Linsky | 9,049 | Tyler said to watch, but—Jamie’s pretty sure this isn’t what he meant.

"it's not a slow dance (this modern romance)" 🔒 (M) by fadeastride | 3,989 | He knows he's a little stupid when it comes to Jamie, a little too easy, a little blind to the rules of platonic friendship. Still, there's no reason for the next thing out of his mouth to be, “Hell, I could do it.”

"Sex Bomb" (E) by my99centdreams | 7,175 | He's got to say something. He's got to. They've been together for almost a year now and his - his need for this god damn word has been here for the entire fucking time. He can't escape it. He wants it so bad.

"Look at the wonderful mess that we made" (E) by sherlockelly | 89,563 | A name-on-wrist soulmate AU where being outed by a same-sex name is still newsworthy if you're in professional sports and is a very real concern for some NHL players. Despite the shifting attitudes, no one in the sport has ever come out publicly. Tyler has always felt relieved that 'Jamie' could be a male or female name, it makes hiding his sexuality a lot easier. Jamie's not been so lucky.

"baby, i want to touch you" 🔒 (E) by teamfreeawesome | 1,376 | So, maybe Tyler has a thing about Jamie's thighs.

"Taste Me" 🔒 (E) by teamfreeawesome | 2,005 | So, maybe Tyler has thing for a post-fight Jamie.

"swear it won't take you long" 🔒 (E) by ladyalysv | 9,823 | Tyler's pretty good at not thinking about stuff. Like, professionally.

"Next Level Bromanship" (E) by disarm_d | 7,974 | The thing that Jamie didn't realize was that even if he wasn't a guy, he still wouldn't be Tyler's type.

"but here's my number" (G) by ifonlynotnever | 1,711 | Tyler is drunk, and Jamie's number is just there.

"rearrange the alphabet" (T) by Aurum | 2,834 | Apparently Jamie's soulmate likes awful pick-up lines. It both is and isn't as bad as it sounds.

"off-ice situation" 🔒 (M) & "carving space" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 18,767 | He waggles his eyebrows, grins and looks over at Jamie like do you want to tell them or should I? Jamie elbows him and everyone laughs, and neither one of them can stop smiling. Crisis averted.

"Once More With Feeling" 🔒 (E) by SpiritsFlame | 55,431 | Tyler is a romantic. He thinks that anyone who gets to the NHL has to be, to pin everything on an almost impossible dream. He won't admit it, but he'd been looking forward to his Loop, to meeting the person he's going to spend his life with, over and over. Looking forward to the endless days of getting to know them, the two of them trapped in a moment together. He didn't think he was going to be in it alone, on the tail end of a bad trade, with no soulmate in sight. He didn't think it would be like this.

"too fragile just to guess" (M) by SpiritsFlame | 14,672 | Jamie has done stupider things than agree to go be Tyler's date to the wedding. So what if they'd been sleeping together for two years. So what if they stopped a few months ago. So what if Jamie isn't over it, and probably never will be. He's done stupider things. Just not by much.

"caused a scene" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 1,047 | There are two Halloween parties every year: the one where PR gets nice, family-friendly photos of cute kids and couples costumes and usually some dogs, and the one at Tyler's.

"my mouth is filled with honey" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 2,345 | Tyler likes Jamie's body so much. Tyler likes Jamie, so much, too.

"I'm Awfully Fond Of You" (E) by SomebodyOwens | 3,993 | Step 1: Publish Nudes in ESPN. Step 2: ????? Step 3: PROFIT!

"Holding Patterns" (M) by suburbanmotel | 5,342 | “Being between one thing and another,” Tyler says again, the phone close against his ear and mouth now. “Well, that’s us, isn’t it. That’s us.”

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This is an ongoing list.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic recs #mens hockey rpf #jamie benn x tyler seguin #jamie benn #tyler seguin

[figurativelysunny]

So I was just thinking about how I’d love a good memory-loss-with-a-happy-ending fic in RPF and Bennguin is my top ship rn so I started thinking about how it would go. Then I thought I should write it down and maybe prompt someone because I’m actually garbage at writing full fics and this drabble is what it turned into 😅 If anyone wants to pick this up and actually write it, please do (and maybe mention me so I can read it and because recognition feels nice!) If you want to talk with me about Hockey and RPF just dm me ☺️ thanks to justtoargue who encouraged me to post this even though I’m really nervous about it 💖

Tyler loses his memories after a concussion so he doesn’t know he’s been in a long term relationship with Jamie Benn.

Jamie clears most of his stuff out of their apartment while Tyler is still in the hospital and puts it back into the room in Jordie’s apartment that he used to live in. Hides all the photos of them in Tyler’s phone in a locked folder.

Jamie takes care of him but doesn’t expect anything back while Tyler is recovering.

Tyler starts falling in love with him little by little, day by day but thinks that Jamie couldn’t possibly love him back so he doesn’t mention it.

Tyler gets cleared for skating again even though his memories are just starting to come back.

Jamie almost kisses him so many times. He can’t help it when Tyler looks at him a certain way. As if he was his Tyler. The one who loves Jamie and talks about marriage and adopting puppies and who’s smile he used to wake up to every morning. They get close, Tyler is a little selfish and wants to be near Jamie all the time, cuddling. Most of Tyler’s memory starts coming back, but his past several years with the Dallas Stars still hasn’t.

Then there’s a moment, something quiet when they’ve come back from the bar with the team after a win, they’ve barely had a beer each, where they’re sitting close on Tyler’s couch.

Tyler says, “hey can I ask you a question?”

Jamie replies, “always.”

Tyler continues, “I found something the other day and I was hoping you might know why I had it. Here let me go get it.”

Jamie feel ice down his spine and his mind is spinning in circles trying to figure out what he could have left in the apartment that would have Tyler asking him about it. A photo of them together? Kissing maybe? A gift one of them bought for the other?

Tyler comes back into the room and sits down, looking nervous, and Jamie feel like the room is maybe not as spacious as it was a few minutes before.

Tyler takes a deep breath, ”I think it’s safe to say you’ve been my closest friend while I’ve lived in Dallas, even if I can’t remember it…so you would like know? Right?”

Jamie tries to keep his voice even when he asks, “know what?”

“If I was planning to get married?” Tyler lifts the little box and opens it to reveal a gold ring. Jamie can’t breathe. “I just can’t figure it out. This is clearly a wedding band, but if I was planning to get engaged or if I was already engaged then I would think that person would have shown up over the past few months. This doesn’t even fit me right. So I can’t imagine why I would have had it tucked away unless I’m holding it for someone else? No one has asked me for it back though and when I looked through financial records, I found a statement for it.”

“I-I’m sorry Tyler. I really don’t know.” Jamie hears himself say but he really can’t connect to his body right now. Was Tyler- had Tyler been seriously thinking about proposing? Jamie feels his eyes getting damp and had to look away from Tyler and the box. “Um, hey, I should probably get some sleep. Today was a lot and I’m exhausted.”

“Oh. Okay.” and Tyler’s voice is so small. Jamie can’t look though. If he looks he’ll tell Tyler everything and he can’t take away Tyler’s choice to be with him like that. Regardless of what they were in the past.

Jamie stands to leave, half full glass of water forgotten on the coffee table.

***

Tyler’s watching Jamie get up to go, feeling like his body is all wrong. Like he’s sick and nauseous and his head hurts and Jamie should come cuddle him again, kiss him until he forgets about it. Jamie can’t go. Tyler had to stop him. Jamie needs to know what Tyler feels for him, can’t imagine how Jamie hasn’t guessed yet when Tyler feels like it’s written all over his face when he looks at Jamie. This can’t happen again.

Wait. Again?

Yeah, the last time Jamie left they had a big fight. It was over something dumb but it scared Tyler so bad he thought Jamie might never come back in through their apartment door after he’d said, “I’m leaving” and slammed the door behind him. He thought he’d fucked up everything. Lost the only thing he cared about. Like when the Bruins traded him, but so much worse. Jamie wasn’t a career. Jamie was the rest of his life. Jamie was everything.

Jamie did come back though. They talked and they kissed and then Jamie fucked the sense out of him in their bed.

Their. Their. Theirtheirtheir.

And Tyler remembers.

Their first real meeting when Jamie picked him up at the airport. Their games together. Their play like magic. Their headlines in the NHL about being the most dangerous duo in the league. Their quiet time together. Their first kiss. Their first date. Jamie moving into their apartment after Tyler sent him the song Toothbrush by DNCE.

Together. They’re together.

Tyler bought that ring for Jamie Benn and damnit he’s going to give it to him.

Tyler’s breathing hard and Jamie’s almost to the door.

“Jame! Wait.” Tyler calls, using a nickname that’s only now come back to him, as he climbs over the back of the couch to get to Jamie faster.

Jamie freezes. Tyler catches up and grabs his arm gasping just a bit. “Jame, please, I- I remember.”

Jamie’s breath hitches and he turns to look at Tyler, finally. There’s tears in his eyes that are just starting to escape onto his lashes and cheeks.

“I remember,” he repeats.

Jamie looks like a fish out of water, like he can’t form words. He grasps Tyler’s arm back like a lifeline. “R-really? You remember…” he trails off, clearly cautious.

As if Tyler could remember his last seven years in Dallas without remembering *Jamie*.

“Yeah. Everything. I remember you and me and us and the team and-and our first date and you moving in with me and actually why the fuck aren’t you living with m-“

But Jamie’s kissing him and honestly how could Tyler have forgotten how this feels? It’s like coming home. Tyler pulls him closer.

When they break to breathe they both have tears on their cheeks and Jamie says, “god Ty, I missed you so fucking much. You have no idea.”

#memory loss #hockey RPF #bennguin #tyler seguin #jamie benn #established relationship #happy ending #fic prompt #abandoned fic #fanfic #hockey RPF fanfic prompt

[puckinginsane]

Hanging by a Moment Updated

Chapter 4 : Cooking for a special guy

Wattpad

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#puckingwrites #jamie benn #fan fiction #jamie benn fan fiction #hockey fan fiction #nhl fan fiction #jamie benn imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #sports fan fiction

[gildedmuse]

So, most the One Piece fans in my life have been discussing the live action series, and, surprisingly, most with a hopeful tone. Which is great because, seriously, I'm too old and close to death to deal with either of the following preemptive attitudes:

"Look, I know trailer footage is not only often unfinished but not even always what gets included in the final project but based purely off the smallest of moments contained in this purely commercialized content, I can definitely state with absolutely no doubt that due to minor detail, the whole thing sucks"

"This will be just like I imagined it including all the changes I would make to canon that have never once been hinged at by those in charge, I just know it's going to be not just as awesome as I have created in my mind but even betyeyr and there is absolutely no way they'd ever make the slightest change that would somehow immediately ruin the entire property retroactively for me!"

The fact that most the people I interactive with are taking a positive but grounded attitude instead of determinedly antagonist or unhinged optimism is just... Nice. Really, really nice.

Most our discussions regard general aesthetic and what we think these creative choices indicate for the show, but there has been one area where 95% of all feedback has been glowly positive, and that is the actors. Seriously, every sneak peak trailer reveal brings about more fan-gushing from the bleachers (related note, this means that any characters we haven't seen gets more and more nails bitten short. Like, why haven't I seen the Benn Beckman? This is actually really important to me.)

This has lead to a lot of excitement for potential future cast members, including from the boys at my work. Which.... They are definitely fans, there is no denying that, but like... I don't think of as "those kinds of fans" .

But I'm always happy to be proven wrong.

AnimeDub Fan Coworker: I've never seen a more perfect live action adaptation than Mihawk in the trailer. The word. The eyes. The facial hair. Like damn.

Manga/Anime Fan Coworker: The cast looks so fucking on. I know this will never get a season 2, but if it did, the absolute dream would be for Jamie Lee Curtis to play Kureha.

Me: Yes, please. She's on my list of Characters I Have To See In Live Action. It's Law (obviously), Kid & Killer but particularly Killer, Ace of course, Robin because ROBIN, and Kureha who, yeah, is on the list cuz I want JLC or equivalent.

AD Fan: You just went off about how Garp was too hot but are cool with Jamie Lee Curtis as Kureha?

Me: Yeah, because unlike Garp, Kureha is canonically smoking.

AD Fan: Agree to disagree.

M/A Fan: They'll probably go for no names again like they did for this cast, but dream casting would be Alexandra Daddario as Robin. Boom.

M/A Fan: *With absolutely no further promoting from me* Ooooooh I got another fake casting. This one's for Kid. Cameron Monaghan.

M/A Fan: He's played crazy before too. And he's really good at it. He was pretty much "the Joker" in the show Gotham. AND he was the gay brother on Shameless. So he can totally be pirate married to Killer!

Me: *Desperately trying to remember when I mentioned in my work chat - that includes a few non-geeks, like not just not OP fans but just straight up not up with geek culture - that Kid and Killer were Pirate Married, a phrase which is very much so mine.*

Me: *Decides it doesn't matter and just gives self a point to converting yet another normal fan straight boy around to the correct view of Kid and Killer's relationship.* Now we just need someone who can pull off the perfect 80 glam rock star AND NHL defense player and we have two more Supernoves cast and ready to go.

I don't know how I keep convincing these straight boys who have probably never read a fanfic in their lives to get behind Kid/Killer as canonical Pirate Husbands, but when one of the major considerations for fan-casting is, "would Mina find him suitable gay with Killer?" you know you've won. I'm not sure what exactly, but it's definitely a win.

#this post is mostly for me #and for everyone out there who has ever had that sweet victory of convincing a nonshipper/nonfanfic inclined individual #that despite all realistic canon expectations #two characters are just super gay for each other #hey the Good Omens fandom did it; all hope is not lost #Kid x Killer #They're pirate husbands ya'll #pirate husbands #I clearly use that phrase too often if my coworkers have picked up on it #I did for a while wonder if when someone repeated it back if they truly understood that I didn't just mean that they're loyal and crewmates #'Oh you mean 'pirate husbands' like Shanks & Benn or Roger & Rayleigh?' #As a matter of fact yes that is exactly how I meant it #In that I am directly implying all those characters be fucking. Each other. #(not all at once obviously.... though Shanks would probably be down for that.... maybe not with Roger. Unless timetravel. Then yeah 100%) #one piece #one piece live action #one piece as as family activity! #/work activity #one piece casting #eustass kid #killer one piece #MurderChild #Still having trouble with a solid ship name for these two #when the normies join the fun #PS: yes everyone else in the work chat hated us #Don't care got coworkers to admit Kid and Killer be married #It's a good day when your friends accept the gay #amusing musings

[ana-benn]

The Enforcer's Gun

Warnings: Smut, mafia AU, Dom/sub, possessive alpha male, gun play, exhibitionism, alcohol consumption (I don't advise copying this part. I've done it and it's a great recipe for a hangover from hell), size kink, thigh riding, object insertion

You'd normally be thriving right now. You had your hair done, a dress that fit well and looks hot as fuck, and honestly you'd spent most of the night getting compliments from random strangers. For all intents and purposes, you were having a good night. Except the one man you wanted to notice how good you looked wasn't paying attention to you.

He was working.

While you could appreciate the fact that he had work to do, you hated how at times like this he could just ignore you. If you'd ever told him that he'd have smirked and informed you that he spoiled you. Which was true, but that knowledge did nothing as you stood at the bar and watched him talking to the owner of the nightclub you were in.

'Contract Negotiations' is what he had called it, but he wasn't exactly in the negotiations business. You flinched as Jordie grabbed the guy by the shoulder and held him fast while Jamie hit him hard in the stomach. You'd learned to find this side of him masculine and entirely too sexy, and you felt the tell-tale slick pool in your panties.

"There you are, you're too good at giving me the slip," Tyler laughed as he saddled up next to you. Normally you'd have Jessi here with you, but she'd just had a baby, so it was you and Tyler. You could've spent time with one of the other girls that'd come, but you didn't exactly like them all.

"That's because you're too busy checking out the sorority girls that just walked it," you quipped. "Why won't this bartender come take my order?" You grumbled as the bartender walked past you yet again.

"He probably saw you walk in with Chubbs," Tyler laughed, signaling the bartender.

"Don't let him hear you call him that in public," you grinned. "He may shoot you."

"Round of fireball shots," Tyler said when the bartender walked over finally. You have him a pointed look and he rolled his eyes, "And a Mai Tai for the lady."

"Plantation rum!" You called to the bartender's back. You rolled your eyes as Tyler laughed at your pout.

"Not everyone is gonna cater to you like Jamie does doll, just the facts," he winked then.

"He's not even catering to me," you grumbled, eyes drifting over to where Jamie was crouched over a bleeding man. Apparently negotiations weren't going well. Or maybe they were, you had no idea. "Why'd he bring me again?"

"You've been asking to come for months," Tyler reminded you.

"And you're baby sitting me because..." You asked.

"Apparently I only do 'pretty things' and this isn't a pretty job. So I got girlfriend duty," he smirked looking down at you.

"Why Mr. Seguin," you gasped in mock outrage. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were flirting."

"Nah, I like my balls where they are," Tyler shrugged. "You picked a jealous one." Just then the bartender lined up the shots in front of the two of you and set your Mai Tai down before scurrying away.

You rolled your eyes, as Tyler handed you a shot. You clinked them together before slamming back three in a row each. It was a ritual you'd developed when Tyler was on baby sitting duty, and you actually enjoyed the cinnamon burn. You tasted your drink, rolling your eyes as you sipped the tinny taste associated with Bacardi, before grabbing the final shot in front of you and dumping it into the tiki drink.

"Really?" Tyler asked with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged, "I hate Bacardi, you know that."

Tyler just laughed as he threw back his final shot, "Come on I know you wanna dance."

You let Tyler lead you onto the dance floor, one hand securing your drink firmly. You danced with him for a while, forgetting your annoyance at Jamie for working temporarily. You were laughing and having fun, as Tyler would spin you around and sing along with you. It was completely not sexy, but it was fun and comfortable. Tyler was Jamie's best friend, and you felt almost as safe with him as you did your boyfriend. You'd grown to see him like a playful older brother who would tease you and goof around, but the second someone touched you he's fuck them up.

A few songs in though and he leaned into your ear, "I'm going to hit the head. Stay here." You nodded in acknowledgement as he walked away.

In a place like this it wasn't long before the vultures descended, and a decent looking guy moved in to try and dance with you. "Just waiting for my boyfriend," you'd explained.

"It's okay, I am too," he laughed.

You smiled then and danced a little with him then, soon another guy showed up and your partner left. Tyler still hadn't shown up so you decided to go to the ladies room. As you walked out after washing your hands you held the door open with your foot so you could throw your towel away, not paying attention to your surroundings you were startled when rough hands grab you and pressed you against the brick walk across from the bathroom.

You were about to scream when you recognized the bearded face looming over you, "Jamie?" You questioned. "You scared me."

"Did I?" He mumbled as he hiked your skirt up and pushed into your body as a brought a thick thigh between your legs. The immediate pressure made you gasp in delight, as his lips attacked your neck.

"I don't like watching you dance with other men," he growled as you pushed down onto his thigh harder, dragging your soaked pussy along the dark fabric of his pants. Craving the friction and already desperate for him.

"I-I'm...." You were losing what your wanted to say as he again pressed rough kissed over you'd neck, working down into the cleavage of your dress. You moaned softly at the feel, and bucked into his body. His hands on your hubs suddenly stilled you.

"You're going to cum on my thigh little girl," he said darkly. "But first I think I need to remind you who I am."

Suddenly you felt cold metal touch your inner thigh, as his other hand ripped your flimsy panties from your core. He shoved the lace in his pocket as he spread your slick around your weeping hole, before working you open on his thick finger. You responsive body was preening under the attention, and you eagerly bucked into his hand as his palm grazed your clit.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet," he groaned his head falling into your neck. "Whose got you this wet?"

"You do," you moaned out. "Only you."

"Yeah?" He asked, making you whimper as he removed his hand. He slowly worked the cold barrel of his gun into you soaked channel, as he did that he sucked your juices off his finger.

He worked you until the barrel was seated inside you fully. Before he left it there running his hands along your inner thighs and occasionally grazing your sensitive bud. He was teasing you while your cunt quivered around the gun, you felt so full and stretched around it.

You didn't even notice as Jamie pulled out his phone, but when you saw him take a picture of your body split open on his gun you could've cum right then. He smirked when he saw your hungry eyes watch his every move before hiking you up further by pulling your legs over his hips. You moaned as he nuzzled his face into your neck again and worked his mouth over your favourite spot. You knew well that he'd leave a dark bruise there, and you craved it. You craved that mark of ownership maring your skin. Just the idea made you groan with arousal.

You shuttered as your back brushed against the rough wall in the hallway of the nightclub. The exposed back of your dress creating space for the wall to scratch your delicate skin.

"Please you begged," as Jamie's large hands teased you mercilessly, the warmth a sharp contrast to the cold metal in your soaked cunt.

"You want to act like a desperate whore," Jamie growled in your ear, pushing further into your body. "I'll treat you like a whore." He pulled the gun back just enough, before pushing it roughly back into you. "You'll get off on my gun right here, or I'll make sure you don't cum for weeks little girl."

You sobbed. It was rough, and degrading, but it felt like heaven. You wanted to hate this, but the feel of Jamie's hands on you, as he fucked you with a weapon was indescribable. You wanted more, and yet with a flex of his wrist you felt yourself quiver as you orgasmed all over the shiny metal.

"JAMIE," your cried out as waves of pleasure wracked your body.

As you came down he worked the gun out of you before sliding it into the waistband of his pants. He slowly dragged your cunt along his thigh as you just watched, completely blissed out. He grinned at your expression as you went from being in a post-orgasmic haze, to being fully aroused again, to thrashing against him as you came violent with nothing in your oversensitive core.

He let you come down, cooing in your ear has he did so, "Such a good girl for me." He rubbed soothing hands over your arms and back as he just held you.

Once he'd given you a moment to recover he slowly set you down on shaky knees. You watched him as he pulled the gun out and wiped it off, before pulling the clip from his back pocket and reloading it. You gazed at him shocked as you put it together.

"It wasn't loaded?" You asked, causing Jamie to laugh.

"You thought I'd fuck you with a loaded gun? Come on baby, I told you I'd engage your fantasy I'm not putting my favorite girl at risk," he said with a smile. "Now come on your going to keep my cock warm while I finished working out some more details."

He grabbed your hand and escorted you back to where he'd been all night. He was unashamed as he unzipped his cock and impaled you on it, as you stifled a moan as you settled into his chest. You peppered kisses along his neck as you allowed his beard to tickle the side of your face as he spoke. You felt yourself slowly soaking him as your juices slicked out of your body.

Every once in a while Jamie would look at you and smirk as he felt your walls flutter around him. You were on edge and desperate for friction. By the time you were left alone, realizing that the club around you had closed and it was just you and Jamie you were borderline feral for him. You moved to get off of him, so he could take you home and fuck you, but instead powerful hands held you in place. You looked at Jamie, shocked, before he lifted you slowly and brought you back down roughly.

You understood what he wanted and slowly tucked your knees under you. You worked yourself up his cock, before the hands covering your hips brought you back down. Your responsive body trembled at the give and take you were doing with him. His eyes never left you, watching as you worked yourself to the edge again, he wanted to see you come undone.

With no adrenaline in your veins this time your climax came softer, more subtle, you whimpered out as your body quaked around him. Jamie groaned and pulled your lips to his as he reached his own peak. Once he'd calmed himself he slowly lifted you off I've him. Tucking himself back into his pants he slung a lazy arm around your waist before nodding at the bartender you'd dealt with earlier. He threw some cash on a table and ordered him to lock up. You felt you face heat as you realized you hadn't been alone, but ultimately you didn't care.

It had been a good night.

#jamie benn #oh captain my captain #dallas stars #hockey #nhl #dallas hockey #dallas sports #stars dallas #jamie benn appreciation day #jamie benn x reader #jamie benn madia au #jamie benn smut #jamie benn fanfic #jamie benn imagine

[hockeyboysiguess]

nine ladies dancing -> nine hockeys dancing | j. benn

a/n: i know christmas was two days ago, but 2020 isn’t real so here’s day 9. rest of the series linked here. 

word count: 2,799

warnings: single!dad jamie, a very absent mother figure, some cute dancing. 

“You want what?” 

Jamie sighed, covering his skate blades before dropping them into their designated spot in his stall, all part of his routine that was so practiced and rehearsed he didn’t have to think about anything before he did it. He thrived in the routine of it all, as much routine as he could get at the rink because when he got home, all semblance of a routine went out the window for the dark-haired little girl in pigtails on the background of his phone, sitting in his lap. She was five now, joyful and gap-toothed and as perfect as she’d been to him the day he knew that he was going to be her dad. She was his pride and joy, the only thing that when the sun set everyday, no matter where he was, mattered. It was him and her and he’d do anything to keep her smiling, including ask his teammates to sacrifice a little of their time and a lot of their pride for her.

“Lottie’s nervous about her recital for dance,” Jamie repeated himself slowly and steadily. “She’s scared she’s going to mess it up if she doesn’t practice in front of people who aren’t just her dad as she says, so I was hoping some of you might be willing to drop by the house later to give her an audience? I know it’s a lot to ask for this time of year.” 

Some of the younger guys bristled a little at the idea of giving up a prized free Friday night in Dallas without a team commitment the following day to watch Charlotte Benn dance as well as a five-year-old could perform The Nutcracker. Other teammates smiled with experienced and well-knowing understanding, having similar experiences in their own past, and standing up in front of the team to ask for something for their families. Jamie hated asking, but he asked more than anyone else. He hated asking now, especially this close to Christmas where people wanted to be with their families most of all, even though Jamie Benn hated Christmas these days. 

“What time do you want me?” left Tyler’s mouth so much more easily than the call for help had left Jamie’s moments before. “Who else is coming?”

Jamie’s calls for help were always answered in this room, a gift he never expected to receive but now couldn’t imagine his life without the people in this room. Especially as hands went up, along with a disjointed but beautiful chorus of, “I’m in,” and, “Me too,” fell from his teammates mouths, Jamie couldn’t stop the grateful smile from forming on his face. The support fell over Jamie’s shoulders in a way that reminded him of the way his mom would pull his heavy, puffy winter coat over his shoulders before sending him outside back home in Victoria ages ago, back when he thought his life was going to be simpler than it was, back when he thought he would follow the traditional order. Grow up, get a good job, find a wife, get married, have a few kids, and live happily ever after in a blissful, peaceful, uncomplicated, adult world. To be fair, Jamie had done most of that, but after Charlotte was born, she left them both, wiping her hands of him and her daughter without a thought of how cruel it really was to leave your child who hadn’t even seen a full year of life the day before her first Christmas.

Jamie hated her for a lot of things now. One of the many things was that she made him hate Christmas and hating Christmas just wasn’t ever in Jamie Benn’s plans. But he had to pretend he didn’t hate Christmas, or her for that matter, because Charlotte deserved to get to be happy and unburdened by her father’s hatred or her mother’s lack of desire to be her mother. So, Jamie Benn loved Christmas, as long as you didn’t look too deep into his eyes where the pain rested as he lied about how excited he was for it. 

Still, Jamie painted that smile on his face when he answered the door covered in the most basic Christmas wreath Jamie could get away with to see more of his teammates than he imagined standing behind it. Tyler led the group, big smile and a flower for Charlotte in hand, an attempt to maintain his title as her favorite uncle. Dicky and Guri seemed to have been pulled into this by Tyler, but were happy to have come along probably under the promise that Jamie might just join her for a terrible dance or two, terrible because of Jamie not Charlotte. The girl dad crew, as the shirts one of them had gotten them for the start of the season said, Comeau, Dowling, and Klinger, were all right behind them, and Bishop tagged along as well. The only true surprise was Rads, who despite being a dad himself, only had boys and wasn’t exactly a ballet sort of honorary uncle, but Tyler Seguin could make people do a lot of things for his very deserving niece and he’d put his mind to giving her the biggest audience possible. 

The smile relating to Christmas itself might have been fake, but the gratitude Jamie felt to his teammates for stepping up on short notice brought a real one to his face in place of the fake one. His smile carried over as Tyler made a beeline for Charlotte who was standing in the living room, with all the furniture pushed to the walls, in her tutu and a gapped-tooth grin on her face. Tyler scooped her up easily, setting her on his hip and offering her the flower in one smooth motion. 

“For me?” Charlotte asked him, her little hands already reaching for it. 

“Of course it’s for you, Miss Charlotte,” Tyler smiled back at her as he placed it gently into her waiting hands. “There are no other pretty ballerinas around who deserve flowers.” 

“You’d make a pretty ballerina, Uncle Tyler,” Charlotte told him with her eyes trained on her flower. 

Jamie funneled past them and into the kitchen to grab a vase for it, the one Charlotte had decorated with her handprints in preschool. Jamie kept everything, every ornament, every macaroni art, every card, every little thing Charlotte made. He had bins of stuff by now, but he was more than content to buy more bins and fill his basement with everything she made. He rotated what was on the fridge weekly. This week, his fridge doors were full of various glittery Christmas artwork from school. Glitter rained on the floor every time he opened it. Jamie didn’t mind in the slightest.

Charlotte was charming his teammates with her dimpled smile when Jamie came back into the living room, vase with water in hand. He knelt down next to her and offered her the vase to slide her flower into. Taking it from her would lead to tears, but letting her put it in the vase she made herself eliminated that possibility. Jamie sat the flower in its vase next to the speakers and pulled up the soundtrack for her recital on his phone.

“Okay, you ready, Lottie?” 

Jamie’s question caused his teammates to settle themselves around the room. Tyler took the floor in front of Bish and patted the ground next to him for Jamie. He started the music, then made his way to his spot, slumping down onto the floor while Charlotte fussed with her dance costume and shuffled her feet on the floor. Jamie could hear her counting softly under her breath and see her foot loosely tapping to the beat. Jamie didn’t know a thing about dance, but he had seen Charlotte practicing enough to know she’d missed when she was supposed to come in and was just staring at her shoes instead. 

“You okay, honey?” Jamie asked her softly.

“I’m nervous, Daddy,” she mumbled in reply, fingers fussing with her tutu. “I don’t want to dance alone.”

Before Jamie could even begin to stand, Tyler was up on his feet and reaching for Charlotte’s small hands. She sheepishly held onto a few of his fingers. 

“Would it help if Uncle Tyler danced with you?” he asked her softly, head ducked down to be level with her. “That way, you won’t be doing it alone.” 

“But you don’t know the moves,” Charlotte mumbled, eyes trained on the grain of the hardwood as Tyler swung their conjoined hands back and forth to try and cheer her up. 

Tyler laughed as he spoke, “Uncle Tyler can manage just fine, with a little help from some friends?” 

Jason Dickinson was up on his feet without another word, with Guri hot on his heels and Klinger right behind him. Bishop might have been flexible, but dancing wasn’t exactly his forte. He still rose to his feet to join everyone else who was gathering around Charlotte. Tyler reached out and grabbed Rads’ forearm, seeing as he hadn’t moved yet, and yanked him into the crowd. 

“Daddy!” Charlotte called out from his spot among his teammates, hidden from view. “Come dance too!” 

Jamie really, really wasn’t a dancer. Jamie wasn’t a lot of things. He wasn’t the most bold sort of guy, preferring to stay inside of his comfort zone most of the time. He was a good captain, but not by being outspoken. He led quietly by example. Jamie wasn’t the guy who ever thought he’d be a single dad. Hell, sometimes Jamie thought he was the guy who was going to be relegated to the fun uncle role for his entire life before Charlotte was born. Jamie wasn’t the guy who ever thought he’d need other people like he needed people now, like he needed his friends to make his daughter feel comfortable enough to practice for her dance recital, a sentence Jamie never thought would be among his list of concerns in life, because he always thought his ex-wife would be there to help and could handle this sort of thing he was particularly bad at. 

Most of all, Jamie never thought he’d hate Christmas, but he truly couldn’t wait for December 26th to come and for that godforsaken tree tucked in the corner that reminded him of everything he wasn’t, everything that he’d failed at, to go back into its box, for his daughter to be doing normal ballet recitals instead of ones of the Christmas variety, for everything to stop reminding him of the holiday he used to love. Still, Jamie rose to his feet from the floor and restarted the music, ready to sway as poorly to it as he did, because Charlotte had asked him to, like doing it didn’t make his chest ache and his head spin as he remembered that life he was supposed to have but never would. 

Tyler was the best worst dancer of the bunch, attempting to spin when Charlotte did, arms over his head doing his best impression of a five-year-old doing her best impression of a real ballerina. Jamie just swayed a little to the music, feet shuffling side to side. Rads was trying his hardest to be The Grinch, but it was increasingly hard to do with their teammates making fools of themselves for the sake of Charlotte Benn, Guri finding himself in the air courtesy of Jason and being spun like a top. John was swaying with admiration on his face, seeing this as his future with his own little girl. Charlotte’s giggle was drowning out a lot of the music. Rads ended up slow dancing with Tyler after a fight about which of them was actually right to lead. The fight lasted all of four second before Radulov took charge and started leading Tyler around the living room. Comeau and Dowling were swaying together, giving Jamie supportive looks because they understood what seeing her laughter meant to him on a level others didn’t.

The only thing that dulled the ache in his chest was Charlotte’s laughter. She loved Christmas still, something Jamie would never try to take from her. He didn’t want to pass any of his resentment and anger down to her like a tradition that should’ve died years ago. It would die with him. Jamie was determined to make it so. 

His teammates doing their best attempts at ballet meant for five-year-olds to The Nutcracker soundtrack with the fire crackling in the background was a pretty good way to make sure all Charlotte remembered from his Christmas was love and joy. Jamie scooped her up as the song ended, causing a fit of giggles to pour from her mouth. 

“You did so good, peanut!” Jamie tickled her a little as he spoke, heightening her giggles. “So good, right guys?” 

The chorus of approvals and cheers from his teammates made Charlotte's smile wide impossibly more.

“I think I’m going to do so good tomorrow at the re-re-recital,” Charlotte stuttered a bit as she spoke. The word recital was a difficult one for her. “Uncle Tyler should join. He’s a good dancer.” 

“Not as good at you, Miss Charlotte,” he assured her, ruffling her hair a little and making her giggle again in Jamie’s arms. 

Charlotte carried the smile she grew that evening with her all the way through to her recital the next day. Jamie dropped her off early, as he always did, and took his seat in the audience among the other eagerly waiting parents. He managed to find a prized seat at the end of the aisle, where Charlotte might actually have a chance at spotting him from the stage.

“Is the seat next to you taken?” 

Jamie lifted his eyes from his phone to see you standing there, coffee in hand despite it being seven at night two days before Christmas. You were beautiful and Jamie wondered who you were here with. He wasn’t able to make most dance practices or parent events, so he didn’t have a good idea of who you might be even though it made him feel like a worse dad for not knowing.

“Your Charlotte’s dad, right?” you asked him after clearing your throat. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jamie mumbled as he scrambled to his feet to let you get by and take the seat next to him. He dropped back into his seat when you did. “How’d you guess?”

“Well, she looks just like you,” you told him. “But also, figured you had to be the hot single dad everyone talks about in the moms’ group chat.”

Jamie threw his head back and laughed, “The moms’ group chat talks about how I’m hot?”

“Shhhh,” you shushed him softly. “Don’t rat me out as the source of that information though. You’ll get me kicked out of the chat and that chat is the only source of entertainment I have in my life that doesn’t involve a five-year-old.” 

Jamie nodded and put a hand over his heart, “Your secret is safe with me. Promise.”

“Better be, or I’ll have to kill you,” you joked, drawing another laugh that caused him to tip his head back and shift his hand over his stomach as he laughed with his whole body. 

As he came down from his laughter, the lights began to dim around you to signal the start of the show. You watched as various moms slipped into the aisle, phones outstretched, to record the show. You shook your head softly. The studio always recorded the show and sent it to all the parents after, and you were partial to watching her dance with your own eyes rather than through your screen. 

“Gonna get out there?” Jamie whispered to you. 

“Their teacher will send out the recording,” you shrugged. “I’d rather watch it.”

“Finally,” Jamie sighed, voice heavy with relief, “someone else gets me.”

“Maybe we should sit together at more of these,” you suggested to him as the lights went dark. “Single parents who don’t believe in watching the recital through their phones.”

Normally, especially now when trees stood in people’s living rooms and wreaths hung on front doors, the acknowledgement Jamie was in this alone with Charlotte, that she left them both, made him feel alone. When the words left your mouth, Jamie felt a sense of closeness, of kinship, of mutual understanding that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was natural, the way you two talked between dance numbers, about Charlotte, about your daughter, about hockey, about your work, about your lives. Jamie left that recital with your phone number burning a hole in his pocket and Charlotte’s hand in his, feeling like, for the first time in a long time that Christmas might still have some magic left in it after all.

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about that work crush (chapter 9) | jamie benn

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Teaser: “You hired me to do a job, and I intend on doing it.”

Just as the guys really began to gain momentum on their run, they were shot down. After a four game winning streak, the Dallas Stars lost two games in a row. Their next game was against Tampa Bay, a team they had lost to in the playoffs the year prior.

The mood around the arena was tense, everyone on eggshells prepping for what they hoped would be a good outcome. You had your work cut out for you, as the beginning losing bout seemed to be taking a toll on not only the players, but also staff and coaches. You tried your best to be available for anyone that needed to talk, but you could see that you were beginning to spread yourself pretty thin. 

You were currently in the middle of a session with Suter that wasn’t necessarily going well. He had gotten upset in the previous game, and felt that the team’s loss was all on him. Whether that was true or not, you knew you had to get him to move on and focus on the upcoming games. 

“I’m just a little concerned with your reaction to the game,” You repeated, gently.

“Well, I don’t think you need to be worried,” Suter responded, shrugging his shoulders.

“Look, you messed up. You admitted that, it’s fine. Now, it’s how you bounce back from that.”

“I’m going to be honest, with all respect, I don’t really want to do this today. I know we still have what, 45 minutes? I’m just not feeling it.”

You pursed your lips. “That’s okay. How about you come find me when you’re ready to talk? Preferably before the next game because I have to report back to Coach.”

“I know, thank you.” He didn’t even wait for you to say goodbye before he stood up, and walked out of your office. You sighed, writing down your notes from the very short session.

As you began to prep for your next session of the day, a knock sounded at your door. “Come in.”

“Y/N,” You looked up, seeing Coach step into your office and shut the door behind him. “You have a second?”

“Yes, what do you need?”

“I know this might be a little weird but Dan’s not here so I really have no other option. Jamie came in today fuming. He seems upset, and he won’t talk to me. Would you mind checking in with him? I mean, obviously, if it’s something between you two, I can fi-”

“-Well, I would hope it’s not me. We’re good as far as I know,” You interjected. “But, yeah, I can pull him and see what’s up. Where is he?”

“He’s on the ice about to put holes in the net with pucks.”

“Okay, I’ll find him. Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I know I’m probably putting you in an awkward place.”

“No, you’re fine. You hired me to do a job, and I intend on doing it,” I smiled. “Even if that’s with Jamie.”

“We should also talk about switching you over to something more permanent, too,” He said, standing up. “If you’d like, of course. I know we agreed on something temporary, so I don’t know if you have something lined up already.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re doing great work with the guys. They all like you, the staff like you and we’ve only gotten better since we’ve brought you on. No reason to keep interim in your title, yes?”

“Yes, absolutely. I love working here.”

“I’m glad. I knew you would be a good fit.”

“Thank you, Coach. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. Keep up the great work, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You nodded before he left your office. You sighed happily as you exited all your browsers to head down to the rink. What could be wrong with Jamie?, you thought to yourself.

Rick was right, this might be awkward. You had successfully stayed out of Jamie’s way at work. Not because you were afraid of him, but because you knew he needed to have his focus on the game when he was here. He vented to you about the team, and you to him about your job, but that was mostly outside of the arena or on your own times during breaks and lunch. You had agreed it would be best if it stayed like that. Now, you had no choice but to put on your work hat with him. 

You left your office, heading towards the rink where everyone else was. Once you were out there, you searched for Jamie among the 10-or-so guys on the ice. You found him working alone, and just as Coach said, he was aggressively shooting pucks into the net. You walked down to the glass, knocking to catch his attention. Jamie looked up and you immediately could tell that he was upset.

He nodded his head towards the bench and you made your way over to him. “What’s up?” He asked, taking his gloves off.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” You asked.

“Right now? I’m working.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” You said.

“Can we do it later?” He asked. You waited a few seconds to look him over, deciding honesty was probably your best bet at getting him to talk.

“Coach asked me to check in on you, since Dan’s not here. I’m not trying to disturb you or anything, business only.”

He sighed, standing up. “I’m just gonna take off my skates and change. I’ll meet you at your office.”

“Okay,” You nodded as Jamie turned and disappeared to the back. You could tell he was annoyed at your request, and that made you feel uncomfortable. You were never one to push anyone, but with the game days away, you knew Coach wouldn’t tap you for this if he didn’t need a change in Jamie’s attitude as soon as possible.

You took a few moments to look over who else was on the ice, “Hey, Tyler,” You called out.

He quickly skated over to you, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Question, is something going on that I don’t know about? Some people seem tense and upset. More than yesterday.”

“Uh,” He shrugged. “ESPN did this whole segment and kind of ripped us to shreds. They released it this morning.”

“Did they target anyone specifically? Anyone I should reach out to?”

“They said a lot about Klingberg, but he seemed fine. Jamie came in a little hot, so maybe him? I haven’t even had a chance to talk to him yet but he seemed pissed. Knowing him, he’s under a lot of pressure.”

“Yeah, okay, thanks.” You smiled. “How are you? Are you okay?”

“Eh,” He shrugged. “I know we have work to do so I’m not taking the segment to heart. Trying to keep my focus together.”

“Good. Well, I’m always here if you want to have a quick chat, okay?”

“Yeah, I know,” He smiled. “See you later.”

You nodded, before you both separated. You made your way back to your office. You were almost tempted to pull up the segment that Tyler mentioned, but you didn’t have enough time as Jamie knocked on your slightly ajar door. You waved him in, sliding your papers from your desk. He closed the door behind him, before dropping in the seat across from you.

You didn’t say anything at first, simply taking him in. You could feel the awkwardness in the room, which happened when you had a session with someone who was upset and probably didn’t want to talk to you.

“Are you going to say anything or do you want to just sit in silence?” He asked, sharply.

“I was actually just giving you a second,” You responded, ignoring his tone. “But, I was hoping you would actually direct the conversation. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”

“You pulled me from the ice, so I just assumed you had something that you already wanted to talk about.”

“I do,” You started. “But first, let’s backtrack. Tell me about your morning.”

“It was fine,” He shrugged. “I don’t really think you needed to pull me aside for that.”

“Do you want a few minutes to decompress or anything?” You asked. “You’re visibly upset and I don’t think we can have a conversation like this.”

“I don’t want to be having a conversation right now.”

“Jamie,” You started. “I’m just trying to do my job. Tell me about your morning.”

“It was fine,” He repeated. 

“Jamie,” You let out a sigh. “I’m not trying to push you or anything. And, I’m trying to respect your privacy as your girlfriend and obviously, there are stuff that you don’t have to tell me but my boss asked me to talk with you because you’re pissed and Dan isn't here. I’m not your girlfriend right now, and I need to figure out why you’re upset and I want to help, because it’s my job. Just help me out with this? It’s not fun for me either. We talked last night and you were fine, but something is clearly off today. Is it about the segment?”

“I genuinely don’t want to be talking to you right now,” He replied, looking down. “Or anyone, actually, not just you. I wouldn’t want to talk to Dan either.”

“I don’t think Coach wants you on the ice with smoke coming out your head.”

He shrugged then, “I don’t know what to tell him, or you. I’m good.”

“You’re not, though, Jamie,” You corrected. “Is there anything I can do?”

Looking up at the ceiling, he let out a huff of air. He reached up to rub his face tiredly, before returning to look at you. “No, not as a specialist right now.”

You paused, “Okay, then can I just be your girlfriend for a minute? Whatever helps you get ready for practice tonight.”

He stood up, walking towards your door. For a second, you thought he was going to walk out, but he locked the door, then proceeded to close the blinds to your office, things he usually did when you both wanted some minutes of alone time at work.

“I bust my ass every fucking day for this organization. I love this team, I love to represent them, and I honor my role as captain,” He started, pacing around your office.

“We know that. I know that. No one doubts you.”

“I wish that was true. They discredited everything I’ve done for this organization, based on what? Three games? What a fucking joke.”

“You have lost no credit here, you’re still a huge part of this team to everyone.”

“Yeah,” He let out a laugh, sitting back in the chair. “Except people considered ‘experts’ who comment from behind their recording devices.”

“They don’t matter,” You replied. “They’re not on the ice, what do they know?”

“I wish the league didn’t have to include these idiot fucking reporters,” He mumbled. You stood from your place walking over to him. You climbed into his lap, him wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you against him.

“You barely even use social media, Jamie,” You joked. “And, you’re known to give one worded answers.”

He almost smiled, switching to shaking his head at you. “This isn’t fair, having you here. Everyone’s going to know.”

“Know what?” 

He sighed, locking eyes with you, “You’re my weak spot. I can’t stay mad with you around.”

You laughed, “Did you want to stay mad and send a message to the guys?”

“Yeah, and you ruined it.”

You shrugged innocently, “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your leg for a few seconds, “No, I’m sorry for how I was talking to you. I’m kind of an ass when I’m mad.”

“It’s okay,” You ran your hands through his hair, looking over his features. “This job requires me to have pretty thick skin.”

He turned his head to kiss your wrist, “Thank you. For being here, with me, with us. We really need you.”

You smiled, “That reminds me of what Coach said to me earlier, that I wanted to tell you.”

“What?”

“He offered me a permanent position here.”

Jamie finally smiled, which made your stomach flutter. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “We’d be stupid not to tie you down here. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” You kissed him again.

“We can celebrate tonight,” He said.

“No, we’ll celebrate after this next game. You’ll be coming off a win and we’ll all feel better.” You said.

“I agree,” He smiled. 

“You should probably head back, with a cooler head.”

“Thanks to you.” He kissed you one last time, his lips lingering over yours. “I appreciate you so much, especially when you put up with my trash attitude.”

“I’m here, always, Jamie. Girlfriend or specialist, my door is always open to you.”

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Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 7

Word Count: 6,020

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: We’re getting closer to the end. Just one more part left to go. This has been such a fun series to write for you guys. Hope you enjoy these last two little bits. As always I love your feedback, your reblogs, your tags and your likes! Happy Reading!!!

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You weren't sure what time it was, all you knew is that moonlight was streaming through the windows, which meant the storm must have passed. The one thing you did know was why you woke up. It would actually be quite comical if it wasn't giving you such intense pleasure. You were curled into Jamie's side, his cock now hard inside you. Every so often his hips would flex into yours, hitting the spot you loved so well, which is what jolted you awake. At first, you thought he was purposely trying to wake you up with how he softly rocked into you, but then you heard his light snore and realized he was asleep, which is what made the whole thing laughable. "Mmm," Jamie moaned out, as his cock moved deeper into your core. His facial features were so relaxed, that you knew he had to be dreaming as he fucked you in his sleep.

 You dropped soft kisses to his chest, in hopes of waking him gently, yet they worked to no avail. Part of you was curious how long this would keep up before he would either spend inside you or wake up, though there was the other part that was too turned on to wait and see how it would end. Your unsated appetite won out finally, and you reached up to capture his lips. His mouth was slightly parted in sleep, so it was easy to dip your tongue inside and tangle with his. At first, his eyes remained closed, as he kissed you back and you were having trouble determining whether he was awake or not, but then they slowly opened as you pulled back from the kiss; his lips chasing yours. You watched the whole scenario play out across his face, his mind slowly coming into focus and realizing that you were in his bed, to the look of pleasure from being buried deep inside you, to utter shock that he was fucking you without any conscious thought. "Jesus," he hissed out, then went to pull out of you, only you locked your leg around him and pulled him closer to your body.

 "Don't stop, Jame."

 "I..um…" he was still in a brain fog, his body running on pure instinct at the moment as he thrust in and out of your aching pussy. You kissed him again, halting any words that he wanted to say. You knew just how close he was to cuming, as he'd worked himself into a frenzy even in sleep, but you weren't quite there yet. Jamie somehow sensed this. Running his hand between your bodies so that he could toy with your clit.

 It was your turn to moan with pleasure, as he rubbed your little nub back and forth. It didn't take long to get you to that edge, the one that would have you soaring and screaming out his name. Your pussy started to quiver as the orgasm hit, and with a few well-timed thrusts, Jamie was following you down that blissful path of ecstasy.  

 You both lay there panting, his eyes searching yours curious to your reaction of what just played out. "Did we just? Was I..?"

 "Yes, and yes, you were asleep," you laughed.

 "Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming."

 "Well, I don't have to guess what it was about." There was a teasing note to your voice, which made Jamie relax a bit. "I'm just hoping it was me that was in that dream."

 His face took on an all too serious look and you regretted the words you just jokingly said. "It's always you, (Y/N). It's always been you, though I'm glad it's now a reality."

 "Me too, Jame," you breathed out and you really were glad that this right now was your reality. Emma had been right, you needed to find out if your girlhood fantasies of your first time had been just that or if it really was everything. Now you knew for sure that it was everything and so much more. The only scary part was hoping Jamie wouldn't hurt you again. You pushed past the part of your brain that wanted to dwell on that thought and tried to focus on the here and now. "What time is it?'

 "Um…" he peeked his head above you to look at your side of the bed, where you assumed a clock was. "Just after one."

 "Mmm, good. Then let's go back to sleep."

 His lips came down to give you the sweetest kiss. "I'll try to keep my lustful dreams under control and not wake you up." There was a little smirk on Jamie's face and you were glad he was finally able to laugh about his little wet dream turned reality.

 "Hmm, I'm not opposed if it happens again."

 His eyebrows shot up, before you kissed him one more time, then snuggled back into his embrace. You were asleep within minutes.

 This time you weren't woken up by Jamie and his hard cock inside you. Instead, it was the light from the bright shining sun. You checked the time for even though you didn't have to be in the office until later today, you didn't want to get too carried away with Jamie and end up being late. Thankfully, it was only seven, which meant you had plenty of time for what you had planned. You looked over at Jamie, peacefully sleeping, though still in a state of arousal and you wondered if he was having that same dream from before, as his cock was pressed up against his stomach. You wet your lips, before pulling back the sheet farther so you could dip your head down to his erect member.

 Darting your tongue out, you licked up the length of his shaft before twirling it around the head. Jamie moaned out in pleasure, his body coming alive with just that brief contact. Your hand went to the base, as your mouth sunk down to devour his cock. Jamie's hand threaded into your locks and now you knew he was fully awake as you worked him in and out of your mouth. You peeked through your lashes to look up at his face, his pupils blown wide both from sleep and the things you were doing to him with your mouth. "Mmm, fuck baby that feels so good." You pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, a move he'd always loved when he was younger and apparently still did, as he bucked his hips into your mouth. You worked faster, bobbing up and down on his member, taking him all the way inside so he's hitting the back of your throat. "(Y/N), I'm gonna…" he groaned and you knew he was close, you could feel it. His hands were trying to get you off his cock, but you want to taste him, feel him lose control because of what you were doing just the way he did to you last night. It's when you cupped his balls that he went over the edge, spurts of hot cum shooting down your throat as he screamed out your name. You licked him clean, before taking the back of your hand and wiping your mouth.

 Jamie's was already reaching for you before you could do anything more. He had your body sprawled on top of his, and his mouth was kissing you, probably tasting himself on your lips. "I'm never going to let you leave if you keep waking me up like this."

 You kissed him back hard, before pulling back to stare into his large brown eyes. "Sorry hun, I've got patients today, so you have to let me go." Jamie's hands were roaming up and down your spine and you felt yourself melting back into him, which can't happen because you do have patients to see today, though not that many.

 He cupped your ass, squeezing the globes and making you moan. "I can be your patient if you want."

 "Oh, so you want to play doctor huh?" you asked resting your head on your hands which were laced together on his chest.

 "Mmm," he hummed. There's a little smirk that crosses his face and you can see he's intrigued with the idea. To tell the truth, so are you, but not this morning. Your legs are a bit sore from their workout last night and you still need to get to Jessi's to get your things. Reluctantly, you lift yourself off of Jamie and out of bed. "Where are you going?"

 "To the bathroom," you say rather sheepishly and pad your way into the en suite. Jamie stayed in bed and you know he's hoping that you'll be back for round three or does giving him a blow job make it round four. Either way, if you get back in that bed you may not get out, because being with him is everything you knew it would be and so much more, and that scares the hell out of you. This is all moving much faster than you anticipated but is that a bad thing. It's just so much easier because there's this familiarity between the two of you. You're trying not to overthink everything as you wash your hands in the sink, it's only then that you look up and see yourself in the mirror. "Jamie Randolph Benn!" you yelled.

 Jamie came running from the bedroom, naked and out of breath. "Are you ok?..."Did you fall?" he asked because you never called him by his full name, well maybe one time when you were really mad you did and you're pretty close to being that upset at the moment.

 "No, I'm not ok…" you told him motioning to your reflection in the mirror. "Did you..are these…" you're sputtering your words because really you're not sure what to say.

 "Hickies?" He supplies the word you couldn't seem to push past your lips. There's a smirk on his face and he looks quite pleased with himself, but he's also a bit red in the face at leaving marks on your body. God, that hasn't happened since you were in high school.

 "How am I suppose to go to work with these?" Your hands are trying to rub them out, get some sort of circulation so that the blood will flow a little better, and lessen the marks, but you know they're not going to go away magically. "What are my patients going to think?"

 "That you made someone very happy last night and that maybe he did the same for you?" Jamie slides his arms around your midsection in an attempt to soften you. You're not truly mad, so you relax against his chest, as he props his chin in the crook of your neck.

 "Well, that's true." There's this shy smile playing on his lips again and you have the urge to kiss him senseless, but then you'll end up with more of these marks on your body and you can't have that, there's already three that you're going to need to cover with makeup, plus another that you can hide under clothing. Thank god, for good concealer. "Last night was actually amazing." You thread your hands with his around your middle, loving the feel of his arms wrapped around you.

 "Then why don't we go continue it this morning." His cock has recovered from earlier as you feel its semi-erect form pressing against your backside. He's kissing your neck and then your shoulder blade and the image in the mirror of the two of you like this is making you wet again.

 "Nope," you say, then pull out of his arms, but he's already grabbing you back towards him. You go easily. "I need to shower, Jame. I'm a sticky mess, and I need to go to Jessi's and get my stuff."

 "You could shower here, with me." He's back to kissing you again and it's so distracting. "It would save on water." He kisses your collarbone. "And it would be faster." Your lips are next and you're beginning to cave, as he dances you back against the sink counter.

 "Ok," you finally give in, knowing that you have plenty of time, but not for the three-hour session you can tell Jamie has in mind. "But we have to be quick."

 "Mmhmm, sure," he tells you, before lifting you up on the counter and spreading your legs. "Just let me get you a sticky mess one more time before we rinse all this off." He winks and drops down to his knees before diving right into your pussy. Before you know it, you're coming apart sitting on his bathroom sink and then again one more time when you're in the shower, which was supposed to save time, but instead takes twice as long then if you were by yourself.

 "Jame, where's a brush?" you ask after he toweled you off, and was now drying himself.

 "Right-hand side."

 You're brushing your hair and you swear you hear something downstairs but you know Jamie locked the doors, so you must be hearing things. It's not ten seconds later, that you hear someone shouting for Jamie. "Hey, Chubbs!" A voice yells and you look at Jamie through the mirror to see if he knows who it is.

 "Shit! I forgot Tyler and I were supposed to work out." Flying back into the bedroom, you start searching for Jamie's sweats that you had on last night. "Be right down Segs," Jamie screams back. He's much calmer than you are, as you whip his sweatshirt over your head.

 "Where did you throw my panties?" He shrugs as he puts his boxers on as casual as if there isn't one of his teammates downstairs waiting for him. "Nevermind. I'll find them later." You grab the sweats and pull them on.

 "Mmm, commando huh?" You shake your head and roll your eyes at him, all while throwing your wet hair in a messy bun.

 "Would you go down there before he comes up here?"

 "He's not going to come up here. It's Tyler. He knows better than that." Which means he knows Jamie has a woman up here, so there's no way of getting out of Jamie's place without Tyler seeing you.

 "Just go, I'll be down in a second."

 Jamie comes up behind you, grabbing you quickly and kissing you. "Stop worrying about Tyler," he tells you when he finally ends the kiss because he knows you and knows that you just feel like you were caught by your parents instead of one of his friends. "I'll see you in a few seconds." You went back to the bathroom, to make yourself a bit more presentable, so you didn't hear the interaction between the two.

 Tyler was at the bottom of the stairs when Jamie got there. "What took you so long man? You got someone up there?" Jamie answered with a broad-ass grin that gave him away, without him even saying a word. "No shit! It's (Y/N) right?"

 "Of course, it's (Y/N). You know there's no one else for me." Tyler knew this but needed verbal confirmation from his best friend, before slapping him on the back.

 "Congrats bud, I don't know how you did it."

 "Fuck man me either." You chose that moment to head down the stairs.

 Jamie has his back to you, so it was Tyler that saw you first. "Hey Doc," he greeted you, with a little wink and your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You could see him take in your attire and the fact that you were wearing Jamie's clothes, which told him you'd spent the night, even though he didn't need to see your outfit to know that.

 "Hi Segs," you said using the nickname Jamie had used moments ago.

 "So…you kids have fun last night," he teased and now it just wasn't your cheeks that were turning bright red but Jamie's as well.

 "Shut up," Jamie told him, as he curled you into his side.

 "What? I was just asking. You know trying to be polite and all." No, he was fishing for information and you were not going to bite on that hook and supply it to him.

 "I really have to go." You told the two.

 "I'll grab my keys and run you over."

 "Jesus, Chubbs she only lives two doors down. I think she can make it there without you driving her."

 "Hardy har," Jamie faked chuckled. "I need to take her to Jessi's to get her purse, asshole." Tyler's face formed an 'O' comprehending why Jamie was offering to drive you.

 "It's ok. I can just run into my house and get my spare set of keys. You boys go workout." You made a move out of Jamie's embrace but he tightened his grip, pulling you so that your body was facing his.

 "You sure?"

 "Yeah, it's no biggie. I need to change and stuff anyway. I'll just stop on my way to the office."

 "I could take you now though if you want." Jamie insisted and you knew he was reluctant to let you go, probably scared that you wouldn't come back.

 "Jame, it's fine."

 "Yeah, Jame," Tyler mocked. "She's fine. You can watch her from the front porch while I make the protein shakes. I mean someone has to make them." Jamie glared at him.

 "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I'd kick your ass when we get on the ice."

 Tyler made a pretend scared face. "Oh, look at me shaking." He headed towards the kitchen and you had a feeling Jamie was going to check him into the boards hard during drills for that. "See ya tomorrow, doc."

 "Bye Tyler," you called then headed for the front door. "Why will I see him tomorrow?"

 "Oh, annual team picnic. I thought I told you."

 "You did, it slipped my mind." You probably would've remembered the minute you checked your schedule on your phone, which you needed to get. "What do you want me to bring?"

 "I want your cake," Tyler yelled from the room over and you heard him snicker.

 "You're not getting her cake," Jamie emphasized the word her and you realized they were no longer talking about the chocolate cake you took to Jordie and Jessi's. You buried your head in Jamie's chest.

 Tyler couldn't resist egging Jamie on. "But it's so sweet and moist and…"

 "I swear to god, Seguin, if you finish that sentence, you'll regret it." You tugged on Jamie's arm and headed toward the front door, hearing Tyler cackle as you made your way there.

 Jamie grudgingly opened the front door then for you to leave, stepping outside with you.

 "So, will I see you later tonight?" His hands were at your sides, sliding up and down under your shirt so he could feel your skin once last time.

 "I think that can be arranged. I'm thinking pizza, maybe a movie, maybe a little something else." You knew you were teasing him but then again after last night, it was going to be torture for you as well.

 "Sounds like heaven. My place or yours?"

 "Your place, there are still boxes everywhere in my house." It wasn't quite perfect yet, and it seemed like it wouldn't be for quite some time with how much you were over at Jamie's now. "I'll call you on my way home."

 "Ok." He pulled you closer to him, dropping kisses to your forehead and nose before, stealing your breath away with one to your lips. Thank goodness you both lived in a secluded neighborhood, and there weren't cars driving by watching this public display of affection.

 You ended the kiss sooner than either of you wanted. "I really have to go."

 "I know. I'll see you soon." He pecked your lips again, as you took a step back from his embrace, yet not completely out of it. "Tell Jessi I said hi."

 "I will." You gave him just one more kiss. "See you tonight." You started to walk away, your hands still laced until they were stretched so far you had no choice but to let go, only Jamie pulled you back one last time, his mouth hot on yours.

 "Bye baby," he finally breathed out and let you go. You could feel his heated gaze on you across the expanse of the lawn as you headed back to your house. This time you punched in the right code, opened the door and gave Jamie one last wave before heading inside.

 You threw on some makeup and then headed to Jessi's, where you knew that it would take longer than fifteen minutes, as she wanted to know exactly what happened with you and Jamie. Needless to say, she was ecstatic that the two of you were willing to give your relationship another chance. After an hour with Jessi, you took off for the office, telling her you'd see her tomorrow at Jamie's house for the Star's picnic.

 Fortunately, work went extremely fast and before you knew it, you were seeing your last patient for the day. After making a few last minutes notes, you headed to the hospital. Another doctor had done morning rounds, but since you were in the vicinity you decided to check up on some patients, including Noah. He was your first stop and you could hear laughter coming from his room, as you reached the nurse's station. "Someone sounds like they're in a good mood today." You commented to Shelly, one of the nurses that day.

 "Noah has a special visitor today." Laughter again filled the air, only this time you recognized more than just Noah's. "One of the big-name hockey players is there. You probably know him, or will soon enough." Oh, you knew him alright, had actually just left him earlier this morning. "I'm having a hard time keeping the other nurses out of Noah's room. I don't know how you do it being around all those gorgeous men."

 You gave her a little wink, as you headed to Noah's room. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it." Shelly was right, there were three other nurses in Noah's room watching him play a video game with Jamie. "Well, someone seems to be doing pretty well today." It was kind of funny to watch the nurses scramble out of the room as if they'd been caught drooling over a hockey star.

 "Hi, Dr. (Y/LN)," Noah said with a huge smile on his face. "Look who came to see me. It's Jamie Benn, the Jamie Benn. You know from the Dallas Stars." He was rambling and it was really quite cute, but what was even more adorable was seeing Jamie sitting there having a blast with him.

 "I see that. Hello Mr. Benn. I'm surprised to see you here."

 "Hey (Y/N)…I mean Dr. (Y/LN). Thought I'd stop by and visit one of the Stars' biggest fans." Jamie winked at you and your heart melted that he would be so considerate to drop by and spend time with Noah.

 "Jamie brought me a signed jersey and a puck, oh and the latest Xbox system too." Had you not already consigned yourself to giving your relationship with Jamie another chance, this alone would make you do it. The man knew the way to your heart. He could buy you all the flowers in Dallas and they would mean nothing compared to what he'd just done to brighten this little boy's day. "Oh, and he said when I get out of here, I can watch him play. Like, go to a real game and everything."

 "Only when Dr. (Y/N) gives you the ok," Jamie added, scoring yet another point in his favor. At this rate, he'd be the Conn Smythe trophy winner of your heart in no time.

 "Well, if you keep healing as well as you are, you'll be at that game in no time. Now, do you have a minute so I can check you out, and then I'll let you get back to that game." You examined him rather quickly, but everything seemed to be healing perfectly. Another week or so and he would be out of the hospital, though it would be quite a bit longer before he was heading to a hockey game. "Alright, well I'll check back in with you on Monday. Now, make sure you don't go easy here on Mr. Benn."

 "I won't. See you soon."

 You stepped out of the hospital room, only to hear Jamie tell Noah he'd be back in a minute. "Hey (Y/N), we still on for tonight?"

 "Of course," you told him; how could you not be after everything he did for Noah. "Jame, I…I don't know how to thank you for everything you did for him. That was…" You felt yourself getting choked up. Last night, you told him that you were willing to give him a shot and now today you wanted to jump in with both feet first, because damn if you didn't feel like you were falling in love with him.

 "It's really nothing. I honestly didn't think you'd be here." Did he think that you wouldn't find out? If so that made you just love him a little more. "He's a good kid, and it was a sucky thing that happened to him. You're the one who did all the hard stuff."

 "Don't discredit what you did. It means a lot." He slid his hands to your waist then, yet stopped for fear you'd not approve. Instead of reprimanding him though, you looped your arms around his neck. "And I plan on showing you just how grateful I am when I get to your place."

 His eyebrows picked up, making his eyes like huge silver dollars. "Well, I won't argue with that." You kissed him quickly there in the hospital hallway before you could change your mind and you knew that not only Shelly, but the other three nurses had to see you, but you didn't really care.

 "I've got a few more patients to see then I'm heading out. See you soon."

 "Yeah, I'm just going to play one more game, then I'm going too." Pulling him down, you pecked his lips one last time, before letting him go. "I'll see you at home, babe." He released you then headed back into Noah's room, as you made your way down the hall to stares from all the nurses. You simply shrugged then kept on going until you were at the next patient's room.

 Two hours later, you were standing on Jamie's front porch ringing the doorbell. "I thought I said to just come in, the door would be unlocked," he told you as he opened the front door, yet made no move to let you in.

 "I know you did, but it…" you didn't finish the rest as Jamie's hands slid down the globes of your ass to grab it. "Jame," you shrieked and jumped into his arms exactly as he planned. He lifted you so that you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him, then he kicked the door closed.

 "I missed you," he told you before his lips found yours and he carried you into the living room.

 "You just saw me a couple hours ago."

 "Mmm…doesn't mean I can't miss you." He was kissing you again as he sat down on the couch and really who were you to complain about it when you'd been missing him as well. Which is how you found yourself kissing him back. It was a half-hour before Jamie's stomach decided that food took precedence over making out. You ordered pizza just as you promised Jamie that morning, then put on a movie, which ended up being background noise as neither of you could keep your hands off the other. It was just like being back in high school all over again. Only this time, there was no one to interrupt you, as Jamie led you upstairs to his bedroom, where you spent the rest of the night and the next morning in a mess of naked bodies and tangled limbs.

 It wasn't until late in the morning that you finally headed back to your house to get ready for the picnic. Jamie had called you three times, while you got ready asking when you'd be back over, but you didn't want it to seem like you'd been there all day and all night, even though you had, so you waited until a few teammates had shown up before heading over. There were actually more people there than you thought, and you had a hard time finding Jamie when you first got there.

 Jessi spotted you first. "Hey (Y/N)," she said embracing you in a big hug. "I'm actually surprised you weren't here when I came."

 "Thought I'd let a few people get here before, so it didn't look too bad."

 "If you're worried about his teammates, don't. They're all really great." She must have sensed there was something more, because she added, "And they won't care that you're dating. Actually, they'll all probably be as excited as I am for you two."

 Her words made heat rise to your face. "I'm just worried being the team doctor and all. Plus, I don't even know if we are dating. We haven't really talked about it."

 "Oh, you're dating. He practically said as much when I asked him."

 "When did you talk to him?" You had to know since Jamie hadn't said anything to you and the two of you had spent the last sixteen hours together.

 "When I came here early, hoping that you'd be here and I could drill you both together." Jessi was grinning ear to ear though you knew behind that smile she was dying to play twenty questions with you and Jamie together. You'd have to ask how Jamie faired on his own. "The man is smitten with you, (Y/N). I've known him for a long time and I haven't seen him this happy…ever." It had honestly been a long time since you'd been this happy as well. She grabbed you in a hug then whispered to you. "Stop worrying. Jamie's not going to do anything to screw this up. Trust me." Strangely, you did trust her and would definitely miss her when she headed off to Vancouver.

 "Thank you."

 "And quit worrying about the team. They all love you and it's not like there's some rule against them dating anyone in the organization. I know for a fact Tyler's dated one if not two of the ice girls, before what's her name." Why did that not surprise you. Jessi looped her arm through yours then. "Now, let's go find a drink. I feel like drinking tonight." Which is exactly what the two of you did. The shot of tequila Jessi made you do at first, definitely had you relaxing a bit more. You met almost all of the guys; who were all incredibly sweet as were most of their significant others. The only reason you said most was because Sara was there with Caitlyn in tow. Their disdain for you was quite obvious, as you saw them whispering anytime Jamie was around you.

 Jamie, for his part, kept things at a lower key, thank goodness. His touches were subtle, just a hand at the small of your back every now and then, or entwining your fingers together every so often when he thought you needed a small reassurance with one of his teammates. Just those tiny gestures sent chills up and down your spine. Though you both kept the PDA to a minimum, Jamie was still attentive, always making sure that you had a drink in your hand or something to eat.

 The party was in full swing within a few hours of starting. You made your way to the downstairs powder room, only to see one of the younger players, Hintz you thought, push through people to get there first. You didn't need to have the letters MD behind your name to know that he'd had one too many shots and was currently throwing up the contents of the barbeque as well as the alcohol he'd drank into Jamie's toilet. Hopefully, the kid had good aim, as you did not want to be cleaning up that mess later, for though you'd taken an oath to treat the sick it did not include wiping up puke from the bathroom floor. Giving him an IV full of fluids in the morning was more your speed.

 You turned on your heel and headed upstairs to Jamie's en suite. The second floor was much quieter than the downstairs as no one seemed to be venturing up there. You were just heading out of the bedroom when you heard voices outside the door.

 "I'm not really sure why you dragged me here to this party Sara." You'd recognize Caitlyn's whiny voice anywhere.

 "I thought you were interested in Jamie."

 "I am…I mean I was…but he's not even paying attention to me." You could almost see her arms crossed as she pouted even though you were on the other side of the door. "Who cares. Everyone knows that he doesn't eat pussy. He's probably lousy in bed." You clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out. Jamie most definitely went down on women, in fact, it was just this morning that he had eaten you out not once but twice.

 You should've made yourself known, but instead, you listened as you heard Tyler's girlfriend respond. "That was just some silly tweet from years ago. He's probably changed since then."

 "It doesn't really matter either way. He seems to only be paying any attention to that doctor." She fairly spat the word doctor out as if it had some disgusting taste on her tongue.

  "I'm telling you Tyler told me himself that Jamie is just using her." Wait, what had Sara just said? That Jamie was using you? "Jamie told him yesterday that he's just pretending to be into her so that he can get her fired. He even went to the owner to talk to him about it." Bile rose in the back of your throat and suddenly you wanted to join Hintz in offering up the contents of your stomach. Was Jamie really just using you again? Had the last forty-eight hours all been some elaborate scheme just to get you out of the Stars organization? Jessi had mentioned earlier that there weren't any rules against dating but maybe she'd been wrong. "He told Tyler that he was just going to do what he did in high school to get rid of her." Well, he'd certainly done that, only this time he'd slept with you more than once before discarding you. How could you have been so blind to trust him again?

 "Really?" It was Caitlyn's question but the word was also running through your brain. Would Jamie really do this?

 "Yes, really! Now come on, let's go back downstairs so you can flirt with Jamie." With a click of their heels, the two set off.

 Tears started to roll down your face, just as they had all those years ago. Only this time you angrily swiped them away. You tried to tell yourself that it didn't hurt, that you'd guarded your heart against a moment just like this, but as the tears seemed to keep flowing you had to admit that it felt just as bad at this moment as it did fourteen years ago. Wrong again. It felt worse. For somehow in just this short amount of time, you'd let your heart get attached once again. You needed to get out of here. You couldn't be in this house any longer. Everything was a blur as you flew down the stairs and out the front door. You didn't stop for anyone or anything as you headed for the safety of your home.

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[whoreforhockey]

LBBad Boss|Jamie Benn x Black!Female reader (teaser)

summary: you’d been working there for only 6 months, his personal pet is what the rest of the office called you; but one day when he catches you “after hours” things begin to change. How bad could it be?

Creds to da gif ownerr 💜

A/N: This a light teaser for a new series I’m thinking about doing😽 I’m back hoochies and poochies!

Reader POV

I’m late to work again, I tried extra hard to be on time today but of course me being me I just had to find a way to be late. The Starbucks drive thru line was wrapped around the building, adding another 20 minutes to my 15 minute drive to work. I quickly pulled into my parking spot parking my car and grabbing both coffees for me and my boss; praying he doesn’t chew me a new one.

I hit the locks on my car walking to the door as my coworker Gavin held the door open for me. “Thank you bae.” He rolled his eyes at me replying, “You should be kissing Bossy’s ass. He’s pissed. You look great tho, is that Dior?” I sucked my teeth walking down the hall to Mr.Benn office, gasping sarcastically “Dior! How did you know?” Knowing he got me the perfume for Christmas and I’ve been using it since. I opened the door to Mr.Benn’s office as he was talking on the phone with the local hospital about the supplies they bought, he looked up at me angrily as I set the coffee down on the desk. “Jeffery let me call you back.” He abruptly ended the call and I new it was over from there, as he stood up snatching the coffee from where I placed it on his desk; taking a sip and slowly smiling.

“Finally you got it right. Still doesn’t excuse you from being late.” I rolled my eyes, “If I walked in here without that coffee you would have eaten me alive. Starbucks line was wrapped around the building and I know you’d go crazy without your 4 sugars 2 creams.” I turned on my heel, ready to go but stopped when he called my name. “What’s your outfit about?” I looked down, it was casual Friday so I dressed casual in a Black and white Balmain t-shirt,some light wash jeans from fashionnova and some Air Force 1s. “It’s casual Friday right? Right. Anything else? I really have to start on those reports you want on your desk by ten thirty.” I glanced at the clock with the hand just striking nine. “Nope. Your free to go.”

I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding, going to my office that was conveniently right next door to his. The only way in was through his office though so in order for me to get my daily office gossip I had to go sneak off and see Gavin and Monica at their desks or in the break during lunch or coffee breaks. I finished the reports at 10:20 walking out to place them on his desk to find him and some blonde girl in heated conversation. “I have the reports you requested Mr.Benn.” I shyly said, holding them in the air as if he didn’t believe me. “Place them on my desk Y/N thank you beautiful.” He winked which caused the blonde to go even redder than she already was,which caused me to chuckle. 

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Purrr for the cliffhanger! Let me know if you guys are feeling the teaser and ill upload the rest and part two tonight!

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[bennwriting]

Donkey

So this thing popped in my head the other night. I haven’t written anything in forever. It’s all dialog, pretty much. May go somewhere with it, may not. We’ll see where my brain goes.

Warnings: physical disability insensitivity; language; sexual innuendo

I’m fine. 

No you’re not you big stupid donkey. Sit down and let me help you. 

I don’t need help. 

You do, and you’re going to accept it. My god, just sit. 

I don’t fucking want it, ok? Just let me do it myself, fuck! 

Jamie Randolph, I swear to god your hard head will be the end of you. And me too.

I’m fine with that. 

You … oh ok. It’s like that then. Alright. 

Mhmm it is. 

Cool, hotshot. Do it your damn self. Extend your suffering. Let your team down. Fine by me. 

I’m not letting anyone down. I’m. Fine. 

Whatever. Stubborn ass. See you later. 

Wait where are you going? 

Out. 

Out where? 

Anywhere with less testosterone. 

Sarah. Babe. Where are you going? Don’t leave mad. 

Excuse you? Don’t … who do you think you are? 

Your husband? 

That’s right. Husband. Not keeper. Not owner. Not boss. 

I’m not trying to … I just don’t want you to go. 

Are you fucking kidding me? 

What? 

You … *tears at hair* you just basically told me to fuck off, so I try to fuck off, and now you don’t want me to fuck off? 

I didn’t want you to leave. Just … stop treating me like an invalid. 

*bangs head against wall* 

What? Why is that a problem? 

*looks down at wheelchair*

Oh. Yeah ok bad choice of words. 

Ya think? 

Sorry. 

You always are. 

I forget!

I know. 

That’s normally a good thing, eh?

Yes and no. 

*sigh* I am sorry. I’m just frustrated. 

You can’t make that my problem, eh? 

*dimples* Eh. 

Shut up. It’s your fault. 

Mhmm. 

It is! Big Canadian jerkface. 

You love me. 

I do. For some unknown reason. 

You know the reason. 

I might know a couple. 

Mhmm. Come here. 

No. I’m mad at you. 

Are not. 

Am so. 

Not that mad. 

Mad enough. 

Baaaaabyyyyyyy. 

Oh don’t you start. 

Start what? 

Being cute. Asshole. 

*dimples* But I am cute. 

No you’re not. 

Mhmm the cutest. You tell me all the time. 

Lies. 

Why would you lie?

To get you naked. 

*belly laugh* By calling me cute?

It works. Generally. 

Pretty sure that’s not what works. 

No?

No. 

Oh. What does then? 

Come here and I’ll show you. 

Why do I have to come over there? Can’t you come to me, Mr. Badass I Can Do It Myself?

Shut up. 

Ooh hit a nerve. 

No. 

Liar. 

Goddammit woman. Just come here. 

Why? 

So I can show you. 

Show me what? 

How to get me naked. 

Oh I know how. 

Sarah. 

Jamie. 

*sigh* Please? 

Admit it. 

Admit what?

Your knee hurts and you don’t want to walk over here. 

It’s fine. 

Ok then you come here. 

Nope. 

No?

No. 

Why?

Don’t want to. 

Why not? 

Because I’m stubborn. 

*cackle*

*dimples* 

Sit your invalid ass down and I will come over there and baby you into submission. 

Oh that’s not fair. 

Life’s not fair, sweet cheeks. 

Yeah yeah I know. 

Park it, donkey. 

*sits* Fine. Happy?

Getting there. *wheels over* Kiss me, ass. 

*pulls her out of chair into his lap* 

*squeal* Unhand me, you brute! 

Can’t. 

Why?

You’ll fall. 

*arms around neck* No I won’t. 

*hands up back* Mmm ok. *kisssss*

*breathless* Fuck. 

In a minute, geez. Foreplay much? 

*smack on the chest* Brat. 

Ow! Abuse!

Oh hush you big baby. 

I’m injured! 

I thought you were fine. 

That was before you hit me!

Oh my god. 

Mmm gonna make you say that again. Louder. 

*yells* Oh my GOD. 

Ow. Deaf now. Thanks. 

*smacks arm* 

More abuse! 

You wish you kinky fuck. 

*smirk*

*poke* You really are terrible. 

Mhmm. *kiss*

The worst. 

Yup. *kisses neck*

Fuck. I hate you. 

Mutual. *suck*

*moan*

*nip*

I’m still mad at you, you stubborn, sexy jackass. 

Mhmm. I can tell. *suck*

You’re gonna give me a hickey. 

Maybe. 

Juvenile. 

You like it. 

Fuck. Maybe a little. 

Mhmm a lottle. 

*giggle* Dork. 

*grin* You like that too. 

Goddammit I do. Whyyyyy?

I’m funny. 

And so modest. 

Yup!

Ass. 

You like that too. 

A lot, yes. 

*kisssssss*

We’re still fighting. *kiss*

I can tell. *kiss*

We are! *kiss*

Mhmm. *kiss*

We were. *kiss*

Were?

Mhmm we can make up now. *kiss*

Oh ok. *kiss* Glad that’s settled. *kiss*

Me too. *kiss*

One problem. 

Oh?

I can’t throw you over my shoulder and take you to bed. 

Why not?

Knee injury.

Oh baby do I need to kiss it? 

Yes. Yes you do. And my lips. And everything in between. 

Mmm I can do that. 

Fuck I love you. 

Love you too. Ass. 

*smirk*

Strip, you smug bastard. 

Yes ma’am.

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[thatsmybish]

I Can’t Keep Having This Fight

A/N: I don’t even know how the hell this happened, I just started writing and this happened. I hope you guys like reading it. Requests are still open, I’m still working on the Series request. Happy Reading! 

Summary: Jamie is a bit insecure about your friendship with Tyler and you can’t keep fighting about it. 

Word Count: 591

“I can’t keep having this fight with you, Jamie. I’m fucking tired of going in circles with the same fight. It’s old and I’m tired.” You slammed your hand on the island counter. 

“Then why do you keep putting yourself in the position where you’re alone with him? I’m not blind Y/N I know how close you guys have gotten. He’s my best fucking friend and it’s ruining both our relationships.”

“Jamie, you said it right there he’s your best friend so why the fuck would I be sleeping with him. Tyler and I are just friends literally nothing more and the reason I talk to him is because of this. this right fucking here. Who else am I supposed to talk to about you and how much you don’t trust us.” 

“I don’t know but that doesn’t exactly help how I feel. Why can’t you just talk to someone else about it or crazy thought tell me instead of fighting with me about it.” 

“Because Jamie when I tell you how much you drive me crazy sometimes we end up in a fight just like this one.” 

“Y/N I love you and I love you so much it hurts me. It hurts me to think that you’re with someone else.” 

He walked around the island and stood in front of you.  He cupped your face and you leaned your head into his hand. When Jamie touched you it made you nearly forget about all the stupid fights you had. This man owned your heart but it drove you crazy when he didn’t trust you with his friends. Granted you knew Tyler was a bit of a man whore but he was nothing but a friend to you and never tried to be anything more. Tyler gave you great advice about Jamie when you were having a hard time. Jamie was the love of your life and you wanted to stay with him until the end of time but this fighting had to stop. 

“Jamie we need to figure this out because you are going to have to start trusting me. You never have a problem with me hanging out with any of your other friends? Why do you have a problem with Tyler.” 

“I just don’t want to lose you Y/N. I’m not lying when I say that I love you so much. Tyler just doesn’t have the best track record with intentions. He’s my best friend but we’ve had our past.” 

“Well, tell me Jamie make me understand.” 

He pulled you to the couch and started to tell you about how a couple years ago before you had come into his life he had this girl that he started to date and about two months in she slept with Tyler. In Tyler’s defense, he had no idea Jamie was with her because he didn’t tell anyone yet but he was devastated. This resulted in you both talking for hours about your relationship and how much you loved each other. You finally understood why he was so crazy about it and you promised to make it easier on him and would only hang out with Tyler when other people were around but he had to understand that that couldn’t be the case forever because at some point he had to let go and trust. Jamie was the love of your life and you would do anything to make him happy even this. You wrapped him in your arms and just stayed like that all day and that’s all you wanted. 

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[miracleonice87]

Drinkin’ Too Much

a Tyler Seguin song fic

a/n: based on the song Drinkin’ Too Much by Sam Hunt, which I obviously do not own. used an OC in this one based on the girl in the song. third person. my first time writing infidelity and it nearly killed me 😭 part one of two!

additional note: this was written and published before I stopped writing for Jamie Benn. proceed with caution as he appears in this story but will not in future installments.

summary: Tyler and his longtime girlfriend Hannah’s seemingly solid relationship is thrown into upheaval after a drunken encounter.

warnings: cheating/infidelity, swearing, excessive drinking

4.5k+ words

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Katie sighed as she pulled up the throw blanket from the end of the guest bed to cover Tyler’s shoulders, having been unable to get his large frame under the actual comforter, even with Jamie’s assistance. Eventually they’d both given up, with Jamie pulling Tyler’s shoes off and tossing them onto the floor with a huff. The couple made their way out of the room, Katie flipping off the lights and pulling the door shut, though not before throwing one last glance Tyler’s way, half in pity and half in frustration.

“How long are we gonna keep doing this, Jame?” Katie asked softly, arms crossed as the two walked down the moonlit hallway to their own bedroom. “It’s been almost a year.”

“I know. I know it has,” Jamie said with a lengthy exhale. “I thought he was getting better, but then… next weekend makes a full year, and I feel like he’s taken so many steps backward.”

Katie nodded, then closed their own bedroom door and sat down on the foot of the bed, raking her fingers through her blonde locks. Jamie took a seat on the king-sized bed too, propping himself up against the headboard. They sat quietly for several moments, each reflecting on the past twelve months.

The era had seen a vicious cycle of Tyler waking up with a hangover, practicing half-assed, playing half-assed, going out for the night, and drowning his sorrows to the point where he had to be dragged out of the bar. He had racked up an inordinate Uber tab, and those in their inner circle — mostly close teammates — had taken countless turns giving him rides home, or even back to their places when he was too incoherent to care for himself. Jamie and Katie took it all in — sometimes stepping in to intervene, and sometimes standing back and allowing Tyler to attempt to clean up his messes on his own.

In short, it had been a long year. And they all knew the reason at the heart of it all.

“Have you… talked to her lately?” Jamie asked hesitantly.

Katie shrugged, her head dropping.

“Here and there. We go back and forth on Instagram sometimes, and we text every few weeks, maybe. But it’s obvious she tries to keep me at arm’s length,” Katie answered, playing with her hands, limp in her lap. Her eyes eventually found Jamie’s as she continued. “I can’t blame her. But it makes me sad. For both of them. For all of us.”

Jamie nodded, looking at his girlfriend with sympathy.

Hannah and Katie had grown up together in suburban Dallas and had both attended the University of Texas at Austin. While Katie ran track there, Hannah was a cheerleader, fitting every bit of the stereotype — bubbly, beautiful, and beloved by everyone around her. She didn’t have a bad bone in her body.

Which is why neither Katie nor Jamie was surprised when Tyler Seguin, Jamie’s teammate and best friend, fell completely head over heels for Hannah from the first day he met her at a Halloween party at their house, five years ago now. He’d been instantly captivated by her sweet Southern charm, her deep love for her family, and her fierce loyalty to her friends, especially to Jamie and Katie. The latter two traits were things they both shared, linking them immediately and inextricably.

By Christmas that year, Tyler and Hannah were exclusive — the ideal, adorable couple that everyone around them truly wanted to hate but simply couldn’t, because they were so good to each other, good for each other. Within a few more months, Tyler had moved Hannah into his house in Dallas; she went to every Stars home game, even when Katie couldn’t make it; and the Seguin family fell in love with Hannah even faster than Tyler had. The two spent more than three years together, blissfully happy and making plans for the future that they knew they would inevitably spend together.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

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A year ago, Tyler found himself in a hotel room in Phoenix wondering if it was ever okay to lie. Because he knew the truth would make Hannah want to die.

With shaking hands, a nauseous gut, and a dry mouth, Tyler picked up his phone and dialed the only woman he had ever truly loved.

Hannah answered with a cheery greeting, happy to hear from him, which made him feel even more ill. In a quaking voice, Tyler told her everything. She listened, silent. When he finally finished speaking, Hannah told him simply to have a good life.

Tyler ran into the bathroom, fell to his knees, and emptied his stomach after Hannah hung up on him. Sobs wracked his body as he slumped against the hotel bathtub. He had fucked up — worse than he ever had before. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to repair what he’d broken. Covering his face with his hands, he replayed the scenes from the night before again and again in his mind.

The evening had started innocently enough, with the Stars having decisively beaten the Coyotes and the boys deciding to go out and celebrate before heading back home the next morning. But the night had ended, far too many drinks later, with Jamie catching Tyler in a bar bathroom stall, hanging from the lips of a curvaceous brunette, both her and Tyler’s clothing mussed as the girl reached to slide her hand beneath his belt.

Jamie had grabbed him by the arm immediately, Tyler yanking his shirt down with one hand. As Tyler tried to defend himself to his closest friend, Jamie punched him square in the jaw, with more seething rage than liquor coursing through his bloodstream. He slammed Tyler against the brick wall near the sinks, the mystery girl scurrying out of the bathroom as she swiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

It wasn’t until Tyler had Jamie screaming in his face — who did he think he was, what the hell was he thinking, did he have any idea what this was going to do to Hannah, Katie was going to kill both of them unless Jamie killed him first — that he realized the gravity of the situation.

By the time Tyler arrived home from Arizona the next day, every last trace of Hannah had been removed from the house — save for her house key and a small silver box, etched with her monogram, that he had once gifted her, now containing all of the jewelry he had ever bought for her. As he stared at both items on the kitchen table, flipping open the box’s lid, hot tears fell down his face. Snapping the box shut, Tyler headed for the liquor cabinet, taking a long pull from a bottle of whiskey, and then another, and then another, until his memories of the previous night faded into blackness.

Across town at her parents’ house, Hannah was on her third glass of wine. Earlier that day, after Hannah had finally found the strength to pick herself up off Tyler’s and her bedroom floor once she’d ended things over the phone, she had called home. Her mother answered, and Hannah couldn’t even bring herself to say the words aloud as she cried hysterically into the phone, but her mom just knew. Moms always know.

Twenty minutes later, Hannah’s mom and her two sisters were standing in the entryway of Tyler’s house, huddling around her and holding her up as she sobbed breathlessly. By that afternoon, the four of them had packed up all of her possessions from the house and loaded them into her car and her mom’s. They headed back to the family home, Katie already there waiting in the driveway, leaning against her bumper, hands on her knees as she tried to maintain her own composure for her best friend’s sake. As soon as she was face to face with Hannah, they both dissolved into tears, clinging to each other as Katie whispered her apologies. She couldn’t help but feel partially responsible, having been the one who brought Tyler into Hannah’s life in the first place.

They all sat in the living room, trying to help Hannah process what the fuck had occurred in the past 24 hours. As much as she appreciated the women in her life with whom she was closest being there for her, eventually Hannah just needed some time to herself, which the rest of them fully understood. Her sisters and Katie hugged and kissed her goodnight, promising to check in in the morning, leaving Hannah in the loving care of her parents, who were struggling themselves to come to terms with knowing that the man they had treated like a son and entrusted their daughter to had destroyed her in one single, drunken night.

What Hannah did next, after climbing the stairs to her childhood bathroom, became a routine she would repeat far too often in the following weeks and months. She’d fill the bathtub up and lie there for hours, putting her face in the water and crying as she played back that godforsaken phone call again and again and again in her head. She couldn’t believe it was really goodbye.

While hers might not have been the healthiest habit, it was nothing compared to Tyler’s own of drinking himself into oblivion for months on end. Since Hannah had been gone, he couldn’t escape thoughts of her until he could escape all of his thoughts completely, passing out drunk more nights than not. It had been a remarkable fall — from the top of the world with Hannah to the lowest of lows, all on his own, with nobody to blame but himself.

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A few days after Tyler’s most recent unintentional sleepover at Jamie and Katie’s, Hannah’s phone rang on her desk as she sipped her venti coffee. No matter how much caffeine she consumed, she could never quite seem to shake off the heavy fog that still hung over her head. With a slight groan, she peered at her screen. Her pulse quickened when she saw a Toronto area code.

She hesitated for a moment — she fully knew that Tyler had a Dallas area code, not a Canadian one, and besides, she had changed her number shortly after their split, back when he called daily to apologize to her. But she still couldn’t help but wonder if this was him trying to reach her.

Then, the logical part of her brain reminded her that she did work as a social media specialist for the Mavericks, and, though the chances were slim, this could potentially be someone from the Raptors trying to get ahold of her.

Hannah forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat and answer the call.

“Hello, this is Hannah,” she said, putting on her most professional voice, bracing as she waited for a response.

The astonished voice on the other end shocked her to her core.

“Oh, my god. Hannah. Hi. I can’t believe you answered.”

Candace.

“Hi,” Hannah said as she leaned forward, sounding just as surprised as the woman on the phone, whom she had spent years believing would be her sister-in-law someday. “Candace... what are you...”

“He doesn’t know I’m calling, I promise,” Candace said hurriedly. “I begged Katie to give me your new number. Please don’t be mad. I swear I won’t give it to him.” Hannah sighed, but Candace pressed on. “I just... I wanted to see if you were okay, for myself. I’m in town for a few days. The Stars play tonight, and I really just don’t even feel like going. He and I... we’re working on our relationship, but... it’s not what it used to be. So, um, anyways, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to grab dinner somewhere. And just... talk.” Candace paused, and Hannah swore she heard her sniffle. “I miss you, Han.”

Tears stung Hannah’s eyes as she pulled the phone from her face for a moment, trying to maintain her composure. When she replaced it, she replied honestly, “I miss you too, Can,” using the other half of the nickname Tyler had coined at the start of the relationship, when his girlfriend and oldest sister started getting close — Han and Can, he would tease. He made fun of the two women for their countless similarities and matching mannerisms, while secretly loving how close the two were.

“So… what do you say? I totally get it if you don’t wanna see me, but—”

“No, Candace, I would love to see you,” Hannah told her earnestly. “There’s, um, there’s a great sushi place around the corner from my office. Let’s try there — I’ll send you the address. I know you love a good roll.”

Candace chuckled sadly, the way Hannah knew her inside and out making her hate her brother even more for what he had done. “That sounds perfect,” Candace forced. “I can’t wait to see you.”

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The towering restaurant door swung open, a gust of air whistling through the dimly-lit lobby. Hannah watched a petite figure, dressed smartly in a black turtleneck, black distressed jeans, and black thigh-high boots, fluff her wind-blown hair with one hand as she approached the host.

“Candace,” Hannah said from the corner, her voice coming out weaker than she’d expected.

The stunning blonde whipped toward Hannah, eyes wide, her features so closely mirroring those of Hannah’s ex. The similarities made Hannah’s breath hitch in her throat.

Immediately, she rushed Hannah’s way. She pulled Hannah in tightly for a hug, and neither woman said anything for several moments, only sniffling softly in each others’ ears.

Finally, Candace pulled away from the embrace, squeezing both of Hannah’s hands tightly as she looked carefully into her eyes.

“Hi, baby,” Candace greeted in a shaky voice.

“Hi,” Hannah whispered. “I really missed you.”

Candace nodded. “I really missed you,” she replied.

They exchanged sad smiles, and just then, the host called Hannah’s name. She gave a small wave, and the two girls walked hand in hand toward the table, their affection feeling so natural even after so much time that it made both of their chests ache.

After being seated, Hannah ordered a bottle of merlot, a favorite of theirs, and Candace grinned slightly at her, remembering the many nights they had spent together, both in Dallas and in Brampton, drinking bottles of the red and indulging in bags of candy as they watched hockey games and movies together. Tyler would rib them endlessly about how loud they both were when together, especially after a few glasses of vino.

When the waiter left the table, Candace sighed.

“Well, you look great, as always,” she told Hannah. “Not that I’m… surprised. You always look beautiful. But I’m glad to see it for myself.”

Hannah nodded, blinking a few times. She could tell by the way Candace was studying her that Candace had consciously chosen not to acknowledge the way Hannah’s cheeks had sunken in since the last time they’d seen each other more than a year ago, or the dark circles that curled around Hannah’s once sparkling, now dulled, blue eyes. Hannah, too, chose to avoid the truth of the matter.

“Thanks. You look great, too,” she said to Candace. “Just like that brother of yours.”

Candace flinched slightly at Hannah’s quiet remark, a deep sorrow darkening her features. She had promised herself while getting ready for the evening that she wasn’t going to be the one to bring up Tyler first in conversation. Candace would have been okay — would have understood completely — if the night went by without either of them mentioning him at all. She was certainly surprised that Hannah had brought him up already. So, she decided to make good on another promise.

“He misses you, Han,” she said, the words tumbling out before she could even think twice about stopping them. “I told him… I told him that if you brought him up, I would tell you that. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna do it first, but… God, Hannah. He’s so fucking miserable. And trust me, I’ve told him he deserves to be. We all have. He just… isn’t the same. I just wanted you to know that he really does miss you.”

Hannah swiped at a single tear that had escaped her eye, while Candace reached to squeeze her hand from across the table. Hannah nodded.

“I know,” she responded softly. “Katie’s told me. Jamie, too. I miss him, too.”

It was Candace’s turn to wipe her knuckle across her own damp face, hating seeing both Hannah and her older brother like this — still so broken. She decided there was no sense in turning back now, and that she would oblige her brother’s final request.

“I have something… don’t be mad,” Candace muttered tentatively. Hannah’s brows lifted in curiosity, and she pulled her leather jacket tighter around her waist as Candace reached into her bag, retrieving an item in one hand.  

“This is for you,” Candace said quietly, pushing a small, black velvet box across the table toward Hannah. “It’s from him.”

Hannah stopped breathing for a moment, convinced she could feel her heart rattle within her chest.

“Why?” she asked simply.

“I told you, he misses you,” Candace replied. “I told him that I was coming to see you, and he asked me to give it to you. I said I’d only do it if the opportunity presented itself naturally, so…” Candace shrugged one shoulder.

Hannah lifted her gaze from the box and turned it back to Candace.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can,” Candace insisted, nodding slowly. “And you should.” She reached across the table once more and nudged the box closer to Hannah, just as the waiter brought their wine and glasses.

Hannah bit anxiously at the inside of her cheek, and she and Candace held each others’ stare while the wine was poured, each thanking the server softly without looking his direction. As he left, Candace propped her elbows on the table, motioning for Hannah to go ahead.

Hannah reached for the box, but kept it closed as she took a lengthy sip of her wine, Candace doing the same. When Hannah finally set down her glass, Candace sat back against the booth and crossed her arms, waiting.

Hannah took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse, palms clammy and fingers trembling as she lifted the lid. Immediately after seeing the box’s contents, she dropped her head, shaking it from side to side in disbelief. She cried silently for a moment before whispering, “Goddamn him.”

Candace dabbed the corners of her eyes with her napkin as she watched Hannah lift the box to take a closer look at the set of garnet earrings and a matching necklace — Hannah and Tyler’s shared birthstone. During their relationship, she had always casually said that if they got married someday, she wanted to wear garnet jewelry with her dress to represent the two of them. Tyler had secretly purchased the set only weeks after she dropped the hint the first time and had planned on giving it to Hannah after he eventually proposed, as an early wedding gift. Though he wouldn’t have that chance now, he desperately wanted her to have it, and had pleaded with Candace to make the delivery.

A small piece of paper was folded and tucked into the edge of the velvet lining. With shaking hands, Hannah pulled it out and glanced helplessly at Candace, who nodded at her as an encouragement to open it.

Upon unfolding the small note, Hannah read a single sentence in familiar scrawl.

I hope you know I’m still in love with you.

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After nearly four hours of conversation, ranging from Hannah and Tyler’s breakup to Candace’s career and touching everything in between, the two women reluctantly said their goodbyes in the parking lot.

“I’ll love you forever, Han,” Candace said as she held Hannah tight, kissing her cheekbone before stepping back, sniffling.

Hannah nodded. “I love you,” she said. “No matter what.”

Candace offered a halfhearted smile before turning toward Tyler’s Jeep, which he’d let her borrow during her visit. Hannah watched her walk away, and suddenly, she called, “Hey.”

Candace turned on her heels, eyebrows raised as she waited to hear what Hannah had to say.

Hannah sighed, crossing her arms across her body as she licked her bottom lip.

“You can give him my number,” Hannah finally said. “It’s okay.”

Candace was certain she felt her heart do a front flip and she beamed at Hannah, tears welling in her eyes — this time of happiness and not of pain.

“I will, Han,” she promised. With one final blown kiss thrown Hannah’s way, she climbed into the driver’s seat and whispered a thank you to no one in particular.

_____

By the time Hannah pulled into her driveway, she was emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. She tried to summon the strength to go inside, but settled instead for resting her forehead against the steering wheel, allowing herself a minute to breathe and just be.

Eventually, she reached for her purse on the passenger seat, realizing that her phone had been tucked away in the bag since she sat down to dinner. She reached for it instinctively, then immediately gasped.

On the screen were two notifications — one missed call and one voicemail. She instantly recognized the number they came from, despite not having it saved in her new phone.

“Ty…” she breathed, feeling panic come to grip her throat like a suffocating hand.

She opened the voicemail and realized it had only been left about ten minutes prior. With quiet sobs already leaving her lips, she sat back in her seat, pressed play, and closed her eyes, bracing herself.

“Hannah… it’s me.”

His voice alone made Hannah tremble as she covered her mouth, tears rolling swiftly down her face and neck. “But I assume you know that by now, and you’re probably freaking out,” he said with a sad chuckle, drawing a deep breath before he continued. “Candace texted me your number when she left your dinner and I just… I just couldn’t wait.”

Another strangled sob fell from Hannah’s mouth as she tangled a hand in her hair, tugging at it helplessly as she wept.

“I’ve said it a hundred times, and I’ll say it a thousand more, but I am so fucking sorry for what I did. And I’m also sorry for how long this voicemail’s gonna be, but I’ve just… I’ve gotta get this out. Just please, Hannah, baby… I don’t deserve to ask you this, but please… please listen.

“I just wanna say, I hope you know I’m still so fucking in love with you, just like I said in that note. It’s the kind of love that you just can’t fall out of. I never wanted to be a heartbreaker, or turn your sisters and their friends into matchmakers. And… I’m so, so sorry people know your name now, and that random strangers hit you up on social media. I hate that people don’t give you the privacy you want. I’m sorry you can’t watch the Stars anymore. Katie told me your parents don’t, either… Speaking of them, I really, really hope they’re doing well. I miss them — fuck, I miss all of you. I hope your dad still prays for me. God knows I need it.”

Tyler’s voice broke at that point, and Hannah hung her head, screwing her eyes shut tightly.

“But you should know, nothing means anything to me anymore, without you. I don’t care when we win and I don’t care when we lose. Since you’ve been gone, playing these games is just… something to do. I know you think this has been my life’s dream, but since we met, I swear to God, Hannah, the only dream I’ve had was you. Nobody can love you as much as I do, and nobody could ever come close to loving me like you do.”

Hannah rested her head in her hand, leaning against the door limply. On the message, she heard something that seemed to be keys clanking, followed by Tyler’s words becoming a bit more huffy — it seemed like he was shuffling around. Then, she heard the distinct sound of his Ferrari door closing.

“Hannah, I know you’ve got nothing to say to me. And I don’t even know what I’m gonna say to you, when I see you in person. But I’m coming over. I’m on my way to you. I just… I can’t do this anymore. I know there isn’t any way we can really be through.”

He exhaled sharply before delivering his final words.

“I love you, Hannah Lee. I’ll see you soon.”

Hannah’s mouth opened in sheer astonishment. By herself inside the silent car, she stuttered and sputtered as she tried to make sense of the voicemail.

“What the fuck? What does he mean? What is he doing?”

It suddenly occurred to Hannah that Tyler lived only a fifteen-minute drive from her new house.

He called ten minutes ago, she thought to herself. He called ten minutes ago, and the voicemail was three minutes long, so that means...

Like the cruelest of scenes in a romantic comedy, a set of headlights flashed in Hannah’s rearview at that very moment. It only took her a moment to realize that they were, indeed, the unique lights of Tyler’s sportscar.

“Fuck,” she whispered, pressing her hands against her face in a futile attempt to dry her tears. She took a deep breath as the familiar white car wheeled in next to her.

Hannah realized at that moment that she could back out of the driveway and whip the car down the street, leaving him in her dust. She could do it, right now. All she had to do was throw it in reverse, put her foot on the gas, and go.

But she couldn’t. As much as she hated herself for it, she just… couldn’t.

Instead, her fingers fumbled and soon found the handle on the panel of the door, pushing it open and forcing herself out of the vehicle. As she got out of her car, Tyler did the same. Despite the darkness, she immediately noticed the dark circles beneath his amber eyes — circles to rival her own. He seemed relieved for a moment, his hands and shoulders visibly relaxing, before he clenched his fists once more, visibly tense.

“Ty...” she croaked, her voice sounding weak. Tired.

“I’m sorry,” Tyler spoke as he took a few slow steps toward her, the hood of her car still separating them. “I’m sorry for doing this. You must think I’m literally insane.”

Hannah sighed, tipping her head back wearily. She didn’t feel nearly equipped to address his statement yet, so, as she shut her car door, she posed a question that shocked even her.

“Do you want to come in?”

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