#jamie oleksiak for me always!!

[hockey-fics]

Masterlist

Updated as of: March 6, 2024. Please let me know if any of the links don't work/are incorrect.

(Listed in alphabetical order by first name)

Colton Parayko

Neighbours

My Forever

Brock Boeser

Is There an Us?

Not Overstepping

Rather Forgive You Than Lose You

A Perfect Celebration

Next Summer

Jack Hughes

Gin, Tonic, and Tequila Shots

Something About Red Wine

Jamie Oleksiak

Two Too Many

Broken Promises and Forbidden Relationships

Jeff Skinner

Seeing Other People

Joel Farabee

Three Wishes

Josh Anderson

Like Having You Here

The Magic of Weddings

Kevin Hayes

Crossing Paths

A Long Month Alone, Together

Still Regret It

Mathew Barzal

Missing Piece

Matthew Tkachuk

Hockey Players are Bad News

Does He Know

Always You

Me or Him

One Drunk Night

Then Everything Changed

One Big Charade

Nathan MacKinnon

When We're 25

Nico Hischier

A Love Worth Changing For

Nolan Patrick

Swipe Right

Hot Chocolate and First Kisses

Rather Be in Philadelphia

Final Sumer at the Cabin

Travis Konecny

Prove You Wrong

Do Better

Trevor Zegras

Hard to Forget

Quinn Hughes

No Flirting at Trivia

That Night in Michigan

That Week in Vancouver (pt. 2 of That Night in Michigan)

Rose Coloured Glasses

The Summer It All Changed

Vince Dunn

Just Once | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Not Enough

Fresh Start and a Familiar Face

Perfect Night

Should Have Seen it Sooner

Sick of It

Instagram Official

Misc:

Andre Burakovsky and Tyson Jost

Soy Lattes and Red Wine | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Choose Your Ending: Tyson Jost | Andre Burakovsky

Nathan MacKinnon and Tyson Jost

Couples Trip

[princessphilly]

Soooo

My 40th Birthday is coming soon!!!!

So I decided I wanted to celebrate in a big way! Thus, a lyric blurb challenge.

So there are two ways to do this:

1. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and ask me to write or

2. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and write it yourself and post it!

Eep: edited to add, Please send me an ask with the lyric, fandom, and if you want me to write it or if you’re going to write it.

Please post anything related to this with #princesspbdaychallenge because I will be following that tag

Open fandoms: TGM, hockey (Sidney Crosby, Nate Mac, Jamie Oleksiak, Brandon Tanev, ask me about others), Marvel, CE characters, Seb Stan characters, Henry Cavill characters.

Tagging: @spine-buster @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @vonalyn @angryschnauzer @persephonepraxidikechthonios @hangmanapologist @hangmanssunnies @withahappyrefrain @yanna-banana @callsignspark @kreiderrider @gretagerwigsmuse @fineanddandy @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @navybrat817 @ginghampearlsnsweettea @himbos-on-ice @hiimana @whoeverineedtobe @hockeynshit @2-fast-2-curious @jobean12-blog @thebookofmags @fenixstar

Click to see lyric prompts:

Love

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor Swift - Dress

Baby, won't you be my sweetheart

We could share a storybook romance

Mariah Carey - Sweetheart

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do

How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew

Incubus - Stellar

Forever my lady

I say just what i mean

Forever and ever

I pray is what i see

Jodeci - Forever My Lady

Walks by me every day

Her and love are the same

The woman that's stolen my heart

And beauty is her name

Dru Hill - Beauty 

When I trust you we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets and I'll whisper 'til the day's done

Fka Twigs - Lights On

Cupid doesn't lie

But you won't know unless you give it a try

Oh baby, true love

won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try

give it a try

112 - Cupid

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

Ghost Town DJ’s - My Boo

I don't ask for too many things

Only one thing I really need

That is you baby next to me

Mary J Blige - Give Me You

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent

Angst

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold? 

New Order - Blue Monday

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky

Talk to the man with the reasons why

And let me know what you find

Taylor Swift - Come In With The Rain

You can never win or lose

If you don't run the race

The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

There's something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

Tool - Stinkfist

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep

Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Linkin Park - Papercut

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I'll wait for you

U2 - With Or Without You

I come home early expecting your warm embrace

But something is wrong 'cuz its written all over your face

Dru Hill - In My Bed

Platonic

Like a shoebox of photographs

With sepia-toned loving

Jack Johnson -  Better Together

Yea, I've been workin' all week

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep

I wanna have fun

It's time for a good time

Alan Jackson - Good Time

Come on, baby, let's get away

Let's save our troubles for another day

Come go with me we've got it made

Let me take you on an escapade

Janet Jackson - Escapade

The grabbing hands grab all they can

All for themselves, after all

(It's a competitive world)

(Everything counts in large amounts)

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.

Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Tool - The Grudge

And on I read until the day was gone

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged

In dreams until my death I will wander on

Audioslave - Like A Stone

It's so unreal, didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Linkin Park - In The End

And so we're told this is the golden age

And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

U2 - New Year’s Day

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

And all I dreamed of, it can't get started

Time goes really slow and I need to let it out

Kelela - Bankhead

Smutty

We go deep and we don't get no sleep

'Cause we'll be up all night until the early light

Janet Jackson - Go Deep

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here?

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

You'd be calling out my name

Begging me to play my games

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Fetish is a pleasure you cannot be faked, woho hoho

But when it feels this good then it just comes natural

Baby, arch your back and point your toes

Miguel - Arch & Point

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor babe

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate

Miguel - the valley

I got plans to put my hands in places

I never seen, girl, you know what I mean

Usher - Nice & Slow

Turned on by everything you say

I'm turned on by everything you do

Jodeci - Freek'n You

No rules to this game

Turn me out

Now I'm helpless

And I beg you

Do it again

Kelela - Do It Again

Grab hold of me

Gentle love but touch passionately

I'll give you my blessing

Take me person and objectively

Ex and internally

Sabrina Claudio

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love

#song lyrics #song lyric challenge #birthday challenge #birthday celebration #princesspbdaychallenge

[wyattjohnston]

all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 27 Jan '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

buffalo sabres

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

calgary flames

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

columbus blue jackets

nick blankenburg

need a little company

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

los angeles kings

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence penguins

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

quinn hughes

closer than i ever even knew

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

nolan patrick

found the cure for a broken heart

say that we'll be together (series of one shots)

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

#masterlist #this may look exactly the same as the old one #but this is in the new post type

[drewsbuzzcut]

Tangled Sheets, Tangled Lips

jamie oleksiak x fem!reader

warnings: smut

The loud moans and whines coming from you and Jamie eliminate the silence that usually fills your bedroom in the morning of Jamie’s off days.

You’re not sure how it started. It might’ve been because you both went to sleep naked from the hours spent tangled in sheets, pulling orgasm after orgasm from each other, so your naked bodies were pressed tightly against each other in the morning. Maybe it’s because Jamie has wandering hands, and a wandering mouth that couldn’t help but suck on your nipples. Even if all the desire was put out last night, Jamie knew how to spark it up again.

So here you both are, having glorious morning sex. Jamie had already orgasmed, being that he’s always extra sensitive in the morning. You’ve yet to have your first, but you’re enjoying the softness of it all.

Jamie’s large body hovered over your small one, his hands holding onto the headboard as he kept thrusting into you. Every time he thrust back into you, you couldn’t help but moan because it felt so fucking good, and because you knew he was fucking his cum back into you.

You hand one arm wrapped around his neck, that hand buried in his hair while the other hand was clawing down his back.

“Fuck, Jame. You feel so good,” you whimper out. He just kisses your neck in response.

You could feel his mushroom tip glide against your slick walls, causing you to clench down on him.

“You’re so wet,” Jamie comments and leans his forehead down on yours.

“Only for you,” you say in a whine as Jamie slows his thrusts and hits your sweet spot.

“Right there, baby,” you continue.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers in your ear.

The slow, meaningful rhythm of his hips allows him to reach places you didn’t even know were possible. Your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head, your mouth open and silent moans coming out.

He dips his head down to envelope one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks softly, but the wet sensation has you arching your back, making Jamie lift his body away from yours.

You’re still laying down, but Jamie is on his knees, grabbing hold of your hips that keep lifting and starts pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes! Right there, fuck. Jamie, I’m almost there,” you practically shout.

“I know, baby. I can feel you squeezing. Come on cum for me,” he moans out.

Your walls keep pulsating around his cock and it drives him crazy, making his thrusts relentlessness.

“I’m cumming!” You moan, throwing your head back and tensing up.

Your mixed juices start leaking down his balls, and he has to refrain from pounding into you again.

Jamie knows you’re up in the clouds, so he lays his body on yours and starts kissing along your neck and jaw.

“I love you,” you whisper, hands carding through his sweaty hair.

“I love you more,” Jamie says against your lips before he’s kissing the life out of you.

For a while you both engage in an intense makeout. It’s slow, but it’s messy. You let your tongues dance together and bite at each other’s lips, hands even started wandering again.

“No more. I don’t think I can even function right now,” you let out with a chuckle, feeling the soreness in all your muscles.

“How about a warm bath?” He asks, face pressed against the skin of your neck.

“You have to carry me.”

“Deal!”

a/n: I love Jamie and I had this random idea, so enjoy!!!

#jamie oleksiak #jamie oleksiak imagine #jamie oleksiak fanfiction #jamie oleksiak x reader #jamie oleksiak fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #seattle kraken

[laurenairay]

Writing prompts-

So many to choose from but....

3) “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.”- with Oleksiak

3 - “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” – Jamie Oleksiak

1.2k words.

First prompt of the batch – let’s do this! I hope you enjoy!

*

There he was, standing across the room, in all of his 6ft7 glory. Jamie Oleksiak, the man who still held your heart, despite breaking it over a year ago. If you’d known he’d be here at this bar then you wouldn’t have come anywhere near it, but here you were drink in hand, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement.

Maybe it was a little pathetic, more than a little ridiculous, that this guy still had such a hold over you after shattering your heart into a thousand pieces, but he was Jamie. You could never forget your first real love, not when he looked like that, not when he’d been perfect up until breaking up with you out of the blue. Part of you would always love him, you knew that, but that didn’t mean seeing him laughing and smiling across the room was any easier.

Then again, catching eyes with him was infinitely worse.

Jamie’s beautiful blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch in your throat, your whole body freeze up, and by the time you’d recovered enough to shake your head out of your stupor, he was already walking over to you. Brilliant.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“What are you doing here, Jamie?” you sighed, trying desperately to coolly ignore his flirting.

“Can’t a guy want to party every now and again?” he asked, smirking slightly.

Rather than reacting outwardly to that smirk, like the butterflies rioting in your stomach were, you just rolled your eyes.

“I meant here, in Dallas. You fucked off to Seattle after breaking up with me, remember?” you said dryly.

“I didn’t just fuck off to Seattle, I was picked in the expansion draft-” he mused.

Technicality.

“-and we’re playing the Stars tomorrow, so we’re in town for tonight,” Jamie finished, shrugging.

“And that means you’re bothering me…why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jamie just grinned, sending shivers down your spine. “If you’re really that bothered by me coming over to say hi, baby, then I’ll go.”

“I’m not your baby,” you shot back.

He just stayed silent as you took a sip of your drink, grin widening when you didn’t tell him to leave, like the idiot you were. Weak and foolish for him, just as you used to be. That much hadn’t changed, clearly.

“So how have you been?” he asked, leaning up against the bar top.

“Good. Better than when you broke my heart. Are you really here to make small talk?”

Jamie winced but laughed softly, shaking his head. “You haven’t changed at all. I’ve missed that. I miss you, that fire I lov-”

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it,” you said sharply.

“Say what?” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

“That you love me.”

“Why not? You know it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. You just think you love me because you miss how easy our relationship was,” you said, scowling slightly.

Jamie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I think I know my own feelings. I love you.”

“Yeah, right, okay let’s pretend for one second that you love me – what does that change, hm? Does that magically solve anything? You broke up with me, remember?” you scoffed.

“Sweetheart, come on…”

“Don’t call me sweetheart! Jesus, Jamie, what is going on with you?” you asked incredulously, “You broke up with me. You have made no attempt to contact me at all and here you are saying you miss me? That you love me? What is this bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit. I was an idiot, sweetheart, leaving you behind when I should’ve begged for you to come with me. I missed you the second I stepped on that plane and I’ve been kicking myself for not fighting harder, for taking what I thought was the easy way out. And then I was too ashamed to call you, to text you, when I knew you deserved better. When I saw you across the bar tonight, it felt like I got a second chance to make things right with you. Please tell me I still have a chance?”

Your lips parted in shock as the words poured out of his mouth, far more eloquent in revealing his feelings than he ever had been when the two of you were together. In all honesty, you were stunned, confused, flustered, and so many other things, all of his words ones that you’d wanted to hear for so long and yet now that you’d heard them? It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Jamie, I…”

You trailed off into silence, not finding the words as his continued to overwhelm you, Jamie just standing there staring at you, his pretty blue eyes pleading their case.

“I don’t know what to say,” you eventually murmured, hands clutching at your empty drink glass.

The confidence in his body seemed to drain away, causing him to lean even more against the bar. “I guess I picked the worst possible place to try to win you back, huh?”

You chewed your bottom lip briefly before you sighing, smiling sadly. “Yeah I’m not really sure what you expected to happen, J.”

Something in his eyes sharpened at the use of his nickname, and he tilted his eyes as he made eye contact with you properly again, sending shivers down your spine once more.

“If I called you, would you answer?”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If I picked up the phone and called you, like I wish I’d done hundreds of times over, would you answer?” he repeated, staring you down.

“Uh, depends on the context, I guess,” you said hesitantly.

“I want to fight for us. I already told you that I know I’m an idiot for breaking up with you. So if I called you, every day, to restart what I should never have thrown away, would you give me that second chance?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the implication of his words. “You want us to try long distance?”

“It could work. We don’t know until we try, right? I know that I don’t deserve you to even give this a shot, but I’ll get down on my knees right here right now to beg you if you want,” Jamie said, eyes serious even if he was smiling.

“Oh my god J, don’t kneel down here, the floor is disgusting,” you groaned, cheeks heating regardless at the thought of the action.

Jamie grinned, stepping a little closer to you, those traitorous butterflies igniting in your stomach again. “So you’ll answer if I call?”

You bit your bottom lip as you stared deeply into his blue eyes, gasping softly as his hand moved to rest on your waist.

“I…I guess I can answer the phone. But I’m not promising more than once,” you said simply.

You had to protect your heart. If he couldn’t deliver what he promised, fighting for the two of you long distance, making up for breaking your heart, then you couldn’t put yourself through that again. But he was right – you didn’t know until you tried, and you knew you would regret it if you said no.

“Baby you won’t regret this, I promise,” he said happily, hands squeezing your waist to punctuate his words.

You could only hope he was right this time.

#my writing #jamie oleksiak blurb #prompt list blurbs #jamie oleksiak x reader #jamie oleksiak imagine #jamie oleksiak fic #jamie oleksiak fanfic #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

[selfindulgentpoorlywritten]

Here is my fic for @tippedbykreider for @antoineroussel ‘s 2k22 winter fic exchange! I’m sorry for the delay getting it finished and posted, things were a little crazy for a little while. I started one fic, realized I wouldn’t have time to finish it, started another fic, got scared you may not like the kinks, started a third fic, finally finished! I’m going to give this another read through later to make sure I didn’t miss any typos or anything, but please let me know if you find any!

Rating: T

Pairing: Jamie Oleksiak/reader

Words: 6552

Warnings: heavy COVID mentions

Summary: Jamie has awful taste in women.

Knowing Jamie has been one of the biggest joys of your life. It has also been one of the most frustrating experiences you’ve endured.

For all that he is the sweetest, kindest, funniest, and all-around best person you’ve ever met, he also has horrible taste in women. The first time he’d dated someone shitty, you’d assumed it was a fluke. It was early on in your friendship, and you figured it was an outlier. You’ve learned over the years that it was not.

The first woman, Chelsea, had dated Jamie for about two months. She was a generally okay person, just not a great significant other. You didn’t get to know too much about their relationship, since your friendship with Jamie was so new, but you’d heard enough to know that she wasn’t exactly the attentive, affectionate partner that Jamie deserved. They went on about three dates over those two months, and from what you’d heard, she spent most of that time on her phone. There was nothing wrong with her, per se, she just wasn’t a good fit.

The second woman, Anna, was a bit more… unhinged. She was nice enough most of the time, but her moods were notoriously mercurial. More than once, you were witness to her shouting at him out of nowhere before storming off. You’d been friends with him for about nine months at that point, and the two of you had gotten close enough that the behavior made your blood boil. Luckily, he didn’t stay with her for long.

The third was actually a great person, which surprised you. About a year into your friendship, Jamie had met Blair at a bar and they hit it off. She was exceptionally kind, and loved to laugh. It seemed like a much better relationship, and you’d been sad when they broke up. Despite meshing so well at the beginning, they apparently just didn’t have enough in common to sustain the relationship. You’re still friends with her to this day, and grab lunch together on occasion.

As far above average as that match had been, the next had been much, much lower. Maddie was the type that gave you a bad feeling from the beginning, no matter how much she smiled and laughed. Whenever you were around, she kept her face steeled in a tight-lipped smile, staying glued to Jamie’s side. You’d known him for a couple years by that point, and he was firmly your best friend. For being so big and intimidating, Jamie’s a softy at heart. The first time he came to your place at 1am and cried into your shoulder, you’d decided Maddie was your enemy.

Jamie always came up with an excuse to stay with her, so all you could do was support him and wait for him to come to his senses. When he showed up in the middle of the night, scratch marks up and down his arms, you’d nearly driven to her house to tear her face off. Of course, he’d brushed it off as “not a big deal”, but it only took a month and a half for him to finally leave. Three-quarters of a year wasted on her.

Luckily, he’d taken a break from dating after that. He’d been traded to Pittsburgh shorty after, and politely allowed you to hide your tears when you hugged goodbye at the airport. The move had ended up being good for him, both personally and professionally. The Penguins’ coaching staff truly helped him improve, and he played better than he ever had. His dating break gave him time to repair some of his busted self-esteem, and you watched from a distance as he became the same Jamie you’d known before. The same Jamie you’d fallen in love with.

Because that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? It’s not just that Jamie has questionable taste, it’s that you’ve been standing right next to him for years, arms open, and he’s never noticed. At first, you’d hoped it was just because he was oblivious to your feelings, but you’d eventually had to accept that there was no way he could’ve possibly not realized, and he’s just not interested. It hurt, and it still does sometimes, but you’re more than grateful to be his best friend anyway.

When he got traded back to the Stars, he’d once again politely ignored your tears when you picked him up from the airport. Being shuffled around like that had been a bit of a blow to his self-esteem, but he’d done alright. It didn’t hurt that they’d made it to the playoffs the next year, either.

You’d been prepared for the rush of the post-season, but then the pandemic happened, and everything stopped.

The two of you spent months trapped together in your little one-bedroom apartment. He probably could’ve gone home before everything completely shut down, but had decided to stay with you. He’d asked so simply one night, his casual tone too intentional to be genuine, and you’d been helpless to say no. Not that you were opposed to spending uninterrupted time with him, but you knew he’d end up missing his family.

Working at the hospital made you an essential worker, so you didn’t get a break to learn to bake bread like everyone else. You got extra shifts, and more responsibility, and new protocols. You complained the least about all the extra PPE needed to deal with the COVID patients, so you got assigned to as many of them as the Charge Nurse could justify. It was hell, but your light at the end of the tunnel was knowing Jamie would be there when you got home.

He played house husband the whole time, taking such good care of you that you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him than you’d thought possible. The two of you had been sharing your bed the entire time, but having his big body curled around you, shielding you every night, meant more and more as time went on.

The playoffs got rescheduled, the team both eager and full of dread. Your bed was too big, too cold, for months. At the end of September, he had the perfect opportunity to return home after their loss. Instead, he came to mope at your apartment, a barnacle stuck to your side whenever you weren’t at work. He went back to Toronto eventually, and you got used to being alone again.

While he was home for an extended off-season, he met Rebecca. Being so far away meant that you didn’t get to meet her face-to-face, but she’d appeared in some of your video chats with Jamie. Her appearances steadily increased over time, until you couldn’t talk to Jamie without her by his side. When they’d broken up, he’d just shrugged as he told you the reason.

“She said it was you or her,” he’d said, “So of course I picked you.”

The way he said it stuck in the back of your mind after that: of course. Of course he’d picked you. Like it was easy. Like any other option was ridiculous. He chose you.

A month or two before the expansion draft, Jamie got quieter, and you knew. He wasn’t coming back to you.

You were excited for him, really. He had the chance to be the inaugural class of a new franchise, the face of a team. He wouldn’t be stuck in the Dallas heat, this comparatively lackluster city. He’d get new opportunities and find new happiness. And yet the small, selfish part of you wanted to lock him in your apartment and never let him go.

There’s no teary airport goodbye this time, Jamie heading straight to Seattle from Toronto. The second the schedule was released, he’d called to set up a date for you to visit during a homestand. You found a week in January and booked your plane ticket immediately. Just in time for you to visit, he found another girl.

Meeting Nathalie gave you much the same feeling as meeting Maddie had– as upbeat and nice as she appeared, a heavy feeling settled in your gut anyway. The plan for your first day in town had initially been to laze around Jamie’s apartment and watch bad movies. Mostly, that’s what you do. But Nathalie had apparently been insistent that she meet you, so the three of you had done lunch together. Much of it was spent listening to her chatter about how proud she was of Jamie, and how cool it was that he was a face of the Kraken, and how great the view from his apartment was.

Unfortunately, a lot more of your trip was spent with her around than you’d anticipated. If you and Jamie went to a meal, she was there, talking about an outing they’d gone on recently. If you and Jamie stayed in to play video games together, she popped by, showing off some nice gift Jamie had gotten her. When you went to one of Jamie’s games, she was in the seat next to you, babbling about how nice the WAG section is. You hadn’t even been seated in that section, wanting to be up against the glass to see the game better. Yet, she seemed to feel the need to rub it in your face at every turn, how many nice things Jamie did for or gave her.

By the end of the trip, you were almost as glad to be away from her as you were sad to leave Jamie. That may be an exaggeration, considering how it broke your heart to leave him, but it was certainly a relief to not have to listen to her anymore.

You and Jamie had texted on a nearly daily basis for years, and had started scheduling a weekly facetime session when he moved. After your trip, it felt like Nathalie had to chime in during every call to show you some new present Jamie had gifted her. Luckily, she didn’t sit around for the entire call every time, like Rebecca had.

You’d never seen Jamie buy someone so much stuff, or take them on so many dates. He’s a generous, thoughtful guy, but this seemed excessive.

As the second half of the season dragged on, you spent more and more time comforting Jamie about the team’s struggles. They weren’t playing well, obviously, and Jamie missed the easy chemistry he’d had with Miro and the Stars. You continued to assure him that it would come, that it had to be expected that their first season would be rough, that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Even the media had begun to change, the team focusing less on him and more on other players like Tanev. It wasn’t like Jamie to care about something like that, and yet it had him feeling useless. You weren’t convinced that it didn’t have something to do with Nathalie’s obsession with his notoriety.

The breakup hadn’t come as a surprise. Jamie had told you a couple weeks before, quietly under his breath, that he thought she was going to leave him. You’d done your best to reassure him about it, but you both knew he was right.

What surprised you was how badly he took it. It was clear that he was attached to her, of course he was, but her departure put him in a downward spiral. You’d figured the pressure and shame of a failed season contributed to it, but that clearly wasn’t all. It was only when he’d broken down with you on the phone one night that you got it: he thinks he’s not made for love. Bad relationship after bad relationship had warped something in his brain, made him think that there was something inherently wrong with him, that this kept happening.

There had been a lot of emotions crashing around in you that night. You hadn’t let him see them, had focused on comforting him. But laying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but feel it all. The sadness that Jamie could feel that way about himself. The anger that so many women had hurt him. The heartbreak of knowing that you love him, could love him in the way he so desperately wants, and he doesn’t want you to.

The off-season has been fairly standard. Jamie went home for a few weeks to commiserate with his family and cheer himself up, then did a little jet-setting around to see his friends. He talked to you all throughout, but your favorite was when he sent you pictures of him and the Finnish Mafia in Helsinki. Roope had driven down from Tampere so Jamie could see them all at once and they were all cheesing for the camera in front of the Suomalinna, arms around each other. It was the biggest smile you’d seen on Jamie’s face in months.

It was the first time since he was on the Penguins that he’d needed to schedule a trip to see you. Usually he would just come back to Dallas a little early before the season to spend time with you, but that wouldn’t work anymore. Instead, you find a week in August that you can get time off of work, and he buys his ticket before you even hang up the phone.

You pick him up from the airport with the A/C blasting, trying to stave off the Texas heat. Judging by the way he’s wiping his forehead immediately after stepping out of the doors, he’s lost his heat tolerance from being spoiled in Seattle and Toronto. You rush over to give him the biggest hug you can manage, lifting him off the ground just the littlest bit. He clutches your back and laughs, kissing the top of your head a couple times. You slide his bag into the back seat for him, letting him escape into the passenger side. He used to put up a fight about you handling his bags for him, but has long since given up. Your parents had taught you it was polite to help someone with their bags, and you were nothing if not polite.

The drive back to your place is filled with lighthearted chatter about the weather and all the sights you pass that he hasn’t seen in a while. He points out a little burger joint the two of you used to go to, insisting you have to eat there before he leaves. Honestly, you’d do whatever he wanted. You’re just glad to have him back by your side.

When he goes on roadies, he never unpacks, knowing he’s going to be leaving wherever he is in a day, max. In contrast, he unzips his suitcase as soon as he makes it into your room, already knowing which drawers will be half-empty for him. He’d taken almost all of his things when he moved to Seattle, but you hadn’t had the heart to fill the spaces they left with anything else.

Your plans for his visit are nebulous, mostly ideas one of you threw out here or there. You knew he’d been too jetlagged to do anything the first day, so you made sure to stock up on snacks and schedule a delivery from his favorite Thai place for dinner. The first thing you do is take a nap, which is nice, because you worked late last night and then were too excited to sleep much.

Having a one-bedroom keeps you from having most people stay over, unless they’re fine with sleeping on the couch, but you never worry about that with Jamie. From the first time he’d stayed too late and you’d steered him away from the couch and into your bed, the two of you shared your bed whenever he was here. It was never awkward, even on the occasions when you wake up to Jamie’s morning wood pressing into your back or hip. You just know each other too well to let things like that bother you.

You haven’t gotten the privilege of waking up with his arms around you in a long while, and you luxuriate in the feeling for as long as you can after waking up. His breathing is soft and steady across the top of your head, the skin of his neck soft where your face is buried in it. The alarm going off couldn’t be less welcome.

After a good stretch and some emphatic yawning, the two of you venture into the kitchen to gather up snacks for the movie you’re going to watch. Something new and obscure has come out on Netflix, so you’re excited to see if it sucks or not. You settle in against the arm of the couch, spreading your legs so that Jamie can lie himself between them. His head rests on your chest, his legs dangling over the other side of the couch. People always ask you why the end table on that side is so far away, and this is the exact reason. You can only tolerate Jamie accidentally kicking the lamp off of it so many times.

The movie sucks, as it turns out, but in the good way that has you laughing and making snarky comments. You maneuver yourself out from under Jamie when the doorbell rings, gratefully accepting the food and tipping the delivery person. Jamie perks up at the sight of the restaurant’s logo and it makes you smile.

You sit cross-legged in front of the coffee table to eat, putting on one of your comfort shows so that you don’t have to watch too closely. After all this time, Jamie knows well enough that small talk grates on your nerves, so he’s open and honest and raw when he opens up about his fears for the upcoming season. You listen quietly, nudging his leg with your knee when he finishes.

“You know I’ll still love you even if you never win again for the rest of your career, right?” you ask, offering a gentle smile. Jamie ducks his head bashfully, bumping your shoulders together.

“I know,” he replies, able to smile a bit on his own, now, “I love you too.” No matter how many times he’s said it to you, hearing those three words still puts a fluttering in your chest. It’s clear that he means it in a friendly way, the same way you tell all your other friends that you love them, but your heart doesn’t seem to know the difference.

You talk about your own problems at work as you finish eating, before trying to lighten the mood as you clean up the empty containers. He tells you about his time back home, all of the antics he and Penny pulled. His love for his family always astounds you.

You sit tucked up underneath Jamie’s arm, leaning against the headboard as the two of you scroll on your phones before bed. It’s not a good habit, with the blue light and whatever, but these quiet moments with Jamie are worth far more than an extra half hour of sleep.

You wake the next morning to Jamie propped up on one elbow, looking down at you with a small smile on his face. It makes your heart skip a beat, before flowers take root and bloom there. It’s not the first time you’ve caught him doing this, but in the past couple years, he’s stopped looking away and pretending it didn’t happen as soon as you wake up.

When you’re alone, you usually skip breakfast, but you know Jamie can’t do that. You sit at the counter as he cooks, allowing yourself to indulge the urge to watch the muscles in his back flex with his movements. He’s not a fan of clothes in general, and you’ve never complained about him roaming your apartment in nothing but shorts. He joins you at the counter to eat, the two of you discussing plans for the day. Pavs is in town, so you hit him up to see if he wants to do lunch, an invitation he quickly accepts. There’s a cool immersive Van Gogh exhibit you’ve been meaning to visit, which Jamie easily agrees to. Then you’ll do dinner at the burger place, then come home for some video game time.

As you get ready for lunch, you have a hard time picking an outfit. You don’t want to be too hot, but you also want to look cute. You putter around from the dresser to the closet and back a few times before Jamie shakes his head at you. He ducks into the closet, emerging with a blue sundress covered in sunflowers.

“‘Cause Van Gogh, yeah?” he says, offering it to you, “Plus it’s my favorite.” The Van Gogh reason would’ve been enough for you, but you’re definitely wearing it if it’s Jamie’s favorite. Despite your indecision, you still manage to arrive to the restaurant on time. Pavs and Sarah are already there and seated, so you join them out on the patio under the big white canopy. Pavs gives both Jamie and you huge bear hugs, and you give Sarah a good squeeze too. As much as you have more opportunities to see them, you’ve been slacking on keeping in touch with the Stars crew.

Lunch goes off without a hitch, the four of you catching up on everything you’ve missed while apart. Nathan starts seventh grade in a few weeks, which he is apparently not thrilled about. Sarah has a new side project restoring antique furniture, and you insist she has to teach you all about it. Joe is already gearing up for the season, and teases Jamie a little about it.

The Van Gogh exhibit is actually really cool, huge rooms filled with projections of his work. The soundtrack is perfect, changing to match each piece. A few times you turn to Jamie, only to find him looking at you rather than the art. You’re admiring the way the colors bathe his skin just as much, so you don’t think about it.

The exhibit doesn’t take as long as you expected, so you spend a little time driving around with the windows down, enjoying a more temperate summer day. The wind ruffles Jamie’s hair, making it glint gold in the sunshine. He’s doing the little wave motion with his hand as you speed down the highway, singing along to the radio loudly and off-key. It may be your favorite sound.

When it’s finally time for dinner, you circle back to University Park. The restaurant is small, but has that cozy family-owned feel to it. There are impressionistic paintings in warm tones on the stucco walls, the booths and seats the same red vinyl they’d been last time you came. The checkerboard floor is slightly sticky under your shoes when you step up to the counter, which should be gross but is oddly comforting instead. You ring the bell once, smiling as a portly man with a grey mustache and a bald spot emerges from the kitchen.

“Y/N, Jamie!” he calls with excitement, “Where have you been?” It’s been over a year since you’ve come here, so it’s surprising that Angelo even remembers you. No matter how much the both of you had come over the years, the restaurant industry moves quickly, and you hadn’t expected him to recognize you. He pulls you into a quick hug over the counter, tugging Jamie down for one afterward.

You catch up a little, asking about Angelo’s sons and the restaurant as he puts in your order. His son Mateo is in college now, going to UT for computer science, so you’re surprised to see him peek out of the kitchen. He smiles when he sees you, coming around the corner fully to pull you two into hugs just as his father had. 

After a little more chit-chat with the two, Mateo returns to the kitchen to make your order, and Angelo shoos you to the side so he can take the order of the couple that comes through the door. You and Jamie talk amongst yourselves, remarking on how tall Mateo has gotten. He must have gotten the height genes from his mother’s side of the family, but you remember when he was a scrawny preteen mopping the floors, barely tall enough to kiss your cheek on his tip-toes. His father had embarrassed him to hell and back one time by telling you that Mateo had a crush on you, but it was cute.

Once given your food, you retreat to a booth in the back corner, the same one you’ve always sat at. The food is even better than you remember; maybe Mateo should be going to culinary school instead. There are a few new fish in the tank next to your table, and you point them out to Jamie so you can figure out names for them. Generations of fish have been named by the two of you, here.

The restaurant stays open late, so you’re not worried about taking your time. You’ve closed the place down before, but you’ve definitely got some time tonight. Besides, there are a couple small groups still sitting, so it’s not like you’re the only ones.

Angelo always plays the music a little louder than other places you’ve been, probably because he has a hard time hearing it. When a song you love comes on, your conversation stops, and Jamie nudges your foot with his own.

“You wanna?” he asks, not needing to elaborate. It certainly won’t be the first time you’ve danced together here, and hopefully it won’t be the last. It’s one of the things that had endeared Angelo to you, years ago. You stand, taking a step forward so you can offer Jamie your hand. He takes it happily, bouncing out of his seat to join you. You catch some of the patrons giving you a look out of the corner of your eye, but you’re not particularly concerned about them. Spending a lot of time around someone Jamie’s size will get you used to odd looks, and it’s actually made you much less self conscious than you used to be.

With one of your hands clasped in his and your other on his hip, you start swaying him a little. He smiles, squeezing your shoulder with the hand settled there. He always lets you lead, a master at following whatever crazy move you try on a whim. The song is so upbeat that swaying just won’t cut it, so you start dancing for real, swinging him around. You bounce on the balls of your feet, leading him around in circles and abstract shapes, pushing him away to pull him closer, jumping as you twirl him so that you can get your joined hands over his ducked head. You’re careful of the decorations and tables, even as you fling Jamie out by one hand, only to spin him back into your chest.

You’re singing along, the words coming easily from where they’re ingrained in your mind. Though you’d never admit it, you’re genuinely singing them to him. This song has always made you think of him, from the lyrics to the way the music makes your heart thump. During the bridge, you do the little move where you roll your balled fists around each other in a circle, leaning forward and back toward him in time with the beat. He mimics you after a moment, alternating his leaning so that he’s doing the opposite of you.

When the chorus kicks back in, you grab his hand and start flinging him around again, jumping and sliding and somehow avoiding stepping on each others’ feet. Suddenly, he stills you by pulling you into his chest, holding you tightly as he stares down at you. He cups your face in one hand, smiling as he sings.

“I know you’ve heard it from those other boys,” his eyes are unbearably soft as he gazes into your soul, “But this time it’s real, it’s something that I feel.” Time stops around you, everything fading out until all that remains are the points where he’s touching you. Everything about him is soft and sweet, from his eyes to his smile to his hand gentle against your face. Just as suddenly, he pushes you away to swing you in a circle, twirling you and leading the rest of the dance. It’s a good thing he does, because you’re not sure you could muster up the brainpower to lead right now.

When the song ends, Jamie dips you on the very last word. He holds you there for a moment before pulling you back up. A table of four college students claps and hoots, Angelo joining from his place behind the counter. One of the other two tables just smiles at the two of you before returning to their meal. The only response you hear from the last table is one of them saying “how come you never do anything like that”.

Jamie returns to the table like nothing happened, gathering your bag and the trash while you try to gather your brain from the floor. Saying goodbye to Angelo and Mateo is enough to break you out of your stupor, and you think you manage to seem mostly normal. The smirk Mateo shoots you just before you turn for the door makes it clear that you weren’t completely normal, though.

Jamie spends the car ride home on his phone, tapping out messages. He seems a little flustered about whatever he’s saying, so you leave him to it. Probably better than straight out asking him what the fuck that was.

By time you get home, it’s late enough that you decide to skip the video games and go straight to bed. All through getting ready, your mind refuses to stop thinking about it. You replay the moment in your head over and over in the shower, dissect every minute facet of his facial expression as you put on pajamas. As you sit in bed, staring blankly at your phone, you can’t shake the way his palm on your cheek had felt.

Jamie falls asleep before you do, head resting on your chest as you absently pet his hair. You feel insane. It’s not like the two of you haven’t been flirty before, but something feels so different about it, this time. When he sings, he’s usually belting out something awful in the car. But he’d kept his voice so low, like he was singing just to you, like he was whispering you a secret. And his eyes– you’ve only seen him look at you like that a few times before, but you’d always had to catch him in the act. He’d never let you see on purpose.

After a few hours of trying unsuccessfully to sleep, you give up. You work your way out from under Jamie, making as little disturbance as you can as you roll out of bed and leave the room. It meant nothing, and you know it meant nothing, because it always means nothing with Jamie. You’ve completely built your lives around each other by this point, but he’s never given you reason to believe that it’s anything more than being best friends. And you’re fine with that! It’s totally okay! It’s better than okay! But sometimes he does things like this, and that last little bit of space between you feels like a yawning chasm in your chest.

You’re not sure what to do since you can’t sleep, so you just sit on the couch and fuck around on your phone. You send your next best friend a long explanation of the event, followed by an even longer rant about it. She works overnights, so it doesn’t take her long to respond. She can’t call you at work, so you shoot messages back and forth about this, wanting to cry a little more every time she tries to convince you that this means more than it does.

When the overhead light flicks on, you nearly jump out of your skin. You whip your head around to find Jamie sauntering into the room like he hadn’t just scared the life out of you. It’s silent as he makes his way over, settling on the opposite end of the couch. He crosses his legs under himself, leaning his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. He seems honest in his curiosity, worry tinging the edges of his expression. You lock your phone and put it face-down in your lap, hunkering further down into the blanket around you. Obviously you can’t tell him what’s really going on, but you’re also having trouble thinking of an adequate cover.

“Just couldn’t sleep, I guess,” you shrug. It’s weak, but you’re hoping he’ll let it drop. He doesn’t.

“Something’s wrong,” he says, knowing you too well to miss it. You pull the blanket up to your chin, wishing you could pull it over your head and hide until this all went away. The absence of any denial only proves him right.

“Hey,” he says, reaching out to softly grab your ankle through the blanket, “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” You don’t want to, but it would be even more suspicious to hide something from him. You tell him everything, and he tells you everything, and resisting that would set off alarm bells in your head too. You’ve gotta come up with something quick. Maybe something about work?

“What was that earlier?” you blurt out, “At the restaurant.” Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. If your brain was a separate physical person, you would fight it. Jamie just looks confused.

“What do you mean?” he asks. Part of you wants to come up with something, anything else, to drop the subject entirely. A slightly bigger part of you knows that it’s too late for that, and kind of wants to know what he’ll say.

“When we were dancing, you–” you pause, trying to figure out how to phrase what you’re asking, “You grabbed my face and sang to me. You’ve never done that.” It’s true, he hasn’t. There are implications to you asking this, probably, but what’s said is said. It’s better than asking something even stupider, not that you could think of something stupider.

“Oh, that,” he says, huffing a laugh and leaning back a little to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah, I don’t know why I did that.” That’s not what you were expecting. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t “I don’t know”. There’s disappointment inside of you, and a little anger at the fact that he could do something like this so nonchalantly, as if it wouldn’t tear you apart. He can’t really be blamed, though, because you’ve never told him how you feel.

“Oh,” you reply, staying in your blanket cocoon, “Okay.” You’re still miserable about it, possibly even more now. With the question unasked, there was the chance that there were some type of feelings behind the action, no matter how slim. Now, with an answer that dismisses the entire affair, you know it was just another nothing.

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. You can tell he’s looking at you, but your gaze is stubbornly fixed on the small pieces of fuzz you’re picking off of the blanket. The tone of your last statement is unusual for you, and he’s probably trying to figure out why you’re upset. As obviously as in love with him as you’ve been for a long time, he’s always been too oblivious to pick up on it, and you don’t expect him to this time, either. Yet, your brain is still running through a thousand thoughts a second trying to figure out how to respond if he accuses you of it.

“I lied,” he says finally. That gets your eyes to shoot up to him. He lied? About what?

“I do know why I did that,” he continues, squaring his shoulders like a soldier preparing for battle. Something about his tone makes it seem more like he’s a man walking to the gallows. You wait for him to finish the thought, fingers frozen around the fuzz you’d been in the process of tearing off. His face does a few interesting things that you can’t quite decipher, before he meets your gaze again.

“I did it because I’m in love with you, and I’m too scared to tell you,” he says. For the second time tonight, everything stops. Both of you are stock still, not even breathing, as if any tiny disturbance would have everything crashing down. Something breaks the spell for him, but you’re still stuck.

“And I totally understand that you don’t feel the same way!” he says, the words coming out in a rush, nerves clear in every syllable, “But sometimes you do something and I have a hard time not telling you, and we were dancing, and you looked so beautiful, and…” He trails off, swallowing hard. You may be having a stroke.

There’s no way this is real, right? You fell asleep texting Ella and this is a dream. Because there’s no way that Jamie is sitting here, telling you that he’s in love with you. Despite all your fantasizing, you’ve always known that he’d never reciprocate your feelings, and yet. Yet here he is, telling you the exact thing you’ve yearned to hear for years.

Whether your brain wants to believe or process it, your body has begun to react as if it’s real. Your cheeks are heating, your chest tight, butterflies spawning in your stomach. Jamie just said he loves you. Jamie just said he’s in love with you.

“You don’t have to say anything, but I’d really like it if we could stay friends,” he says after a long silence, wringing his hands, “Please tell me we can stay friends.” The fact that Jamie is the one who’s so nervous about this is wild. The fact that he could think that you would ever, in a million years, reject him, is ridiculous.

“I don’t want to stay friends,” you finally manage to get words out. You should have picked better words. The crestfallen look that overtakes Jamie’s face is heartbreaking, and he’s already stammering for something to say. You emerge from your cocoon, leaning forward to take his hands in your own.

“I don’t want to stay friends,” you repeat, adding, “Because I’m in love with you too.” The 180 that his face does is so incredibly endearing that you’re overcome with affection for him. His smile is wide and toothy, his eyes bright.

“I’d rather us date, instead,” you say, aiming for smug but missing the mark by a mile with the way elation is filling your voice. Jamie laughs once, joyous and disbelieving. He squeezes your hands hard, shaking them a little. It’s good that you get to have this moment, because your heart is about to burst and kill you. You’re going to keel over from happiness.

“We should do that,” Jamie agrees, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip quickly, “Can I kiss you now?” And how could you say no to that?

“You should do that,” you reply.

#jamie oleksiak imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #andis coping mechanism

[barznasty]

MATHEW BARZAL

@barzzal

between halls and thin walls (series)

@holy-pucks

breed

@hockeylvr59

bruises (2)

@hookingminor

calling all my lovelies

@hockeywhy

caught in the middle (series)

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

dive mon petit sex (with my ex)

@keepy-uppy

girl next door

@plasticfilth

hurts so good

@devil-in-those-eyes

reasons

MATTHEW TKACHUK

@davidpastrsnack

back for more

@troubatrain

bad behavior

@letstalkabouthockey

consequences (series)

@barfzal

dreamin’ slow

@linasobsessions

our journey

@twinklelilstarkey

relieved

@baevillier

serve and protect

@thebluenoteblog

temperamental

SIDNEY CROSBY

@barzzal

call me crosby (series) take me as i am

@oleksiaksjamie

forever and almost always

@nhl-imagines-posts

nhl ex-boyfriends

@holy-pucks

on display

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

@matbarzyy

bliss i’m yours

JAMIE OLEKSIAK

@twinklelilstarkey

flirting warmth

TYLER SEGUIN

@thebluenoteblog

just trust me

NOLAN PATRICK

@butgilinsky

i’ve been looking for you

#fic rec #nhl imagine #fic recs

[typical-simplelove]

can i also request prompt list 42 with jamie oleksiak?

42. "I remember when we first met..." with Jamie Oleksiak (this one's a bit painful)

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

With a shaky breath, you begin to leaf through the photo album sitting on the table. It was sitting amongst other photo albums and picture frames, on top of a white table cloth. A gold sign in fancy script sits in the middle. It says "Becoming the Oleksiaks."

Your eyes fill with tears as you see all the photos of Jamie from his childhood to now. It's all there from his kindergarten graduation to his first day of high school to his first NHL game. Every moment of his life is captured in this photo album.

Next, you go to the other album dedicated to Jamie's life. As you flip through each page, your heartbeat quickens as you remember many of the memories. Growing up with Jamie, you were there for every step of his first twenty-three years.

Your hand stops flipping through the pages when it lands on the photo of your senior prom, Jamie as your date. You still remember that corsage he pinned onto your dress that his mother eventually had to help pin. You remember how Jamie called you every night for two weeks to discuss the color and make of your dress. You refused to tell him anything, but you finally relented when Jamie told you he need to at least know to color in order to have a matching tie.

"I remember that night," Jamie says from behind you, his deep voice sending vibrations down your spine.

"It was a fun night," you reply, keeping your voice low.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jamie asks. You're looking into his eyes and wondering if he knows just how much your heart is breaking right now.

No, I want nothing to do with this, you think to yourself, but you can't. This was the day before the happiest day of Jamie's life, so you couldn't ruin it for him. "Yeah, it's a lovely party."

He nods. "How was your trip out here?"

So, it was going to be small talk. You try to hide how much your heart hurt listening to him ask you that. Before everything happened, you and Jamie were thick as thieves. You told each other everything. Now, though, that connection was in shambles, and you and Jamie could barely muster any small talk.

"Don't," you say. "You don't have to pretend that you want me here. We both know that your mother invited me and basically forced me to be here. Let's just pretend I'm not here." With that, you turn back to the photo album. You flip to a photo of you and Jamie at age five eating popsicles.

"I remember when we first met," Jamie murmurs, taking a few steps closer to you. How could he possibly remember? The two of you were babies. "Well, at least the first memory I have of you. I think it was the first time I realized I loved you, too. It was at the kiddie pool you had growing up. We spent hours there, and that's when I fell in love with you. Well, as much that a four-year-old can. I don't think I ever stopped lo—"

"Stop," you interrupt, knowing exactly where this was going. "For the sake of your fiance, don't tell another person that you love them the night before you get married."

"Don't do this, please," Jamie says. "If you say the word, I'll call this all off, and we can—"

"Jamie, you broke up with me, so you don't get to do this to me."

"I was an idiot! Please, it's always been you. I've only ever lo—"

"I'm leaving," you interrupt. "Congrats on the marriage, if you decide to go through with it."

At that, you walk away knowing that you love Jamie as much as he loves you.

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[senditcolton]

catch me throwing on my jammies and digging out the cookie dough to put face masks on w/ u at our slumbie 👯‍♀️

a few questions (so sry if they’ve been asked I haven’t checked all of your responses yet):

• what is one fic you’ve always wanted to write but haven’t?

• what is your top 3 comfort movies?

• do you come up with the OC first or the plot first?

• at what point do you pick a title for your fics?

- @comphy-and-cozy

(not me about to get my chocolate milkshake from the fridge and thinking about putting on a facemask as well @comphy-and-cozy)

and you are in the clear with the asks! new questions!! once again, popping them below a read more.

I have so many ideas that I have classified as not yet, because i am very stubborn so I'm like, "I will write this even if I have to walk across the ocean to do it". The one that I am so excited about but I know will be a complete labor of love that I will have to almost drop everything for is Sacred in Salt, my pirate/selkie au with Jamie Oleksiak. But it is so far out of the norm in character and worldbuilding details and the topics I want to add into it, I want to give a lot of care towards writing so I know it's going to take me a while. Hence, why I haven't really gotten started on it besides brainstorming.

Going off the Urban Dictionary definition of a comfort movie which is "a movie that makes you feel less like shit and evokes many positive feelings" because my movie taste varies wildly. 1. Little Women (2019) 2. Grand Budapest Hotel 3. Heathers (both the movie and the pro-shot musical)

Plot first, 100%. I would say most of my OC ideas start off as reader-insert and I soon realize that there is so much more I want to put into the story that requires me to go deeper into characters and their motivations and that's easier to do with an original character. Also, sometimes I want to get into the players head and that's also easier to do in OC fics than reader-insert.

Well, most of my fics are song-based so most of my fic titles are lyrics so it usually happens right when I write the idea down 😅. But for those that aren't song based, the title usually comes to me at some point in the brainstorming process. Since I talked about it, I'll use "Sacred in Salt" as an example. That title came from a quote that I think encapsulates the theme of the story: "There must be something sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the ocean." - Khalil Gibran

#sleepover night #i am going to put my facemask on right now mark my words

[texanstarslove]

'we're not supposed to be doing this' kiss with oleksiak?I know you wrote a bunch for him lately but I'm soft for him 🥺

Never too busy to write for my favorite gentle giant. I will always love writing for him. 💚 This got a little longer than I had intended, though. Sorry not sorry. 😉

15. ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ kiss

You had never expected to land the job of handling PR for the team you grew up cheering for. You had worked your ass off, slowly climbing that proverbial ladder until you finally reached the top. 

You had developed many friendships with both staff members and player, it was just part of the job. However it was drilled into your head that it was a big no-no to form romantic relationships with any of the player, pretty standard business practice throughout the league and you had no problem with it.

Until you started developing feelings for Jamie.

You knew why it happened. 

You were always hanging out with the guys. Partly due to your job but mostly because they, for the most part, they were your friends and it was always a good time. They’d drag you along to post game parties and get togethers, any event the guys had to attend you were there. 

Jamie was always by your side. Your friendship with him developed quickly and easily. You two hit it off instantly and you were always together, at work and outside of work. He was your confidant of sorts, always down to listen to you vent about anything or just hang out with a couple beers and crappy cable television. It was really no surprise to you when stronger feelings came creeping in. You never acted on those feelings not only because you didn’t want to ruin a wonderful friendship, you didn’t want to risk your job.

So when a black and white gala came up on the schedule, you tried to push those feelings aside by bringing a date. It was very casual, just one of the guys in the office, Chad. You felt great in the dress you decided on, perfect for the event and subdued enough for a work function. The night was going great, you mingled with execs in the organization, chatted with some of the guys from the team, and carried on a decent conversation with Chad. Noticing your champagne dwindling in the glass, you excused yourself from your date, heading to the bar for a refill. You leaned forward onto the bar, waiting for your drink when you heard a low whistle beside you.

“Damn, (Y/N),” You turned to see Jamie standing not too far from you, “You look great tonight.”

He looked amazing, too. His suit tailored perfectly to his big body. It made you feel all sorts of crazy feelings. You smiled, gently bumping your hip into his as he came to stand closer to you. “What, this old thing?” 

He chuckled, handing you the new glass of champagne the bartender set down for you. You raise you glass to him, a silent thank you before taking a swig. “So didn’t you come with Chad?”

“Yeah I did,” You nod, “Why do you ask?”

He nods his head toward the main area where everyone is mingling. You turn and spot Chad chatting up another woman, leaning into her and whispering in her ear. The woman is giggling and blushing at whatever he is saying to her.

“Ah,” You sigh, taking another (bigger) drink of your champagne, “Well, that’s awfully nice of him.”

“You okay?” Jamie asks, concern lacing his voice, “I can kick his ass right now. Just say the word.”

“That will not be necessary.” You laugh, turning back to face the bar again, “I don’t need you causing a PR nightmare for me.”

“Fair enough,” He says, turning to face the bar as well, scooting closer to you.

“Besides,” You continue, swirling your glass, “It wasn’t anything serious. Just a casual date, if you could even call it that. No hard feelings.”

“If you say so.” He takes a drink from the beer in his hand. The two of you are silent for a moment before he sets his drink down suddenly, taking your hand into his. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Right now?” You ask, standing up a little straighter, “We can’t just leave in the middle of the gala.”

“Oh, come on (Y/N),” He says, tugging at you a little more, “No one will even notice. Please?”

You giggle at his insistence, nodding your head before letting him lead you out of the main room where the event is, down a hall and up a couple flights of stairs. “Jamie, I’m wearing heels!” You whine, “Where the hell are we going?”

“Right here,” He says, opening a door the says Roof Access, leading you out to the most breathtaking view of the Dallas skyline. Even though you’ve lived here all your life, you’d never seen it quite like the way you were seeing it now.

“Wow,” you breathed, stepping closer to the balcony, leaning over slightly, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of staring at this.

“Yeah,” you heard Jamie say softly before he came to stand next to you. “Me neither.”

You looked over to see his eyes not staring in awe of the skyline, but gazing over you. There was something different in the way he was looking at you and it changed the moment entirely. You couldn’t stop the seemingly magnetic pull on your body as you moved closer to him, your hands pressing to his chest, never breaking eye contact. His hands came up to cup your face, leaning his forehead onto yours before whispering your name, almost in desperation. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know,” you whispered back.

You let out a shaky breath before his lips were pressed softly to yours, that breath turning into a soft, needy whine. One of his hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you closer while your hands softly gripped at his suit coat. The kiss intensified, still gentle but growing more passionate as his tongue tangled with yours. After what seemed like hours, you broke apart both of you left breathing just a little heavier than before.

“We should get back,” Jamie murmured, gently brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Maybe just one more of those before we go?”

He chuckled, kissing your lips softly one more time.

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[heartmix]

Some Sleep-Jamie Oleksiak

Pairing: Jamie Oleksiak x fem!reader

Word Count: 900+

Warning: unhealthy habits, mention of injury, fluff

A/N: I don't really like this one but I wanna get this out of my drafts. I wrote this while he was still in Dallas :(

Masterlist / Hockey Masterlist

You were never a selfish type of person. You'd always make sure others around you were doing great before you even thought of yourself, even then sometimes you forgot that you were responsible for taking care of yourself. In the case of your boyfriend getting hurt, that's selflessness was heightened.

After Jamie dislocated his shoulder in a game against Nashville your mother mode was immediately activated. The first few days you were the worst, treating him like a fragile baby every second, doubt it seemed a bit overbearing but Jamie slightly enjoyed it.

One of the things that he found highly unnecessary was your sleeping pattern. Since Jamie got hurt you would wait till he fell asleep before you even thought about getting sleep. It's been like this for 2 weeks already and no matter how many times Jamie said he would be okay if you went to sleep before him you wouldn't budge. Your body won't allow you to do that and it has become a regular routine now. 

"You're ridiculous," Jamie said as he got ready to go to bed while you sat with a laptop on your lap preparing to binge a show for a few hours. 

"That's your title babe, not mines." You spoke not even looking in his direction knowing he was rolling his eyes. 

"Seriously, fall asleep with me, I wanna cuddle." He whined making you look over at the 6 foot 7 hockey player, it was interesting how he can go from 'big rig' to a big teddy bear. 

"You can do a lot of cuddling with that shoulder huh." You teased knowing he can't cuddle the way he wants to.

"You suck." He pouted laying his head aggressively against the pillow like a child. 

"Yes, you know I'm a pro at that." You said laughing before continuing to look at your watchlist for tonight. 

A few days after that incident life became busy, you were working more and Jamie was working even harder with rehab since the doctor said he could be back training next week if he kept his progress up. With working more, it meant that you became more tired causing you to sleep earlier. You would sneak a few naps here and there when he was at rehab, but you were still in mother mode over Jamie's injury even though he was out of the sling and it was getting better. Practically back to normal.

"Yeah, she probably is waiting up for me," Jamie spoke on the phone to his mother who called to check up on the pair.

"She is so good, I'm so glad you're with her, but she needs to take care of herself also." Mama Oleksiak said to her son who couldn't agree more. 

"Oh I tried, believe me. I will not try and argue about it again." He said chuckling at the memory of when he tried to argue with her the first time, let's just say he couldn't get a word in.

"Oh yes, you will not win an argument with her." His mother chuckled with him also. 

"It is im-" He went on as he began to walk through the living room but stopped when he saw her sleeping with her work spread out through the table.

"Is everything okay?" His mother asked concerned at the sudden silence.

"She's sleeping." Jamie whispered.

"Really?!" His mother said in shock. 

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow mom, I don't want to wake her up, I love you." Jamie said before saying goodbye to his mother.

He couldn't remember the last time she fell asleep this early and before him. It was unlike her to do that. She knows his rehab time and if she took a nap she was up before he got home, he knew that she would do that even if she tried to hide it. Quietly placing his stuff down he made his way over to her making sure not to make any noise. Cleaning up her area he was surprised that she didn't wake up from the noise, she was a light sleeper when she got into 'mother mode'. 

Looking down at her he couldn't believe that he got so lucky, how did he get this lucky. Noticing she was moving in her sleep was an indication she was going to wake up soon making him move from his spot so he didn't look like a creep although this wasn't the first time he watched her sleep if he was being honest.

"My god." He heard her mumble making him chuckle.

"Holy shit, baby! I'm sorry I thought I'd be up by the time you got home." She said getting up a little too fast which made her dizzy.

"Slow down there, I don't know why you're apologizing. You took a nap because you're tired, people do that." He said sitting down and pulling her into his side as she immediately relaxed knowing it was his good shoulder. 

"I know but I'm usually up before you get home, I don't know how I overslept." 

"Look at me. You need to take care of yourself also. I may be the one with an injury but taking care of your health is just as important. I don't want to hear any arguments about it because you know it's true. I promise I'm okay, I got news today that I can start doing my regular workouts. I'm all good." 

"You are so lucky I'm too tired to fight." She mumbled making him laugh as he placed a kiss on top of her head. 

"So is there a way I can fall asleep cuddling you?" He asked making her chuckle at his 100th attempt the past week alone. 

"You really are getting me in a vulnerable state. Smart man." She groggily said making the hockey player laugh while pulling her to their shared bedroom. 

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[oleksiak-pettersson]

i think we need a “rating things my bf has said in bed” with jamie oleksiak

"Is daddy's cock too big for you, slut?"

12000/10

- it's not

He’s got you on your back, huge body pinning yours to the bed. His lips attack your neck feverishly, as your hands find their way to his hair.

Jamie had just returned from a three-game road trip and felt the need to reward you properly for obeying his rules while he was gone. It had been hard (pun intended) to not touch yourself but it was always worth it to be rewarded.

"Look at you pretty slut," He croons out as he pulls away from you.

He's left you solely in the lingerie you put on especially and the way he's smiling down at you has you melting. His hands grip your hips and he pushes his way down your body.

His bright eyes watch you inhale deeply, he smirks before pressing his nose against your panties. He can taste the wetness through the thin cotton. He takes a deep breath, swearing to himself that he could live off the scent.

"Jamie, please." You whine out, resisting the urge to wrap your legs around his head and hold him hostage against your pussy.

"That's not my name," he corrects, fingers dancing along the top of your undergarments, playing with the urge to peel them off.

"Daddy, please." Your hands find their way to the sheets, gripping them firmly as Jamie frees your lower half from the clothing.

Your underwear is tossed somewhere in the room behind Jamie, and he dives into your pussy like a starved man. His tongue flicks against your clit and the pleasure is blissful.

A long, thick finger is added into the mix as Jamie preps you for what's to come.

"I think you're ready," Jamie growls as he pulls away, making haste of removing his pants and boxers.

He pumps himself in his hand a couple of times before getting back on the bed. He crawls to you on his knees, the smirk on Jamie's face makes you shiver.

He places one hand by your head as he uses the other to navigate his length at your entrance. The tip teases your hole and you want nothing more than to push your hips down to accommodate it, but you know better based on the punishment you received last time.

Jamie thrusts harshly, hitting home immediately. You cry out, Jamie is large in a way no other man you've been with has been. He hits spots you couldn't have dreamed of hitting. The sudden pressure makes your eyes water. A tear drips down your cheek.

"Is daddy's cock too big for you, slut?" Jamie's tone is condescending but in a sexy way.

You nod in response, having the words fucked out of you already.

“Eye-contact”

500/10

-daddy growled it out

-makes me feel so good

When Jamie had suggested a romantic getaway to the cheesy hotel that had shown up on your TikTok For You Page, you had jumped at the opportunity to have your man to yourself for a weekend.

The room was gorgeous, the best part: the heart-shaped tub surrounded by mirrors. Upon seeing the red porcelain, Jamie had simply raised his eyebrow suggestively, leading to your current situation.

Jamie barely fits in the tub, his knees are bent and give you a bit of aid in your bouncing. He looks like some sort of God, the way his arms are splayed out on the edge of the tub. His eyes watch your bouncing, before flicking to the mirror behind you and watching his cock leaving your pussy and reentering as you move.

You're using his shoulders as your balance, trying your hardest to keep a steady pace, it's difficult though. The angle at which his knees are bent gives his cock the perfect angle inside you. Your head falls back, eyes screwing shut out of pleasure.

Jamie moves his upper body closer to you, large hands covering your breasts completely. His mouth finds its way to your chest, tongue tracing the collarbones that poke out. His eyes flicker up to watch yours.

Your eyes are trained behind him at the mirror that shows his brutal attack on your skin.

A smack lands against your breast and you cry out.

"Eye-contact," he growls, hips thrusting up to meet your movement to emphasize his point.

"Yes, daddy," you mewl, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain tub. You use the strength of your arms to lift yourself off of him. Your eyes meet his, there's little blue left as the lust has completely taken over.

He grips your hips with one hand and pulls your upper half against his before standing up.

You squeak at the movement, burying your head into Jamie's chest.

"Jay, what are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed to fuck you properly, pretty girl."

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[wyattjohnston]

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Buffalo Sabres

Tyson Jost

- A Christmas 3+1 by @2manytabsopen for @ bqstqnbruin

- cooler by @jostystyles for @ butgilinsky

- it's always the boy next door by @ya-pucking-nerd for @ ilyasorokin

- Slowly, Then All at Once by @color-offside-the-lines for @ jostystyles

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

- All I've Tried to Hide by @laurenairay for @ hoesforthecanes

- The Myster of Love by @comphy-and-cozy for @ idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

- i love you, grumpy by @nylwnder for @ gravestrain

- tell me you want it a thousand miles away from the day that we started by @fallinallincurls for @ hockeylvr59

- Unexpected Love by @buttercupjosh for @ wildrangers

JT Compher

- this song is about you by @torontoflames for @ comphy-and-cozy

Nathan Mackinnon

- I Got You by @hockeylvr59 for @ raysofcrosby

- The Problem with Maddie by @luvsherleafs for @ fallinallincurls

- you always did feel just like home by @wyattjohnston for @ blueskrugs

Minnesota Wild

Kirill Kaprizov

- Christmas With You by @raysofcrosby for @ callsign-denmark

Montreal Canadiens

Josh Anderson

- promise this won’t change a thing by @matthewtkachuk for @ luvsherleafs

Juraj Slavkovksy

- second times the charm by @ilyasorokinn for @ lam-ila

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

- sweet nothing by @gravestrain for @ quinnshuggy

Nico Hischier

- be my fire in the cold by @tinyhockey for @ lifeofpriya

New York Islanders

Anders Lee

- Welcome Home by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 for @ barzysunflower

Anthony Beauvillier

- holiday cards by @fear-of-flyers for @ buttercupjosh

- It Was Real For Me by @lam-ila for @ sorryjustafangirl

- tell me that you'll open your eyes by @liquidflyer for @ 2manytabsopen

Mat Barzal

- comin' home to you by @quinnshuggy for @ color-offside-the-lines

- Last Christmas by @bitchinbarzal for @ liquidflyer

- New Year's Surprise by @barzysunflower for @ bitchingbarzal

- Sparks Fly by @hoesforthecanes for @ tinyhockey

Seattle Kraken

Andre Burakovsky

- They Shoot Websters, Don't They? by @bqstqnbruin for @ laurenairay

Jamie Oleksiak

- i won't say (i'm in love) by @barkbarkbeauvillier for @ jxmieoleksiaks

- seizing the moment by @butgilinsky for @ typical-simplelove

- the untitled date day by @jxmieoleksiaks for @ barkbarkbeauvillier

- Untitled by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten by @ tippedbykreider

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Colton Parayko

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Mitch Marner

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Morgan Rielly

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William Nylander

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Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser

- fools rush in by @pcttymcrlecu for @ torontoflames

Elias Pettersson

- here comes your man by @thomasschabot for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

- Home by @wildrangers for @ thomasschabot

- Nervous by @typical-simplelove for @ ya-pucking-nerd

Quinn Hughes

- More than a Memory by @blueskrugs for @ matthewtkachuk

- What the Heart Wants by @lifeofpriya for @ pcttymarleau

Washington Capitals

TJ Oshie

- What We Had by @callsign-denmark for @ cellythefloshie

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry

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[harlowhockeystick]

“I can’t wait for tonight” w jamie oleksiak if you write for him, idk if you do. If not then you can pick someone else!

this is dedicated to @bardownbitch ily <3 thank u for giving us the masterpiece that is, dbf jamie

contains: tons of dirty talk (18+ MINORS DNI), cuss words, fem reader, um, degrading kink,

this gif holy fuck

jamie could not wait any longer. the more he had to sit in the most uncomfortable chair in all of seattle, the harder he got, and the tighter his pants became. he hated going to these events; yes, they serve a good purpose and are for a good cause, but he didn't get why he had to show up. he didn't understand why he still couldn't just make a generous donation from his couch, and not this dimly lit ballroom while he watches his teammates, whom of which you are out of their league, flirt with you.

speaking of, he had to contain himself when he heard grubauer ask you dance. how dare he ask you, a taken woman, to dance. and jamie nearly flipped his lid when you said yes to the dance. so now, here he is, sitting in the hardest chair in seattle, watching you dance with another man. he made the mental note to himself to shoot a little harder at him tomorrow morning.

she doesn't even like this song, he thinks to himself as he watches you sway back and forth, laughing, grubauer's hands traveling a little too far south for his liking. that's when he stood up, taking matters into his own hands. striding across the dance floor, making people get out of the way for him instead of the opposite.

"mind if i step in?" as if he would say no. phillip gave you a smile and backed up, walking over to some other teammates to receive their betting money. they didn't think he would have the balls to do it, ask you, jamie's girl, to dance.

"what do you think you're doing?" he asked, pulling you flush against his chest, one large hand spread out on the small of your back as his other hand yours. you giggled, he always got so protective over you underneath the tiniest of circumstances. he had a strict rule, nobody touches or gets to his girl, and nobody tries to take her from him. sometimes you laughed at him and how protective he got, but sometimes you were thankful for it.

"oh come on, jame, i was just dancing. i really wanted to, plus i know that one: you're not a very good dancer and two: you don't even like to dance. it was innocent, nothing more." he hums, parting away to twirl you when the beat called for it, and pulling you back. this time, you could feel the arousal in his pants, and it made you blush.

"innocent, because that's what you are, huh?" he started. your eyes going wide for a second before he kept going. "sweet, innocent, little thing. you weren't so innocent a few nights ago, were you?" your cheeks go red at his words. the night plays back in your head, your mind replaying the filthy time you had with him.

"you remember, right? of course you do, you're still a little hoarse from taking my cock down your throat and screaming for me not to stop." he finds a way to pull you closer to his body, both of his hands on your back while your arms are looped around his neck.

your legs are beginning to feel like jello, much like they did a couple days ago. suddenly you regret wearing such tall heels, and wearing a dress that you know jamie can rip apart in just a few seconds flat. you feel hot, feel like the dress you have on is made of the thickest wool possible. all because of just a few sentences spewed from jamie's mouth.

"i bet you're so wet right now, honey. i'd love to feel you right now, but i'd also like to keep my job." you tense up, straighten your posture and avoid eye contact with him as you try to make it through this song so that he can take you home and follow through his words. "oh, you'd like that pretty girl, wouldn't you? bending you over in front of all these people, showing my team the only thing they dream about. they all wish they could have you, but you're mine."

a few more lyrics in and you feel like you're going to pass out. the more he says, you could probably have an orgasm right there where you're standing. "i can't wait for tonight, god, can't wait to be buried inside you all night. filling you up, not letting a drop spill out of you. can't wait to have your pretty thighs wrapped around my head first, though."

as soon as he finished his words the song had ended, and he couldn't drag you off of the dance floor faster. walking back to your table he helped you put your coat on, handing you your purse as you waited impatiently. "gone so soon?" tanev asked, approaching you both with a warm smile.

"yeah, you and i both know these things can get a little boring. plus, Y/N said she's not feeling well." jamie quickly responded, knowing that you were too light headed from being edged by his words for the past ten minutes on the dance floor to speak.

valet brought your car over and it didn't take long for Jamie to drive across town to your shared apartment, where he proceeded to take you apart in every way he knew how, certainly following through with his words.

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[laurenairay]

Can I get a blurb for Jamie Oleksiak?

Thank you so much for requesting a blurb for Big Rig! I loved writing about him as a newlywed, so I hope you enjoy this sappiness too.

*

Jamie had never thought that any day could beat being drafted into the NHL. The sheer joy and happiness and floating feeling that came with accomplishment – nothing could beat that. And then he married you.

The love of his life, even more so than hockey. The woman who holds his heart, body, and soul. The person he wants to spend the rest of his life with – and now he gets to do exactly that. The wedding itself had been a dream – seeing you in your dress, looking so beautiful as you walked towards him down the aisle was a particular high – but the reality of the aftermath? So much better than he could’ve imagined.

The honeymoon alone had been incredible. He always thought people were exaggerating when they called it ‘newly wedded bliss’, but how wrong he’d been. The two weeks that the two of you had spent wrapped up in each other’s arms in a remote beach resort? Spectacular. He felt like he drifted through it in a haze, all his thoughts on you; pleasing you, making you laugh, spending all day together just the two of you, waking up with you in his arms, and everything else. It had been bliss, sheer and utter tranquillity and perfection, and he knew he’d never forget a moment of it.

Call him a sap, call him whipped, call him obsessed - he didn’t care.

Getting to come home after a long road trip to have you waiting for him? Outstanding. Getting to fall asleep in your arms knowing that you’ll always be there in the morning? Amazing. Getting to start those little family traditions of your own? Mindblowing. Getting to see his ring on your finger in passing all the time? Incredible.

Getting to call you his wife? The best thing in the world.

It was more than he could ever have dreamed of, in his wildest fantasies. And he got to do it for the rest of his life now. You were everything he could’ve asked for in life, and all he was ever going to want, and it filled him with the most overwhelming joy to know that in his heart.

“There you are.”

Jamie turned around at the sound of your voice, unable to stop the smile that spread across his lips. “Hey.”

You smiled back at him, laughing softly at the dreamy look in his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” you mused, raising an eyebrow.

“How happy I am,” he shrugged, “how perfect everything is, now that I’m married to you.”

Because he was so incandescently happy, and it was all because of you.

“You, Mr Oleksiak, are a sap,” you laughed, rolling your eyes fondly as heat dusted across your cheeks.

“And you, Mrs Oleksiak, love that about me,” he said, smiling.

Who were you to deny it?

#my writing #1.3k celebration #jamie oleksiak blurb #jamie oleksiak imagine

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hi friend!! your luck of the luck exchange writer here! hope this message finds you well

a few quick questions for you as i start my brainstorming (i did take a peek at the asks from your other fic exchange writer as well! ik im asking some of the same questions but wanna know if some of those answers have changed!)

1. out of your list of players, is there anyone you’re super vibing with at the moment? who are your top 3-5?

2. any preference for oc or reader insert??

3. pronoun preferences?

4. anything for sure you’d like to see? anything for sure you would Not like to see?

5. any songs you’ve been dying to see incorporated in a piece?

this should be good to start us off! hope you’re having a lovely morning / afternoon / night 💚

Hello there!! Lovely to meet you :)

1. I totally forgot to save my player list, so I don’t remember who I put down, I’m sorry! Though I’m always super vibing with any devs player (especially Nico and Jack), Cale Makar, and Jamie Oleksiak. I haven’t done anything with Sidney Crosby lately, but he was my original favorite, so he’s also a great option! If you’re between a few guys, you can always tell me which ones and I can pick one or rank them!

2. I definitely prefer reader insert, but I’ll dabble in OC from time to time, so if you’re more comfortable with OC that’s okay too! But my go-to is reader insert.

3. Any pronouns/gender ID is fine with me! I’m he/they and I’d love to see more masc readers/OCs, so if you’re okay with that it would be wonderful! But I’m not 100% opposed to she/her or fem readers/OCs

4. I for sure need a happy ending honestly. That’s really my one thing I’m 100% on. Even if it’s just a line or two at the end, or a hopeful ending, I need a little happy at the end. Other than that, I don’t have anything particular in mind right now? As for things I don’t want to see, it’s really just anything with pregnancy or children, or cheating. Just not my thing :/

5. Oh man, my favorite band is Sleep Token and I’d love to see something inspired by or incorporating one of their songs! They have so many that would be amazing for fic. Off the top of my head: Drag Me Under, The Love You Want, Fall for Me, Say That You Will

Also this sequence from my liked songs is kind of iconic

Thank you for the questions!! I’m really excited to see what you create 💚

#Andi in real time