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secretlittlerandezvous · 2 months

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The Split - Jamie Oleksiak

Summary: Jamie and Y/n face the end of their relationship with heartache and resignation. Despite their deep love, they accept the inevitable end.

Words: 1531

Note: Angst.It wasn't requested but for a while now I felt like writing this. Also let me know if you'd be interested in a second part. Thank you 💕

Jamie and Y/n found themselves in an uncomfortable situation. The once lively apartment was now deadly silent, a huge contrast to the laughter, tender words of love and passionate whimpers they had been used to. Y/n who usually exuded a big sense of confidence suddenly appeared smaller in frame which perfectly reflected the weight of the situation they were facing. In that moment, although physically present, Jamie felt undeniable emotional distance between them. He observed Y/n’s face, once so radiant and full of color was now drained and pale. It made Jamie feel guilty and defeated. Her legs visibly trembled and she was questioning her ability to remain standing. The heaviness in her chest made each breath a struggle. Jamie’s gaze lingered on her face, and he thought of all the moments where he started his mornings by tracing the contours of her face as she slept. He thought of the times his lips gently brushed against hers. Yet all he was seeing now was a face that felt oddly unfamiliar as if their shared past had slipped away just over night. Each delicate detail he knew like the back of his hand became distant, so distant that he no longer could find them, leaving him lost.

"I don’t see any other option," she said with a heavy heart. "I can't force you to join me, and I can't stay here. At this point, it feels like there's no going back." Jamie remained silent, her words resounding in his mind as he struggled to comprehend the situation. How had they reached this point? What had led them here? "I'm trying to find it in me to forgive you, but I'm not sure how, and ironically, I'm not even sure if forgiveness is needed. I'm angry, but I also understand you completely."

He let out a defeated sigh and wondered if there was something that could be negotiated even though he knew the answer to that already. "You're set on leaving, whether I'm with you or not. I think that’s enough of a reason for me not to try anymore.” He replied with resignation.

In that moment, the undeniable truth hung in the air, big and scary. This was the end. There was no way they could save what was already lost. There was no more confusion, no more denial.

As Y/n entered his apartment that night, he immediately realized that she wasn't there to mend it. He had anticipated this and believed he was prepared to hear her out and move forward. But it wasn't as simple as he had expected. The sight of her, dressed in a beautiful white silk dress, with her messy hair and sadness in her eyes – she looked tragically beautiful.

Was it a cruel twist of fate to see her in that white dress on the night they were saying goodbye? He had imagined her countless times in that same gown, raising her hand to reach for him as they stood together at the altar. And there she stood before him now in all her beauty slowly raising her left hand to meet her right. With a quick motion, she slid the ring from her finger and handed it over to him. Memories of their love story flickered through his mind as he placed the ring back in her palm, closing her hand around it.

"I can't keep this, Jamie," she whispered sadly. "It doesn't feel right when I'm the one breaking the promise." Jamie tightened his grip around her hand, a silent gesture telling her to reconsider.

The ring was more than just a promise of marriage; it was a symbol of his love for her and the connection they shared. Their relationship was not going to end in a walk down the aisle or a shared lifetime, but his feelings were more than just a formality. As she hesitated, torn between keeping the gesture of his love or releasing it as a sad goodbye, she couldn't help but feel the weight of their mixed emotions and unfulfilled destiny.

In their special bond, they felt like they could take over the world together. Their love was so deep and unique, only they truly understood it. Even though they knew they couldn't change things, they both wondered if there was a way to find common ground. The pain in their heart grew, each moment feeling like a painful stab with a knife.

With a subtle nod, she mustered the strength to pull herself away from him, her fingers tightly wrapped around the ring, symbolizing her reluctant acceptance of the decision to keep it. Reflecting on her options, she acknowledged the ease with which she could eliminate all traces of their relationship by removing their pictures, blocking his number, and getting rid of the gifts he gave her. Yet, despite all these possibilities, that ring remained as a constant reminder of her most profound failure. A bittersweet memento of their lost future.

"I never wanted to—" she began, tears welling up in her eyes, but Jamie quickly interrupted.

"I know," he nodded sympathetically. "God, I've tried so hard not to."

"I know," she echoed his sentiment, a shared understanding passing between them in that moment.

Even in their final moments, amidst the finality of their relationship, they still shared a depth of understanding that remained even as everything crumbled. The love, the happiness, and the comfort they had always found in each other's presence—it all lingered in the air like a reminder of what could have been. Yet, in the harsh reality of their present circumstance, it all seemed tragically useless, nothing more than a bittersweet memory of a time when their love had been enough. Their shared understanding now served as the only last source of comfort, a silent acknowledgment that neither ever wanted to hurt the other. And as they faced the inevitability of their parting, they found solace in the idea that perhaps it wasn't a lack of love that led them to this moment, but rather, a cruel fate that in the end, they weren't supposed to end up together.

With each passing moment Y/n’s strength weakened and she knew she had to make a move before it was too late. She looked at Jamie and gave him a faint smile trying to convey a sense of reassurance that no matter the pain they were both going to be okay. Her gaze then swept across the apartment. She pushed all sentiment aside and prepared herself to leave for the final time. Without uttering another word, she made her way to the door. She knew she had to appear strong, not just for herself but for Jamie as well knowing that only by standing tall they could find a way out of the mess. And so, with determination, Y/n took a deep breath and crossed the threshold. With that she found herself on the other side.

When Jamie heard the door close behind her, his whole body tensed. He watched her leave from the window. She moved slowly, her white dress swaying gently with each step, emphasizing her figure. Jamie wished she would turn around, maybe look back at him one last time, creating a memory to hold onto. But she continued her path without a glance back, her departure leaving ache in Jamie's chest as he stood by the window, feeling a mix of longing and sadness and unbearable loneliness.

Once she disappeared from his sight, the reality of their breakup hit him hard. He was fighting with a heartache so intense that it felt like it could instantly put an end to his life. Her perfume still lingered around him like a ghostly presence, a stark reminder of her absence. Every fiber of his being yearned to chase after her and change his decision but he knew it was too late. He was consumed by doubt, but he later accepted that she had to go, and he had to stay. And that’s how it was supposed to be. He was alone.

It was a struggle for her not to turn around and steal a glance at him, a ritual she had to see if he was eagerly awaiting her arrival whenever she visited. She knew that if she had looked back, it would shatter her completely with no chance of recovery. So, she continued walking, taking her time. Partly because she lacked the strength to hurry, partly to savor that final stroll, and partly aware of his gaze and the difficulty that awaited once she was out of his sight. As soon as she was out of view, she sank against the wall of a nearby apartment building, her emotions finding escape in tears that seemed endless.

After she had let out the last of her sobs, she took a moment to collect herself, summoning all the strength and courage she possessed to stand up. With a deep breath, she steadied herself, straightened her posture, and composed her demeanor, determined to mask the turmoil that had just happened. With a heavy heart hidden behind the facade, she quietly departed as if the emotional storm had left no trace upon her.

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starshine-hockey-girl · 1 year

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

Top Five fics

Crosby Crew- Sidney Crosby Dad fic- I am particularly proud of chapter two

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/661790024969420801/crosby-crew

See You Again- Tyler/OC Addison

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/681971102590877696/summary-when-addy-meets-tyler-through-mutual

Never Ever Have I- Sidney Crosby/OC Evie

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/658986447888695296/never-ever-have-I

Magical Mystery Ride- the original one- Tyler Seguin/OC (Teddy)

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/653360134099288064/trouble-with-a-capital-t-magical-mystery And the AU to it- Jamie Oleksiak/Teddy

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/658814587986116608/chapter-one-journey-to-the-emerald-city

See You Again- Jamie Oleksiak/reader insert

https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/674747797495529472/hello-sunshine-winter-fic-exchange

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selfindulgentpoorlywritten · 1 year

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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

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bqstqnbruin · 1 year

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Seattle Kraken

Main Masterlist

If the links don’t work, please let me know!

Andre Burakovsky

Blurbs:

I think I’m in love with you

You’re washing the dishes but Andre is handsy

You’re in charge of the cupcakes for your friends wedding shower when Andre drops the M word

Your sink is busted so Andre comes to fix it

You’re out on a date when you fall for someone else

Fics

They shoot Webster’s, don’t they?

Vince Dunn

NOTE: I do not write for this player any more but haven't had the motivation to rewrite all of these.

Fics:

8 Letters

Blurbs:

Vince is over at your place but you have no idea what relationship you have with him

You and Vince broke up when he left for the NHL and now he’s back at home

Vince is acting sus and you finally figure out why

Vince is tired but not tired enough to not be a distraction

You and Vince are out in public and you call him your private nickname

You take home Vince when he’s drunk and you have an interesting conversation the next morning

You call your mom to tell her the big news

Vince has been streaming a lot lately and you want his attention

Vince has the man flu and calls you to take care of him

Vince tries to surprise you but fails in doing so

You and Vince take your daughter to visit her grandparents

Vince tries to make your birthday a little more special

What a shock, Vince is a lovey drunk

It’s your niece’s first birthday party and Vince meets your family

After a night out Vince meets your son, Ben, and fits right in

It’s your anniversary so you and Vince go back to the place you had your first date but Vince doesn’t like the initials on the high score list

You and Vince are out shopping and he’s teasing you the entire time

HCs

Vince’s reaction to hearing you call yourself Mrs. Dunn

Jamie Oleksiak

Fics:

Leave before you love me

And a bow on top

Not like I’m in love with you

Blurbs:

You talk about the other man you have a crush on

Your friend drags you to a ‘singles event’

Jamie is mean when you try to surprise him

You have news for your daughter and you aren’t sure how she’ll take it

You and Jamie aren’t a weird couple, but you really are

You’re in an uncomfortable situation with an ex and Jamie comes to your rescue

#andre burakovsky imagine #jamie oleksiak imagine #seattle kraken imagines

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jostyriggslover96 · 2 years

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We’re Really Doing This? Pt. 4

AN: It has been an insanely long time since I updated this, and I am so sorry for that. It was not my intention to make everyone wait that long for this update, but 2022 has been a really challenging year so far. But things are finally starting to look up, so I hope you all enjoy part 4! Not sure when the next update will come, but I have some new stuff in the works! Enjoy and thank you for sticking with this!

Tagging: @laurenairay @eberles @myhockeyworld87 @hockeyboysimagines @hockeyunits @dudde-44 @fiveholegoal

Warnings: Mentions of doctors appointments, swearing, mild smut, some angst and tears. Smut and NSFW content are 18+, minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.4k

Part 3

We’re Really Doing This? Pt. 4

“So Y/N, it looks like you blood pressure has recovered quite well. I’m very happy with where its sitting right now,” your doctor stated as she was taking the blood pressure cuff off your arm.

“Well, 6 weeks of bedrest did the trick I guess,” you shuddered at the thought, your bed rest had lasted much longer than everyone anticipated. Your doctor gave you a knowing smile as she put her stethoscope in her ears to listen to your belly.

“I know it wasn’t the ideal time frame, but it seems like Jamie took great care of you,” she commented while moving her stethoscope around. You glanced to your right where Jamie sat in the chair by the examination table and smiled. He really had taken great care of you that whole time you were stuck in bed.

“Oh I think I got breakfast in bed every single morning,” you smiled as Jamie smirked at you. He truly had been such a supportive partner the whole time. You were both scared about when your blood pressure would stabilize but he kept you well distracted. He cooked amazing meals for you, even breaking out the recipe for his mom’s ziti, kept the house clean, took care of the flower garden you watched him plant from a lawn chair, and did all of the laundry without any incidents like the time he turned all your white tank tops pink when you first started dating. He also kept you well entertained the whole time; whether it was the mini baby book club the two of you started or binging another show on Netflix, Jamie kept you laughing the whole 6 weeks.

“You’ve got yourself a good one Y/N,” your doctor smiled as she asked you to lie back on the table. You glanced over at Jamie as you were getting comfortable in the new position, taking his hand in yours, you gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh that I do,” you smiled at Jamie, he sent a wink your way in response before you turned your attention back to your doctor.

“So like I mentioned, we are going to keep an eye out because we thought you might be developing placenta previa a few weeks ago, but it’s a really good sign that your blood pressure has been stable for 2 weeks,” she commented as she was pressing down on your bladder, which made you have the strong urge to pee.

“What would placenta previa mean for delivery?” Jamie’s deep voice boomed in your ears as he asked the question he knew you were most nervous about. You felt his hand squeeze yours as you let out a shaky breath.

“Normally we would schedule a C-section because there can be risk of bleeding with vaginal delivery, but let’s not worry about that yet. You aren’t showing as many signs now as you were before. I want you to go for that 3-D ultrasound tomorrow, that should give us a better idea of where things are.”

Feeling slightly better at your doctors response you felt yourself exhale tension you didn’t realize you were holding in. “So now that I’m off bed rest…does that mean I can resume all my normal activities?” you asked as your doctor helped you sit up.

“Absolutely, in fact, dad let’s get her walking a bit more now. You’re 22 weeks, so you can still do many things in your regular routine. Just limit the heavy lifting as that will likely cause some discomfort for you,” you both nodded along as your doctor grabbed a few brochures about this stage of pregnancy.

There was one other question you knew that both you and Jamie were desperately waiting for the answer to, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you had to ask. “What about sex?” you blurted out a bit more desperately than intended. Your cheeks heating up as Jamie stifled a laugh. You doctor gave you an all knowing smile, recognizing that you couldn’t have sex while you were on bed rest. It had been a long time for you and Jamie, your hormones were raging and ready to go.

“You can resume your regular sex life now too. Why don’t we book for next week, so we can discuss your ultrasound and where we go from here?” you both nodded as your doctor wished you well and left the room. Jamie silently handed you your underwear and jeans before helping you off the table.

“Sooooo,” you smirked at him as he watched you dress your lower half once again.

“So what?” he questioned as he handed you your purse.

“So let’s get home so you can fuck my brains out,” you said point blank. It had been so long there was no way to beat around the bush on this one.

“I would love to, but we planned to stop at the baby boutique that’s close to here,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as you let out a desperate whine.

“Baby I need you,” you rested your head on his chest like a disgruntled child. He soothingly rubbed your back but even that was turning you on.

“Oh I need you too pretty girl, but let’s go take a look and then I can spend the rest of the day fucking you senseless.”

“You drive a hard bargain Oleksiak,” you grumbled as you took your hand and went back to the waiting room with him. As desperately as you needed your Big Rig right now, you figured that sex in the doctor’s office was not a good look. You had been wanting to check out the boutique for a while, but couldn’t go until you were off bedrest because it was too much time on your feet. You could wait, but not for much longer.

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“Can I ask you something?” your attention focused on Jamie as his gaze was fixed on the road ahead. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch as a half-smile formed on his face, probably aware of the fact that your mind was racing a thousand miles a minute.

“Always,” his rough voice was music to your ears. You took a deep breath because you knew this was a deeper question than he was expecting, but you had to ask. You had to know.

“How scary were those pregnancy complications for you?” you said while your voice trembled slightly, the memories of those challenging weeks still fresh in your mind.

“I was very worried about you,” his eyes never leaving the rode as he spoke. You shifted slightly in your seat, so you were facing him more.

“Jamie, I mean more than that. I know I felt like my world was crashing and crumbling around me. There were moments I thought we would lose our baby. I know that happens to so many women, miscarriages are so much more common than I ever realized. But it was just so clear to me that I don’t know what I would have done if we lost our baby. So I’m asking you, what was that like for you?” you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes recalling some of those darkest days. Jamie let out a deep sigh, pausing for a while. Silence ringing through the car as he gripped the steering wheel harder.

“I thought….shit, honestly I thought I was watching you lose the dream you wanted for so long. That you worked so hard for, to bring our child into this world. The dream I think we both had before even mentioning it to each other. I felt like I was living in my nightmares,” he glanced at you for a quick moment, his gaze soft. Your hand darted out without thinking, gently grabbing his wrist off the steering wheel so you could intertwine your fingers with his.

“I felt like that too,” you gave his hand a squeeze, reassuring him and silently thanking him for being open with you in that way. You knew that Jamie appeared quiet to the media and sometimes struggled to share his emotions with those closest to him, but you also knew that there was this loving and caring heart inside him. You absolutely loved getting glimpses of his gentle soul in moments like these. One of these moments, where you caught a glimpse of the gentle giant, so few knew, was when you first realized you loved Jamie. It was these moments where he shared vulnerable parts of himself with you that made you fall more deeply in love with him than the moment he took your breath away when your eyes first met his over 5 years ago.

“Hey,” Jamie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, smile spreading on your face without even noticing. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too Jame, always,” you squeezed his hand gently once more before he pulled his hand away to turn the steering wheel as you entered the parking lot that held the baby store you were so eager to visit. Jamie weaved in between the rows of cars, finding the perfect spot out in front of the store. You perked up, noticing the store that was beside it. “We should grab a Starbucks too!”

“Yeah, sure….” Jamie trailed off. “Look at that little baseball pillow in the window.” You followed his gaze to the round baseball themed pillow that sat in the window amongst a sea of other plush toys and pillows.

“Cute!”

“Reminds me of how we met,” Jamie’s lips spread into a wide tooth grin as he turned his head, his eyes meeting yours. You laughed wholeheartedly, how could you forget that moment.

“Yeah, who would’ve thought we’d end up on the kiss cam at that Blue Jays game,” you snickered while reminiscing about that awkward yet sweet moment.

“I didn’t think you’d be willing to kiss me, I was just a random stranger that you happened to be sitting beside,” Jamie bit his lip as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Might’ve been the beers, might’ve been the fact that you’re easy on the eyes, but you’ve gotta give the fans what they want,” you smirked as you grabbed your purse and the two of you prepared to emerge from the vehicle. The two of you were almost giddy looking back on that day, you had no idea that going to a baseball game with your friends would result in you meeting the love of your life, but you’re so happy it did.

Just as Jamie was taking your hand to help you step onto the sidewalk, the two of you noticed a brunette waving excitedly at you from the Starbucks one door down. As you were opening your mouth to ask Jamie who that was you heard him swearing under his breath. Glancing at him as he ducked his head down and pulled you closer to the baby store, you noted that he never returned the wave of the perky brunette exiting the coffee shop. Once you were safely within the store, Jamie stopped in front of you, brow furrowed and face red.

“That was Melissa, the ex from before I met you,” he commented while brushing sweat off his forehead.

“Which one was she?” you remembered Jamie telling you about his exes, there weren’t secrets between the two of you. Jamie opened his mouth to respond before you let out a loud gasp. His expression turned to concern, but you cut him off before he could question you. “Was she the one who was going to give you road head, but her head got jammed under the steering wheel?” you tried to ask quietly but struggled to contain your laughter as you remembered that story.

“We almost had to call the fire department for help, it was anything but funny,” Jamie playfully scowled at your glee.

“Call it what you want Riggy, but I think it’s hilarious,” you pulled Jamie further into the store, so you could begin your shopping journey.

“I just hope she doesn’t come in here,” Jamie muttered as you started grabbing bottles.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll protect you,” you snickered. “Now, grab a cart and let’s get this show on the road. Mama wants to start nesting.”

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3 long and expensive hours later Jamie was pulling his truck into your garage. “Okay, I’ve got this stuff, why don’t you head inside?” Jamie suggested as he was putting the vehicle in park. You aggressively pushed the garage door button, so it would close, before going for your seatbelt.

“I don’t think so Oleksiak, I want you inside me in the next few minutes or I might combust,” you swung your door open and hopped out of the truck, determined to end this dry spell here and now.

“Baby, we have all this stuff in the truck, give me 20 minutes and then I’ll come eat that pretty pussy like it’s my last meal,” his smirk melted you on the spot.

“Jamie!” you whined. “We have been waiting 6 weeks, I don’t care that there’s stuff in the car. I don’t have time for unloading the car and I don’t have time for foreplay, I need you inside me. God, I’m practically dripping here just at the thought of you fucking me,” you let out an exasperated sigh, hands falling to your hips. Jamie stared at you silently for a moment before pressing the lock button on his car keys and turning to unlock the house.

“Look at you so needy for me,” his smirk evident through his teasing tone. “I want you on the bed naked and ready for me baby, let’s go,” he demanded as the door swung open and he ushered you inside, smacking your ass for good measure. You squealed as you started ripping off your clothing while making your way up the stairs.

The two of you left behind a trail of clothing as you were eager to feel each other in the most intimate way once again. Once you made it to the bedroom you stopped to step out of your underwear, glancing behind you for the first time since leaving the garage. Jamie was naked and stroking his already hard cock, your mouth started to water at the sight before your eyes. Shaking your head you snapped out of your trance, crawling on the bed on all fours, there would be time for blowjobs later, but right now you needed to feel Jamie within your walls. The bed dipped as Jamie crawled on behind you, “You ready baby?” he asked as you felt his tip nudge your dripping entrance.

“Yesss,” you moaned. “Please just fuck me.” Before you could say anything else you felt Jamie sliding into you, stretching you in the most amazing ways. The room was filled with loud moans and groans as Jamie bottomed out inside you.

“Hold on baby,” Jamie warned before pulling almost all the way out and ramming back into you. Your mouth fell open as your gripped the bedsheets in front of you, bracing yourself for the ride of your life.

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The rest of the evening was filled with hot, sweaty, needy sex as you and Jamie were whole again once more. Baby items strewn messily through the main floor of your house, clothes still littering the path to your bedroom. You’d never get enough of the feeling you got with him deep inside you, which is how you found yourself early the next morning. Jamie on his back, hands tightly gripping your hips as your palms braced on his chest while you lowered yourself onto his throbbing member, moaning in pleasure. You were rocking your hips with his and finding a steady rhythm, you felt that coil tightening deep inside you. Suddenly you heard the doorbell chime and loud knocking ring through the house. You and Jamie halted your movements, glancing at each other in confusion over who was interrupting the most amazing morning delight. You rolled your eyes before resuming your movements, grinding your hips against Jamie’s. Whoever was at the door would have to wait. Just as Jamie was planting his feet up the mattress so he could start pounding into you, his phone started ringing. You groaned in frustration as you halted your movements, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“Don’t you dare answer that,” Jamie sighed beneath you while you glanced at the screen.

“Why the fuck is Tyler calling you at 9am on a Saturday?” you tossed the phone on the bed, digging your nails into Jamie’s chest in frustration. Jamie silently started at you for a moment before his eyes went wide and he was lifting you off him.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as he rolled away from you.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished with you,” you cried as Jamie scrambled off the bed.

“Baby, it’s the 23rd.”

“So?” you questioned while reaching for him to come back to bed.

“The 23rd when we begged the guys to come help paint the nursery and assemble furniture. At 9am!” Jamie spat as he pulled on boxers. Your eyes widened as you remembered inviting some of the Dallas Stars to your home because they were eager to help you get ready for the baby.

“Oh shit!” you screamed as you sprang into action searching the floor for suitable clothing to greet the team with. “Stall them while I get dressed,” you practically shoved a dishevelled Jamie from your bedroom as you pulled on underwear and leggings.

A short while later the boys were in action getting the nursery ready, so you could start nesting. You stood in the doorway with a tray of baking for the guys, smiling at the chaos before your eyes.

“What do you think of this caption?” Jamie asked absentmindedly as he passed the phone to Y/N. Y/N grabbed the phone and rolled her eyes when she the caption to the newest bump-date photo that Jamie was sharing, ‘Lil Rig is bumping along’.

“I don’t know, seems a bit cheesy to me,” Tyler chirped from over your shoulder. You reached back to smack him as he tried to dodge your impeccable aim.

“Sounds good Jame,” you smiled as you handed Jamie back his phone. You walked further into the nursery that Tyler, Jamie, and John were painting today. John was in the corner looking bewildered by furniture instructions. You chuckled as you sat down on the perfect rocking chair. Once you got the all clear from your doctor to move off bedrest, you and Jamie went to pick out furniture for the nursery. He waited patiently as you tested every chair in the store. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Tyler haphazardly pouring paint. Glancing at Jamie, you noticed he was still tapping at his phone. Probably finishing his Instagram post. “Seguin be careful! I didn’t bake you brownies, so you could wreck my floor with paint.”

“Hey, I am being careful,” Tyler scoffed as he stood upright too quickly and splattered paint on his shirt. You raised an eyebrow at him, he was already proving your point.

“Dude, I’d listen to her, she’s the boss,” Jamie commented through giggles at Tyler’s clumsy behaviour.

“See and that boys is why I’m marrying this man,” you said as you shot Jamie a wink.

In that moment, through all the chaos you were so happy. You had never felt more content than this moment, watching your fiancé and his friends assemble your nursery. You couldn’t wait for the first moment you got to bring your baby home, the first moment you would hear the pitter patter of little feet running across the hardwood floor, and the first moment you would hear the joyful giggles of your child echo those halls. Despite all the happiness and excitement, you couldn’t help but wonder if this is where your child would spend their life growing and changing. Or would your family be torn away from the perfect home if Jamie were to sign a contract with a new team? Your heart started racing at the thought of packing up your life, but you knew it was a distinct possibility as Jamie only has one year left on his contract. You let out a shaky breath and tried to push those thoughts out of your mind You couldn’t control what the future brought, but in this moment, you were going to enjoy the happiness in front of you.

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typical-simplelove · 2 years

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can i also request prompt list 42 with jamie oleksiak?

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

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing! (requests close June 24th!)

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plasticfilth · 2 years

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number 7 screams jamie o..like he would say that to you when you tease him in public

prompt 'i can't take you anywhere' with jamie oleksiak.

note: explicit language, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol.

the breeze in the night air was crisp, causing you to hug the coat around your body tighter. jamie’s hand rested on your lower back as you both approached the lit up building, chatter from the nearing crowd growing louder.

you were careful to walk up the stairs, not to trip with your heels. jamie chuckled lightly watching your slow movements up the steps, making sure you were secure in his arm. with a light eye-roll, you let out a smile to him that said thank you.

“reservation under giordano,” jamie spoke to the employee behind the tall desk as she scanned through a book of listed names. the night was dedicated to the season wrapping up, all the players wives and girlfriends invited, which put you in an uncomfortable position considering you weren’t quite sure where you sat with jamie. it exceeded a fling, but wasn’t quite official. you wondered why he invited you to such an intimate dinner, considering it would be your first public introduction. deep down, you’d much rather spend the night in bed with him, given his hand was crawling up your thigh the whole drive to the restaurant.

it didn’t take a great deal for jamie to get you feeling hot, he had a way about him, the way he carried himself, the way he’d touch you even when it wasn’t in an explicit manner. you always craved him, and seeing him in a button down shirt rolled at the forearms did not make the night any easier.

you were escorted through the crowded restaurant and knew the table exclusive to the team was approaching when cheering and applauding men yelling jamie’s name in union erupted.

you knew the guys in theory, but memorising names plastered on the back of a jersey was different to interacting face to face. you anxiously secluded yourself further into jamie’s arm, gripping his wrist. that gave him a hint you weren’t quite sure what to do, so without hesitating he spoke.

“this is y/n, everyone,” as his teammates came to embrace him and you were overwhelmed with their partners saying it’s so nice to have another partner around, hugging, handshakes. amongst the crowd you were pulled from jamie suddenly, but he quickly reached out to grab your hand and pull you close to his chest as everyone returned to their seats. you looked up at him and smiled, softly he mimes “you okay?” and you nod, pulling him to find your own seats. he takes your jacket, being sure to admire your dress you were hiding underneath all that fabric.

“man i’m lucky,”

the night continued as the food flooded the large table, laughter and you listened intently to the stories the boys told about jamie, which made his face flush red. “alright, you’re gonna scare her away, c’mon,” he tried to get them to simmer down.

you placed your hand on his thigh under the table, giving a light squeeze, your nails scratching the material of his dress pants. he shifted in his chair, turning his head to look at you, resting his arm on the back of your chair.

“let them speak,” you flashed a grin to him, darting your glance from his eyes to his lips, faces close as your shoulders are touching sitting side by side.

his tongue glided along his bottom lip, and he gave you a look that says, “fine,” and the stories continued. from that point on, it was difficult to pay attention, feeling his fingertips tracing the hair on the back of your neck. you felt his palm warm on your spine, hand dancing soothingly on your skin, revealed through your off-the shoulder dress. chills rose on your arms, as you tried to hold conversation with one of the girls beside you on the table.

jamie poured you a glass of wine with his free hand, and you caressed his cheek to say thank you. he winked at you, making you let out a light laugh. you raised the large wine glass to your lips, but as you placed it dangerously close to the edge of the table, it bounced in the glass, spilling over the edge and causing you to let a swear under your breath. “fuck,” watching the red stain form on the bottom of jamie’s white shirt.

“babe it’s fine, relax,” his deep voice spoke calmly, not to draw attention. you reach for a napkin, scooting your chair back to attempt to absorb it, to no avail of course.

“i don’t even know how that happened,” you sounded foolish, as jamie takes your hand thats trying desperately to wipe shirt, where it’s tucked into the waist of his pants.

“i’ll buy a new one,” he says, again nonchalantly. you were so fixated on this stain that you don’t think you’ve looked up yet, no matter what he said. his large hand crawled around your neck, tangling in your hair. his thumb squeezed your chin, teetering on your lip as he raised your head to look at him. you were absorbed by his piercing blue eyes. reluctantly, you dropped the napkin.

“it won’t come out,” you responded, placing your hand over his that’s still cradling your cheek. “you might have to take it off,” you spoke sweetly. he sucks in a breath through his teeth, trying to ignore your statement.

“don’t be a tease,” he argued.

“you’re right, leave it on,” you shrugged, straightening your posture in your chair again. you lean in, mouth hot on his neck, you whisper. not that anyone was paying attention to you, everyone was in their own world.

“leave it on so i can make a mess again later.” you finished.

“this is why i can't take you anywhere,” he countered in a more serious tone.

“because you’re making me want to drag you into the bathroom and bend you over the sink,” his eyes went dark, and you know you’ve got him yearning for you the same way you’ve been craving him all night.

in that moment, some pieces of the puzzle as to why your outings were limited began coming together. the insatiable desire to strip each other at any given chance outweighed a calm, family-friendly gathering.

“what’s stopping you?”

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harlowhockeystick · 2 years

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Ooh for the IG edits, what about Jamie Oleksiak wedding photos!!

jamieoleksiak: did the damn thing

y/noleksiak: ur mine forever now 🤍

jamieoleksiak replied: wouldn’t trade it for anything

pennyoleksiak: hehe, another sister

brandontanev: congratulations man!

j’s summer bash

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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SEATTLE KRAKEN

This is the list of ONLY Seattle Kraken player's imagines/fics.

✶ = smut

♡ = fluff

✰ = angst

JARED MCCANN ➮ The Good and The Bad ♡ ✰ JAMIE OLEKSIAK (coming soon) JOHN HAYDEN ➮ Fiancee ♡ ✰

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drewsbuzzcut · 2 years

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yeah… expect a new jamie fic soon! this content OMG HE IS GORGEOUS

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laurenairay · 1 year

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Writing prompts-

So many to choose from but....

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

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

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.

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secretlittlerandezvous · 3 months

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Angsty one shot ideas? ✨

Hi guys! It’s been forever since I’ve last written something.

BUT

I’m in the mood to write something angsty/sad. If someone has any ideas/requests then please my inbox is open 💖

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starshine-hockey-girl · 1 year

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A Good Problem to Have- Journey to the Emerald City- present day blurb

So after being the very near proximity to one Jamie Oleksiak last night at the Stars game, I got this little blurb for Teddy and Lex in my head. Of course, I had to write it down and you know my blurb came out to be 2.5K words. It has not been proofread so there maybe many mistakes. You have been warned.

This is SMUT and nothing but SMUT with a brief intro it.

You do not need to have read the series to enjoy the blurb. The background Teddy(Bliss) and Oleksiak (Lex) are married with eleven month twin girls. They like sex. They like sex A LOT.

Here is the link to my master list. If you haven't read the series but are interested, start with Trouble with a Capital T. It will make more sense when you read it.

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March 21st- Post Game- Kraken Team bus

"Hey Lex Love," Teddy answered his Facetime call with a grin, "How are you?"

"How do you think I am?" he answered with a big smile.

"Glad to have that monkey off your back and get the win?" she replied happily.

"Exactly. Hopefully the girls are asleep?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, they lasted until the third period before they crashed. It was nice to be able to focus on the game and have a drink," she answered, "or drinks I should say. I can't believe it was Benn that scored the game tying goal. Fucker."

"Drinks,huh?" he laughed as the tell tale signs of Tipsy Teddy emerged, "Feeling good, eh?"

Teddy bit her lip, "Feeling very good." She stared at him, lowered her eyes and blushed. She looked up again and licked her lips without thinking. Lex smiled and pondered her current state of mind.

"Tell me," he looked directly into the phone.

"I can't," she blushed, "You will laugh at me."

"No, I won't," he answered.

"Do you have your air pods in? No one can hear me?" she asked.

"No one but me, but now you have me really curious" he smiled

"Promise not to laugh?" She asked again.

"Yes"

"Ummmmm….. I just……have this……" she started. "An overwhelming desire to ummmm….. suck your cock. I can't explain it. I have never wanted to suck it as much as I do right now. Oh God, " Her cheeks flushed and heart raced.

"Oh really?" he said as he looked around to ensure no one could hear. "Never as much as now? You have enthusiastically done it in the past."

"I know. I really do like to do it because you get so turned on by it. I love to make you cum and hear how hot you get…." She explained, "but now I WANT it. I cannot stop thinking about it. Like since the girls went to sleep, I had a vision of taking you in my mouth. Mmmmm…..fuck Lex, I want it "

Lex fought his body's response to her words. The blood pulsated below his waist. Against his better judgment, he whispered, "How do you want it?"

"I want to take the tip and suck it. I want to lick the shaft up and down, then put my mouth on it and go up and down, " she detailed.

"Bliss…..damn," he sighed, "Tell me more."

"I want you to wrap your fingers in my hair and guide my head while you moan. I want to hear you whisper 'that's it, Bliss. Suck it good' in that low voice you get when you are so fucking turned on," she continued.

"Bliss, I am," he voice lowered, "Are you?"

"Yes, want to see?" she asked. His mind scrambled and he tried to hide his phone from view, unsure what she was about to do. She moaned softly and her fingers came to her mouth. They were shiny and wet as she sucked them slowly.

He looked around and tried to gauge how much further until they arrived at the jet. It wouldn't be long. "Bliss, you are killing me. Take a video. I want to see it. Take a video and send it to me so I can watch you."

He looked up and saw Turbo staring at him with curiosity.

"Will you make a video and send it back to me?" She asked as her hand disappeared again. "Oh God," she moaned.

"Yes,I will," he whispered as they pulled into the airfield. "I have to go," he said, "we are at the plane now and I have to get off the bus. Please do it."

"I will," she moaned, "I love you Lex."

"I love you too, Bliss," he said quietly, "Can't wait to see it. Good night."

He ended the call as the bus stopped. Thankfully he was at the back of the bus, he folded his suit jacket over his arm and placed it in front of him as he stood up. He passed Turbo's seat. Tanev said, "Good phone call with Teddy?" Lex nodded. "Enjoy your video later. I can only imagine the content."

Lex leveled his gaze at Turbo. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed to be overheard or annoyed that Turbo was possibly imagining Teddy in a sexual way. "How about you don't imagine it? That will probably be best for you." He said with an edge that wasn't entirely planned.

"Woah there," Tanev immediately picked up on the tone, "It was just a joke."

"Sorry, just a little frustrated," Lex said softly.

"It's all good," Turbo laughed, "It's a good problem to have."

Lex smiled "Yes,it is. Yes, it is."

Teddy and Lex’s house- Seattle

Teddy hugged her robe tight against her body as she descended the stairs. She made a quick stop in the kitchen to make another drink to wipe out any remaining inhibitions about the amateur porn she was about to film. She shook her head and smiled. Lex probably envisioned a quick video in the bedroom, not a video shot with her professional camera.

It took a few minutes to set up the camera for the best angle of what she was about to film. Then she set up her props and adjusted her lingerie. Then she hit the record button on the camera.

Afterwards, she took a few minutes to edit out the beginning and the ending so it flowed smoothly. She then took the file and drug to the encrypted dropbox. She then shared the file and password hint to Lex via text.

Kraken Jet- Nashville

Lex looked at his phone as the jet came to a standstill and the crew readied the plane for disembarkment. He smiled as saw the notification from Teddy. He clicked on the text, read it quickly and laughed. He typed his response and hit send.

Lex grabbed his stuff and tried to make it off the plane. Unfortunately, he was behind most of the team as they descended the stairs from the jet. He stared at his phone at the icon of the shared video. His mind raced with the potential images contained in the video. Teddy and he had similar videos in the past on road trips. They all had lasting impact on him and provided much needed inspiration for solo activities. He grew impatient as it seemed as if every single one of his teammates was moving in slow motion.

Time dragged as he boarded the bus and they began their slow drive to the hotel. Lex resorted to deep breathing to keep the thoughts at bay. Disastrous consequences could arise if he entertained thoughts of Teddy for longer than a few seconds. At least he had the forethought to sit at the front of the bus. At the hotel, he raced to get his luggage from underneath the bus, get his hotel assigned room key card and up the elevator.

“Whoa, Big Rig,” Turbo chirped, “Where’s the fire? Oh, did she send it? I bet she sent it.”

“Don’t make me hurt you,Turbo,” he called out over his shoulder as he scrambled to the elevator.

Lex closed the door firmly when he entered the seventh floor hotel room. He left his bag by the door and started stripping. He held the phone in hand and plopped on the bed. He went to open the file before he remembered his promise to send a video in return. She probably wanted to see his reaction to her video. “Damn,” he thought to himself, “I can’t watch the video and record at the same time.” He remembered his Ipad. He could access the video from there and record on his phone- problem solved. He surveyed the room to find the best place to set up the phone that gave the best view of him on the bed.

Lex hit the record button and went back to the bed. His back rested against the headboard of the bed, legs spread slightly apart. He looked up at the camera and gave a smile and a wink. He leaned over and set the tablet up on the cover, angled it so he could see the screen and started the video. He turned to the phone, “Kitty Kat, there will be a consequence to the continued teasing about the condoms. Just so you know.” He paused and thought of the ways he was going to punish her in their next kinky play session.

The video began with Teddy sitting somewhat demurely on the chair in her office. She had definitely used lights from her studio to her best advantage. He blinked when he saw the red lace bra and panty set she wore. It had been a surprise to him during their honeymoon. He smiled at the camera and said, “Oh, you dressed for the occasion, eh?” Then the music started and his head tilted slightly to the left as he listened. Body Party Remix. She stood up and began a seductive dance in front of the camera while maintaining eye contact with the camera lens. Occasionally, she sang the lyrics as she bumped and grinded. His hand went to cock which was growing harder by the second. He played with the tip before he began to stroke.

She sang “I'm doing this little dance for you. You got me so excited’ as she squatted and spread her legs, her crotchless panties revealed her aroused sex. She used her fingers to spread her labia apart. Her desire was plainly evident as she rubbed her clit in small circles. She looked down and then up at the camera. “See what you do to me, Lex?” she moaned, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned and sat up straighter.

She continued to explore herself as the music played. When the song ended, she stood up and walked to the chair. Another song began, Body Say and her hips snapped to the beat as she reached beneath the seat and pulled out a dildo. She sat down in the chair and rubbed the toy across her chest and down her abdomen. She brought it back up the length of her body and slowly dragged it across her jaw. She moaned, “Mmmmmm…. Not as good as yours but it will have to do.” Her lips went to the dildo and she sucked the tip.

“Bliss,” he moaned, “That is so fucking hot.” When her mouth moved down the shaft, his hand twisted up and down the length of his own. He struggled to keep his eyes on the video as he imagined her velvety mouth enveloping his cock. Her tongue applied just the right pressure to his sensitive skin. His eyes watched as she expertly mimicked her technique on the dildo. It was the exact movements that she used to draw him deeper into his pleasure.

On the video, she looked at the camera with half closed eyes as she whimpered. “I love sucking your cock- so big and hard for me,” she hummed softly, “I love it when you fuck my mouth with it.” She became silent except for the sounds of her mouth slurping. Occasionally the soundtrack was interrupted with a moan. She paused and smiled, “Are you almost there, Lex? I bet you are. I bet you are panting and your hand is moving like a jackhammer. Is it as good as my mouth?”

He groaned, “No…..Damn, I want your mouth on me. Fuck so close.”

“Keep going, Lex. Don’t stop. Cum for me. I want to see you cum so hard thinking of my mouth on that glorious cock. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want it too much. Give it to me. Let me hear you cum,” she encouraged.

His soft grunts became louder. A thought that he should be concerned about being too loud floated across his mind before he dismissed it. He needed this. He needed this release. Fuck anyone who had to listen to him. He cried out, “Bliss….. Yes… Bliss” as his orgasm began. A series of grunts and groans followed as his cum spurted onto his stomach. His hand continued to stroke until the waves of pleasure dissipated. Finally he was left breathless as he studied the ceiling.

“Lex…. Oh Lex,” she called from the video. After six years of amazing sex, she knew that he would be lost in a post-cum fog for a few moments. He turned his head and looked at the video. “We’re not done yet,” she purred, “round two coming up.”

She dropped the dildo and retrieved Pinky, her trusted vibrator. “Let’s have a race, Lex, “ she teased, “who can cum the fastest.”

“Not fair, Bliss,” he whined to himself as he watched her turn on the toy and play with her nipples. The teasing had its desired effect and his hand went back to his cock. He watched as she rubbed her clit in coy motions. When she slipped it inside of her and groaned loudly, the race began.

Lex’s hotel room became filled with the sounds of her pleasure combined with his. Anyone listening outside the room would be convinced that there were two people in the room actually having sex instead of a session of mutual masterbation. The intensity of the vibrations gave the advantage to Teddy and her orgasm was loud and enthusiastic. When he came down from his second climax, she waited on the video.

“Love, was it good? Was it what you wanted?” she questioned. “I love you, Lex. Get some sleep and I will talk to you in the morning,” she smiled before the video cut off.

“I love you too, Bliss. I love you so much,” he smiled back before looked down at the mess he had made on his body. “Too bad you aren’t here to clean this up with your tongue,” he joked as he stood up. The warm cum oozed down his abdomen as he walked to the phone. His face was close to the camera when he said, “I want another video back. I want to see you watching my video, just liked I did for yours. No music, no editing- just my sexy wife.” Then he hit the stop button.

After he cleaned up in the bathroom, he put on a pair of boxers, picked up the phone and returned to the bed. He didn’t waste time editing the video like she had. Instead he quickly uploaded it to an encrypted dropbox and wrote a text to Teddy. He put the phone on the charger, got under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning- Lex and Teddy’s house- Seattle

Teddy woke up with a smile on her face. The girls were sleeping in and she rolled over to look at her phone. She saw the text from Lex and responded.

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