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Made to Last || Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn Pt. 22
A/N: I'm thinking there's going to be just 1 or 2 more parts to this story unless y'all want more. I definitely cried writing this.
Song Inspo: Made to Last by Issues & You're Not Sorry Taylor Swift
Paring: Tyler x Reader Jamie x Reader
Warnings: Cussing, angst
Word Count: 1216
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Y/N's P.O.V.
Last night you cried yourself to sleep, mourning the relationship you and Tyler once had. You came to a conclusion, whether you and Jamie work out or not, you still have to have this conversation with Tyler. Just the thought of what you're about to tell the man you used to think you were going to spend the rest of your life with guts you. Part of you wishes you could be a chicken shit and do this over the phone. As you wait for the door to open you try to collect your thoughts.
"Y/N now's not really a good time." Tyler's greeting is laced with annoyance. Not exactly the greeting you were hoping for. Though you can't really say you're surprised.
"Tell Nessa to put some clothes on, or tell her to wait. We need to have this conversation, and we need to have it now. I also need to get the rest of my things." Maybe this conversation will be easier than you thought. Rolling his eyes, Tyler steps to the side inviting you in.
"So this is it?" He asks.
"Tyler, I've wasted all this time waiting and hoping you'd come around. I've been giving out chances and every time all you do is let me down. And it's taken me this long to figure it out. You're thinking we'll be fine, because every time you fuck up I come running back, but not this time around. Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. You had me crawling for your love, and it never would've gone away. You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade You can tell me you're sorry, but I don't believe you like I did before. I don't want to hurt anymore. It's not just me I have to look out for anymore. Part of me was hoping we'd work out for our child, but you accusing me of cheating, and you running back to the arms of Nessa the second something seemed off between us is the last straw. So you don't have to worry about the 2 of us anymore. I'm done, we're done. The baby and I deserve so much better and more than you could ever give." You were proud of yourself, not a single tear was shed.
"I'm sorry." That's all he had to say. After 2 and a half years, all he had to say was he was sorry. You had hoped that maybe he would've shown that he still cared, but he didn't.
"You're not, but that's okay. I'm really sorry. I'll grab my things and be out of your hair." You reach in your back pocket and grab the ring he gave you, "give this to someone you really want forever with, not because you feel guilty." With that, you go collect your things.
"What are you doing here?" Nessa hisses. Lovely.
"Don't worry you dumb bitch I'm just here to get my shit and go." You can't see what Tyler sees in her, maybe she's got a pussy of gold. That's the only thing that would be appealing about her.
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Tyler's P.O.V.
"Y/N, before you go I feel like I need to give my side." Right now seemed like the best time to come clean. She's already leaving me, not that I blame her.
"It's not going to change anything Ty, I've made my mind up, and seeing Nessa here just cemented my choice."
"What I have to say is only going to make things worse." I take a deep breath, " I can't tell you why or when but I lost feelings for you, and around that time I started seeing Nessa again. I know it was wrong, but I just didn't see a way out. I figured if I was a big enough dick eventually you would've left me like you're doing now. I really am sorry I thought hurting you was the best option. That being said, you can drop the whole pregnancy facade." The look on Y/N's face tells me I struck a nerve.
"You're a fucking idiot." Is all she had to say before slamming my door in my face. We hadn't been having a lot of sex in the first place with her being stabbed and all, so there was no way she is pregnant with my child. There was a small voice in the back of my head telling me she wouldn't lie about something like that, but I refused to believe her. If I believed her, that makes me an even bigger asshole than I intended to be.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. Maybe Y/N forgot something? She's about the only person I could think of that would knock. To my surprise it's Jamie.
"Why the hell are you knocking?" I ask.
"We need to have a little chat." Something is off in his tone. My gut tells me whatever he's about to say isn't going to be something I like. Stepping to the side I let him in. "I've done a lot of thinking and I feel it's best that I tell you how I'm feeling." What the hell is he talking about?
"Okay? If you're about to tell me what a shitty person I am, Y/N did a pretty good job of that already, and sadly I don't give a shit." There is a small part of me that does feel bad for the shit I've done, but I don't really care.
"I'm glad she did. Tyler you fucked up, bad. But I'm not here to yell at you. I've already told Y/N, but I feel like you deserve to know that I'm in love with her." What. The. Fuck. "I don't know why or when but I'm in love with her. Like I said I already told her, and if she decided to have me, I'm going to treat her right."
"How long have you 2 been fucking?" Logically I know Jamie wouldn't do that to me, but right now I'm not thinking logically. Of all the people I could see Y/N moving on with, I never would've thought it'd be my best friend. I thought she'd leave Texas and I'd never see her again. That's what made this so easy. Seeing her happy and thriving is something I don't know if I can handle.
"You're a fucking idiot. You know better than that. She was or is madly in love with you, she would've never done you dirty the way you've done her dirty. I was happy to sit back and let you two be happy, but you went a fucked up again. So now if she'll let me, I'm going to step up to the plate and treat her the way you should've from the start."
"So you're just going to throw away our friendship over a little bit of pus-," before I could finish my sentence his fist connected with my jaw.
"You are the only person to blame for our friendship being what it is now. And don't you ever talk about Y/N that way. We both know she's more than that." I haven't seen Jamie this pissed since the morning Y/N left the first time.
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Masterlist of One-Shot Y/N Requests
Again at least somewhat coming out of a hiatus!
I already posted a new Tyler Seguin one-shot, so feel free to check that out - or if you're new, check out my oldies! Hopefully they're still enjoyable. :)
Am accepting requests, as most of my requests are at least 7-8 years old. I will still go through them, but I want to make sure I'm still doing relevant players, haha.
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Dallas Stars
Tyler Seguin
Meetin’ The Fam!
GoPro: DZ & Seggy
Movie Night
House Party
Babying a Sick Tyler
First Time on the Ice
Tyler’s Daughter
Cuddle Night
Baby Talks
Pillow Forts & The Body Issue
Love Triangle (pt1)
Pool Fun(?)
A Thundering Exploration
Second Try
A Black Tie Rendezvous
(back from hiatus) A Christmas Gift
Jamie Benn
Babysitting an Injured Seguin
New House
The First Dance
The End to the Love Triangle (pt2)
Scaredy Cats
Snowed In
Jason Demers
Negotiating with “Daddy”
Pretend Boyfriend
Blackmail & Parties
Mr. Steal Your Girl
Santa Demers
Chicago Blackhawks
Jonathan Toews
Toews’ First Cup
Golfing with the Hawks
Patrick Kane
Big Bro’s Best Friend
Washington Capitals
André Burakovsky
Pre-Casino Night
Tom Wilson
Grocery Shopping
Casino Night
Ice Skating or Bowling
Surprise! - A party!
A Late Flight to Christmas
Michael Latta
Mr. Contagious
Detroit Red Wings
Luke Glendening
Frosting War
Calgary Flames
Joe Colborne
We Can’t Dance
Lance Bouma
A Visit to the Kid’s Hospital
To be continued… (Request!)
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
#wintersoldierslover#fic recs#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington#billy hargrove x reader#jason carver x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#rafe cameron x smut#jj mabank x reader#jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#yelena belova x reader#peter parker x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#stephen strange x reader#frank castle x reader#matt murdock x reader#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#joaquin torres x reader
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;; Sister of the Groom
Summary: Your big brother Jordan is finally getting married, and as his wedding planner you have been more than involved with his big day. From planning to being a member of the bridal party you're ready to let loose and have your team take over for the night. Being the planner also helped keep you from being blindsided when your ex-hookup, Vince Dunn, arrived to support his ex-teammate. Worst of all, even after 4 years apart, the attraction is still there.
Kinks, Tropes & TW: Sister of the groom, Binnington!reader, player's sister!reader, wedding planner!reader, bridesmaid!reader, situationship, "exes" to lovers, secret relationship, unprotected sex, car sex, implied jealousy, implied caught feelings.
Word Count: 4358
Note: I used a different editing software to edit this fic. So please if anyone could reach out and let me know if there was like any improvement in it, that would be great.
Taglist: @mp0625 @starshine-hockey-girl @wingedwheelprxncess @misunderstoodwerewolf @callsign-denmark @puckmaidens @xcicix - I swear I'm going to get better at remembering to do this.
While Earth had four seasons, your life had two: hockey season and wedding season.
It was a peaceful harmony. A perfect balance between work and play, as a wedding planner - but this season was different because your big brother was finally getting married. You had written off your entire wedding season for it. You turned many offers to plan the weddings for hockey superstars like Tyler Seguin and Brady Tkachuk. Jordan and Cristine were your utmost priority. It left you wearing many hats. From being the wedding planner to the sister of the groom to the bridesmaid, you didn’t know a moment of calm. That was until the morning of the wedding, when Cristine put the first drink in your hand.
You sipped mimosas at breakfast.
You had done a shot of Crown Royal with Jordan and your sisters, Sydney and Callie, moments before he walked down the aisle.
Going into the evening, you remained in the state of a pleasant buzz that you would not let yourself push past into intoxication. It would be too much of a risk if something went wrong. It was a far too dangerous thing for the sake of the wedding, especially when your ex was there. Well, he wasn’t your ex, not really.
You and Vince Dunn had never been official.
The two of you never went on any dates, but you and Vince had been hooking up since he and Jordan played on the Chicago Wolves roster together. But it never got more serious than that. It was the occasional fuck when you both were back home in Ontario for the summer. Or when you had been down to visit in whatever city your brother called home. It all ended with the expansion draft. It was the moment he uprooted his life that had mere glimmers of you in it and moved to Seattle.
Vince quickly faded into a memory of your young adulthood, becoming nothing more than someone who once knew your body better than anyone. Someone that you only thought about when the weather was just right or when his name came up in conversation. It always left you with a faint smile, fond of the unspeakable memories that the two of you shared. When you saw his name on the guest list, you wore that same smile. Then again, when you saw he sent back his RSVP without a plus one.
You should have known better to go into the night thinking you could control yourself with him around. Especially once you caught sight of him in the beige suit that almost looked pink as you helped the photographer with the pictures at sunset. You couldn’t help but stare. Your eyes flashed over how his button-down shirt would grow tight over his chest as he threw his arms around his former teammates. And they fixed on his smile as it tugged at his cheeks so playfully. Not once did you look away from him. Vince and how his curls hung down into his forehead or from how his suit fit him just right. Nor could you ignore how his laugh consumed him so fully.
That was until his eyes fixated on you in return.
A heavy breath coursed through you, your eyes falling to the grass before you fell into a full retreat towards the reception hall. You lost yourself in the crowd, the toasts, and the occasional comfort that came from sipping champagne when you felt the buzz beginning to fade. But not even drinking could rid your mind of his green eyes and how you could feel him staring at you. They were on you as you sat at the head table with the rest of the bridal party for dinner. And they followed you again as you took to the dance floor to kick off the evening with a dance.
You let your eyes find him again in the crowd as you danced with the groomsman who had also walked you down the aisle during the ceremony. His hand was low on your back, his fingers wrinkling the blush satin fabric as you danced. But your mind was all too distracted to enjoy the moment. Your eyes found Vince at the edge of the dance floor. His head cocked to the side as his eyes dragged up and down your figure. And when he noticed you staring back, he smirked.
He instantly knew that, even after four years, he still had his hold on you.
Biting your lip, you glanced towards the bathroom. The song was slowly fading into the next and joined the voice of the DJ as he welcomed the rest of the guests to the dancefloor. It was the perfect opportunity. Your eyes found Vince again, glancing one more time towards the bathroom before you were slipping from the groomsmen’s hold. His hands travelled down the length of your arms, desperate to hold on to you - to keep dancing with you.
“I’m sorry, I just need to use the washroom,” you said, offering him your soft excuses.
It wasn’t a complete lie. You fully intended to slip away into the bathroom, but you would not use it as it was meant to be used. You would clear each stall, then desecrate every virtuous value weddings uphold in one of its stalls. Or maybe you’d let him fuck you on the countertop or against the door if you were feeling so bold.
Your heart jumped into your throat, the beat of it synonymous with the bass of the music as your every step carried you towards the bathroom door. Eyes fixated on it, and you took steady breaths to keep yourself calm.
The music that played and the glow of the surrounding lights left you feeling as if you were in a dream. That at any moment, you would wake up in a cold sweat in your hotel room bed alone. But the touch of a large hand against the small of your back confirmed that this was all very much reality.
“Hello, Princess,” Vince said. You could barely hear him over the music, but you felt his hot words against the shell of your ear and in your hair that was slowly losing its style. It would be nothing more than a mess of curls by the time he was done with you.
“Vince,” was all you could manage, his voice a mere breath on your lips as your eyes felt the bathroom door and fell on his features.
He hadn’t changed all that much since you last saw him. He was still as pretty as ever. Your lips parted to tease him, only to be reduced to silence as the careful pressure of his hand guided you away from the bathroom door and towards the foyer.
Your head cocked to the side, a brow raising. Where was he taking you?
Your steps didn’t falter, the music and lights fading behind you and into the calm of night on the patio. Minutes ago, before the first dance, the patio was full of guests smoking cigars and enjoying the night air, but with the first dances of the night captivating, there were only a few stragglers to catch you and Vince sneaking away. None of them knew you both enough to say a word as he led you to the fence that divided the patio from the path to the parking lot. He left you void of his touch for a moment as he hopped over the fence before extending his hand to you to help you over.
One hand found his hand while the other hiked up your dress, giving him a good look at the length of your legs as you hopped the fence yourself. It wasn’t the most graceful attempt you could have made, but his hands were quick to find your waist. His hold kept you steady on your feet before he lead you off to the parking lot.
At first, you were going to question it, but it made the most sense. No one would leave the venue for hours, and the only interruption you’d get would be from the valet. Whereas in the bathroom, there would be a constant cycle of women needing to pee, photo ops, and the occasional guest who would need to vomit after drinking far too much. The bathroom came with too great of a risk of being caught by your mother, your sisters, or the wives and girlfriends of one of his teammates. But in the parking lot, there would be no one to catch you there.
He weaved you through the lot, in between cars until he led you to one that was clearly a rental and leaned up against the hood. Vince propped his leg up so that his bright white, never-been-worn-before sneaker rested up against the car’s fender. Then he patted the hood casually. The impact was a simple invitation to join him, one that left you leaning up against the car at his side.
The cool night air sent a shiver down your spine and you crossed your arms over your chest to keep the goosebumps from rising. But Vince was already doing you one better. He had reached back and pulled off his blazer and draped it over your shoulders as he spoke.
“It’s been a long time, Princess. How’ve you been?”
“Good,” you said slowly, simply. Nervous, you swallowed back anything more complicated than you could have said to him. You hadn’t gone out there for a conversation, you wanted him to touch you.
“Things are good,” you repeated, looking back over your shoulder to meet his eyes as they raised from tracing over your silhouette again, “How’s Seattle?”
His smile grew, and your heart fluttered. His smile always made you weak for him.
“It’s great,” Vince answered, “we actually made the playoff this year-”
You cut him off with a laugh, your hand coming up to rest over your lips before you could stop yourself. “I know. I didn’t stop watching hockey just because you don’t play with my brother anymore.”
At that moment, you already knew you had said too much, and Vince wasn’t going to let it go.
“You watch my games?”
Every single one.
“When I can,” you lied, “the team had an incredible season.”
And so did you.
He had reached career highs in every category. Goals. Assists. Points. He hit milestones for them all as he helped take the team to the second round. A round you still believed they deserved to win over the Dallas Stars - but fate had other plans for them. Maybe he could help take them all the way next year, but first, he would need to sign a contract extension.
You knew it would be the last thing he wanted to talk about. So, it became the last thing on your mind as you watched him reach up to push his fingers through his thick curls. They raked through each strand, breaking up his curls before letting them fall back into place. It left you to breathe out a long exhale, fighting back the fuck that craved to be cursed on the end of your tongue. Vince knew exactly what he was doing by enticing you with his curls. You had once loved to stroke your fingers through them - to use them as your anchor as he fucked you - and now it was all you were thinking about as he hummed.
“We’ll be better next year.”
“Oh?” you raised a brow at him as you turned in place to face him fully. You had to fight the urge to hitch up your skirt and climb onto his lap. Instead, you lingered at the front of the car, standing between his knees. “Am I getting the inside scoop from Vince Dunn himself?”
“No, no,” he shook his head, a slight laugh in his words, “Nothing yet, but I want to stay there. They drafted me. They wanted me on their team,” he said, smiling. “It’s like home, but it’s complicated. You know?”
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, “I know.”
Your brother was in the NHL. You knew how complicated the lifestyle could be. Their worlds revolved around the game and the team. More often than not, the rest of their lives had to be put on hold. Some players would go without relationships and families. Others left the home and the children under the control of their wives and any support they would need to raise them. Hockey season was the very reason you and Cristine had done all the wedding planning without Jordan. But Dunn, he never had that. He didn’t have a wife or a girlfriend or kids. Instead, Vince had hockey season and an off-season, which was dedicated to training for the next season. He just had hockey. And well, you.
“So you, ah,” Vince hesitated, “You bring a date to this thing?”
Your cheeks flushed, your hand coming down to rest on each of his thighs as you stood between them. “No, I came alone.”
Vince straightened up, sliding down the hood of the car so his feet rested firmly on the ground. It was there his hands found your waist and held you near as he quirked up his brow. “And the groomsmen you were dancing with?”
“Was a formality,” you assured him.
“He was handsy,” Vince said, his words a complaint. It left you smiling.
“He was,” you confirmed, leaning in oh so slightly. “Are you jealous?”
Vince looked away, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thought about just what to say. Was jealousy even in his vocabulary?
Was it in yours?
For years, you had been on-again-off-again hooking up between his temporary flings and your attempts at a stable relationship. And not once had either of you tried to interfere. There were no strings that tied you to one another, and yet you always found your way back to his bed after what seemed to be an inevitable breakup. Even now, four years later, you were still single, and from what you could tell, so was he, and you were both so quick to want to fall back into your old habits.
“If I was?” Vince answered after a moment, his words more of a challenge than a clue to how he felt about seeing you dancing with someone else.
Smiling, you leaned in so that you spoke softly into his ear, “I think I could think of a few ways to put you at ease.” As you spoke, your hand that was resting on his thigh travelled up. Up over the strength of his muscle and between his legs to stroke his cock through his trousers.
“Fuck,” he cursed out, his bright eyes falling shut as you felt him grow stiff beneath your touch. “I left the doors unlocked. Get in the backseat. Panties off, Princess.”
Easing back, you cast a glance over the parking lot that was consumed by the amber glow of dusk. You looked for any sign of anyone who could catch the two of you in the back seat, and when you found no one, you moved to the backdoor of the car and crawled inside.
It wasn’t the most spacious of cars, the back seat narrow and the roof low as you laid out on the seat and hitched your dress up high on your hips. The slinky fabric threatened to slip with your every movement as you hooked your thumbs around your seamless panties and guided them down your legs before they slipped down your calves. When they reached your ankles, you kicked them down to the tips of your toes and let them slide to the floor.
While it hadn’t been the most elegant way of undressing, nor the most comfortable with the seat belt buckle digging into your back, it captured Vince’s attention all the same. Vince made his way to the back door you had left open, one arm propping himself up against the car while the other fell to his too-white belt around his waist. Lazily tugging at his belt, his pants became loose around his hips. Then, he worked the button and the zipper, free with a single hand, his eyes not once leaving you as you lay propped up on the narrow seat. You could feel his stare drag down your face and over the angles of your body before his eyes fixated between your legs.
Vince ran his tongue over his lower lip hungrily, and it sent a shiver down your spine as you suddenly remembered the last time you had Vince between your thighs. It was the night of the Stanley Cup Parade. His intoxication was so severe he staggered into his apartment, and you were no better. No amount of foreplay could keep his cock hard, and so he lay with you in bed for what seemed like hours, his head between your thighs. His tongue and fingers had brought you to your climax once and then again and again. Vince hadn’t stopped until your clit grew too sensitive to touch and he sobered up enough to keep his cock hard.
His tongue and fingers alone brought you some of the most intense organisms you ever felt - that was once you showed him where exactly your clit was. And the sex that followed only left your legs trembling and your body reeling with pleasure.
You wouldn’t have the same luxuries of foreplay now as you lay there, waiting, in the back seat of his car.
With his pants falling, pooling around his knees, Vince hopped into the car and shut the door firmly behind him. Then came the awkwardness of you both trying to get into just the right spot. His large body was between your legs as you propped a foot up on the back seat. Then the center console. Finally, your foot settled on the back of the driver’s seat headrest. He was stroking his eager cock as he contorted his body just right. You were sure his back was aching with the arch he needed to maintain as he guided you up the seat awkwardly until you lined up with the tip of his cock just right. And before one of you could slip, he thrust his cock inside you in one swift motion.
There was a sting of resistance in your core. Your body was not quite ready for him, and it left you cursing as he pressed his hips flush with yours. Vince braced himself against the backseat, remaining still inside you as your walls broadened to accommodate him. The lack of foreplay and the unfamiliar sting only indulge your pleasure. It left your core aching for the thrust of his cock and the rocking of your hips. Feeling him fill you up with every inch of his cock so fully. It made you wet.
“That’s my girl,” Vince said, his words a satisfied hum as a smile spread across his features. Then, let his hips take their first teasing roll. “Always get so good and wet for me.”
Your teeth came down on your lower lip at his praise. You threw your head back into the seat, biting down harder. But there was no stopping the sweet “fuck” that slipped from your lips as you felt him draw out halfway and plunge his inches back into your desperate core.
Vince let his hips roll over and over. A smile of satisfaction grew on your face as your expression softened with pleasure. His hand left the back seat and dropped to your cheek carefully. His thumb dragged over your cheek, and settled on your lips - his focus on the swell you had coaxed to your bottom lip as he said: “So beautiful-”
You couldn’t take hearing his words, his praise, so you silenced him. You stole the space between you, your lips finding him as effortlessly as you had many times before. It was so easy to fall back into old habits with him. To kiss him and to have Vince kiss you in return while he buried his cock in your tight cunt. To bite his lip, just to coax a moan from his lips against your own just so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. You knew his every weakness. Every move or trick to bring him closer and closer to his release - and he knew the same for you.
With your tongue stroking along his in his mouth, you could taste the familiar flavour of champagne that was served at every table. It left you completely intoxicated by him, your body on high alert as it recognized his every touch, kiss, and thrust. The pleasure left your head spinning, your lips parting in a moan that you didn’t even attempt to hold back. And you only became louder as he tugged your hair aside just enough for his lips to kiss down the angle of your neck. Desperate, you reached out to grasp at anything for support. Your hand fisted his shirt when they couldn’t carefully surround the seat beneath you. From there, you were a goner. Your moans left your throat raw and your words left your lips before you could stop yourself from saying them.
“Fuck,” you cursed out, your words lacing with your desperate moan, “I missed this. I missed you-”
You almost choked on your words. Your eyes burned as they threatened to water at the realization of what you just said. You silently cursed yourself, suddenly unable to meet his eye. If Vince asked, it would be hard for you to take back what you said - to deny that he crossed your mind almost daily for the last four years.
Yet, he didn’t question a thing. He only smiled against the delicate skin of your neck and let out those soft groans he couldn’t stop himself from holding back when he was close.
Your lips pulled back into a smirk as you dropped your heel from the back of the headrest and pressed it into the small of his back with zero hesitation. The simple action coaxed a deeper groan from his lips.
“Are you sure?” Vince asked. His words were breathy against your neck before he dragged a messy kiss along the sweet angle of your neck.
It left you gasping as you lifted your head from the cushion of his seat just to get a good look at his cock slipping in and out of your cunt. The sight alone left you speaking through grit teeth - you were so close, “If you don’t, you’re going to ruin my dress-”
And his rental car and you didn’t want to have to worry about cleaning up either.
Nodding slowly, Vince buried his face into your hair. You could feel his every heavy breath wash over you. The heat of his breath blossomed over your neck and became a sweet melody with his moans. Moans softened and broke with every thrust and became strangled by his climax.
You nearly let your eyes roll back in your own pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as your own orgasm coursed through you when you felt it. His every thick web of cum flooded your cunt after his last thrust left him buried balls deep in your core.
With your legs wrapped around your middle, you both remained there in his back seat until the desperate panting of your lungs subsided. It was then you let your heels slip off his hips and let Vince ease from his place between your legs. You winced at the void feeling that was left there. The only thing remaining was his cum that threatened to spill from your cunt.
Sighing, you reached for your panties on the floor, your fingers untangling the flimsy fabric quickly. Then, with your hips tilted up to keep his cum from slipping from you before you worked the panties up your trembling legs. The highs of your orgasm still lingered as Vince offered you his hand. You took it carefully, using it to steady yourself as your legs threatened to give out beneath you when your feet hit the pavement.
You offered him a half smile, and you let his hand fall. You needed to return to the reception. This was where your night with him ended. With the help of the reflection of his car window, you straightened out your dress and fixed your hair just right. Then you began your walk back inside without a thought as to if Vince was following you back inside or not.
You couldn’t let yourself get caught up in him any further tonight.
Not at your own brother’s wedding.
Dim lights greeted you in the reception hall. A song that could have only been a request from a guest because it was not on the playlist you and Cristine put together accompanied their amber glow. Hearing it had you gravitating towards the DJ to direct him back to the curated list when you felt a hand engulf your wrist. You held your breath and your head snapped around to find Vince. He still wore that same confident smirk he had on while he was fucking you, but his eyes were playful now. With a careful tug, he was guiding you out to the dance floor.
“Vince,” you said his name alone. A caution to him as your eyes searched the dancefloor for your brother.
With his eyes glazed over from his intoxication, Jordan was standing mere feet away. If he saw you, he may not even remember it come morning. Yet, Vince kept the dance playful and unthreatening to your honour. That was until the song changed and slowed. It was then he pulled you in, your body flush with him as the two of you swayed to the melody. There, he buried his nose into your hair so you could feel his hot breath wash over the shell of your ear as he said those oh-so-complicated words, “I missed you, too.”
#vince dunn#vince dunn fanfic#nhl fanfiction#nhl rpf#nhl imagine#nhl#hockey rpf#hockey smut#nhl smut#hockey imagines
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Getting his swag back: How Tyler Seguin is a difference-maker for Dallas
this whole article on segs is great. just condensing a few bits here:
Tyler Seguin has seen every level of swag in his career.
He started out as the second overall pick for Boston in the 2010 NHL Draft. He won the Stanley Cup in 2011. He was seen as one of the future superstars of the NHL. That can make you a bit “arrogant,” Seguin admits. But then the hockey gods started teaching a few hard lessons. He was traded to Dallas, signed a huge contract, and after a little while started to hear criticism that he and longtime linemate Jamie Benn weren’t doing enough. Then, the injuries started. There was the sliced Achilles tendon. Then, a couple of knee issues. Then, a complicated series of surgeries around the hip that kept him off the ice for a year.
Benn has been with him since the 2013 trade, and each has faced their share of criticism. “There’s nothing wrong with a little adversity as an athlete,” Benn said. “Seggy has been through it and he’s doing really well with it. He’s battled and I think it’s made him a better player and a better leader.”
Seguin has become one of the team’s regular penalty killers and is second on the team in plus-minus at plus-6 in the playoffs. He also leads the team in shots on goal at 33. That’s impressive for a guy who is sixth among forwards in ice time at 16:35 per game. It’s also impressive that he didn’t allow the frustration of not scoring early on to get to him. He has three goals in the past two games, and definitely looks like he’s got some of that old swag back.
Seguin unveiled a new haircut before Game 2 of this series, and it is unique. He has shaved the sides tight and let the back grow out a little bit for a mini-mullet. That’s part of the joy he brings to the room.
“He’s always going to be Tyler,” Benn said with a smile. “I think it’s good to have some swag as an athlete and a hockey player, and he definitely has still got it.”
#simply obsessed with heika typing out this title#this line does scare me tho! ' It was just another light moment for a guy who is still dealing with some heavy injury issues'#fearing the offseason report#tyler seguin#jamie benn#pete has some good quotes in there too#nhl#dallas stars#mike heika
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God bless hockey wedding season.
[Video description: Several short video clips one after another. Tyler Seguin strips off his shirt, climbs onto a bar, lays down, and his fiance does a body shot off of him.]
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all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges
(alphabetical order by team, then by player)
updated: 27 Jan '24
* = contains smut
boston bruins
charlie mcavoy
kiss it better now
buffalo sabres
erik johnson
only all the time (series of one shots)
jeff skinner
your eyes look like coming home
tyson jost
it’s me & you
out of ten
this is getting good now (series of one shots)
calgary flames
noah hanifin
the one who needs saving
carolina hurricanes
andrei svechnikov
kinda hope they catch us
colorado avalanche
gabriel landeskog
‘til you give me all your love
nathan mackinnon
the second time
you always did feel just like home
columbus blue jackets
nick blankenburg
need a little company
dallas stars
jake oettinger
the saddest thing i know
roope hintz
no sound worse than silence
tyler seguin
ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)
edmonton oilers
leon draisaitl
lock in your love
florida panthers
matthew tkachuk
don't want to miss you like this
you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)
los angeles kings
pierre luc dubois
never said a thing
montreal canadiens
josh anderson
what am i to you?
nashville predators
anthony beauvillier
into moonlight (series of one shots)
taylor hall
better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*
new jersey devils
dougie hamilton
i’ll bet you didn’t even know
jack hughes
make it weird
we all have our secrets
we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)
nico hischier
late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)
not perfect (but we were)
new york islanders
mat barzal
all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)
uh oh
new york rangers
chris kreider
toward a feminine sea
philadelphia flyers
joel farabee
fell in love with you in stages
travis konecny
take me as i am (series of one shots)
pittsburgh penguins
ryan graves
never saw you coming
to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)
seattle kraken
andre burakovsky
dreamer (just like you)
we look good together*
jamie oleksiak
my picket fence penguins
your eyes look like coming home
st louis blues
colton parayko
open your heart to me
kasperi kapanen
let's get these wheels in motion*
kevin hayes
got a hold on me* (series of one shots)
how those rumours fly
toronto maple leafs
mitch marner
give the stars something to watch
morgan rielly
sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)
william nylander
let's get these wheels in motion*
vancouver canucks
brock boeser
and i had silly dreams
take you one day at a time (series of one shots)
elias pettersson
been a long time coming
quinn hughes
let's finish what we started
until the light shines through
vegas golden knights
nolan patrick
found the cure for a broken heart
say that we'll be together (series of one shots)
washington capitals
nicklas backstrom
give up the game
tom wilson
in the shadows & still want more
winnipeg jets
adam lowry
breaking all the rules
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For the birthday prompts
Can I have #12 and Seguin?
Thanks for requesting this one for Tyler! I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy it.
“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”
Words: 918
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“I can only apologise.”
You blearily glanced over the slumped figure of your boyfriend Tyler leaning heavily into Pavs’s body and sighed softly. You’d known Tyler was going out with some buddies from the team tonight but you hadn’t expected him to turn up quite in this state.
“How did he get this bad?” you mused.
“I’m not sure,” Pavs grimaced, “It might have had some to do with trying to keep up with the Finns shot for shot.”
Ouch, yeah, that’ll do it.
“Esa and Jani should know better,” you winced.
“As should Miro. Roope and Kivi are in just as bad shape as Ty though, so I’ve left them to do with that terrible duo,” Pavs laughed.
“Better them than you,” you mused, “Thanks for bringing him home in one piece.”
“No problem. Need any help getting him upstairs?”
Actually that wasn’t a bad idea. While you could slowly heave Tyler upstairs to bed by yourself – it wouldn’t be the first time – Pavs could easily do it quicker and with less bruising than you. So with a nod, you stepped aside, letting Pavs and your drunken boyfriend into the house, shutting the door behind them.
“Oh hey! We’re home! Hey baby!”
Well that was one hell of a slur.
“Hey Tyler. Did you have a good night?” you mused.
Pavs just snickered as Tyler stumbled to kick his shoes off, just supporting his teammate as best as he could, before Tyler slumped into him again. Bless Joe Pavelski and his constant ability to be unphased. You tucked the shoes off to the side of the hallway, nodding to Pavs as Tyler started mumbling stories about the night, the three of you carefully making your way up the stairs. You were right in thinking that Pavs was far more capable than you to carry him, and in no time at all Tyler was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking mildly surprised at the change in location but pleased all the same.
“Thanks for you help. I’ve got it from here,” you said
“Any time. Everyone needs to blow off steam sometimes, hey?” Pavs shrugged, still smiling.
He wasn’t wrong there.
“I’ll be back in a second, Ty, okay? Just going to see Pavs out and get you some water,” you said.
“I will be right here,” Tyler nodded seriously.
Pavs just laughed as you smiled fondly, the two of you leaving Tyler in the bedroom to head back downstairs.
“Call me if you need anything, okay?” Pavs said, pausing the front doorway.
“Will do,” you nodded, smiling, “Drive safe!”
Seriously, bless that man. Waving goodbye to your boyfriend’s teammate, you quickly grabbed a bottle of water before jogging back upstairs, finding Tyler in the exact same spot that you left him.
“See, I’m still right here, just as I said!” Tyler said triumphantly.
“Good job,” you teased.
Tyler just grinned up at you, making you laugh.
“Time for bed?” he asked.
“Time for bed.”
You helped him out of his jeans, socks, and shirt, leaving him in just a plain white t-shirt and his underwear, tossing the clothes to the side of the room to deal with in the morning. Yeah, that was definitely a morning problem.
“Okay up we go,” you mused, steadying him as he swung his legs around up onto the bed properly, having pulled the duvet down just far enough for him to tuck his legs under it.
Step by step, you were getting there.
“Come on, gimme a kiss goodnight,” Tyler slurred, “Please baby?”
Please baby?
His sweet words nearly had you caving, but somehow you managed to hold yourself firm, shaking your head fondly.
“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”
Tyler groaned, flopping back into the pillows, only succeeding in making you laugh as you pulled the duvet up to cover his chest.
“Not even a little kiss?” he pouted.
You laughed again, this time softer, but acquiesced to his request – you could give him that much at least. Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss…to his forehead. Tyler let out a huff but made no move to sit up to claim a proper kiss as you stood upright yourself.
“That’s not what I meant,” he grumbled.
“I can smell the rum from here, Ty. Try again after you brush your teeth in the morning,” you grinned.
“So mean to me!” Tyler protested, although his laughter let you know he wasn’t actually mad.
“Extra kisses in the morning, I promise,” you shrugged, still smiling down at him.
Tyler paused to consider your words briefly, before nodding. “Okay, deal.”
“Atta boy,” you snickered.
Lord help him with that impending hangover.
He just smiled sweetly up at you, eyes glassy and half-lidded with sleep, filling your chest with the familiar warmth you always felt when he looked at you. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out to brush your fingers over his unruly curls, Tyler leaning into your touch with a happy sigh. Too cute. Far too cute for how drunk he is.
“Wait, you’re still sleeping in here though, right?” Tyler asked, frowning as you removed your hand.
“Yeah baby, I’m not relegating myself to the guest room just because you smell like a distillery,” you mused.
In his floating drunken state, the teasing had absolutely no effect on him, and he just beamed up at you obliviously.
“Good,” he said happily, “I will be on my best behaviour, I promise.”
Bless his heart.
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Writing Patterns - LAST Lines!
Rules: write the last line of your 10 longest fics. What patterns can you see, if any? Which ones are your favourites?
tagged by @phdmama in that she very generously tagged everyone. if you're reading this, and you want to, you are now tagged by me. please tag me, or reblog so i can see yours, too!
Thoughts here, lines below the cut!
apparently, i love a line of dialogue to end a story. but what i really see is that whether it's a line of dialogue, or a little sentence summing up the possible future, it's that: always an eye to the future and what might happen next. and so much gentleness.
Every Day I Wake Up and It's Sunday (hermione/oliver wood; 50514 words; this is my first fic, and let me down a 90s rabbit hole that my musical algorithm will never recover from)
Hermione and Oliver had each other, and they knew they made their own luck, and were unafraid.
Biological Imperative (jason todd/dick grayson; 29499 words; omegaverse, lazarus pit shenanigans, baby damian wayne!)
“Yeah,” Dick said. “Come on. Damian needs someone to play with.”
Making All Things New (tyson barrie/nathan mackinnon, and a little jamie benn/tyler seguin; 27432 words; omegaverse, inspired by the excellent oplopanax's feral nate chapter of bits and pieces)
And Tyson wasn’t naming that sweet bonny girl after EJ…
Bang Your Head (steve harrington/eddie munson; 23868 words; fix-it fic all based on the idea "What if Eddie saw Steve on MTV in his vest, hosting the Headbanger's Ball?")
They have all the time in the world.
The Flowers and My Love (jason todd/dick grayson; 22865 words; slowburn, mistaken identity hanahaki trope subversion that also benefited from my 90s music rabbit hole...)
"Yeah, Jason, I want it.”
Home Is Some Place (jason todd/dick grayson; 19302 words; this was supposed to be a one-shot based on high rent prices in gotham that turned into a batfam story. reverse robins! including big brother damian! good mother talia al ghul!)
"Nightwing!"
Containing Multitudes (jason todd/dick grayson; 18243 words; a 5+1 exploration of identity with a little Jason Dent thrown in for fun)
"Hey, Sugar.”
A Surprise To Be Sure (din djarin/luke skywalker; 16841 words; a modern AU focused on family, found or otherwise; just a corny fluffball; i listened to kacey musgraves' golden hour on repeat writing this...)
This is the Way.
Death's Silver Lining (sirius black/remus lupin; 16814 words; exploration of the black family relationship; good mother walberga black [no i'm not spelling her name with a u; she is mine and something entirely different])
They laughed quietly together, as Sirius’s hands inched up Remus’s shirt, and brought it up over his head.
We're in for a Bad Spell (jason todd/dick grayson; 13818 words; omegaverse; magic and time travel)
“K, babe,” Jason texted right back. “We’ll be right here.”
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Okay updates on my hockey ~descent~
I've been reading a bit of bennguin and that was pretty good, I've been looking at some vids and I swear when Tyler got into a fight after someone took a cheap shot at Jamie 😭 like why do I care so much about that??
Anyway I have also just finished reading closed fracture by lightgetsin and it was so lovely <3 so looking for some more recs for sidgeno if you have them! (also why are there (((( all over the place sometimes? I've seen a few in fics and in tweets?)
I do really like the Penguins logo and jerseys so maybe I'll follow them closer when things get moving a bit more, its the off season now right?
Some other ships I'm a fan of is sterek from teen wolf, Sirius/Remus from hp, Macdennis from iasip, steve/bucky - just pretty basic ones lel 😬
oooooh i'm so excited to answer this okay okay. thank you for the update i love this!
tyler seguin is everyone's favorite slutty bisexual. go bananas in his tag (just #tyler seguin or #seguin) on tumblr and you'll find some great shit. that ship doesn't get as much attention anymore bc benn isn't fandom's favorite. i don't know enough about the stars to know all the reasons, but he did a very dirty and unneccessary hit on the vegas golden knights captain in the playoffs this year and that was enough to make me not like him. i can rec some stars blogs if you want - they are a great team with a solid fandom presence and a lot of young amazing players. and they have seggy :)
um, if you love boys being overprotective on the ice, i can definitely give you some pens moments but ALSO you should look into tknp (travis konecny/nolan patrick). i think i have a #protective tk tag on here you can browse bc the boy goes batshit insane anytime someone touches his boy. one of the big reasons a lot of us fell for that ship. you don't have to be a flyers fan to love them; tk is a fandom darling bc he's so tiny and fighty and wonderful.
also, any decent player is very protective of their goalie, so if you love that dynamic, you might enjoy some defenseman/goalie pairings or there's just some fun clips and gifs out there. i'll try to reblog some stuff for you. give my poor followers a break from the rwrb posting and tzp thirst 😂
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SIDGENO OH GOD. okay i'll reblog a few posts for them because the things they say about each other are just. alright. you're in love. we get it. okay.
King and Lionheart is the fic that made me fall for sidgeno. There is an excellent podfic available as well.
I could give you a billion sidgeno recs and writers and blogs to follow. What kind of fic do you like? Fluff? Whump? PWP? Kink? ABO? Monsterfuckery? Sidgeno is the most popular hockey rpf ship at least by numbers on ao3; we got it all, baby! I read a lot of angst and porn, so I don't want to throw a bunch of recs at you without knowing what you like :)
((( and )))))))) are russian smileys... so you're probably reading Geno texting. So instead of texting (or tweeting - you can see these in some of his old tweets):
i'll be there soon :) he would text i'll be there soon )))
we ARE in the offseason but hockey comes back (relatively) soon. preseason games (exhibition games that don't count towards playoff standings) start at the end of september and the season kicks off in October. The Penguins season opener is vs the Chicago Blackhawks which should be a VERY fun game to watch, bc Chicago drafted Connor Bedard this year, one of the best hockey prospects since Sid himself. Bedard is insanely talented and we are all very eager to see how he does in the NHL. Sid was Bedard's favorite player growing up (he is so many players' favorite player growing up) and they've met and they are both very sweet boys and anyway it will be an interesting game.
Stucky was my first ship since really diving into fandom and I spent a ton of time in Teen Wolf fandom! There's a ton of teen wolf on my ao3, mostly sterek, but i mostly write hockey these days.
feel free to keep sending me questions! there's a lot to learn when you first dive into hockey but i love the sport and love this fandom!!
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5!
This is from my Taylor Hall/Tyler Seguin slowburn fic!
It’s a million degrees out, the kind of blistering heat that you only get at the height of the offseason, and Taylor loves it. Tyler is stretched out beside him in the sunshine, board shorts slipping a little lower every time he shifts, showing off his tan lines. He’s bought both of them one of those girly frozen drinks he likes, which Taylor will grudgingly admit is actually kind of good. Tastes like coconut and strawberries and rum.
“I wish you’d let me wear my medal,” Tyler says. He’s giggling a little under his breath. “I bet chicks would fucking dig it.”
“The tan lines would be the worst, dude.”
Tyler grins, something sharp and a little feral hiding in his smile. “It’d be, like, so worth it, though. Guess you wouldn’t know, you Cupless wonder, you.”
“Fuck off,” Taylor tells him cheerfully. There’s an edge to his words sort of like the way that doing a tequila shot finds all the little cuts on your hands and your mouth that you hadn’t before.
“Sunscreen me.”
“Uh.”
Tyler pouts at him. “Come on, my back’s gonna burn. It’ll mess up my tats.” Taylor knows damn well from Ferance’s ink that his tattoos are healed enough that a beach vacation won’t totally fuck them up, but he relents and grabs the bottle out of the sand.
“Fine,” he says instead, and Tyler scoots himself onto the edge of Taylor’s beach recliner. He spreads some on his hands and starts to rub it into Tyler’s back.
“No warm-up?” Tyler flinches away from his first rub of sunscreen onto his back. “That’s fucking cold, dude.”
Taylor groans and starts to rub the sunscreen between his hands. Tyler’s so fucking fussy. “Better?”
Tyler hums, pleased. “Yeah. S’good.” He leans back into Taylor’s hands as he continues to spread the sunscreen over his skin. Taylor should probably put on more himself, he’s starting to feel flushed in the summer sun. “You should get a tat,” he adds.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tyler repeats. “A half sleeve, maybe. Or a little rib tat.”
Taylor snorts. “A rib tat. That’s so fucking girly, dude.”
“Fuck off,” Tyler replies, pinching Taylor’s thigh for good measure. The noise he lets out is not a yelp. “It’s a fucking sensitive spot.”
“Fine,” he says. “If I ever get a tattoo, I’ll get it on my fucking ribs, happy?”
“Very.” Tyler has the audacity to sound smug. He half turns to face Taylor, sun glinting off the rims of his overpriced sunglasses. His lips are all pink from the slush of his drink.
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Made to Last || Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn Pt. 21
A/N: Since I didn’t get much feedback, I let my 2 proofreaders made the call, and they said switch to Jamie. That being said, I think I’m going to wrap up made to last in the next 2 parts, unless you guys want more.
Song Inspo: Made to Last by Issues & No Guidance Chris Brown
Paring: Tyler x Reader Jamie x Reader
Warnings: Cussing
Word Count: 1155
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Jamie's P.O.V.
Things I don't recommend doing:
1. Falling in love with your best friend's fiancé.
2. Telling said fiancé that you love her, especially on the phone after he fucked up.. Again.
It's not like I had planned to fall in love with her. And I'm not sure when I fell in love with Y/N, it kinda just happened. I never planned to tell her either. I wholeheartedly planned on cheering her and Tyler on. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but when she told me what Tyler did this time around, I felt like maybe I had a chance. I guess that's why I let those little words slip.
Hearing the knock on the door has a tornado of butterflies attacking my stomach. This conversation is really about to happen. As I walk towards my front door several emotions run through my head. Excitement, fear, anxiety, hope. Opening the door there stands Y/N. Even with a tear-stained face, she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I step to the side, silently inviting her in. Y/N follows me into my living room where we both sit in awkward silence.
"Jamie are you sure you want to have this conversation?" She looks over at me, worry etched in her features.
"Honestly, I don't know. I've already told you I love you, so we might as well have it." The truth is if this goes wrong, I'll be losing 2 of my closest friends. That being said, I can't just let my confession hang between us.
"When you said you loved me, did you mean as in a sister?" She asks, this time her focus is in her lap.
"No. I'm in love with you. I don't exactly know when this happened, I just know it did. I know Tyler is still in the picture, and I'm not asking you to leave him for me, especially when you're having his baby. But I want you to know how I really truly feel, and from there you can make your decision."
"Okay," I noticed a sense of hesitance in her tone. I take a deep breath before I continue.
"I don't wanna play games. I know you're tired of the same damn thing. I'd fuck around and give you my last name. You're the only one I wanna make love to. You're the only one I wanna pick and choose."
"Jamie I-"
"Hold on, I'm not done. I'm the one you call when shit hits the fan. I'm the one you go to for help with Tyler. I'm the one you call when he's made you cry. Every single time. And please don't take that wrong. I'm more than happy to be the one you come to. I don't make you cry. I would never pull half the shit Tyler has. I'd never run to some skank because we're having issues. I'd do everything and anything I could to make you happy. I'd raise my best friend's kid, if it meant I got to have you."
"Are you done yet?" There was a slight hint of impatience in Y/N's tone. Lovely. Did I already fuck this up?
"Yeah I'm done." I sigh, scared of what she is going to say next.
"I think I need a little time to think about everything you've said. I just have one question."
"That's understandable. Ask me anything you want." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Maybe I didn't lay it on too heavy.
"If you're in love with me, why did you push me into Tyler's arms?" It's the same question I've asked myself several times.
"I didn't know I loved you then. I thought I was happy to make you and him both happy. It wasn't until recently, that I realized I was in love with you Y/N. If I knew earlier, I could've saved you a lot of hurt, and I would've."
"I believe you, I just wish I would've known sooner. I need a few days. I'm going to get a room for a few days so I can sort my head out, then I'll let you know where we go from here. One thing I want you to know, is you're never going to lose me, no matter what." That I can live with.
"Are you sure? You can stay here, I'll get a room or I can go stay with Rads." Something about her staying in a hotel just doesn't sit right with me.
"Yes I'm sure, it'll be okay." Y/N tries to reassure me, but it's not working. I have a bad feeling and I don't know why.
"Fine. At least let me pay for it." I offer, trying to ease the bad feeling.
"Okay, you can pay for it. But please give me the space I'm asking for." She pleaded.
"I can do that." I agree.
"Thank you, I appreciate you." With a hug, she walked right out the front door.
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Y/N's P.O.V.
After hearing Jamie's confession, you're more confused than ever. There's a part of you that knows deep down you deserve someone like Jamie in your life. You know he'd treat you right, the proof is in the pudding. He's continuously been your shoulder to cry on, no matter what. Logically he's your best option. You know without a shadow of a doubt that he'd take care of you and the baby without hesitation. The only thing you can think of that's holding you back is Tyler. No matter what bullshit he's put you through, you still love him. Feelings don't just go away overnight.
Sitting alone in your hotel room, you're thinking about who to call to sort your head out and your first choice is Jamie. That's when it hits you. If you were to take Tyler out of the situation, you could really see yourself with Jamie. Is your decision that easy? It could be if you'd let it. But the stupid voices in your head won't let anything be that easy. You keep circling back to the good times with Tyler. Because face it, there were a lot of good times, but there are a lot of bad times as well. At what point does the bad outweigh the good?
You knew you needed to talk to someone, you just didn't know who would be unbiased in the situation. Your next option was to write everything down. So you did, you wrote down the pros and cons of each man. You wrote down how you were feeling, you wrote down every single thought you were having. After writing everything down, the answer you were looking for was still the same. Jamie would be your best bet. Tyler has shown you time and time again that he really doesn't care. You know the relationship you once had with Tyler was a thing of the past. That thought alone has a fresh wave of sadness washing over you.
#made to last#Tyler Seguin#tyler seguin fic#tyler seguin one shot#tyler seguin imagines#tyler seguin imagine#jamie benn#jamie benn imagine#tyler x reader#jamie benn fic#jamie benn x reader#dallas stars#dallas stars fic#nhl#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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A Christmas Gift
Back from yet another hiatus!
I will be quite honest that I have no idea who's in anymore (fortunately seems like Seguin's a classic), so please, please, please send requests!
In my inbox, I do have oldies that are of Seguin, Tom Wilson, Morgan Rielly, Roman Josi, Auston Matthews, Michael Latta, Jason Demers, Johnny Gaudreau, Henrik Zetterberg, Andre Burakovsky, Aaron Ekblad, some AHL players, etcetera. Again, I have no clue who's in/fans are interested in anymore! So let me know either through inbox or messages!
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Request:
Would you please write one where Tyler Seguin's wife is a hot mess, forgot some key ingredients, and is making a mess of most of the dishes for the first Christmas dinner she's cooking for Tyler and his family. Tyler doesn't care and is very sweet about everything. In the end they figure out her forgetfulness and temporary insanity is because she's pregnant.
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"Breathe in ... and out... In... and out." Tyler straightened in his stance and narrowed his eyes at you, feigning annoyance. This man only knew how to annoy, not to be annoyed, so his eyes gleamed with playfulness. "I see no breaths coming in or out of you when you're glaring at me like that."
With your knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the counter, not feigning annoyance, you chided, "Because you chanting 'in and out' for the past two minutes isn't going to breathe life back into the ham I left burning in the oven."
His eyebrows shot up instantly, and he retorted, "Well, I sure hope not. That'd be one terrifying zombie pig, in my opinion."
"Tyler," you groaned, head dropping between your outstretched arms in defeat. You stared at the floor below, where out of the corner, you spot a splatter of mashed potatoes from the bowl you managed to knock over earlier that distracted you from pulling out the ham in the first place.
When Tyler's rested his hand on your back, you felt at the tip of your tongue the urge to snap at him to not touch you right now, but there was a reason this man married you not too long ago: He knew you better than yourself (or at least close enough).
He gently moved his hand up your back and over to your left shoulder then slipped his other hand to your right shoulder and began to give your back a small massage. For the years of massaging sore or tense muscles, whether for injury or anger, for himself and teammates, Tyler learned which muscles and pressure points were needed to help relax a person.
A sigh involuntarily escaped your lips, and you found yourself straightening into a standing position. You melted into his hands that consumed your body, yet were surprisingly (but also not) delicate along your skin.
You bit your lower lip to hold back a smile when his lips grazed the lower part of your neck that met your back before moving left to where your neck met your shoulder and finally up your neck to right below your ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin over there, and a shiver ran down your spine.
"Ty," you murmured, any sort of anger or frustration as lost as the cinnamon sticks you misplaced for the mulled wine. "This isn't exactly the time or place for this."
Tyler's hands slipped away from your shoulders and down to wrap around your waist, drawing you against his toned body where you can faintly feel his muscles underneath his buttoned flannel long-sleeve pajama top. His family tended to love wearing matching flannel pajamas for Christmas, which you were not left out of the tradition by wearing your matching flannel sweatshirt.
Not deigning you a verbal response, Tyler instead nibbled on your earlobe and squeezed you a bit tighter against his --
"Do you need help in there?"
You jumped at the sound of Tyler's mom and immediately sent an elbow into his hard stomach. Even though he gave a loud "oof," you knew better than anyone that an elbow from you was nothing compared to an elbow from a 190-plus-pound hockey player. He chuckled, as he loosened his grip on you.
"Behave, sir!" you scolded, narrowing your eyes at him but this time feigning annoyance like he did to you earlier.
He raised his hands in defense, struggling to maintain an innocent pout when he clearly wanted to burst laughing. "I've been a good boy this year, Santa, I swear!"
You snorted. "More like a naughty boy, if I'm not mistaken."
His pout turned into a sinister, seductive smirk, as he immediately wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you into his chest, your hands resting on his pecs. "If that's what you prefer," he purred, capturing your lips with his in a painfully slow, sensual kiss.
You couldn't resist this kiss and found yourself standing on the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck, and drawing him closer.
"Tyler Paul Seguin!" Tyler instantly groaned and pulled his head away, leaving you now pouting for more, even though you should've been the one to stop him from tempting you. "Stop distracting your wife please!"
"Yeah, Tyler Paul Seguin," you echoed with a playful push to his chest, though he unsurprisingly didn't budge. "Stop dis--" A wave of nausea hit you, and you immediately clasped your hand over your mouth, as a rapid tingling sensation climbed up your throat.
With a step back, Tyler popped out a hip and slapped his hands on both his hips. "Now that's just rude. My kisses aren't that gro--" Before he could finish that word, you bolted out of the kitchen and into the hallway bathroom where you ran past his sister, Candace, who watched you in alarm.
"Are you okay?" Candace asked, automatically following you into the bathroom and catching your hair before it was caught in the crossfire of your vomit.
Unable to respond, you focused your attention on puking into the toilet. You vaguely heard Tyler calling out your name and felt his hands on your back again.
"What's going on?" either his sister or mother asked in the background of you hurling up your guts while Tyler's deep, concerned voice responded, "Not sure. Y/N's been like nearly every day for the past week."
"Every day?" whomever asked, and Tyler provided confirmation. A muffled "I'll be back" was the last thing you heard of their conversation.
By the time your stomach calmed and you successfully flushed the toilet without feeling an urge to throw up again, you rested your back against Tyler's legs, as he sat against the lip of the bathtub. You closed your eyes while he switched from massaging your shoulders into rubbing gentle circles behind your ears.
When you opened your eyes again, you found a white stick with a white screen and a blue tab shoved before your face. You absentmindedly accepted it and kept holding it in front of you before you processed what you were holding.
Eyes growing like saucers, you immediately sat up and away from Tyler, only to turn around and meet his dark brown eyes that were just as wide as yours. Smiles creeping on both of your faces, you uttered at the same time, "No way."
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✨🌈🍉💞🍭🎙️💌
if this is too many, feel free to just pick the ones you want to respond to :} looking forward to the responses!
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
I really wished people were more interested in "Magical Mystery Ride". I realize that I shot myself in the foot with the way the wrote the Oleksiak portion of it. I just feel badly because readers gave up on them before they got to the good parts of their story. It is hard to work that hard for fifteen notes. (I am still committed to finishing it but it's hard)
🌈 Is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
I really struggled with writing the Y/N-second person POV of Hello Sunshine. It was requested as part of the fic exchange. I also struggled with therapy scenes
🦋 What are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
Most of my insecurities are based on the reader's reactions to it.
🍉 In what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?
Writing Teddy's struggle with anxiety has helped me process my own. There will be a future plot point that I am planning to process the pain of my father's death.
💞 What's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language?
It's a toss-up between the plot and worldbuilding. For each of my long, chartered stories, I have important plot points/journeys for the characters to experience. My writing confidantes are very aware of my obsession with details and authenticity in my stories. I try to make the details as realistic as possible.
🍭 why did you start writing?
I have always been a dreamer/builder of worlds in my mind. After reading hockey rpf, I decided to take a shot and write it down.
My decision to start my first story came from a certain frustration with how Tyler Seguin was being characterized in fics I had read. He was either a total fuck Boi or too sweet/saccharine the nagging thought of "what would happen if Seguin met someone thoroughly unimpressed with his usual bag of tricks?"
🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
Hmmmm, maybe "See You Again." I think it would lend itself to the format
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Here is a plot for each story that excites me:
Magical Mystery Ride- a major challenge to Teddy and Tyler’s relationship
Journey to the Emerald City- Lex's signing with the Kraken
Never Ever Have I- The wedding and some health challenges
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What kind of captain is Jamie Benn?
Mar 26, 2018 (x)
Jamie Benn has been a key topic of conversation as the Dallas Stars have fallen from a strong playoff contender to the fringes, likely missing the postseason for the third time in the past five seasons.
While the Stars have lost eight straight games, a franchise record in Texas, Benn’s numbers have been fine. He has nine points in his past eight games, and in three straight games, he scored goals that served as a reminder of why he was considered one of the best players in the world and finished third in the MVP voting two seasons ago.
But when you have a “C” stitched on your chest, wins and losses trump personal triumphs.
Instead of reveling at Benn’s goal against Winnipeg, a wrist shot that Jets goalie Connor Hellebuyck said was “the best he’s seen in his career,” more time was spent discussing his curt postgame responses to the media. He scored a glorious shorthanded goal against the Boston Bruins, but in the end was also on the ice for all three goals against as the Stars watched their playoff hopes take a deeper plunge.
Right or wrong, this has brought Benn’s leadership into question. There’s a sentiment, especially on social media, that a good captain wouldn’t let this happen. If Benn were a good captain this team would have followed his example, depth scoring wouldn’t have been an issue and Dallas would still likely be a playoff team.
In the past week, some fans have called for a change in the captaincy — not a good idea, by the way — while others have asked the very fair question — what type of captain is Jamie Benn?
I don’t know the exact answer to that question, but let’s add some valuable context to the discussion.
I look at Benn as a captain who needs to lead by example. He’s not overly talkative, especially toward the public, and when he plays well his performance can speak for itself.
But that’s a theory formed from watching him in games and practice. It’s based off my interactions with Benn, which for the most part have always been positive. I don’t personally know what he is like behind closed doors, what he’s like on the team plane during a rough losing streak, or how he reacts in the locker room when the Stars are trailing heading into a third period.
So I asked his troops.
“He is an action-first leader that’s gotten more vocal as the year’s gone on now,” Tyler Seguin said. “He talks, but he puts his actions first, and leads in that regard. As of the last few years, he’s also gotten more vocal, so definitely becoming the ultimate leader.”
“He isn’t the guy that says the most in the locker room, even if he does – when he says something it has 100 percent meaning,” John Klingberg said. “He’s just showing whatever he wants to be done, and that’s the way on the ice, in my four years he stepped into more of a locker room guy as well. Still, he’s not the guy who talks the most, but when he says something it always has 100-percent meaning.”
Every player interviewed for this story echoed a sentiment that aligns with the Theodore Roosevelt’s foreign policy from the early 1900s: “Speak softly, and carry a big stick.”
The other key theme was accountability.
“For me, he’s the best captain I’ve ever had,” Tyler Pitlick said. “I mean he does everything he can to get the guys together and get that team bond. Whenever we need a kick he’ll give it to us, and he’s not afraid if he thinks we need to get going or if we need to pick it up, himself included. He’s not afraid to include himself in anything and for me, he’s a great captain, leads in the locker room and on the ice, he does it all.”
“He’s one of the best leaders I’ve ever played for, no question,” Devin Shore said. “What makes him a great captain is he doesn’t hold anyone accountable to do stuff that he wouldn’t do himself. Like he can play any type of game and lead by example in that way, he can play the tough game and be the toughest guy on the ice and he can also be our best player skill-wise.”
Benn’s toughness was also a key point that players brought up in my conversations. It’s easy to follow a player that is willing to fight for his team, willing to go after the other team’s captain and set a tone as the alpha male on the ice.
“True leader by example,” Antoine Roussel said. “Puts the heart on the table and gives it everything you’ve got and top of that he keeps you accountable, he doesn’t back down from anyone.”
“He’s fantastic, he just gets it. He’s extremely well-respected amongst his peers here. And what more can you ask for?” Marc Methot said. “He hits, he fights, he scores clutch goals, he’s a fantastic human being off the ice. He’s always very positive off the ice, he takes care of the guys. I mean he’s got to be one of the best captains I played for, really.”
When asking around, I got a few quizzical looks in return. Some players immediately had an answer, while others took a moment and responded by asking why that was even under question.
There’s an interesting dynamic in dealing with today’s NHL players. Some are well-versed and well-read on the coverage of their own team, but they tend to be the minority. Most don’t read the news clippings, and I had a player ask me the other week, “Do you ever use the stuff we talk about?” On top of that, most players completely ignore social media – so it makes sense that there was some surprise that Benn’s leadership would even be a topic of discussion.
That being said, each player was quick to defend their leader. And a couple went further, to say what comes off on a broadcast or on the ice is just the tip of a larger leadership iceberg.
“I think there is definitely a way you are in the general public and the way you are around your teammates, I think that’s what people don’t see,” Greg Pateryn said. “That’s something special we get to have as a team, you know everybody’s personality when they are around a group of guys. He’s been great all year since I’ve been here, he’s awesome.”
“I think that’s natural, I think that’s to be expected of any captain,” Shore said. “The bond hockey players share is pretty special, not a lot of people see that unless you are a part of it. And I think that’s what makes it so special and so when we’re just with the guys he opens up a little bit. But he’s not the loudest guy; when he speaks up, everybody listens. He has that quiet confidence about him, but he’s also not afraid to speak his mind. The way he is with us and the way he is with you guys is different.”
If this exercise proved anything, and I’m still not sure if it did, it sends a message that Benn is the leader in the Stars locker room. And no matter the recent results on the scoreboard, he has the respect of his troops.
“He does everything on the ice so it’s easy to follow him there,” Klingberg said. “He plays PK, PP, he blocks shots, physical, can make moves with the puck, he shoots the puck good. He’s an easy guy to follow, you always have trust from a guy that doesn’t BS too much, always has 100 percent meaning, he’s a leader for sure.”
For better or worse, the Stars have made it clear they are following Benn’s lead.
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tell me why we are shipping marchment and seguin again. i'm ready to board
ahaha helloo
because theyre hot! because theyre lineys! because they are both puppies who play well together and because they have deliciously contrasting backgrounds in hockey. here are some things ig!
mush didn't start playing junior hockey until he was 19 and was never drafted. tyler, on the other hand, played since he was tiny and was pretty much always destined for it, going 2nd overall in the draft
mush has one sibling, an older sister. tyler has two sisters. this is cute to me!
they train together during the offseason in toronto at a gym with matt nichol
on july 6th of last year, mason's dad died suddenly. one week later, on july 13th he was traded to the stars. what an extremely tumultuous time for him. im so glad he has fit in so seamlessly with our group
since training camp, the two have been close
we know that tyler has a history with enjoying big, feisty, dark-haired wingers. mason is 6'4 and has the most penalty minutes on the team
mush recently ended a 32-game scoreless drought. by the end of it, it was clear he was very frustrated, and tyler was so invested in his scoring that he would look to him during a celly for confirmation that he'd gotten a tip and also gave up a shot at a hatty trying to help mush score. when mush finally did score, tyler was Ecstatic
a few very good moments: fooling around after practice together and tyler pretending to interview mush with his drink and mush worried after tyler was cut badly in a recent game
my 2791 tag has more w them
also, in the last week they have both gone out with left knee injuries. terrible! fated!
#okay im done#i hope this helps!#2791#mason marchment#tyler seguin#hockey rpf#added bonus is they both seem like good dudes off the ice (that are at least somewhat socially liberal--RARE in hockeys) so its easy to#enjoy them#oybreplies
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