#Jamie benn imagines

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about that work crush (chapter 12) | jamie benn

(do you hate me for how late this is? please forgive <3)

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Teaser: "Your bedroom does have a lock, right?"

Your subtle miscommunication with Jamie was a wake up call to him: he had to do better communicating with you. He also had to make sure he separated his life as captain and the life he was interested in building with you. They couldn't be the same, especially if your paths had to cross again like it did with the reporter fiasco.

"Did you guys figure it out?" Tyler asked Jamie the next day, who was in the middle of his morning workout.

"Yeah, we're good."

"That girl is in love with you, man," Tyler replied. "Don't fuck that up."

"I don't plan on it."

You were in back-to-back meetings all day, especially as you started the transition to a permanent position with the team. You were drowning in paperwork, which just seemed like busy work.

You still had to nurse the "interim" in your title, but the next few weeks would require facetime with board members, donors, and a lot more training staff. With the shift, your schedule drastically changed, and you were spending a lot less time at the arena and more time around Dallas and neighboring cities.

Jamie hated it. Granted, he knew it wouldn't be forever but it was annoying that he couldn't just show up at your office on a break. The upside? More uninterrupted time at your places, like tonight.

“Ugh, you’re amazing,” You cheered after opening your front door, hugging Jamie tightly. “I love these.”

“I know, that’s why I brought them,” You could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled, his scent filling your nose. He was holding a family size bag of your favorite candy in his hand that was not wrapped around your back.

“Okay, so,” Standing back, to look up into his brown eyes, “I ordered food.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. Don't say anything but I haven't eaten since, like, noon?"

He looked down at his watch as you allowed him inside and closed the door behind him.

“You are nuts," He laughed. "How have you not passed out?"

You rolled your eyes at him, but led him into your kitchen where you had just started to separate the food you had ordered. Jamie was clearly comfortable in your apartment, moving straight to your fridge and pulling out a beer for himself and your favorite wine.

These were the moments you were enjoying the most with Jamie. When you were able to exist together, and share small moments.

You could convince Jamie to watch anything you wanted, he was just happy to be with you. Tonight, you had tricked him into The Bachelor which was definitely not a show he would watch on his own.

He wasn't as focused on the show like you were, and took breaks to clean up after you guys were done eating. You would never complain about a man who cleaned. And, Jamie was clearly a neat freak which would work in your favor.

“This show is stupid,” Jamie mumbled to you, as he returned to his spot next to you on the couch. You laughed, getting comfortable again against his chest. His hand found its way to your side, his pinky finger touching your bare skin. His other arm was bent behind his head, most likely to keep himself awake.

“Do you want to watch something else?”

“You’re clearly enjoying it,” He shrugged.

“I can watch it anytime,” You replied, looking up at him. "I like to please my guests."

He laughed, turning slightly red which made your stomach do flips.

“Who do you think is going to win?”

“On The Bachelor?” He nodded. “Honestly, it’s hard to tell. But, I’m trying to not see any spoilers online so that I can authentically watch it. Personally, I’m going to hope that Madison wins, just because I think her and Peter really connect well.”

“Which one is she?”

You waited until she appeared on the screen, “Her. She’s really nice and stays out of the drama which is always a plus on this show.”

Jamie hummed in response.

“Seriously, we can watch something else, if you want?” You asked, sitting up slightly so that you could get a good look at his face.

He looked back at you, studying your features. With the shift in position, you could now feel his fingertips lightly tracing shapes on your exposed waist. 

“What?” You blushed, when many seconds went by without a response. You were feeling the intensity of his stare as well as the calmness of his touch and you didn't know what to do next. 

“I’m really sorry about the other day,” He said. "I can't stop thinking about it to be honest."

“Jamie, I already told you, it’s resolved. We’re good,” You assured him, reaching over to put your hand on his face. “If it was still an issue, trust me, you would know. I wouldn't be explaining The Bachelor to you.”

He smiled at you, “I know.”

“Just wait. One day, I’m really going to be in a bad mood and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You studied Jamie for a moment, his arm flexed behind his head. Hot. His hair, somehow the perfect mix of messy and styled. Hot. His current grip on your side. Hot. Everything about him. Hot. 

Once you noticed that he was watching you watch him, you finally turned your attention back to the TV. “Stop staring at me.”

“I should be saying the same thing to you, but it doesn't bother me,”

“I wish I didn’t blush so freaking much,” You groaned, making him laugh again.

“Why? I like it, it’s cute,” He shrugged.

“That’s because you feel accomplished when you make me blush.”

“No, that’s because I’m grateful that you even talk to me, let alone blush because of me,” He said.

“You, big-shot hockey captain of one of the top teams in the NHL, is grateful to be talking to me?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’re crazy.”

“I play hockey for a living. I shoot a puck, skate around, and knock guys over. You, on the other hand, do real shit and help people through actual problems. I think your job is a lot more important than mine,” He argued. “So, you’re crazy.”

“You do the same thing, Jamie,” You rolled your eyes. “Kids battling cancer look up to you in their darkest times. When you go visit them, do you even realize how special you make them feel?”

“Of course, I do. But, that’s still nothing compared to you and what you’re working for every day. I wish I could do that stuff full time.”

“Jamie,” You sat up. “Yes, you play hockey, but you’re also a role model to anyone who watches you. Hockey is hard as shit, take it from me who still doesn’t know how to skate on the ice. Why do you think they made you the captain? Why do you think you’re the face of the franchise?”

“You know,” He sat up as well. “You make me feel amazing, I hope you know that.”

“Same to you,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. He kissed your lips after, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed into him, allowing him to guide damn near every body part of yours against his.

The size difference between you two was intoxicating for you, especially in moments like this when you really just wanted him to take control. You've had your fun in the past, but there was something about Jamie that made you want to relinquish control.

Jamie's phone started to buzz on your coffee table, interrupting your moment. But, Jamie never pulled away from you. He continued to kiss you through one round of buzzes, then silence.

"You don't want to check that?" You smiled against his lips.

"Not at all." He reattached his lips to yours, his hands traveling lower on your body for a second, before trailing back up to your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he gently pulled your hair, giving himself more room to lean into you.

His phone started buzzing again, forcing him to freeze in his movements. He kissed you one more time, before pulling away from you to look at his phone, his hands still tangled in your hair. “It’s Miro.”

“Answer it. It’s 11, it could be an emergency.” You watched as Jamie picked up the phone with his hand closest to the table, holding it to his ear.

“Hey, what's up, man?” You could faintly hear Miro’s voice through the phone. Jamie’s hand moved from your hair to the back of your neck, gently massaging the area. 

“I’m busy, man, not gonna lie to you,” Jamie smiled at you. You turned your head, kissing the inside of his wrist.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, just stay inside. I’m on my way.”

You waited as Jamie got off the phone with Miro. “What did he do now?”

“He’s hammered,” Jamie laughed. “And, needs me to pick him and Roope up, which also means make sure they get into their own beds in their own houses.”

“Captain’s duty, huh?”

“Always,” He said. 

“Well, I’ll take my candy now.”

He rolled his eyes again, this time at you. He reached behind him, handing you the bag of candy. 

“I’m sorry we can’t continue,” He said. “Watching the show, I mean.”

“Uh huh,” You laughed. “I know the team comes first.”

“Not a chance,” He shook his head. He leaned over, kissing you again. “I had fun tonight. Hopefully I can get a second date?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it." He smiled, kissing you once more. “Text me when you get home?”

“Yeah, I will.”

-----

The perks of dating a captain of a NHL team included many team parties with free food and alcohol. At first, you were worried about how some of the guys would feel having you around during down time, but it felt like a big family.

You were intentional about checking in with players in sessions around your presence, and it seemed like they loved to have you around. And, you really liked the approval you had gotten for your relationship with Jamie. You finally felt like you could relax into your relationship and not hide.

Today, Jamie was hosting a low-key BBQ with the players and their families. He took hosting duties seriously: decorations, caterers and homemade food, and endless drinks. It was actually shocking how much he cared to foster a good environment for his guys, and it was really attractive.

He forced you to be hands off, citing that you were a guest no matter how many times you tried to argue. He spent most of the party traveling around the group, making sure everyone was having a good time. Once he was certain he checked in with everyone face-to-face, he took his moment to pull you into the kitchen for a few minutes.

You and Jamie were both in agreement to keep PDA light at team outings, but that didn't mean Jamie was going to keep his distance from you for hours.

He brought you a piece of Pavelski's wife's pie which you were basically devouring as he recounted the football game he just refereed between some of the guys' kids. He sat on his kitchen counter while you stood between his legs, watching the videos he recorded. Listening to his voice in the videos, you thought He's such a dad.

More than a few minutes passed by after you finished the pie, but neither you or Jamie made any movements to rejoin the group.

With your back against him, his hands were around your body, which was fine, until he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms and shoulders as he spoke about random things. If it wasn’t for your long sleeve shirt, Jamie would be feeling the goosebumps that he was causing.

“Jamie,” You whispered, cutting him off. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at you. 

“A little handsy there, aren't we?”

“Sorry,” He blushed. “I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“I didn’t say stop,” You mumbled. "I just can't focus on anything you're saying when you're touching me like that."

“I'm sorry, baby," He replied.

"So, should we talk about when we’re gonna reschedule our sleepover?” You asked, turning around in his arms.

“I think planning it kind of backfired last time,” He said. “How about now?”

“What?” 

“I’m sure no one will miss us. I mean, we’ve been in here for 10 minutes and no one has come in." He was watching your expression, his eyes gliding over every part of your face as you considered his offer. What the hell.

"Your bedroom does have a lock, right?” You surprised yourself with your agreement.

Jamie laughed, nodding before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "It does. And, I kind of already told the guys to host themselves."

“You’re insane,” You mumbled against him.

“If we’re not going upstairs, we have to stop now,” He breathed against your lips. “Seriously, I already need a cold shower.”

“Come on,” He gently pushed you back before stepping down from the counter. He grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs.

“Slow down,” You laughed as he pulled you up the stairs.

He pulled you into his bedroom, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. He leaned over you as he locked the door to his room. “If someone knocks, it’s your fault.”

“No one told you to throw a barbeque today,” You smiled up at him.

“And, no one told you to show up looking this good,” He said, kissing you, using his bodyweight to hold you between him and the door.

His size is everything.

-----

“The food wasn’t terrible today, man,” Tyler joked.

“Why are you still here?” Jamie looked at him. “Everyone already left.”

“This love-hate relationship that you guys have going on is very entertaining to watch,” You added.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you guys later,” Tyler rolled his eyes. He gave you a hug before attempting to hug Jamie but he pushed him away. You shook your head as you hopped up to sit on the counter, exactly where Jamie was sitting before your moment upstairs.

As Tyler was the last guest out, he left you and Jamie finally alone at his place.

“Everything is mostly clean besides the grill, but I’ll clean that tomorrow. Everyone complimented your plates, by the way.”

“I told you,” You laughed. “You can get plastic plates and tupperware but it doesn’t have to be the plainest one.”

“Just take your compliment,” He teased as he finished washing his hands.

He walked over to you to stand in between your legs. “Did you have a good time today?”

“I had the best time,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Which is always the case when I’m with you.”

“I feel like I can finally breathe around you now,” He mumbled before meeting you in a kiss. His hands moved to your hips, “Thank you for coming today.”

“No pun intended?” 

He laughed, “Not originally but I guess it fits, huh?”

"Thank you for waiting," You whispered to him. "I know I probably made you wait longer than you're used to, but I'm happy we waited."

"I was about to explode for sure, but I would do anything for you," He replied, "You're worth it."

"So, you still actually like me?"

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, stepping closer to you, if that was even possible. He raised his hand to the ponytail in your hair, tugging gently to lift your lips to his. "I'm obsessed with you."

"I can't tell if you're real," You replied, looking over his features.

"Really?" He kissed you again. "5 months in and you still doubt me?"

"I don't doubt you, per se," You smiled when his hair fell over his eyes. "I doubt everyone."

"What can I do to get special treatment?"

"I think you've had enough special treatment actually," You laughed. "I should head home."

"You can't stay?"

"I didn't pack a bag and I'm off tomorrow."

"More reason why you should stay here because so am I," He said. " I have an extra toothbrush, and all the basic necessities you might need."

"On one condition," You replied. "Tomorrow, you have to make me your mom's pizza recipe. I've been thinking about it for weeks."

"Deal."

[toasttt11]

godfather

May 17, 2021

Logan walked through the Johnston house leaving his bag in the guest room and heading to Wyatt’s room that he has been in many times but now Wyatt has a daughter.

The door was wide open and Logan peeked into the room and paused seeing Wyatt just holding his daughter Carson in a rocking chair and smiling down at her.

Logan softly knocked on the door making Wyatt look up he continued to smile seeing his best friend, “Hey Stanks.” Wyatt’s voice was soft.

Logan saw how much Wyatt just seemed to be glowing and he looked incredibly happy, Logan has never seen his best friend this happy.

“Hi.” Logan spoke quietly walking in and sitting on the side of the bed closest to the chair where Wyatt was sitting with Carson.

Logan’s breath got caught in his throat seeing Carson in person for the first time, he’s gotten many videos and photos the past few days from Wyatt already but she was even more beautiful in person. Carson looks so much like Wyatt already, “She’s so pretty.” Logan mumbled in awe making Wyatt’s smile widen even more.

“She’s perfect.” Wyatt agreed pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, “Want to hold her?” Wyatt offered making Logan look nervous but slowly nod.

Wyatt stood up and sat on the bed next to Logan and gently set Carson into Logan’s arms and helped Logan fix his arms correctly, “See not to hard.” Wyatt complimented.

Logan just smiled at the sleeping baby in her arms.

“You’ll be a good godfather for her.” Wyatt nonchalantly told Logan with a mischievous smile as Logan’s head snapped to him.

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked.

“You’re her godfather, Quinn is her godmother.” Wyatt told Logan knowing his sister and his best friend is who he trusts if something ever happened to him.

“Are you sure?” Logan stuttered out looking shocked but touched.

“There’s no one else i would rather it be.” Wyatt just answered honestly.

“Thank you.” Logan’s voice trembled with emotion, “I’ll be the best godfather i promise.” Logan promised to Carson and Wyatt.

“I know.” Wyatt fondly agreed he trusts Logan and knows he will be a good godfather.

Logan continued holding his sleeping goddaughter until his arms were numb and he told Wyatt that making Wyatt laugh.

Wyatt helped Logan set Carson into her bassinet and Carson rested her little head on the teddy bear in her bassinet that was bigger than her.

Wyatt picked out the teddy bear for Carson when he went shopping with his mom and loved it and Carson seems to already love it.

Wyatt pressed a kiss to Carson’s forehead and made sure the blinds in the room were fully closed so Carson could sleep. He turned the baby monitor on and grabbed the other piece and gestured for Logan to follow him.

“Come on let’s hit some pucks.” Wyatt nudged Logan playfully after he shut the door quietly letting his daughter sleep peaceful.

Logan laughed and nudged him back.

[heartmix]

wips

so like every writer I have a bunch of ideas that i seem to not be able to finish. maybe a little motivation might push me. so these are some of my writing that are almost finished. if there is a specific fic that you want to see lmk and it'll probably give me the motivation to actually finish and publish.

unwritten rule - joe burrow x head coach's lil sister (rookie joe burrow is told the most famous unwritten rule, do not date the head coach's little sister, but he is famous for not listening) *needs to be heavily edited*

spoiled - lando norris x reader (based on lando eating expired chicken on max's stream. reader got the ick and decided to do something about it) *just needs to be edited! I'll probably post it soon*

soft spot - max verstappen x reader (for days reader has been waking up with knots in their back, max has a solution to her problems) *i have the dialogue just need the bones*

rock me - aew!cody rhodes x fem!reader (reader and cody used to be very close. years have passed and now he has his own promotion. what happens when they are reunited at double or nothing) *iffy about this one, an old fic*

fearless - kelly severide x firefighter!reader (being fearless leads to reckless actions) *old fic that can be edited and be ready to go*

in love - jamie benn x fem!reader (jamie was never a relationship guy, fulyl focusing on his career. you enter as a new member of the stars team who makes him rethink about relationships) *needs to be edited*

Okay my biggest self indulgent one is a full fledge story. It's a f1driver!oc. This one I love to work on but it's a very detailed story. character is fully written out (name, age, ethnicity, backstory, family) I didn't give her a romantic lead yet, she has 4 drivers pinning for her. The way I would release this is not in timeline order, just little blurbs here and there to build the story and imagines to progress the story. if you are interested in seeing this lmk. I always add new things everyday.

[honeydippedfiction]

🌸- Fluff 🔥-Smut/Sensual 💔-Angst 📸-SMAU

Imagines

Coming Soon

Headcanons

Coming Soon

Series

Coming Soon

[puckinginsane]

Hanging by a Moment Updated

Chapter 11 : I am so screwed

Wattpad

ao3

I forgot I still have a few prewritten chapters in the bank for this.

[hockey-x-imagines]

after disappearing for a while.. i’m back and requests are open ☺️

[linskywords]

A thought thats been bouncing around in my head:

Sid takes it upon himself to meet with the subs of the league when they're first drafted. Sure no one is really "out" but Sid has been at this for so long he can tell what he's looking at when a soft spoken guy who thinks his only option is to put the team on his shoulders comes along.

So when Mack comes along, Sid does the same thing he's always done: invite them out for dinner under the guise of a veteran offering advice. But really it's Sid subtly-not so subtly giving them the lay of the land. Advice like "guys are going to say shit on the ice. You can't say anything" "you can't act soft when you get thrown into the boards. It will only make it worse."

He did it with both of the Connors. He did it Nolan.

And he gives a lot of sub-adjacent advice. It's an elephant in the room and most guys will stick their head in the sand if Sid calls a spade a spade, or in this case, a sub a sub (Connor McDavid is a prime example).

Mack listens earnestly and seems genuinely interested in what Sid has to say. But when he starts to give him the standard "you have to be careful on how you take care of your....needs off the ice" talk to Mack, imagine his surprise when Mack goes "oh yeah! No problem there. Smitty and I help each other out. No big deal. So what about power play units-"

And Sid has to try not to choke on his soda. He thought he's heard every excuse under the sun but Mack casually admitting to subbing with his teammate? Former rival? Whatever they are.

And for a moment Sid feels a pang of jealousy. Mack will never know the crushing pain you feel when you go too long without subbing. He'll never know what it's like to feel like you can't have hockey AND be a sub. And maybe deep down underneath it all Sid wonders where he'd be if he didn't have to take all that time off to go through sub withdrawal.

(Hi it's me previous anon! Back with another continuation of the rambles!) Before he met Mack, the most surprising meeting he had was with Connor Bedard. It went like it usually does: inviting the rookie out to dinner under the excuse of "giving advice". They barely had placed their order before Connor is lowering the menu and asking point blank: "how do you sub in the NHL?" It shocks Sid like a punch to the nose. More often he's used to tip toeing around it. But not only did Connor immediately figure out what the dinner was really about, he also (which terrifies Sid) called Sid out for being a sub. Suddenly, the insecure urge that plagued Sid for his first 5 or so years in the league rears its ugly head. Connor goes back to flipping through the menu and asks "did you need a minute" and Sid hysterically can't figure out if Connor was talking about dinner or the bomb he just dropped. (Side note: Connor actually had no intention of rocking Sid's shit like that. He knew Sid was a sub. Not because he heard some nasty rumor. But because he saw the same mannerisms in Sid as he does in himself. And because Connor is a sub, that must mean Sid is a sub too. Everyone has told Connor his main job his first year is to learn. And, well, doesn't this count as learning?)

Aaaaah I love this as a potential future for the WYL 'verse! It's giving major vibes of my Jamie Benn/Joe Pavelski wandering heart story, with the whole "wait hang on do the kids think it's safe to be gay now??" thing Jamie and Joe wrestle with. The times really are changing, and that's great for the old guard to see, and also a little traumatic. It underlines how unnecessary their own suffering was, even if it was unavoidable at the time. It's great that the world is changing, but if it could change for these kids, why couldn't it do it a little bit sooner, for them?

[sergeifyodorov]

Hi cody which of the big names (or lesser known guys that are your blorbos) do u think will play for their team for their entire career and who do u think will leave? Tampa bay is on my hit list for dropping stamkos like that

ohoho this one is FUN... everyone is my blorbo im gonna go through every team and See...

the biggest difficulty in making this list is that like inevitably b/c of the Inevitable Passage Of Time the babies grow up and sometimes they grow up into like. diff ppl... like i imagine rn the sharks and hawks respectively want mack and bedsy to be with them for life... but is that Happening? it's too early to say ... bedsy seems like he might though. he's goodcanadianboy enough.

boston bruins: marchand and pasta are 100% lifers... mcavoy seems like they want him to be a lifer but he hasn't made up his mind yet.

buffalo sabres: if they make the playoffs within the next five years (BIG IF) then i can see one of power or dahlin sticking it out. but at this point i'm pretty sure the only thing that can save the sabres is a serious exorcism and i mean a SERIOUS one so i doubt this'll happen in truth

detroit red wings: larkin. duh.

florida panthers: barkov

montreal canadiens: n/a. see buffalo sabres but replace "power" with "caufield" and "dahlin" with "slafkovsky" . i mean i guess you can put arber on that list but mostly because his career isn't gonna be that long probably

ottawa senators: the one and only THOMAS CHABOT

tampa bay lightning: i WOULD have said stamkos until this offseason... fucking crasy... ok anyway here's my juice: vasy's back injury/surgery have meant he is no longer the goalie he was and i doubt he'll command much after this contract is over. i say 50-50 he leaves vs stays as a reasonable backup/tandem guy. kucherov Wants 2 Win and has a much lower tolerance for Bullshit than stamkos, which means if a competitive price is not being paid for him he will Just Leave. victor hedman is going to be a lifer though

toronto maple leafs: morgan rielly is the only one i know in my heart is a lifer, but only because a) jt was already an islander and b) willy and auston will probably play most of their reasonable careers as leafs and then have like 1-3 seasons somewhere else as ancient old men to Cup Chase One Last Time. don't ask about the other guy you know how i feel about jinxes

carolina hurricanes: n/a

columbus blue jackets: n/a

new jersey devils: n/a... they will try to keep at least 1 hughes but i think we have seen so little of the current devils era (hischier/hughes) that it's hard to say anything about their future atm. can you believe nico was only drafted the year after auston like they haven't gotten off the ground at ALL.

new york islanders: [squints in trying to name islanders]... actually a bunch of lifers looking at it. sorokin. anders lee. barzal if you're nasty. brock nelson. etc

new york rangers: chris kreider FER SURE, igor shesterkin FER MAYBE

philadelphia flyers: see devils re: brink of something new. they're going to try and keep tk forever though

pittsburgh penguins: do i REALLY have to say anything here

washington capitals: Do I Really Have To Say Anything Here

chicago blackhawks: was about to make another bad seth jones contract joke here before remembering he's already played on a different team. no further comment

colorado avalanche: natemac has made it pretty damn clear he wants to stay an av forever, because sidcros stayed a penguin forever. do what you will with that information

dallas stars: jamie benn definitely, but everyone else is too young to say something about or has been on other teams already. good luck with your jrob21 contract negotiations stars front office You Will Need It

minnesota wild: ...jared spurgeon...?

nashville predators: did you guys know puckpedia has the preds abbreviated as NAS and they're ahead of the devils. crazy. anyway roman josi and juuse saros are gonna be preds for life, and probably filip forsberg too

st louis blues: vlad tarasenko IN MY HEART...

winnipeg jets: hellebuyck and schiefele fer sure

anaheim ducks: because they've been trying to trade him for a decade and have been unsuccessful yet: john gibson

calgary flames: n/a

edmonton oilers: nuge + mcdrai also

la kings: doughty + kopi

seattle kraken: n/a

san jose sharks: logan couture

vancouver canucks: my hot take is nobody because quinn hughes is going to pull a mark giordano or jason spezza or perhaps even a chris tanev and play the last couple years of his career as a leaf. petey is gonna slut it up somewhere else later, brock is straight up going to leave as a ufa OR sign a short bridge and then leave as a ufa, and jt miller was a ranger

vegas golden knights: n/a

[gildedmuse]

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I'm always happy to be proven wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

AD Fan: Agree to disagree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shutth3puckup]

Do you have any current WAG that exhibited this behavior of following multiple players before getting your own? Considering the WAGS that are assumed for the public, we can see the pattern of just following other wags and some players related to your spouse, such as very close friends and etc... I imagine that fangirl behavior can be judged

Didn’t Kate (Seguin’s fiancé) try with one of his teammates or a player in a different sport?

Jessica (Jamie Benns fiancé) used to hook up with Matthews. Emma MacDonald apparently was called a “bike” because everyone got to ride her (such a horrible name, I do not condone it). There definitely are girls that wanted to be a wag and would hookup with multiple players hoping one of them wanted to date.

A few players have even come out and said that they hate being asked about hockey outside the rink, so the best way to get their attention is to literally talk about anything else. And Wags are very hesitant to let girls in so it would be hard for one to get in if they were a crazy fan girl. I feel like players and other wags are pretty good at detecting those kind of people.

[toasttt11]

missed you

May 18, 2022

Livia rubbed her eyes leaning her head off the glass of the plane window. She was heading back home after the Stars had gotten out of the playoffs during game seven.

She was excited to be home and she did just get to see her parents and brother as they came out to see a few of her playoffs games but she was most exicted to see her best friend Wyatt, as she hasn’t seen him since she played in Toronto in March but that was the only time she saw him since she left for Dallas in September. It’s the longest they have ever went of not seeing each other.

Livia had seen Luke in January when she played the red wings but she only saw him that once since August.

Livia also hasn’t seen her two best friends together and the three all being together in a long time and she truly misses the days she saw them everyday and spent all day together, she misses her boys and facetime can only do so much.

Livia stood up as the plane as landed and threw on her back pack and purse and grabbed her suitcase from the overhead and walked down the aisle of the plane.

She had a hoodie on and a hat so no one was recognizing her, while she does love the fans but she’s not the biggest social person so it’s not something she loves all the time.

Livia walked through the airport and to the pick up lot where her parents told her they would be. She looked over and her mouth dropped in shock as she realized they weren’t here to pick her up but Wyatt was.

“Livy!” Wyatt grinned widely seeing his best friend and the girl he’s been in love with since the first day of kindergarten.

Livia let out a giggle and hurried over to him she dropped her suitcase handle and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Wyatt’s hands automatically wrapped around her and spun them around both of them laughing happily.

Wyatt gently set her back down on the floor and she looked up through her lashes and Wyatt was just in awe, he has always known she’s absolutely beautiful but she seems to get more beautiful every time he sees her.

“Hi.” Livia beamed at her best happily, her nose scrunching from her smile being so wide.

“Hi.” Wyatt happily chuckled out just staring at her with a large smile.

Wyatt gently pulled her into another hug, “I missed you Livy.” Wyatt whispered softly resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

Wyatt hated this season and hated playing hockey with out his best friend and it was so odd to play on not be on the ice with Livia, he couldn’t wait till he joined her in Dallas and they get to play together again.

“I missed you too.” Livia softly whispered back, She had missed Luke terribly when he moved away and stopped playing with Wyatt and her but not playing with Wyatt was like playing with out a hand and she hated how there was always a void where she wanted Wyatt to be, she didn’t understand why she misses Wyatt more than she does Luke.

“Come on, let’s get you home Livy.” Wyatt smile couldn’t have left his face since he saw her. He threw his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase. Livia smiled happily leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked and Wyatt leaned down pressing a soft kiss of the top of her head that’s covered from her hoodie.

[jessicafurseth]

Reading List, Spring Sap double edition.

"You begin with what you know, and what you know changes." - Cheryl Strayed

[Image by Katie Benn]

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"On the first day of spring I would forgive anything; the air ...  smells like forgiveness wide-armed enough to raise up all of history’s beloved dead. No one who ever went outside on a spring afternoon could really believe that there aren’t second acts in everyone’s lives." Helena Fitzgerald

"Awe has always been available to us. It’s an artefact of our own attention, rather than a force that emanates from magnificent things. It is perpetually nearby, but we like to imagine that it’s far away, a place that we visit on once-in-a-lifetime holidays, rather than a practice that we can foster across a lifetime. I’ve tended to see it as a frippery, an unnecessary decoration on the edges of experience that I can safely afford to ignore most of the time. I no longer think that’s true. Instead, I think that those vulnerable, ground-shifting encounters like awe, wonder, fascination and mystery are crucial to our survival." [Katherine May, The Guardian]

"I now kindly understand that a world which tells me not to mark my own skin is the world where outside opinion is more important than my choice, and prejudice has been carelessly applied. I believe that a body cannot be deemed inappropriate." [Corrie Foreman]

The Indelible Marks Of Apo Whang-Od, still tattooing at age 106  [Audrey Carpio, Vogue Philippines] ... and her apprentice, Grace Palicas, on Instagram.

Tattoos are about change [Rachel Jepsen, The Cut]

"I agreed that something needed to give. I disagreed that the something needed to be my work." Excerpt from 'You Could Make This Place Beautiful' [Maggie Smith, The Cut] ... and in response, this incredible Twitter thread solicited by Isabel Kaplan, with stories of relationships which are the opposite.  

Pet-Custody Agreements Are a Bad Idea [Ines Bellina, The Cut]

"I had sought permission my entire life to make choices; I had been well-behaved and studious as a youth, jumped through all the required hoops – academic, extracurricular and otherwise. But freedom was to be explored and exploited, I had now decided. These travels taught me that moving around wherever I liked was possible. And that I was always at home as long as I had a few necessary items: a journal, some blue jeans, a few ducats and, most of all, a sharp mind." Lessons from a life on the move [Jami Attenberg, The Guardian]

"'I think there’s probably a misconception that the more you plan, the less joy you get from something,' Johnson said. Sure, some of her favorite days are the unplanned ones, she said. But she’s found that those sorts of days can only be fully appreciated if you’re already created the space — and gotten the things done — to enjoy them." The case for planning your free time" (at least a little) [Madeleine Aggeler, The New York Times - this is a free link]

PSA: Some airlines will sell you a "couch" on long haul flights - that's three seats in a row in Economy at a price that's actually affordable, so you can sleep flat. This is potentially game-changing.

Why are we so fascinated by super-organised homes? [Amelia Tait, The Guardian] 

“I don’t know what I think except that I don’t think any of us has to have a firm opinion about what it means to be a woman.” On a hysterectomy [Anna Holmes, The New Yorker]

To Accept My Chronic Condition, I Needed to Grieve the Life That Could Have Been [Carolyn Todd, SELF]

"Elements of my character I used to think of as my personality are gone: intense sentimentality, worrying about everything, moroseness. So what is personality, and what is symptom?" Who Am I Without My Depression? [Imogen West-Knights, Vogue]

Name and shame, a column by Emma Forrest [The Guardian]

Shades of grey in Bilbao [Juan Navarro, The London Review of Books]

The people who still use a London A-Z map [The Londonist]

"I always felt [Nemesis] was a missed opportunity to create a story and play a story line that had a fitting and proper conclusion to it. None of us knew that was going to be our last outing. So there was always, at least for me, a sense of a missed opportunity, something unfulfilled. That ship had sailed. Two decades have passed. I had long since given up on any hope of a conclusion as satisfying as this one is." - LeVar Burton ‘Star Trek: Picard’ Gets the ‘Next Generation’ Band Back Together [Sopan Deb, The New York Times]

Patrick Stewart will look great forever [Caity Weaver, GQ]

The peerless Natasha Lyonne on what surprises her, at 43: "The only surprise is how false the bill of goods is that we’re sold as young women. We’re supposed to be terrified of anything after 17 or 21. So it’s a revelation to discover what a lie that was. The truth of the matter is, it’s way better over here. I’m sure any woman in her 40s is gonna tell you, that’s when it all starts clicking, because you get to let go of so much concern about what other people think, and you get to focus on what you care about. And, of course, life being that funny karmic beast that it is, as soon as you let go of certain things, those are the very same things that come to you."

[trmediabd]

Radiating brilliantly: Dallas Stars Pattern News

Presentation: Trmediabd

The Dallas Stars, a notable group in the Public Hockey Association (NHL), stand out enough to be noticed for their capable play and intense fan base. The group has gathered media consideration as of late with a scope of charming progressions and patterns. The Dallas Stars have drawn profound respect from hockey fans all around the world for their endeavors both on and off the court. We will analyze probably the main pattern news including the Dallas Stars in this blog entry.

1. Resurgence on the Ice: In late seasons, the Dallas Stars have waken up on the ice, exhibiting their capacity to be an impressive power in the NHL. The Stars have demonstrated they can contend at the most elevated level thanks to a crew loaded up with exceptional players like Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin, and Miro Heiskanen. The Stars are a group to watch out for in the NHL because of their brilliant goaltending, remarkable guarded play, and hostile capability, which have pushed them to different noteworthy season finisher runs.

2. Initiative Support: The Dallas Stars have focused on reinforcing their center of pioneers. Jamie Benn, a forward for the Stars, was chosen the group's commander in 2021 to pay tribute to his responsibility, ability, and ability to propel his partners. Benn's initiative has given the group solidness and a triumphant mentality, particularly with the assistance of substitute skippers like Tyler Seguin. The progress of the group and the improvement of a strong group climate have both been incredibly impacted by their initiative, both on and off the ice.

3. Embracing Variety and Consideration: The Dallas Stars have driven the charge in propelling variety and incorporation among hockey fans. They have put forth extraordinary attempts to lay out a cordial air for observers and competitors from all foundations. The crew has forcefully upheld crusades like Hockey Is For Everybody, which support variety and lower hindrances to wear cooperation. Fans have embraced the Stars' devotion to variety and comprehensiveness, which has made areas of strength for them of change in the hockey business.

4. Local area Commitment and Charity: The Stars are committed to supporting their area. The group and its individuals play taken a functioning part in various magnanimous tasks, helping associations that help war veterans, youngsters' wellbeing, and schooling. The Dallas Stars have shown their obligation to having a positive impact off the ice by arranging pledge drives, visiting medical clinics, or working with neighborhood gatherings. Their endeavors to include the local area have worked on the connection between the group and its allies.

5. Advancement in Fan Insight: To further develop the fan insight at home games and on computerized channels, the Stars have embraced development. Current innovation has been utilized to make a vivid and energizing game-day climate, including intelligent screens, expanded reality encounters, and cell phone applications. The crew has likewise supported its web-based entertainment presence, drawing in with devotees across channels and posting in the background data, player updates, and selective interviews.These drives have assisted with making an associated and intense fan base.

The Dallas Stars keep on causing disturbances in the NHL with their on-ice ability, devotion to variety and consideration, association in the nearby local area, and imaginative fan encounters. It will be fascinating to perceive how the crew creates from now on and what they keep on having a mean for on the hockey local area. It doesn't make any difference in the event that you're an enthusiastic Dallas Stars ally or simply a hockey fan — the buzz and style around the group are evident.

[puckinginsane]

Hanging by a Moment Updated

Chapter 10 : Sucker. Pathetic. Dumbass.

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[yourfavewriteress]

about that work crush (chapter 11) | jamie benn

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Relentless,” You said.

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

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

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

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

“Well, what do you want?”

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

He rolled his eyes, "Stop."

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

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

“Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, I’ll let Tyler know.”

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

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

"You're coming?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Why?” He asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Have fun.”

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Jamie?” You turned around. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, John,” You smiled. 

“How’s it going?” Jamie asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

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

[myhockeyworld87]

Frisky for a Fight - Jamie Benn

Word Count: 3,250

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Smut

Notes: So watching Jamie Benn fight the other night was just a turn on for me and I ended up writing a little something for it. I decided to use the reader from Ruined, hope you guys don’t care. As always I love to hear your feedback. Happy Reading!!!

(Also not my pic)

You didn’t see the exchange between Zadorov and Dellandrea, only the commentary from the announcers that the young pup had made a hit on the Blackhawk, and then words were exchanged. The television was always on in the training room for you to watch the game if, you weren't on the ramp. You’d been marking down a few things in your charts after taking care of a couple of the guys during intermission, which is why you missed Jamie drop the gloves when play resumed. As soon as you heard them say that, you picked your head up to see the exchange.

You had a love-hate relationship with Jamie fighting, always had. On the one hand, you hated it, because there was always this risk of him getting hurt. While on the other, you found it incredibly sexy. There was just something about seeing him all angry and fired up, that just did things to you, and this fight was definitely doing it to you now. Which was wrong, so wrong. Your panties she should not be getting wet at this moment, but the minute he threw that left uppercut right into Zadorv’s face, you felt your pussy clench.

The fight only last seconds, as the refs came in and broke it up rather quickly after that. You watched Jamie, skate over to the penalty box taking off his helmet, pushing his hair back once he got in, giving you a chance to see what the damage was to his face. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any, but you wouldn’t be able to tell until the second intermission which was a while away. There was no point in making yourself suffer, so you headed up towards the bench to see if you could get a closer look without seeming to be hovering over him.

You stood there on the runway, leaning against the wall arms folded as you waited. Jamie saw you staring, could tell by your stance you weren’t pleased that he’d got into another fight, though it was the first of the shortened season. He knew he’d be in for an earful the second the period ended. You kept staring at him over there in that box, all the while Jamie was fretting. Not about dealing with Bones, he knew his coach wouldn’t give him too much hell, but you; you were a different story and the last person he wanted to displease.

When they finally released him and he skated over to the bench to the sound of sticks taping once again cheering him on, you were able to assess the damage. He looked good, nothing seemed to be bruising or swelling, though he should probably get some ice on those knuckles; just for preventative measures. Jamie's eyes darted around to all his teammates before they laid square on you. His signature puppy dog's eyes coming out to tell you he was sorry. You simply shook your head and made your way back to the training room.

Bones talked to guys briefly after the second period before you went in. “So how bad are you?” you asked, grabbing his hands to see the damage. There were a few scraps but nothing that was bleeding or needing attention.

“I’m fine.” He snipped back, earning a disapproving glare from you. He could fight all he wanted with them, but he would not be picking one with you.

“I can see that,” you retorted. “Put some ice on those before they swell.” The guys went about their usual intermission break, making changes here and there with plays, and pointing out weaknesses they could try and capitalize on. All while guzzling Gatorade and something to give them a bit more energy in the third. Everyone started to filter back to the bench as the reprieve was over while Jamie lingered behind.

“Sorry I was snippy before. I just thought you were going to yell at me for fighting.”

“As long as you’re not hurt. I have no need to yell.” You shrugged off the matter, not wanting to get into how the whole thing actually made you dripping wet. He turned to head back down the ramp and out to the bench, a sulking look on his face as if he didn't believe that you were mad at him. "Jame," you yelled out, making sure there weren't too many prying eyes around before you grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth. "I'm not encouraging you to fight again, but I was very turned on by that punch to Zadorov's face." You couldn't let him go back out on the ice in a brooding mood, or he'd definitely be dropping the gloves in the third.

"Really?" His eyes perked up, and there was a distinct sparkle to them. One that you'd seen many times as before right before he ripped your clothes off, though that wouldn't be happening here.

"Yes, but if you do it again; you won’t be finding out exactly how wet I am,” you whispered, before swatting at his padded ass. “Now get back out there, captain.” The smile on his face told you, that you didn’t need to worry about him fighting the rest of the game, as he made his way back onto the ice; a little more pep in his step than before.

For the rest of the game, Jamie seemed to behave himself. There might have been an unnecessary check here and quite possibly a shove that wasn’t needed there, but at least his fists weren’t flying into anyone’s face. The game didn’t end how they hoped, as the Stars fell to Chicago. After a few words from coach, some of the guys, including Jamie, headed over to do media. You saw him roll his eyes at having to sit through what he considered the worst form of torture. It was even more so that, now that he knew how turned on you were after his fight. He was definitely distracted as the reporters fired off a few questions, little did they know where his mind actually was.

You finished cleaning up the training room, letting the athletic trainers go early as you waited for Jamie to finish up. He was just finishing buttoning up his shirt when you walked into the locker room. He spied you and his hands immediately stopped, leaving a good four buttons hanging undone. “So you found that little fight sexy, eh?”

There was no one else in the locker room as everyone else had left. So, you were free to saunter up to him and slide your hands up his torso until you could feel his exposed chest. “I’ll admit it was kind of hot.”

“Just kind of?” He grabbed your waist, pressing your body intimately to his where you could feel his erection.

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.” His eyebrows lifted at your suggestion, while his hands roamed down the cheeks of your ass, gathering the fabric of your skirt as he went. It was nothing new for the two of you to get a little frisky when no one else was around. Jamie admitting once that he always wanted to have sex on his locker stall, was all it took to make that fantasy a reality, and while it didn’t happen often, it had happened a couple of times.

His hands worked the globes of your ass, the cool air hitting them as he hiked your skirt up to your waist. Fingers shifting, you felt him move to your core, where you knew he’d find your panties moist. “Fuck baby, have you been this wet since the second?”

“Uh huh,” you moaned before kissing him hard. To your surprise, Jamie moved his hand away and started shimming your skirt back down your lips. “Aren't we…” He didn’t let you finish, just grabbed your hand and headed out of the locker room. You knew you weren’t headed to the car, as he left his jacket hanging. “Where are we going?”

“I’m feeling frisky tonight.”

“I gathered that when you dropped the gloves.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at you.

When he headed up the ramp that led to the bench, you pulled back on his hand. “Everyone’s gone.” He told you, and while you knew that all of the players and coaches weren’t there, there were still people that worked in the arena milling about. “Come on babe, trust me. Unless you just want to wait until we’re home?” His free hand, snuck between your thighs, letting his fingers dance along your folds.

You moaned in frustration. There wasn’t really a choice here. “No, I don’t.” The minutes the words were out of your mouth, he had your feet moving again. The arena was dark, except for the emergency lighting that dimly lit up the place. Shockingly, he opened the door to the ice though and stepped out onto it.

He picked you up and carried you across to the penalty box before you could even ask where you were going. “I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you here all third period. I’d like to say overtime too, but I was trying to concentrate on the game then.” You laughed, the sound echoing through the building, which made you immediately quiet again. “Thought we could actually do some sinning in this bin.”

He set you down inside the box first before coming behind you and closing the door. The wicked gleam in his eye matched the smirk on your face and the next thing you knew he was shoving you up against the glass, his mouth hot and heavy on yours. Your hands scrambled to undo his shirttails, while he shoved your jacket off your shoulders. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips and on your neck as they made their way down to your breasts. Jamie sucked on a perk nipple through the fabric of your blouse; your back arching into him.

You were so lost in the sensation of his lips that you didn’t realize the loud moan that escaped you.  “Shh,” Jamie hushed before capturing your lips with his. Regaining some of your senses, you quickly undid his belt buckle, before sliding the zipper of his pants down. If you were going to do this you might as well, live out a little fantasy of your own. You pushed back on Jamie’s chest, causing him to pull back in question.

“Since we’re sinning. There’s a little something I’ve always wanted to do to you here.” Pushing both his pants and boxers down to his knees, you backed him up to the bench, where he sat only hours ago for fighting. As you stared over at him earlier your mind had wanted to do one thing and now you had the opportunity. He sat down hard with just a simple push of your hand. His legs spreading immediately, as you sunk down to your knees. You wasted no time, letting your hand drift up his thighs, before guiding his cock into your mouth.

Jamie hissed out his pleasure. His hand threading through your hair as you sunk down on him. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.” You heard his head hit the back of the glass, as he hit the back of your throat. You worked the length of him in and out of your mouth. Part of you wished that the camera that was there was on, recording this. You wanted to see Jamie caught up in ecstasy as you worked your magic on him, but that would have to be for another time. He gathered your locks into a loose ponytail so he could watch you bob up and down on his cock. “Jesus, you look so beautiful.” They were whispered words of praise that went straight to your core.

When you hollowed out your cheeks, his head fell back once again against the plexiglass. It was then that you picked up speed and added a little hum. The vibrations sending Jamie almost spiraling to the point of no return, but he held it together even though his hips lifted off the bench. He was close. You could feel it in the way that his balls tightened under your touch and the way he seemed to almost let go completely. He held on by a small single thread and you knew it was because he didn’t want to spend in your mouth. He wanted to be buried deep inside your pussy when he finally came.

There was both disappointment and relief in his eyes as you released him with a pop; saliva and precum dripping from your mouth. He lifted you off the ground, then brought your mouth to his in a soul-searing kiss. “Fuck baby, you’re so good to me.” His hands worked the fabric of your skirt again, the cold of the ice making you shiver. Jamie hooked his fingers in the strings of your panties and ripped them off your body. You wanted to chide him for being so careless with the lace garment but that sheer animal magnetism of the action drew you to him even more.

You straddled him. Legs on both sides of his hips, as you slowly guided his member to your pussy. The feel of him deep inside you was like no other. It was like coming home and yet something new every single time. You’d been wanting this for the last couple of hours and now here you both were, though you hadn’t imagined it quite like this. Slowly, you swiveled your hips, making both you and Jamie hiss out in pleasure. You began to ride building up a rhythm that you both loved.

Jamie took hold of your hips, helping to steady you as you moved. Vaguely, you realized you pressed a hand to the glass behind Jamie and wondered if the imprint would still be there the next game. Would anyone realized that it wasn’t just someone trying to bang on the glass, but instead it was you being carried away in pure bliss as you rode their captain. Jamie brought you back to reality as he slid the v-neck blouse you wore off one shoulder so he could play with your breast. “I just want to rip this off you.”

“Do it,” you hissed out, knowing that he’d buy you dozens more to replace it. It was harder to tear than the panties but then Jamie was a man on a mission, just like he was earlier. His hands tore at the fabric the same ones that had punched Zadorov only hours ago. Now they were gentler, as they cupped your breast, tweaking and playing with the nipple. You threw your head back, only to have his mouth replace his fingers. He sucked on the turret peak then gently bit down. Your hips shot up, as a rush of wetness flooded Jamie’s cock buried inside you.

Suddenly, Jamie’s hands were on your ass and in one fluid motion he lifted you both up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as your back was pressed against the plexiglass; your heels digging into his ass but he enjoyed the bite. You clung to Jamie as he began to pound his cock into you. Foreheads pressed together, all that could be heard in the arena was the two of you panting as you sought that high you both craved. “Come on baby…” Jamie breathed out. “Cum for me.”

He was holding out, waiting for you and with a shift of his hips, he hit that sweet spot and sent you over the plateau. A silent scream was all that you let out as pleasure coursed through your veins. Jamie tucked his head into your neck, as he thrust a few more times before finding his own release. He held you up against the glass for a minute as your breathing calmed. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” You’d forgotten about your heels until he set you down on them, but Jamie’s hands lingered on your hips to steady you. Once you regained your balance, you shimmied your skirt back down, while Jamie righted himself as well. “Where are my panties?” you whispered, only the receive a smirk from Jamie. The dim lighting wasn’t really conducive to finding your clothing, which even if it was ripped you still wanted.

Jamie lightly chuckled before he said, “We could always leave them for someone to find.”

“Jamie!” It was a little louder than you intended but you’d be totally mortified if someone on the team found them laying there.

“Is someone out there?” a voice called out shocking you.

“It’s just me Bill,” Jamie yelled to one of the custodians. “I was looking for my mouthguard.” You looked at Jamie questioningly and he just shrugged, as if it was the best he could think of on short notice. When you looked down embarrassed that you’d been caught, you finally saw your torn panties under Jamie’s foot. You shot down and snatched the garment up and shoved it in Jamie’s pocket. “Found it,” he yelled out to Bill. “I’ll be out of here shortly.”

“No problem Cap.” You heard Bill start to leave only to stop short and turn back around. “Hell of fight tonight, Cap. Hope we get to see some more like that this season. It seems to gets everyone riled up.”

“It sure does,” Jamie yelled back at Bill while grabbing your ass at the same time. “It sure does,” he repeated only this time quieter so only you would hear.

“Don’t even think that this is going to be a little habit, Benn.”

“Aww, come on baby. You have to admit it was fun. I don’t think I’ll ever sit in this box again without having a little smile on my face.”

“Well don’t think that this is some kind of reward for fighting because let me tell you; the first time I’m stitching you up because someone planted a facer on you, I already have your punishment in mind and it won't be anything like this.” You opened the door to the penalty box and waited for Jamie to step out and carry you since you had heels on. Which he did of course.

“What kind of punishment.” He queried as you made your way across the ice.

"That’s for me to know and for you to hopefully not find out.”

“This isn’t going to be like when you tried to get me to stop chewing snuff is it?”

“It worked, didn’t it. You don’t chew that shit anymore.”

“No, because if I did you wouldn’t let me near you.” It was true, every time Jamie chewed snuff you made it a point that sex, including kissing and whatnot was off the table, at least until he brushed, flossed, and rinsed with mouthwash. You weren’t sure what Jamie’s punishment was going to be for fighting yet but it would definitely run along those lines. “What happens if they all end up like this?”

Hmm, well that might be an entirely different story, as you were still ready to continue what you started in the sin bin. “Hmmm, I guess we will have to see if it’s still a turn on when it happens again.”

Jamie came up and grabbed your waist hauling you against him. “I’m more interested if you’re still turned on now.”

“Take me home and let’s find out.”