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about that work crush (chapter 12) | jamie benn

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

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10 | chapter 11

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."

[mourirderire]

NHL Fic Rec list

Hiii!!! I just wanted to share a few fics that really made me feel strong emotions...

Oh and make sure to check the warnings before reading :)

Avalanche:

Four times You Run Into Cale Makar and the One Time He Runs Into You - @kailyn-writes

i miss you like the very first night (Cale Makar) - @mattyanonwrites

Mistletoe Magic (Cale Makar) - @the-penalty-box-imagines

Nothin' Like You (Cale Makar) - @ghstandpucks

Teach Me To Please (Cale Makar) - @pucksalotguys

Annoying Little Brother (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

Apartment 352 pt 1 (Erik Johnson) - @imaginingsoftly

Have My Cake and Eat It Too (Erik Johnson) - @mikkorantanev

Like Father Like Son (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

look what you started (Erik Johnson) - @mattyanonwrites

Only All the Time (Erik Johnson) - @antoineroussel-archive

Overwhelming Light (Erik Johnson) - @burkymakar

the nanny (Erik Johnson) - @holy-pucks

Two Slow Dancers (Erik Johnson) - @hockeywocs

The Turn In Our Relationship (Gabriel Landeskog) - @yourfavewriteress

The Second Time (Nathan Mackinnon) - @wyattjohnston

Till Forever Falls Apart (Nathan Mackinnon & Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys literally heres their whole masterlist i encourage you to read them all

Blues:

Right Under Our Noses (Colton Parayko) - @yourfavewriteress

Bruins:

5 Times the Team Told David He Was in Love + 1 Time he Realized it (David Pastrnak) - @mainlypastrnaksbae

Canucks:

Coach Hughes (Quinn Hughes) - @matsmarts

Midnight Rain (Quinn Hughes) - @babydollmarauders

Milkshakes AU (Quinn Hughes) - @hugheshugs

Devils:

Lies (Jack Hughes) - @nolanmoylee

Kraken:

Four Times His Teammates Said "I love you," and One Time He Did (Vince Dunn) - @blueskrugs

Panthers:

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Matthew Tkachuk) - @raysofcrosby

Wish We Were Older (Matthew Tkachuk) - @sorryjustafangirl

Penguins:

By The Water, Euphoria (Sidney Crosby) - @flashyfucker

Illicit Affairs (Sidney Crosby) - @blueskrugs

Two Little Lines (Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys

Maple Leafs:

What Once Was (Mitch Marner) - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Sabres:

All's well that ends well to end up with you (Tyson Jost) - @mattyanonwrites

[texanstarslove]

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[yourfavewriteress]

about that work crush (chapter 7) | jamie benn

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6

Teaser: “A kiss could work.”

“Hat trick?”

“Yeah, it's when a player scores three goals in a game,” Jamie responded. “Rads had one last night.”

“Oh! That’s why they threw all the hats on the ice?”

Jamie smiled at you, nodding.

“I feel like an idiot for not knowing that when I’ve been here so long,” You pouted. “And for not having a hat to throw in Rads’ honor.”

“Here,” He took his hat off, placing it on your head. “Now, you have one.”

“Yeah, but you want me to sacrifice this for Alex?”

“If you want,” He shrugged.

“Actually, I think you should sign this,” You thought out loud. “The first hat you’re giving me.”

“I’m giving you more?” He laughed.

“Yeah, or I’ll steal them,” She shrugged. “You have too many hats for one person, I’ve seen your closet.”

“And, what were you doing in my closet?” He raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips.

“When you gave me a tour,” You rolled your eyes, slapping his leg lightly. You adjusted his hat on your head, “How do I look?”

Jamie laughed again as you posed. “Amazing.”

“Thank you,” You sighed, looking back at the ice. “I have so much stuff to get done before the month ends.

“How’s that going?” He asked.

“It’s pretty good,” You shrugged again. “I think I’m going to invest in new shoes because after 8 hours, these start to kill.”

“I’m pretty sure no heels were designed for the shifts you pull,” He laughed softly. “I don’t even get how you look this good with the lack of sleep you get.”

You blushed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know, I wish I could put a shield up in front of my face for fifteen seconds every time you say stuff like that.”

“I’d hate that,” He laughed. “You can’t hide from the truth.” You sat in silence for a few moments, your head still laying on him, just enjoying each other’s company.

You had gotten used to that at this point, just being around each other. Jamie couldn’t help but be mesmerized every time he thought abut you.You were everything he could have ever wanted; funny, beautiful, smart, successful, kind, and caring. He had grown to care about you so much in the time since you met, and he sometimes didn’t know what to do with his feelings. 

He didn’t want to scare you off, but he felt like his head would explode if he didn’t make at least one move to show you he was serious about your relationship. He knew he was serious from day one.

You, on the other hand, were a bit of a slow-burner when it came to Jamie. He made you nervous, in a good way, but also in a terrifying way. You were worried that maybe you were reading into things too much. Does he actually like me?, you thought frequently. Could you just take his word for it?

“I really like you. I know I said it when I was drunk that one time but I wanted to make sure you knew for sure,” You admitted after your thoughts became too loud in your head. “If my constant blushing didn’t already make that clear.”

“I really like you,” He responded, nudging your leg with his. He could tell something was on your mind, but he wasn’t sure what. “I hope I make that clear as much as possible.”

“You do,” You nodded. You smiled at him, which comforted him slightly, but he knew they had to have an actual conversation soon about what exactly they were doing.

“So, are you going to let me get you on the ice now?” He asked, shifting the conversation to a lighter one.

“No,” You replied, immediately.

“Why not?”

“Because I would fall and I don’t like to fall.”

“I would catch you,” He said. “Every time.”

“As cute as that is,” You sat up, looking at him. “You guys make the ice look seriously dangerous.”

He reached over, turning his hat so that it was backwards on your head. “I’m not saying I want you to play in one of our games, Sof.”

“I think I could score a goal or two if you guys let me in the game, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Jamie, absolutely not,” You laughed, a sound Jamie found himself hearing a lot more recently. “I can’t even skate.”

He watched you closely as you grinned at him, your eyes sparkling. “I am a pretty good teacher.”

“Ugh,” You groaned. “I don’t have skates.”

Jamie tensed at the sound you made, feeling it everywhere. Physically, all the time you had been spending together was beginning to take a toll on him. 

He found himself getting more touchy with you as the time went on, but he knew never to take it too far. You had gotten comfortable holding hands and leaning on each other, but had also managed to keep your action out of the bedroom.

While Jamie knew exactly what he wanted, which was you, you had the struggles of maintaining your professionalism in your workplace. As an employee of the franchise, and one of very few women working closely with the team, you knew she had to be careful with how quickly things moved along with Jamie.

However, you knew that there was something about your relationship with him that calmed you in her stressed moments. You could always think of him, and while it caused butterflies in your stomach, he reminded you of home. Every time you hugged, you always felt as ease. You knew that no matter what happened, you could count on Jamie to be there for you.

“Lucky for you, we have access to an entire hockey rink, which may or may not have extra skates for you,” Jamie teased, ignoring the sudden tension in his body. “I’m going to have a solution to everything you say.”

Attempting your best pout, “So, there’s absolutely no way that I can get out of this?”

“Hmm,” He hummed. You watched as his eyes dipped down your face, “A kiss could work.”

You didn’t have to think before leaning over and pressing your lips to his. He responded almost immediately by grabbing your face in his hands, pulling you closer. You’re at the rink, he had to remind himself. He really wanted to kiss you, along with some other things, but he also knew he wanted to have a conversation first due to your current working arrangements.

Some days he wished there wasn’t the added complication of seeing you mostly at work, where his teammates could chirp him for being soft. And he hated your workload, that had you tired almost every day with hardly any free time.

But, he still cherished moments like this, where he was allowed to show you how much he liked you and wanted to be with you. And, he hoped he could be able to express that on your planned date later that night.

“Aw, you guys,” You and Jamie pulled away from each other to be met with a smirking Tyler on the ice. “So wrapped up in each other that you didn’t even notice me come out. How cute.”

“You are the definition of annoying,” Jamie said, before looking back at you. “Can I walk you back to your office?”

“Yes,” You nodded, standing up. “Bye, Tyler.”

“Bye, Y/N.” He laughed. “Tell your boyfriend to be nice to me.”

As you turned around to leave, you heard Jamie clear his throat at the same time a loud slap sounded. You turned back to the men, raising your eyebrows as Tyler rubbed his shoulder, glaring at Jamie.

“Everything okay?” You asked, slowly.

“He just hi-”

“-Yeah, come on,” Jamie said, placing his hand on your back and gently moving you forward.

“Keep your hands to yourselves, boys,” You said, laughing lightly.

“Wasn’t me,” Tyler said from behind you both. “Tell that to him.”

You continued walking, exiting the rink and falling into stride next to each other in the halls of the arena.

“Are you gonna tell me why you hit him?” You tried not to smile as Jamie rolled his eyes.

“He’s an idiot,” He shrugged.

“Or, because he called you my boyfriend,” You said. Jamie blushed, looking forward as you walked.

“Now, who’s the tomato,” You joked, locking your arm with his. He smiled at the contact, letting out a sigh.

“I told Tyler I was going to ask you today, as in tonight after practice but he jumped the gun,” He admitted. “Which is why he’s an idiot and I can’t tell him anything.”

“Ask me now,” You said, shrugging slightly. You were certain he could hear the thundering of your heart as you spoke, and took your chance to unlock your office door.

Jamie looked down at you, “Now?”

“Yes, now. What’s a couple hours difference?” You shrugged again. He smiled at your response, pulling you into your office.

“Do you wan-” You cut him off by kissing him. He didn’t even have to ask, you knew your answer. What you had with Jamie was something you had never experienced before, complete safety with a lot of physical attraction. 

“Yes,” You mumbled against his lips. “Obviously, yes.”

“Good,” He smiled. “Are we still on for tonight? Even though you forced me to ask you now instead of later?”

“Yes, we’re still on,” You said, looking up at him. He pecked your lips again, wrapping his arms around you. You stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of each other, especially now since you had a label for what you were.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Jamie finally said, pulling back enough to look at you He searched your face, grinning when he saw the redness of your cheeks. 

“What?” You basically whispered, his stare suddenly exciting every nerve in you body.

“You’re beautiful,” He responded, his eyes finding yours again. “And, I’m kind of shocked that you’re mine, but I’m fucking lucky.”

You shook your head, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips, “I’m the lucky one. Haven’t you heard all the girls cheering for you every night? That’s not just for your skills on the ice.”

He laughed, “Whatever.” Sighing, Jamie squeezed you one last time in his arms before pulling away. “Okay, for real now, I’ll see you later before Segs thinks we’re up to something.”

Would that be so bad?

chapter 8

[yourfavewriteress]

rocky road | jonathan toews

Teaser: “We gotta figure this out because I don’t want to keep fighting you every single day.”

Jonathan and I were currently in the middle of a rough patch. The Blackhawks weren’t doing as well as expected this late in the season. The transition from winter to spring was having its effects on my mood and migraines. Work is killing me everyday to the point where I hardly do anything once I get home except shower and get in bed. To top it all off, Jon and I have barely talked in almost two weeks, aside from the frequent bickering.

We have never been the couple that fights excessively. Jon isn’t the type to go back and forth over something small and petty. He doesn’t like to argue, he likes to talk. Whenever we crossed the line from having a conversation to bickering, Jon always suggested a pause to refocus the conversation and come to an agreement. Yet, lately our fights have been getting less conversational, and more unproductive. 

The one thing that attracted me to Jon the most when we first met was how quiet and driven he was. He was a man in all aspects of the word and I loved that. While I dealt with the stresses of my job, Jon knew that I couldn’t be the trophy wife that many guys in the NHL desired. Although his job is a priority for him, my own job is a priority for me. I never felt like I was taking care of him, or him taking care of me. We were partners who have mastered scheduling their lives around each other, and the condo we had moved into seven months ago. 

When I brought up our current relationship situation with my friends, they assured me that we were simply going through a phase “and, yes, even perfect couples like you guys have them.” I wasn’t unhappy with Jon at the moment, but we have definitely been better. 

As I prepared myself for another day at work, I made my morning coffee and checked over the day’s schedule. While I would be gone until around 7 today, Jon had a busy day until 9:30. My coffee was barely finished before Jon appeared, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hey,” He mumbled, walking towards the refrigerator.

“Morning,” I responded. As I waited, all that could be heard in the kitchen was the coffeemaker and Jon’s movements. I poured my finished drink just as he spoke again.

“Did you turn the thermostat down last night?”

“Is it too cold for you?” I watched as he looked over at me.

“I’m kind of used to it at this point,” He responded.

“I did turn it down before I got in bed, why are you asking?”

“Can we compromise and keep it above 60?” 

“You live here, too, so if that’s what you want,” I shrugged.

“You really don’t have to be like that,” He sighed. “I’m just asking.”

“I’m not being like anything, Jon. Maybe you’re reading into things a little too hard.”

“You hog the blankets, which I don’t mind because I know you don’t do it on purpose. But it felt like the North Pole last night and I don’t want to get sick.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. We cannot let the star captain get sick when he has hockey to play,” I mumbled.

“Y/N,” He ran his hands over his face. “We gotta figure this out because I don’t want to keep fighting you every single day.” I didn’t say anything and Jon closed the fridge and looked at me. “You have to realize we can’t even talk to each other without arguing, right?”

“Mhm.”

“And, you don’t see that as a problem?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that? I asked you a week ago to talk yet here we are.”

“I had a game that day,” He defended. “I had to focus on that.”

“I’m happy that you so boldly point out that hockey comes before me, especially when we’re both going through a tough time. But, what about the next day? I’m pretty sure you had two days off and we still haven’t talked.”

He looked down at the counter, “Hockey doesn’t come before you, you know that.”

“Say that to me when it’s actually true. Other than that, don’t lie to my face,” I grabbed my cup, moving towards the hallway. “I have to get ready for work.”

I walked back to our bedroom, going straight to the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I turned the shower on, beginning to get undressed. I sipped my coffee slowly as I let the water heat up.

As mature as I was, I knew I had my moments where biting my tongue would have been the better option. I would absolutely be respecting Jon’s wishes about the temperature of our room, because it was our shared space. But, he didn’t have to know that yet. Especially when I have already told him he could change the thermostat whenever he was uncomfortable.

I showered and brushed my teeth quickly, wrapping my towel tightly around my body. I exited the bathroom to see Jon buttoning his shirt. He looked up when I entered the room.

I moved to my walk-in, grabbing my clothes for the day. Rushing myself to get dressed, I stumbled around the closet for a few minutes. When I walked out, Jon was fully dressed, reaching into his bag.

“I’m not gonna be back tonight til after 8,” He said.

“I know,” I responded, brushing through my hair.

“Make sure you actually eat today,” He said, followed by the zipping of his bag. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.” I did my best not to frown as Jon walked out of our bedroom. 

In the past two weeks, I could count on one hand the amount of affection that we’ve shown each other. We used to kiss or be touching each other in someway at all times. But now, the only time Jon was within three feet of me was when we were in bed. I guess that’s a plus, that we still sleep next to each other. I would be lying if I didn’t notice the deliberate space between us under the covers, though.

As the front door closed behind Jon, I continued getting ready for work. Until I had to stop. 

Washing my coffee cup in the sink, I felt the familiar sensation in my eye and head, signaling the migraine to come. I groaned to myself, pausing to down a full glass of water. 

At the on-site of migraines, I always had a decision to make. I could either one, power through it and continue on with my day or two, call it and get back in bed. The frequency of my migraines increased with stress so I wasn’t surprised as my left temple began to pulse. Looking at the time, I had over an hour before I had to be at my desk and thirty minutes to leave our condo. Already feeling nauseous, I decided that today would be the day that I called it. I would have all day to recover, with Jon being gone, and I could get a much needed break from work and the world. 

After calling my boss and explaining the situation to her, she agreed before I even finished. Annoyed at the fact that I was already dressed and basically ready to go, I changed back into sleep clothes. I didn’t realize until I walked past the mirror that my sleep clothes consisted of one of Jon’s shirts and a pair of his boxers as shorts. 

Forcing myself to eat, I made a small breakfast of eggs and toast before climbing back under the covers in our dark room. In the past, I made sure to tell Jon when I was experiencing a migraine so that he knew. I wasn’t sure if it was anger towards him or my sleepiness but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. No message to Jon. 

I spent the day in bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Other than to use the bathroom, I stayed under the comforters as the sun set that afternoon.

I assume I slept through the entire day as I awoke to movement in Jon’s closet and the light on. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust my eyes after them being closed for basically over 12 hours. Jon walked out his closet and I watched as he looked around the room, his eyes landing on me.

“Hey,” He said, noticing that I was now awake. He moved closer to my side of the bed, crouched down so we were at eye-level. If my head hadn’t of been hurting, I would have noticed how close he was for the first time in awhile. He searched my face, “Are you okay?”

“I have a migraine,” I mumbled. 

“Did you eat?”

“A little,” I responded.

“You know you have to eat more than a little,” He said, standing up. “I’m gonna change and then I’ll make you something.”

“You don’t have to,” I sighed. “I’m sure you’d probably prefer to not be around me right now.”

“Not responding to that,” He called from his closet. “I always want to be around you, no matter what’s going on.”

I turned over in bed, pulling the covers back over me. “That sounded like a response, Jonny boy.”

The nickname slipped out before I could even think about it and when I looked back at him in his closet, he was smiling softly. I looked away just as I felt a smile creep onto my lips. It was the first time in a few days that our expressions towards each other were anything but annoyance or indifference.

“Can you see okay?” He asked after a few moments.

“Yeah, the aura went away a couple hours ago.”

“And, your head?”

“Pounding,” I said, simply. I heard Jon sigh before I felt his hand on my leg.

“Do you want to come downstairs to the couch?”

I nodded, moving to sit up. “How was practice?”

“Fine,” He shrugged. “Can we talk later though? I’ve been thinking a lot today.”

“I was being a bitch earlier, I’m sorry,” I admitted. “It was a simple request.”

“I’ve been an asshole for two weeks,” He responded. “This morning was nothing compared to that.”

He moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hockey is tough right now, I get that. We’ve been through this before, Jon. Work is kicking my ass, too, and it’s overwhelming,” I said. “I don’t know why we’re clashing so much but we know how to communicate. I know how to talk to you and you know how to talk to me, but…”

“...But, we're still fighting,” He finished, nodding.

“I know I can be a lot, and you have to worry about not only me but your team, too. I can’t imagine how much stress you’re under right now but you have to let me know what you need or want from me. I can’t just keep walking on eggshells while I’m stressed myself. It’s not fair.”

“I know,” He sighed. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away. I don’t ever want you to be walking on eggshells around me. You live here just as much as I do and I’m sorry for everything. I know I can forget to stop bringing hockey home with me every night and I’ve clearly been doing that. I’m not gonna make excuses for it because we already talked about this. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care if you bring hockey home. Obviously, I would like it if I didn’t have to sit through hours of guys slamming into each other on the ice, but I would do it if it’ll be helpful for you. I don’t mind watching hours of hockey. I know it’s a priority for you right now, and I don’t expect that to change. But, we’re a team. I want to help so you’re not beating yourself up every single day.”

He smiled, “I know.”

“It’s not just you, I know I can be better, too. When I’m stressed, I know I can be a handful and a half and you’re an angel for dealing with it. I’m not easy to talk to and you still take care of me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world,” He said. “But, I don’t care how much of a handful you think you are, I love you and that’s not gonna change.”

“I’m just sorry,” I mumbled, looking down.

Jon moved closer, pulling me into his chest. “I think you’re just being nice because your head hurts. I’m equally at fault for this, if not, more.”

I laughed against his chest, immediately regretting it as I was reminded of my migraine.

“I mean it,” I said once he pulled away.

“Okay, so we’re both sorry, and we’re both gonna do better, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” He kissed me and I sighed against him.

“I missed you,” I said. “Even though we’ve both been here.”

“I missed you,” He smiled, pecking my lips again. “But, your head still hurts so dinner first.”

He helped me out of the bed, wrapping his hand around mine as we walked downstairs. 

“I’ll get you some water and bring it over,” Jon said as I sat down on our couch, leaning against the arm. I watched as he dimmed the lights in our apartment, looking over at me to hold up his thumbs in question. “Is this good for you?”

“Yeah,” I laughed softly. “Did you know the lights did that before you showed me this place?”

He nodded, smiling. “Thoughtful, eh?”

“I guess you could say that,” I shrugged. He walked over to me, handing me a glass of water.

“You don’t think I’m thoughtful?” He raised his eyebrows in question.

“I think you’re a sap when you want to be,” I laughed, making my head throb. I flinched, leaning back slightly.

Jon leaned in, pressing his lips to my temple. “Stop laughing at me, you’re making your head worse.”

I puckered my lips to him in response. He smiled, shaking his head while standing up straight. “You’re trying to distract me. I have to get you something to eat and then I’ll kiss you.”

“That’s unfair,” I whined.

“Once you eat, I promise you’ll have my full attention, baby,” He laughed. “So needy.”

“Hurry up, Jonathan. We have a lot of making up to do.”

[yourfavewriteress]

nhl masterlist | yourfavewriteress

**In alphabetical order, by player’s last name.

josh anderson

pda

easy progression

mat barzal

under the circumstances

jamie benn

about that work crush | chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, chapter 12

jack eichel

always a priority

red as a tomato

travis konecny

smiling at strangers

gabriel landeskog 

the turn in our relationship

auston matthews

support

connor mcdavid

check you out | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

colton parayko

right under our noses | intro, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

morgan rielly

stress

tyler seguin

insane

chance for something more | part 1, part 2

matthew tkachuk

jealous friends | part 1, part 2 

jonathan toews

rocky road

tom wilson

fighting

[yourfavewriteress]

about that work crush (chapter 4) | jamie benn

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

Teaser: “So, he’s known that you were going to ask me out this whole time?”

“This is so weird,” You said. “So, you guys get to rent out sections in restaurants just for yourselves?”

“Yeah, just because you don’t watch hockey doesn’t mean the rest of the population doesn’t,” Klingberg joked.

“Hey, I’m not the only human being that does not watch hockey. Almost all my friends don’t either,” You defended. 

“Well, you’re all losers then,” Oleksiak said.  

“Well, I see that you guys are officially comfortable to chirp now,” You laughed. “I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be back.”

You got up from the table, making your way to the bar. You ordered a drink and sat down, waiting for the bartender.

“Are you having fun?” You heard from behind.

You turned in the chair, smiling. “I am. How are you feeling?”

“No, you’re not working right now and you don’t get to ask me about my feelings,” Tyler said, taking the spot next to you.

“That’s kind of why I have this job, I want to know about people’s feelings even when I’m not being paid for it.”

“Well, that’s nice but I have been meaning to ask you something. Off the record,” He said.

“How off the record?” You asked. “I would have to report anything concerning, obviously.”

“No, not like that. Do you ever stop thinking about work?” He raised his eyebrows.

“No,” You laughed. “But, okay, off the record. What’s up?”

“Completely off the record,” He repeated. “Would you date one of the players?”

“I shouldn’t be dating anyone that I have sessions with. Conflict of interest,” You explained.

“Understood,” He nodded. “What about someone you don’t have sessions with?”

Before you answered, you tried to think about the players you didn’t officially meet with. Anton Khudobin. Or Jamie. “Uhm, I’m not sure. I would have to look into it.”

“You really want me to pull this out of you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and Jamie?”

“What about us?” You blushed, but attempted to hide it by furrowing your eyebrows.

“You can’t even hide it, don’t try,” He pointed out. “And, neither can he when he stares at you all time.”

“He stares at me?”

“You guys are so blind to each other, it’s sad,” He shook his head, chuckling. “And, I know he drove you home last week. Changed your car battery?”

“That was innocent!” You exclaimed. “I don’t know how to change a car battery.”

Tyler raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, your reaction isn’t suspicious at all.”

“Okay, off the record,” You said, narrowing your eyes at him because you knew he wouldn’t let this go. “I may or may not have a slight crush. I’m not a liar, so I can say that. However, I still work for the team so I don’t know how that could ever work.”

“If you guys date, isn’t that your personal business?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing.

“It’s not that simple,” You pursed your lips. “But, I’m not sure and I’m not going to look into it just because you claim he stares at me. I don’t really want to look like an idiot.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m his best friend and I know when he pays extra attention to someone, like he does with you.”

“I’ve learned to only take things to heart that come from the source. So, I won’t get my hopes up about a possibility, Tyler.”

“Fair enough,” He smiled, standing up as you got your drink from the bartender.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You rolled your eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Just have a good night,” His smile widened before you went back to the table.

****

You stepped out of the car moving your purse higher up on your shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at the practice, go to bed.”

“No,” Klingberg joked. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, guys,” You waved, making your way into the hotel lobby.

“Hey,” You heard from beside you. You looked over, and up to Jamie. 

“Hi, Jamie,” You said as your hands began to sweat remembering your conversation with Tyler earlier tonight.

“Can I walk you to your room?” He asked.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” You responded. 

“It’s okay, I want to,” He said. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Well, then, you may walk me to my room,” You smiled. You hit the elevator button and looked back at him.

“Did you have fun tonight? I’m sure the captain always has a different experience at these outings than everyone else.”

“Yeah, it was fun,” He shrugged. “It was a nice calm night.”

“Yeah, I was surprised at how calm some of the guys could be. Some, being Rads. I was ordered to be here by Tyler and John so I had no option.”

He laughed, and the elevator doors opened. You stepped in and you hit the 8th button.

“See? It’s not even a hassle, we’re on the same floor.”

“I guess so,” You smiled.

“How’s your busy schedule treating you?” 

You did my best not to blush under his stare in such a tight space. “It’s tiring, to be honest. But, it all feels better when I go to bed.”

He laughed again, “I’m sure.”

You got off on your floor and walked side-by-side to your door. 

“So, there was a reason for me walking you to your room,” He cleared his throat.

“Oh?” You raised your eyebrow. You both stopped at your door and Jamie turned to face you.

“I might be coming out of left field here, I’m not sure,” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He locked eyes with you, “And, I know you work for the franchise, but would you want to maybe go out sometime? Just us?”

You knew that your face was tomato red, and you reached in your bag to grab your key to play it off.

You could literally feel the heat in your face as you tried to formulate a response. “Sorry, I’m trying to play it off, but I am definitely flustered. I wasn’t really expecting this.”

He smiled, “It’s okay.”

“I can usually hide my nerves,” You mentally face-palmed at how honest you were being about being nervous around him. 

“You don’t have to hide anything,” He said. “At least with me.”

“I know, which I guess is why I can’t shut up right now. I would love to go out with you,” You finally said. “But, it just has to stay between us? At least until I figure out if I would get fired for it.”

“You won’t, I checked.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I kind of wanted to make sure I didn’t put you in a bad position. I talked to Coach last week.”

“Last week?” You exclaimed, quietly. “So, he’s known that you were going to ask me out this whole time?”

Jamie nodded, “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t want to waste your time asking if we would get in trouble for it.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s actually nice that you thought about it first,” You smiled. 

“So, just to clarify, you did say yes, right?”

“Yes,” You nodded. “I would really like that.”

“Good, I feel like I can breathe now,” He laughed. 

“Breathe?”

“Yeah, you’re not the only person with nerves,” He teased. “I will call you?”

“Okay, sounds good. I guess I’ll talk to you later then, Jamie.” You unlocked your door as he stepped back.

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

chapter 5

[31miw-inkpsycho]

insane | tyler seguin

Teaser: “I am so fucking into you, everyone here knows except you.”

“Hey,” I heard from behind me. “What’re you doing out here?”

I quickly wiped my eyes, turning around on the bench on Tyler’s porch. “Hey, I was just getting some fresh air.”

“Fresh air? It’s freezing out here,” Tyler said. “And you don’t even have a jacket on.”

“I’m fine,” I responded. Tyler sat next to me, leaning his head back before turning to me.

“Katie said you’ve been out here for a while.” Tyler and I had met almost a year ago when we were both at a hotel in Boston, him for his hockey game against the Bruins and me for a friend’s wedding. I may or may not have mistaken his room for mine which stated a great friendship. When we ran into each once again in the elevator, Tyler would not stop talking. Once we found out that we both lived in Dallas, we exchanged numbers and have been friends ever since.

“Yeah, not really up for a party tonight,” I said, looking back at the sky.

“You don’t have to stay,” He said.

“You asked me to,” I said. “Plus, who’s going to make sure you actually clean up?”

“True,” He smiled. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think you want to hear about my problems,” I let out a laugh.

“I do,” Tyler responded. “If you’ll tell me.”

“I just, sometimes I feel like this period of my life is never going to end.”

“What period?”

“This single, lonely, and miserable period,” I sighed. “Everyone in there is so freaking happy with their partners and I just feel like I’m never gonna get to experience that.”

“Mhm,” Tyler trailed off, urging me to continue.

“For once, I just want someone to like me, and care about me, and make me feel good. Every single person I’ve liked has never liked me back. Not once. I can’t catch a break and I don’t think I ever will,” I mumbled. “I don’t know what it is about me, but clearly I’m the problem.”

“You’re not,” Tyler said.

“You don’t need to make me feel better, I’ll just have to come to terms with it,” I shrugged. “This just really sucks because the one thing I’ve always dreamed of is being in love, and getting married, having kids. Just fucking stupid dreams that this universe just likes to throw in my face.”

“What brought this up?” He asked quietly.

“It never goes away.”

“I didn’t know you felt like this. All the time?” He asked.

“Pretty much,” I nodded slowly, feeling my eyes water again.

“Y/N,” Tyler sighed, moving so that he was facing me on the bench. “I feel really bad for forcing you to come out tonight.”

“Don’t,” I said. He reached up, wiping my eyes.

“But, you’re insane.”

“How?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“You’re not the problem, and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Like I said, Tyler. I don’t need you to feel bad for me or say anything to try to make me feel better. Not everyone experiences happiness.”

“You will,” He said.

“What makes you so sure?”

“You,” He whispered. “There’s no way someone like you is not gonna have someone wrapped around their finger.”

I laughed. “Whatever, Tyler.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because I’m not an idiot,” I responded. “The fact is, I’m 27, and I’ve been single since college. I’ve never once had a guy truly like me for me and want to stick around.”

“So you think.”

“So I know,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’re you talking about?”

“I know you’re oblivious but come on,” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve basically been in love with you since we met.”

“Tyler, what are you even saying right now?”

“That I’m in love with you, and the reason why I forced you to come tonight was so that I could finally grow a pair and tell you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Y/N, I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with the guys you liked, but I am so fucking into you, everyone here knows except you.”

I blushed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you, Tyler Seguin.”

“And I can’t believe you,” He responded. “You are, by far, one of the most well-rounded people I know. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and a fucking catch. I’m not letting you leave until you understand that.”

“You can’t hold me hostage.”

“You know me, and you know I will.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I finally looked back at him.

“Because, we’re friends, and I felt like that’s how you wanted to keep things and I always want to respect what you want,” He started. “But then I couldn’t really stop thinking about you. There have been so many times where I just wanted to facetime you, to see your face and I had to keep reminding myself that we’re just friends.”

“I just told you my biggest insecurity. Do you still like me now?” I joked.

“Even more,” He said. “The fact that you don’t even see how amazing you are baffles me, don’t get me wrong.”

“Tyler, I’m really insecure,” I admitted. “That’s not something you want to deal with.”

“I want to deal with you,” He responded. “And everything about you. I want to be the one who makes you feel how you’re supposed to feel.”

“Tyler.”

“I’m serious,” He admitted. “I know I’m always joking around but one thing that’s not funny is how I feel about you. And I mean that.”

“You ca-“ I started but was cut off by someone from the party.

“-Hey, Tyler? So, um, I think someone might have made a pretty big spill.”

“Of what?” Tyler asked.

“I don’t know,” The guy shrugged.

“Alright, I’m coming,” He said. The guy nodded before going back inside.

“You’re gonna stay right?” He asked me. “So we can talk?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you want to just go to my room? It’s cold out here and no ones up there. you’ll be alone.”

“You don’t mind?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna even answer that because you know what I’m gonna say. Here’s the key.”

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, handing them to me. I stood up, looking up at him.

“I’ll come get you when everyone’s gone, yeah?”

“Okay,” I responded. He stared at me for a few seconds before walking around me.

“I have to go inside or I’ll kiss you in front of everyone.”

I blushed, laughing slightly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

He turned around, stopping in his steps. “What?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged, walking past him.

“Yeah, add annoying to the list of your traits.” I heard from behind me. I turned around to a smiling Tyler.

“See you later.” I made my way upstairs to Tyler’s room, closing the door behind me. I looked around the room and sat on his bed. I have been in Tyler’s room before, but that was when we were just friends, nothing more. At least, that’s what I thought. 

I didn’t know what to think about Tyler. Of course, when we met, I hoped that something romantic would happen, but we got comfortable being friends and hanging out in group settings. We developed a friendship and I thought there was no way someone like him could like someone like me. I mean, he’s a professional hockey player, one of the most popular ones, and I’m, well, me. Nothing special. How the hell could he be in love with me?

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Hi :) can you recommend some good Auston fics or writers?

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