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hockey-x-imagines · 2 years

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Made to Last || Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn Pt. 22

A/N: I'm thinking there's going to be just 1 or 2 more parts to this story unless y'all want more. I definitely cried writing this.

Song Inspo: Made to Last by Issues & You're Not Sorry Taylor Swift

Paring: Tyler x Reader Jamie x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, angst

Word Count: 1216

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Y/N's P.O.V.

Last night you cried yourself to sleep, mourning the relationship you and Tyler once had. You came to a conclusion, whether you and Jamie work out or not, you still have to have this conversation with Tyler. Just the thought of what you're about to tell the man you used to think you were going to spend the rest of your life with guts you. Part of you wishes you could be a chicken shit and do this over the phone. As you wait for the door to open you try to collect your thoughts.

"Y/N now's not really a good time." Tyler's greeting is laced with annoyance. Not exactly the greeting you were hoping for. Though you can't really say you're surprised.

"Tell Nessa to put some clothes on, or tell her to wait. We need to have this conversation, and we need to have it now. I also need to get the rest of my things." Maybe this conversation will be easier than you thought. Rolling his eyes, Tyler steps to the side inviting you in.

"So this is it?" He asks.

"Tyler, I've wasted all this time waiting and hoping you'd come around. I've been giving out chances and every time all you do is let me down. And it's taken me this long to figure it out. You're thinking we'll be fine, because every time you fuck up I come running back, but not this time around. Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. You had me crawling for your love, and it never would've gone away. You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade You can tell me you're sorry, but I don't believe you like I did before. I don't want to hurt anymore. It's not just me I have to look out for anymore. Part of me was hoping we'd work out for our child, but you accusing me of cheating, and you running back to the arms of Nessa the second something seemed off between us is the last straw. So you don't have to worry about the 2 of us anymore. I'm done, we're done. The baby and I deserve so much better and more than you could ever give." You were proud of yourself, not a single tear was shed.

"I'm sorry." That's all he had to say. After 2 and a half years, all he had to say was he was sorry. You had hoped that maybe he would've shown that he still cared, but he didn't.

"You're not, but that's okay. I'm really sorry. I'll grab my things and be out of your hair." You reach in your back pocket and grab the ring he gave you, "give this to someone you really want forever with, not because you feel guilty." With that, you go collect your things.

"What are you doing here?" Nessa hisses. Lovely.

"Don't worry you dumb bitch I'm just here to get my shit and go." You can't see what Tyler sees in her, maybe she's got a pussy of gold. That's the only thing that would be appealing about her.

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Tyler's P.O.V.

"Y/N, before you go I feel like I need to give my side." Right now seemed like the best time to come clean. She's already leaving me, not that I blame her.

"It's not going to change anything Ty, I've made my mind up, and seeing Nessa here just cemented my choice."

"What I have to say is only going to make things worse." I take a deep breath, " I can't tell you why or when but I lost feelings for you, and around that time I started seeing Nessa again. I know it was wrong, but I just didn't see a way out. I figured if I was a big enough dick eventually you would've left me like you're doing now. I really am sorry I thought hurting you was the best option. That being said, you can drop the whole pregnancy facade." The look on Y/N's face tells me I struck a nerve.

"You're a fucking idiot." Is all she had to say before slamming my door in my face. We hadn't been having a lot of sex in the first place with her being stabbed and all, so there was no way she is pregnant with my child. There was a small voice in the back of my head telling me she wouldn't lie about something like that, but I refused to believe her. If I believed her, that makes me an even bigger asshole than I intended to be.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. Maybe Y/N forgot something? She's about the only person I could think of that would knock. To my surprise it's Jamie.

"Why the hell are you knocking?" I ask.

"We need to have a little chat." Something is off in his tone. My gut tells me whatever he's about to say isn't going to be something I like. Stepping to the side I let him in. "I've done a lot of thinking and I feel it's best that I tell you how I'm feeling." What the hell is he talking about?

"Okay? If you're about to tell me what a shitty person I am, Y/N did a pretty good job of that already, and sadly I don't give a shit." There is a small part of me that does feel bad for the shit I've done, but I don't really care.

"I'm glad she did. Tyler you fucked up, bad. But I'm not here to yell at you. I've already told Y/N, but I feel like you deserve to know that I'm in love with her." What. The. Fuck. "I don't know why or when but I'm in love with her. Like I said I already told her, and if she decided to have me, I'm going to treat her right."

"How long have you 2 been fucking?" Logically I know Jamie wouldn't do that to me, but right now I'm not thinking logically. Of all the people I could see Y/N moving on with, I never would've thought it'd be my best friend. I thought she'd leave Texas and I'd never see her again. That's what made this so easy. Seeing her happy and thriving is something I don't know if I can handle.

"You're a fucking idiot. You know better than that. She was or is madly in love with you, she would've never done you dirty the way you've done her dirty. I was happy to sit back and let you two be happy, but you went a fucked up again. So now if she'll let me, I'm going to step up to the plate and treat her the way you should've from the start."

"So you're just going to throw away our friendship over a little bit of pus-," before I could finish my sentence his fist connected with my jaw.

"You are the only person to blame for our friendship being what it is now. And don't you ever talk about Y/N that way. We both know she's more than that." I haven't seen Jamie this pissed since the morning Y/N left the first time.

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puckinginsane · 2 years

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Just a little one shot

Is he the one who got away or the one who left? Is there a difference? What we had was great, when he wanted it to be. He was a little moody and a lot stubborn. Ok, most would say he's a lot moody too. I would have spent the rest of my life with him if he wasn't so scared of finality. It hurt. It hurt like nothing hurt before in my life. It kinda came out of nowhere, but kinda didn't. I noticed him being more distant, but I chalked it up to just him being in one of his moods. He'd want to be alone from time to time and that didn't mean he didn't want me to be around, it just meant he needed his space. I respected that. He was honest with me about that when we first started dating. I admired the fact that he didn't always need me around. I've been with needy people before and I hated it. This was different, though, I'd soon come to find out. He was pushing me away not because he needed his space, it was because he didn't want to fall for me any more than he already did. I wanted more and he wanted to stay the same. I wouldn't have pushed if I knew.

He doesn't go out much, but when he does he goes to the same places. He's a creature of habit and has his comfort zones and rarely goes out of his comfort zone. Avoiding him has been easy because of this. It's not because I've been dwelling on our relationship, I really haven't, but whenever I see him or his name comes up I feel my heart breaking all over again. It's been hard to move on in the sense that I haven't been able to allow myself to get that close to someone again. I can't handle putting my time and effort and emotions and love into someone else, only to get tossed aside. I've been successful at avoiding running into him until today. Right now. This moment.

My heart beats faster as soon as I see him. I can't believe that he's here. So many questions flood through my brain. Why is he here? Is he here with a girl? Does he miss me? Does he ever think about me? Has he seen me yet? Why can't I just turn around and walk away instead of staring at him? Why does he have to look so fucking good? Why can't I just let him go?

Even after a year apart he still makes my heart skip a beat. I want to talk to him, but I know that's a bad idea. Any progress of getting over him would fly right out the window. He looks happy, smiling and laughing with his friend Justin. Of course he's here with Justin. I need to turn around and leave so I can continue to move on from him. My body won't let me, though. He still has that magnetic pull on me. It's like I'm hypnotized, I can't turn away. I can't even look away. He used to be my happy place, my safe place, my home.

I breathe the most dramatic sigh when we make eye contact. Fuck. Neither of us look away. Double fuck. He starts to walk towards me. Triple fuck. I take a deep breath. I can handle this. It's gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. He's just Jamie. That's a lie. There's no such thing as just Jamie. He was my everything and everything doesn't mean nothing so quickly. Not for me, anyway.

As he walks towards me I can hear him telling me "it's over" in my head. Why does it feel as if he's walking in slow motion? He's only on the other side of the room, but it feels like he's 50 miles away. "It's too much." Each reminder of our last conversation is a dagger in my heart. "I can't do this anymore." I try to shake away the memories but I only hear his voice louder. "This isn't what I want." I stood there with my world crumbling around me, trying to find the right words to say to make him stay and ultimately not being able to say much of anything at all. "I have to focus on my career." Maybe I can't do this. Maybe I am not ready to talk to him. It's too late, though, he's standing right in front of me now. "Goodbye."

"Hi." His voice is just as soft as I remember it. He looks happy to see me, I think, maybe that's just what I'm hoping for. There was a time that I knew him better than I knew myself, now I don't know what to believe anymore.

"Hey." I can't believe I am able to speak. I have to take another deep breath to keep my emotions in check. I don't want him to see that he still can affect me this way, even after all this time apart.

"How are you?" He has his hands in his pockets, fidgeting. I don't even have to look to know he's fidgeting.

"Good." That's not a lie. Things are going pretty well in my life, other than not being able to trust myself to fall in love again. He doesn't need to know that. Maybe he does. I don't know. This isn't the time or place to have that conversation, though. "You?"

"The same as always." He looks down at the floor. "It's nice to see you."

I manage to grit out a tight lipped "you too." I'm not sure I mean it.

"You don't have to lie."

"I'm not." I might be.

"Squish, I know you."

I never was good at hiding my emotions from him. He could always read them all over my face. Hearing the nickname he gave me come out of his mouth again actually stings. It once was endearing, affectionate, special.

"Don't…"

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Just don't call me that. I can't…" handle it, finish this sentence, move on with my fucking life.

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. Old habits."

"I should get going."

I start to turn but he reaches out for me and stops me. "No." I look back at him, stunned. He pulls away, realizing that maybe he overstepped a boundary. I'm not his to touch anymore. "I mean, not yet. Please?"

"Jamie, I really can't do this."

"Are you happy?"

I take a beat to think. Am I? I think so. "Most of the time." Just not when it comes to him, or love in general.

"I'm not."

I shake my head. "Please don't do this to me."

"You always wanted me to be honest. I'm being honest. I fucked up."

"And now you have to live with it. Once I'm out of your sight you won't feel that way anymore."

"That's not true. I miss you every day. I kick myself every day for what I did."

"That was you being honest. You don't want me. You're only saying these things because I'm right here in front of you."

He takes his phone out of his pocket. "That's not true. Read my texts with Courts, with Jord. I tell them all of the time." He sticks the phone in my hand, forcing me to hold it. "Read them."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not gonna read them." None of this matters. Too much time has passed. I really need to get out of here.

I go to hand him his phone, but he holds his hands up. "I'm not taking it back."

"Don't be a child."

"I need you to know I'm serious."

"Maybe if you would have said them to me and not them…"

"Would you have believed me?"

I sigh. He's so fucking frustrating. "I don't know." I can't let myself get wrapped up in the hope that we can be together again. I gave up on that hope a long time ago.

"Can we get together and talk?"

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You breaking my heart again, you fucking asshole.”

“I’m sorry. That was dumb.”

“Yeah. It was. I gotta get going. Thank you so much for coming over here and opening up old wounds. It’s been really great.” I’m sure at this point there is steam coming out of my ears. I am livid. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. How dare he?

“I love you.”

“Fuck. You.” It’s a little louder than I wanted it to be. We’re in public. A few people turn their heads to see what’s going on. My face feels like it’s on fire. Before I can escape he grabs my face and kisses me and doesn’t pull away until I feel just how much he means what he’s saying. I hate that I’ve missed the feeling of his lips on mine. I slap him as soon as he pulls away. “I hate you.”

He. Smiles. Which turns me into mush. I could never resist that ear to ear smile that would only come out for me. I can’t help smiling back. I am incredibly mad at myself. It shouldn’t be that easy. I’m mad at him. He’s the worst. I sigh as I look into his eyes, which are pleading with me to tell him I love him back. I can’t. Not yet. He still really hurt me all because he was scared of his feelings. He says it again. “I love you, Squish.”

I shake my head at myself. I can feel my defenses crumbling. I am weak. He makes me weak. “Jerk.”

“Can we get together and talk?”

“Fine.”

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (nine)

ft. Wyatt Johnston

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: eight

next: ten

NOVEMBER 4, 2023

if you're not a stars fan, it's best to convert quickly

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: i finally saw a mason marchment fight live and quinn was also there edition!

after quinn's personal record of three trips to the penalty box night, he decided to be good! this was probably due to the fact that i will fight him over any penalty against the stars (hey, remember when you committed interference against robo on february 27th last season? because i sure do), but we'll pretend it was because he's trying to redeem himself since my baby daddy trevy-z is at zero. the war is strong with these two!

you know who did get a penalty? one of my new besties wyatt "johnny" johnston! his penalty was for holding mikheyev in the second period! (holding penalties aren't ones i hold grudges against, so you're in the clear! but also you do nothing wrong ever, so i wouldn't hold it against you anyways) (p.s. i wouldn't have been mad if you fought garly... i was kinda rooting for it)

other penalties include: (in time order) digi for holding against another new bestie harls, mr. captain jamie benn for hooking soucy which created 39 seconds of 4 on 4, craig smith for hooking friedman, and laffy taffy for hooking wyatt's dad joe pavelski all in the first, esa lindell for cross checking garly, hronek for high sticking my blonde prince roope hintz (he got reprimanded for this), and our two fighting majors between the blue eyed menace mason marchment and ian! (mason got an extra minor for unsportsmanlike behavior) (ian was reprimanded for his hit against matt "dutchy" duchene that started the fight)

my best friend, quintin, pulled a jacky boy and fell over nothing! the conversation between the stars broadcasters went like this:

razor: "he was having a moment back there!"

bogo: "he was playing billiards off the bottom of the net to himself!"

razor: "well, he wiped out first!"

needless to say, i was laughing my ass off when i rewatched this game!

special shoutout to demmer for continuing his perfect win streak against the stars and getting his second shut out of the season! i’m so proud of you @/tdemko35 ! (for those who don't know, he has a 7-0-0 record and just gave otter his first regulation loss of the season :))

quinny, i’m going to publicly say i’m sorry that otter caught every one of your shots on goal <3 and i’m proud of your 25 minutes and 23 seconds of hard work tonight! i love you way past infinity💙 keep it up, buttercup!

p.s. dear wy, harls, and delly, thanks for the great time before the game tonight! i hope you loved your postgame goodie bags! i’ll see you boys december 21st! peace and love, new besties <3 @/t.harley48 @/wyattjohnston_ @/tydellandrea53

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itsnotgray · 3 months

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All about Gianna’s hockey career

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- She plays center like Adam! When they were younger, it was easier to herd the pair to the same lessons, and she fell in love with the postion. However, when she was like 13-14 she tried to play D for a little bit, and found she was fairly adroit in the position, so if need be, she can also be moved to D.

- Her and Adam have always put up similar numbers (aside from their one year at Kimball, where she struggled) but she’s always had to fight 10x harder than adam to even show coaches she’s worth it.

^ The first coach to actually give her an honest chance, that doesn’t judge her off of gender, was Brandon Naurato at Michigan. She went up for a visit on her own, and when she comes back to Chicago, she brings Adam and Luca into her room and just breaks down. “He’s giving me a chance, guys. he’s actually giving me a chance,” and that’s what’s makes up their minds on where they want to go. Gianna commits, and Adam and Luca follow a few weeks after.

- Her parents, as supportive as they are, initially tried to have her face the reality of her dreams really early on. They knew how hard it would be for a woman to prove herself, and they were constantly reminding her just how much this goal would drain her, and about how many people would constantly be telling her she couldn’t. Their reminders did nothing to negate her passion for the sport, and she stayed strong in her desires.

^ On her draft night (day 2), she collapses into her parents arms when she hears her name, because in that moment all she feels is pure and utter relief. She’s crying into their ears “I did it, I did it,” and identical tears are running down their faces as they get to see her dreams come to fruition in front of their eyes, hearts full as they take in the fact that the same 7 year old girl who cried about wanting to keep playing hockey, even though the boys were mean, is now in the same leagues as them.

- She was drafted 61st overall by the Dallas Stars

- Gianna goes to development camp, and instantly impresses the Dallas staff. By the end of dev. camp, Gianna has a flight booked in a week to come back to Dallas and sign her ELC.

- She signs her ELC, and is invited to training camp.

- She puts on an impressive performance, and gets the call that she made the team two days later, while her, Adam, Luca, and a few others are on a boat soaking in the last bits of free time they have. She answers, and Adam sees her mouth drop and eyes start to well, and gets concerned. “Gi are you okay?” He questions, and is met with a finger to his lips while she continues the conversation. The minute she hangs up, she launches herself at Adam, almost throwing him off the boat. “Guess who you’ll be playing October 30th,” she mumbles into his chest, and he soaks it in. Once he processes what she said, and the grin he felt against his chest, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her excited. “No fucking way! NO FUCKING WAY!” Once she told the rest of the boat the news, they all glanced at each other before grabbing her and tossing her in the lake in celebration, all letting out various cheers of congratulations.

- She debuted against the Blues on the 12th, aka her and Adam’s birthday. The family was up in Columbus with Adam, because no one expected for her to get many minutes her first game.

- While she didn’t get many minutes her first game, she got her first point, assisting on Jamie Benn’s goal!

- The family flies out to Vegas a day early for Dallas’ game on the 17th so they can go out for dinner for her birthday. She gets the day before the game to spend with them. Lucky enough that they were there though, because in the 2nd period, she gets her 1st NHL goal!

- She cried listening to the play call after the game- “ And there it is folks! History has been made! Fantilli fires a shot straight into the goal and cements herself in the history books. The first woman to score a goal in the National Hockey League! Have yourself a night Ms.Fantilli! Take a bow for yourself and the strides you’re making. For all the little girls that have come before you and been told their dreams were impossible! For all the little girls that now know their “crazy dreams” are attainable goals!”

- Calls Adam and Luca that night on a group facetime and sobs.

- “Mo, Lu- I did it, I actually did it,” she stutters out the minute the call connects, tears making their way down her face again.

- After her first goal, she has a bit of a dry spell, but finds her groove in mid-November.

- At this point in the season, she currently sits with 13 goals and 19 assists.

#one soul three hearts #osth #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #luca fantilli imagine #adam fantilli imagine #columbus blue jackets #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fics #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #adam fantilli x reader #luca fantilli x reader #dallas stars

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linskywords · 4 months

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A new work you say? 👀

Whatever it is just know ill be so thrilled to read it!!!

Anonymous also asked:

Also if i can guess is the new work going to be trevor centric? The last chapter has me thinking!

What an intriguing guess!! Well, gentle reader, since you asked (note: the author is aware you did not actually ask), here is a list of all the things I have in the pipeline at the moment:

Wyatt Johnston/Roope Hintz soulmate AU -- this is for a lovely commissioner and has a complete rough draft! I should be able to start posting it in the next couple weeks.

Jamie Benn/Joe Pavelski wandering heart AU -- more Stars rarepairs! This is also for a commission. Really fun trope, I'm excited to try my hand at it.

1988 wolfverse timestamp (ca. 2023) -- completing the commission trifecta! This file is currently just called "Rut." 😏

Jack Hughes/Quinn Hughes a/b/o incest one-shot -- because sometimes idfic is a thing 😳 I wrote a draft of this in a fever dream and will probably post it at some point.

Hughes family wolfverse, featuring Jack/Nico and Quinn/Brady and also ace!Quinn. This is a big one, folks. I AM SO EXCITED.

Trevor/Jamie wolfverse: because someone must fix the trade. 😡 This one comes after the Hughes installment; I made a timeline and everything!

And finally, though who knows what order this will all happen in:

Trevor/Jamie D/s AU, to fix the dreadful mess that is Trevor Zegras in the current Jack/Nico fic. 😅

So, uh, you can see there's a lot in the air. It's always possible some of this will shift, and I'm sure other things will get added to the list before this is all written -- but those are the stories bouncing around my mind right now. Excited for a wordy 2024 😁

#wheeeee #writing #fic #hockey rpf #wolfverse #too many players to tag

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justtoarguewithyou · 2 months

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Writing Patterns - LAST Lines!

Rules: write the last line of your 10 longest fics. What patterns can you see, if any? Which ones are your favourites?

tagged by @phdmama in that she very generously tagged everyone. if you're reading this, and you want to, you are now tagged by me. please tag me, or reblog so i can see yours, too!

Thoughts here, lines below the cut!

apparently, i love a line of dialogue to end a story. but what i really see is that whether it's a line of dialogue, or a little sentence summing up the possible future, it's that: always an eye to the future and what might happen next. and so much gentleness.

Every Day I Wake Up and It's Sunday (hermione/oliver wood; 50514 words; this is my first fic, and let me down a 90s rabbit hole that my musical algorithm will never recover from)

Hermione and Oliver had each other, and they knew they made their own luck, and were unafraid.

Biological Imperative (jason todd/dick grayson; 29499 words; omegaverse, lazarus pit shenanigans, baby damian wayne!)

“Yeah,” Dick said. “Come on. Damian needs someone to play with.”

Making All Things New (tyson barrie/nathan mackinnon, and a little jamie benn/tyler seguin; 27432 words; omegaverse, inspired by the excellent oplopanax's feral nate chapter of bits and pieces)

And Tyson wasn’t naming that sweet bonny girl after EJ…

Bang Your Head (steve harrington/eddie munson; 23868 words; fix-it fic all based on the idea "What if Eddie saw Steve on MTV in his vest, hosting the Headbanger's Ball?")

They have all the time in the world.

The Flowers and My Love (jason todd/dick grayson; 22865 words; slowburn, mistaken identity hanahaki trope subversion that also benefited from my 90s music rabbit hole...)

"Yeah, Jason, I want it.”

Home Is Some Place (jason todd/dick grayson; 19302 words; this was supposed to be a one-shot based on high rent prices in gotham that turned into a batfam story. reverse robins! including big brother damian! good mother talia al ghul!)

"Nightwing!"

Containing Multitudes (jason todd/dick grayson; 18243 words; a 5+1 exploration of identity with a little Jason Dent thrown in for fun)

"Hey, Sugar.”

A Surprise To Be Sure (din djarin/luke skywalker; 16841 words; a modern AU focused on family, found or otherwise; just a corny fluffball; i listened to kacey musgraves' golden hour on repeat writing this...)

This is the Way.

Death's Silver Lining (sirius black/remus lupin; 16814 words; exploration of the black family relationship; good mother walberga black [no i'm not spelling her name with a u; she is mine and something entirely different])

They laughed quietly together, as Sirius’s hands inched up Remus’s shirt, and brought it up over his head.

We're in for a Bad Spell (jason todd/dick grayson; 13818 words; omegaverse; magic and time travel)

“K, babe,” Jason texted right back. “We’ll be right here.”

#tag game #my writing #jaydick #wolfstar #steddie #hockey rpf

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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allie's writing guide

requests are currently open.

what i write

reader x character

one shots/drabbles

imagines

alternative universes

social media au’s

headcanons

who i write

RPF: hockey players x reader

I don’t write for the following players but this is also subject to change! I may add players or take players off this list for various reasons.

auston matthews

patrick kane

jamie benn

carter hart

vince dunn

dillon dubé

michael mcleod

cal foote

alex formenton

nearly anyone over 21 unless it’s platonic is fair game, but again, this list is subject to change.

criminal minds

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

the last of us

joel miller

sentence starters here & here & here I don’t write smut/NSFW.

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eusuntgratie · 9 months

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Okay updates on my hockey ~descent~

I've been reading a bit of bennguin and that was pretty good, I've been looking at some vids and I swear when Tyler got into a fight after someone took a cheap shot at Jamie 😭 like why do I care so much about that?? Anyway I have also just finished reading closed fracture by lightgetsin and it was so lovely <3 so looking for some more recs for sidgeno if you have them! (also why are there (((( all over the place sometimes? I've seen a few in fics and in tweets?) I do really like the Penguins logo and jerseys so maybe I'll follow them closer when things get moving a bit more, its the off season now right? Some other ships I'm a fan of is sterek from teen wolf, Sirius/Remus from hp, Macdennis from iasip, steve/bucky - just pretty basic ones lel 😬

oooooh i'm so excited to answer this okay okay. thank you for the update i love this!

tyler seguin is everyone's favorite slutty bisexual. go bananas in his tag (just #tyler seguin or #seguin) on tumblr and you'll find some great shit. that ship doesn't get as much attention anymore bc benn isn't fandom's favorite. i don't know enough about the stars to know all the reasons, but he did a very dirty and unneccessary hit on the vegas golden knights captain in the playoffs this year and that was enough to make me not like him. i can rec some stars blogs if you want - they are a great team with a solid fandom presence and a lot of young amazing players. and they have seggy :)

um, if you love boys being overprotective on the ice, i can definitely give you some pens moments but ALSO you should look into tknp (travis konecny/nolan patrick). i think i have a #protective tk tag on here you can browse bc the boy goes batshit insane anytime someone touches his boy. one of the big reasons a lot of us fell for that ship. you don't have to be a flyers fan to love them; tk is a fandom darling bc he's so tiny and fighty and wonderful.

also, any decent player is very protective of their goalie, so if you love that dynamic, you might enjoy some defenseman/goalie pairings or there's just some fun clips and gifs out there. i'll try to reblog some stuff for you. give my poor followers a break from the rwrb posting and tzp thirst 😂

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SIDGENO OH GOD. okay i'll reblog a few posts for them because the things they say about each other are just. alright. you're in love. we get it. okay.

King and Lionheart is the fic that made me fall for sidgeno. There is an excellent podfic available as well.

I could give you a billion sidgeno recs and writers and blogs to follow. What kind of fic do you like? Fluff? Whump? PWP? Kink? ABO? Monsterfuckery? Sidgeno is the most popular hockey rpf ship at least by numbers on ao3; we got it all, baby! I read a lot of angst and porn, so I don't want to throw a bunch of recs at you without knowing what you like :)

((( and )))))))) are russian smileys... so you're probably reading Geno texting. So instead of texting (or tweeting - you can see these in some of his old tweets): i'll be there soon :) he would text i'll be there soon )))

we ARE in the offseason but hockey comes back (relatively) soon. preseason games (exhibition games that don't count towards playoff standings) start at the end of september and the season kicks off in October. The Penguins season opener is vs the Chicago Blackhawks which should be a VERY fun game to watch, bc Chicago drafted Connor Bedard this year, one of the best hockey prospects since Sid himself. Bedard is insanely talented and we are all very eager to see how he does in the NHL. Sid was Bedard's favorite player growing up (he is so many players' favorite player growing up) and they've met and they are both very sweet boys and anyway it will be an interesting game.

Stucky was my first ship since really diving into fandom and I spent a ton of time in Teen Wolf fandom! There's a ton of teen wolf on my ao3, mostly sterek, but i mostly write hockey these days.

feel free to keep sending me questions! there's a lot to learn when you first dive into hockey but i love the sport and love this fandom!!

#fightmillk #ask grace #i'll reblog some stuff for you!

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Unraveling the mystery of Jamie Benn, the Stars’ unknowable captain

May 13, 2020 (x)

Officially, Jamie Benn is in the NHL’s 300-goal club.

It’s a prestigious honor. Only 206 players in the history of the league have scored 300 times, and only 21 current players have reached that plateau.

But Benn, if you ask him, is still sitting at 299.

Back on Feb. 27, when the Stars fell to the Boston Bruins, Benn was initially credited with a tip on a point shot by John Klingberg that got by Jarsolav Halak. The building announced it as Benn’s goal, but the Stars captain insisted to the referee he never touched the puck. He stood by that fact when talking to Stars public relations and coaches after the game.

It was Klingberg’s goal. The Stars captain wanted credit to go to the person who deserved it.

At first, the NHL agreed. Then, a couple of hours later, they declared Benn had indeed touched the puck even if he claimed he hadn’t. He was in the 300-goal club whether he liked it or not.

That was the last goal Benn scored, or didn’t score, before the NHL shuttered on March 12.

And it’s a goal that embodies Benn. It was mystifying and unexpected, just like the Stars captain who’s in the middle of – or maybe has completed – 10 seasons in Dallas.

Benn is boring and fascinating at the same time. He can come off as cold and robotic with the media, while his typical monotonous tone and cadence have reached a point where others, including the Stars’ flagship radio station, have mocked “low-energy Jamie Benn.”

Yet he’s also one of the most tenured athletes in DFW, and in that time, he’s done everything possible to avoid building a public brand while keeping his personality under lock and key.

You don’t know Jamie Benn. That’s by design.

He doesn’t need you to understand how he defied expectations to become the unquestioned leader of a franchise. He isn’t interested in whether you’re aware of how he helped a teammate like Stephen Johns through the most difficult time of his life or that in many ways he’s “Dirk-like” in the way he handles community members when no one is looking, similar to how Dirk Nowitzki, perhaps the most beloved athlete in the city’s history, goes about his own business.

In many ways, Benn’s fight to keep things hidden defines him. Mystery is the Stars captain’s brand.

It’s standard practice for NHL public relations officials to get a hat and jersey ready for each NHL draft pick.

As the draft progresses, the number of jerseys and hats actually delivered starts to dwindle; players projected to go after the fourth round aren’t always in attendance. But that doesn’t stop the PR staff from scanning the crowd when the pick is announced to make sure someone wasn’t missed.

Back in 2007, the Dallas Stars had back-to-back fifth-round selections: 128th and 129th overall. Stars director of team services Jason Rademan, who was working for Stars PR at the time, had the jersey and hat ready as he approached the draft table. Something big was about to happen.

The Stars had gotten lucky. Their man – a winger – was still on the board. A scout turned to Rademan and delivered a guarantee: “Here is your story of the draft right here. This is the story they are going to talk about for years in Dallas.”

And then the Stars took Austin Smith with the 128th overall pick.

Smith is a Dallas native who would have been the first native Texan to suit up for the Stars had he reached the NHL. Instead, he never made it past the AHL and washed out of the Stars organization at the end of his entry-level contract. His legacy in Stars history is being selected one pick ahead of Jamie Benn.

“So (the scout) was wrong, but in a way he was right,” Stars assistant GM Mark Janko said. “One of those two picks was going to be talked about for a long time and was monumental. You could even argue it saved our franchise.”

The 129th player selected isn’t supposed to be a franchise savior. Fifth-round selections, in general, are lottery tickets that rarely pay out. Maybe a team gets lucky and a fifth-rounder becomes a depth piece. More often, they wind up like Austin Smith: a forgotten name and could-have-been prospect who ended up in Europe.

Turning a fifth-round pick into a captain is even rarer. Of the 26 current captains in the NHL, 23 were drafted in the third round or earlier. Only Benn, New York Islanders captain Anders Lee (sixth round) and the Calgary Flames’ Mark Giordano (undrafted) have gone from prospect anonymity as teenagers to the face of a franchise with a “C” on their chest.

Somehow, Benn did, which is only fitting. His entire career has defied expectations and categorization.

Start with his style of play – bruising and punishing mixed with elite skill. When Benn is at his best, opponents worry about him leaving a mark on both the scoresheet and on their bodies. Then there’s his Art Ross Trophy, improbable both due to the dramatic fashion he won it in – in the final seconds of the final game of the 2014-15 season – as well as the historic context of him being just the second player after Martin St. Louis to lead the league in scoring that wasn’t drafted in the first two rounds after Wayne Gretzky’s stranglehold on the award ended in 1994.

The first flashes of Benn’s talents emerged during the 2008-09 campaign while he was with the WHL’s Kelowna Rockets. It was a year of great team success: Benn won a gold medal with Canada that season at the World Junior Championships and followed it up with a WHL championship that spring. Kelowna eventually fell in the Memorial Cup final to the Windsor SpitFires, but Benn led the tournament with nine points in six games.

That success turned Benn into a prospect of interest heading into the Stars’ 2009 training camp, where he stunned onlookers by jumping from the best among his junior hockey peer group to standing out in a group still featuring holdovers from the team’s championship era including Mike Modano and Jere Lehtinen.

“We had heard a little about him before that,” Lehtinen said. “He came in, and he was one of the best right away. It’s one of those things where you know seeing him, and you just know he’s going to be great.”

Photo by Jeff Gross/Getty Images Maybe it was the shot, so quick and powerful that then-Stars captain Brenden Morrow saw flashes of Brett Hull. Or maybe it was the 20-year-old’s poise. “It was like he was a 10-year-pro,” Morrow said.

Whatever it was, Benn had it.

“He wasn’t supposed to make the team, and I remember … (Stars head coach) Marc Crawford just turned to us and said, ‘He’s our best player. He can’t go down,'” longtime Stars video coach Kelly Forbes recalled.

It wasn’t obvious at the time, but 2009-10 was the season Benn became the face of the franchise. When Modano played his final game that season, it was Benn who scored the game-winner in a shootout victory over the Minnesota Wild.

Benn notched 45 points as an NHL rookie, then followed it up with an AHL playoff assignment where he dominated with 26 points in 24 games as the Texas Stars came up two wins short of the Calder Cup.

“I’m pretty sure he’s the reason they changed the rule, and you can’t just not play in the (AHL) regular season and then show up for the playoffs,” said former Stars goalie Richard Bachman, who played with Benn during those AHL playoffs. “He was a great player, but his character is what I remember most. He didn’t come in and pretend he was bigger or better than anyone or try to be a hero. He just came in and did his job and played hard. You often get guys who might be in that position who show up and don’t play hard thinking this is just the AHL. That was never the case with Jamie.”

It helped set the stage for Benn’s ascension from promising rookie to franchise cornerstone. When Jim Nill was hired as the Stars general manager in 2013, he looked to Benn as the centerpiece to build the franchise around. In September of that year, he named the 24-year-old as his captain. To Nill, the move was reminiscent of a move his old employer, the Detroit Red Wings, made when they handed Steve Yzerman the “C” in 1986-87 at the age of 21.

“Jamie was becoming the ultimate power forward in the NHL,” Nill said. “He was the top player on our team and you could see he had that leadership in him. It was ingrained, (but) it hadn’t been refined yet.”

Yzerman remained captain in Detroit for 19 seasons, making him the longest-serving captain in North American sports. Next season, Benn will tie Derian Hatcher as the longest-serving Stars captain at eight campaigns. If and likely when Benn plays out the remainder of his contract, he’ll complete a full dozen years with the “C” on his jersey in 2025.

But unlike in Hatcher’s era, the role of captain in today’s NHL very often goes to the young superstar on the rise.

It’s an instant stamp of approval from the franchise about your future, but it’s one thing to get the title and another to actually lead.

“Jamie had to go through that process of learning how to lead the team when it’s not going right,” Nill said. “When to say things, when sometimes not to say things, and it’s about letting your actions do the talking sometimes. And he had to evolve into that.”

For more than a decade, Jarome Iginla reigned as the gold standard for NHL power forwards. The longtime Calgary Flames captain was both highly productive and respected for being one of the NHL’s premier leaders. In 2010, he won the Mark Messier Leadership Award given annually to the NHL’s best captain.

And on Dec. 23 of that year, he squared off with the then-20-year-old Benn at center ice in one of the most iconic fights in Stars history.

Benn began working his way under Iginla’s skin from the moment the puck dropped. But when Benn delivered a heavy hit to Mark Giordano 7:19 into the first period, the 33-year-old Iginla had enough. He approached Benn and the two circled back to center ice. Another player might have been intimidated by the sight of a six-time All-Star removing his helmet and elbow pads, but Benn opened his first career NHL fight by taking big swings at the future Hockey Hall of Famer.

“I would say there wasn’t a ton of defense,” Morrow said. “He was looking him right in the eye and chucking ’em. It was fearless.”

From the first swing to the last, Benn and Iginla brawled for 65 seconds – an eternity by hockey fight standards. Iginla got more shots in near the end, but Benn delivered the signature blow, a right that cut Iginla above the eye. To everyone on the Stars bench, those 65 seconds meant a lot.

“It was kind of in my mind of the passing of the torch,” then-associate Stars coach Willie Desjardins said. “It certainly was one of the great leaders to an upcoming leader.”

Benn initially approached his captaincy the same way he stared down Iginla. He was fearless with his play and let actions speak much louder than words. He was quiet, but he was the Stars’ best player, so his play spoke volumes. That’s how Morrow played and, before him, how Hatcher played.

“Derian wasn’t the most vocal guy, but when he went out and played and he did things on the ice, that brought you into the fight, and he made everyone accountable just by the way he played,” Morrow said. “Jamie is more comfortable being vocal in the locker room now, from my understanding, but the way he plays and the way he’s as physical as he is, he acts like, ‘I’m going to go out and play and lead that way.’”

The Stars’ roster at the time allowed him to lean into those tendencies. Benn depended heavily on the likes of Vern Fiddler and Trevor Daley to be vocal leaders. From 2012 to 2016, it was common to witness those players barking orders during an intermission or on the bench. Benn would speak, but he did so selectively.

Daley was traded to Chicago in 2015. Fiddler signed with New Jersey in 2016. Time kept passing, and Benn kept climbing the ranks among Dallas’ elder statesmen. The younger his teammates got, the more commanding Benn became.

“He was a little quieter when I got here, and with the captaincy, he was a guy that led by how he played and how he acted and how he conducted himself,” said Tyler Seguin, whom Dallas acquired from the Boston Bruins before Benn’s first season as captain. Their seven years as teammates are the longest either one has played with another player. “He was vocal, but not where he is now and the comfort he has now. He says the right things and knows where and when to speak.”

But just as important as Benn speaking up at all is the way he does it. There’s rarely an abrasive quality to his voice. Instead, Benn does so in more of a familial approach in which he isn’t afraid to remind his teammates he’s willing to do anything and everything for them.

That could mean fighting Iginla. It could also mean showing up at your house if needed in the middle of the night.

Back in October, Ben Bishop’s home was damaged after a neighbor’s chimney wound up in his yard during the tornado that struck Dallas. That evening, Benn drove over and picked up the Bishop family so they could stay at his home.

“That’s who Jamie is,” Bishop said. “I think you take it for granted until he does something like that.”

When Benn was first addressed media members about the tornado he never mentioned the Bishop family staying at his home. It took Stars PR officials pulling him back into the locker room to share the story for it to come to light.

Benn’s influence has grown in other ways. Nill turns to him for help when pitching NHL free agents – “kind of a little bit of a side hustle,” Benn joked. When a player gets called up from the AHL, Benn is often among the first to greet and welcome them. Then, for good measure, he sends texts to veteran teammates about how to make that younger player feel comfortable, too.

Oftentimes, those younger players are surprised that Benn empathizes so much with what they’ve gone through. After all, Benn never endured the call-up roller coaster. He made the NHL as a 20-year-old; he’s not supposed to understand that AHL-to-NHL grind.

But Benn’s older brother Jordie does, having gone from an undrafted ECHLer to playing 517 NHL games and counting. Jamie never lost sight of Jordie’s journey.

“He was someone I looked up to my whole life and still look up to,” Jamie said. “I saw how hard he worked on the ice and off the ice to reach the NHL. And everyone’s path is different, but (Jordie) took quite the path. I learned from that. It made me better as a person and a hockey player.”

Consequently, he treats those called up just like he’d hope anyone would treat his brother.

“When you have a guy like that who is willing to do anything for the team, and we know what he’s done in his career, how can you not give every last thing you have?” Jason Dickinson said. “He sets the standard that everyone in this room wants to and has to live up to.”

Janko has worked for the Stars since 1999, starting in public relations and eventually working his way up to his assistant general manager.

For years, Lehtinen was his gold standard when it came to human beings. There was Jere, and there was everyone else. And then Janko met Benn.

“After I saw and I was close to Jere Lehtinen’s career, I thought I’d never see somebody come along that put the work in and was selfless like Jere,” he said. “I can’t say that Jamie has passed Jere by any means, but I can say he’s in the same category as Jere.”

Remember Benn actively trying to give away that goal to someone he felt better deserved it? Lehtinen did the same thing.

“(The) one guy on our team in my eight-plus year in the PR department that came up to me only once (and demand a goal get taken away),” Janko said. “ That’s a guy who only cares about his teammates and winning.

“And that’s what Jamie Benn is.”

Benn, the hockey player, has become a divisive topic in recent years. Just look at Jim Lites’ comments about his performance, a reflection of internal mumbling that had existed since Benn signed his current eight-year deal.

But none of that is reflective of how the organization views Benn as a person.

Stephen Johns dealt with post-traumatic headaches for more than 22 months from March of 2018 to February 2020. Like most injured players, he was isolated from the hockey world. Benn was one of the people who helped keep Johns connected to the team, even if they hardly ever discussed hockey. Their girlfriends are close, leading to frequent double dates. In Benn, Johns found a willing listener who cared about more than his injury status.

“That’s what I needed at that point – I needed a friend who was in it but didn’t press the issue with me and ask me how I was feeling every two seconds or when I was gonna be back,” Johns said. “It was just a regular friend-to-friend talk, and that was really big for me.“

But the message it sent was even bigger. One thing that shouldn’t be overlooked with Johns’ story is how the Stars organization didn’t rush him or force the issue with a confusing ailment. Management certainly deserves credit for this; Jim Nill never pressured Johns to test things out and see if he was really hurt. But Benn, the captain, set the tone for the rest of the players: We aren’t going to make Johns feel like he has to sacrifice his health because we miss him on the ice or in the locker room.

“He always cared about me as a person, not just as an NHL defenseman,” Johns said. “You can tell when someone looks at you that way and treats you that way.”

Forbes came to know that feeling on Dec. 1, 2018. The Stars were in Vancouver, Benn’s hometown. Fittingly, the captain was the star that night, tallying a goal and an assist in a 2-1 win against the Canucks. At the time, the Stars’ player of the game was given a cowboy hat, the forebearer to the team’s current chain. Given his performance that night and where it happened, Benn was the obvious recipient. Instead, Benn made sure it went to Forbes and his mother, Arlene, who was battling cancer and in attendance that night. Arlene passed away less than two months later, on Jan. 23, 2019.

“He didn’t have to do that; that meant a lot to us,” Forbes said. “Jamie can recognize things like that, when you are going through something. Those are the types of things and the times he is there for you the most.”

Benn’s compassion extends well beyond those he shares a locker room with.

Beginning in 2013, Benn has donated four tickets and a parking pass for each Stars home game to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. It’s something that gets acknowledged at each home game – there is a welcome to Benn’s Beauties on the video board – but his involvement goes further than that after Multiple Sclerosis has closely impacted Benn’s life.

“It’s meant a lot. It hits home for me with close family friends,” Benn said. “It affects everybody. If you have it or a family member does, it has an impact in all different types of ways. So whatever we can do to help out in any way, we want to do that.”

Benn, as is his custom, is guarded about how the disease has impacted his life. But Karen Littlejohn, the executive director of the South Central branch of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, was willing to expand on what his involvement means to the organization.

In 2016, Benn was recognized by the Multiple Sclerosis Society as the “Person On The Move” at their annual luncheon, an honor given to a person in the community who has gone above and beyond to raise awareness for what it means to live with Multiple Sclerosis. In January, Benn and the Stars were recognized as the 2020 Community Awareness Award recipient.

“That speaks to what Jamie has done and the Stars have done to help us raise awareness,” Littlejohn said. “We had a kick-off event (in 2019) that Jamie and the Stars helped sponsor. And at that event Jamie actually spoke quite a bit. (Stars broadcaster Daryl) Razor Reaugh was there and interviewed him because that’s the only way to get him to say anything, but he shared his strong personal connection to MS, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.”

Littlejohn said Benn stayed for the entire event, which lasted about three hours, and spoke with “probably everyone in the room at least once” in a personal conversation.

Benn’s involvement with the National Multiple Sclerosis Society is part of larger community outreach that he feels is important for the Stars as an organization. Whenever the Stars have a hospital visit or opportunity in the community, chances are Benn is on the trip, whether or not it’s spoken about.

“He’s a lot like Dirk Nowitzki in how he does things for the community that you will never find out about,” said former Stars goalie Marty Turco, who now runs the team’s foundation. “He doesn’t care about who knows, he doesn’t want the attention. He just wants to be there for this community, just like he’s the type of person you could call at 3 in the morning if you needed something.”

One thing Benn does open up about is his feelings about Dallas. After a decade in town, Benn says he’s not merely passing through. “This is home, and I love it here,” Benn said.

Home and house are two very different words. Many Stars players have bought houses in Dallas, but they reserve “home” for the places they live in the offseason and will likely retire to. But Benn and his brother Jordie both spend their summers in Dallas and have green cards. For Benn, Texas went from a house to home midway through his Stars tenure.

“Probably five years of being here,” Benn said. “With hockey, it’s a business, and you never know where you’re going to end up or what’s going to happen. So I’ve been fortunate enough to play my whole career here, and I definitely want to end it here. I love this team, and I love this city, and it’s home.”

His legacy in the city is ultimately going to be defined by one thing: whether he earns that moment of being invited to center ice by Gary Bettman to lift the Stanley Cup.

That’s what Benn wants, and that’s how he wants his public persona to be judged. Benn is still only 30, but the number belies the wear and tear his bruising style of play has placed on his body. His raw statistics will disappoint relative to his contract – that’s the nature of where he is at this point in his career – but to him, the regular season is just a precursor to the games that will really define him.

“The individual things are nice, but they really don’t mean anything,” Benn said, and nothing proves that point as much as enjoying the past two years more than any in his career, even as his body has worn down and his numbers have dipped and he’s been called out publicly and the organization has weathered turmoil from all directions. Despite everything, he’s happy “because we’ve had great teams, and we have a great team right now.”

“I’m here to play hockey, and I’m here to win,” he added. “Everything outside of that, I don’t really care about. The ultimate goal is to win the Stanley Cup. Anything else that comes with it is great, but I’m not gonna be happy until I win.”

While Benn does his best to remain a mystery, he doesn’t have any trouble stating what matters most.

#jamie benn #dallas stars #article

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magickcandie · 5 months

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Lightning v. Stars 12/2

Goal right and early!! Tyler Seguin is a beauty.

I just love Pavelski and Rob playing together on the same line. I just love them.

Jason with the second goal!! It was great! Just barely made it past the corner, barely past the line.

O Captain, my Captain, Jamie Fucking Benn with the breakaway.

I love Otter in net🦦🥅, but I guess Tampa had to score one eventually. I will say, that was a nice shot.

Otter pulling through!

Marchment with the beauty in the corner. Nice little 'in your face moment' to the Lightning.

This was a great game that I'm upset I missed. Already in the second, Pavelski with 2 and leading 5-1!

Robertson!! There are so many hatty opportunities.

Harley!! Hell yah, fuck yeah!! Stars look so good!!

Steel to bring it up to 8!

Total fucking slaughter!!

8-1 Stars

#stars lb

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hockey-x-imagines · 2 years

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Made to Last || Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn Pt. 21

A/N: Since I didn’t get much feedback, I let my 2 proofreaders made the call, and they said switch to Jamie. That being said, I think I’m going to wrap up made to last in the next 2 parts, unless you guys want more.

Song Inspo: Made to Last by Issues & No Guidance Chris Brown

Paring: Tyler x Reader Jamie x Reader

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1155

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Jamie's P.O.V.

Things I don't recommend doing:

1. Falling in love with your best friend's fiancé.

2. Telling said fiancé that you love her, especially on the phone after he fucked up.. Again.

It's not like I had planned to fall in love with her. And I'm not sure when I fell in love with Y/N, it kinda just happened. I never planned to tell her either. I wholeheartedly planned on cheering her and Tyler on. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but when she told me what Tyler did this time around, I felt like maybe I had a chance. I guess that's why I let those little words slip.

Hearing the knock on the door has a tornado of butterflies attacking my stomach. This conversation is really about to happen. As I walk towards my front door several emotions run through my head. Excitement, fear, anxiety, hope. Opening the door there stands Y/N. Even with a tear-stained face, she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I step to the side, silently inviting her in. Y/N follows me into my living room where we both sit in awkward silence.

"Jamie are you sure you want to have this conversation?" She looks over at me, worry etched in her features.

"Honestly, I don't know. I've already told you I love you, so we might as well have it." The truth is if this goes wrong, I'll be losing 2 of my closest friends. That being said, I can't just let my confession hang between us.

"When you said you loved me, did you mean as in a sister?" She asks, this time her focus is in her lap.

"No. I'm in love with you. I don't exactly know when this happened, I just know it did. I know Tyler is still in the picture, and I'm not asking you to leave him for me, especially when you're having his baby. But I want you to know how I really truly feel, and from there you can make your decision."

"Okay," I noticed a sense of hesitance in her tone. I take a deep breath before I continue.

"I don't wanna play games. I know you're tired of the same damn thing. I'd fuck around and give you my last name. You're the only one I wanna make love to. You're the only one I wanna pick and choose."

"Jamie I-"

"Hold on, I'm not done. I'm the one you call when shit hits the fan. I'm the one you go to for help with Tyler. I'm the one you call when he's made you cry. Every single time. And please don't take that wrong. I'm more than happy to be the one you come to. I don't make you cry. I would never pull half the shit Tyler has. I'd never run to some skank because we're having issues. I'd do everything and anything I could to make you happy. I'd raise my best friend's kid, if it meant I got to have you."

"Are you done yet?" There was a slight hint of impatience in Y/N's tone. Lovely. Did I already fuck this up?

"Yeah I'm done." I sigh, scared of what she is going to say next.

"I think I need a little time to think about everything you've said. I just have one question."

"That's understandable. Ask me anything you want." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Maybe I didn't lay it on too heavy.

"If you're in love with me, why did you push me into Tyler's arms?" It's the same question I've asked myself several times.

"I didn't know I loved you then. I thought I was happy to make you and him both happy. It wasn't until recently, that I realized I was in love with you Y/N. If I knew earlier, I could've saved you a lot of hurt, and I would've."

"I believe you, I just wish I would've known sooner. I need a few days. I'm going to get a room for a few days so I can sort my head out, then I'll let you know where we go from here. One thing I want you to know, is you're never going to lose me, no matter what." That I can live with.

"Are you sure? You can stay here, I'll get a room or I can go stay with Rads." Something about her staying in a hotel just doesn't sit right with me.

"Yes I'm sure, it'll be okay." Y/N tries to reassure me, but it's not working. I have a bad feeling and I don't know why.

"Fine. At least let me pay for it." I offer, trying to ease the bad feeling.

"Okay, you can pay for it. But please give me the space I'm asking for." She pleaded.

"I can do that." I agree.

"Thank you, I appreciate you." With a hug, she walked right out the front door.

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Y/N's P.O.V.

After hearing Jamie's confession, you're more confused than ever. There's a part of you that knows deep down you deserve someone like Jamie in your life. You know he'd treat you right, the proof is in the pudding. He's continuously been your shoulder to cry on, no matter what. Logically he's your best option. You know without a shadow of a doubt that he'd take care of you and the baby without hesitation. The only thing you can think of that's holding you back is Tyler. No matter what bullshit he's put you through, you still love him. Feelings don't just go away overnight.

Sitting alone in your hotel room, you're thinking about who to call to sort your head out and your first choice is Jamie. That's when it hits you. If you were to take Tyler out of the situation, you could really see yourself with Jamie. Is your decision that easy? It could be if you'd let it. But the stupid voices in your head won't let anything be that easy. You keep circling back to the good times with Tyler. Because face it, there were a lot of good times, but there are a lot of bad times as well. At what point does the bad outweigh the good?

You knew you needed to talk to someone, you just didn't know who would be unbiased in the situation. Your next option was to write everything down. So you did, you wrote down the pros and cons of each man. You wrote down how you were feeling, you wrote down every single thought you were having. After writing everything down, the answer you were looking for was still the same. Jamie would be your best bet. Tyler has shown you time and time again that he really doesn't care. You know the relationship you once had with Tyler was a thing of the past. That thought alone has a fresh wave of sadness washing over you.

#made to last #Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin one shot #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin imagine #jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #tyler x reader #jamie benn fic #jamie benn x reader #dallas stars #dallas stars fic #nhl #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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ao3feed-hockey · 2 years

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NHL one - shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5vf4B6x

by Jocelyntloukes7

Just a bunch of one shots with different NHL players

Words: 72, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of NHL one - shots

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sidney Crosby, Claude Giroux, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin

Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews, Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, National Hockey League, Blood and Injury

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5vf4B6x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

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secretlittlerandezvous · 3 years

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A Day With The Benns - Jamie Benn

Summary: A look into the Benns household and a day spent with the family.

To the angel who requested this: From the bottom of my heart THANK YOU. I don't know who you are but I love you - for this request and for the beautiful words that came with it. It keeps making me feel like my heart will burst from happiness. I also thank you for giving me a reason to write about how I see my future life and what I hope for (this is basically me writing about my dream life) 💘🕊💫

Note: D/n means “daughter’s name”. The bedtime story is an excerpt from the book “Goodnight, hockey fans” by Andrew Larsen.

Words: 2487

“The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t magical, but simply true in every sense: honest, loyal and sure.” — Sonja Yoerg

It was that kind of a morning when you wake up and you know summer finally arrived. The sun was nicely warm and comforting unlike the stinging and cold winter sun, the birds were chirping in the trees from early in the morning and the air was fresh and warm. Y/n was woken up by the streaks of sunlight creeping into the bedroom through the window. She opened her eyes for a second and then closed them again and enjoyed the peace she felt which was quite unusual in the past few weeks. She didn’t hear a baby crying or the older kids running around the house wildly, she wasn’t woken up by them jumping on the bed to wake her up or by her husband leaving early for work. She loved her life and the chaos of it but it felt so nice to have a calm morning for once. After she fully enjoyed the silence, she opened her eyes, stretched her arms, and with a smile already present on her face she turned around to see her husband. Jamie had his back to her, but she certainly enjoyed the view at her husband’s muscular back and arms and she even blushed at the sight of him. But what warmed her heart, what couldn’t be beaten by his tattoos or muscles was the way he talked to their four months old baby girl. He had his arm protectively around her and Y/n found the contrast of his strong tattooed arm and her tiny little hand and fingers covered in a pink onesie absolutely adorable. He tickled her on her belly, and she smiled at him or watched him with her bright eyes with pure love. Y/n and the kids wished he could spend a little more time with them but they all understood why he couldn’t and whenever he was home he made the most of it and he dedicated his time to help his wife and to entertain the kids.

“Good morning my loves,” Y/n said happily as she looked over Jamie’s shoulder, kissed his cheek, and then smiled at their daughter who got even more excited when she noticed her.

“See? I told you mommy will wake up soon to give you a breakfast,” Jamie said to the little one. “Unfortunately, that’s the only thing I can’t do honey.” He said to Y/n and kissed her back.

“Not sure if anyone would want you to breastfeed babe,” she joked and took their daughter into her arms to feed her. “Are the kiddos awake?”

“Don’t think so,” Jamie mumbled. “I’ll go wake them up in a bit.” But first, he wanted to enjoy his wife’s company.

She was beautiful. He found her so beautiful. And he adored everything about her. Her kindness, the way she always loved him even though he could get a little grumpy sometimes. The way she handled everything with such ease. How smart she was. How supportive and understanding she was of him and his career. How she raised the kids, took care of them and their household on her own when he was away, and never used that against him. How good she was at her own job. How she created such a loving atmosphere in their family. Everything.

Jamie soon left to wake up the two older boys who even despite the complaints got out of the bed pretty quick and happily ran downstairs to help their dad in the kitchen. Y/n stayed behind a little to take care of D/n and to put herself together before she headed to the kitchen to join the rest of the pack. She heard laughter and giggles coming from there and she stopped and listened to the conversation they were having, she smiled to herself and enjoyed everything that was said.

Y/n often felt that she didn’t have enough time to pause and enjoy the present moment, but she was slowly learning to do so. The kids were growing up way too fast for her liking, life kept moving forward without a chance of it ever slowing down and she got sad at times when she realized how fast the kids will turn into adults. Y/n wanted to stay stuck in time, stay this old for a little longer and have the kids stay little longer, and have more time to process it all. But mostly she wanted a little more time off for Jamie who even though never said it out loud regretted not being there for them all the time. But they knew he loved them more than anything or anyone else in the world and that was enough.

“Can we go skating with you dad?” Their oldest son asked with hope, but he knew what answer was coming. He asked the same question, every morning when Jamie was home and about to go to practice. Each time the answer was no but he never gave up. The positive attitude towards everything and how he was never losing hope was Jamie’s favorite trait of their oldest son. It reminded him of Y/n.

“You know you can’t come with me buddy,” Jamie said with a sad voice. He hated saying no to him and he even wished he could bring the boys with him, but it was never convenient. “But I can ask the boys and we can go skating together on the weekend. What do you think?”

“I think we should hurry up,” Y/n joined the conversation, but no one heard her because the boys started screaming in excitement. She then sat down at the table and enjoyed the pancakes Jamie and the boys made for her and she helped their younger son with eating because he preferred to play with it rather than eating it. “Did you guys tell daddy where you’re going today?”

“No,” the older boy said. “We’re going to the zoo with the kindergarten.”

“And you wanted to miss the zoo to go skating? The zoo’s more fun for sure.” Jamie answered.

After the tasty breakfast, everyone headed to the bathroom to get ready for kindergarten and the day. Jamie helped them brush their teeth and hair, he even let them use a tiny little amount of his deodorant because both boys adored their dad and wanted to be just like him. It wasn’t rare for the boys to draw on their hands and pretend the drawings were real tattoos or them putting on Jamie’s hockey gear and playing hockey around the house. Y/n in the meantime prepared their outfits, soothed the crying baby, and managed to get dressed up without being disturbed.

“I’ll drop the kids at the kindergarten,” Jamie whispered as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s waist from behind and hugged her tightly. “And I’ll try to get back home sooner than usual, and we can then do something fun.”

“Aren’t you amazing?” Y/n said happily, turning around to face Jamie, wrapping her hands around his neck, and kissing him before he got to answer. She expected a cocky answer from him, and she wanted to avoid it.

A few minutes later the whole family was outside their house, all of them about to head in different directions to different places. The boys were going to the kindergarten, Jamie to the arena and Y/n and D/n were going for a regular check-up at the doctor. “I love you boys,” said with a proud face and kissed all three boys goodbye.

“And we love you girls,” Jamie said, kissed Y/N and their daughter and the boys repeated after him before they all jumped into the car.

Later that day after Y/n returned home from the doctors and the grocery store, she cooked lunch for herself and then picked up the boys from the kindergarten. They then went for a walk around the neighborhood to put D/n to sleep in her stroller and the boys being the amazing brothers argued about who was gonna push the stroller. Y/n felt joy in her heart she couldn’t describe. She was simply proud of how loving the boys were.

When Jamie returned home, 2 hours earlier than usual, he expected to find his pack in the living room and he secretly hoped they would greet him, but the house was empty. He went to the living room and that’s when he finally found Y/n and the kids. They were in the garden enjoying the warm weather and the sunshine, eating some fruit, and playing with way too many things but they seemed to be enjoying. Jamie watched them from behind the glass door and adored Y/n once again. She was smiling widely, she glowed and looked even prettier than usual at that moment. She was showing D/n some flowers they probably picked in their garden and D/n was from what Jamie saw laughing at it. The boys were sitting on the blankets around the girls, their younger son was drawing something (and judging from the dozens of papers lying around it wasn’t his first artwork that day) and the older son was playing the puzzles while telling Y/n some exciting story. She listened carefully to every word and looked at the kids with so much love and adoration that Jamie wondered how he could get so lucky.

“Dad!” The younger boy screamed when Jamie came to the garden and both boys happily ran towards him to hug him.

“When you said you were gonna come home earlier I didn’t expect it would be this early,” Y/n said to Jamie as he sat down next to her. “But I’m not complaining. I missed you.”

“Missed you too love,” Jamie whispered as he leaned closer to kiss her and he then picked up D/n and took her in his arms to cuddle with her. Jamie was such a great dad and Y/n always knew he would be even though Jamie used to call himself a boy dad and say that he wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. But the moment they found out their next baby was going to be a girl he changed his mind completely and couldn’t wait to have a daughter. And from the second she was born she had him wrapped around her finger. “If you want you can go take a nap, I’ll stay there with the kids. I know you didn’t get much sleep.” Jamie offered.

At the first moment, she wanted to accept the offer and go to bed but when she looked around, she changed her mind. The sky was still blue, the sun was still shining, and the kids were having way too much fun and there was no way she was gonna miss this moment with her whole family. “I think I’ll stay right here.” She said with a smile.

The family stayed in the garden until the sun disappeared from the sky and just when the air got significantly colder, they all realized it was time to head home and have dinner. Neither one of them wanted to move because they were having so much fun but all of them were hungry and tired after a long day. The boys happily helped Y/n with dinner and although it took a little longer and the kitchen was a little messier than if Y/n did it on her own she enjoyed it as any other activity with her loves. Dinner was a favorite time of the day in the Benn family because it was usually the time when they all gathered and spent time together. For Y/n it was a time where she finally had everyone home and that was when she felt best even if it meant Jamie would leave for a game later. Jamie loved it because he was finally home with the ones most important to him and nothing could ever compare to the warmth of being home with his family. The kids loved dinner just as any other time they would get to eat but even they knew it meant they would most likely be all together.

“Dad? Can you read to us tonight?” One of the boys asked Jamie after the dinner.

“Of course!” Jamie answered with excitement. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll be there in a second okay?”

The boys listened and ran upstairs to their bathroom to brush their teeth and put on their pajamas and quickly jumped to bed and waited for Jamie. Jamie soon left Y/n alone in the living room so she could feed the baby in peace and went to the boys’ room.

“Alright, boys, ready?” Jamie asked the boys as he sat down with the book the boys picked. It was their favorite book about hockey that Jamie got them when they were younger and both Jamie and Y/n lost track of the number of times they read it to them. “A young boy doesn't want to go to bed. The hockey game is on! ‘What if I can't fall asleep?’ the boy says. ‘Don't worry,’ says his dad. ‘You will.’ After his parents have tucked him in and turned out the light, he shines a flashlight on his prized hockey possessions around his room: the posters of his favorite players, the pennant for his favorite team, the puck.” Jamie read. Not for too long though, the boys well asleep after a few minutes. “Good night boys,” Jamie said quietly as he left the room.

Y/n just finished putting D/n to sleep when Jamie walked into their bedroom. “That was quick,” Y/n noted.

“Told you I have a talent at putting the kids to sleep.” He said with a grin. “Abd good night to my little princess.” He whispered and kissed his little girl gently on her forehead before Y/n put her into her crib.

“You’re just lucky,” Y/n answered.

“I am,” Jamie said with a proud smile as he looked at his wife. He knew he was lucky. He hardly ever told this to his family, but he knew they knew he loved them more than anything. “And now I can finally focus purely on you.” He announced when he got out of the shower and went to Y/n.

“This was one of the nicest days in a while Jamie,” Y/n snuggled to Jamie and traced Jamie’s tattoos mindlessly. “Oh, and you better don’t forget to take the kids skating on the weekend. They were talking about it all day.” She laughed.

“I told the team and they all agreed to hang out,” he said. “And now give me a big kiss.” He said seriously.

“You’re horrible,” Y/n laughed before she kissed him. No matter how annoying and cocky he could get she loved him with all her heart.

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Flashlight | Jamie Benn

Summary: When life gets a little too dark, a certain someone is always there to light the way. Words: 5k (i’m so sorry) Note: I wrote something with a similar plot line a long time ago and have been wanting to rewrite it so I can post, but it really wasn’t meant to become this long.... oops.

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice.

Sitting in front of your bedroom window, your chin resting in your hands, you frown. You’d been watching the stars, but now you focus your gaze on your neighbor’s window. You know the room from where the light flashed; that’s Jamie’s room.

Jamie is your best friend. You’ve lived next to him your whole life and one day, you accidentally kicked your ball over the hedge. He came to bring it back but told you you’d only get it back if you would play with him. He prefers street hockey, but you’re a football fan, and he agreed to play your game.

Ever since then, you’ve been thick as thieves.

The light flashes once more, and then Jamie appears in front of his window. His is open, but yours is closed; he motions to you to open yours too, and you oblige.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice down but still reach him. “If mommy and daddy find out we’re awake, they’ll be super mad.”

It’s 11 pm and at that age, it feels like the middle of the night.

“I can’t sleep,” says Jamie, on the other hand. “And I’m bored. The light was to get your attention. I wanna talk.”

You sigh. You don’t like the possibility of getting into trouble, but even as young as you are, you find it hard to say no when Jamie looks at you with his big brown eyes, so you nod.

“Fine. But from now on, you can only flash the light when it’s an emergency.”

“Okay, but when I do, you have to promise to respond.” Jamie crosses his arms, a stubborn look on his face. “That’s what best friends do.”

You’re 6 years old and the light flashes twice.

You don’t notice it at first, cause you’re in your room, reading. It’s late at night and you should probably be asleep, but your book is just so much fun. Reading is one of your favorite things to do to pass the time, even if Jamie sometimes makes fun of you for it and tries to convince you to play street hockey with him, instead. But playing street hockey with Jamie isn’t very fun cause he always wins.

When you notice the light flashing, you walk to your window. You wonder if it’s an actual emergency or if Jamie is simply bored again. But when you get to the window and open it, you’re met with Jamie’s face, his eyes filled with tears.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, worry flooding your veins. You rarely see Jamie cry; you cry all the time, when you fall or when you drop your ice cream or when you lose your favorite stuffed animal, but the only thing you’ve ever noticed on Jamie is a slight quiver of his lip.

“There’s a monster under my bed,” he whispers. He’s clutching a stuffed animal under his arm. You never even knew he had one. “I heard it.”

You frown. “I can’t help you with that, Jamie. You have to go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up for you.” Cause at that age, there’s not a single problem your parents can’t fix.

Jamie sounds annoyed when he speaks next, which is unfair, cause it’s not your fault there’s a monster under his bed. “I already told them, but they don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep and stop worrying. As if I can do that, when there’s a monster there!”

You sigh. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do.” You figure that’s the right thing to say because that’s what your mom always says to your dad when he’s complaining, but your dad always responds with a sigh and silence, whereas Jamie seems to have a different idea.

“I can come sleep in your room. You don’t have monsters, right?”

That idea brings fear into your eyes. “You can’t come here! Mommy and daddy can’t find out I’m awake!”

Now there’s a mischievous look in Jamie’s eyes. “I can climb over the garage.”

Technically, he could. Your garages are linked and if he climbs out of his window, he should be able to walk across the rooftops to your window, and climb inside. But when you watch him swing his leg over the window sill, you can’t help but feel scared for him.

“Please be careful,” you tell him, and he shoots you a look as if to say ‘duh’. When he reaches your window, you help him inside. “If our parents finds out, they’ll be so mad.”

“Don’t be scared,” he tells you, and you push against his shoulder.

“You’re the one that’s afraid of monsters!”

You watch as Jamie jumps up on your bed, crawling under the blankets right away. Your bed isn’t meant for two people and you awkwardly have to slide in beside him, pulling your pillow away from him.

“Hey!” he protests, and you frown.

“It’s my pillow! Get your own!” But when he pushes his head onto it, the top of his head against your cheek, you don’t tell him to go away. Instead, you close your eyes, ready to go to sleep.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jamie’s voice is soft, a whisper almost. “I won’t forget this.”

You shrug. “That’s what best friends do.”

You’re 8 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s the first time you’ve used the emergency call. In fact, before this, you thought it was kinda silly. What could ever be such a big emergency, that you would need Jamie right away?

But when he appears in his window, your heartbeat slows down for the first time in an hour, and you know you made the right decision.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie sounds panicked, the thought of anything being wrong with you scaring him more than he’d like to admit.

For a few seconds, you don’t respond. It’s hard to get the words out while hiding the fact that you’re on the verge of tears, and you don’t want him to know you’re crying.

“I think mom and dad are gonna kill each other,” you finally say, and your voice cracks, betraying your distress.

Jamie frowns. “Moms and dads don’t kill each other.”

“Yes, they do!” Tears are starting to roll, and you can’t stop them. “I saw it on TV once! They were yelling, and then the dad had a knife, and…” You stop yourself.

“And now your mom and dad are yelling at each other, too?” Jamie finishes for you. You can only nod.

“And I’m scared,” you whimper.

Instantly, Jamie’s protective instincts kick in; he’s barely aware of having them, all he knows is that you’re hurt and he would do anything to get that look off your face, so he jumps over his window sill and runs across the garage.

“You don’t have to do that,” you bring out, not wanting him to get into trouble with his parents, for coming out to your house at night, but he’s already climbing into your window.

He sits on your bed, cross-legged, and pats the space next to him. “Now you don’t have to be scared anymore,” he says triumphantly, and you frown.

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m here to protect you, obviously.” He rolls his eyes. “I’d never let anyone hurt you.” You lay back and close your eyes, and he quickly lays down next to you. For a while, you’re both quiet, although the muffled sounds of your parents’ angry voices still echo through the walls. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If I married you, I’d never yell at you.”

You smile at that. You don’t really know what marriage means at this age but you know that if you’re ever gonna get married you’d want it to be Jamie, who plays with you and makes you laugh and never, ever makes fun of you the way some of the boys in your school do.

“Let’s get married when we’re older,” you say, and he smiles back.

“Yeah, okay.” Cause he’s pretty sure that’s what best friends do.

You’re 10 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s only 5pm and it’s not dark yet, so it’s hard to see, and it takes a few more flashes before you finally notice it. You drop your diary and pen and walk to the window, opening it.

“It’s 5 pm,” you say, “you could just knock on the door.”

Jamie stands opposite you, hanging slightly over the edge of his window sill. He’s wearing his favorite hockey jersey and his hair is ruffled, and he looks upset.

“Why won’t you ever play hockey with me?” he asks, his voice forceful and a bit scruffy. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad. Maybe he’s both.

“I, uhm…” You don’t know how to answer that question and he doesn’t give you much time to think about it, because he speaks again.

“Nobody in school wants to play 1 on 1 hockey with me anymore cause they say I’m too good and it’s not fun if they never win. I don’t understand what they want. Do they want me to pretend I’m bad at hockey? Let them win? Where’s the fun in that?” He crosses his arms. “Is that why you never wanna play with me?”

You don’t appreciate the insinuation, mimicking his position and crossing your arms, too. “I don’t wanna play hockey with you cause I don’t like sports,” you growl. “And you know that. I would never stop playing anything with you cause you win. Besides, I always beat you at Scrabble, and Monopoly, too, so it’d be even.”

“Oh,” he says, a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.” He seems genuinely sorry and your apprehension fades immediately. Instead, you feel sorry for your talented best friend, and sigh.

“Do you wanna play a game with me now?”

“I’ll just beat you,” he says miserably, and you almost laugh because you’ve never seen him upset about the prospect of winning.

“Yes, but it’ll make you feel better,” you tell him. “And if you feel bad for beating me we can play Scrabble after.”

“Okay.” Jamie’s face has lit up and his eyes are twinkling again, and even if you get your ass handed to you later, it’s worth it because he’s happy again.

And that’s what best friends do.

You’re 12 years old and the light flashes twice.

You almost mistake it for the lightning outside, but when you notice it, you walk towards the window, your duvet wrapped around your shoulders like a cape. It’s storming outside, rain and wind and thunder and lightning, and you have to yell at Jamie to get him to hear you over the noise of nature.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” he yells back. Despite everything, you smile. Jamie knows you’re scared of lightning and thunder, and as always, he’s right there to check up on you.

“Not really,” you admit, tugging the duvet closer to your body. “I can’t sleep with the noise. Do you think the house could burn down?”

“No,” says Jamie right away, as if that’s an obvious answer. You’re pretty sure he’s lying to you to make you feel better, but you decide to believe him because well, it does make you feel better. “Do you want me to come over?”

Your eyes widen. “No! No, you can’t do that! Jamie!”

He’s not listening to you. Instead, he’s climbing out of the window.

“Jamie, no! You can’t go outside in this weather, you could die!” Panic is starting to rise in your chest as you watch him run across the roof.

“Still alive,” he pants, as he climbs into your window. His clothes are wet from the rain now and so is his hair, flopping down his forehead. “Feel safer yet?”

He’s teasing, but you actually do. Your heart has been racing since the weather got worse but now, with him next to you, suddenly it has calmed down.

“I have an idea,” he proclaims proudly, grabbing a pillow from your bed. “We’re gonna make a blanket fort! A fort could protect you just as much as I can, and together, we’ll make sure you’re safe!”

You’re pretty sure a single boy and a bunch of pillows can’t protect you against lightning, but you don’t question him because you know he’s trying to make you feel better, as he always is, and for the next half hour you focus on creating the perfect fort out of pillows and blankets.

About 45 minutes later, you’re lying in your fort, your head against Jamie’s shoulder, both of you staring up.

“Better?” Jamie asks softly, and you smile at him.

As always, he made you feel loads better. That’s what best friends do.

You’re 15 years old and the light flashes twice.

“I have been informed of something I’m very unhappy with,” Jamie says as soon as you open your window. He’s wearing a white button up and has his hair combed back neatly, and you have a feeling you know what he’s gonna say.

“Why aren’t you going to the dance anymore?”

You sigh. You were hoping not to have this conversation with him, but you know him well enough to know he’s not going to let it go, so you defensively cross your arms.

“I just don’t wanna go.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s a lie. You’ve been talking about this for like, weeks.”

It’s true. You were so excited about the school dance; it was going to be a magical night, wearing a beautiful dress, with your hair all curled. Instead you’re wearing sweatpants and your hair is up in a ponytail.

“My parents wouldn’t let me go,” you lie.

“Try again,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. He’s always been able to tell when you’re lying and it’s never been as annoying as now, not even when you play cards.

“Fine,” you finally burst out, “I’m not going cause I don’t have a date, okay! All my friends are going with boys and I didn’t have a boy ask me, so I can’t go, because I can’t go alone.”

Confusion is written clear over Jamie’s face. “I didn’t know we had to go with girls,” he says warily, “I was gonna go with my friends.”

You shrug. “It’s whatever. I didn’t wanna go that badly.”

You really, really did. But going alone is pathetic and you can’t deal with everyone making fun of you for it.

Jamie straightens his back, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.

“Y/N,” he speaks slowly, “go put on your dress.” You wanna ask him why, but he’s already slammed the window shut. And because it’s Jamie and when he tells you to do something, you do it, you put on your dress and even your shoes, brush your hair out and put on some make up.

Half an hour later Jamie shows up on your doorstep with a bunch of flowers he’s clearly just pulled from his mom’s garden.

“Would you go to the dance with me?” he asks formally, and you frown.

“You were going with your friends.”

“You are my friend,” he says sternly, holding his arm out. You grab it. “My best friend, in fact. And this is what best friends do.”

You’re 16 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s only the second time you’ve used the emergency light and Jamie hurries to the window, his heart sinking in his chest when he sees your tear-streaked face. He has an idea what’s going on, and he’s not liking it.

“What happened?” he asks, and you answer exactly as he was expecting.

“Sean broke up with me.” You sniffle away some tears. “He’s dating Abigail now.”

“Asshole,” Jamie says whole-heartedly. He’s never liked Sean. Sean wasn’t good enough for you; you deserved someone so much better. He always knew that boy would break your heart, and it took everything in him to not punch him in the face the very first time he saw you together.

But you liked him. Maybe you were even in love with him. You weren’t completely sure, because love was such an abstract to you, and you didn’t know what it meant to be in love. But you knew you liked him, and the day he asked you to be his girlfriend had seemed to be the best day of your life.

Of course now, only three months later, you realized it had been the worst. And your so called friend Abigail could go to hell, as well.

“I really liked him, Jamie,” you whimper, and you hide your face in your hands to stop him from seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jamie has never been dumped. He’s always the one doing the dumping, though he hasn’t done a lot of it; he’s quite popular with the girls in school, but he never seems very interested in them, only taking a handful of them out of a date and usually calling it off after a few weeks.

“I’m going to kill him.” The voice, familiar like your old favorite song, sounds a lot closer than you would expect it to, and you look up only to find Jamie’s chocolate brown eyes staring into your own.

“You can’t do that,” you mutter, “cause then you’ll end up in prison and I won’t have my best friend anymore.”

Something flashes between Jamie’s eyes, but it’s gone as soon as he jumps into your room. His jaw is clenched. He wishes there was something he could do to make sure you would never get hurt again. He hates seeing you with other boys. No matter who they are, they are never good enough for you. You deserve the world, and there’s only one person who he knows would do anything in his power to make that happen.

“You know we’ll always be best friends, right?” he asks carefully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you nestle into him. You hum appreciatively.

“Yeah.”

“But if you wanted us to be more, that would also be cool.” He mentally slaps himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. Way to go, Benn. That’s a very romantic way to tell your best friend you wanna be her boyfriend.

You look up, confusion clear on your face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that Sean isn’t worth the attention of a crippled goldfish, let alone someone as amazing as you.” He takes a deep breath. “And if you ever wanna be with someone who won’t ever hurt you like that, you can always date me.”

You laugh, but it’s a light and loving laugh, not one meant to make fun of him.

“Oh Jamie,” you sigh, “couldn’t you have said that a little earlier?”

And you press your lips to his cheeks.

You’re 17 years old and the light flashes twice.

After 12 years of being friends, that shouldn’t surprise you, but it does. Because the light hasn’t flashed in 6 months. Not since you and Jamie broke up.

Carefully, you make your way to the window. It’s nearly midnight, and you had just been getting ready for bed.

“Jamie?” you asks tentatively. “What’s up?”

“Hey!” he drawls, and you know what’s going on right away.

“You’re drunk,” you state, and Jamie grins at you, his eyes twinkly. It does funny things to your stomach and you know it’s not supposed to.

Not anymore.

“I might be a little drunk,” he slurs. “Have you ever been drunk, Y/N?” Then, he pauses. When he continues, his voice is sad. “I should know the answer to that. If we were still friends, I would know that.”

It hurts your heart, to hear him talk like that. Your relationship was great, for as long as it lasted, but it ended suddenly and with a lot of drama, as Jamie had seen you at a party with Sean and thought you’d been flirting with your ex.

You’d been telling Sean to leave you alone, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that after a big, stupid fight, Jamie had slammed the door and left.

“Why aren’t we together, anymore?” His voice brings you back from your thoughts and you tell him exactly that.

“You left. You told me you never wanted to see me again.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs, but it’s a bitter laugh, with no humor in it. It’s a weird sound to hear coming from Jamie, whose voice is always soft and whose laugh is always light.

“I obviously didn’t mean that, now, did I?” he says, and you know that.

You know that he wanted you to follow him. To fight for him. But your entire childhood, you watched your parents fight for each other, and eventually they would lose that fight. It took them years of unhappiness to give up on that fight, and only then did they become happy again.

You’d thought you would be like your parents, but you’d been wrong. Because you didn’t just lose a boyfriend, you lost your best friend, and you didn’t think you could be truly happy without him.

“I’m sorry, Jamie,” you tell him earnestly, because you are. If you could turn it all back, you would.

“Maybe…” He hesitates. His words are slurring a little less and you wonder if he’s sobering up. “Maybe we can go back to being friends?”

“I would like that.”

The next day you show up on his doorstep with food from your favorite breakfast place, and you get him painkillers and watch The Bachelor for hours, and at the end of the morning, you’re pretty sure you’ve both decided to erase the past 6 months from your memory.

Because sometimes, forgetting is what best friends do.

You’re 19 years old and the light flashes twice.

That’s weird, because there’s only 1 person who could be flashing the light, and he’s not supposed to be here.

You run to the window, nearly tripping over some stuff you left on the floor of your room, and sure enough, on the opposite side in Jamie, grinning from ear to ear, leaning on the window sill.

“Jamie?” you call out. “What are you doing here?” You nearly jump out of your window and run across the roofs, launching yourself through his window and into his arms. He catches you easily, his chuckle ringing in your ears as you bury your face in his neck and his arms wrap around your waist.

“Surprise,” he hums. “Happy birthday.”

A surprise, it is. It’s your birthday tomorrow but you weren’t expecting to see Jamie. You’ve not seen him much ever since he got drafted and started playing in the BCHL.

“I missed you,” you sigh as you finally let him go. You let your eyes travel over him; he’s changed, but he’s still the same, too. His jaw is starting to get scruffy and he looks more bulky than he ever has before. He’s tall, too, towering over you. But his eyes are still the same, looking at you with fondness, and you find nothing but love in his face.

“Missed you too,” he smiles. “Did you really think I was gonna miss your birthday?”

“I mean, I was a little worried,” you admit to him. “But I knew you’d find a way to make it special.”

He laughs and joins you, as you speak in unison. “That’s what best friends do.”

He reaches out then, brushes some hair out of your face, and his expression turns serious. “I need to ask you something,” he says.

Your skin burns where his fingers touched it, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your fluttering heart. Sure, Jamie is your best friend, as he’s always been, but you would be lying if you said you don’t miss having him as a boyfriend, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still head over heels, unreasonably, undeniably in love with him.

“If I kissed you right now, would you be unhappy about that?”

Jamie has never been a man of many words, but this hits you so suddenly you nearly forget how to breath, bursting out in a fit of coughs instead, and he laughs lightly.

“Sorry. Too sudden?” He rubs your shoulder until you regain your posture and your oxygen, and then looks at you with a worried expression on his face. “If you don’t want that, that’s okay. I understand. We can just be best friends. I just thought… maybe I read it wrong.”

But he didn’t, he read it just right, and you can’t stand the idea of missing this opportunity; you’ve always known it’s him, it was always supposed to be him, and you reach up and kiss him.

“Wow,” he breathes out against your lips, and the situation is so ridiculous, standing in his childhood room in the dark with you in your pajamas, his lips still against yours, that you both start laughing.

Because that’s what best friends do.

You’re 20 years old and your phone buzzes.

You were already half asleep but when you feel the vibration, you shoot up in bed and grab your phone.

You got two texts. Two images of a flashlight. With a smile on your face, you call the familiar number.

“That’s lame,” you tell him, and Jamie’s laugh rings through the phone.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there to flash the light,” he says.

“So?” You’re too anxious, too impatient to banter with him. “Are you in?”

There’s a pause. A silence, that seems to last for hours, but most likely just lasted a few seconds.

“I got in.”

To your own annoyance, tears jump into your eyes, but it’s all from happiness.

“Oh, Jamie,” you mumble, “congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”

After being in the minors for a while, finally, he got the call, and finally, he’s gonna play in the NHL. His childhood dream, coming to life.

“Your dream is coming true,” you tell him, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice when he speaks.

“Yeah, and the best thing is that you’ll be there.”

You promised him that you’d be at his first NHL game, no matter where it ended up being. You’d never been to Dallas before, but you guessed it was about time, if there was a chance it was gonna be home some day.

“Yeah, well, that’s what best friends do,” you teased. “And girlfriends, too. So, can you get me a jersey?”

You’re 25 years old and there’s a million lights flashing around you.

It’s your anniversary and Jamie told you you’d go on a romantic boat trip. You hadn’t even known what that meant, but it turned out to be a rowboat, the moonlight, some great food in a picnic basket, and, well, the most important thing, Jamie.

Dallas was home now and you loved it, but most of all you loved being able to share in his dream with him. A dream that got even better when he was named captain, earlier this year. Him being an NHL captain meant you didn’t see him nearly as much as you liked, and sometimes road trips seemed to last forever, but every moment he was with you made it all worth it, and you knew this was it.

This was right.

You hadn’t expected much from your anniversary dinner, with Jamie being in the middle of a tough stretch and barely being able to even make an evening free, so you’d already been pleasantly surprised, and you hadn’t expected any other surprises.

Until Jamie pulls out a flashlight, and flicks it on and off, twice.

“What are you doing, James?” you giggle, taking the flashlight from him. “There’s not really an emergency, is there? Are we signaling aliens?”

“Something like that,” Jamie mutters, and that’s when seemingly a million lights - in reality, probably 20 or so - flash all around you.

You look around in wonder, and when your eyes travel back to your boyfriend, he’s sitting on the floor of the boat, awkwardly balancing on one knee.

That’s when the tears jump into your eyes.

“I had to call in a lot of favors, to get this many people waving around flashlights in the middle of a lake,” he says dryly. “Good thing the captain has some extra pull.”

“Jamie…” you start softly, but he interrupts you.

“Look, I’m not that good with words, we both know this, but I really wanna get this out, so can you let me talk for a bit?” He reaches up to take your hands in his and you nod, squeezing them.

“Ever since I was a little boy, whenever I felt scared, I just had to flash the light and you were there. I didn’t know many things, back then. I knew the sky was dark and you were afraid of thunder, I knew parents can love and fight, I knew sometimes the rain didn’t stop. And I knew that when I was lost or scared, you were there.

Like a flashlight, in the rain, or in the dark, you lit the way for me. You’re the reason I’m here today, and still to this day, you guide me through dark times, and you make the best times even better. And I know one thing, now.

I know I got all I need when I got you in my life, and I’m not willing to ever let that go. So will you please, stay forever, and become my wife?”

Tears are rolling down your cheeks now and you launch yourself forward into his arms. He catches you easily, but the boat rocks dangerously. You can’t bring yourself to care.

Whenever Jamie is around, you know you’re safe.

“Yes,” you whisper in his ear, “yes, yes, yes.”

Because he’s your flashlight, too, and you know he’ll be that forever.

That is, after all, what best friends do.

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