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I was hoping you could write something with Vince? Angst and fluffy ending? Please ❤️
Hold Me Close, And Never Let Go
Hey y’all, and hi to the lovely person who requested this Vince Dunn angst and fluff story. I'm doing well, and I hope you all are too. The pronouns for the reader in this story are they/them (so if you want it changed, let me know *directed at the lovely requester*). I’ve been busy recently, and so I apologize for this request coming out a little later than I wanted. I hope you also all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!
Pairing: Vince Dunn x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Angst, Stressed reader
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Heavy storms raged outside their Seattle apartment, the rain pitter-pattering against the windows as they tried to focus on their work. Thunder snapped now and then, and the wind seemed to whistle in the air as a warning.
The paper in front of them was taunting them, a blank page with no answer. All the numbers, letters, formulas, instructions, whatever it was, just didn’t make sense. It was all an incoherent mess to their tired eyes.
Deadlines were chasing them, yelling, screaming at them as if the time ticking down like sand slipping away through their fingers.
The pen in their hands seemed to be ticking them off at every moment. Ink flowed inconsistently, slipping on the paper in the wrong direction, scribbles and scrawls seeming to be the only thing that marked up their page.
A knock came from their door as they were lost in thought.
“Baby? I miss you.” He called out from behind the door. “Can we cuddle together?”
It had been so long since they heard Vince’s voice, gentle compared to his figure. As badly as they wanted to cuddle with him, they had work to catch up on and do.
They just wished he could hold them, telling them that ‘it’s alright’ and ‘you’re doing lovely,’ to calm the storm of stress in their mind. The storm seemed to mirror the outside weather that was rampant, windy, and rainy.
Instead, they sighed, almost in irritation. “Can’t. I’m working.” Even though they mumbled, their voice still cracked, amplifying their exhaustion.
“Please.” The door creaked open as he came in, his steps careful as he walked towards them. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve even heard your voice.”
The storm continued outside, a flash of lightning followed by thunder disrupting the silence in the room.
Taking a deep breath in, it felt uneven, irritating them further. “Vince, I need to get this done,” they groaned. “Leave me alone for a bit.” Their voice came out much sharper than they had intended, and it was evident when a look of hurt appeared on his face.
He stood there in the middle of the room in silence, looking at them, arms crossed over his chest. They turned their head and looked at him for a brief moment, noticing how sad and disappointed he looked when they said that, and a pang of guilt struck them as they turned back to their work.
“Why.” He sounded hurt, his words came out so emotionally and yet empty and hollow all at once. “Why can’t you just rest with me for a moment?”
They thought about it in silence for a bit. The deadlines seemed so sudden, and the pressure to keep the expectations high was suffocating. Their body felt worn out, tense, and exhausted.
Turning to look at him, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring their vision. “I don’t know,” they croaked. “There’s just so much—”
Vince walked over to them, crouching down to be lower than eye level, and rested his hand on their shoulder. “You need a break.” He pleaded. “Okay?” His voice was always gentle with them, even when they both were upset or hurt. He never spoke louder than he had to, ever.
They finally let out a sob, exhaustion catching up to them, tears streaming down their face as they leaned into his arms. His hands braced them, holding them close as he carefully moved them off of the chair and onto the ground in his lap.
Their breaths were rough and ragged, uneven and unsteady. “I’m sorry,” they mumbled, sniffling slightly. “I’m sorry for getting upset at you.”
“It’s okay, you’re alright. I know you weren’t feeling the best and that you weren’t in the right state of mind.” His words were genuine, smile sweet as ever.
Vince being this kind to them, even when they were upset, made them cry more at how sweet he was. The tears continued to fall, running down their cheeks, their nose now stuffy and irritated as they cried.
“Shh, it’s going to be alright,” he soothed. His thumb rubbed small circles into their back, their face hidden in the crook of his neck. “Stay here with me, just for a bit.”
They both remained like this for a while, on the floor together in each other’s embrace, the storm calming down outside to a gentle rainfall. His deep breaths steadied them, a solid rock in the ocean that never seemed to move in the most hectic storms. Despite the tears continuing to run down their face, they remained silent for the most part, taking breaths in every now and then.
He hummed softly into their hair, pulling them closer to his body as he did so. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?” Pressing his lips to their forehead gently, he spoke, “We just need a quick nap, that’s all.”
Tears welling up in their eyes again, the kindness and patience he showed never failed to disappoint them. He never once upset them or made them feel bad about themselves. He was always caring and sweet, he was always perfect in their heart.
“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” His hand went up to their face, cupping it gently in his palms as his thumb wiped a tear away.
They shook their head, choosing to remain in silence in fear that if they tried to speak, their tears would start to fall again, unending.
“It’s okay, we can always talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he spoke softly.
Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around them, he got up and walked to their shared bed. Setting them down gently on the bed, he then got in bed and lay down beside them. He then pulled the covers over both of them, encasing them in the soft, thick blanket.
“Cozy, baby?”
They nodded in response, scooting closer toward Vince under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them warmly as one of his hands held the back of their head as they rested it on his chest, the stress slowly crumbling away.
It was just the both of them, just him in their world at the moment. The deadlines faltering away somewhere else, the stress melting away as he held them close.
“I love you,” they mumbled quietly.
He gave them a gentle peck on the top of their head and smiled sweetly at them. “I love you too,” he said. “And I’ll never stop loving you, baby.”
They smiled at his words, and before they could start tearing up again, he peppered soft kisses all over their face, making them let out a small laugh. “That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.
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Does He Know?
Part 1 - Word Count 4075
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Authors Note: before you scroll away lets pretend Vince is not a hockey player for the plot.
Summary - In this you will meet Vince and Y/N, the beginning is so cute ngl I was kicking my feet imagining this in real life. Jack is introduced later, pls lmk what you think after you read. Enjoy !
warning - cuteness, hot men, cursing, men being men. the rest I cannot write because it's a spoiler.
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Y/N and Vince were snuggled up on the plush, charcoal gray couch in their cozy apartment. The living room was bathed in the warm, soft glow of the floor lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors.
On the television, an episode of "The 100" played, the sound of the dramatic post-apocalyptic dialogue filling the room. As the show cut to a commercial break, Vince turned to Y/N, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV screen.
A thoughtful expression crossed his handsome face, his brows furrowing slightly as he contemplated his next words.
"Hey, I've been thinking about something lately," he said, his deep voice barely audible over the background noise of the television.
She shifted slightly on the couch, the soft fabric of her oversized sweater brushing against Vince's arm. "Mhmm? What's on your mind, baby?" she asked, caressing his curls.
Vince took a deep breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "What do you think about the idea of starting a family? Of having a baby together?"
Y/N's eyes widened. A mix of joy and excitement washed over her delicate features, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. "Really? You want to have a baby with me?"
Vince nodded, his smile growing wider, revealing a hint of the dimples that Y/N adored. "Absolutely. I can't imagine anything better than creating a life with you, raising a child together."
Y/N felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the love and happiness that swelled in her heart. She threw her arms around Vince, hugging him tightly. The delicate clink of her silver Pandora bracelet filled the air as she caressed the soft strands of his hair.
"I would love that," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I've always dreamed of being a mom, of having a family with you."
Vince held her close, his strong arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. He stroked her hair gently, his fingers running through the silky strands.
"Just think about it," he said softly, his breath tickling her ear. "When you're tired from a long day, I'll come home and rub your feet, just like this."
He reached down and took Y/N's feet in his hands, massaging them gently. Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling her skin. The sound of the television faded into the background as "The 100" resumed, the dramatic music and dialogue a distant hum compared to the intimate moment they were sharing. Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling her skin.
"Keep going," she encouraged, sighing in contentment.
Vince grinned, continuing his ministrations, his fingers kneading the soft skin of her feet. "And whenever you get cranky or have cravings, I'll go to the convenience store and grab all your favorite snacks. I'll take care of you, every step of the way."
Y/N felt her heart swell with love for this man, for the future they were planning together. She gazed into his eyes, seeing the reflection of their dreams and hopes mirrored in their depths.
"And our baby," she said softly, "they'll have my face and your hair." Vince chuckled. "A perfect combination. They'll be the most beautiful child in the world."
They were in love, they were happy, and they were ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.
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Four months later…
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft rays of gold across the spacious living room of Y/N and Vince's upscale apartment in Hoboken. Y/N stood by the window, sipping on a cup of coffee with way too much milk, her gaze fixed on the bustling city below.
"Vince," Y/N called out, turning away from the window to face her partner, who was hastily getting ready for work. The sound of Vince throwing his pajamas on the ground echoed through the room, a subtle indication of his frustration.
Y/N watched as Vince moved around the room, gathering his things and preparing for the day ahead. "Can't you stay for just a few more minutes? We barely see each other anymore."
Vince, already halfway out the door, paused for a moment, a hint of frustration flickering across her features. Vince's dark brown hair sat perfectly, catching the sunlight as he turned to face Y/N. The olive hue of his skin seemed to glow in the morning light.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Vince replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "I've got an early meeting today. I can't afford to be late again."
Y/N's heart sank at the familiar excuse. It seemed like work always came first for Vince, leaving little time or energy for her relationship.
This became an everyday occurrence, her begging for the bare minimum and him pushing her away but always finding a way to make up for it in the bedroom. And even that had gotten boring. She forced a smile, masking her disappointment.
"That's what you always say, Vince! It's always about work with you. What about us? What about our relationship?"
Vince's eyes narrowed. "You know how important my career is to me, Y/N. I'm doing this for us, for our future."
"But what kind of future will we have if we never spend any time together? You’re not doing this for us, it’s for you," Y/N countered, her voice rising. "I feel like I'm living with a ghost. You're never here, and when you are, you're too tired or distracted to really be present."
"That's not fair," Vince argued. "I'm working hard to provide for us. I thought you understood that."
"I do understand, Vince. But I have a hard job and I’m not neglecting you. There has to be a balance. I need more than just financial security and whiskey dick every once in a while. I need a partner who is actually present in our relationship."
Vince glanced at his watch, his impatience growing. "Look, Y/N, I don't have time for this right now, I can’t stand your nagging so early in the morning. Can we talk about this later?"
Y/N threw up her hands in exasperation. "When Vince? When will you have time for me, for us? Because it feels like that time is never going to come."
Vince sighed heavily. "I promise I will come home early tonight, and we will talk. I'm doing the best I can, Y/N. I'm sorry if that's not enough for you."
With that, Vince turned and walked out the door, leaving Y/N standing alone in the bedroom. She wandered back to the office, where her computer sat waiting on the desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork.
With a heavy sigh, Y/N sank into the chair, her mind filled with thoughts of the growing distance between her and Vince.
Where had it all gone wrong?
Her eyes wandered to the framed photographs scattered throughout the room, memories frozen in time—vacations, celebrations, moments of laughter and love shared between them and Vince.
Each image seemed to mock Y/N, a painful reminder of the happiness they once shared. After a moment of introspection, she finally rose from the chair and made her way out into the hall, heading towards her office.
She busied herself with work, trying to drown out the nagging doubts and insecurities that gnawed at her mind. Hours passed in a blur, the click-clack of the keyboard the only sound in the silent apartment.
As the afternoon wore on, Y/N's phone chimed with an incoming text. Her heart leapt for a moment, hoping it was Vince with good news, but her hopes were quickly dashed. "Working late again tonight. Don't wait up. - V" the message read.
Y/N sighed heavily, disappointment washing over her. It seemed Vince was always working late these days. She couldn't remember the last time they'd had a relaxing evening together, just the two of them.
Trying to shake off the melancholy thoughts, Y/N decided a hot shower might help clear her head. She made her way to the master bathroom and turned the faucet on, letting the water heat up as she undressed.
Steam began to fill the room as she stepped into the tub and slid down until she was sitting, knees pulled up to her chest, letting the spray of water cascade over her.
The heat seeped into her tense muscles, Y/N's mind drifted to happier times with Vince. She thought back to their early days of dating, how attentive and affectionate he had been.
Weekends spent exploring the city, lazy Sunday mornings tangled up in each other, stolen kisses and inside jokes. They had been so in love, so sure of their future together.
But somehow, over the past three years, they had gotten off track. The demands of both their careers meant less and less quality time together.
At first it was just dinners cut short or date nights postponed. But soon, it felt like they were two ships passing in the night, occasionally sharing space but never really connecting.
Silent tears mixed with the rivulets of water running down Y/N's face as she sat there lost in thought. How had they let things get to this point?
Was there still a way to find their way back to each other? She wasn't sure anymore. But she knew she wasn't ready to give up on their marriage yet, even if it felt like Vince already had.
With a sigh, Y/N reached forward and shut off the water, watching the last of it swirl down the drain. She couldn't hide in here forever.
Grabbing a fluffy towel, she stepped out and began drying off, resigned to another solitary evening.
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Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Vince. In the week since their argument, his behavior had only become more erratic.
Late nights at the office were becoming more frequent, and when he was home, he always seemed to be on the phone, speaking in hushed tones and ending the call abruptly whenever she entered the room.
She had tried to convince herself that it was just work stress, that Vince was dealing with a big project or a demanding client. But the canceled plans and missed dinners were starting to pile up, and Y/N's suspicions were growing.
Y/N felt like a detective, piecing together clues and trying to unravel the mystery of her husband's behavior. But the picture that was emerging was not a pretty one.
Deep down, Y/N feared that Vince was hiding something from her, something that could shatter their already fragile marriage.
Amidst these swirling doubts, Y/N found herself at a family gathering, surrounded by well-meaning relatives who were all too eager to pry into her personal life. Her mother, who had never been a fan of Vince, was particularly persistent that night.
"Y/N, dear, have you met Ellens second son?" her mother asked, practically dragging a tall, handsome man over to where Y/N was standing. "He's single, successful, and quite the catch if you ask me."
Y/N's mother dragged her towards Jack, who was standing next to the piano with a champagne flute in hand. Y/N cursed under her breath as she walked hastily beside her mother.
As they approached, Jack looked up, his eyes as clear as the ocean. Y/N found herself momentarily transfixed by his gaze, a mix of confidence and intrigue.
"Hello, I'm Y/N," she introduced herself, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm sure you already know my mother." Y/N plastered on a polite smile, trying to ignore the twinge of annoyance she felt at her mother's meddling.
But as Jack started to talk, she found herself drawn in by his warmth and charm, forgetting all about the encounter.
Jack's lips curled into a small grin as he extended his hand. "Jack," he said simply, his voice smooth and inviting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."
They shook hands, Y/N couldn't help but notice the firmness of his grip, the warmth of his skin against hers. There was something electric in his touch, a spark that made her heart skip a beat.
Her mother, sensing an opportunity, quickly excused herself. "I think I see Ellen in the crowd," she said with a knowing smile. "You two get acquainted. I'll be right back."
Y/N watched her mother disappear into the throng of guests, a mixture of relief and nervousness washing over her. She turned back to Jack, who was watching her with a curious expression.
"So…" she began, taking a sip of her margarita. "How come I haven't met you yet? I've met Quinn, but I've never seen you before."
He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I guess we just run in different circles. Quinn's always been the social butterfly of the family." Jack sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about you? What's your story, Y/N?"
Y/N hesitated, not sure how much she wanted to reveal to this handsome stranger. But there was something about Jack that made her want to open up, to let down her guard.
"Oh, you know," she said with a wry smile. "Just hangin around. I don’t really do much just work and sleep. Navigating life.
Jack's grin widened. "Aren't we all?" he said, raising his glass in a toast. "To the adventures that await us."
Y/N clinked her glass against his, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation. There was something about Jack that made her feel alive, made her forget about the troubles and doubts that had been plaguing her.
He had a quick wit and an easy laugh, and Y/N found herself relaxing in his presence. Jack seemed genuinely interested in her, asking questions about her life and her interests. It was a stark contrast to the distant, distracted Vince she had been living with lately as they sipped their drinks.
As the evening wore on, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way Jack's eyes lingered on her, the way his hand brushed against hers as he reached for a drink. There was an undeniable attraction there, a spark that she hadn't felt in a long time.
But there was also something else about Jack, an edge of fun and mystery. He had a bit of a bad boy vibe, the kind of man her mother would normally warn her away from. Maybe that was part of the appeal, the thrill of a chase.
As the party wound down and Y/N said her goodbyes, Jack slipped a piece of paper into her hand. "My number," he said with a wink. "In case you ever want to grab a coffee and chat."
Y/N tucked the paper into her pocket, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. She knew it was wrong to even consider reaching out to Jack, not when she was still married to Vince. But the seed had been planted, the temptation was there.
“I’m married, but I hope this isn't the last time we cross paths." y/n said as she took his hand in hers once more. "It was great meeting you, Jack."
"I hope not either," he said softly, meeting her gaze.
With a final squeeze of her hand and a roguish wink, Jack turned and melted into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing alone with her thoughts and her racing heart before she composed herself.
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The soft click of the front door lock echoed through the quiet apartment as Vince stepped inside, a bouquet of vibrant red roses in one hand and a rustling plastic bag filled with Y/N's favorite snacks in the other.
The sweet, floral scent of the roses mingled with the aroma of buttery popcorn and rich chocolate wafting from the bag, creating an enticing blend that filled the entryway.
Vince's footsteps were muffled by the plush, cream-colored carpet as he made his way into the living room. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm, inviting light across the space, illuminating the cozy leather armchair and the intricately patterned throw blanket draped over its back.
As he rounded the corner, Vince's eyes fell upon Y/N, curled up on the overstuffed sofa, a well-worn paperback novel resting in her lap.
She looked up at the sound of his approach, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight of him standing there, an apologetic smile on his face and his arms laden with gifts.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, a myriad of emotions passing between them in the silence. Y/N's gaze flickered from the roses to the snack bag, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion.
"What is that?" she asked, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity.
Vince took a step closer, extending the bouquet towards her. The crinkle of the cellophane wrapping seemed to punctuate the moment as he held them out, a peace offering.
"I'm sorry I ditched you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I'll be home more from now on."
Y/N's expression softened as she reached out to take the roses, her fingers brushing against Vince's as she accepted them.
She brought the blooms to her nose, inhaling deeply, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as she savored their delicate fragrance.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a hint of forgiveness in the curve of her mouth.
"Thank you," she murmured, setting the roses down on the coffee table with a gentle thud. The polished wood gleamed in the lamplight, reflecting the deep scarlet of the petals.
"And the snacks?" she asked, eyeing the bag with a mix of amusement and appreciation.
Vince grinned, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sensed her mood shifting. He plopped down on the sofa beside her, the cushions giving way beneath his weight with a soft whoosh.
"All your favorites," he said, rummaging through the bag, the crinkle of plastic and the rustle of packaging filling the air. "Popcorn, those little chocolate truffles you love, and..." he paused for dramatic effect, pulling out a small, familiar blue box, "your favorite tea."
Y/N let out a small, delighted laugh, the sound like music to Vince's ears. She reached for the box, turning it over in her hands, the cardboard smooth beneath her fingertips.
"You remembered," she said, her voice warm with affection.
"Of course I did," Vince replied, his tone light and teasing. "I may be forgetful sometimes, but I could never forget the little things that make you happy."
Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, the softness of her hair brushing against his cheek. Vince wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, the heat of her body seeping into his own.
For a moment, they sat there in comfortable silence, the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle and the distant hum of the refrigerator the only sounds in the room.
"I really am sorry," Vince said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I haven't been around as much as I should be, but I promise, that's going to change."
Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes searching his face, a glimmer of hope and love shining in their depths. "I believe you," she said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently across his skin. "We'll make this work, together."
Vince turned his head, pressing a tender kiss to her palm, the warmth of his lips a silent promise.
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It has been two weeks since her encounter with jack, now here she sat at her desk. She couldn't deny the spark she had felt, the way he had made her feel seen and desired in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time.
But even as she replayed their conversations in her head, a nagging sense of guilt tugged at her heart. She was still married to Vince, even if their relationship had been strained lately, he had done his best to come home earlier but duty calls.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Y/N turned her attention to the pile of mail on her desk. She began sorting through the envelopes, her mind only half-focused on the task.
Bills, junk mail, a postcard from her sister's latest vacation...and then her hand stilled on a plain white envelope with no return address.
Frowning, Y/N tore open the envelope, her curiosity piqued Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded in half. As she unfolded it, her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
It was a hotel receipt, dated from last weekend. The name on the receipt was Vince's, but the room was booked for two people. And there, at the bottom of the receipt, was a charge for a bottle of champagne and a couples' massage.
Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as the reality of what she was seeing sank in. Vince had been at a hotel with someone else, someone he had been intimate with. The betrayal hit her like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs.
With shaking hands, Y/N reached for her phone. She scrolled through her recent calls until she found Vince's number and hit the call button.
It rang once, twice, three times before he picked up. "Hey babe, I’m really busy right now, can I call you later?” Vince's voice sounded casual, unaware of the bombshell that was about to be dropped.
"We need to talk," Y/N said, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Can you come home please? It's important."
There must have been something in her tone that alerted Vince to the severity of the situation because he agreed without hesitation. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Y/N hung up the phone and took a deep, shuddering breath. She didn't know how she was going to confront Vince, what she was going to say.
All she knew was that their marriage, their life together, was about to change forever.
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When Vince walked through the door, Y/N was waiting for him in the living room. His clothes were scattered around the apartment and their photos had been broken, the glass shards still remaining on the floor.
The smell of a floral perfume that definitely was not hers wafted into her nose.
She held up the hotel receipt, her eyes filled with tears and her voice shaking with anger. "What is this, Vince? And don't you dare try to lie to me."
Vince's face paled as he realized what she was holding. "A receipt?”
"No, you idiot!” Y/N cried, the tears now flowing freely down her face. "You've been cheating on me? You've been lying to me, sneaking around behind my back?"
"It's not what you think," Vince tried to defend himself, but his words sounded hollow even to his own ears.
"It's exactly what I think!" Y/N shouted. "How could you do this to me, to us? You were out getting rub downs at some hotel, Vince. I loved you."
Vince reached for her, but Y/N recoiled from his touch. She couldn't bear the thought of him touching her, not now, not after what he had done.
“I would cry myself to sleep next to you and you would turn away and complain. You didn’t care that you weren’t loving me the way I deserve to be loved!”
"Y/N, please," Vince pleaded. "It was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. I’ll end it right now, just...just please stop crying."
But Y/N wasn't listening anymore. She was lost in her own pain, her own sense of betrayal. The man she had built a life with, the man she had trusted with her heart, had shattered everything with his infidelity.
Y/N shook her head. "I don't know if we can fix this one, Vince. I don't know if I can ever trust you again. What am I supposed to do?" she questioned, her voice trembling with emotion as she looked up to meet his eyes with more emotion she had ever felt in her life.
“How long has this been going on.”
Vince's gaze faltered, his expression clouded with guilt and regret. He looked down at the cream-colored carpet, unable to meet Y/N's gaze. "Remember when I asked you to start a family?" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
A flood of memories washed over her—dreams of a future together, plans for a family they had once shared.
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hey!
idk if you would mind writing for him but if you dont, can you write something super angsty for Vince Dunn please? 🙂
Vince walked along the quiet, moonlit shore, his thoughts drifting to Y/N, the alluring girl with piercing green eyes who had captured his heart. They had been friends for years, but recently, their relationship had deepened into something more.
By Y/N had been through so much in her young life. By the age of 21 she had lost her sweet parents in a tragic boat accident on the shores of Washington where she had grown up her whole life. The accident had left her with deep scars, both physical and emotional. She was an only child who was deeply close to her parents, loving the shoreline and helping her dad fish off the boat. She was nearly left alone but luckily she had Vince . Vince admired her strength, but he could see the pain in her eyes, especially on nights where her vivid nightmares were so terrifying.
One night, as the wind whispered through the trees and the waves gently lapped at the shore, Vince had just arrived home to the shore home after a grueling game when he heard a soft cry. Vince followed the sound to Y/N's in their shared bedroom , where he found her tossing and turning in her sleep.
"Y/N," he whispered, gently shaking her awake. "It's just a dream, you're safe."
Y/N's eyes flew open, wide with fear. She clutched at Vince, seeking comfort.
"It's okay," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm here."
Y/N buried her face in Vince's chest, her body shaking with sobs. Vince held her close, whispering words of comfort as she cried out the pain of her past.
"I miss them so much," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "It hurts, Vince, it hurts so much."
Vince stroked her hair, his heart breaking for her. "I know, Y/N, I know how much your loved them. But you're not alone. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
They sat there, on the edge of her bed, as the night faded into dawn. Vince listened as Y/N poured out her heart, sharing memories of her parents and the life they had lost.
“I wish they were here," she said softly, wiping away her tears. "I wish I could hear their voices, feel their touch."
Vince took her hand, his gaze gentle. "They're always with you, Y/N. In your heart, in your memories. And they would be so proud of the person you've become."
Y/N smiled faintly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you, Vince. For being here, for understanding your my only person left ."
Vince leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Always, Y/N. I'll always be here for you."
As the night moon rose over the horizon, casting a glow over the sea, Vince and Y/N sat together, finding solace in each other's presence. And in that moment, they knew that together, they could face whatever challenges life threw their way.
Because love, true love, had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.
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talk me down - vince dunn
vince dunn x gender neutral! reader
summary: after a late game penalty and a frustrating shootout loss, vince is in a bad mood. good thing he has you to make him feel better
warnings: mentions of violence, langauge, angry vinny, a bit of angst but mostly fluff
word count: 1.2k
as the whistle blew with only a few minutes left in overtime, you ran a hand over your face in frustration as a penalty was called on your boyfriend, vince dunn, for deliberately whacking another player with his stick. while there should have been a call for the opponent holding and tripping vince, the way that vince had reacted was unnecessary. you’re making it worse, you thought, as he punched fiala in the face, nearly hitting him with his stick before the refs separated them. even in the stands you could hear dunn swearing his head off, and you were shocked he didn’t get more than a 2 minute penalty for what he’d done. thankfully los angeles wasn’t able to take advantage of the extra man on the ice and score a goal, but things went to the shootout and eventually the game ended in favour of the kings.
a cloud of disappointment hung heavy in the air of climate pledge arena as kraken fans filed out, without a win but still with a point as the players left the ice. you sighed as you stood up from your seat, the other players wives and girlfriends who had been at the game also getting up to go find their partners. they were talking about the game, and while you could have joined their conversation, you were more concerned with vince. you made your way to the back and waited impatiently for him to come out of the locker room.
after what felt like forever - the team surely having had a long talk with their coach about the events of the game - a familiar curly haired brunette emerged from the doorway, a scowl on his face.
“hey,” you said softly as you stood up, walking over and grabbing his hand gently. to your surprise he didn’t pull it away, but didn’t say anything, simply tilting his head in the direction of the exit. getting the message that he just wanted to go home, you nodded, walking with him out to your car and getting in the drivers seat, and the two of you began a silent drive home.
when you arrived home to his house, he went straight upstairs without a word, and you heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs as he disappeared into your shared bedroom. you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, your fingers anxiously tapping the granite counter tops as you sighed. you hated seeing him like this; beyond frustrated and tired. you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, you also understood that it was best to give him some space and time to cool down when he got like this. you took a seat on the sectional in the living room and scrolled through different apps on your phone, avoiding anything you saw about the game. about 15 minutes went by before you began to yawn, and decided to head upstairs to find vince.
as you walked into the bedroom, you saw him laying face down on the bed, his head at the wrong end. his one arm was hanging over the edge while the other was folded under his head like a pillow. he had discarded his clothes except for his sweatpants, and you admired the toned muscles of his back that were on display as he lay turned away from the door. it was clear he had just collapsed onto the bed, the blanket barely covering his legs and crumpled from being kicked aside. you quietly got changed into some shorts and one of vince’s t-shirts, before padding over to the bed and sitting down next to him.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his arm and the mattress. reaching towards him you brushed your fingers through his messy curls, shaking your head, though he couldn’t see you.
“you don’t have to apologize to me,” you assured him.
“i still am.”
“i know,” you replied, moving closer to him as you let your hands travel down to his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck, but then sighed softly as you worked at the knots in his back, trying to relieve some of the tension from the game. you spent about 10 minutes in silence, and you were honestly beginning to think vince had fallen asleep, until he spoke again.
“i’ll be lucky if i don’t get suspended or fined,” he said, groaning softly as you kneaded a particularly sore spot on his lower back.
“yeah,” you agreed cautiously. “i’m sorry, vinny; i really don’t know what to say.”
“now who’s apologizing?” he laughed dryly, and while it was bittersweet, it was the first hint of a smile you’d heard in his voice all night. “i fucked up, i have to deal with the consequences.”
“that’s true. but they should have called a penalty on the other guy.”
“yeah well i guess they thought otherwise. i didn’t exactly make the situation any better. i think i owe joey an apology for sending us to the shootout,” he gave another halfhearted laugh.
“i wouldn’t say it’s your fault it went to a shootout. give me your other arm,” you instructed, having finished massaging the arm you could reach. vince rolled over onto his back, looking up at you as he extended his right arm into your lap.
“i guess it doesn’t matter in the end,” he sighed, watching you as your hands ran up and down his bicep, soothing the tired aching beneath his skin.
“you guys still got a point,” you said optimistically, trying to look on the bright side of a shitty end to the night. vince smiled at you, the admiring gaze going unnoticed as you continued pampering him.
“yeah,” he mumbled, as you lifted his hand, playing with his fingers gently. “thank you.” you finally looked at him, his eyes tired but full of love as he stared back at you.
“anytime,” you smiled warmly, and giggling softly as vince opened his arms for you to crawl into. you laid down next to him, letting him pull you into his side as he stared up at the ceiling. you closely admired each freckle and detail of his face, and if life were a cartoon your eyes would have had hearts popping out of them.
“i love you,” you spoke quietly, placing a few kisses on his cheek. he turned his face toward you, your foreheads pressing together as he bumped his nose against yours softly.
“i love you,” he whispered. “i don’t know what i would do without you,” he admitted, kissing the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pulling you closer, tucking your head under his chin.
“you’d have a stiffer back for one-“ you were interrupted by your own laugh as he tickled your side, and you smiled as you curled your body into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash that lingered on his skin from his post-game shower. “okay - okay i’m done.”
“goodnight baby,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms before reaching over and turning off the lamp next to the bed. a wave of tiredness washed over you as the darkness in the room enveloped you, and you quickly fell asleep.
vince laid awake for a little while, listening to the tiny snores that fell from your lips as you slept. whatever repercussions were to come from tonight, and whether they had lost the game or not, he had you, and that was a win in his mind.
disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned
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Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)
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Vince Dunn x reader
Anon Request: Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)
A/N: I’m doing pretty good. Damn I forgot how much I like Vince!! I’m still taking requests for Vince Dunn or any players/Drivers!
TW: Angst, Car Cr*sh
“Hey baby, sorry I’m running late. The meeting ran late at work again.” Sighing while you walk to the car.
“It’s ok, you’ll get here when you get here. Be careful driving, there was lots of traffic coming into the arena.” He said with concern in his voice
“I will, I promise. Love you Babe!! I’ll be in my normal seat and should be there by the anthem.” You said with a smile in your voice.
“Love you too, baby.” “Hey, one more thing, can we go get sushi after we, you know what?” He asked quizzically with a laugh at the end.
“Definitely! That sounds delicious.” “See you at the game.” You said as you hung up.
As you were pulling out of the parking garage of your office building, a car blew through a stop sign. T boning your car. Causing your car to flip on to its side. Witnesses come running calling 911 and seeing if they can help.
As he stepped onto the for warm up and he didn’t see you he thought, “She hasn’t made it in yet, but I know she’ll be in for the anthem and opening face off.”
As Vince went back down the tunnel he still did not see you and that was starting to concern him but to calm his nerves he told himself that you were probably getting a snack.
When he came back onto the ice for puck drop. He looks to where you normally are sitting, and he doesn’t see you. “Where is Y/N at?? She’s probably in the bathroom. Hopefully she’ll be back for opening faceoff.” He thinks to help calm his nerves.
When he got that goal against Bobrovsky he looked to see his good luck charm in the stands and you still were not there. He thought maybe you were in the bathroom again.
When the game was over, with the kraken winning he didn’t feel the elation or the happiness that the rest of the team or the fans were feeling. He was very concerned about you. As he went into the dressing room he got his phone out of his bag seeing all of the calls he got from your phone. Listening to one of the voicemails. “Hello this is nurse Macy from Kindred Hospital Seattle, I’m calling to let you know that Y/N has been in a wreck and you were in her phone as her emergency contact. Please call us back to this number and we can give you some more information about her condition.” Vince almost dropped his phone in shock.
When trying to redial your phone number his fingers slipped multiple times and almost called Matty Beniers who was across the dressing room. When he finally was able to call your number it picked on the second ring. “Hello”
“Y/N”
“Sir, is this Vince?”
“Yes”
“Mr. Vince, This is nurse Macy, Y/N was involved in a T bone accident her car flipped onto its side. She seems to be OK other than a few broken bones right now she is asleep.”
“Oh thank everything! She is ok.” He said with a big sigh of relief. “Can I come see her?”
“Yes, you can.” “See you soon.” She said hanging up.
Vince breathes a sigh of relief knowing what happened, but is very concerned about what happened to you. He quickly showers and gets dressed to go see you.
The thing that wakes you up thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals. But instead it was Vince holding a box.
“Hi, I brought sushi!” He said with a smile.
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Request week M.List
*indicates smut •indicates angst
Trevor Zegras
Trevor dating a business owner
Trevor and a Hughes sister original
Trevor and a Hughes sister remake•
Confessing feelings
Comparing hand sizes
Jack Hughes
Cuddles
Hammock*
Don’t be such a baby
Andrei Svechnikov
Who you belong to*
Injuries
Brady Skjei
You’re not okay
Pool party*
Mark Estapa
I’d give you a kiss but I can’t reach
You’re not going out dressed like that
Giving you his jacket
I can’t get you out of my head
Don’t tempt me*
Ethan Edwards
I’ve never done this before*
Mackie Samoskevich
I think I deserve a kiss
Nolan Moyle
Little spoon
Luke Hughes
Phone sex*
-> part two*
Childhood friends to lovers
You’re not going out dressed like that*
It doesn’t matter what other people think
My turn to be little spoon
Matthew Knies
I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget that guys name*
Matthew Tkachuk
Comparing hand sizes
Auston Matthews
Your clearly in pain
You wanna have sex with me?*
Nico Hischier
What? Does that feel good?*
Drunken hugs and kisses
I can see it hurts, now show me
Nico X eldest Hughes sister
Vince Dunn
Bathtub sex*
Window sex*
Jamie Drysdale
Nasty girl Part one*
Nasty girl part two*
Mason McTavish
Don’t come any closer•
Nasty girl part one*
Nasty girl part two*
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pyrrhic with your choice of man 😘
this is screaming "more angst" at me so again, you've all been warned
"pyrrhic - won at too great a cost" with vince dunn
They'd won.
They'd won the fucking Cup. The whole god damn thing.
He'd won it again. A second time.
Two time Stanley Cup Champion Vince Dunn.
While it had a nice ring to it, and while a part of him felt the victory, felt the will to celebrate, there was an even greater part of him that felt like ultimately, he lost.
"I hope it's worth it," you had told him all those weeks ago, when the playoffs were gearing up and he just felt like being with you was too much to handle - 'added unnecessary bullshit' to his plate, were the words he believed he spat at you. "I hope you make it, Vince. I really do. I hope you win it all, I hope you get to enjoy it a second time, and I hope it's worth it."
Except, it isn't.
He wonders belatedly if you knew it wouldn't be, if that's why you said it.
Even as he hoists the cup over his head and takes his victory lap around the ice, even as he sees the happy faces of his teammates, their staff, his family and friends in the stands, that fact that your face isn't among them makes this all incredibly bittersweet.
"Hell yeah Dunner!"
"Hell yeah!" He screams back as he hands the cup off to Adam, resuming his spot beside his team.
He plays along as he gets pulled to do an interview and then another, skates into place for the team photo, celebrates with everyone's families and friends when they're all finally allowed onto the ice, shouts victoriously under champagne showers, and joins along with the team when everyone sings along to "Lithium" by Nirvana when they actually shower.
But he's still...empty. Still so hollow inside that he can't bear to stay with his family and friends when he meets back up with them in the tunnel.
He misses you so much.
You should be here, be here with him, celebrating with him and his mom, celebrating with him and the team. You should be in his arms, should be the one thing he wants to hold when the Cup isn't in his hands.
You should be here.
And it's his fault that you're not.
"I just can't do this," he had said, the words replaying in his mind on a torturous loop. "This is too much."
"I'm not asking you for anything Vince," you had insisted.
"You are!" He had exclaimed, gesturing a hand at the space between you. "This is adding unnecessary bullshit to my plate, and I don't need it right now. I need to focus."
You had blinked at him, and he nearly fucking crumbled when you took a step back, a step away from him, but he had been so mad, just so angry and frustrated that he didn't do anything about it.
"I see." You had said, and it was the last thing you had said before giving him your parting words and leaving him in his place, alone, taking your bags and your battered heart with you.
The image plays in his head on repeat as realization settles in.
What the fuck have I done?
Vince promises the guys he's just heading home to grab something before joining them to celebrate at the club, but really, he drives straight to you.
He doesn't know if you're awake. You live with your best friend in a small two bedroom house in Beacon Hill, and though he hasn't been by in the nearly two month duration of the playoffs, he'd made the drive hundreds of time at this point that he still avoided the pot hole that laid unpatched at the right turn toward your street.
When he pulls into his usual parking spot down the street, he can see the lights inside your house are off. But the porch light is on, and you're sitting out front with your best friend, who's got her arms wrapped around you as you cry into her embrace.
His heart aches.
Almost like she can sense him, your best friend looks up, scanning the street, and then she spots Vince in his car. She looks only half surprised, and then she's tipping her chin down a little, shaking her head.
Vince knows her enough to know what she's telling him.
"Don't," her expression reads. "You've done enough. Whatever you're here for, whatever you're here to fix, it's too late."
He wants to argue, wants to protest, wants to get out of this car and march down the street, onto your porch, and hold you in his arms, beg for your forgiveness, for the chance to fix what he broke.
But he doesn't. He can't. Not now, not when your best friend is looking at him like he'd committed murder.
So he swallows the lump in his throat, and drives away, avoiding the image of you crying into her arms in his rearview mirror at all costs.
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Comfort
Vince Dunn
Authors note: Vince is my comfort player. I love him. So it’s only fitting that I write about him in a comfort fic. No clue on word count. Pictures are from Pinterest. I think the only trigger is like 3 curse words? And a little bit of angst, just a tiny bit.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And yet there are so many people who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.
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Vince was new to Seattle. He had just gotten traded, he knew it was coming, but yet he wasn’t prepared for how much of a difference it would be. In St. Louis he had his friends. But here, he was so new he didn’t have friends yet and with his family in Canada he was struggling trying to settle in. He just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with. His floor in his apartment complex was very quiet, as far as he knew there were only two tenants, him and a very very quiet person, as far as the other rooms, they were used for storage. He never saw his neighbor nor had he heard them when they came and went. Until today that is, he was texting on his phone while walking down the hallway when all of a sudden something, or someone, smacked right into his chest.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention I—“ the cute blonde stopped speaking immediately when she looked at him “wow your eyes are really pretty.” Vince grinned. Kinda taken aback by the chatty girl. “Oh I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry, I’ll pay more attention next time” the girl stuttered.
“It’s really not a big deal. I’m Vince” he stuck out his hand. The girl took his hand and she swore electricity shot up her arm. “Y/n” she smiled dropping her hand and reaching for her apartment keys.
“Well for the record y/n you have very beautiful eyes as well” he added with a wink and a panty dropping smile. He felt an odd sense of calm and peace when they touched hands. “Do you flirt with all your neighbors Dunner?” She asked.
“Wait how do you—“ his eyebrows pinched together, she knew who he was.
“I work for the Kraken sometimes. I’m one of the extra medics they call in when you guys get too crazy out there. It’s my job to know who you guys are. But you should get going before you’re late to training” she leaned into her doorway of her apartment.
“Shit, yea. Well I guess I will see you around then, don’t be a stranger. You can come hang out anytime, I’m only a door away” he smiled and started to walk down the hall to go to the gym. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed her watching him “you too Vince”.
*a few weeks later*
Y/n was sitting on her couch alone, only because Vince was out of town on a roadie. She didn’t realize how much she had gotten used to his presence until he was gone. Literally. He was constantly in her apartment, and if he wasn’t at her place she was at his. At this point they were the equivalent to roommates. Vince tried to convince himself it was because he felt calm and peace around her, not that he had a massive crush on her. He made the mistake of telling his friend Sam about her and he hasn’t heard the end of it.
Y/n wasn’t mad about constantly having the cute hockey player in her apartment over the last few weeks, however she did wish he gave some heads up when he came over though. There’s been many times he just barged in when she was looking like a mess or had just crawled out of bed with her hair everywhere. He claimed it was a cute look for her but she was still mortified. He was like sex on legs, he constantly looked amazing. Between his dark curls and his bright green eyes she knew she was fucked. Plus his constant flirting and the need for physical touch was not helping her case. She quickly picked up that physical touch was how he needed reassurance. He always mentioned how she kept him grounded and not in his head, she took that as a huge compliment, he didn’t seem like the type to let people in very easily.
Her phone vibrated on the table, bringing her out of her trance she had fallen into, she reached out and saw a text from Vince.
From Dunner 😈:
Hey babygirl, you able to talk?
Babygirl, the name he called her when it was just them, she loved it. It often became Babe around his friends and teammates. But she wasn’t mad about that nickname either. She hit the call button and waited for him to answer.
“Someone’s impatient” she rolled her eyes when he answered.
“You’re the one who texted me, I figured it would be a waste of time by texting you, just to have you call me” y/n explained.
“That’s fair. What are you up to?” He said, he sounded tired.
“Laying on my couch” y/n said.
“Sexy, what are you wearing” he smiled.
“Vince” she rolled her eyes “don’t make it weird.”
He laughed “come on babygirl live a little, I know you’re wearing my shirt.”
Glancing down she scoffed “no I’m not” yes she was, “How was your game” she quickly changed subjects.
“I knew it” he grinned biting his lip. He loved when she wore his clothes. “It was good, did you watch?”
“I always do” she sighed “when do you come back?”
“I knew you missed me” he chirped.
“Quit teasing me or I will hang up” she pouted. Messing with the hem of the worn out shirt.
“No you won’t, you miss me too much. But I’ll be back in a few days babe” he yawned.
“I’m gonna fall asleep soon” she said also yawning.
“You should stay up, I wanna keep flirting with you” he whined.
“You’re ridiculous” she laughed.
“You never flirt back, it’s boring” he said.
“Umm yes I do, you’re just super attractive and it makes me nervous to flirt with you too much, I never know when you’re being serious” she laughed.
“I’m always serious babe” he said, after a note of silence on her end he added “get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow yeah?”
“Yeah, goodnight Vince.”
As y/n hung up he looked at his lock screen photo of them. They were out at a club with the team, she was in a dark blue dress and he was wearing a black t shirt and dark jeans. She was sitting on his lap with his arm around her back and they were taking selfies. He had just touched her exposed shoulder with his cold beer bottle when she jumped. Then he snapped a photo of them mid laugh. It was his favorite picture of them. For as much as he teased her about her missing him, he was certain he missed her way more. Being away from her was weird. Especially since they had only met a short while ago. He’s never clicked with someone this quick before. He didn’t know what to make of it. His friend Sam had tried giving him advice on asking her out but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the situation. A text came through bringing him back to reality.
From Babygirl 🥵:
Goodnight 💕
To Babygirl 🥵:
Goodnight babe
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We looked at each other just a little too long to be just friends.
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*a few weeks later*
Y/n was adding some final touches to her makeup before she heard her door unlock.
“I’m coming!“ she shouted as she grabbed a hair tie to throw on her wrist. She walked out into the living room seeing Vince drop his duffel bag by the door, he was wearing a dark game day suit and his curls were styled perfectly. It’s a shame that hair will be covered by a helmet soon. Damn he looked good.
“You ready?” He asked.
“Yeah, just let me grab a few things,” she grabbed her purse and her water bottle. She was going to the game tonight because they were playing the Canucks, the Kraken tend to get a little rough with each other when they played teams close to them. Mainly because the crowd was always intense and got the energy going in the arena. So naturally Vince had convinced her to carpool with him, with games like this he always got a little hotheaded. Just having y/n around him seemed to keep him calm. Which he would need after tonight’s match up with their Canadian neighbors. She was his first friend here, and somehow between the late night talks and flirting he had fallen for her. Even some of the teammates had noticed how he kept her close to him, literally and figuratively. Little did he know that she had fallen for him too. How could she not. The two of them just fit so perfectly together. The drive to the game was filled with flirty banter and small talk.
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The game was a bloodbath. Penalties were called left and right. Players were coming off the ice like crazy with cuts and bloody noses and injuries constantly. It was a good thing they called in backup, which they definitely utilized. She was right behind the players bench watching everyone with such intensity, even the other team. The end of the second period was nearing, she couldn’t wait for the team to have an intermission to cool down. The energy in the arena was out of this world. She had been to plenty of games before, but none had been this intense.
Then it happened, gloves came off and it was a blur of blue and white wrestling on the ice, punches and insults thrown around like nothing. She forgot how to breathe once she realized it was Vince who was fighting. As a medic she was used to blood, especially at the hockey games, it never bothered her but it was different seeing Vince bloody. She wasn’t sure how long they had been fighting. After what felt like a lifetime the refs finally ripped the players apart. Vince immediately going towards the bench, he was yelling. The teams physician pulling him to the side and down the tunnel checking for any major injuries. They had moved so fast it didn’t register to y/n that they were halfway to the locker room already.
“No, I want y/n! Please!“ Vince shouted. Y/n snapping out of her frozen stance she followed the physician down the tunnel and into the locker room where she heard him shouting. As she turned the corner she immediately went for gloves and gauze. Throwing her hair up in a bun the physician was explaining what she needed to do, he had his hands full with this game, she was happy to help but still in shock that Vince was the one she was tending to. “No concussion, but we need the cut on his lip and cheek cleaned up and check his teeth for any other bleeding. He’ll return for the 3rd period. When you’re done with him send him where the rest of the team is. Oh and check his shoulder too, he took a nasty hit.”
“Yep. Got it” she said as she was washing her hands and putting gloves on to look at his face. As she stepped in front of Vince she grabbed his face gently making him look at her, still in shock over what she had witnessed. Yes she knew hockey was a violent sport. Yes she knew there were lots of injuries. But seeing Vince get hurt and in a fight was something she wasn’t prepared for. He was breathing hard, still pissed off about the call and the fight. But as soon as y/n was in front of him he felt better. She was explaining what she was doing, and asking permission to clean him up. He wasn’t listening, he knew she had to do that for her job. He leaned forward and just hugged her waist, leaning his head into her side, not saying anything. His breathing still heavy but starting to even out.
“Vince, I need to clean that cut,” y/n sighed.
“Y/n please. I need to calm down. Just—Please.” He was wound up, he tried to keep his voice level, not wanting her to hear him yell. So she let him, his sweat and probably blood going on her shirt. She just stood there and rubbed his back, well she tried to rub his back. It was hard with all the pads and gear on. After about 5 minutes of him just hugging her he finally pulled away. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, he nodded to her and she started looking at his injuries. He never looked away from her face. He notices the grey swirls in her eyes, she was holding back tears, the long black lashes, the freckles lightly dotting across her nose.
The cuts weren’t bad, and his shoulder was fine. Relief flooded her, when she was done she took her gloves off and threw everything away, “Vince, are you ok” she said looking at him. He was already looking at her.
“I’m ok” he breathed out “thank you baby girl.” He stood up and kissed her on the forehead, letting his lips stay there for a second longer than he should have, and walked to where the rest of his team was. She let out a huge sigh and sat down. After a minute she walked back to the bench for the last period.
The game ended in overtime with the Kraken winning. Y/n was charting and filling out paperwork when the team was finishing up post game interviews and showers. Vince walked around the corner to meet y/n by the team parking, and they walked together to his car. Once in the car Vince’s hand soon found its way to y/ns thigh, still needing some sort of comfort from her, she set her hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers. They said nothing the entire way home. Not even as he grabbed her hand and walked past her door straight to his apartment. It was rare that he was this quiet after games. They always fell so easy into conversations, but she didn’t dare speak first this time. She sat on the couch as he went into his room to change. After a few minutes he came out and handed her one of his old shirts, she walked to the bathroom to change. She grinned once she saw it was her favorite shirt of his, a very worn out hockey shirt from when he played for the Icedogs in his OHL days. It fell to her mid thigh, which was fine, she normally wore boy short underwear so she wasn’t super uncomfortable in just the shirt.
As she walked out of the bathroom she saw him in the kitchen. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She could see the tension in his back muscles still. She walked up to him and just hugged him from behind, even though he towered over her. He turned around and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the counter and his hands were on either side of her legs. They stared at each other for a minute. Y/n reached out to brush his curls off his forehead. He leaned into her touch and as she went to grab the side of his face he grabbed her hand a kissed the back of it.
“Y/n. I am sorry for what happened earlier.”
“Vince, I’ve seen you fight before it’s not a big deal, I just panicked for a second when I saw that you were the one hurt, and with everyone screaming that loud in there I just shut down.“
“ No, let me finish please.” He sighed, “it’s not that. I—fuck. He made a comment about you and it set me off. Y/n you give me a sense of calm that I’ve never had before. I’m pretty hotheaded and get worked up pretty easy out there. You’re the only thing that can calm me down, and that terrifies me. Every time I’m around you I just feel peace, and comfort. I’m not sure how to explain it, and I know it sounds dumb but I just need you to stay with me.”
“Vince I’m not leaving, you make me feel the same. I’m not sure when it happened for me either but everything is easy with you. I don’t want it to stop” Y/n said.
“Can we go to bed then? Just relax for the night?” Vince looked at her.
“Yes.”
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WELCOME
hello! my names maylee and i go by she/her :)
WHAT I WRITE:
i write fluff, angst and smut. feel free to request whatever you want. although i may be uncomfortable with certain topics. i will just archive them to make you still feel comfortable without feeling shamed :)
this is my general character list. i write for several characters listed below. this list isn’t all of the characters i will write for. i usually don’t accept request with characters i don’t write for, but occasionally i forget to add some. feel free to request either way!
HARRY POTTER:
ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, cedric diggory, luna lovegood, sirius black, remus lupin, neville longbottom, james potter, lily potter, and fleur delacour
CRIMINAL MINDS
aaron hotchner, spence reid, derek morgan, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, matt simmons, and luke alves
NHL + NFL
trevor zegras, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, vince dunn, joe burrow, matthew knies, ethan edwards, mitch marner, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli, and mark estapa
SCREAM
sidney prescott, stu macher, gale weathers, samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, jill roberts, tatum riley, roman bridger, mikey aliteri, amber freeman, chad meeks martin, quinn bailey, we hicks, anika kayoko, and ethan landry
OUTER BANKS
rafe cameron, sarah cameron, topper thornton, jj, john b, and kiara
THE HUNGER GAMES
finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, cato, lucy gray,and young snow
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my masterlist:
fluff: 🤍 , angst: 🌧️
luke hughes -
spaghetti , 🤍
jack hughes -
nico hischier -
scars , 🤍
quinn hughes -
jeremy swayman -
vince dunn -
coworker , 🤍
ethan edwards -
rutger mcgroarty -
adam fantilli -
luca fantilli -
trevor zegras -
connor bedard -
dawson mercer -
jamie drysdale -
matt sturniolo -
“what if someone sees us?” , 🤍
chris sturniolo -
nick sturniolo -
nathan doe -
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#nick sturniolo#nick sturniolo x reader
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2 get 2 rec'd (get rec'd 2)
get rec'd week 2 is here!!!! I feel like I didn't read a lot of fic this week because. well. i was very tired and doing stuff, and also work was crazy. but i did read some new fics or reread some favorites, so it's not nothing!
if you read & like these fics, consider leaving a kudos or comment for the author.
i would stay forever (if you say don't go) by overturned goal
quinn hughes / elias petterson, E, 5110 words
the OTHER petey / quinn fake dating fic that i read and loved, but hannukah flavored this time. also they're fwb, and i just. this fic is just sooo full of the kind of angst that comes with FWB that i absolutely adore!
take it easy on me by @yamball (thepaperdolls on ao3)
vince dunn / adam larsson, E, 5655
a D/s AU where Vince needs a team-Dom, and Adam doesn't want to be just that. This fic is soo lovely. It balances the in the room stuff with the private subbing really well for my taste. I really had a good time reading it.
mountain sound by aliquis
jonas siegenthaler / nico hischier, E, 14,823
a mindscape au where Jonas creates mindscapes for Nico. this is such a unique au! I've never seen one like it, and it was sooo fun to read. the twist is too good to reveal in a summary, but it is just SO good, and well foreshadowed.
when you find out by @nymhciv (same username on ao3)
connor mcdavid / leon draisaitl, E, 10,779
a beer league connor has an only fans AU. I am NOT going to lie to you, this was a comfort re-read for me. Connor is just so into being perceived (unrelatable) and leon is just so into looking at him. Not to mention Matthew Tkachuk facilitating Connor & Leon getting together this fic is just. pacha meme.
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masterlist
below is listed the works of the fandoms/groups i write for. (please keep in mind that all of these are works of fiction, and NOT a depiction of reality; also keep in mind that i do not keep up with much media/news, and so if a player or character is problematic, let me know, please) saints and sinners welcomed:
Key:
Humor = ☆ Fluff = ✿ Romantic = ♡ Platonic = ♢ Poem = ♪ Angst = ♤
NHL Hockey:
Boston Bruins:
Worth. - Boston Bruins ♪
Cupid’s Chokehold - Derek Forbort x GN!Reader ✿
Verbatim - Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader ✿ ♡
As My Broken Heart Falls To My Feet, You Picked Up The Pieces Having Never Hurt Me Anyway - Mason Lohrei x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
A (Dark) Knight In Shining Armor - Jake DeBrusk x F! Reader ♤/✿ ♡
You Glimmer Like City Lights Against the Sea Port - Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader ✿ ♡
You Paint The Skies So Beautifully, So Ethereally - Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader ✿ ♡
There Was Salt Rubbed Into My Wounds, And You Washed It Off With The Freshwater River - Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
Buffalo Sabres:
If I Drift Endlessly Among The Stars, Would You Join Me? - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Seeing The Smile On Your Face Makes Me Believe That You're A Saint - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x GN!Reader ✿ ♡
O Beautiful Saint, O Lovely Saint - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Florida Panthers:
Unexpected Meetings - Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Neon Lights - Matthew Tkachuk ♪
Montreal Canadiens:
Disasterology - Arber Xhekaj x GN!Reader ♤
Ride Into The Sunset, Would I Lie To You? Well I've Got Somethin' To Say - Arber Xhekaj x F!Reader ♤♡
One Day You’ll See That Your Tainted Wings Are Heavenly - Cole Caufield x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
New Jersey Devils:
Storm-Struck - Nico Hischier x F!Reader ✿ ♡
I Won't See You Tonight - Alex Holtz x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
Philadelphia Flyers:
Like A Lazy Ocean Hugs The Shore, Hold Me Close, Sway Me More - Jamie Drysdale x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Seattle Kraken:
You Got That Kinda Lovin' That Can Be So Smooth - Vince Dunn x F!Reader ✿ ♡
Desert Drifting - Vince Dunn x GN!Reader ☆
Hold Me Close, And Never Let Go - Vince Dunn x GN!Reader ♤/✿♡
Toronto Maple Leafs:
Caraphernelia - Auston Matthews x F!Reader ♤
And All My Fears Come Back To You - Matthew Knies x F!Reader ♤/✿ ♡
You? - Auston Matthews x F!Reader ♤♡
Vancouver Canucks:
‘Cause This Is A Wasteland, My Only Retreat - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader (Part One) ♤ ♡
The Water Is Rusted, The Air Is Unclean, And There For A Second, I Feel Free - Platonic!Brock Boeser x F!Reader, Quinn Hughes x F!Reader (Part Two) ♤/✿ ♡/♢
Pastries ‘n Dessert - Nils Höglander x F!Reader ✿ ♡
The Dirt Seems To Falter In My Hands, Like I Do So For You - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader ✿ ♡
You Can Hate Me If You Want, But Your Desires Don't Lie - Quinn Hughes x F!Reader ☆/✿ ♡
Detroit: Become Human:
Wildin' in Detroit - platonic!Hank, Connor, Gavin x GN!Reader ☆ ♢
Late Dawns And Early Sunsets Over Detroit - Platonic!Gavin Reed x Reader ☆ ♢
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torn - vince dunn
vince dunn x fem!reader (x platonic! matthew tkachuk)
summary: with seattle on an 8 game losing streak, it’s even more difficult to choose who to cheer for; your boyfriend or your best friend
word count: 4k
warnings: language, a sprinkle of angst, drinking, nsfw themes implied but nothing explicit, mention of cheating
you fiddled absentmindedly with your fingers in your lap as you sat in the audience, paying little attention to the practice skate happening in the rink. your mind was elsewhere, unable to focus on your boyfriend vince dunn and his team as you thought about his instead. matthew tkachuk had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and while you should have been overjoyed at the fact that you got to see him tonight, the fact that he was on the opposing team did slightly complicate things.
while it was just a game at the end of the day, it wasn’t at the same time. it felt like a double edged sword; while you knew you would be happy with whoever won, that also meant that one of your two favourite people had to lose, and you didn’t want that.
you breathed a sigh of relief that this was their last regular season game against eachother, the panthers and the kraken not meeting up too often. you felt you phone buzz in your pocket and checked it to see a text from matthew.
you looked up at the clock on the wall, which read 10:49am, meaning the kraken were almost done and you wouldn’t miss too much if you snuck out now.
you gathered your stuff, sneaking out without drawing attention to yourself, and not noticing the green eyes of your boyfriend flickering up to notice your empty seat. it was only about 15 minutes before matthew arrived, meeting you outside the cafe by sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. you let out a shriek, earning a few weird looks from people around the room as you turned around.
“you scared me!” you punched matthews chest lightly, before throwing your arms around his neck in a bone crushing hug.
“that was kind of the idea,” he laughed, holding you tight as he laughed. it had been months since you had seen him, and you always missed him like crazy when you were apart.
“you cut your hair!” you commented on his appearance as you finally looked at his face. you had obviously seen him on tv and in pictures since you last saw him in person, but it wasn’t the same as being fave to face. “last time i saw you your curls were crazy,” you smiled, remembering how long his hair had grown out.
“yeah, it’s a lot to fit under the helmet,” he smiled, and finally let go of you.
“also,” you began. “happy belated birthday! i can’t believe we were one day off from getting to spend it together,” you pouted, thinking of his birthday that had been just yesterday.
“thank you. we can celebrate tonight- after the game. i think we’re sticking around in seattle until at least tomorrow morning so we have all night.”
“deal,” you smiled, shaking his hand.
•
after a quick shower, vince towel dried his curly hair and threw on a kraken hoodie and some shorts, taking advantage of the warmer than usual weather despite it being mid december. usually after practice you were waiting for him outside the locker room, but he had a pretty good feeling that you wouldn’t be there to greet him today; the empty hallway confirming his suspicions as he sighed.
“everything okay? she’s never not here.”
vince looked up to nod his head softly at tye kartye, one of his teammates and one of your close friends. “where is she?”
“with tkachuk,” dunn replied, not meaning to sound so bitter. “he’s her best friend; they never get to see eachother,” he recovered, not wanting to give the impression that he was upset about it. he had no issue with you having friends that were on other teams, especially since you had been friends with matthew far longer than you had been dating him.
“sharing trade secrets about our practice?” tye joked innocently, and vince punched his arm.
“you know she wouldn’t. and besides, i don’t think she was really paying attention anyway,” he laughed. he pulled his phone out of his bag, checking to see if you had messaged him, trying not to be too disappointed when he saw no notifications on the screen.
•
you and matthew were walking around seattle, not straying too far from the arena, when your phone went off.
you smiled at the message, and didn’t notice matthew had stopped in front of you until you ran straight into his chest.
“loverboy wondering where you are?” he teased innocently.
“he’s just checking in. their practice just ended.”
“any-“
“don’t even ask. i am sworn to secrecy,” you scolded, with a finger pressed to his lips to quiet him. he smirked, raising his hands in surrender.
“i see how it is. does that mean you’re cheering for him tonight over me?” he asked playfully.
“i’m cheering for both of you. i don’t want either of you lose,” you admitted, and matthew threw an arm around your shoulder.
“i know. and i’m sorry they have to lose but-“
“hey!” you laughed. “don’t be an ass.”
“sorry,” he smiled. “and i promise to try not to hit him too hard in to the boards-“
“hey!” you repeated, but you knew that he was only messing with you.
“okay okay i’m done.”
•
you had gone home to vince’s apartment once matthew had to go to the panthers practice, giving you some time to get ready before the game. you and the birthday-boy would be going out straight after the game, so you had to get a little fancier than you usually did for a game, knowing you wouldn’t have time to do your makeup or anything.
putting on an outfit appropriate for clubbing and doing your hair and makeup took a little longer than usual, and soon it was time to head down to the arena with vince. he walked out of your shared bedroom dressed in his suit for the evening, a dark purple colour with a subtle blue plaid pattern. no matter how many times you saw him get dressed up, it still made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“you really do look great in a suit,” you smiled, smoothing out his blue tie and brushing that one curl that never seemed to stay put off his forehead. he leaned down to kiss your lips softly.
“you look amazing. although i have a weird feeling this isn’t all for me..” he said hesitantly, his hands landing softly on your waist.
“i mean of course it’s for you,” you paused, kissing the side of his neck softly. “but i do have plans after the game with matthew,” you admitted, feeling guilty even though you knew he wouldn’t mind.
“i had a feeling,” vince laughed, but kissed your forehead. “you are still cheering for us during the game though, right?” he smiled.
“yes, but he’s gonna be a bummer to hang out with if they lose, so think of me if that happens,” you laughed as he kissed you again, before grabbing your bag for you and getting the door. you weren’t sure how it was time to go already, but you were only getting more nervous standing around waiting, so you were happy to get going, following close behind vince as he left the apartment.
•
you and vince arrived at the arena, but split off since he had a few things to do before the game; usual player stuff. you were in the back when the panthers arrived, and while most of them didn’t pay you any mind, a certain player with golden curls sent you a wink as he walked by and into the visitors locker room. you decided that while yes, you were hoping that seattle won the game (florida could afford the loss more than the kraken could right now), you would still be an encouraging friend, texting matthew a quick ‘good luck 🥰’.
you put your phone away, and took a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. you and a few of the other players girlfriends went to your seats, and you tapped your fingers on your knee, drowning out the conversation going on around you. a hand in your shoulder snapped you out of your trance, and you turned to look at valerie, who was engaged to jared, one of the forwards for seattle.
“you okay?” she asked, and you smiled.
“yeah - just a little nervous if i’m being honest.”
“what’s going on?”
“my best friend plays for florida, so i’m just a little upset that one of the teams had to lose,” you laughed, and val giggled.
“aww. it’s okay honey. that’s the game; someone wins and someone loses - and i’m sure both vince and your friend know that.”
“you’re right,” you sighed, her words making you feel better. “thanks val.”
“no problem. are you and vince going out after the game? you’re all fancy today.”
“no, actually i have plans with matthew - my friend.”
“tkachuk?”
“yeah.”
“so you have a bit of a type, huh? tall, curly hair, a little dangerous…” she teased.
“shush.”
“i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” she bumped her shoulder against yours softly. “i won’t tell anyone if you secretly cheer for florida,” she whispered in your ear.
“i still want us to win,” you took a sip from your drink. “i just don’t want the other team to lose.” you both laughed at the redundant statement, and the players came out into the ice to skate around before the game began.
“what’s tkachuk’s number again? i want to keep an eye on him for you,” val asked.
“19,” you smiled. “i’m sure he’ll make his presence known.” as if on queue, you saw matt in the starting lineup out on the ice, and he nodded his head towards you, and you smiled.
“yeah, you definitely have a type.”
•
the first period went by without too much excitement, besides vince getting a penalty for a high stick. while you would never admit it to him, you always thought he looked hot sitting in the penalty box. florida got a few more power plays in the second period, but yamamoto was still able to score the only goal so far, giving seattle a 1-0 lead. you noticed vince and matt give eachother a couple shoves as play was whistles down for a save from seattles goalie, daccord.
bellemare scored the second goal for seattle, giving us an even bigger lead, and while i was happy for the kraken, my mood fell as my eyes landed on matty. he was sitting on the panthers bench, chewing on his mouthguard instead of wearing it properly, as always. on his next shift he got a good shot, but it was deflected, and the start of a fight broke out between vince and one of the other panthers, but it was quickly broken up.
wennberg intercepted a pass and got a breakaway to score seattles third goal, and your gaze went to the florida bench again. as your eyes found matthew, you realized he was already looking at you. you mouthed a sincere “i’m sorry” at your best friend, and you knew he understood it when he tilted his head sideways with a shrug; but you could tell he was frustrated.
florida pulled their goalie with five minutes left in the game, and tolvanen scored an empty netter to secure the victory early. the girls were cheering next to you and you smiled as they announced that vince got an assist on the goal, adding to his already impressive tally of points on the season so far. the time dwindled down to nothing, confirming the win for seattle and in turn earning daccord his first nhl shutout.
the fans cheered as the kraken skated around celebrating, and the panthers headed back to the locker room.
•
you were leaning up against the wall talking with some of the teams girlfriends when you felt arms wrap around your midsection from behind, and a soft kiss being placed on the junction between your shoulder and your neck. you giggled as vince’s stubble tickled your skin, and you turned around and kissed him on the lips.
“hey,” you smiled, admiring the sparkle that always appeared in his eyes when the kraken won.
“hey yourself,” he smiled, kissing you again, before his eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in every inch of your outfit. “you’re sure you’re not gonna hang with us? we’re going to kartye’s place, it’s gonna be a good time….” he trailed off, his fingers drumming softly against your hips.
“i’m sad i’m missing it, but i promised matthew; it was his birthday yesterday and i haven’t seen him in forever,” you pouted, and vince nodded.
“i get it, don’t worry. i just thought i’d ask.”
“you could come with us?” you offered, and he smiled, but shook his head.
“i don’t wanna third wheel,” he teased. “go have fun. i get you all the time, he can have you for one night.”
i raised an eyebrow, and vince seemed to realize the error in his wording.
“not like that,” he scolded, a light blush on his face, and you laughed.
“i’m kidding. you’re the only one who gets me in that way.”
“good,” vince said, his confidence returning as he kissed you deeply, before the rest of the team started exiting the locker room.
“hey, you coming out with us?” yamamoto asked, and you shook your head, but vince answered for you.
“she’s got a date with the enemy,” he replied, and you shot him a glare for throwing you under the bus, but knew the team wouldn’t care. they hazed you for a minute, but you laughed it off before they stole vince from you, him calling out for you to text him if anything happened. you waved to the guys and said goodnight to the girls before heading towards the visitors locker room to find matthew.
the panthers were still inside when you got there, so you sat on a bench in the hallway while you waited. about 10 minutes went by before anyone exited the room, and finally a defeated looking tkachuk walked out of the door. he perked up slightly when he saw you, and you stood up, gasping slightly as he lifted you up in the air. to not fall, you wrapped you arms and legs around him like a koala bear, laughing as he spun around.
“stop you’re gonna drop me!”
“i would never,” he replied, but set you down on your feet anyway. “you ready to go?” he asked, and you looked at the white button up shirt he had on with some dark jeans. his hair was still slightly damp from his post-game shower, and he smelled like his usual cologne.
“yeah, what the plan?”
“there’s gotta be a club around here somewhere right?” he asked, and you nodded, remembering the handful of times you had gone out with the team to celebrate after a game.
“yeah, i know a place.”
“well what are we waiting for?” he smiled.
•
a few hours and many drinks later, you found yourself being pulled onto the dance floor by matthew, some throwback hip hop song blaring through the speakers of the club. his hands were on your hips as you danced to the music, your back to his chest as your bodies got closer together. the club lighting was low except for the flashing stove lights, casting different colours across the people in the room.
“what are you thinking about?” matthew asked, his breath fanning across your ear as he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, and you realized you must have zoned out.
“i’m sorry you guys lost the game.”
he laughed, using his grip on your waist to turn you to face him, his hands never leaving your body.
“it’s fine,” he shook his head, but his eyes didn’t meet yours, so you could tell he wasn’t too happy about it.
“sorry, i shouldn’t have brought it up. kinda ruined the mood.” his gaze found yours now, the bright blue of his eyes slightly hazy from the alcohol.
“and what mood was that?” he smirked.
“we’re celebrating your birthday, matty,” you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face against his collarbone. you felt another laugh rumble in his chest, as his arms encircled you, and you breathed in the way he smelled; expensive. you looked up at him, and found him already looking at you, his eyes half closed, either from intoxication or tiredness. without thinking, you placed a soft peck on his lips, and then both of your froze. his eyes were wide now, and you stuttered incoherently.
“i didn’t mean to do that,” you finally said.
“you didn’t?”
“no,” you confirmed.
“okay,” he laughed, and you hit his bicep softly.
“it’s not funny matty, i fucked up,” you said seriously, and he cleared his throat.
“okay, just breathe,” he said as you began to panic. “let’s get some fresh air okay?” he led you outside, the cool december air helping to sober you up quickly. there was no one stood outside the club except a couple people smoking a little ways down the sidewalk. you leaned against the side of the building as you continued to freak out. you had to tell vince- and now, before some paparazzi posted a photo of it and he found out some other way.
you pulled out your phone, and matthews eyes widened again as his hand gently wrapped around yours.
“what are you doing?”
“i have to tell him,” you mumbled.
“tell who what-“
“tell my boyfriend that i just cheated on him, matthew. oh god-“ you cried, tears welling in your eyes.
“are you sure you should call him right now? you’re hyperventilating.”
“he needs to know. and he needs to hear from me first before he finds out from someone else,” you insisted, somehow managing to calm for breathing down, though your heart remained pounding against your ribcage.
“okay. you’re right,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it’s not like it meant anything, right? it was a stupid drunken kiss.”
“yes. i love you, but not like that, dude.” you both laughed, and you were glad to be on the same page about it. matty would always be your best friend, and there had never been anything romantic between the two of you.
“agreed,” he smiled. “i’ll give you some privacy, but i’m not leaving you out here alone. i’ll be over there if you need me,” he said, and walked down the side of the building, keeping you in his line of sight under safe watch. you took a shaky breath, and scrolled through your phone to vince’s contact, and pressed the call button.
“hello?” he answered, and you could hear loud music in the background.
“vince - it’s me. can you hear me?” you replied, and you heard the sound of a door and the music getting quieter, like he had gone into another room.
“hey, babe. yeah i can hear you now. is everything okay?” he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.
“yes - well no- but yes, i’m fine. i need to tell you something.”
“what is it?” he asked.
“i accidentally kissed matthew,” you admitted, closing your eyes like it would stop you from hearing his reaction. “we got really drunk and it just happened and it was one tiny little kiss and i’m so sorry,” you blabbered, before listening to a long painful silence on the other side of the phone.
“it didn’t mean anything? it was just a mistake?” he asked calmly, and you were a little shocked. you hadn’t exactly expected him to yell at you, but you thought he would at least sound… angrier.
“god no - of course it didn’t. i love you so much and i’m so sorry.”
“does he know it didn’t mean anything?” he asked, the expected anger a little more present in his voice this time.
“yes, vince. we’re just friends; i promise,” you insisted, and you heard him sigh on the other end.
“okay. i mean i’m not happy about it but if it didn’t mean anything i i’ll get over it. i’ll kiss one of the guys and we’ll call it even, okay?” he teased, and you laughed, slightly in relief but also in disbelief.
“have you been drinking?” you teased, and he gave a genuine laugh.
“maybe a little. but seriously - if it was just an accident i forgive you. are you guys staying out for a bit? do you need me to call you a cab or anything?” he asked, and you smiled at how much of a sweetheart he was.
“i think we’ve both had enough partying for one night. i’ll get a cab home, okay? are you and guys staying out much longer?” you replied.
“okay, text me when you’ve made it home. i think we’re almost calling it a night, so i’ll be there soon.”
“okay. i love you.”
“i love you too.” he said, and the call ended. matthew saw you put your phone away, and walked back over to you.
“is he coming here to kill me?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, wondering how he could joke at a time like this.
“no - i have the best boyfriend in the world and he said everything is fine since it was just a drunken mistake.” speaking of vince your phone went off in your hand and you looked at the screen to see a text with a picture of larsson and yamamoto kissing him on either cheek, a big goofy smile on his face. below it was a text that just said “now we’re even 🩵” and you shook your head, smiling as you showed matt.
“i don’t know him too well but he seems like a good guy.”
“he is,” you smiled. “i’m gonna call it a night, and you probably should to, considering i’m sure you guys have to be in the road pretty early tomorrow.”
“yeah you’re right,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “i’ll see you during the holiday break, right?” he asked. the teams always got a few days off at christmas and you usually spent at least one of them together. that meant it would o it be a few weeks before you got to see each other again.
“of course,” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, suddenly sad to be saying goodbye so soon.
“okay,” he smiled, returning the hug as your cab pulled up. “tell dunn i’m sorry. and congrats on the win.”
“i will. text me in the morning?” he nodded in response, and pulled out his phone to call a cab of his own. you sighed as the car pulled away, and you shut your eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted.
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you were home long enough to shower and get into your pyjamas, which was just one of vince’s t-shirts and some shorts, before you heard his keys in the door. you ran over to him and he wrapped you in his arms immediately, his familiar scent filling your nose as you buried your face in his chest.
“i’m sorry,” you mumbled.
“i know. i forgive you,” he laughed softly. “i am a little sad i don’t get to take that outfit off you, but i might like this one even more.”
you smiled, placing soft kisses up his neck until your lips connected. he walked you backwards to the bedroom and let your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. once he was down to his boxers, you both crawled into bed, your head on his chest as his fingers traced little patterns on your thigh.
“i love you,” you mumbled, very sleepy after a long day.
“i love you too.”
“i love you more than anyone else on earth,” you clarified, and it was the truth. vince smiled, though you couldn’t see it, and kissed the top of your head.
“i know. goodnight baby,” he said softly, and you were out before you could say anything back. while he wasn’t exactly happy about what had happened, he felt better knowing that at the end of the day, it was his arms that you were falling asleep in.
disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned
#vince dunn#vince dunn fic#vince dunn x reader#seattle#seattle kraken#matthew tkachuk#matthew tkachuk fic#florida panthers#nhl#nhl fic#hockey fic#real person fiction#hockey
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In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.
I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I���m going through writers block ykwim 😭
How to request:
Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.
My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Cassie Howard, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷
Who/what I write for:
Bands/rockstars:
Motley Crue (all members)
Tom Keifer
Eric Brittingham
Gene Simmons
Tommy Thayer
Paul Stanley
Guns N Roses (all members)
Blackie Lawless
Kirk Hammett
James Hetfield
Courtney Love
Kurt Cobain
Dave Grohl
Elvis Presley
Joan Jett
Lita Ford
Bret Michaels
Jani Lane
Stephen Pearcy
Robin Crosby
Sebastian Bach
Celebrities:
Marvel cast
Taylor Swift
Lana Del Rey
Pamela Anderson
Cindy Crawford
Sydney Sweeney
Michael B Jordan
Marvel men:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)
Tony Stark
Thor Odinson
Marvel women:
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Carol Danvers
Valkyrie
Kate Bishop
Yelena Belova
Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)
Jennifer Walters
Peggy Carter
Julia Cornwall (Sydney Sweeney)
Daisy Jones and The Six:
Daisy Jones
Billy Dunne
Karen Sirko
Warren Rojas/Rhodes
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Robin Buckley
Euphoria:
Cassie Howard
The Lost Boys:
Paul
Dwayne
Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:
Dom!Reader
Age regression/play
Piss kink
Switch!reader
Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)
Body image/EDs/Body insecurities
G!PReader
Angst without a happy ending
Male reader (female reader only)
OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)
Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though
Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away!
#request#requests#fanfic#fanfic request#motley crue x reader#marvel x reader#marvel women#marvel men#marvel cast#marvel fanfic#Cinderella x reader#cinderella band#kiss x reader#kiss band#rocknroll
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Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15
Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!
Fandoms I Take Commissions For:
Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)
Viva La Bam and CKY (Bam, Ryan, Brandon DiCamillo, Rake Yohn, Raab Himself/Chris Raab), Brandon Novak, Tim Glomb, Lord Bottaro, Joe Frantz, Jess Margera, Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Ryan Gee)
Game of Thrones (too many characters to list, just ask upon request)
Harry Potter (pretty much any character, just ask upon request)
Gotham (most characters, just ask upon request)
Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)
Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang
Ville Valo from HIM
Any character from Haggard or Minghags
The Mighty Boosh (Vince, Howard, Naboo)
Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)
IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)
Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)
Slipknot (all members)
Pretty much any rock band, including Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, and KISS (check my old account @creativewritingpracticestudio for some of my old rock band fics)
Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week
Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)
Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)
Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)
Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)
Fluff
Smut (angry smut, fluffy smut, jealous smut, anything really)
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Song fics
Drabbles or short concepts
M/F, M/M, F/F, anything goes
Types of Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes I’ll Write For ($15 Per Fic)
Hardcore BDSM (bondage, dom/sub dynamics, mild pain play, punishments, use of gags, sex toys, and bondage gear, etc)
Consensual Non-Consent
Somnophilia
Piss kink, piss play, bladder control, etc
DDLG/MDLB and all variations, but no pedophilia.
Blood Kink and/or weapon play
Roleplay
Breeding Kink and Pregnancy Kink
Belly Kink/Weight Gain Kink (this does include feederism and force-feeding)
Cucking, Threesomes, Sharing, Free Use, Cheating Kink, etc
Degradation and Humiliation (and on the opposite end, Praise Kink and Body Worship)
Impact Play and Mild Pain Play
Foot Fetish
Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
Wax Play and Temperature Play
Tentacles (yeah sure, why not)
Inflation (I highly doubt anyone’s gonna request this but it’s there as an option)
Note: Extremely gross fetishes like scat, farting, armpits, etc are a possibility but you’ll have to make a pretty decent offer, definitely more than $15. Pedophilia, Bestiality, and kinks involving explicit torture/mutilation or murder are out, no matter what you offer.
Please note that all requests for these fics need to either be sent to me in DMs or through a non-anonymous ask (the ask won’t be posted, it’ll just tell me who to DM to send the link to the fic or to ask questions about the fic). Once the fic is completed, I’ll ask you to send the $10 or $15 through Venmo, PayPal or CashApp (preferably Venmo but it’s your choice) and I’ll either send you the link to the document the fic is written on or email you the PDF of the fic. You can also choose to have me post the fic on ao3 and just not state who requested said fic. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I don’t kinkshame or judge and I like to be given as many details as possible to ensure that you get the fic you want.
Also, don’t feel obligated to ask for a commission if you’re one of the people who reads my x reader fics! This is just a way for me to earn some money while I’m in college, I will never demand that any of you ask for a commission. Happy requesting :)
#jackass#viva la bam#cky#harry potter#shameless#gotham#the mighty boosh#peep show#the inbetweeners#british comics#british comedy#fanfiction#fanfic#writing commissions#commissions#taking commisions#commissions open#game of thrones#jimmy pop#bloodhound gang#him band#ville valo#peaky blinders#slipknot#80s rock#hard rock#guns n roses#motley crue#umbrella academy#dead poets society
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100 Favorite Albums (2023 Edition)
No duplicate entries, only 3 Mike Patton projects, being honest with myself.
This was hard and took a good long time.
Be kind if you judge.
I've been really listening to music for over 30 years and I still know nothing. The numbers are just there for enumeration, this list is in no order.
The Flatlanders - More a Legend Than a Band
Opeth - Blackwater Park
Propagandhi - Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes
Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient Works, Vol. 2
Alva Noto and Ryuichi Sakamoto - Insen
Black Sabbath - Master of Reality
Gillian Welch - Time the Revelator
Acrania - Fearless
Genghis Tron - Board Up the House
Mr. Bungle - California
Fair To Midland - Arrows and Anchors
Gorguts - Obscura
Harold Budd - Avalon Sutra
Loscil - Plume
Ben Frost - By the Throat
Type O Negative - October Rust
Songs: Ohia - Didn't It Rain
Emeralds - Does It Looks Like I'm Here?
Skeleton Key - Fantastic Spikes Through Balloon
They Might Be Giants - Flood
Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas
Between the Buried and Me - Colors
Breeders - Last Splash
Gang Starr - Moment of Truth
Tom Waits - Rain Dogs
Bohren & der Club of Gore - Black Earth
Cryptopsy - None So Vile
Megadeth - Rust In Peace
Vince DiCola and Various Artists - Transformers: the Motion Picture OST
Judas Priest - Painkiller
Gwar - Carnival of Chaos
Mike Patton - Mondo Cane
Pyrrhon - What Passes For Survival
The Bug - London Zoo
Laurie Anderson - Big Science
Talk Talk - Laughing Stock
Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született
Anaal Nathrakh - Codex Necro
Vangelis - Blade Runner OST
Killing Joke - S/T (2003)
Fiona Apple - The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
Prince - Purple Rain
Brian Eno - Before and After Science
Bark Psychosis - Hex
Finntroll - Ur Jordens Djup
Life Without Buildings - Any Other City
Ephel Duath - The Painter's Palette
Tangerine Dream - Phaedra
Sawako - Hum
The Coup - Party Music
David Sylvain and Holger Czukay - Plight and Premonition
Grouper - Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill
Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician
Sade - Diamond Life
Esquivel - Latin-Esque
Kesha - Rainbow
Tindersticks - Curtains
Emily A. Sprague - Water Memory / Mount Vision
Demdike Stare - Tryptych
Kyle Bobby Dunn - Ways of Meaning
Electric Wizard - Dopethrone
Boards of Canada - Music Has the Right to Children
Pixies - Surfer Rosa
Boris - Pink
The Humble Bee - A Miscellany for the Quiet Hours
Captain Beefheart - Safe as Milk
Dream Theater - Awake
Madvillain - Madvillainy
Dillinger Escape Plan - Miss Machine
Cyndi Lauper - She's So Unusual
Deli Creeps - Dawn of the Deli Creeps
the Mountain Goats - All Hail West Texas
Animals as Leaders - The Joy of Motion
Yellow Magic Orchestra - Solid State Survivor
Taylor Deupree - Faint
Faith No More - Angel Dust
Diablo Swing Orchestra - Pandora's Pinata
Silver Jews - American Water
Sigh - Imaginary Sonicscape
Metallica - Master of Puppets
GAS - S/T
Charles Dodge - Earth's Magnetic Field
Gojira - The Way of All Flesh
Cattle Decapitation - The Anthropocene Extinction
Benoit Pioulard - Precis
Sparks - Angst In My Pants
Stars of the Lid - The Ballasted Orchestra
Daughters - You Won't Get What You Want
Exlimitir - It Weighed Itself In Silver
Defeated Sanity - Passages Into Deformity
The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium
Belong - October Language
h hunt - Playing Piano For Dad
Oneohtrix Point Never - Garden of Delete
CRYSTAL - Reflection Overdrive
Sleepytime Gorilla Museum - Of Natural History
Ween - Quebec
Kurt Vile - God Is Saying This To You
Akira Rabelais - Eisoptrophobia
Twine - S/T
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