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hockeyboysimagines · 4 months

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Work wife

A Vince Dunn blurb for @cellythefloshie. This is not in any way related to Fuck me like I’m famous. This is just a fun blurb we talked about brought to life.

Warnings: Sex, cheating

“There’s my work wife.”

You half turned to find Vince coming down the hallway smiling at you.

Working for the Kraken was a dream come true really.

You couldn’t actually ask for a better job, or better environment to be in. It was a tight knit group full of great people who worked hard, and got along well.

And then there was Vince.

You two had clicked from the beginning. He was easy to talk to, and you liked him a lot. The more time you spent together, the more you got to know him and the more comfortable you became with him.

Maybe too comfortable.

Which is how you wound up screaming his name one night after drinks, after the flirtation between you guys had finally boiled over and spilled into his apartment. It had been extremely awkward when you saw him on Monday, but when he caught you in the parking garage and asked to talk, you’d agreed. And that’s how it all started. Secret meetups, sneaking around, and even texts from a fake phone number, your assistant “Jessica”, to keep things under wraps. It felt both wrong, and exciting, but you just couldn’t stop. While it had started as a secret hookup, it hadn’t stayed that way. There was genuine feelings there now.

The term “work wife” had started as a joke, thrown out by a coworker of yours, who obviously had no clue what was happening behind closed doors, but it stuck. There was really only one problem with it.

You were someone’s real life wife.

The idea of Vince made your husband clearly uncomfortable in the beginning, before anything was actually going on, but there wasn’t really anything you could do about it, and you didn’t really want to either. Your husband was a good guy, but being around Vince made you realize you really didn’t have a thing in common. He was 8 years older than you, and you had married young, feeling the pressure from your family to marry someone who was financially stable. You “loved” him, but you weren’t really “In love” with him, at least not anymore. Not that you were in love with Vince either, but your feelings for him had drowned out the feelings for your husband. And beyond that, you had suspicions that he was embroiled in his own case of infidelity.

You felt really bad at first, but then he started staying late, random business trips with no warning, and you’d even found a receipt for purchased jewelry that you hadn’t received just last month. He often smelled of perfume and the lipstick you’d found on the inside of one of his shirts was a color you’d never worn. You hadn’t confronted him because you just didn’t care, and truly you had no room to talk.

It was a rock and a hard place situation that you’d landed yourself in, but the thrill of it all overrode the anxiety of being found out.

Not only would you lose your job, your respect in the work place, and your marriage, but it would also put a black mark on your career moving forward and make Vince look bad, none of which you wanted.

He made his way past you and winked, but then paused at the end of the hallway, just below a camera so he couldn’t be seen, and motioned for you to check your phone. You absently pulled out your phone, turning away from him so it looked like you just happened to get a message.

Meet me in the room.

“The room” as he called it was a vacant room in the basement of the arena that was used mostly for storage, and sat in the middle of a hallway that was void of cameras. It wasn’t ideal, but sometimes there was no other choice. There was few places you could go with him that he wasn’t recognized here, so you were limited to the room, his apartment and your place only if your husband was on a business trip out of state and even then it was risky.

You took the long way, careful not to rush, giving small glances here and there to make sure that no one was following you, and slipped into the hallway that your office was located, which conveniently also led the the hallway he was waiting for you in.

You made you way down the corridor, a set of stairs and then down to the vacant room. He was leaned against the wall, eyes moving up your bare legs and you neared him.

“Hi wifey.” He said smiling cheekily as he held the door open for you, allowing you to step inside before following you in. You gave a little shudder as the room grew dark when the door closed and you felt his hands on your waist.

“You look nice today.” He said in your ear, turning you to face him. Goddamnit he was gorgeous, even more up close. In curiosity you had done a google search of him right after you’d started working there and saw that everyone else thought that too, not to your surprise, but you were lucky enough to see all his body parts up close and personal and you felt bad for the people who didn’t get to.

“You say that to me everyday.” You ran a hand up his arm as he reached forward to press his lips against your neck.

“Well then I guess it’s true.” He said softly, hand gripping your chin as he pulled his mouth off your neck and caught your lips a very hot, wet kiss.

You felt a heat start to spread in your stomach as he backed you up against a table, tongue pushing in your mouth, cutting off your air. The way he moved his tongue against yours made your heart race, fingers gripping at your blouse, which was tucked into a pencil skirt, and pulling it loose so he could unbutton it, and hoisted you up to sit on the edge of the table. His hands, slightly rough against your skin as he reached the bottom button and ran his hands up your waist, pausing at your bra and pulling away from you.

“Is this new?” He asked breathlessly gesturing at your bra.

You nodded and watched as he reached a hand forward and ran a finger across your collarbone, down your chest to your sternum, hooking a finger in the front band and running it along your ribs.

“I bought it just for you. It matches these.” You gestured down and inched your skirt up to reveal black underwear. He smiled slowly eyes staying on them for a second before they moved back up to yours and he smiled.

“Can’t wait to take them off.” He reached down hooking a thumb on either side of them and gave them a tug, pulling them down your legs, hand coming back up your legs to pull one up underneath your knee, and to spread the other one wider, leaning you back as he eased himself into you.

Your head fell back, hair spilling off your shoulders as he pulled out and pushed back in. You felt a hand on the back of your neck as Vince pulled you up to kiss him, pushing in and out finding a rhythm. You caught his lip between your teeth, and he gave your hair a small tug, goosebumps erupting across your skin. It truly never got old feeling him inside you and his hands all over you. He brought you to highs you’d never been at before and each time was better than the one before.

He angled his hips upward and hit a spot you didn’t know existed and you cried out, biting down on your lip to stop from making too much noise. A curl at the front of his hair fell across his forehead as he picked up his pace. Your lower back was screaming in pain as it hit repeatedly on the table and you felt your legs begin to tighten and heat explode in your stomach as a crippling orgasm swept from your lower half to your upper half, Vince’s lips at your neck as it shuddered through your body and your vision went spotty. You gave a shaky breath as he slowed his pushes and let his head fall forward, breath hot on your neck. After a moment he picked his head up to look at you.

“You’re amazing.”

You blushed and pushed the curl off his forehead, as he helped you down and handed you your underwear. You gingerly pulled them back up, and took several deep breaths attempting to cool yourself down.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked reaching a hand out to intertwine his fingers with yours “Come over after work for a little bit. What time does he get home?”

“6:30. I guess I could for a little bit.”

“Great.” He smiled widely and gave you one last short and sweet kiss before he left the room, making his way back to wherever he was planning to go and you made your way to your office, now tasked with spending the next three hours at your desk having to think about him, and what you would be getting into with him later on.

You sometimes wondered if keeping this thing you had going with him was for the worst rather than the better. How bad would it hurt to rip off the bandaid when it inevitably went south, or had to end due to whatever reasons. And what would happen if he met someone else?

Would you be cast aside? Replaced? A side piece?

You couldn’t handle that. And it wouldn’t be fair, which you knew because it wasn’t fair to him that he was currently a side piece. He didn’t seem bothered, or he was a great actor because he never spoke up about it when you asked and even managed to crack a joke about it here and there for your benefit. But it still wasn’t right. And it wouldn’t be right to drag this out knowing he should have the right to go out and meet girls without having to wonder what would happen with you and him.

You got so absorbed thinking about it, you lost track of time and nearly ended up staying past your clock out time, rushing to get out of the arena and over to Vince’s. He greeted you with his usual “wifey” at the door and pulled you inside.

After your second romp of the day, your breath evened out, you checked your phone and sighed. You pursed your lips and glanced at him.

He shook his head “Don’t say it-“

“Time to go.” you said quietly, sitting upright and grabbing your bra and blouse. You heard him sigh behind you and lean back against the headboard. It was quiet for a while as you hooked the clasp, and pulled the blouse over your shoulders. You hated this part. The afterglow wasn’t even over and you had to leave, go home and play housewife to someone you barely even had conversation with day to day. You’d not been intimate with each other in over a year, since you’d started working for the Kraken, because you were both getting it somewhere else. It felt silly to continue to live a lie.

“I think you should leave your husband.” Vince said off handedly from behind you.

You paused and turned slowly “What?” You said eyes moving up to meet his as you buttoned your blouse.

“You heard me.” He said from his spot on the bed “I said I want you to leave your husband.” He was looking at you straight faced, serious and not joking. He’d made lots of “leave your husband” jokes over the last few months, but he wasn’t kidding this time.

You gaped at him “I-Why?”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes “I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I mean if you really loved him would you even be here?” He gestured around.

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been going over this in your head for months, and you’d come to the conclusion that your husband just wasn’t it.

“Even if I would….Id have to quit for this to go any further.”

Vince pursed his lips “I mean. I can’t ask you to do that, but I do know that you should leave him. And I think you know that too.” He added quietly “I mean even without me in the picture, it wouldn’t be any different.”

He was right.

Part of why you took the job with the Kraken was to fill your time and pull yourself out of being a housewife and hanging out with all his business buddies perfect wives. Working with the Kraken gave you the freedom to do your own thing and be whoever you wanted to be, rather than locked up in that condo.

You nodded “Your right. But what about my job? I can’t be with you and work here.”

“Let’s worry about that another time. I can help you with this.” He reached forward and gripped your hand “I just really want you to be happy.”

You were quiet for a minute, eyes focused on the bedsheet as you realized this could be your one chance to get out of the mess you were in. Your one opportunity to truly change the direction of your life. Maybe things never went forward with Vince, but maybe they did. Even if they didn’t, he had given you the confidence to make changes and leave a guy you didn’t even love, and for that you would always be thankful.

“Well?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

You looked up and took a deep breath “Do you promise? To help me?”

He nodded eyes lighting up “Yes. So are we really doing this?” He looked so hopeful, leaned forward, eyes bright. It was actually making your heart hurt how beautiful he was at that moment.

You nodded “I think- I think so.”

He smiled the most beautiful, breath taking smile you’d ever seen on him, which you didn’t think was possible because they were all beautiful, but this one was different.

“This is going to change your life I promise you. I’m going to change your life. For the better.”

“You already have.”

He pulled you right back down, kissing you like he never had as you became a tangle mess of limbs and clothes and you felt like things would get better for the first time in a long time.

Maybe being a work wife wasn’t so bad.

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mack-devereaux · 10 months

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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.”

#nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey imagines #vince dunn #vince dunn imagine #seattle kraken

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thatskrakenhockeybaby · 10 months

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Per Elliotte Friedman - From NHL Board of Governors: teams will not wear specialty jerseys in warmups next season.

Booooooo this is so lame. What the hell is with the NHL and shooting themselves in the foot? You KNOW this is about Pride too. Ridiculous. Get with the times, because Hockey *should be* FOR EVERYONE

#nhl #seattle #seattle kraken #hockey #seattle sports #that’s kraken hockey baby #nhl western conference #stanley cup playoffs #nhl stats #hockey goalies #nhl news #lgbt pride #hockey jerseys #nhl players #nhl blurb

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mp0625 · 6 months

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#hockey girlies discord #hockey #nhl discord #f1 imagine #seattle kraken #nhl fanfiction #vince dunn #Vince Dunn x Reader #nhl oneshot #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic #Seattle kraken x reader

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huggybug · 2 years

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#8 for dilf day w matty beniers ?

happy dilf day!

08. “Buddy Daddy’s working… you can’t be here”

“Daddy!” Your son was trying to make a run for Matty who was in the middle of practice. He was standing on the side closest to where you were sitting so it was easy for your son to see him.

“No bud we gotta wait” You picked him up and held him securely in your lap, waiting for the practice to come to an end.

The team was just finishing up, some already leaving while others skated around for some extra practice time but your son saw Matty standing near the bench, talking to a coach and made a run for it. He ran over to the tunnel on wobbly legs and caught Matty’s attention by waving and calling out for him.

“Buddy Daddy’s working… you can’t be here” Matty looked around for you, finally seeing you scrambling down the stairs to get to your son.

“Dude what did I tell you? We had to wait” You say as you pick your son up and he giggles.

“Daddy!” He points to Matty who’s grinning up at you both.

“Yeah you found him, good job” You laugh as he claps his hands for himself.

#happy dilf day!#matty beniers x reader #matty beniers imagine #matty beniers blurb #dad au #seattle kraken #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

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lxviswxrld · 1 year

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“I’ll take care of you.”

Tanev blurb based on @mylastnameistanev ‘s post and this quote from TheLoveHypothesis.

summary: Your ex plays for the sharks and Brandon is protective. Could probably make a bigger fic out of this tbh

warnings: None

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You knew the second your ex slammed into the boards in front of you after scoring that Brandon would be right behind him. You hadn’t made your relationship public, you weren’t even sure after that night what you were, honestly. But you knew how Brandon felt, and you knew to him, that was unacceptable. You jumped back in your seat when you saw his face, Luke’s stare back as he mocked you and your hometown in his celly. Within seconds he was up against the boards again, but not by his choice. Brandon had swung across the ice to flatten the Sharks player back into the glass. Brandon skated by, offering up a wink and smile. I got you, was what Bran meant.

It was tense after the first period, the sharks were up and you couldn’t shake the feeling of all the eyes on you. After all, two months ago you were clad in sharks jerseys, and now you were sitting in the Kraken guest box. NHL fans had a lot of speculation to talk about. Not that anyone would really know, you thought. Nobody knew about you and Brandon, yet. Something told you if your ex kept acting this way during the game, Brandon wouldn’t make it hard for people to tell, and you weren’t entirely against the idea. When the first period was over, you left your seats to go down and talk to Bran while you could. Maybe a good luck kiss was in order with tensions so high…

As you walked down to the lower levels of climate pledge where most people weren’t allowed, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n.” It was Luke, and he didn’t look like this was a kind chat.

“What do you want, Luke?” You asked annoyedly as you tried to inch towards the Krakens locker room. You didn’t like being alone with him.

“Want to tell me any big life news?” He started, you see the entitlement and anger seeping out of him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” You started to walk away when he caught up to you and grabbed your wrist.

“You realize I could tell everyone I know in the public eye about this. That would look great for your record, and Tanevs,” you felt your heart race at him talking about your new relationship.

“He’s a lot older than you, that won’t look very good on his image, would it? Old NHL player dating a girl right out of college-“

“Grad school. I’m 5 years younger than him.” You corrected him.

“Point is, I know something you don’t want people to know, so how about you go tell your boyfriend to lay off, and maybe I won’t think about telling people his little secret.” He had a gloating look in his eye as he continued, “Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, you could have been going home with winners tonight, but instead you’ll just have to think about what you’re missing.” His time off the bench was certainly inflating his ego…

“If he doesn’t back off, your new relationship will be the headline of tonight’s game, and not in a good way. I know people.” He grinned as you pulled your hand away.

“Fuck you,” You turned away and down the hall to the locker room to catch a glimpse of Bran before the second period. As you turned the corner, you saw Brandon standing within earshot of everything. He was looking at the ground, tapping his knee in anger and adrenaline.

“Hey…” you started

“He threatened you.” He interrupted.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just making empty threats,” you tried to ease him.

“No. He threatened you.” He stood from his bent position and looked at you.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Bran, you don’t have-“

“I’ll take care of it, and then when the games done, I’ll take care of you.” He pulled you into his chest and planted a kiss on your forehead before turning back to the locker room. Before he opened the door, he turned. “By the way, we’re winning tonight. I hope you can catch a salmon.” You giggled at his chirpy comment before waving and turning back up to the main levels.It wasn’t long till another goal was made by the Sharks, and to no surprise Luke turned to come skating by. He was quickly interrupted by a shove from a familiar jersey. “Tanev and Kunin” you heard over the speaker, but your mind was somewhere else. You didn’t really realize what just happened until a ref had grabbed hold of Brandon and torn him away from the other Sharks players.

“Penalty for Seattle kraken number 13, and for Sharks number 11.” You heard above you, as the refs guided Bran to the penalty box. You could see him chirping Luke as they skated away, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You watched the jumbo screen pan to Bran in the box and he winked at the camera. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. You suddenly realized you didn’t care what Luke told root sports- or any of his weird journalism friends, because at the end of the day, Bran had your back, and that’s all that mattered.

#x reader #brandon tanev x reader #hockey #nhl #brandon tanev #sharks lb #san jose sharks #luke kunin #tanev #turbo tanev #seattle #seattle kraken #kraken lb #First proper blurb pls b nice

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savoies · 2 years

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Ok…stereotypical thing here: going to the top of the space needle with Matty. 🙂

I love it.

"let's go let's go!" matty said as he pulled you out the door from his downtown seattle apartment.

"matty baby us rushing out the door is not going to magically transport us there quicker." You said slightly laughing as you saw your boyfriend's reaction. Let's just say that you were visiting matty and he wanted to do all the stereotypical seattle things.

~~~

you and matty now stood in the elevator with a few other people going up to the 42nd floor.

"woah look baby!" He said as he pulled your hand through the crowd of people "sorry xcuse me" He said as he tried not bumping into anyone.

you snapped a few photos of him and his smiley self as he saw all of seattle through the windows.

"babe come here, let's take a picture together, I want to send it to the boys." he said.

"matty please don't get to close to the window." You told him.

"Why not? Omg babe are you scared of heights...?" He said as he looked over at you.

"What no..." You told him. "Just snap the photo please." You said as you wrapped your arms around him.

#not proofread #hockey boys #matty night #matty talk #matty beniers #seattle kraken #umich boys #me pretending like i actually know stuff about seattle jsjs #this is like my fav thing ever #ari's hockey blurbs #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs #hockey imagine #hockey imagines

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wildrangers · 2 years

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Who I Write For & Masterlist // NHL

Players (organized by teams)

Anaheim Ducks

Jamie Drysdale

Trevor Zegras

Buffalo Sabres

Erik Johnson*

{Setting the Scene}

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

JJ Peterka

Mattias Samuelsson

Jeff Skinner

Carolina Hurricanes

Pyotr Kochetkov

Andrei Svechnikov

Colorado Avalanche

Alexander Georgiev

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Minnesota Wild

Matt Boldy*

{Summer Lovin'}

Jonas Brodin

Joel Eriksson Ek

Mason Shaw*

{The Bear Dilemma}

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes*

{Can This Be a Real Thing, Can It?}

Nico Hischier*

{If It's Meant to Be}

Timo Meier*

{Sweet Like Cinnamon} (Summer Fic Exchange 2k23)

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

New York Rangers

Will Cuylle*

{Millenium Falcon}

Alexis Lafrenière

Ryan Lindgren*

{If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird}

{Say Don't Go}

{Warrior}

K’Andre Miller

Jimmy Vesey

Ottowa Senators

Josh Norris

Tim Stutzle

Seattle Kraken

Vince Dunn

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

{The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned} (Winter Fic Exchange 2k24)

{"Slut!"}

Joseph Woll

Vancouver Canucks

Anthony Beauvillier

Elias Pettersson*

{Home} (Winter Fic Exchange 2k23)

Quinn Hughes*

{Oh Captain, My Captain}

Notes: Feel free to request someone that's not listed, I just may not be super familiar with them. Also, I don't write for anyone under 21 or who is married.

23-24 Update: If a player is crossed out, I've previously published for them but will not be doing so moving forward.

#nhl blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #minnesota wild imagine #minnesota wild blurb #new jersey devils blurb #new jersey devils imagine #new york rangers blurb #new york rangers imagine #vancouver canucks imagine #vancouver canucks blurb #toronto maple leafs blurb #toronto maple leafs imagine #buffalo sabres imagine #buffalo sabres blurb #seattle kraken imagine #seattle kraken blurb

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starshine-hockey-girl · 3 months

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This blurb is for PrincessPhilly's lyric challenge in honor of her birthday. I selected lyrics from Heaven Sent by Keshia Cole for Brandon Tanev.

It is a reader insert and just under 1500 words.

@princessphilly @pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968

Bellevue, Washington

You listened as Brandon walked in the door of your shared high rise condo. The brief serenity while your loves- both human and furry- took their unending energy and activity for a walk ended abruptly. You smiled as his baritone voice boomed through the condo and he animatedly spoke to the excited pups. He talked to them as if they understood his words.

On the surface, the two of you made no sense as a couple. You, the quiet and reserved one, and he, the loud and bodacious one, seemed like polar opposites. However, you had one common characteristic that made it work- passion. You both had a passion for your work and an even greater passion for each other.

The relationship took both of you by surprise. When you joined your Seattle Reign teammates for a ceremonial puck drop at the Seattle Kraken hockey game, you were nursing a broken heart from your first and only serious relationship. You were the very definition of “not looking for love”. However, when you were introduced to Brandon Tanev and he pulled you into a hug with a loud proclamation of “YN! I am a big fan”, you felt the electricity almost at once. You stumbled back and smiled nervously. Then he flashed his bright smile and you were hooked. When he asked for your number before you left, you gave it without hesitation.

Eighteen months later, you stood in the bathroom listening to him speak to the dogs- Jett and Messi. His one request when you moved into the condo over the summer was to get a dog. Yes, that was the plan to adopt one dog. However, as you walked through the rescue adoption event, he went straight to the pair of adorable Yorkie terriers who chased each other through an enclosed play yard.

“What do you think, Y/N?” he looked back at you as you observed.

“You want a small dog?” you asked incredulously, “You have been searching for labs for weeks.”

“I don’t know. I think a smaller dog would be better in the condo,” he bent down to pick up the bigger of the pair. He held him up to his face. “Cute, eh?” he asked. You knew instantly that he was hooked and there would be no talking him out of the tiny dog.

“Baby,” you smiled as you bent down to pick up the smaller of the pair, “He has a little buddy. Someone needs to adopt them as a pair.” You had hoped that would serve as some sort of deterrent to the selection. It had the opposite effect.

“Someone being us, Y/N” he smiled. You opened your mouth to object when he started to plead his case. “Think about it. They already know each other and they will have a built-in playmate. They won’t be so lonely when we are at practice. I’ll have one for each side of me when I watch your road games and you watch mine.” He took both of them into his hands. He started speaking to them. “Yes, do you want to come live with us? We’ll teach you all about hockey and soccer,” he spoke animatedly before putting them down to start chasing them through the play yard. You groaned. He looked up and flashed you a smile. “Come on, YN- you know you can’t resist this cuteness.”

You smiled. He, of course, referred to the dogs but it was infectious energy that you could not resist. “Fine,” you said as you climbed into the play yard and picked up one of the pair, “But only if I get to name them.”

“No way,” he laughed, “You name one. I’ll name the other one.” He picked up the other dog and examined it closely. “What’s your name, buddy?” he asked if the dog would answer. “Jett?” he grinned as he bestowed the name of his first NHL team on to the Yorkie.

You looked at Jett's partner in crime, “Well okay, Messi- let’s go home.”

You were lost in the memory when you heard him bounding up the stairs. His footsteps were loud as he lept the stairs two at a time. The pitter patter of tiny paws tried their best to keep up with him. “Come on boys. Let’s go see YN,” he called as he reached the top of the steps, raced into the bedroom and slid on his sock-covered feet into the bathroom. You looked up at him in the mirror reflection. He held out a cup from your favorite coffee shop- the one he took you on your first unofficial date. “I thought you could use the extra caffeine tonight,” he smiled as he handed it to you.

You smiled and accepted the drink from him. “He knew,” you thought to yourself. He knew that the gala would require all of the social energy you had in you. Being in large crowds, entertaining and charming people came naturally to Brandon. To you, it was an effort. One that would need to be fueled by caffeine and his boisterous love. He walked up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. You shared a look in the mirror. The words were unspoken, but you heard them all the same, “I got you,” he spoke with his eyes, tender with emotion.

Then the moment abruptly ended when he swatted your bottom playfully, “Don’t worry. I got myself a triple espresso so I will be bouncing off the walls soon.”

“Brandon!” you laughed, “You do not need caffeine. Please tell me that you are joking. The world does not need a caffeinated Turbo.”

He looked back and smiled, “Oh, but I think it does.”

You went your separate ways. He went into the large, walk-in closet to get dressed in his suit. You stayed in the bathroom to put on your final touches of your hair and make-up. After you dressed in your dress with a slit cut high enough to emphasize your toned leg, you wandered down the stairs. The caffeine from Brandon’s drink had kicked in and he raced around the room in an elaborate game of chase with the dogs. He looked like a cross between a twirling tornado and Tasmanian devil. The game was getting out of control and he came dangerously close to knocking over your favorite floor vase as he sped by the fireplace. “Brandon,” you yelled as his hand knocked the vase over, “Why do you have to run around like a Tasmanian Devil? You are going to break something!” He used his lightning-fast reflexes to catch the vase before it hit the floor.

He swung around the couch and caught sight of you from the corner of his eyes. He stopped suddenly and stood with his mouth agape.

You looked down at your dress nervously, “No good?”

“Oh, it’s good,” he finally choked out, “It’s…..ummmm….. Yeah….. It’s uhhhhh” He searched for the words but could not find them. “You look like an angel,” he whispered when the words finally bubbled up in his brain, “You look like an angel sent from heaven.”

You blushed as he walked over to you. He looked at you in wonder, “just like the song.” He pulled you into a tight embrace as he instructed Alexa to play your song. https://open.spotify.com/track/2E90KUsor4U2abOJGFKtfx?si=1773701ad44c4836

He spun you around as the music filled the room.

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

“You are, YN, you are,” he whispered as he gazed into your eyes, “I may be a Tasmanian Devil, but you are my angel sent from heaven. I love you so much.”

“Brandon….” you spoke softly, “I am no angel.”

“Yes, you are,” he kissed you softly before whispering against your lips, “You are my angel and I am so lucky to have you.”

“We’re lucky to have each other,” you whispered back. Suddenly he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you toward the door.

“BRANDON!” you squealed, “What are you doing you devil you!”

“I see you are embracing my identity, my angel,” he laughed as he grabbed your purse, “The sooner we get to this gala, the sooner we can come home. I can get that dress off of you and show you just how devilish I can be.”

“Is that a promise?” you laughed.

“It’s a damn guarantee,” he swatted your bottom and carried you out the door.

#brandon tanev fiction #brandon tanev x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fiction #seattle kraken fiction #nhl x reader #seattle kraken x reader #seattle kraken imagine #princesspbdaychallenge

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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Seattle Kraken

Main Masterlist

If the links don’t work, please let me know!

Andre Burakovsky

Blurbs:

I think I’m in love with you

You’re washing the dishes but Andre is handsy

You’re in charge of the cupcakes for your friends wedding shower when Andre drops the M word

Your sink is busted so Andre comes to fix it

You’re out on a date when you fall for someone else

Fics

They shoot Webster’s, don’t they?

Vince Dunn

NOTE: I do not write for this player any more but haven't had the motivation to rewrite all of these.

Fics:

8 Letters

Blurbs:

Vince is over at your place but you have no idea what relationship you have with him

You and Vince broke up when he left for the NHL and now he’s back at home

Vince is acting sus and you finally figure out why

Vince is tired but not tired enough to not be a distraction

You and Vince are out in public and you call him your private nickname

You take home Vince when he’s drunk and you have an interesting conversation the next morning

You call your mom to tell her the big news

Vince has been streaming a lot lately and you want his attention

Vince has the man flu and calls you to take care of him

Vince tries to surprise you but fails in doing so

You and Vince take your daughter to visit her grandparents

Vince tries to make your birthday a little more special

What a shock, Vince is a lovey drunk

It’s your niece’s first birthday party and Vince meets your family

After a night out Vince meets your son, Ben, and fits right in

It’s your anniversary so you and Vince go back to the place you had your first date but Vince doesn’t like the initials on the high score list

You and Vince are out shopping and he’s teasing you the entire time

HCs

Vince’s reaction to hearing you call yourself Mrs. Dunn

Jamie Oleksiak

Fics:

Leave before you love me

And a bow on top

Not like I’m in love with you

Blurbs:

You talk about the other man you have a crush on

Your friend drags you to a ‘singles event’

Jamie is mean when you try to surprise him

You have news for your daughter and you aren’t sure how she’ll take it

You and Jamie aren’t a weird couple, but you really are

You’re in an uncomfortable situation with an ex and Jamie comes to your rescue

#andre burakovsky imagine #jamie oleksiak imagine #seattle kraken imagines

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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can i request, for dilf day, brandon tanev anything?

HAIRCUT

connected to this blurb :)

brandon didn't tell anyone, not even you. he had kept it a secret. what had he kept a secret? his haircut.

he walked through the door, and greeted theo, your dog, before making his way through your house in search of you and elijah. he heard elijah's infectious laugh coming from the backyard and made his way outside.

elijah was quickly distracted by theo running over to him and jumping around him while brandon sat down on the grass next to you looked back and smiled, but your smile was quickly swapped with a look of confusion, "huh." was all you said.

"huh? that's all you got?"

"i don't really know what else to say." you ran a hand through his newly short hair.

elijah finally looked over at brandon, and stared at him just as shocked, "daddy?" he asked.

"right here, buddy." brandon opened his arms.

elijah waddled over and reached for brandon's hair, "where hair?"

"i cut it off," brandon answered.

"where it go?" he asked.

"i got rid of it. do you like it?" elijah made a face.

"i guess not." you laughed.

"what? why not?" elijah didn't answer, he, in response, turned around and began playing with theo.

"well, now that you're home, i have an appointment to get to. don't cause too much trouble." you kissed brandon on the cheek, then picked up elijah and kissed all around his face.

"hey, why don't i get kisses like that?"

"because you got a haircut and didn't tell me."

taylor's dilf day!

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so-writing · 2 years

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i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier. With Barzy in a diner eating a grilled cheese 🫣🫣

-T

(sad/angst blurb weekend)

Sharp cheddar sandwiched between parmesan crusted sourdough bread: The Ol’ Reliable.

It was your favorite sandwich in the world and it was sitting in front of you getting cold while you processed what Mat Barzal, your freshly minted fiance, was telling you. There was no way this was happening. Not now, not after everything had finally started to fall into place.

“Baby,” he was smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, “you still here with me?”

Of course you were. You’d always be with Mat, no matter what the circumstances were, the two of you were a team.

“Yeah, sorry, this is just a lot to take in.”

“I know. I’m trying my best to accept the fact that it’s finally real. I knew it was coming but really living it is something entirely different.”

His last sentence brings your thoughts to complete halt, “you knew it was coming?”

Mat shrugs and pulls a fry off of your plate. He pops it in his mouth and pretends to enjoy it but you know better. It probably tastes like acid, or better yet, betrayal.

“I did.”

“You didn’t tell me, why? I thought we were a team?”

“We are a team.”

“So why am I just finding out you’ve been traded to the fucking Kraken? Why am I just finding out you need to pack tonight and be on a plane in a few hours to Seattle? Why am I just fucking finding out you’re leaving when you knew you were leaving?!”

The sound of your voice is rising in tandem with the anger you’re feeling and you can’t stop yourself from lashing out at the server who simply came to check on how the food is.

“Tell me,” you practically spit at her, “how would you feel if that man that just proposed to you took a job on the other side of the country and didn’t tell you? Would that piss you off?”

“Uh, I, uh,” she stutters but finds her footing after a few moments, “I wouldn’t love it.”

“So you’d be upset, right?”

“Yes.”

“Because this man is supposed to be the man you plan to spend the rest of your life with. How could he keep something so big from you?”

The server had snuck away while you were ranting but you didn’t care. You weren’t focused on her. You were focused on the man across the table from you.

Mat’s regular order at the diner was gouda and pepperjack sandwiched between gluten free wheat and stuffed with jalapeno peppers: The Risk Taker.

The irony didn’t escape you.

Unlike your sandwich sitting cold on your plate, Mat was downing his like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and, despite the spice, loving every second of it.

“Can you stop fucking eating that sandwich and talk to me?!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I didn’t think it was a done deal until I got the call.”

“When did you get the call?”

He’s sheepish and doesn’t make eye contact as he takes another bite of his sandwich, “three days ago.”

You can’t believe it. You could’ve made so many plans in three days. In the hockey world, three days is a long time and you both know it.

“We should get home,” you roll your eyes and ask the server for a box for your sandwich, because you’re definitely not wasting it, “we need to pack you up.”

The car ride back to your shared apartment is silent and you glance at Mat a few times, noticing that he opens and closes his mouth to say something more than once. The two of you move in silence as Mat speaks to his agent on the phone and you pack his suitcase with the things he’ll need the most.

You pack everything you feel is essential for him to take to his new home in Seattle and you don’t hesitate to pull the beautiful pear shaped diamond off your ring finger and drop it into his suitcase before closing the lid and zipping it up.

“All done,” you shout out of the bedroom and he rushes in to grab the bag. He gives you a quick kiss and promises he’ll book you a flight out to Seattle as soon as he’s landed.

Twelve hours pass before you get an email to confirm a flight to Seattle. You ignore it and wait. He’ll see the ring eventually.

An hour later he calls and you don’t answer. He calls again and again and again. You don’t answer. Mat sends countless text messages and you don’t respond to any of them.

He made his choice when he found out he was leaving and kept it from you. A few days pass and you finally decide to entertain his bullshit. The first thing you see is the last message he sent.

It’s a picture of your ring sitting in his palm. No text is included.

You slide your phone into your pocket and head out to grab a bite to eat at your favorite diner. The booth you and Mat always occupy is open and you seat yourself before picking up the menu, hellbent on ordering something new and out of your comfort zone.

The waitress comes up and takes your drink order. You ask her what she recommends and she tells you what her favorite sandwich is.

Sharp cheddar, swiss, provolone, sandwiched between texas toast filled with deep fried macaroni and cheese patties, cheddar cheese sauce and pulled pork: The Mistake.

should I do more of these blurb weekends?

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal #t you're the best i love ya #I hope this crosses the ts and dots the is #I made sure to add the Easter eggs lol #aka grilled cheese #you know #this is so fuckin cheesy #PUN INTENDED #but for real its corny as hell #T I apologize for this extra cheese

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americassteestore · 1 year

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Seattle kraken hockey chaos hockey shirt

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lukeevangelista · 2 years

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it's not your fault - matty beniers

okay i’m placing multiple trigger warnings.

warnings: this DOES include pregnancy talk along with miscarriages. it is SAD. please do not INITIATE CONTACT WITH THIS POST IF THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING!!!

once again, not edited.

pairing: matty x reader

tags: @hockey-lover-22 @dylandukerr

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miscarriage. that’s the current situation you two were dealing with. you and matty had been married for almost a year, finally deciding you wanted to try and expand your family. try being the key word. you two had been trying and trying with no luck. negative test after negative test until one day you finally got a positive.

you didn’t tell matty though. that was one your kept a secret in case it was a false positive or a water vapor line. you didn’t want to get his hopes up. that following morning you ended up taking another one, it being positive too. you couldn’t believe it. you finally were getting what you both wanted.

that was until today came when you were lying down with him, taking his pre game nap before he was set to head to climate pledge arena to play with his team against vancouver.

that was until you started cramping, followed by blood in your underwear and more cramping in your lower back.

that was until you took another test and it coming back negative.

that was it. that was the last straw to your breaking point.

“it’s nobody’s fault. especially not yours.”

“i cant don’t know if i can do this anymore.” you whispered, “i dont know if i can be like this, i just get my hopes up, just to have them crushed again.” you cried into his shoulder, “negative test after negative test. and now this? the one time we get a positive test, this happens.” you muttered, “i’m sorry i just- i can’t give you want you want. a family.”

“don’t you dare apologize for that.” he mumbled as he pulled you into his chest, “this isn’t something you can control. you can’t control if your body can hold this child or not, baby. do not blame yourself for that.”

“you don’t get it matty.” you choked out, “you don’t understand as your partner, it makes me feel like a failure that my body can’t keep our child alive. my body is literally failing me.”

“your body is not failing you. your body keeps you alive, strong, and healthy every day baby.” he said as he rubbed your thigh, you two now sitting on the bathroom floor, you sobbing into his chest.

“you don’t realize how bad i wanted this for us. i was willing to put my body through the worst pain it will ever feel, just so we could have this one thing and i can’t even do that.”

“i do realize because i wanted it too.” he sighed as he moved his hand to your face, making you look at him, “baby, there are all sorts of options we can try. ivf, surrogacy, adoption. so many options baby. we’ll have our family one day, i promise. and if it’s meant to be just us, then that’s perfect with me.” he continued as you sobbed into his chest, “please don’t cry.” he cooed as he ran his hand through your hair, “i promise you, well figure it out one day. until then, i’m totally happy with it being just us.”

but you knew that wasn’t true, you could hear the hesitation in his voice. you knew what he wanted. this wasn’t the first time you had talked about children. i mean hell, you two talked about them before you were even engaged, just to make sure you were on the same page about everything.

“why lie?” you sobbed, “you and i both know that’s not true matthew.” you whimpered out, “you want this just as bad as i do.”

“i’m not lying honey,” he stated as he adjusted you onto his lap, “maybe now just isn’t the right time for us and that’s why this is happening. i would be lying if i didn’t say i wasn’t devastated but things like this happen and unfortunately this is something we can’t control. we don’t know why it happens or what causes it but what i do know is,” he continued, “i love you with every bone in my body and some day, you and i will be parents and well have the family we both want and deserve.” he said as he planted a kiss to your temple, ‘“i can promise you that.”

“one day.” you murmured out as you laced your hands with his.

“one day.”

#tw miscarriages #tw miscarriage #matty beniers imagine #matty beniers #umich imagine #seattle kraken imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #tw sadness

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leafs-lover · 3 years

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“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” With Jamie Oleksiak please? I’m absolutely in love with him!

I had so much fun writing this! I've always wanted to write some kind of fic/ mini-series for him but never had an idea. Maybe one day 🤷‍♂️

Ex-boyfriend!Jamie x cheating reader from this prompt list

Making your way back to the bar your knees wobble as you regain some composure. The loud music booms through the speakers while you weave through the crowd.

Clammy hands smooth the fabric of your dress, your dress that is without a doubt short, barely ending a few inches down your thighs. A few beads of sweat roll down the nape of your neck, baby hairs clinging to the moisture. The glow on your face not from your makeup, but from sweat.

Wiping the side of your mouth you spot him. Chris. Your boyfriend, of about three months. He's great. Saying the right things, holding doors open, making you laugh. You feel safe when you're around him, but something is missing.

“Hey, where’d you run off to?” Chris asks, handing you a gin and tonic.

You smile politely as you accept the drink. He tries you tell yourself accepting the drink that by this point he should know isn’t your favourite. “Long line for the bathroom” you lie.

His arm wraps around your waist and you struggle to not shudder, the feeling of guilt rushing to the surface. He guides you to the table, Sarah, your best friend immediately giving you a knowing look.

She saw him as soon as he walked in. Not that he is easy to miss at almost 6’ 6” and nearing 250 pounds. But even if he somehow snuck in, his group of friends all almost as tall, shoulders just as wide and a tension that fills the bar are unmistakable.

You can barely focus as time winds on. Smiling and nodding along, you fake it, easily fading into the large group of people. Nobody notices, except for Sarah. She shakes her head at you, trying to telepathically communicate, but you keep your head down. Eyes locked on the glass in your hand, condensation flowing over your hand and onto the table. Chris leans over every now and then, asking you a quick question, sometimes placing a kiss into your hairline. But when his hand squeezes your thigh you almost vomit.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you announce, almost to no one.

Forcing your way to the bar you try to flag down the bartender. You almost lock eyes with him, until you realize he is looking about a foot above you. Rolling your eyes, you immediately feel his presence. His cologne another giveaway of his arrival.

His large frame easily pins you to the bar, bending down you feel his warm breath fan over your neck. “Moscow mule?” he queries, though he already knows the answer. You used to love it, but now it makes your skin crawl how well he knows you. Barely breathing out a yes, you feel his knee spread your legs, a hand land on your waist.

“What are you doing?” you bite, not willing to look at sky blue eyes.

“Just ordering some drinks,” he shrugs, goosebumps forming on your neck.

“Do you need to be so close when you do that?” You try to say firmly, but the dripping in your core causes your voice to crack.

“No,” he simply replies. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.” His voice is smooth but you can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“You…you can’t say that,” you barely stammer out. Glancing to the side you spot Chris, none the wiser, locked in a conversation with his friends. “I’m with Chris.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” An involuntary whimper falls from your lips, baiting him further. Turning your head ever so slightly, you lock eyes with him, immediately regretting that decision. His eyes were the thing that drew you in, and he has you exactly where he wants.

The hand on your waist digs in ever so slightly. “Jamie,” you scold, your eyes going wide. You shudder at his touch, eyes fluttering closed wanting nothing more than to give in.

“My name never sounded so good.”

“We can’t” you stutter out when he leans further against you. “I’m with Chris.”

Reaching in front of you, you grab the glass the bartender placed on the table, Jamie throwing a few twenties out in return. “Enjoy your drink with Chris,” his voice rasps in your ear. “When you get bored you know where to find me.” Placing a soft kiss on your cheek he steps back, leaving you barely standing and gasping for air.

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