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invisible string - cale makar
a/n: another old fic rewritten for our fav defenseman sorry the gif I found is so large I could not find any horizontal ones I liked that fit my aesthetic rip
word count: 3.6k
warnings: alcohol, very brief mentions of blood/injury
summary: based on taylor swift’s invisible string
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You were going to miss this park.
Every Saturday afternoon you come here. Most of the time, you spent your day underneath the large oak tree planted in the center of the park, nose deep in whatever book you were currently reading. This month’s choice was I’ll Give You The Sun. Occasionally, you would do homework or take a nap, but your favorite thing to do was read. This oak tree was your favorite spot in all of Calgary, and you were really going to miss it.
After five years in Calgary, you were finally moving back home to Denver. Your family moved around a lot as your dad was transferred frequently, but your true home was Denver. You hadn’t been back there since you were six, but it was still home.
Calgary was always temporary. You knew eventually you’d pack up and leave, your parents dragging you along with them because you were only sixteen and had no choice, but it got exhausting after a while. You just wanted to stay somewhere.
Even though you knew your time in Calgary was limited, it didn’t stop you from falling in love with the city.
On the Saturdays that you spent tucked away underneath the tree, you always let your mind wander into daydreams of meeting someone there. You dreamed of being swept away in a whirlwind of a romance, and it all started with meeting someone at the park. All your daydreams could probably be tied back to the numerous romances you continuously read or due to the fact you longed for a teenage love, but what could you say? You were a hopeless romantic. Maybe it would be someone walking their dog or an afternoon jogger running into you or a lost tourist asking for directions. Either way, you thought it would be the most romantic meet-cute, under your special tree.
Five years passed, though, and your dreams of meeting someone dwindled until the only reasons you went to the park were purely for peace and quiet. Now, you were spending your last day in Calgary in your favorite spot, soaking up the sunshine as you finished your latest book.
On the last page, five paragraphs from being done, you heard a loud scream.
Your head snapped up, concentration broken as you searched around for the origin of the noise. Lo and behold, off in the distance, you saw the form of a boy rollerblading down the bike trail. There must have been some sticks or rocks on the path because the boy kept shouting as he wailed his arms around, unable to stop.
You watched as he continued stumbling for a few seconds before he careened off the trail and into the grass, tumbling onto the ground before rolling into a nearby tree.
Initially, your jaw dropped in shock, a soft gasp escaping as you covered your mouth with your hand. You waited a few seconds, watching for movement, and then you heard the pained groans coming from the injured boy.
The boy gradually pushed himself up by his hands, and you could see the bloody scrapes on his forearms even from your distance away. He slowly got back up on his feet, limping across the grass as he made his way back to the trail.
Not being able to help yourself, you began laughing at his misfortune. Now that you knew he was okay, the screaming and fall replayed in your mind, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
You thought you were far enough away that he wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you were sadly mistaken. The boy’s head turned to the sound of your laughter, and he followed it until his eyes met yours. You stopped laughing, but the smile on your face refused to fall as you took in his disheveled state.
He watched you try to hide your amused smile to no avail. It only took a few seconds of chuckling while directly staring at him before he returned your smile with one of his own. You saw a flash of teeth and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk. He gave you one last glance, shaking his head slightly before turning back towards the direction he’d come from. You watched his figure rollerblade back down the path, avoiding the obstructions this time, and disappear from your vision.
The boy rollerbladed to the park the next Saturday. He skated by the same spot where he fell last week and glanced over to the centered oak tree, hoping to see you again, but you were nowhere to be found.
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Cale couldn’t sleep. It seemed like no matter what he did, he just couldn’t fall asleep. The team had put him in a hotel for a few weeks while they worked on finding him a more permanent residence, but despite the comfort of the hotel bed, he didn’t find the mattress agreeable.
He’d been in Denver for two weeks now and he’d yet to see anything in the city besides the arena. His days were full of hockey practices and meetings, and his evenings were full of extra training at the gym. The latter was his own personal choice; he didn’t want to squander his chance at playing in the NHL and felt that he needed to train a little harder, being new and all.
He tossed and turned in bed for two hours before finally giving up. Sleep obviously wasn’t going to come to him soon, so he might as well kill some time instead.
Pulling out his phone, Cale searched ‘diners near me’ into Google and scrolled through the list of options. He selected the one nearest to him that was also open twenty-four hours, entered the address into maps, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and was out of the door within three minutes.
The chilly, brisk walk to the diner took ten minutes from the hotel. Cale hadn’t been in Denver long, but he knew the weather was going to agree with him, if only because he had so much experience with the bitter cold Calgary winters.
A bell dinged above his head as he entered through the front door. Cale glanced around the small diner, noticing a few old truckers at the counter, a young teenage couple near the window, and a girl his age tucked away into a corner booth writing into a notebook.
A middle-aged woman with graying hair approached him at the front, a menu in her hand.
“Just one?” She asked him, noticing his lost puppy look. Cale nodded his head in agreement, following the lady to a secluded booth.
She set down the menu in front of him before pulling out a mug to pour him a cup of coffee.
“New around here?” She asked him as his eyes read the menu slowly.
“Is it that obvious?” He replied with an awkward chuckle.
“We usually have a small group of regulars. Your ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look is a dead giveaway,” she said with a warm smile. “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.”
The woman walked back behind the counter, serving more coffee to the truckers. He saw one cook in the back kitchen ,but other than those two, no one else was working. Probably because it was a little past two in the morning on a Wednesday.
He took his time reading over the menu; he couldn’t decide if he wanted a breakfast platter or a nice burger with fries. He’d narrowed it down to two options when he saw you shuffle out of the corner booth, backpack slung over your shoulders.
You walked his way, the only path to the front door was past his table. His eyes connected with yours, and you gave him a warm smile.
Pausing next to his booth, he watched you as you leaned over his shoulder.
“If you’ve never been here before, I highly recommend the caramel and cream cheese French toast. It’s not on the menu, but they’ll make it anyway if you ask. Oh, and get tater tots instead of the hashbrowns, they’re a lot better,” you suggested.
You flashed him a bright smile, and Cale’s eyes lit up. It felt like he’d seen that smile before, an old memory from a dream that he couldn’t quite remember. He wanted to say thank you or maybe ask what your name was, but you continued on your way out the door before he got a chance to reply. His gaze stayed fixed on the swinging bell above the entrance long after he’d watched you turn down the corner and fade into the night.
His trance was broken when he heard the voice of the waitress call out to him.
“So, did you decide on something?” She asked, a knowing grin on her lips.
The two choices Cale was torn between suddenly vanished from his mind; he couldn’t even remember what he wanted to order before you said something. Cale bit his lip and thought about it. French toast really wasn’t on his diet. All he could do was hope that the extra hours he spent in the hotel gym would pay off and negate the sugar-filled and fatty calories he was about to consume.
Closing the menu without a second glance, he turned his attention towards the waitress. “Yeah, I’ll have the caramel and cream cheese french toast with tater tots, please.”
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Cale was riding high. The team had just made it to the Stanley Cup finals, and no one could contain their excitement.
Going against the advice of their coaches, a few of them had decided to go out to celebrate. It was nothing big, just a small dive bar on the edge of the city. They wanted to celebrate their hard work, not get so trashed they’d be completely useless for practice tomorrow. They still had their toughest games ahead of them.
The bar was quiet, only a few local patrons were there besides the team. If anyone knew who they were, no one approached them about it. The night passed quickly, laughter and cheers filling the small space as pints of beer were drained.
“Makar, grab the next round,” his captain ordered, and he was too happy to do so. Cale was the resident golden retriever on the team. Someone would say ‘jump’ and Cale would ask ‘how high?’ but he didn’t feel used. He loved being a part of a team. So, he made his way across the room to the bar and ordered two more pints.
For you, it had been a hell of a week. And not in a good way. You finished your Bachelor’s degree almost two weeks ago, but the stress didn’t end when you turned in your last finals. Work was awful, but you still had another couple months until you began your life as a real career woman. You were stuck there for the rest of the summer, promising your supervisor that you wouldn’t leave during their busiest season just because you’d graduated even though you really wanted to put in your two weeks. It was a mistake to make that promise.
After spending a day running numbers and creating spreadsheets that a ten year old could’ve done, all you wanted right now was a drink: the strongest drink you could think of. Perhaps an entire bottle of whiskey if they’d allow it. Or if you could afford it.
The minute after your shift was over, you were out the door and removing the suffocating blazer before you’d even hit the sidewalk. You began the familiar route to your favorite bar, being that it was close to work, cheap, and almost always empty.
When you entered the small bar, you noticed it was slightly busier than normal. Still relatively quiet, but busier than you were used to. You didn’t let it deter you as you walked directly to the bar.
However, it seemed the universe wasn’t done punishing you because when you were five steps away from the countertop, someone turned around abruptly. A hard body slammed into yours along with half a pint of beer.
“Oh, fuck me!” You exclaimed in distress, throwing your hands up as the beer splashed all over your blouse.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” The culprit said, setting the beers back on the bar behind him. He reached over to grab a handful of napkins and then began patting furiously at your top.
“It’s fine,” you sighed, “Today just really isn’t my day.” You took the napkins from one of his hands to dry yourself off.
You looked up to face the man who’d drenched you with cheap beer, and you were met with a dazzling pair of blue eyes. They looked familiar, as if you’d seen him before but couldn’t remember where.
He caught your stare, his lips quirking into a smile at the sight of you. Cale felt a tug inside him, like the feeling of butterflies, when he saw your face. Waves of coolness washed over him, and he was lost in your eyes.
“I’m sorry I ruined your shirt,” he said in a daze, unable to look away from you. He really hoped it didn’t come off as creepy, but little did he know you felt the same way.
“It’s okay, I wasn’t attached to it anyway,” you said, all your previous anger leaving your body. It was actually one of your nicer tops that would cost way too much money to dry clean now, but you weren’t thinking about that.
“Do I know you?” You both asked at the same time. The coincidence caused you two to burst out laughing, and he swore he’d heard that laugh before.
“How about I buy you a drink to make up for this?” He asked, beaming from ear to ear.
Your eyes twinkled as you nodded your head, and Cale felt his heart burst at your smile.
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A year passed in a blurry haze. The night out at the bar turned into a two hour conversation with the stranger who’d spilled beer all over you. He apologized profusely the entire night and introduced himself to make up for it. He only ordered you two drinks, but you spent hours together laughing.
You told him about your hellish day and complained about work, and he recalled the wins and upcoming games he had in the next couple weeks. Soon, you were exchanging life stories and you found out he was originally from Calgary. You discussed your hobbies and interests outside of work, the best movies you’ve seen recently, and where in Denver you could find the most authentic Mexican food.
Eventually, it neared one in the morning, and Cale had to get home for practice in the morning. As much as he wanted to stay longer to talk to you, he knew he had to get going before his teammates ratted him out tomorrow.
“Do you mind if I walk you home?” He asked, the drinks between you finished long ago. It sounded a little odd asking a stranger he just met if he could essentially follow her home, but he hoped he didn’t give off stalker vibes.
“I’d like that,” you replied with a smile. It sounded a little odd agreeing to let a stranger you just met have your address, but something tugged at your heartstrings and told you to take the leap.
When he dropped you off outside of your apartment, he had asked for your number. That night turned into a first date and that first date turned into many dates. Cale easily swept you off your feet, and it was even easier to fall in love with him.
After years of dating the wrong guys, of being burned and cheated on and lied to, the world had sent you the perfect man. A man with a soul equivalent to a thousand beaming rays of sunshine all wrapped up in perfect blonde hair and blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
He did everything for you. He sent you flowers randomly, surprised you with your favorite takeout, and took you on the most extravagant dates. You went to his games, house sat his plants when he was on roadtrips, and left him little notes in his suitcases to find when he was away. You knew within two months of dating that he was the one you were going to end up with. Cale was your forever.
There were no awkward phases in your dating life, no uncertainties or questions about what you were as a couple. Cale was as taken with you as you were with him, and you both knew what you wanted out of your relationship. It felt like you knew each other for years, like he’d always been there in the back of your mind, just out of reach and waiting for you to find him.
You didn’t know how much you believed in fate, but it felt like the universe made him specifically for you. He understood you like no one did and you could communicate with him without ever saying a word. If soulmates and other halves did exist, there was no doubt in your mind that Cale was your missing piece.
It was a year after you began dating that Cale invited you back home with him. He wanted you to spend a few weeks over the summer with him and his family in Calgary.
Cale was elated to introduce you to his family. He planned on marrying you one day, and he wanted everyone to meet the woman who’d stolen his heart. Everything about you consumed him: your hair, your eyes, your smile. There wasn’t a single part of you he wasn’t madly in love with and there was nothing about you he’d change. It was a long time coming, you going home with him, and you couldn’t be more excited about it.
He spent the first few days showing you around his favorite childhood hangouts, the rinks he used to skate on and the pizza places he used to frequent with his friends. He showed you his high school, secret hidden spot near a small lake, and the best ice cream shop in all of Calgary.
It was one day when you were walking through the old park you used to read where you shared your favorite spot.
“When I lived here, I used to spend every weekend under that oak tree,” you said randomly, pointing out to the large tree across the grass.
“Really? I used to rollerblade through this park sometimes. One day I completely ate shit on this path,” he chuckled, remembering the painful memory. “I sprained my wrist and arm. Couldn’t play hockey for three weeks.”
“How old were you?” You asked curiously, thinking back to the day you saw a boy fall.
“Sixteen, maybe?” He replied, brows furrowing in thought. You and Cale were the same age.
“This might sound crazy, but I think I saw you fall that day,” you said. Cale turned to look into your eyes.
“Were you the girl laughing at me under the tree?” He asked skeptically. The blush forming on your cheeks and the way you broke eye contact answered the question for you.
“It was you! I always thought it was rude how you didn’t offer to help me,” he said with a hearty laugh.
“To be fair, I was worried when you fell down. But then you got up and seemed okay, so I didn’t bother,” you said defensively.
“Still, you sat there and laughed at me while I bled on the grass,” he teased, slugging your arm lightly.
“Well, it seems that everything turned out okay for you,” you said, rolling your eyes dramatically.
“Yeah, it did,” he replied wistfully, reaching down to hold your hand with his.
The two of you walked through the rest of the park, but your gaze kept flickering back to the center field where your tree sat, your brain replaying the daydreams you had about meeting your true love underneath that tree. A nostalgic smile spread across your face, and Cale noticed your suddenly cheery mood.
“What are you smiling about?” He asked, a playful grin of his own appearing. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you smile.
“Nothing,” you replied, keeping the tender secret to yourself.
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Three years later, Cale took you home with him over the short winter break he got while the All-Star Game happened. You walked through the park together, a tradition that you created ever since that first summer back.
The air was cool and crisp, the skies a beautiful shade of purple and pink against the blue background. He led you over to your favorite tree, pulling you from the usual path you took around the park. In all the times you’ve been to the park with him, you’d never actually taken him to sit under your tree.
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the feeling of being in your favorite spot with your favorite person. Your heart rate began to pick up as Cale dropped your hand to stand across from you, giving you a knowing smile.
When he took a step back, you felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes as if your heart knew where this was heading before your brain could process it. Cale lowered himself onto one knee before he pulled out a small velvet box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal a diamond ring.
The fantasies you created in your mind all those years ago finally came to fruition that snowy day in January. All along you knew that one day you’d meet the love of your life under this tree even if you hadn’t realized it at the time, and you thanked whatever gods existed for the invisible strings that tied you to Cale.
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25&42 from the list 1 prompt (fluff) with cale <3
25. “You’re hugging me too tight!”
42. “Hey, only I can call them that!”
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As Cale’s resident best friend and on account of him being single, you got free access to all his spare game tickets since he never had anyone to give them to, save for the rare occasion his family made the trip to Colorado to watch him play.
And lucky for you, Cale invited you to take his extra playoff tickets. His family had taken the first few games, but with the lead they held over the Blues, Cale elected to save at least one game for you.
The game ended with a 4-1 win over St. Louis, giving them the 4-0 sweep in the series and sending them to the Cup final, and everyone was bouncing off the walls.
You huddled with the other significant others and family members in the tunnel outside the locker room, waiting in excitement to celebrate with the boys.
One by one they filed out, first the captain and a couple older guys whose first mission was to hug their families, and you waited your turn for your favorite rosy-cheeked boy. Tyson was the first to greet you, running up to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug.
“Fucking Stanley Cup final!” Tyson cheered, his volume a little too loud for being right next to your ear that you had to wince away before he blew an eardrum.
“Tys, you’re hugging me too tight,” you managed to get out in between wheezy breaths.
“Sorry, Squints, I’m too excited to let you go,” Tyson grinned, only letting up his grip just enough for you to inhale. He shook you around in happiness, and it was when he twirled you around that you spotted Cale leaning against the wall watching Tyson squeeze the life out of you.
“Squints, eh? Only I can call them that!” Cale chuckled beside you, and Tyson took his cue to let you go so you could embrace your best friend. ‘Squints’ was a nickname Cale had given you ever since the first time you watched The Sandlot together. It was, probably, your all time favorite movie, and you could recite the entire film from start to finish. Once Cale had discovered your little obsession with it, he started calling you Squints, who was one of your favorite characters.
Cale often called you by your nickname rather than your actual name and the rest of the team had eventually picked up on it.
“You don’t have a monopoly on them, Makar,” Tyson scoffed as Cale pulled you into his arms. “I’m your favorite, right?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re my favorite forward, Jost.”
“Semantics,” he shrugged.
Tyson was pulled away into another celebration by the Comphers not a second later, leaving you to give your congratulations to Cale.
“How does it feel to be four wins away from being Stanley Cup champions?” You asked, wrapping your arms around Cale’s middle while his draped over your shoulders.
His face broke into a wide smile and his cheeks were still red from the exertion of the game. Cale was happy. So fucking happy. You could see it in his eyes how excited and proud he was to be going to the final, and you were proud of him. The feeling almost made you want to reach up and kiss that dopey smile off his lips, but you held yourself back.
“It’ll feel even better when we win the Cup,” he replied, unable to stop his hand from drifting to trace his thumb over your cheek.
The moment could’ve lasted one second or one hour, you couldn’t tell. You were too distracted by his blue eyes to properly process the passage of time.
“Come on, we should get going. Gabe’s hosting a small party tonight to celebrate,” Cale spoke up after a moment, his smile fading slightly.
The sound of your names being shouted burst the bubble around you, and you forced yourself to take a step back. Cale’s hand reached down to grab your own before you could pull back too far and tugged you into his side as he led you towards the exit.
“You’re coming to the first game, right?” Cale asked as he ushered you through the parking lot, and you nodded.
“Of course, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you replied, and Cale shot you a quick smirk.
Once this is all over and once they’ve won the Cup, I’ll tell him, you decided, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as Cale didn’t drop your hand the entire walk to his car.
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25 and 28 with Cale Makar
25. “What the hell were you thinking?!”
28. “I care about you.”
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When you watched Cale get shoved by a Caps player, you hadn’t expected him to shove back. Cale was not the type to instigate fights. He wasn’t even the type to continue a fight. Usually, the other Avs players flocked to him the second he was even touched and fought for him. But the fact remained, Cale never fought. Hell, the only penalties he was called on were delay of game.
So seeing him bring up his hands to shove the Caps player back was a shock to say the least. You didn’t blame him exactly, it was a rough hit into the boards and you were sure he was upset about it. The Caps player, obviously having more fighting experience than Cale, was back on him immediately and throwing hands.
It didn’t last long. Gabe and Gravy were on the player as fast as they could get there, but it didn’t stop the Capital from getting a good clip on Cale.
You saw the ref skate Cale over to the bench, and you watched as he took off his helmet. He had a cut on his forehead that you assumed came from his visor somehow when he got pushed.
They cleaned up the cut with a washcloth, and you could see them bandage Cale up before the camera eventually refocused on the game.
He didn’t return until the third period, but you were glad to see he hadn’t taken too hard of a hit.
After the game, you received your usual text from Cale.
Cale: Can I come over?
You: Of course, door’s always open
It was standard routine for Cale to come over after home losses. You two were talking and in that “what are we” phase, but never had the talk to clarify. Still, you let him come over whenever he needed consoling and if that consolation sometimes came with sex, well that’s just how it goes.
An hour later he was knocking on your door before inviting himself in.
“Let me see the damage, tough guy,” you said when you heard the door open. You shot up from your spot on the couch and met him halfway.
Cale rolled his eyes but let you lead him to a seat at your kitchen counter. You tilted his chin up so you could inspect his injury.
“This looks worse than I thought it was,” you frowned, noticing the way the gash was much larger than you originally saw, “Does it hurt?”
“They numbed it up, but I had a bit of a headache,” Cale explained.
“They shouldn’t have let you back out,” you said with a sigh, walking to your cabinet to retrieve some ibuprofen.
“I told them I was fine,” Cale said, taking the pills from you with an appreciative smile.
“What the hell were you thinking?” You asked, disappointment lacing your tone, “You shouldn’t play with a head injury.”
“It’s barely an injury, baby. It’s just a cut,” he said as he pulled you in closer by your hips. His hand reached up to smooth out the frown lines on your forehead as you frowned, but you didn’t change your expression.
“Still, it was a bad hit and you were running on adrenaline. You can take it easy sometimes, you know,” you remarked. You uncrossed your arms to let your hands rest on his shoulders and gently massaged at the muscle there.
“Aw, do you care about me?” He teased with a light chuckle.
You rolled your eyes. “Of course I care about you, dumbass.”
“It’s not nice to call your boyfriend a dumbass, especially when he’s hurt,” Cale said.
“Oh, you’re my boyfriend now, huh?” You asked with a smirk, “And you just said you were fine two minutes ago.”
“Yes, I am your boyfriend,” he replied, leaning in to peck your lips, “And I lied, I’m not fine. I need my girlfriend to help me feel better.”
You knew he was joking from the wide grin that spread across his face, but you didn’t argue with him when he tugged you down the hall and into your bedroom.
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Cale Makar fucking you at a team event in a storage closet or bathroom or something and you’re moaning hard as he knows just how to make you squirm and you’re biting your shoulder trying to not scream his name super loud and then y’all stagger you leaving the clandestine room and one of the guys sees it and you blush harder than Cale who is embarrassed that he heard but also like ha he knows he takes care of his girl good. Honestly I don’t even know what this asked turned into sorry 😅
please never be sorry ever again I love this
(smut below the cut)
it took a long time to get cale out of his shell
and even then he usually reserved your bedroom activities for in the bedroom
tonight however was just too much for him
you were wearing a nice dress that accentuated your curves and breasts beautifully, he couldn't help himself from dragging you out of the main hall and down to a semi secluded corridor and into a broom closet
"what are you doing?"
"I can't wait until we get home so this has to be fast"
cale is unbuckling his belt in record time, hitching up the fabric of your dress so it was out of the way
he had barely pushed your panties to the side and running his fingers through your wetness briefly before he was fucking you into the wall
your head fell back against the concrete with a loud moan and cale was covering your lips in an instant
"baby you gotta be quiet"
you were not known for being quiet and cale knew this so asking you to hold it back was unreasonable on his end
he tried to swallow your moans as best as he could, but it didn't stop some of the loud sounds from escaping your mouth
it eventually resulted in you biting your own shoulder to suppress the sounds, but the damage was already done
after you'd both finished, you fixed your dress to the best of your ability and hoped the back of your hair didn't look too matted
when you exited the supply closet, you'd only gotten about five steps before you noticed the hallway was no longer empty
you and cale met the eyes of gabe and ej, who were standing by a window and exchanging a few words
you shuffled behind cale in embarrassment and pressed your face into his suit jacket, not wanting the older guys to see your horrified expression
cale blushed when he saw the guys but he acted with confidence as he ushered your bodies back towards the party
"have a good night you two" ej called out just before you slipped back through the main door
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can you do something soft with Cale? maybe you’re stressed about school (cause I am stressed) and you’re freaking out and he helps calm you down and idk just cuddles with you and 🥺🥺🥺
"I think you need a break" cale says suddenly from his position on the couch. you had been taking notes and reading from your textbook for the past four hours. honestly you don't know how things had gotten so out of hand and how you'd gotten so far behind in the material, and now you had to play catch up. "I can't until I finish this chapter" you explained as you jotted a side note in the margins. "you said that two chapters ago" cale groaned, pushing himself off the couch and crossing the room to where you sat at the table. he stepped behind your chair and towered over you, silently reading over whatever you were focused on but none of it made any sense to him. college for him was not what it was for you. where he spent most of his time partying with the guys or playing hockey, you were studying nearly all the time and working a part time job.
cale places his hands on your shoulders and gently massaged at the muscle there to divert your attention to him. "seriously let's lay down for a bit" he suggested as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "babe, I have to finish three more chapters before the end of the night and then start my essay which is due sunday" and it was already friday. cale didn't listen to your explanation since he knew whatever he said in response would go in one ear and out the other. instead, he tugged you away from the table by your chair until you were far enough away and couldn't reach your notebook. then he tugged you up by your hand and dragged you to the couch despite your protests and attempts to dig your heels into the ground.
"I'm going to fail" you whined as cale laid down on the couch and pulled you with him. he laid underneath you and tucked your head into his chest. he also wrapped his arms around your back so you couldn't escape his hold. "you're not going to fail" he reassured you in an unworried voice. cale flipped through the channels until he arrived on netflix and turned on great british baking show. if there was anything that helped your nerves, it was baking shows. and gbbs was one of the best ones out there, and cale knew it.
you exhaled as you heard the light music of the introduction begin to play. well, if you already forced to take a break, you might as well make the most of it.
"thank you" you muttered appreciatively to your boyfriend who always knew what to do when you got too stressed. cale pressed another kiss to your forehead and began rubbing soothing circles along your back. "anytime, baby" he replies in a soft voice, and you spend the next two episodes drifting in and out of sleep on your well-deserved break.
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do you think cale makar the ultimate rosy blushy boy is really innocent or like into some things?? cause like I wanna do things with him. I want to try things like...raw me. rail me from behind. tie me up. dom me. let me dom you if you want. like what do you think???
cale is an enigma and I shall elaborate I love this boy so much
(smut below the cut)
everyone thinks he's so innocent
all of his teammates could not imagine him being into freaky stuff nor would they even want to know probably
now while I don't think he's an absolute freak that has a list of kinks ready to go I do believe he'd be down to try a lot of things
hes young and hasn't seen much and if you wanted to try something he'd be all for it
same goes for you as well, sometimes cale would mention something in passing since he was kind of embarrassed about sexual stuff (you usually took the lead on things)
would cale be into raw sex? absolutely. he strikes me as a commitment kind of guy and the ultimate form of intimacy is raw fucking
I wouldn't say he's got a breeding kink or is necessarily into cumplay but he does love the feeling of being inside you raw whether he's coming inside of you or onto you
you'd both experiment with restraints
cale doesn't like to do anything too elaborate (mainly bc he can't figure knots out) but also bc he doesn't want you to feel trapped even if u say ur okay
but classic hands tied together or to the headboard was something he could handle
and if he was being completely honest he loved it when you tied him up and called the shots
you weren't always in charge and neither was he, but there was something sexy to him about you telling him what to do
but there were times when he could be in charge
usually after tough games or if he was feeling extra irritated for some reason
he's not one to let his emotions control him and he doesn't like to take things out on you, but when he's gripping at your ass a little harder or thrusting into you a little rougher you're surely not complaining about it
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Which hockey boys have the “I have an extra toothbrush at my place, just in case you spend the night” or the “I started buying lemonade and keeping it my fridge for you because that’s your favorite drink” energy?
omg all the sweet mamas boys definitely do but here is who I think would def keep little things for you at their place:
tyson jost BIG time
pld like you saw him keep sugar and baking stuff for his mom he would def keep some of your fav snacks as well
colton parayko he just strikes me as a big softie
brock boeser does keep things for you but also bc you got him hooked on whatever it is (be it your fav snack or drink or) so he consumes about half of it
elias pettersson I could write a whole thing on petey but I won't I just know he's thoughtful like that
nolan patrick bc he is a big actions speak louder than words person so that's how he shows you he cares
cale makar
dougie hamilton
quinn but in a sense that you bring stuff over and he lets you keep whatever you want at his place without questioning it
andre burakovsky
and that's everyone who comes to mind rn
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i want cale to hold me in his arms at a bonfire with his teammates, pepper me with kisses and smile when gabe and tyson tease him about it 🥺🥺
he's such a blushy boy literally anything makes his cheeks red (and they're permanently red) but he would be so in love with you he wouldn't even care about the chirps
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