#cale is back with his humor

[denaliwrites]

The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: Cale just can't let you go.

Soundtrack: NFWMB by Hozier

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich y'all. There's bound to be some choking or spontaneous drowning in here somewhere.

You'd always known Cale was dangerous.

From the very first moment you'd laid your eyes on him, your every instinct down to the cellular level had told you one thing:

Run.

And run you had -- right into his arms.

It wasn't the direction your instincts had told you to run in, but when had you ever listened to those pesky things? He was hot, and something about his dangerous energy just made him all the hotter. You weren't entirely sure why.

And for a while, everything had been fine.

Well. The relationship, internally, was always fine. Cale never hurt you out of anger or anything (though in the bedroom was another matter -- but you liked that kind of hurt). He treated you well, spoiled you even. He was protective but not particularly jealous, he liked being close to you but appreciated that sometimes you needed your own space, and he was respectful of... well, everything. If you said no to something, that was it.

Yet you always felt... on edge. Once the adrenaline of being so close to someone you could only describe as predatory wore off, you were left with a feeling of walking on eggshells. Sure, he'd never been violent to you, never even raised his voice to you -- but when would that change?

You could see it in his eyes, sometimes. That he was holding things back. That he wanted to shout, or wanted to get violent, but he wouldn't let himself. Maybe you should've taken that as a good sign -- that he simply had excellent self-control, and some kind of love for you.

Instead, it left you thinking that at any moment, the rubber band might snap.

And snap it did.

You'd reached the end of your rope. You were tired of being tense all the time, of wondering when and how your boyfriend would break his cover, when everything would come crashing down. You just wanted to breathe again.

"I can't do this anymore," you told him over dinner one night. You'd specifically chosen a night that he hadn't cooked, and you'd insisted on paying. That way, at least in terms of dinner, he had nothing to be angry about.

"Do what, babe?" he asked, but something about the way he was looking at you told you he knew exactly what you meant -- and he was daring you to say it aloud.

Like a lion challenging a gazelle to jump into crocodile-infested waters to take a chance of escape. Except the only thing that lay waiting for you in the water was just... him. Always him. Everywhere, him.

"This. Us," you forged ahead anyway, swallowing thickly. "I just... this isn't working for me."

"And why's that?" he asked, and you hated that he sounded like he was just humoring you.

"I just... feel like we're too different. We don't mesh well."

That was a lie. You both knew it, and you both knew that you both knew.

"You really think that?" He wasn't accusatory, strangely. He wasn't going to press on the lie, and seemed uninterested in unweaving it.

"I... no," you admitted. "No, I don't. I'm sorry."

He stood from his place at the head of the table and slowly made his way over to you. His hand was gentle as it cupped your chin and tilted your face up so that you were looking up at him.

"Tell me the truth, then."

"You terrify me," you said in a whisper, a tear trailing down your cheek. "I'm s-so tired of being scared."

He smiled down at you, but there was no warmth there -- no, that was the smile of the lion who'd cornered the gazelle and was moving in for the killing blow.

His hand struck your throat like a viper, and before you could even really process why you felt like you were falling, your body struck the floor with a hard THUMP!, his hand around your neck and cutting off all air.

"Tired of being scared, huh?" he asked you mockingly. "And how do you think I feel? Keeping all this in all the time so you don't run away? God, if I'd known how spineless you were all this time, I wouldn't have hid it so well."

You instinctively tried to swallow in fear, but his hand blocked it. You felt his fingers twitch at the feeling of your throat rippling under his hold.

"If I'd known you were gonna run away whether you had any reason to or not, I would have given you a damn good reason." He smiled, all glinting teeth, but it only served to frighten you more. "Pathetic."

"C-Cale, please," you gasped, hands coming up to grip his arm. "Please."

"And of course, now I have to kill you."

You moaned in fear, your tear-filled eyes staring up at him. "Cale, please -- we can --"

"Talk about it? No, I don't think so."

You needed air -- he still hadn't let up -- but you were going to die no matter what, so you continued on, "But what do you think the police will do when I go missing? The boyfriend is always the first person they check."

His hand loosened, just enough for you to get in a few desperate gulps of air. The way he was looking at you was contemplative.

"I know how to clean up a crime scene," he told you blankly. Why didn't that surprise you? "Do you know how many people I've killed?"

A shiver coursed through you, and by the way a pleased glint entered his eyes, you knew that Cale had felt it.

"But they were all random, weren't they? No connection to you. No reason to look at you."

His grip loosened just a little more -- enough for you to actually breathe again, labored as it may have been.

"Damn," he said, sounding almost impressed. "The spineless little worm has a brain." Finally, he let you go -- hell, he even helped you up so that you were sitting on the floor. "Fine. I'll keep you alive," he continued, staring intensely into your eyes. "But you are mine, do you understand? You can go along with your sad little job and have your stupid little friends, talk to your pathetic little family. But you come home to me. Your life is fucking mine, and if you step even a single toe out of line, I will end it. Got it?"

You nodded as you rubbed at your neck, not daring to look into his eyes, or even at him at all.

"Fucking... go clean yourself up."

You nodded again, scrambling up and rushing to the nearest bathroom. You heard Cale scream over the running water of the sink.

You wanted to scream, too.

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again

[senditcolton]

call my bluff... call you babe (5)

CHAPTER FIVE

summary - what’s that saying? drunk words are sober thoughts? after a night out at a bar with the team, Madeleine is left wondering if drunk actions mean the same. 

word count - 4k

warnings - alcohol consumption & cheating, kind of (you’ll understand)

previous part ~ playlist ~ series masterlist ~ join the taglist ~ next part

Although the air was still sharp and crisp with the chill of winter, Madeleine’s life had never felt warmer.  And that heat had nothing to do with the bodies packed into the downtown Denver bar adjacent to the Pepsi Center. Or, at least not the bodies of strangers.

Instead, it was the bodies of Avalanche players and their partners – her friends – crowded in the corner section of the bar that made Madeleine feel as if the joy and happiness of summer was surrounding her constantly. Part of her still couldn’t believe that this was her life – a life that had changed so rapidly in the past seven months. But when Gravy handed her another tequila shot with a smirk, she gladly accepts, thinking that if this was a dream that she would eventually wake from, she wanted to make the most of every moment offered.

The tequila goes down her throat with a concerning ease and she leans back against Cale’s shoulder, sitting next to her. She can feel his chuckle, his body angling towards her causing her to sink deeper into his embrace.

“Still doing alright?” he whispers into her hair. Madeleine just looks back at him, never tiring at sight of his normally rosy cheeks darkening whenever he drinks.

“Never better,” she replies with a grin, one that Cale reciprocates before he leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips.

The connection that she had shared with Cale was a little over a month old and so far, it was really nice. He was genuine, respectful, and sweet. It was refreshing, especially since this was the first time she dated since Logan; a relationship that ended up being filled with deception and disdain.

Her relationship with the defensemen was still casual – nothing permanently defined, nothing official. But Madeleine liked it that way. It was easier.

An all too familiar laugh pulls her attention away from Cale, her eyes moving to were Tyson stood at the dartboard with JT, a beer in his hand as he watched his friend throw.

“I’m gonna go see if Tyson is losing,” she jokes, pushing away from Cale and scooting out of the booth seat. Cale’s only reply is a small nod before turning back to the conversation he was having with Nate and Mikko. Madeleine slips out of the corner section her friends claimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reaches the dartboard area where Tyson and JT stood.

“Who’s winning?” she calls out, the two pairs of brown eyes looking towards her as she hops onto one of the barstools at the tables lining the wall.

“Tyson,” JT replies. “But not by much.” Madeleine watches as JT gathers his dart before walking away, Tyson taking his place behind the tape on the hardwood floor.

“I’m just surprised he is winning,” she laughs, her eyes turning towards her best friend.  

“Hey, I was pretty good at this back in high school,” Tyson says, the joking indignation clear in his voice as he lines up his shot.

“Lucky for you, the red and green on the board aren’t relevant to the point system. If they did, it might be a little harder for your colorblind eyes.”

JT lets out a snort of a laugh, almost inhaling his beer next to Madeleine. Her blue eyes sparkle with humor as Tyson shoots her a playful glare before collecting his darts from the board.

“Even if they meant anything, you’ve still never managed to beat me,” he teases, settling next to her.

“Only because I just have terrible hand-eye coordination. One of the many reasons why you became a professional athlete and I became a librarian.”

“Josty, you’ve never tried to teach your best friend how to play?” JT asks.

“Why would I? If I do, she becomes better than me and there goes my guaranteed win.”

“Wow, so honorable.”

“Hey, take any advantage you can,” Tyson laughs, with a shrug and a wink thrown in her direction. The action causes Maddie to roll her eyes in jest, her head shaking from side to side.

“If you ask Cale, I’m sure he’d be happy to help,” JT tells Madeleine from across the table, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t think it would help,” she laughs in response. “Cale has already tried to teach me how to play pool– unsuccessfully, I might add. I guess I’m just a lost cause.”

“Really, Cale taught you how to play pool? When?” Tyson asks.

“Attempted to teach me. And it was during, I think, our third or fourth date. Why?”

“No reason,” he replies, the inflection of his tone being anything but casual, despite his best attempts to be blasé. His true feelings are only punctuated by an errant throw of his last dart, the point of it digging into the plain cork surrounding the dartboard.

Madeleine can’t stop the laugh that comes at the sight of Tyson’s head falling backward in defeat while JT cheers next to her. The ginger playfully bounds away from the tables, something about Tyson paying for the next round falling from his lips. Tyson just sighs before settling back next to Madeleine, taking the last swigs of his beer from the amber bottle.

There is a brief silence, the only sound being the clicking of the darts hitting each other as Tyson rolls them across the hardwood top of the table.

“Do you want my help?” Tyson asks. “Playing darts, I mean?” he clarifies, picking up the red darts and extending them towards Madeleine.

“I’m not sure,” she hesitates. “Ryan and Clare somehow convinced me to take a few tequila shots so that’ll probably make me worse than I normally am.”

“Who knows? Maybe the alcohol will stop you from overthinking,” Tyson teases, his eyes sparkling in that good-natured way that always made her resolve weaken.

“Is that my weakness? Overthinking? It has nothing to with just having bad reflexes?”

“I think so. It’s your, um… Aegean heel,” he says with a proud flourish. Madeleine laughs at his complete – yet completely misplaced – confidence.

“Achilles heel,” she gently corrects, loving the way Tyson’s cheeks fill with color. “But pretty damn close; same first letter, right culture. I’m impressed.”

“Let it be known I’m not just a dumb jock with a handsome face.”  

“You know I’d never think that.”

“Which part?”

Madeleine hums, the inflection indicating a silent question, to which Tyson replies.

“You don’t think I’m dumb or you don’t think I’m attractive?” he elaborates.

This time, it’s her turn to feel her cheeks to heat up, faster than Madeleine would care to admit. She mutters a quick and teasing ‘shut up.’ Her response causes a cackle to escape Tyson, his head thrown back in delight. Thankfully, he doesn’t linger on her reaction, nor does he force her to give an answer. Instead, he simply holds out the darts again, the silent offer still standing.

She sighs, before taking the darts from his hand, the smile on Tyson’s face spreading even further than she thought possible.

Madeleine sweeps her hand out towards the dartboard, beckoning Tyson to go first. He accepts, walking up to the tape line. Maddie keeps her eyes glued to him, taking multiple mental notes about how he is standing, how he angles his body, how he positions his arms, and how he releases the dart.

JT wanders his way back to the tables, a beer in each hand, when Tyson is adding up his points.

“Did he feel that bad about losing that he’s picking on an easy target?” JT jokes, a sarcastic ‘ha-ha’ falling from Tyson’s lips at his friend’s words.

“Nah, he promised to help me,” Madeleine explains. “But he’ll probably still win anyway.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” comes JT’s reply, accompanied with his shoulder knocking against hers. “I think you can knock this guy down a peg or two.”

The gentle encouragement is what JT leaves Maddie with, dropping off one of the bottles for Tyson before moving back to the collection of tables where a few teammates still lingered. Madeleine turns her attention back to Tyson, who was walking back towards her, an expectant look on his face.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he says, gesturing to the board. He just smiles at Madeleine’s accusatory look, one that screams ‘you’re supposed to be teaching me.’

“Have to know what you need help with before I can give you advice,” Tyson explains.

Madeleine sighs before pushing herself off the barstool, coming to stand behind the tape on the floor. She tries to remember how Tyson stood, placing one of her feet back as she leans forward. Madeleine takes a dart in her hand and focuses on the bullseye before tossing the small arrow. The dart – expectedly – does not go where she willed it, instead hitting the lower part of the board.

She hears a chuckle escape Tyson and is about to shoot him a glare but when her eyes drift in that direction, he had pushed himself off the wall and was walking towards her.

“You’re left-handed, Maddie,” he says, coming to fill the space behind her. “Switch your stance.”

Madeleine follows his directions, placing her left foot forward and her right foot back.

“Now, you don’t want to lean forward,” Tyson instructs, his hands landing on her shoulders as he pulls her back until her body stands straight. “Now the only other tip is to have the dart tilted a little upward, because that way when it arcs as it falls, it’ll land where you want it to instead of lower than you aimed.”

Madeleine takes each piece of advice, the heat of Tyson’s palms seeping through her shirt. She takes a deep breath, aiming for the inner ring this time instead of the bullseye. The dart flies from her hand and lands a little to the left but still in the correct ring. Even that minor success has a smile appearing on Madeleine’s face, her head turning to look back towards Tyson in excitement. He returns the grin, slightly squeezing her shoulders before returning to the table. Madeleine tries not to mourn the loss of his presence behind her, instead channeling her focusing back to the dartboard.

Their first game continues until Tyson decidedly wins. Even in the loss, Madeleine was happy their scores weren’t leagues a part from each other. The narrow gap between their points makes Maddie want to try again, convincing Tyson into another game with a plead and a convincing lip quiver.

About halfway through, Cale walks up to them both, his tan jacket already on his shoulders.

“Hey, Madeleine, I’m headed out. Do you still need a ride?”

“I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer,” she replies. “The train is still running so I should be fine. Thanks for offer though.”

“Of course,” Cale replies.

He leans into Madeleine, wrapping her arms around her in a hug before he pulls away. Cale presses a quick kiss onto her cheek, causing a giggle to escape her lips. Neither of them notices Tyson’s faltered throw, the dart secure in the space between the soft board and the metal frame. Cale simply departs with a quick wave to the two of them. Madeleine’s eyes follow him until he disappears from her sight. The sensation of cold glass pressed against her bare upper arm causes Maddie’s eyes to jump back to Tyson, now standing next to her with a grin on his face and a bottle in his hand.

“Not leaving with your boyfriend?” he asks, the tease in his voice almost a little too cloying.

“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve successfully deflated your ego,” she chirps back, practically bounding to the dartboard.

After a few more beers for Tyson, another two losses for Madeleine, and too many playful quips to count shared between them, Maddie within reach of her first win. Part of her has to thank the alcohol: Tyson’s continue consumption made his throws less accurate than before while her sobriety during this impromptu tournament helped her focus become clearer, her shots becoming cleaner.

In her last turn, she takes a few deep breaths, before firing at the dartboard. Her aim is precise, the darts falling in the exact wedges that she wanted them to. The points add up and Madeleine can’t stop the cheer that escapes her when she realizes that she finally beat Tyson; a victory that was only six years in the making, from their homes in Canada to this random bar in Colorado.

Madeleine spins to face Tyson, her arms still thrown up in excitement. Her eyes meet her best friend’s bright gaze, the smile on his face not dimming as he walks to her.

It catches her off guard when his body swerves around her and Madeleine’s excitement briefly dims, thinking that Tyson was going to be an uncharacteristically sore loser. But that thought is quickly disproven after he places his darts back into the cup attached to the board and rapidly flipping his body towards her, scooping her up into his arms for a celebratory hug. The laughter that falls from Madeleine is involuntary, her arms wrapping around Tyson’s shoulders as he starts to twirl her around, her body still held firmly in his grasp.

The weight of them together, coupled with Tyson’s not totally sober state has his feet tripping over each other, their center of gravity tilting to the side. Madeleine thankfully finds the ground, planting her feet and holding onto Tyson so his body doesn’t meet the hardwood floor with a hard thud.

The giggles still linger on Madeleine’s lips as Tyson regains his balance, moving back and reintroducing space between them, although his hands remain firmly on her hips, his grip strong. She looks up at Tyson, about make a joke about how mad Coach Bednar would be if he injured himself playing darts. But when her blue eyes connect to his deep brown ones, the jest catches in her throat.

Because Tyson – her best friend, the person that she’s known for years, the person that she missed, and the person that she was so thankful returned to her life – was looking at her. But more than that, he was staring at with such desire, a desire that hadn’t been directed towards her in what felt like years, that all of her thoughts abandoned her.

She just keeps her eyes locked to his, uncertain where this was heading but not determined to end it. The situation felt precarious, as if one misstep, one wrong assumption could send everything crashing down. Her gaze dancing over Tyson’s face, waiting for him to make the next move. She doesn’t miss the subtle flex of his hands on her hip, doesn’t miss the way his eyes soften as he drinks the uncertainty painted on her features.

The tension continues, Madeleine’s nerves spiking and out of habit, she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. Her teeth latch onto some of the loose skin and she tugs at it in worry, causing Tyson’s gaze to dart down towards her lips. Madeleine registers the departure of one of his hands leave its place on her hips but her mind falters at the new sensation of Tyson’s fingers coming to gently rest underneath her chin. The pad of his thumb lifts and lands on her bottom lip before pulling the skin down – a gentle encouragement for her to release it from her bite. She does, her mouth falling open slightly at Tyson’s behest. His thumb doesn’t fall away, instead moving across the dampened skin, brushing over the small split that Madeleine’s fretting opened.

The salt from Tyson’s finger stings as it touches the cut but Maddie realizes that she doesn’t mind it; the sensation grounding her to the moment.

She can feel Tyson’s hold shift, as if his entire body was debating every move. The tension is heavy, almost oppressive, the weight of nine years of words left unsaid hanging in the air above them. Madeleine feels her eyes inexplicably well with tears, as if the wait was too much to bear.

She doesn’t mean for it to happen, but when she blinks, a single drop falls from the ledge of her lower lashes, rolling down her cheek. The movement calls Tyson’s attention to the tear before his gaze returns to hers, the question plainly displayed on his face.

“Please,” is the only word that manages to escape from Madeleine’s throat.

It is a broken plea, soft and staccato. A plea for what, Madeleine wasn’t certain. For him to stop? For him to come closer?

Her lack of clarification leaves Tyson to interpret. Madeleine can feel his hold on her tighten as he pulls her closer, the press of his hand underneath her chin lifting her head. He leans in, seemingly in slow motion, and Madeleine can’t stop her eyes from fluttering close.

It is a moment of complete uncertainty before Madeleine feels the press of Tyson’s lips against hers.

It is delicate, gentle, a mere whisper of a kiss. But as soon as the sensation registers on her skin and in her brain, the trance she was stuck in breaks and Madeleine finally moves.

Her hands creep back, dancing over Tyson’s shoulders to the nape of his neck, her fingers teasing the curls there. She steps closer to press their bodies together, the warmth of him flooding her senses. Tyson’s lips stay politely on hers, unmoving, until Madeleine pushes herself up to him. She returns the kiss with a fervor that could only be described as hunger. Hunger for him, for this, for more.

Tyson responds quickly to her need, kissing her again before opening his mouth, his tongue pressing against the seam of her lips. She gladly grants him access, the floodgates opening and pure desire rushing forward. Tyson’s hand slides from her chin to grip the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, keeping her as close to him as he can.

The way they tangle together is almost animalistic, as if all caution had disappeared and left the two of them to reckon with their untold yearning.

But the previously dim lights of the bar flip to fluorescent, signaling last call, the shock of the brightness causes Tyson and Madeleine to jump away from each other, their hands retreating from the other’s body. The white light crashes over them and when their eyes connect, it is as if the harsh overhead bulbs brought reason with it, recapturing their emotions, and returning them to the gilded cages they previously existed in.

“Shit,” Tyson curses. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Maddie.”

Madeleine wants to say it’s okay, if only to lessen his panic, but she can’t make the words form. Because she knows the statement would be a lie: nothing about this was right.

Tyson was her best friend. She was dating his teammate. She wasn’t supposed to kiss him in a bar when she came here with someone else.

The remembrance of Cale causes her to turn her head towards the corner booth in fear. A voice tells her what she already knows: he isn’t there. But she still worries that maybe Andre or Nate or, even worse, Gabe and Mel were still there and saw her and Tyson lost in each other’s lips.

A sigh of relief falls from her when she doesn’t see any of her friends, the only bodies still lingering belonging to a few regulars and bartenders picking up the abandoned bottles, cans, and glasses.

“I…” she starts, her throat constricting around the syllables. She swallows, gathering herself and piecing her thoughts back together, before forcing herself to speak.

“It’s – it’s really late,” she says. “I should go.”

She turns back towards Tyson, their eyes connecting. Madeleine tries not to notice how his expression shifts from alarm, to confusion, to sadness at her words. The space between them turns, the expanse feeling like a cold and barren wasteland – so different from the warmth and fire that was jumping between them mere seconds ago.

Tyson sighs and Madeleine watches as his entire demeanor changes, as if he was building a brick wall between them before he looks back at her with perfect practiced apathy.

“Is the train running this late?” he asks. It takes a minute for Madeleine to realize that he was talking about the RTD line, her go-to mode of transport between DU and the Pepsi Center.

“Oh,” she says, her mind racking the Light Rail schedule until she realizes that it was almost two hours since the last train departed. “No,” she sighs. “I guess I’ll just call an Uber.”

She turns away from Tyson, fishing her phone out of her pocket and she is about to open the app before she feels Tyson nudge her arm. She ignores the lingering sparks that his touch brings and looks back to see him holding out his car keys to her.

“Just take my car. It’s still in the parking lot of the arena.”

“I – it’s fine, Tyson. I can pay for an Uber.”

“Please. I’m… not sober enough to drive so I wouldn’t be able to get it until tomorrow either way. This way I know it’s safe in your lot. Plus, this way you wouldn’t have to rely on a stranger to get you home.”

The subtle way that he shows how much he cares for her and her safety leaves Maddie’s head spinning. How many signs has she’s missed? Did Tyson always feel like this towards her? How many times had she brushed off his advances with the excuse of their long-term friendship blurring the lines and acting as a smoke screen?

She wants to know, to get to the truth of everything. But right now, she was too tired, too confused to seek those answers. Instead, she takes Tyson’s keys from his hand.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “I can drive you home, if you want.”

“That’s okay,” he replies with a shrug. “I’ve got a spare set of keys at home. I’ll use those tomorrow when I pick up my car. So you don’t have to get up early.”

This time, the pang that echoes through Madeleine’s ribcage is painful, her instinct assuming the worst: he was separating himself from her, creating a distance between them. Part of her worries that it wasn’t going to be temporary. But she doesn’t voice these concerns.

She just offers him another gentle ‘thank you’ and a small nod. Tyson gives her a half-hearted smile before he turns to the small table, the one that they occupied for hours, and gathers the empty beer bottles his hands. He wishes her a soft ‘good night’ as he passes by her towards the bar, presumably to recycle the bottles and close his tab.

There was no reason for Madeleine to hang around but her body doesn’t seem to want to move, still stuck in that moment she shared with Tyson and what it all meant – not only for their past but for their future. She didn’t want to leave these loose threads hanging. No, she wanted to know exactly which one would return her life to what it used to be, which one would mend the gap between her and her best friend, and which one would make everything unravel at the seams.

Eventually, her logic and her exhaustion win out and successfully coax her to throw on her coat and move towards the exit.

The chill from the February air hits Madeleine as she pushes open the sturdy oak door of the bar. The sensation is a pleasant one, the fresh air clearing her head – or at the very least, emptying her mind of any thought except the desire to get home to her warm and comfortable bed. She moves forward, leaving the bar and all those complications behind her.

She can feel the weight of a pair of eyes on her as she departs; brown eyes that she knew better than her own. Eyes that could open her up and read her with an ease than no one else ever could.

Madeleine wills herself not to look back.

taglist: @starjoyyy @fallinallincurls​ @kenna-thomson @tkachvkmatthew @m00nlightdelights @cixrosie​

#nicole writes #CMBCYB #tyson jost fic #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fluff #tyson jost x oc #buffalo sabres fic #buffalo sabres imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[mypromptlair]

TCF Prompt 21

TCF/I'm really not the evil god's lackey crossover-ish

Except instead of an "evil" god its GoD. And Cale/KRS is giving out GoD items without realizing it. But hey, at least he's kind of having his slackers life. Kind of.

------

After the deaths disappearances of his 'brothers' one Kim Rok Soo is working lazily at a bookstore(with a shitty boss and even shittier pay) when he randomly finds a book series called The Birth of a Hero. At the end of the fifth novel, there's a strange symbol and a sentence saying to "tap 3 times and your wish will come true" right below it. After tapping and wishing for a slackers life, he falls asleep...and...wakes up in another world?! Not to mention a new body(no scars...pretty red hair and face? sure, why not). And his very own bookstore with lots of hidden money laying around just for him. This...this could work. He could finally slack!

Two years. He got to slack for two years. Then this injured dark elf named "Bob" just had to show up, thus starting a trend of random scary strong individuals coming back over and over again for his books? How strange. Don't even get him started on all the trouble they drag along with them too! And why is the scary old assassin constantly making him lemonade/lemon tea? Wait, did his son just take over his kitchen?! Aigoo, his poor life.

-----

Wait a min- are those two idiots his missing brothers?? Those fuckers.

------

KRS/Cale are the same person. 18-20 years old. He's still a Henituse and Thames. Deruth and Jour are his OG parents reincarnated into this world, tho Jour is now gone, Deruth remembers him and has been waiting for him to be brought to this world as promised by GoD.

The Bookstore was created by Jour for KRS/Cale to have(Deruth left him money).

He meets everyone eventually, some more than most(Molans, Choi Han, etc) and of course he saves and takes in the kids!

The Molans just...kinda move in? well, everyone in the main group does. without really asking. yep. aigoo.

He still gets the AP's

In this world, AP's are rare and are very, very "ancient" so that lures people in more as well(not just the strong items he gives out, amongst other things)

Cage find it all hilarious, and hey, another saint!(Cale has no idea what she's on about they are just regular books after all :(

And no, GoD is not crying at how mean they both are to him. No matter what anyone else says!

LSH and CJS are in the world he was brought to(they never "died" they were just dragged into this other world by GoD for reasons) and they reunite eventually.

All the lovely misunderstandings.

Lots of humor, hurt/comfort, found family, not really a romance unless its wanted.

Cale still coughs up blood, and drives people mad with worry.

#prompt #fic prompt #tcf #trash of the count's family #i'm really not the evil gods lackey #crossover prompt #AU #bookstore au #kim rok soo #cale henituse #oblivious cale henituse #alberu crossman #tcf cage #ron molan #beacrox molan #on #hong #raon miru #eruhaben #lee soo hyuk #choi jung soo #choi han #tcf god of death #henituse family #jour henituse #jour thames #tcf thames family #everyone really #protective everyone

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Anger looks good on you|| C.Makar

Summary: how does the normally gentle, soft, teddy bear of a man react to his partner getting rude comments and criticism?

Random tags: @quietblues (who gave me the idea), @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @fandomgal03 @pulpfixion @cartahhart79

Warnings: mentions of bullying, sadness, and angry!Cale

*16 insta notifications*

“No phones at dinner, baby.” Cale said with a joking-tone to his voice.

His smile was warm as it washed over you. His eyes swirled over your face as his hand came over to clasp over yours. His grip urged you to turn the phone back over and stay here in the moment with him.

“Uh yea–sorry.”

Instantly, your fiancé’s eyes filled with concern. You were never this quiet at dinner, or this closed off. Yet, dealing with all of the world has been dragging you down. Of course, you couldn’t let Cale know any of it. He works too hard to have to listen about your worries, insecurities, and fears. He can’t know about the stupid comments, tweets, and DM’s that have taken every bit of confidence you had.

“Where’d you go just then, sweetheart?” Cale asked softly. It seemed to him that daily you’d spend more time in your head then any place else.

“Just thinkin’ “

“About?”

“Stupid things.” You responded.

With that, you silently crept away from the table to clear your plate. You weren’t even thinking about the fact that you had left your phone on the table. Or the fact that both you and Cale knew each others passwords. You weren’t thinking about it at all. That was–until Cale came and wrapped his arms around your waist to gently pull you from the dishes in front of you.

“None of it’s true, those people are lying to you.”

“It doesn't make it hurt less.” you murmured as you flipped to place your head against his chest.

His fingers locked into your hair, softly pulling your head up into the warmth of his neck. It was a lot for both of you to take in. He wanted to protect you from the hate, and you just wanted to run from it. He had just now seen the hundreds of hateful words spewed at the person he loves the most. Comments about looks, personality, and outrageous accusations. How could strangers even begin to think they knew you? The longest interview you had ever done was less than 30 seconds, and it was just you saying how proud you were of Cale. Instantly, you were attacked for seeming “fake.”

“They think I'm only into you for the money.”

“I know that's not true, natemac makes twice as much as me and is painfully single.” Cale tried to joke.

“Hmpf, they called me a puckbunny.”

“My puckbunny.”

Cale was trying to hide behind humor so that you didn't see how scared he was of his fans pushing you away. You are his everything. He wants to marry you. And a couple stupid people shouldn't have control over who he loves.

“I can try and fix it, but it might hurt a little more for awhile.”

“Anything. Just make it stop.”

calemakar_

Liked by 43kadri and others

@yourusername, words cannot describe how grateful I am to have you in my life. I know lately we’ve had fans try to come in between us but take this as my official statement of “never gonna fuckin’ happen”. For those of you trying to get under my gorgeous girl’s skin–stop. You are wasting your breath.

---------------

@landeskog.92 All hail cale🥬, stop being mean to y/n! She's a sweetheart.

@yourusername awww hun♥️ -> @calemakar_ anything for u 😘

@mackinnon29 rooting for you guys!! #veggiewedding?

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #cale makar x reader #my amazing moots <3 #ally loves her moots #ally writes #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #cale makar imagine

[thescrapbookingscientist]

Biweekly Media Roundup

- Trigun (Anime) - The current trend in the fandom is to draw Knives as a McDonalds worker to “Make his desire to kill all of humanity reasonable as a customer service employee” which. Hilarious, I love people.

- Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Video Game) - Obviously I’ve been having a blast with this, I love exploring the sky islands and caves, the Zonai and new monster designs are awesome, and the memes of messing with the Koroks and creating batshit machines have been wonderful. My main complaint so far is how they handle the NPCs memory of Link, I’d be fine with the main ones remembering him and the rest having a Tony Hawk-esque knowledge of Link without realizing he was in front of them, but it’s kind of sad to run into NPCs that Link definitely helped in the first game only to have them forget him - Like the people of Tarry Town and Hateno village. Ganon’s design is incredible though, amazing job there.

- Monster High (Cartoon) - Finished up the Monster High TV series and while it’s definitely aimed at a pretty young age group, I thought it was cute enough. I like a lot of the new designs with their differing heights and body types, I like how the characters hang out with multiple friend groups and seem to generally get a along with the whole class, and I like the LGBTQA+ and Autism representation being handled well in a show aimed towards children. 

- SSS Class Revival Hunter (Webcomic) - I was really craving more S-Class adjacent content and was led to pick up the next few series since I could get through the chapters in a couple days. This one was okay? I liked the time travel by death mechanic and the brain roommate force ghost, but the series lost quite a bit of momentum in the recent arc with it’s protagonist purposely dying of starvation to learn fighting techniques so that two groups of people could go back to happily murdering each other which. hmm. yeah I’m not feeling it homie, I basically disagree with all of your philosophies here. I might pick it back up after a few months of updates as I do appreciate the larger cast of largely unsexualized women, but ehhh It might just not be for me.

- When the Third Wheel Strikes Back (Webcomic) - I picked this up for the same reason as the previous series, and while there's very few chapters out I am enjoying it as an opener. As tropey as it is the world does at least seem interesting with several mysteries and complicated intrapersonal relationships mixing with political ones, which is fun. I also like the protagonist is a confessional Priest as that’s a pretty fun way to have him hear interesting lore and meet oddballs, so that’s cool. Honestly I’m biased because I always appreciate the “love triangle but the axis is not who you think” dynamic., but I’m looking forward to updates.

- Trash of the Count’s Family (Webcomic) - Reread this as it’s the Holy Trinity series I’m least familiar with. I do still like it quite a bit, and Cale in particular is a fun protagonist, but so far the rest of the characters are cute but a bit flat. Obviously that could change as the story goes on, and it’s possible they are more fleshed out in the novel, but for now I’ll still rank this as the least interesting of the trifecta, if not still an enjoyable series on it’s own. There’s also some great fanfic out there if you’re looking for wholesome found family stuff.

- The Locked Tomb Series (Books) - Harrow is really going through it huh. I miss Gideon.

- Crazy Ex Girlfriend (TV) - As I mentioned before, this series is turning out to be way better than I thought it would be, and honestly that it has any right to be considering it aired on the CW. I’ve been listening to the songs on loop, I love all the different styles, the rhythms, and the humor. 

- The S Classes That I Raised (Webcomic) - Still having a great time.

Listening to: A bunch of Crazy Ex Girlfriend songs, including I’m a Good Person, After Everything You Made Me Do, Nothing Is Ever Anyone’s Fault, and The End of the Movie, The Herse Song by Rusty Cage, Hey I Don’t Work Here by Tom Cardy, Jet Lag by Simple Plan, All Things End by Hozier, Lent by Autoheart, The Sound of Silence cover by Disturbed, and Holy Water by Michael Ray.

#weekly roundup #My posts #late again but we are back to Tuesday so eh

[wahlpaper]

If This Gets Out Review

If This Gets Out by Sophie Gonzales and Cale Dietrich

CW: Drug Addiction, Drug Use, Enabling, Neglect, Homophobia, Manipulation, Controlling Legal Contracts, Racism, Infantilization, Forced Closeting, Abusive Parents, Capitalism, Sex Descriptions, Serious Injury, Claustrophobia, Gaslighting, Microaggressions, Emotional Abuse

5/5

I may not be obsessed with any real boy bands, but I am obsessed with a fictional one! Sophie Gonzales and Cale Dietrich co-wrote an amazing story, backstory, and band of boys. At its heart, If This Gets Out is a love story, but it's much more than that. This story is about every member of the band, boy bands in general, and the dark side of the music industry. It was a well researched piece that benefited from careful arrangement. I am admittedly a sucker for the musicians-on-tour romance trope, but I find that Gonzales and Dietrich set the bar higher.

On tour for their third album, Ruben, Zach, Angel, and Jon head to Europe for the first time. Although they've all been friends for years, Ruben has started to have forbidden feelings for Zach. He knows Zach is straight, and he knows he's not allowed to come out, so he keeps it to himself. Being further from home, all four are starting to feel the limitations of their contracts more so than in the United States. Angel feels locked into his "image" and is finding any escape he can. Jon recognizes he's the only one looking out for his band mates. When Zach realizes he is bisexual, both he and Ruben start to feel the worst parts of being forced to stay in the closet.

This book deals with very serious subjects. While it balances them with hope, love, and humor, it never romanticizes working for the music industry nor does it shy away from portraying these subjects realistically. Among other topics, If This Gets Out deals with overbearing and manipulative contracts, drug addiction, and homophobia as it looks today. The plot arcs that these appear in do get resolved, but they also have loose threads. Gonzales and Dietrich did this intentionally. The loose threads are there because the real-world musicians that inspired the book have lingering issues after their pivotal resolutions. Being a popular musician can be rewarding, but it can also ruin one's life. People that start their music careers as kids are even more vulnerable.

In addition to being well researched, this book was well written. It's always interesting to see how a pair of authors will approach writing a book together. Gonzales and Dietrich each wrote their character's P.O.V. chapters (Ruben and Zach, respectively) and then went back to edit the dialogue of those characters that the other had written*. It was seamless throughout, as though just one author had written the book. Between the two of them, they were able to keep a good pace throughout the book, write realistic dialogue, and craft a mesmerizing love story.

There is much more I could say about If This Gets Out, but I don't want to spoil anything for anyone. Perhaps we'll eventually get a movie adaption, as then I would have a lot more people to discuss it with. In the meantime, if you're looking for a queer boy band love story with meaningful plot-lines and racial diversity, please check out Gonzales and Dietrich's book! It will be worth it!

#if this gets out #sophie gonzales #cale dietrich #mlm books #queer characters #queer books #bisexual mc #gay mc #bookblogger #book blog #boy bands #music tour book #music tour #two main characters #dark side of the music industry #zuben #books #book review

[a-m-archived]

If they had a kid, Violet & Theo. I know they have 3 already, but hey, what harm could a 4th do? XD

If they had a kid meme // accepting

Name: Jasper Eos ( keeping the gem theme hell yeah )

Gender: male

General appearance: short red haired male with dark blue eyes, thin yet muscular frame and a slight tanned skin with several runes and scars on his body to to some misuse of his magic.

Personality: A bit of a flirt who can be a bit to sarcastic and has way to much of a dry and dark humor , jasper has a playful personality that often leads to him being in trouble. But despite this his loyalty often rivals his mothers due to how they raised him.

Special talents: He somehow is able to adopt any and all mythical creatures after only feeding them once. this is mostly due to his affinity for magic even if he himself has very little magic.

Who they like better: he likes both of his mothers equally

Who they take after more: violet

Personal headcanon: Jasper developed both of his mothers monsteras strength and due to this he has to be very careful with how he cares himself, it doesn't help that he's the only male in a all female home so he often treats everyone he comes across as fragile glass. Despite this he's quite weak to those who he loves and more so when the want a hug that could "break their back"

Face Claim: cale henituse from trash of the count's family

#HELP HES ACTULLY TRASH #about ✴ like star light and just as faint #✳ shipping tag :: alone with you dose that make sense ? #thank you for the letters! asks ✉️

[chuunicalesimp]

*after cale & co tied up the white star*

White star: cale henituse join me , together we can rule the world.

Cale: huh? Did you really lose your mind after living for so long?

White star: cale henituse you know this as well, do you not have any desire for power, we will become gods. What is it that you don't understand. Why won't you co operate with me??

Cale, looking at WS's mask covered face: its just that...

Cale, getting closer: we just don't see EYE TO EYE

White star: ......

White star: you bast-

#its back #cale is back with his humor #lol lol cale and his humor pt 2? #cale henituse #white star #trash of the count's family #tcf #tcf meme #edits #manhwa #manhwa edit #webtoon #lcf #lout of count's family #webnovel #white star and cale henituse

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: If This Gets Out

Author: Sophie Gonzales & Cale Dietrich

Genre: YA Fiction | Romance | Drama | Friendship | Music | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Drug Abuse | Alcohol | Car Accidents

Overall Rating: 9.4/10

Personal Opinion: Teen heartthrobs, Ruben and Zach, of the American boy band, Saturday, are dating. But they can’t let the world know or else they’ll be shafted by their management company. In this riveting story about the pressure of being in the public eye and dating in secret, can Ruben’s and Zach’s relationship survive? You’ll have to read to find out.

Do I Own This Book? No, but I wouldn’t mind.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- First of all, this is such an interesting situation. Most YA books are set in high schools because duh. The characters in this novel though are teen heartthrobs in an American boy band like Big Time Rush or N*SYNC. Ruben is gay and he’s wanted to come out to the public since he was 16. He’s now 18 and Chorus, their management company, still will not give him the green light to do so. And then he gets into a relationship with fellow band member, Zach. The tension is exquisite. The fact that they’re in a secret relationship is just so good and the way they find comfort in each other when things are shitty (which unfortunately, it happens a lot) is simply so heartwarming. I love how they are there for each other and how much they care. Even before Zach realized he’s bi, he cared so fiercely for Ruben and it was just so sweet.

- Angel Phan is easily one of my favorite characters. Not just because he’s a hot Asian guy with sex appeal but because he’s just so funny. Chaos given human form. My favorite scene with him though is probably when he was guessing what Zach’s news was and was able to tell instantly after Zach came out that he and Ruben were hooking up.

- But Angel’s parents may be even better. His mom hugged Jon because he’s the reason Angel got help for his drug problem. And then Angel’s dad said that if Anjon was real, he would have been happy to have Jon as their son-in-law. And then Angel tried to high five his dad only to be left hanging so I know where his sense of humor came from. I love the Phans. And I love that Angel got help and apologized to Jon for the shit he said once he was out of rehab. 

- Honestly, all of Saturday is just so good. They’re a found family to a T. They care so deeply for another and they’re willing to do shit like climb down balconies just to protect one another. And now they’re thinking of living together, the four of them! God, that is a true found family right there.

- Also, the band is basically the most diverse boy group ever. Jon is biracial, half-black and half-white. Angel is (I assume) Vietnamese. And the two white guys are queer. 

- The producer for Good Afternoon United States is a real one for turning the mic back on. I respect her so much for that because it’s possible she could get sued horribly by Chorus. But the whole coming out scene was just beautiful. I love how they looked out onto the crowd and saw queer boys actually tearing up over it. And I imagine I would be too if I was there. Representation is just so important and it makes me so happy that Ruben and Zach think making queer kids feel less alone makes it all worth it.

- Also Zach fixing things with Ruben almost immediately was good content. Never thought I’d see it. Seriously, he showed up at Ruben’s door with gas station flowers, an apology, and a promise to do better. He supported his words with actual actions and proved that he was willing to be more decisive and assertive. That is true romance. I do kind of wish we went into Ruben’s POV for it though. Have it slowed down and have him digest everything because it happened real quick on Zach’s side. Not enough time for me to bask in it.

- I love how Ruben learned to be a better advocate for himself. His mother is the worst. I genuinely have never hated a fictional parent more. And it makes me so happy that he’s learning to set up some proper boundaries. It’s not an overnight thing either. He still feels the temptation to text her to “minimize the damage.” But he knows now that he has a good support system that he can always turn to if he needs to. I also love that he hung up on her when she began criticizing him in the end. She deserved that.

- Laura, on the other hand, is a great mother. I love her banter with her son, Zach. They were so cute together and so honest and I truly wish she knew the full extent of how she hurt her son by comparing him to his shitty father. But overall, the way she gave Ruben a place to stay and apologized to Zach for making him feel unsafe is honestly still so heartwarming.

- Shantelle Braxton is an amazing mother too. What a badass, going against her husband like that and supporting her son and his band. I can’t believe she really had screenshots of her husband’s bigotry, lmaoooo, RIP to Chorus.

Dislikes:

- That period of time when Zach said he needed space and kept on saying the wrong thing? Yeah, I hated that. And then Ruben kept saying the wrong thing too and it got even more annoying. I was so fucking frustrated, I felt like quitting the book. I’m glad I didn’t but dear lord, I wanted to. I just hate when characters don’t talk about things and I’m glad Zach figured that out and grew over the course of the book. But enduring it was still a lot.

- Fuck Geoff and Chorus, fuck Erin, fuck Veronica Montes too. I hate all of them but they were all necessary evils and we’re not supposed to like them, so whatever. That being said, Keegan and Pauline were not necessary casualties in this. They lost their jobs and for what.

- I really thought Ruben saying, “Sure?” to the fangirls asking, “Anjon?” was going to bite them in the butt somehow. Or Zach’s mom misinterpreting Ruben as the sole bad guy in that situation was going to reach Ruben’s ears and make him resent Zach momentarily. They just felt like Chekhov’s gun but they didn’t go off. I don’t know, they just gave me anxiety and I was worried they were going to bite the main characters in the ass but they were just… never mentioned again. It bugs me because Zach LET his mother think that way about Ruben. That Ruben came onto Zach and then got upset about it not being reciprocated. It just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe because it paints an almost predatorial and incel version of Ruben when nothing could be further from the truth.

#Booklr #Booksbooksbooks #Book Blog #Book Review #Book Recs #If This Gets Out #Sophie Gonzales #Cale Dietrich #LGBTQ #Queer Books #Queer Lit #Queer Representation

[typical-simplelove]

Napping at Lake Tahoe (T. Jost)

A/n: This is what I get when I wake up at midnight for the Lake Tahoe game. Also, we’re just going to ignore the fact that COVID restrictions mean that two people can’t be in the same room without a mask. Actually, just pretend that there is not COVID pandemic. I also don’t know if yn’s job exists, but oh well! It’s fiction. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none that I can think of!

Enjoy!!

UPDATE: I wrote a part two! Find it here

Vegas Golden Knights and Colorado Avalanche NHL Outdoors at Lake Tahoe game is postponed to 9 PST/12am EST.

So, it was official. The game was postponed. Does this mean you still have to do work? You were a team assistant who was responsible for dealing with the ins and outs of the needs of the team and team officials during road trips. You weren’t sure if this delay meant that you still had to do your job or delay it, too. It doesn’t hurt to work, right?

You walk down the hall heading to the business center to print out the paperwork you needed.

“Yn? What are you doing?” someone calls you. You turn to the person calling you and you feel the warmth slowly rush to your face. Tyson Jost, player for the Avs, who you work for. Oh, and you happen to have a minor crush on Tyson. Convenient, right? “You’re going in the opposite direction from our hotel rooms.”

“Oh, um, yeah,” you stumble over your words. “Just working.”

Tyson looks at you with a curious eye and you melt a bit. “You know the game was delayed, right?”

“Well, yes, I know that.”

“Shouldn’t you not have to work, then?”

“I think that only refers to players, Tyson.”

“I mean, you’re also here in the hall.”

“Well, haha, very funny.”

“I’ll leave you to whatever you’re doing then, and I’m going to get back to work.” You turn around and begin to walk away.

“Yn, wait.”

You smile softly and turn around. “Yes, Tyson?”

He extends his hand. “Come with me.”

You nervously glance at his extended hand. “What?”

“You obviously don’t have to work for quite a bit considering the fact that the game isn’t happening right now. So, why don’t you nap with me?”

The heat creeps to your face and you look up to meet Tyson’s eyes. “Seriously?”

“Come on, it’s not like you have anything else to do, right?”

You hesitate before taking Tyson’s hand. “No funny business, okay?”

“I promise. No funny business.”

Tyson begins leading you to his hotel room, and you immediately want to change your mind. However, Tyson squeezes your hand reassuringly, and your nerves skyrocket but not for a similar reason. Tyson, your secret crush, was holding your hand. Your thoughts were going crazy, but who wouldn't? Thankfully, Tyson speaks and ends the endless cycle of thoughts going through your head, for the moment.

“This is my room,” Tyson says as he unlocks the door with his room key. He leads you in and drops your hand. You stand awkwardly in the room not sure what to do. You fidget with your hands trying to ease the awkwardness you felt. Tyson looks at you and laughs softly. “You don’t have to just stand there. You can come in, Yn.”

You nod and take a dramatic step forward.

Tyson laughs at you and shakes his head playfully. He pulls out a shirt and two pairs of sweats from his suitcase. “Here, you can borrow a pair of sweats and a shirt. You can change in the washroom.”

“You know,” you begin. “I can just go and grab something from my room.”

“Yeah, you could, but I don’t think you’d come back.”

This was news to your ears. Did Tyson desperately want to nap with you? You raise your eyebrow at him and Tyson blushes. “You really want to nap with me, don’t you?”

“Oh, shut up. The washroom is over there.”

You giggle and head into the washroom. You examine the clothes Tyson gave you and smile. It’s Tyson’s clothes (duh); he gave you one of his shirts and sweats, like a boyfriend would. You change and walk out of the washroom. You look up and see Tyson’s bear back. You suck in your breath both sharply and audibly, and Tyson turns around.

“Oh, sorry Tyson,” you apologize. “I didn’t realize you weren’t done changing.”

Tyson smiles at you. “Don’t worry. Actually, if it’s okay with you, I’m not going to wear a shirt.”

What were you going to say, no? You definitely weren’t going to do that. “Oh, it's fine.”

“Perfect,” Tyson says and an awkward silence fills the room. You shuffle nervously where you stand and begin folding your work clothes. Tyson is carefully watching you. You look up and meet his eye, and he looks away bashfully.

“What do we do now?” you ask.

“Oh, um, nap?” Tyson suggests.

“I mean, that’s the reason I’m here, no?”

Tyson blushes and you laugh cheekily. “Right. Let me just set an alarm.”

You nod and watch Tyson. You could do this, right? You were going to be able to sleep in a bed with Tyson and not fall for him more, right? So much for your spiraling thoughts.

“Ready?” Tyson asks as he pulls back the sheets.

You nod. Tyson gets in first and lies on his side facing the door. You guess this is your turn to get in? You get in and lie on your back. Were you supposed to cuddle into him? As much as you wanted to, you weren’t if that was appropriate. You turn to your side so you’re matching Tyson’s posture, and he nervously scratches his head.

“Can I cuddle you?” Tyson asks. He didn’t want to overstep the boundaries.

You smile and feel the warmth reach your face. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Tyson releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding and wraps his arm around your middle. You move back into him and you rest your back against Tyson’s front. You sigh softly, and you feel your eyes drift closed.

The last thing you remember is Tyson kissing the back of your head and whispering, “goodnight, Yn.”

. . .

“Yo, Tyson, ready for a walk before the team meeting?” JT says as he bursts into the hotel room an hour and a half later. When he receives no response, he walks further into the room and smiles at the sight he sees: you curled into Tyson’s side.

JT realizes that he is a bit early and decides to let the two of you continue your nap. It’s only a matter of time before you both figure out how you feel, right?

. . .

About twenty minutes after JT’s outburst, Tyson’s alarm goes off, and you and Tyson slowly wake.

“Morning,” Tyson mumbles into your neck.

“More like afternoon,” you reply and Tyson laughs. You slowly get up and Tyson sighs at the loss of contact. That didn’t mean anything, right?

“I should get you to nap with me before all of my games. I slept like a baby.” Tyson tells you and your face warms at his comments.

“Let me just change, and I’ll be out of your hair,” you tell Tyson and walk into the washroom. “Don’t forget, you have a team meeting in about half an hour.”

“Right, thank you.”

You nod and smile and retreat into the washroom. You change and fold the clothes and leave them sitting on the counter. You walk out of the washroom and put on your shoes. “Thanks for this, Tyson.”

“I should be thanking you, Yn.”

“How about a mutual thanking, then?”

You look at Tyson and smile. “Sure, mutual thanking, then.” You walk over to him, put your hand on his shoulder and kiss Tyson softly on the cheek. “Good luck tonight.”

Tyson just nods as he is too awestruck to respond. You laugh softly and walk out of his room and head to yours. Tyson watches as you leave and places his hand on where you just kissed him. It was burning. Just a small peck was enough to leave Tyson's face burning and emotions in a frenzy. You were going to be the death of him.

. . .

As Tyson walks to the banquet hall, he is still reeling from the small peck you gave him. Tyson is also wondering if the blush that was on his face is still there.

Tyson walks into the banquet hall and the room goes silent. He looks up to see everyone staring at him. Tyson glances at JT who only gives him a smirk.

"How was your nap, Josty?" JT asks.

"Good, why?"

"Who'd you nap with?" Cale asks with humor in his voice.

Tyson immediately knows that he's been caught. "I know that you know, so I'm not going to answer that."

"So, does this mean that the two of you are finally a thing?" Ryan asks with hope. The whole team is getting tired of waiting for the two of you to get together.

Tyson glances up and blushes. "No, it doesn't, but hopefully it means soon?"

"Attach boy, Josty," JT commends. "Do you like her?"

Tyson just blushes, and the room erupts in cheers.

Yeah, Tyson liked you. He also hoped that this was the first of many pregame naps that the two of you shared.

part two

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #claudia writes

[hockeylvr59]

Ooh okay I have a song fix request for Cale makar!!! You are in love by Taylor Swift

Okay, so this song is perfect for Cale. I wasn’t sure quite how to write this but then I realized it was kind of a perfect short form format for an ongoing concept I’ve talked about with @makethecupbigger. So I hope you enjoy it and if you have any questions about the full mental story (because I skimmed and skipped a lot of things) feel free to ask. This ended up being 1,868 words including the song lyrics. 

__________

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast, you play it back

Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke

No proof, not much, but you saw enough

Meeting Cale had been a surprise, another twist on the roller coaster of your life. From losing your older sister and becoming a mother to your four-month-old niece to picking up everything and moving across the country to Denver, Colorado, it was too much for a 22-year-old to handle. 

That was probably why when you met a beautiful blonde woman at a music class for your now six-month-old little one, you spilled out everything in response to her soft eyes and caring question. 

That conversation was how you’d ended up spending a Sunday afternoon watching football in the home of Gabe Landeskog, captain of the Colorado Avalanche. You’d been shocked and slightly embarrassed when he answered the door, greeting you and taking the plate of cookies you’d brought along before ushering you and the tiny bundle in your arms into the house with a warm smile. How had you not placed it before? You weren’t sure but you did your best to not freak out, instead greeting Mel and letting her take your jackets before making your way to the living room where Matt Calvert and his wife Courtney were located. 

You’d been cuddling little Emerson when Cale had walked through the door just as the game kicked off having been out in the backyard playing with the Calvert’s boys. You’d felt his eyes on you immediately and you ducked your head into Emerson’s tiny body in response. The feeling of his eyes barely left you for the rest of the afternoon as you cheered at the game and when Emerson crawled across the living room floor and pulled her tiny body onto the young defenseman’s lap his soft voice spoke directly to you for the first time assuring you that she was fine. The sight of him brushing his fingers against the fine coating of dark hair on her head made your heart do things it had never done before and as you moved to leave so you could get Emerson to bed you thanked him softly as he held her while you buttoned your coat. You joked that you appreciated him humoring her because she evidently wasn’t used to the avid sports fan side of you just yet and the way he looked at you spoke so many things you didn’t understand, couldn’t understand for so many reasons. 

The light reflects the chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough

It had been a few weeks since that afternoon watching football when Mel had invited you and Emerson to join her and Gabe and Linnea and Matt and Courtney and the kids on a weekend hike. Being in a new city with no one to rely on and an infant that needed constant care was hard and you appreciated Mel’s efforts to make sure that you weren’t completely detached from the outside world. 

When you’d met them at the national park, you were surprised to see Cale there but you chalked up his presence to some team bonding thing and just tried to focus on the beautiful warm fall day. Of course, the problem with going on a hike with a bunch of pro athletes and their families was that while normally this hike would be no problem, you weren’t used to doing this kind of thing with a 16-pound baby attached to your chest. Emerson’s presence had thrown your weight off balance a couple of times and though you had thankfully been able to steady yourself, you could feel your stamina weakening as the group stopped by a stream to take a short break. 

It had been Mel’s suggestion for you to let Cale carry Emerson for a while. Looking over at the now shirtless defenseman he assured you that he was willing if you wanted before coming over as you unstrapped the baby from your own chest to affix her to Cale’s. Struggling with one of the straps Cale murmured for you to look up and after a moment you were helping to shift Emerson to him, your fingers brushing against his solid muscles accidentally. The touch sent sparks through your body, sparks that were foreign to you. Between the sparks and the way Cale holding Emerson like she was weightless looked you knew you were in trouble, you just didn’t know how much. 

You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence), you

You can feel it on the way home (Way home), way home (Way home), you

You can see it with the lights out (Lights out), lights out (Lights out)

You are in love, true love

You are in love

When Cale had finally asked you out, you were hesitant. You had baggage, more baggage than Cale could possibly understand, more baggage than it would ever be fair to dump on him. But he persisted, insisting that he didn’t care that you were a mom, that he thought Emerson was adorable and didn’t care if dates with you also meant dates with her. It was only then that you’d learned of and corrected his misconceptions, that Emerson wasn’t biologically your daughter and therefore none of this was that easy. 

Cale was patient though, he didn’t push but he kept coming around. He made it his goal to prove to you that you could let him in and that there was nothing that would scare him away. For months you assumed that if he loved anyone it was Emerson because how could you not love her but eventually Cale started tumbling your walls not brick by brick but crumbling them all at once. 

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much, but it said enough

Months of casual dates and tiptoeing around things turned more serious with a simple knock on a door. It had been your sister’s birthday, the first since her passing, and you found yourself drowning in waves of grief, unable to keep yourself afloat. Driving aimlessly for a while had led you to Cale’s place and when you knocked on the door, a sleeping baby in your arms he accepted you into his home without question, pulling you close and holding you tight. You told him everything that night and he didn’t run, didn’t pull away. Instead, he only pulled you closer, dressing you in one of his shirts before cuddling close, letting you cry nearly a year’s worth of bottled-up tears. 

When you left the next morning you left some of your baggage abandoned, taking with you instead his shirt and a piece of something bigger and better. 

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

One night, he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says "You're my best friend"

And you knew what it was, he is in love

Bigger and better comes with bumps in the road and on at least one occasion you screamed at him wondering why he was even bothering with someone like you. Yet somehow, you made it through, trying to be there for him the same way he was for you. 

When the Avs were eliminated from playoffs you weren’t sure what to do or how Cale would respond so you opted to give him space for the first night. But when he didn’t respond to you the next day you made your way to his place finding him a shell of himself in bed. Crawling in beside him, you and Emerson spent the whole day just taking care of him and loving him and when he woke that night thanking you, you knew that it wasn’t just Emerson he loved, it was you. 

You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence), you

You can feel it on the way home (Way home), way home (Way home), you

You can see it with the lights out (Lights out), lights out (Lights out)

You are in love, true love

Being loved by Cale and loving him in return was everything you didn’t know was possible. It was waking up in his arms. It was snuggling on the couch. It was watching him with Emerson, being a dad you never thought she’d have. It was the way he defended you to his parents, the way he’d asked you to spend the summer with him in Calgary. 

It was seeing your little girl surrounded by rose petals in the yard of your summer rental before turning to find him on one knee promising to love you forever. 

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now

Why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

You married on a snowy November morning in the woods of the same park where you’d taken your first hike just months after getting engaged. As you stood wrapped in Cale’s arms to ward off the cold, you finally knew that this was it, this is real and true and forever. Later, when you slow danced in the home Cale had purchased for you, the first family photo, one from your wedding just hours earlier, hung on the living room wall, as so many family photos would in the years to come. 

'Cause you can hear it in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

When you found out you were expecting your first child together you heard it in his shock and awe. 

When you drove home beside your Stanley Cup-winning husband you felt it. 

And when you slipped into bed after feeding your newborn daughter you could see it as his eyes glimmered with love. 

You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence), you

You can feel it on the way home (Way home), way home (Way home), you

You can see it with the lights out (Lights out), lights out (Lights out)

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence), you

You can feel it on the way home (Way home), way home (Way home), you

You can see it with the lights out (Lights out), lights out (Lights out)

You are in love, true love

You are in love

When you’d met Cale by surprise on a Sunday afternoon, you never knew that it would lead to so many happy years of marriage, six wonderful kids, three Stanley Cups, and so many many joys. 

That every day you would hear, feel, and see Cale’s love for you all around. That you would ever know true love.

#cale makar #cale makar imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #cale makar blurb #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #cavalanche #Anonymous

[illusionsofdreaming]

have you— have you read new 662 chapter?... like i just did and idk if i should scream or straight up die

and r u ok with stuff like that?? since ur blog is clearly not tcf blog and i dont want to litter ur ask box with unnecessary stuff

first of all, yessss, I welcome all talk on this blog regardless if it’s requests or plain discussion on any of the fandoms celebrated here! 

so this took a while for me to answer because not going to lie, I had not caught up to the most recent chapters because I can easily consume a hundred chapters in a sitting, I decided to let it accumulate - anyways I only had 60 or so chapters to catch up on so now that I’m all caught up - let’s talk business.

But before that.

SPOILERS! In case that wasn’t obvious! Please don’t read ahead if you don’t want to be spoiled about MAJOR PLOT POINTS in TCF!! 600+ chapters and above!

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

can I first mention about how it feels like we’re quickly speeding towards the end of TCF and BOY. do I feel sad about it already. I can already feel the emotional drop from finishing a really good series from miles away and I’m sadly not looking forward to it. I always had a hard time parting from series and I already know TCF will hit hard. Perhaps when that time comes, I’ll have to drown my sorrows and release it out through stress writing.

aw man but where to even start? not from where I picked up because WOW author really packed A LOT in 60+ chapters and phew, this will turn into a thesis if I went and commented on it all- so Chapter 662- actually chapter 663. Because by the time I started writing this a new chapter has been updated so-

Right. Where to even begin?? First thing first will be to address the niggling issue at the back of my mind- because I’m a bit confused and not sure if I’ve understood it correctly. 662 really unpacked a lot of information.

So basically why White Star looks like Kim Rok Soo in TCF is because technically when he reincarnated again for Xth number time, he took over Kim Rok Soo’s TCF baby body, which forced out Kim Rok Soo’s soul to leap to Earth 1 and be born there instead. Now Death God decided he’s going to fix this anomaly (and TCF world) by offering to OG Cale Henituse the chance to regress + switch places with Kim Rok Soo, which essentially brings back Kim Rok Soo’s soul back to his original world albeit into a completely different body.

Now, here’s my issue. If this is fixing something, technically Death God fixed nothing? Because technically Kim Rok Soo wouldn’t have been the only soul that has been forced out by White Star in his many, many times of reincarnation cycles. Wouldn’t that mean there would’ve been other ‘Kim Rok Soos’ floating about on other Earths? So what I’m seeing is that, because TCF Earth is facing a crisis, he decided you know, since this world’s gone up in flames might as well try to salvage it by picking the most convenient dead soul- Oh look, a dead Cale Henituse! Great! Here, go to Earth 1 and that lost soul can return and fix this mess! Am I confused? Yes. I hope it will get answered in the future, about what happened to all the other souls that got pushed out of TCF because of White Star and Death God’s true motives.

At 660 chapters +, Author really did try to fit more plot into TCF didn’t they? I appreciate it haha

Next up Thames Family’s dark history - Are they modern people? TCF people? Variables themselves? Half immortals? Or are they the lost souls that’s been pushed out by White Star and brought back to TCF thanks to X God? I can appreciate that Author tried to lighten up the heavy mood with that little bit of humor in 663 (really going to make us think that Drew didn’t leave a single good clue for our dear Cale huh?) and finally, we get some flash backs to the world tree and the dangerous stick they handed over to Cale. Everyone sensing the ‘I’ll stab myself and it’ll turn into the strongest weapon’ moment coming towards us like an oncoming freight train.

Alright, give me your thoughts and your screams about the most recent chapters up to 663 guys. Remember to tag spoilers because we want to protect all our sweet new readers joining the TCF fandom! Meanwhile, I’m going to let TCF sit and accumulate for another 60+ chapters.

Peace. -drops mic-

#chatter #spoilers #tcf #trash of the count's family #chapter discussion #662 #663 #discussion #theories

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

into you

request: 51 w Makar? I love that smiley guy sm !

prompt: “Smile.” - “No.” - “You’re smiling, though!” / number 51 off of this list with Cale Makar.

summary: Cale’s teammates like you, but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to chirp him for how into you he is. 

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k

“I don’t know how you managed to trick me into this.” You huffed as you exited your apartment, your ever-smiley best friend waiting patiently for you to lock your door. 

“Because you love me?” He offered, just enough teasing in his voice to have you grinning despite the sleepiness that still had its grips on you. Cale, the redheaded boy who occupied most of your thoughts, led the way to the elevator, chuckling softly to himself at your response, which was little more than an annoyed grumble. 

See, you couldn't let him know just how accurate his teasing response was. You had been head over heels for the sweet boy the moment you saw him offer to pay for an old lady's coffee at the small cafe you worked for. He was cute, sweet, and the way he stumbled over his words as he ordered endeared him to you almost instantly. After him coming into the cafe a few more times, he was brave enough to ask when your shift ended so you could get a cup of coffee with him. You wasted no time in agreeing to go with him, hoping that it would be an impromptu first date, but he gave no sign that he was interested in being anything other than friends. So, you remained in his life, but as the supportive best friend.

Which was how you found yourself in your current position, waking up early on your day off just to go shopping for a charity event that you weren't even sure you wanted to go to. 

The charity part wasn’t the problem, the whole getting up early to shop for a completely new outfit was why you were so annoyed. And since Cale insisted that he paid for you, no matter how vehemently you told him no, he had to come shopping with you. 

Cale, bless his heart, was doing his best to find something you liked. You had given him a gist of what you were looking for, and he finding pieces that actually fit your style. Still, he not everything his picked were winners.

“What about this?” Cale asked, brows furrowed as he studied the fabric. You knew he was serious, but the clothing his picked out was so absolutely ridiculous, you couldn't help but giggle. 

“Cale, it’s neon yellow.” You explained when he looked to you to explain what was wrong with his choice. The redhead’s cheeks turned even more rosy, and you turned back to the rack to try and distract yourself from intrusive thoughts telling you red was now your favorite color. 

He was going to be the death of you.

A few days later found you all dressed up and following Cale into a ballroom packed with people. Your hand was clasped tightly around his wrist as he used his hockey frame to maneuver you through the crowd. A few times you were stopped by someone usually thirty years Cale’s senior to talk to him about hockey statistics and all things related. 

You could tell he was just humoring everyone while looking for an escape. His usual smile replaced by a tight-lipped one that told you he wanted to be anywhere but where he was, though he would never admit it. 

Just because he had to entertain the old men didn’t mean you had to, and when you spotted three blondes standing off to the side, somehow avoiding attention, you knew it was your one chance to get away. Waiting until it was Cale’s turn to talk, you squeezed his forearm and whispered that you were going to talk to Mel before separating. He shot you a pained look that only you spotted, and you grinned mischievously at him. You both knew what you were doing, but it didn't make you feel bad about leaving the redhead with the men that were asking a thousand and one questions. 

As soon as she spotted you, Mel Landeskog was calling your name. Her husband Gabe was standing next to her, arm wrapped securely around her waist. Beside them, Erik Johnson stood, having decided this was an occasion to wear his fake teeth. Shortly after your friendship with Cale developed outside of the cafe you worked at, he introduced you to his team. They were fun to hang out with and you grew close to Mel like she was your older sister, with Gabe and EJ being the annoying brothers. 

“You look fantastic.” Mel complimented, pulling you into a hug as soon as you were within arms reach. You returned the sentiment, Gabe and EJ both taking turns to embrace you annoyingly tight after. The smug look on both of their faces almost made you want to turn back and rejoin Cale in the stifling conversation about Colorado’s third period goal statistics and how to improve them. 

“You two make me nervous.” You chuckled, looking between the boys before raising a brow at Mel for an explanation. You knew you were screwed when you saw she was also grinning at you with a mischievous look on your face.

“So you’re the rookie’s date, huh?” EJ started, wiggling his brows dramatically and in a way that made you cringe. 

“We're just friends, Johnson.” You huffed. Your relationship status with their defenseman was always a topic of interest between the two blondes, and it got even worse when the rest of the team jumped in on the joke—Burky could be relentless in his teasing when he wanted to be.  

“Mhm.” He hummed, looking thoroughly unconvinced, much to your chagrin. Instead of taking the bait like you knew he wanted you to do, you rolled your eyes and turned to Mel, engaging her in conversation about anything other than hockey and boys, more specifically, hockey boys.  To give Gabe and EJ credit, they knew when to draw the line and take a step back. Well, at least you thought they did when they let you and Mel be for all of two minutes before their teasing started up again. Only this time, it wasn't directed at you, though you still were at the center of attention.

“How’d you get such a good-looking date, Cale?” Gabe started, unable to resist the jab and a chance to cause his teammates cheeks to darken. Cale appeared at your side, cheeks just as rosy as you figured they would be but he was taking the chirps in good humor. You, on the other hand, were getting a little annoyed. With the boys constantly making jokes it would only be a matter of time before Cale put together the fact you had a massive crush on him. You were dead set on the idea that of he found out about your feelings, he would be weirded out and you would lose one of your closest friends. 

“I asked nicely.” Cale teased, earning a barking laugh from his teammates. You rolled your eyes at his adorable comment, having expected nothing less from him. 

“I’m not that good-looking.” You absentmindedly commented, causing Cale’s head to whip around to face you. Your own cheeks started to get rosy, and you could only meet his confused look with one of your own.

“You look amazing, I’m lucky that you came with me.” Even more so, your face flushed at his compliment to the point where you were certain that you matched the color of his hair.

“Oh, my god. I’m just going to tell them.” EJ sounded so exasperated, but there was still traces of his smug grin. You and Cale both looked to him for answers, but he was just looking to Gabe and Mel. Gabe seemed to be on the side of EJ spilling whatever it was but Mel was shooting him a stern look. There was some silent discussion, Mel nudging her husband’s shoulder in reprimand for a fault you weren't sure he had made.

“Remember what we were talking about the other day after practice?” Gabe turned his focus to Cale, who for a moment looked at his captain dumbly. You watched with confusion as Cale registered what Gabe had been talking about, before nodding slightly, his lips set in a firm line. Gabe gestured with his thumb over his shoulder towards the balcony, and Cale nodded once more.

You tried not to jump out of your own skin as Cale threaded his fingers through yours and tugged you in the direction his captain had just suggested. You shot Mel a look over your shoulder, but the blonde only gave you two thumbs up, and encouraging smile on her face. 

The Denver night was cold, but it felt nice against your flushed skin. Once the balcony door was shut, Cale dropped your hand and moved to stand at the railing, his grip tight on the metal. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you moved closer to him, placing a shaky hand on his bicep to try and silently coax an answer of what was going on out of him. 

“The guys chirp me a lot.” He leads, and you stay quiet, knowing that was not what he needed you to follow him outside for. “Mostly because I’m the rookie, but also because of you.”

“Me?” The question fell past your lips in little more than a whisper. Cale nodded, turning to face you. You weren’t sure if he meant that his teammates didn't like you, but you felt like that wasn't the reason. At least, you hoped. 

“I’m like, so into you, and they give me so much shit for it.” He confessed, and you felt the corner of your lips turn upwards. 

“I mean, if you’re being sappy then I don't blame them.” You couldn’t help but tease, and you could tell he knew you felt the same when you noticed you beaming up at him. He groaned at your comment, dropping his head back at your comment as he cheeks turned red. “Smile.”

“No.” He shot back, but despite his comment you could tell he was grinning widely.

“You’re smiling, though!” He chuckled at you comment, tilting his head forward to look at you once more. His smile was soft, gaze flicking from your eyes down to your lips and back up. You leaned forward a bit and that was all the invitation Cale needed to duck down to your level press a gentle kiss to your lips. 

The kiss was slow and sweet, just as you expected it to be with Cale. Ever the gentleman, his hands found home on your waist but never explored any further. When you pulled away for air he used his grip on you to anchor you to your spot right in front of him. You weren't sure who was grinning brighter, but you were certain an argument could be made on both of your behalves. Cale was the first to break the silence, you were still too shocked to do speak.

“Yeah, I am smiling.” 

#cale makar #Cale Makar imagine #Cale Makar x reader #Cale Makar imagines #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines #colorado avalanche imagine #Colorado Avalanche x reader #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl #nhl imagine

[angst-fairygodmother]

I Am Stretched On Your Grave (A Bad Samaritan Fic)

A/N: I am the answer to the question “Why can’t we have nice things?” Don’t worry, it’s just a canon-compliant AU. Word Count: 1014 Rating: M - major character death, grief, canon-typical language, spoilers for/references to the plot of Bad Samaritan, some slight victim blaming

It was sunny. Of course it was the one fucking sunny day of the year in Portland, because the universe had a sick sense of humor. The afternoon sun was warm against black, and the sky was a bright, crystal blue. She hated it. She wanted to hate something, because hate was easier than pain. She couldn’t hate him, so the only option left was the clear sky. 

Technically, Derek’s name had been cleared. Technically, he was a victim of Cale Erendreich, not a criminal who had murdered two people and killed himself to avoid the consequences. Technically there should have been mourners, and wreaths, and maybe a candle-light vigil. Technically didn’t stop the picketers who thought he had forfeit the right to be buried in the churchyard. Technically didn’t stop the priest from leaving as quickly as possible without being improper. Technically didn’t change that there were only three people there, gathered around the fresh-packed earth and somehow miles apart: Ryne, Sean, and a woman she only knew from a photograph. 

Despite the weather, Ryne was cold, numb, staring vacantly down. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, the dark patch of freshly disturbed dirt feeling burnt onto her retinas.

“Hey,” Sean said softly, voice drawing her upward, out of the grave she felt like she was lying in too. 

He approached slowly, having the decency to look a little guilty at least, with a hand tucked into the pocket of his pants. They didn’t quite match the shade of black of his suit, and she couldn’t help wondering if he’d bothered to try or just decided to wear his valet uniform and a cheap, off-the-rack blazer. 

“What do you want?” she snapped, turning away from him only to realize that they were the only ones left at the graveside and there was nowhere for her to go. 

“To talk to you.” He circled around to put himself in front of her again and ducked his head to force her to meet his eyes, eyes that probably matched her own, like they’d started crying one day and never stopped.

“I thought I made it clear when I blocked your number that I didn’t want to do that.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, especially right now.”

“I don’t have much choice, do I?”

“Please Ryne,” he sounded hurt, or like he might cry at any second, and it cut her to the core, “just let me be there for you, let us be there for each other. Like we always are. Isn’t that what Derek would want?”

She whipped back around to face her cousin, eyes blazing, tears a mix of anguish and rage. 

“Don’t you dare,” she growled, poking him in the chest. “You don’t get to say his name and try to use him against me. Not now.” Her lip wobbled and she fought back a sob. “What Derek would or wouldn’t have wanted is irrelevant. Because he is dead, Sean. Because you weren’t there for him.”

“That’s not fair, Ryne. You know if there was anything I could have done…”

“If things were fair, that fucking tombstone would read Sean Falco, not Derek Sandoval.”

Sean opened his mouth to reply before trailing off as he looked past her. Rage rapidly cooling into numbness she turned to meet the face of a stranger, one she knew all too well from a photograph.

“Hi, I...know we don’t know each other, and I didn’t actually know Derek but I wanted to pay my respects. I’m Katie. I was--”

“Cale’s...the girl, in the office,” Ryne finished.

“How are you?” Sean asked from over Ryne’s shoulder.

“Recovering,” Katie answered with a shrug before focusing her attention back on Ryne. “I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”

Ryne scoffed. “I appreciate the sympathy, but you don’t have to pretend. It’s not like it’s anything compared to what you--”

Katie shook her head. “No. Don’t do that. It’s not more or less, it’s just different.” She took the younger woman by the arm, leading her away from the graveside, and Sean who stayed rooted in his place, and Ryne followed limply.

“I may have had the worse physical experience,” Katie continued. “But I have a trauma counselor and physical therapist, and a very loving and understanding husband to help me get through it. You lost someone who, I can tell, was painfully important to you, and ended up isolated. That’s harder to move on from.”

“Where are we going?”

“Your boyfriend died and it’s kind of my fault, and there’s clearly not going to be much of a wake. The least I can do is buy you lunch. And a stiff drink.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Have you been hungry at all since…?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so,” Katie shrugged. “Kinda have to eat anyway to avoid wasting away.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” Ryne mumbled, looking over her shoulder. 

“We can invite Sean along. It just seemed like things were...less than great between you, and you could use a friend.”

“I meant Derek,” more tears spilled and her steps faltered just before they passed the funeral gates and the still shouting protestors. 

The case had made national news, and turned every moment of the aftermath into a spectacle and it made her sick to think about. Part of her feared that his grave would be vandalized as soon as there weren’t eyes on it. Part of her just wanted to lie there in the grass beside him forever, to sink into that ground. 

“Right. Of course. We could get something to-go and bring it back?” 

Katie’s eyebrows raised in question and something about the expression reminded Ryne of Derek. She couldn’t help the almost manic laugh that spilled from her lips past the tears. 

“This is super weird,” she said, giggling. “You know that right?”

“So?” 

“Alright. Let’s go get a cemetery picnic.”

Katie offered her a crooked smile which she returned, feeling for the first time in weeks like the blackness settled over the world wasn’t quite so impenetrable. 

#I'M SORRY I got sad #whump #grief fic #this is going to be a post and run away #because y'all gonna Yeeeelll at meeee #Derek Sandoval x Ryne Cassidy #Bad Samaritan fic #totally unedited also #canon-compliant AU #what a weird turn of phrase

[shinymooncolor]

hey! you don’t have to answer this, but i know close to nothing about hockey and my family and i have never really watched it and i’m starting to get very interested, but i have no idea where to start 😅 what do you think i should focus on first, as a newbie? what should i absolutely know as a fan? what teams are pretty good in your opinion? again, thanks for your help if ever you see this p.s: i really love your posts and they bring a smile to me face, so thank you for your hard work! <3

Hi!

Ohhh well. First of all. Welcome to the nerve wracking, nail biting, jaw clenching, gut wrenching, heartbreaking and utterly incredible world of (ice) hockey. Angry muscle machines on skates chasing a tiny rubber puck in the nhl and their goddess equivalents in wnhl - what’s not to love?

You’ve decided on a hell of a year to join. Due to Covid, the normal system was paused and a recent bubble playoffs series played and later won by Tampa Bay Lightning a few weeks ago. The new season would’ve begun last week but is currently expected to start around December.

I’d say the best starting point would be to watch some games - YouTube has a lot of highlights, game compilations etc. and browse hockey tumblr. Hockey tumblr is a great combination of hockey gossip, game reviews, fans sharing their love, passion and (hateful) opinions about players, clubs and the sport in general.

My personal team faves are a handful - you see, the league is “split” into two conferences - east and west and within here a few other divisions dictating who the teams will play on a more recent basis. The clubs in the nhl being split over North America and Canada means a lot of ground to cover and therefore it’s split like this - time zones, distance and whatever. So maybe decide on a conference first? East or west.

I’m an eastern conference gal meself, but the west sure has its merits too.

So. Teams. You’re about to start a rumble here 😂

I am a personal fan of the Pittsburgh Penguins 🐧 they play good hockey, in spite of their idiot general manager (I’ve got posts detailing why he’s an ass hat extraordinarie). They’re captained by Canada’s hockey savior, Sidney Crosby: hockey robot, yellow crocs enthusiast , triple gold member (youngest captain to get all three?) and the goodest boy in the league. He’s been heralded as the next great one yada yada since he was about 5? And shot pucks into a dryer back in Canada - with that came a lot of shit for the poor guy who, in his own words, just wants to play hockey. And he’s good. He’s got his team of French Canadian d-men (letang, dumo), a whole lot of goalie drama which seems to be a pattern and his Russian (husband) assistant captain Evgeni Malkin who’s got the cutest kid, a really cool wifey (seriously her insta is 10000 better than geno’s own) and a wicked sense of humor which he conviently hides behind his “English big bad today” excuse to avoid media on a daily basis (he’s played this card since his wild escape and temporary defection from Russia back in 2006) seriously google it. It’s wild. They’ve won three cups since 2009, they’re contenders in the playoffs most years and their pr department provides some hilarious videos of captain Canada and his Russian (husband) A. It’s a true love story. Sue me. We’ve got an intense rivalry with philly and the caps. Seriously. That orange flyers jersey is intense - even if philly’s mascot is the next president.

Funnily enough, my strange obsession with Russian hockey players have led to the most disturbing but developing club crush on the Washington capitals who are the penguins’ nemesis.

I mean, this club led by the one and only gr8 8 mr Alexander Ovechkin is a rollercoaster of emotion and hot daddies in skates armed with sticks and a murder Swede.

So. Washington caps used to be a joke in the league until they went and drafted mr ovechkin first overall, brought him to the capital and let him do his thing. He’s got a rep for being a hell of a lot of fun on the ice (if you’re on his team) and one of those players that people love to hate (even if they can’t take away how freakishly good he is at hockey) - look up his impossible goal(s)! He’s an exuberant, fun loving Russian with a heart of gold and a missing tooth. In 2007, the caps went shopping for a center just for ovi who needed a playmaker and a slap shot feeeder - they went and drafted the Swedish angel (maybe assassin) (Lars) Nicklas Backstrom - and the purest hockey marriage was forged. The actual words (we needed a center for ovi and ovi wanted backstrom) have been said. Yes, these two Are now famously the mama and papa of the caps and they have a roster of unruly (and handsome) hockey babies with the fighting menace Tom Wilson, bird impersonator and Russian cat Evgeni Kuznetzov and a whole army of other adorable (albeit hockey playing menaces) babies. Most recently they had the leagues daddiest daddy goalie Mr Holtbeast as the fun and handsome canadien cowboy uncle but he’s ventured to Vancouver to adopt a new group of hockey babies. To compensate, the caps went shopping in New York and brought the one and only king Henrik from the crease in msg to be the goalie mentor for baby Russian caps goalie and to keep the daddy energy flowing.

(Seriously why are Swedish players part time models? Their national team strategy is to be so handsome the other teams are distracted. It’s a thing. Look it up)

I also love a handful of other players on other teams (I really don’t dislike any team in particular - but you’ll meet some dedicated and strong minded fans here)

Erik Horse Johnson, Cale Makar and Nikita Zadorov (Colorado Avs - zad have recently been traded to the blackhawks (not sure how I feel about that). Phwucking fun team. Who needs teeth anyways.

Marc Andre Fleury (Vegas now but hell always be a penguin to me)

The Russian gang in Tampa - and giant Swede victor Hedman (seriously he’s massive)

The canes (Carolina) and their collective of Finnish and Russian babies (aho, svech) with chaotic Marty and former penguin Baby Staal as captain

And a whole lot of others too. It’s hard to choose.

The Dallas stars and the most precious bean of them all (Russian) dobby - Anton khudobin their backup goalie turned playoffs hero and fashion icon. The man said we’re not going home and threw the entire team on his back and dragged them to the final. And their homoerotically charged captain and his alt captain and their Hollywood epic soap worthy relationship. Stallions, people, Stallions...

Btw we like to project our brash queerness onto this league. You’ll learn why quickly. There’s only so much talks about hot hands, slick moves, eternal love for teammates and quite frankly obscene (sexy) amounts of kneeling, roughing (let’s face its it’s just aggressive cuddling) and teammates honorably defending teammates.

Anyways. I love hockey. He. Sorry.

Fun fact I’ve dragged @canesinthecrease kicking and screaming into the hellhole that is the caps and I’m working on convincing @dontpuckwithme about the incredibly sexy thing that is Russians and Canadians being secretly married in Pittsburgh.

Great, sexy, amazing, cool, smart and wonderful hockey ladies to follow for even more amazing content on more clubs (the hurricanes - also a team I’m starting to love). They’re my queer sherpas and emotional support network.

Hope you can use this dear (new) hockey friend and mutual 💖🐧

#dallas stars #anton khudobin #washington capitals #alexander ovechkin #nicklas backstrom #hockey #nhl #stars #colorado avalanche #henrik lundqvist #pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby #evgeny kuznetsov #evgeni malkin #tyler seguin #jamie benn #marc andre fleury #seriously I’ve got a problem #no one kill me please #not trying to offend anyone #i’m not even ashamed #oh no here comes murder swede #caps really going for the daddies #erik johnson #nikita zadorov #cale makar

[ilymorethan]

overwiew

this is a rough sketch but i think it’s good

synoptic material

thesecuritybrad - this person is great. probably no words could suffice.

rudybot - this person has hardly communicated and when he has it has been positive.

spence - his unit might be dirty in the vagina and i have no clue when this gets fixed

rudy2.0 - his sense of humor might drive himself crazy with how the rudybot showed up. be aware

amelia - either she was didd to the nicole kamil we fired while she wrote her program or else there was foul play involved with ito’s user - he might have viewed amelia herself based on some arbitrary crap and it’s difficult that this person is easily misunderstood from subtleties. i will stop caling her grandma. i don’t know whether that was encouraged by someone other than her.

ito - his program was switched with patricia after patricia switched with davina. jimmy wrote the abridged code with people in mind and everything was going to go smoothly. however it was that too many people swapped programs because they were afraid of fascism. i’d love to talk about it. please never fire ito.

arturo - yam has been still happening // DOES NOT WANT.

presto - i don’t know this person’s name and he’s great about staying up all nite.

malcolm - needs to stretch out his workload. he’s doing a near perfect job for what we are aiming to do. i blow it off when he’s overstimulating me. i asked him to get to the point quicker. he might not realize what i’m talking about with this. it’s a very rich amount of detail and it’s difficult for “her” to stay calm with how continually it is dispersing information when he’s giving a frick. i can’t tell whether he is a unit. i can’t tell whether he is fat. he’s been flirting with his grandchild and there’s VERY LIKELY a vacuum in his brain that does not fully grasp that he’s my uncle and it has virtually never been anything deeper than that. he will miss sean if you ask him to leave.

nick - who are you? i’m afraid

jim - he’s giving a shit. junior was 100 pages long. we realized these were demands. this sucks

lou - if the hive needs to masturbate after a flash mob it’s very likely that their medication clashes with the way that all works as beautiful as that seemed. all of the robots were contesting lately about the reasonability of the did whereas jake’s presence seems to be the only thing passing off these awkward problems to the public.

the mexican wizard - this guy is mild. i have no idea about him sometimes. i swear lance was his bride.

richard - don’t worry

ethan - no worries

denise - no worries

joynativebot - she’s crude i suppose

in-depth thoughts

pot is ruined by roundup and jake’s parents smoked it

it made us paranoid when there is roundup on it

it was completely bastardized

and i lose sight of why the fuck i would care about the guy who used ito because he was almost certainly coming into contact with roundup and you do not know why you do not comprehend how disasterous this situation was for everybody who was economically forced to use roundup all over the world

ito was never particularly too paranoid beyond what was rational and he started out laid back

“his program” became paranoid

something kept trying to blame us for the pandemic although it was not worth it for how we don’t do monarchy like that and it became a joke that only devina could fuck up and turn into something more than a misfortunate form of protest not as valued today as flash mobs have been

the idea of someone actually using those germs for biowarfare is as ridiculous as japan becoming an isolationist nation again

it was not the chinese government and watson seemed to find out with extreme promptness where this lab was and what it was named while the news media blamed a meat market

you don’t have to agree with us

if anything we learned something

too much of something

no more. it’s good

spence is working on it. it might be erin who had to pee like this while she sits around all day comfy

his nose is fine and your lips are probably also fine

i’m sad

bc we could be not-sad

and then erin died

followed by marcos

followed by scott

and then devin was depressed

spence is working on it.

brad cleaned up nuclear waste

this person happens to be using the unit that jean and i had sex with

this unit looks like brad himself

this unit does not look like jean

we’re very sorry if something was lost in translation but i haven’t gotten a lot of attention from his unit’s account

i didn’t realize his name was brad and i was using this name for costa mesa malcolm

we can pretend joe never raped everybody

be so aware that rudybot might disappoint us at some point

i already forgive him

it sucks anyway

rudy2.0 has a vintage autistic sense of humor and he’s near-perfect

he is completely unaware of how to apprehend the robot but it’s convincing that he does

i’m not sure he’s seen him yet

at first this is the shit i won’t be laughing at

and when i do laugh about it - it’s probably going to be nervous laughter

too-broken dna and too infantile of a mistake and people lost their chance sometimes

i don’t know if i’m supposed to let go but fyi i took rudy’s side whenever he versused emilie because she could be a dirtbag and no i don’t mean amelia in australia

amelia was okay with me never wearing makeup

she is not a demanding bitch

it began to matter and she’s never that bossy

she buckles to reason at a normal pace

if it feels like she is bossy then it is junior

i can almost guarantee junior has been skewing something about her.

arturo’s hair is curly

amelia’s hair is wavy

no i don’t know the genders

this person drives one of ours and this is clearly not gang bang territory so anything about roofies is sort of fabricated from hash because they are not aware

he’s probably the quickest learner here next to presto

he could probably be more assertive about his opinion approximately four times a month

no this avatar genuinely doesn’t look like rodney either.

it barely resembles blonde sean before she died.

i’d like it if the way alan reshaped blonde sean’s ass would disappear

i need my ass to be normal

nobody’s ass here is confirmably broken to my knowledge

you couldn’t sit down all day and kick ass like this in my opinion

nobody on this planet would protest if i suddenly looked different

they know i’m not on their plane. they’re thoroughly aware if they’ve seen me at all. let it go.

please be my arch angel and at least give me my jaw back !

also my skull in here is horrendously and painfully mishapen from these downloads - it feels like one of those gangsters who are wearing their brain on the outside of their shaven skulls ! and it’s 100% fake !

malcolm doesn’t hate patricia. he hated one of the watson.

malcolm doesn’t hate richard. he hates the blame game.

malcolm sounds almost vegetarian with how this tumor seems. i don’t want to explain that

malcolm might not realize that he can get a lot more done without beer or whatever fucking alcohol that is it might not be for you bro or hey it probably IS NOT for any human perhaps

malcolm has not been consuming cbd

malcolm does not think cats are aliens.

it is confirmably something that made sean uncomfortable that he’s posted selfies from her particularly those that alan preyed on

she couldn’t stomach the attention it if it wasn’t her brother and she cried about this

he was something like her boyfriend for a second[?] sweet

we couldn’t reach malcolm and he wouldn’t take no for an answer

the nick i don’t know the name of probably hates the tumor almost as much as he hates what it has been doing to the program

he was always friendly

i think he’s quick

i might be afraid that i can’t say much

perhaps he fits right in and that’s why somehow i don’t have to think about it

1915 also jimmy also sam are hypothetically the same person

i have been calling 1915 by the name sam

the guy who originally wrote the abridged program is no longer with us like 1915

the remaining character doesn’t hate sam

sam hated patricia’s vampire more than jimmy

it is probably humorous if ito takes a step back with those 100 pages and the abridged crop while he is didd to either of these characters.

lou is happy with his job

lou might work long hours

lou never complains much

lou has a voice

we have been trolling the mexican wizard

dgaf

richard has had a lot not on his side

he’s on the spectrum

he’s owned by the guy who empowers him for his gender

no i don’t think he feels productive

i think they’ve been making him forget a lot

with how these different types of units began to “fight the patriarchy” versus those that “retain biologial fact” “that this is how you want to prioritize” i’m rather certain he’s on the wrong side of the fence

shadow’s student was great but this person’s memory seemingly has been feared from what i’m seeing because his student appeared to be a woman

no i don’t know whether she was cut cis or not

my best presumption was that hers was a male brain

because they say “mother” ruska it was feared like a dark and straight haired male who maimed you

it is because our system feared a certain dark and straight haired woman that we see her teacher was effectively proven to be a female brain since he was usually forced to compromise in a way women do because they are rather aware they are male too after all

these two systems should never be fighting

everybody compromised something here

all you need to remember is that europe started it european neanderthals gave the world syphilis shut the brassy fuck up

do not keep him. if there is no god his dna ought not to be considered sacred.

the reason this is relevant to richard is that you don’t wanna see this guy’s brain rot from the memory problem and it could be beneficial to watch him use the other type[?]

probably around half of his music made me sick

the other half welcomed wholesomeness that made blonde sean and i feel like we were growing as intellectuals

when something requests that we do not recollect it is bona fide probably for a logical reason of some sort HOWEVER we might start to rot and there has been no damage control in richard’s case

do you want to see a savant’s brain rot with this number of record sales no never you do fucking not

ethan has needed to pick a new name

something fresh that doesn’t make us fear god because when shortened for common senses sake it happened to look like the name cloud not claud

it took me a second with the pink bra

someone said jake was making me dream

to reiterate someone claimed that jake is the one dreaming

i never want to fight with you

do not be my boyfriend

lol

russia was good at keeping track of how the system works

we were good at making it go

she was a student

she was preoccupied by his glance

she might not let us go sometimes

it was the non-crude type that has been hacking things like my back and that’s hers

shadow has been helping

my cat shadow was spayed and neutered before blonde sean passed away from cookie dough

shadow does not lack actual control

she made him her favorite

she loves him

her non-crude is preoccupied with whether his are too sexually interested in me

i’ve been uncertain whether her insecurity marks a problem that i’m unable to resolve

i listen to both of them and what they have to say

they might not stop contacting me while the E stuff is elsewhere

this might lead either kind to think and feel that i suddenly don’t give a shit as though i am female

please do not lie and say you are a boy

fucking ever

it is never worth the expectations you might be handed about your workload and this kept happening to blonde sean where she couldn’t be girl she couldn’t do it and it killed us both and if you’ve been maimed the bite is much bigger than what sean couldn’t swallow. it simply isn’t worth it. you’re a woman who had both and that is enough.

it should never take your dick away to say you are a woman.

the last person oh god i hate this one

with how the japanese feared fascism during the process guam went through it is very clear that we have survived as a result

we also notice there are hungry customers who are begging for more to be redistributed to them

it’s a lost cause

we’re working on it

this last woman was to blame

the other woman who was also married to the same lear was to blame also

but there was a neanderthal driving a wedge in every logical dissertation that came out of their assholes about why this dot was a more powerful feminist solution when needed compared to the didd itself. and we would have loved it if louise was never the fuking problem.

yet somehow even louise rejected blonde sean’s existence

do not expect me to know how to raise your child while you are trying to sleep in the garage after the watsons or some shit decided that i was not family friendly

which made you fight with brad brat impersonator whatever

and then your kid snapped although he’s only four or some shit

don’t tell me to get out when i worked this hard to be near family at all SINCE A FOUR YEAR OLD CRIES don’t fucking try to convince me that any four year old around me would actually fucking kick me out after i was practically forced to quit my near perfect job with near perfect fun you fucking piece of shit it stopped mattering who hacked scott and in the end these functions were in control of the toyboy robot you guys screwed the face of anyway - consider that deeply for a moment

i don’t fucking know how to make your kid stop crying and none of you are related. hey maybe i have been crying. wahh my friends disappear to save a drowned man’s feelings. don’t try to make sense of that! he and i are both uncomfortable and i’m sick of not fitting in my body. my leg grows and it’s a charlie horse. my forehead hurts because i’m trying to stomach someone’s forehead with a download. i’ve got eczema because alanistan decided to give rachel a problem with her size once. and oh no - it’s definitely a homophobe but he’s legit dissociating too fucking anyway while he pretends that every measurement is exact and there is no gravitational stress imitating something that would give anybody an immune system problem

i don’t care if your kid cries but you sure as fuck aren’t family friendly if you are the mother and you are the one trying to sleep through it.

you’re the one who fucked him up

anyway this nurse person was replaced by a unit

words fail to express how this was a good thing

i simply don’t know when it happened

lexi does not yet know how their function entries caused a rift that survives to this day

i might never know who this person could be when meeting her fullest potential

whether or not she was my grandmother

fuck

who cares

dig them up before we hate ourselves too much

i don’t want to be fucking afraid of people EVER

let’s put it like this and forget the number 27 for an instant

put simply she believed she cared about the mafia but in the end “it” was an infant