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raz-writes-the-thing · 10 months

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second masterlist

this masterlist is closed (has hit the link limit). please see masterlist masterpost for more works.

fandoms are in alphabetical order.

BAD SAMARITAN

Cale Erendreich x Reader

Headcanons

Cale NSFW Alphabet 18+

Cale x GN!Reader comfort HCs

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Violent in Nature - (Cale Erendreich x FTM!Reader)

Cale catches you doing something you shouldn't be.

Eight-Legged Horror - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

There's an eight-legged horror in your lunchbox. Cale is not impressed with your response to it.

Not The Bamboo Sheets - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader) 18+

Cale has some bratty behaviour to correct.

Focus Please - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

Cale takes care of you when you get a nosebleed.

What's For Dinner? (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

Cale catches you eavesdropping on his phone call.

BOYS (THE)

Billy Butcher x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Something New - (Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader) 18+

Slapping Billy doesn't go the way you think it would.

Little Kreature - (Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader)

The mission goes well and Butcher's found a surprise for you.

Soldier Boy x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

My Command - (Soldier Boy x GN!Reader)

Soldier Boy knows just how to push your buttons.

BROADCHURCH

Alec Hardy x Reader

Headcanons

Alec Hardy NSFW Alphabet 18+

Alec Comfort HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

A Reception Worth The Miss - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+

You were pretty far from where the ceremony had taken place by now and you were sure you were probably missing the opening bits of the reception.

New Years - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Neither of you have had a New Years kiss before- it's time that changed.

Gallery Shenanigans - (Alec Hardy x Masc!Reader) 18+

Alec gives you a handjob in the art gallery bathrooms

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Beanpole Icepack - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec runs cold. You run hot. Match made in heaven.

Ask Me Again In The Morning - (Alec Hardy x Masc!Reader)

Alec's drunk when he confesses his feelings for you.

The Way You Taste - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+

Alec loves the way you taste.

Nip To The Park - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec discovers your newest yappy crime.

DOCTOR WHO

Missy x GN!Reader hcs 18+

Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

The Opposite Effect - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

Was it a mistake riling the two of them up? Possibly. Will you do it again? Most definitely.

A Little Paradox Never Hurt Nobody - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader) 18+

It's been six months since Eleven joined you both, and it's safe to say things have escalated a little.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Keep 'Er Steady - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

It's about time you learnt how to fly the TARDIS

Tenth Doctor x Tentoo x GN!Reader

Headcanons

NSFW general headcanons

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Headcanons

NSFW ALPHABET

Ten with shy singing reader

Dark!Ten aftercare HCs

Ten x AFAB!GN!Reader eating out hcs 18+

Ten x Tall!GN!Reader HCs

Ten x Short!GN!Reader HCs

Subby!Ten x GN!Reader HCS 18+

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

Need A Ride? - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top.

Oval Office Adjacent - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor gets a little jealous when an alien race turns its carnal sights on you.

Unbidden - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor's gone too far this time.

Sometimes All We Need Is A Good Cry - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It's all in the title, babes

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Worth It - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It might be time to reflect on the choices that brought you here.

Devoid of Attention - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor is oblivious as per usual.

The Whole Time - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor finds your love letters.

Fun Tonight - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

Overstimulation with the Doctor

Mine - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader) 18+

Dark!Ten would do anything to keep you with him.

Not For Lack of Squirming - (Dark!Ten x GN!Reader) 18+

Oral with Dark!Ten

Merry Christmas, Doctor - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor plans a Christmas holiday

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Still Out There - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

There were few things you’d never seen by this point, but the Doctor crying? That was definitely not something you’d seen before.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Do It Together - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

Prompt: “When have I ever been wrong? … except about women. Generally.”

Unplanned Surprise - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

You have an unplanned surprise to tell the Doctor about.

President of the World - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

You don't believe the Doctor when he tells you he's President of the World.

Twelfth Doctor x Reader

Headcanons

Twelfth Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Full-length Fics (600 words plus)

Decidedly Not A Design Flaw - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor catches you fantasising about his hands.

No More Leaking - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor discovers you're not sleeping well.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Magazine Florets - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

Catch and release prompt "animals"

Unofficial Fifth Member of the Beatles - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

the Doctor has a new and unexpected accessory.

Terrible Idea - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor catches you watching Jurassic Park. Again.

Better? - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor comes to realise his lack of physical affection has been having more of an impact than he thought.

GOOD OMENS

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Reader with long hair HCs

Aziraphale x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Sinning With Lust - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader) 18+

Aziraphale catches you reading a spicy novel.

New Year's Kiss - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Scar Tissue - (Aziraphale x FTM!Reader)

It's been one year since your top surgery.

Snowed In - (Aziraphale x GN/GF!Reader)

It's time you came out to Aziraphale as genderfluid.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Very Entertaining - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

Aziraphale cannot fathom why you enjoy horror movies so much

Spent and Sated - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader) 18+

Aziraphale knows you can take one more load.

Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Reader with period HCs

Karaoke with Crowley HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

You Didn't Say The Magic Word - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley isn't the biggest fan of your house guest.

First Picnic - (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+

You talk Crowley into going on a picnic date with you.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

An Unexpected Cosplay - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley is small, and a pain in your ass.

Talk To Me - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley never fails to comfort you when you need it. Particularly when your mother is involved.

The Way You Look Tonight (Crowley x GN!Reader)

You might be sick, but you'll be damned if you don't get this dance.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Headcanons

Daemon x Masc!Knight!reader hcs

Full-Length fics (600 words plus)

A Fruit So Sweet - (Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader)

Daemon's noticed you before, and tonight he makes his first move.

Something In The Way - (Daemon Targaryen x GN!Reader) 18+

You reflect on the way Daemon touches you.

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Gaze of the Moon - (GN!Reader)

You and your wife, Princess Rhaenyra steal a moment of peace together as you prepare for the coming birth of your child.

MARVEL

Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Headcanons

Venom x GN!Reader Relationship HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Is That A Promise? - (Eddie Brock/Venom x GN!Reader)

Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

Naughty Thoughts - (Eddie Brock/Venom x Fem!Reader) 18+

Venom discovers your dirty thoughts about him and his tongue.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Sweet Like Chocolate - (Venom x GN!Reader)

Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

Safe Together - (Venom x GN!Reader)

Venom has a confession to make to you.

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

A Hug? - (Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader)

You ask Loki for a hug. He's very Loki about it.

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Ed Teach/Blackbeard x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

On Your Knees, Love - (Ed Teach x GN!Reader) 18+

You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.

Stede Bonnet x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Show Business - (Stede Bonnet x GN!Reader)

Stede is teaching you a thing or two about piracy.

PRODIGAL SON

Martin Whitly x Reader

Headcanons

Martin Whitly NSFW Alphabet

Giving Martin head after dinner hcs 18+

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader Snuggle HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Study Bunny - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader) 18+

You ride Martin's thighs.

Doctor's Orders - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

You're feeling unwell. Good thing there's a doctor on hand.

SIX OF CROWS / SHADOW AND BONE

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Passing The Baton - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

To your knowledge, your crush on Kaz is unrequited. Apparently, this is not the case.

Paying Attention - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

You're a little clueless, but the Crows are trying their best to get you to see the light.

Heated Gaze - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader) 18+

Kaz likes to watch you play with yourself.

SUPERNATURAL

Team Free Will x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Monthly Pity Party - (AFAB!GN!Reader)

Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Castiel x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Sudden Appearances Make For Good Times - GN!Reader 18+

Castiel learns his best moves from the pizza man.

Casifer x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

The Odd Cuddle - (GN!Reader)

Flirty Casifer cuddles. That's it, that's the fic.

Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x Reader (no Wincest)

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Anything You Need - (GN!Reader)

The boys discover you've been having some... unpleasant thoughts.

Dean Winchester x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Cute As A Button (AFAB!GN!Reader) 18+

smut prompt based on the word "button."

A Very Bisexual Revelation (Cis!Masc!Reader) 18+

Dean Winchester's never had trouble with the ladies, but this is brand new territory for him.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Hurricane Dean - (Dean Winchester x GN!Reader)

All Dean wants is a vacation. If only the MOTW would allow such a thing.

Sam Winchester x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Bored and in Need of Entertainment - (GN!Reader)

You're bored and it's Sam's turn to entertain you.

Polish and Shine - (GN!Reader)

Sam chews on his nails a lot. Too much. You come up with a plan to break the habit.

WALKING DEAD (THE)

Negan Smith x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Not Part of the Plan - (Negan Smith x GN!Reader)

Negan discovers that you've been sent to spy on the Sanctuary

A Good Show - (Negan Smith x (cis)Masc!Reader) 18+

Negan likes a good show. He also likes seeing you handle Lucille. Match made in heaven.

#doctor who #marvel #masterlist #second masterlist #shadow and bone #six of crows #ofmd #our flag means death #good omens #broadchurch #bad samaritan #the boys #the walking dead #house of the dragon #supernatural

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i-might-be-a-simp · 1 year

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I need your opinion, do you think Ron knew that Cale was no longer the same person?

I was stalking the fandom (as usual) and I saw a comment, by who I assume to be a new reader, wondering how Ron would react finding out Cale was actually KRS, that the child he watched grow wasn't actually the man he believes and it made me think a bit.

When I read tcf the first time, one of the things I was most curious about was all the odd looks Cale got in the first few chapters, and my biggest question was, surely a very sharp and experienced assassin who knew the know-hows of blending into different crowds would have immediately noticed that "Young master" was no longer the same person.

I'm sure you caught this too when reading, but there were many moments when Ron's expression turned odd after Cale did or said something.

Ron the whole first chapter:

It starts by something he dismisses, such as Cale waking up immediately after Ron calls out to him, on the very first attempt. But as the chapter progresses, Ron gets more and more intrigued.

He notices how Cale says thanks after he receives water and when servants dress him. Along with his other odd actions, asking the date, repeating his own name, asking to go to the study, not breaking things etc.

And then finally, Ron gives him the ultimate test, the lemon tea. I think this was his way of confirming that Cale had changed. It proved to me Ron was definitely onto something.

Now this is where I need your opinion. From my interpretation of Ron's character, yes he "loved" ogCale or held at least a bit of affection for him. Let me pull up some receipts:

^(sorry for light mode)

Although Ron treated him like his grandson he did not think Cale had a soft spot for him nor that he treated him like a person and never really took much interest in him aside from his duties.

And while I was doing a deep-dive I went on the wiki and saw this.

So Ron saw ogCale, his situation and therefore pitied him, yet he thought of him as a helpless impertinent puppy, which is why he did not have much issue with following Beacrox who wished to leave with Choi Han in BOAH. But only after Cale changed is when he begin to be interested.

Now the question is, was the lemon tea experiment he did, just to test whether Cale had become aware of Ron's true identity, or was it to confirm Cale was a changed person entirely???

Personally I think it was both, and that Ron was aware from the very beginning. However this is where I am conflicted, because the idea of Ron watching that small boy become so big and smart is so satisfying to me, because the author wanted to paint this as a "cale finally stopped pretending to be a dumb oblivious trash and started to take matters into his hand" like it was all a plan cale had to hide his powers and get stronger in secret while acting unsuspecting. This is what the public believes and it sounds very cool but... hmm I wish we got a chapter focusing more on Ron's feelings.

Like I am aware he loves Cale very much and especially after getting the new arm he started to feel a sense of loyalty for Cale he didn't have before but the fact that he was one of the few people og Cale was very close with since he was very young, the fact that a whole new person was in the body is kind of not addressed in its full concept, this transition from no interest to loyalty was also a transition from og cale to krs cale so I wish we got more on it.

Thanks for reading my ramble. I love them.

#trash of the count's family #tcf #cale henituse #lcf #lout of count’s family #ron molan

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mytragedyperson · 1 year

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ok, kinda wish we got to see the conversation between Choi Han, Deruth and Hans at the beginning of the novel, when he tells them about Harris Village. Because what did he say for Hans to see him defeat the Count's knights and just not question it? How much of the tragic backstory did he tell them, all of it or just the Harris village bit? Because if he didn't tell them everything, to them, it looks like Cale just came home one day with a random homeless stranger, who told them about the assassination at Harris Village, and possibly that he'd killed the assassins but, again, not clear if he actually told them that part or just the assassination of the villagers. And then the homeless stranger from Harris Village fought and defeated Count Deruth Henituse's knights. and they had no further questions? What did Choi Han tell them? Because while it makes more sense that Choi Han told them the whole story about the assassination and that's why neither Hans nor Deruth questioned it, I'd find it a lot more funny if this wasn't the case, that Hans just saw this, was impressed so forgot to question it and then just went on with his day. Maybe he even forgot to mention it to Deruth and he found out some other way, or maybe Deruth didn't know about this. Hans forgot to mention it in his report and none of the knights were about to admit that they'd been bested by some random stranger who their young master randomly found. God, imagine being one of those knights. seriously, no one, not one person, questioned it? Not one of them was so paranoid they worried that Choi Han was lying about who he was or where he was from. I can't imagine every single knight knew about what happened at Harris Village, though I could be wrong. They might've been told in case the assassins were sent to their territory again. But this was still early on. everyone just took this at face value and accepted it? Honestly, one of the things that makes this story work is how utterly unphased everyone around the main character is. Yes, Choi Han and Rosalyn and Lock and the Calefam are completely unphased. But even the unnamed knights, Hilsman and Hans just never question anything. Honestly, I love Deputy Butler Hans. He comes the closest to questioning Cale but you can almost tell he wants to ask but then realizes actually, on second thought I don't wanna know, and just goes about his day, oblivious to the craziness that surrounds him. Either that or he's about to ask or say something but gets interrupted before he can and then it just feels too awkward to ask later. This book wouldn't work half as well if the characters didn't all share a brain cell.

every time I remember Choi Han is physically seventeen and Cale is physically 18, it makes me sad that they're dealing with this shit. I know Cale is 20 now but that's insane. i know mentally or whatever they're older but can you imagine? 18-year-old Cale acts as a father to On, who is only 8 years younger than Cale Henituse. Like Kim Rok Soo is older, I get that but damn. To everyone else, this 18-year-old who's acted like trash for years is suddenly helping people, making friends, and adopting children. every time he returns home there's someone new with him. He's best friends and brothers with the crown prince. God they drive me crazy. i love them

Also, the way Hans asks Cale if it will be okay for Choi Han not to go back to Harris Village in the beginning of the novel is everything. He just automatically trusts Cales judgement and sees him as the person to ask. Now he may have asked the Count as well but we have no proof of that and, if there's no proof it didn't happen so I'm choosing to believe he waited to ask Cale since it was his guest, which is even better when you consider that the day before he was scared Cale was going to throw a bottle at him. Like the fact that he trusted Cale enough to trust his judgement on this matter after he'd been different for two days. God I love Hans and Cale. And I've never seen anyone talk about them and their relationship but like Hans is one of the first people to feel completely at ease around KRS!Cale. It doesn't take him that long to drop the formality. Man I love deputy butler hans. His relationship with Cale feels so underrated.

Also for future reference when I talk about relationships in this sense I mean the Canon relationship. If I make headcanons, which is a real possibility, that may change to include a romantic aspect, but for now, in this case its purely platonic.

And Hans mentioning Ron hurting himself while working again, and that letting us, the audience know that Cale is wrong when he says Choi Han, Ron and Beacrox seem to be getting along. Because we already know about their first spar, but none of the other characters do. Uts another example of unreliable narrator Cale and we love to see it. OK so I really like this story. There's a huge chance that any posts I make are just gonna be this, like talking about unreliable narrator Cale, nobody ever questioning anything that happens and just general reactions as I reread and most of it is just gonna be random thoughts I have while reading. I already feel like I'm going to be so annoying about this but I have zero regrets and refuse to apologise so consider this a fair warning for if you seem to stumble across my posts a lot

Also Cales immediate response without thinking about it being "give him medicine". Further proof that KRS!cale is way nicer than he gives himself credit for. Also I'm sorry but him saying this while thinking "he probably killed somebody again" absolutely sends me. And the fact Ron hasn't actually killed anyone yet. Also its giving "I don't care if he's a murderer, he's one of my people" which is just so Cale

The interview scene is a great example of why Cale can never seen to get rid of the strays he collects. So, as usual, he thinks he's being selfish and using Choi Han, whatever. And obviously there's the whole, if you can kill people, then you should be able to protect people thing, which is already a pretty good message for Choi Han to hear at this point, that he's good for something more than hurting other people or things. But more than that, by phrasing it as an interview, when Choi Han passes that means he's qualified, that Cale believes he can protect/save people. Cale is probably one of the first people to believe in him, to believe he's capable of more than hurting others, and for someone like Choi Han who's just lost everyone he cared about and killed people for the first time, and is probably suffering some serious surivivors' guilt, it's probably what he needs to hear, that someone still believes in him, even if it is a complete stranger. And it's not actually like Cale is being selfish because, if everything went how he planned at this point, it wouldn't even be like he'd gain Rosalyn and Lock's skills to use because he planned to just send them on their way. Also, the way he asks Choi Han's name and introduces himself - it shows a certain level of respect that most wouldn't expect from a noble. He's not looking down on Choi Han, He's treating him as an equal and, by saying he's heard his name from others but wants to hear from Choi Han himself, it shows that he wants him to have his voice and speak and that he'll listen. this may seem like a reach because it's such a small thing but how many nobles would care enough to ask a commoner, one who looked homeless, their name. Most wouldn't even bother to ask to confirm the name they'd heard was correct but Cale does. Imagine how that must feel to Choi Han, knowing his status, that Cale bothered to ask and treat him like an equal.

also can you imagine if Choi Han had slipped up and admitted Cale sent him when he first met Rosalyn and Lock. It wouldn't be completely insane for him to assume they knew each other. that would've looked so bad. oh yeah, this guy who you've never met somehow knew, not only who you were, but where you'd be in order to send me to find you. God the amount of times Cale just gets lucky is insane. He's also insanely unlucky. i Can't decide if the God of Luck loves or hates him.

also don't know if this was the intention but I've always in my head read the "I'm glad you know how to read" bit as sarcastic and throwing shade, especially because he knew before this he could read and because he doesn't offer any further information about who these people are and why Choi Han has to go get them or whatever. i get that it was probably written down on the paper, or maybe he just didn't mention it. It probably wasn't intended but that's how i always read it.

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kheta · 1 year

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Angst OgCale

Cale wakes up at 18 with the memories of himself across all three world. Like him as Cale, him as Kim Roksoo and the memories of KRS!Cale and he’s prepared and happy to leave his life behind bc there’s a world out there meant just for him. Even if it’s a him with a different face. He waits a day. Five days. A week. Goes to the slums to feed two kittens he has no right protecting. A month later he goes to Harris village, a village with all these horrible memories and all these people that his mother loved and he finds a happy community and a happy Choi Han, orphaned young but raised in Harris village not plucked out of another world and into the Forest of Darkness.

Him and Roksoo saved their worlds. There’s no more crossed paths. No more insane, powerful demigods to defeat.

There’s just him. Stuck in a world that has never needed him with people who have proven across three lifetimes that they have never needed him.

Two weeks later the Henituse County has adopted two Cat Tribe children and their eldest Son has just disappeared after a night drinking.

Ron finds himself in the work of hunting down a rebellious little pup and across Roan Kingdom there is a story, of a lone traveller with Golden rings and dark amber eyes. No one really knows who he is, only that he likes to drink and keeps to himself and is always somewhere in the background when chaos happens.

(Alternatively, Cale knows he has no right loving anyone and being loved by anyone. But he spent ten years perfecting being a bratty, trashy person. The least he can do to make up for it is making sure all the people KRSCale cared about are actually safe and happy. Because even without a demigod speeding things along, tragedies made from human circumstances are still bound to occur. But later, when his Hyungs family gets their happy ending, he can get his. Only then will he deserve to disappear from this world like the trash he really is. Maybe if he died he’d get to meet his team again?)

(Og!KRS actually gets to (somewhat) peacefully and obliviously live his slacker life with a family he loves. Y’know, massive trauma put into a little, inescapable box aside. Though the Webnovel he’s reading is getting really weird, weirder than when the author abruptly ended the fifth volume in a cliffhanger and made a sequel. And he’s never been too fond that the main character of the sequel shared his name, made even weirder when his friends names popped up as well. Of course he stuck with it and he thought the end of the second book was pretty satisfying. But the third book is just really sad and prolonged? This whole third/fourth life thing is getting a bit depressing and shouldn’t stories have like. A happily ever after? He’s also kinda worried about how dumb the main character is. Maybe he should start leaving comments on the chapters. This Cale punk really needs a good kick on the back. And a therapist damn. You know someone needs a therapist when he’s the one suggesting it.)

#og cale #cale henituse #kim rok soo #tboah #tcf #ron molan

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nateslehky · 11 months

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⭐ cribbage fic? either part I love them both

below a cut cause it got a lil long :) fic for reference

come into my ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have me select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

so one thing i struggled most with in this fic is the conflict that happens near the end where nate is jealous and a bit a dick about it. because my overall goal for this fic was for it to be lighthearted and silly (it's about cribbage lmfao), but i also wanted the emotions/actions to feel real and authentic, and part of that is nate being an asshole. so this scene, in particular from nate's pov , was interesting to write just because i needed to find that balance of lighthearted-but-still-real-and-believable-emotions-and-actions.

There’s a stirring in Nate’s gut as he sits across from Cale at the restaurant, both of them donning nice clothes while the flickering candles cast the table in a warm glow. [this is the first time in a bit nate and cale have interacted outside of the rink, and nate's struggling with that especially cause cale is ohhhh so cute] Nate can’t help but wonder if this is the outfit Cale would actually wear on a date to a restaurant like this instead of just a team dinner—or Teamsgiving, as Gabe insists on calling it.

He’s in snug dress pants that hug his ass and a soft, cozy cashmere sweater. [there's a lot more detail in this scene from nate's pov vs cale's, and part of that is because i wrote cale's first so i already had something to work with/fill in, but also cale as a narrator is pretty oblivious to what's going on, like that's kinda the whole vibe of the fic. oblivious and in love.] He looks very datable. [i deliberately included this in nate's pov because in cale's pov of this scene, when nate call's him out he thinks 'Especially coming from Nate. Who clearly thinks Cale is undateable on principle.' it's a direct parralell and another indication that these two are sooooooo stupid at telling how the other feels lol]

So much so, that if Nate were to ignore the rest of the team, he could almost pretend he and Cale were on an actual date. That is, if they were actually talking right now. Which they aren’t, not really. [and whose fault is that, nathan?]

Nate’s chest aches. [oh right, yours]

Beside Nate, EJ is ranting about the complexities of whatever absurdly expensive wine he ordered, but it’s going in one ear and out the other. [more about ej later, but i liked adding him into this scene a lot lol]

Nate does try to listen, but he’s too distracted by Cale and the way he is somehow completely oblivious to the fact that the waitress is definitely flirting with him. She laughs at his polite comments, her hand lingering on his arm as she flicks her hair behind her ear. It’s obvious to everyone at the table, except apparently to Cale. [obviously from cale's pov we get that he's oblivious to this. to him, she's just being polite and doing her job, and he is being polite in return. it mirrors the fact that cale is also completely oblivious to nate's feelings towards him, which of course is something nate doesn't even consider in this moment (or ever)]

Nate’s trying—and failing—to ignore it.

“She’s cute, Cale,” says Mikko after the waitress leaves. “If you ask her out, I think she’d be into it.”

Nate stills, gripping the stem of his wine glass harder than he should. Mikko is correct, she definitely would, but that doesn’t mean he has to say that. He slams back a gulp of his wine, ignoring EJ’s instructions on the proper way to taste the intricacies of its flavor.

Cale flushes, embarrassed, color rising high on his cheeks and low down his neck, below the collar of his sweater. [nate thinks cale is blushing because he likes the girl or thinks she's pretty etc etc.... cue ensuing jealousy]

Nate frowns, the wine tasting bitter on his tongue, matching his attitude.

“Cale doesn’t date,” he says before Cale can answer. [from cale's pov, this is the first time we're even made aware of nate in this scene. cale's entirely oblivious to both the waitress and nate and meanwhile it's all nate can think about lol]

Across from him, Cale takes a sip of his wine, then says, “I date.”

Something suffocates Nate’s chest then, his heart squeezing tight. [Even as Nate does this it makes him feel like shit and he's aware of that, but does it anyway cause he's stupid (both in general and about Cale)]

“No, you don’t,” says Nate firmly.

He isn’t sure where this is coming from, this necessity to make it clear that Cale isn’t dating anyone. The urge to press him, goad him into admitting something Nate knows is correct. [nate is incredibly desperate to be correct in this situation and we all know why lol. his actions stem from a fear that he isn't correct and this guy he's been crushing on is actually in love with someone else.]

“Yes, I do,” says Cale immediately, voice firm.

Who the fuck is he taking on dates? He has never once mentioned a girl to Nate or to anyone else, not in the locker room, not during team outings, not anywhere. That is something Nate would definitely remember. [in both povs of this fic, there's moments/line like this that make the reader aware that both these guys are fucking idiots and they're obviously hanging out a lot even though both of them act like they aren't. Nate knows Cale, both as a teammate and as a friend, and besides the obvious jealousy, there's also a sense of hurt because if cale were dating he would've expected cale to have told him, as a friend, because they're friends.]

“All you do is talk about your stupid board game and the books you read and the shit you get from grocery stores.” [again, this line is another indication that they actually talk quite a bit. and nate pays attention to what cale says. and even though he's an asshole about it in this moment, he actually very much enjoys and finds their conversations interesting]

The screech of Cale’s chair as he pushes away from the table causes Nate to flinch, but he sits still, acutely aware that everyone else has fallen silent. EJ glances between Cale and Nate, his wine glass in his hand, looking bewildered. [i adore EJ in this scene and had a lot of fun writing him in. in cale's pov he isn't mentioned at all except for when cale hear's him say "the hell was that" (and doesn't even know it's ej saying it), but adding him into Nate's pov was a lot of fun and i think it helped break-up the asshole-y behavior from nate's internal monologue in a fun way and kept it more light hearted]

Cale grips the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. “I go on plenty of dates, Nate,” he says, his voice shaking slightly. “Just because I don’t talk about them doesn’t mean they don’t happen.” [this is obviously, as we know from cale's pov, a lie. and nate, deep down, knows it is, but there's also a part of him that wonders and latches onto the belief that it isn't]

Momentarily, Nate deflates, feeling as though he kicked a puppy. He hates the look in Cale’s eyes and he hates that he’s the one that caused it, but the whole team is watching them now, and he refuses to back down. [nathan is nothing if not stubborn] He crosses his arms and smirks, but there’s something coiling in his gut, causing him to shift uncomfortably. [even, and often especially, to his own detriment]

Cale storms away, and Nate swallows before delicately grabbing his wine and taking a sip. [he's trying to play it cool. like it's no big deal that cale's dating and that he wasn't just a bit of a dick]

“The hell was that?” asks EJ, breaking the silence that has fallen over the table. [ej's statement, of course, calls out both of these things haha]

that's where cale's pov of this scene ends, but i enjoyed writing this next bit because as a whole, i think the team is both used to and also doesn't put up with nate's shit. so him acting like this, while weird, is not entirely surprising, even if most of them don't know the context

“Yes, Nate,” says Gabe coldly. “What the hell was that?” [gabe obviously does know the context]

Nate shrugs, looking around at the guys, but no one really meets his eyes.

“I’m right. You all know I’m right.” Please tell me I’m right. “Cale doesn’t date.” [this calls back to the beginning of the scene and reminds the reader that nate's doing this out of almost desperation because he's scared the boy he likes not only doesn't like him back, but likes someone else instead]

ok ok i'll call this quits here, but this was so much fun! thank you for sending <3

#answered #my writing #829

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TOTCF FIC (WIP) [Cale × Choi Han]

"Slacker Life. Right?"

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- Chapter 1 [Beta V.] -

×××××(Its a little saucy)×××××

Finally, The white start defeated, the Demon God sealed and everyone is safe and back home. It was finally time to begin that peaceful life Cale had always dreamed of.

Just the final step left... finally address those deep, scorching feelings that have been bubbling below the surface.

Cale has taken advantage of his patience for far too long...

Despite everyone else already being aware, constantly sharing knowing looks and sighs.

Thinking that he was blind to them. Cale doesn't regret waiting and holding back until this moment. Now that all the big obstacles were out of his way.

He's proud that he was able to keep his true feelings a secret (tho perhaps some had figured him out). He could imagine how much more teasing he would've endured had he not been so inscrutable (so he thinks).

He already got enough of it when his friends and family thought he was oblivious to it. Mostly noticeably from the kids who weren't so discreet.

On, being more mature wasnt so blatant about calling him a "foolish human"; but Cale was tired of the way she would stare and him, sigh, and then shake her head as if to say

"Ah, he's so poor/pitiful that he fell in love with this fool who doesn't know anything".

It's not like the other person made their feelings blatantly obvious. But for those close to him, his real feelings were as clear as glass. And once you did, you couldn't unsee it.

His devotion, his admiration, his frustration, and his complete trust that Cale has no idea how he's earned. His family and friends must have truly thought him to be an unfathomable idiot to have not noticed. (Not even mentioning how terrible of an actor he is)

But...

he thought it better to be seen as a dullard than as cruel...

And he did feel cruel.

Because despite how palpable those feelings were and how clear it was to each other, more so than anybody else...

no matter how much they were reciprocated...

they couldn't be acknowledged.

At least not in the usual sense...

Locking eyes, understanding each other without needing words, casual touches, praises, admonishments, and countless times depending on one another, protecting each other, sacrificing themselves for the other.

That ineffable feeling was always present, never absent.

Never unseen or unheard in even the most mundane of expressions or words...

Yes, he felt cruel, he felt guilty.

He was the one forcing them to hold back. There were too many risks, his attention was too divided; there wasn't enough time.

There was too much at stake.

Cale was at fault.

Those weren't valid reasons, none of that mattered in the face of each other.

all that was just excuses, external issues that distracted from the real reason inside himself...

Fear.

Cale was simply afraid,

afraid that the world would take from him again.

Constantly making excuses to play oblivious.

"It's simply a whim, a cliche, he's just confusing his sense of duty, it's just because I'm the closest thing to his home, it filial"

"Because he feels independent to me, if not, why would he... I'm trash? He could do so much better, he's the protagonist.

"I don't deserve it..."

But above all that, Cale was greedy and not even his cowardice and pessimism could win over that. His avarice grew and now he not only wanted his peaceful life...he wanted to have him as well...

No, his peaceful life wouldn't be complete without him

So he planned and schemed and stole, blowing up every physical obstacle that was in his way,

their way...

Cale would flip the whole world upside-down if he had to.

And they were always there.

Patiently waiting and never far from his side but never taking that step over their boundary. Just waiting...

Knowing him he probably never expected to stop waiting, never daring to hope for anything more, content with what he had.

What they had.

But it's not enough to satiate the darkness inside him. Cale knew deep down they weren't as pure as originally thought. There was the voracity of a beast somewhere locked away, shackled by his intense devotion.

Holding back his true feelings, his greed, his...

Desire~

An insatiable feeling that made what they held towards each other distinct, unmistakable. The possessiveness, the jealousy...

The lust

It was scorching him

That instinct, that desire was the only thing they pretended not to see,

or feel.

They had to. Once experienced, it couldn't be swayed away by reason or excuses. Cale truly had to acknowledge what this "affection" was at that moment and that it was more than simply...affection.

Ravenous eyes, causal contact that seemed to last just too long because he didn't want to let go. How was Cale supposed to not notice all these things...

Or how they made him feel.

Even before when he was Roksu he had never experienced that type of desire, always far more concerned with surviving. Even being surrounded by several unparalleled beauties after transmigrating he hadn't felt... attracted to them in that way. Even with his beguiling appearance, the attention it got was appreciated but never reciprocated.

At least until now...

His words were always laced with intention and actions designed to distract him. He began to linger in touches of his own. Cale was better at masking it than he was. Those around them always catch his passionate stares, but not Cale's.

Cale was much more subtle with his...

appreciation...

His usual attitude and aloofness made him harder to read in general. But though friends and family had seen through his" uncaring" exterior, they hadn't caught on when he'd admire the curves or took the opportunity to feel his muscles or appreciate his handsome face.

When Cale would tilt his head ever so slightly, shifting his hips or loosen his clothes deliberately because he knew he was being intensely watched.

Sure it made him feel bad, knowing what he was doing to him, and how others would pity and tease him after. Thinking Cale was oblivious to his effect on him.

But it felt so~ much better to watch him squirm~ and bite to keep that beast-ial part of himself at bay...

But now...

All those things that had been in the way, shackling their inclinations, were blown away.

He was far too powerful for any sort of social propriety to affect him (not to say that it ever had).

So finally he would claim the final piece needed for his leisurely life...

"No need to delay this anymore..."

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Ok this is the draft of the first chapter

Link for info post HERE

I haven't finished the first Season yet [I got to the way to the part where Alberu is a Lion (I felt that was the least spoiler detail) > its also been over a year since I binge read the series so I'm a little foggy on certain details so if I've left some characters out or missed some stuff thats why but I'd appreciate it if no one spoiled anything for me!!!!

Anyway since I'm posting them all at once I'll attack the next chapter's draft HERE!

***Chapter 2 Beta link***

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Visual Parallels

Son Lux & Bad Samaritan + Plotting Characters

You Don’t Know Me (2015) | Extended Trailer (2018)

#mv: mungifs #tatiana maslany #tatmasedit #dtedit #david tennant #sonluxedit #son lux #you don't own me (2015)#bsamaritanedit #bad samaritan (2018)#cale erendreich #ooc #{they rubbing the same hand on the same finger immacryomg}#{and the lighting oh my god}#{she in the light plotting openly as the other is oblivious to his own conversation}#{meanwhile he plotting in the dark while everyone is on edge but still unaware of what's he gonna do next who'll get hit next}#{like and she hides it with a smile but her whole body language is like im gonna kill you}#{while he's like i took out yo pals and yo gals and what you love and now im gonna kill you}#{she taking so much glee but its also her holding back and that ring is just an object in her bigger plan}#{and him him he absently rubbing that weird bone thing on the back of hand is like him going on a memory of why he do this}#{and the posture my chips and crips same head tilt like yo}#{his is stiff and has a sense of no control while she is relaxed and have all the control}#idcomeinthatmouth #{its your movie might as well tag appropriately}#vc: 11 1/2 #anders bernt #tmasedit

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“Trash of the Count’s Family” Review Series: Chapter 5

Trash of the Count’s Family Manhwa: Chapter 5

We start off with Choi Han getting up to follow Cale. Then Cale sees the red kitten affectionately rubbing its head against his leg. He thinks that he doesn't really like cats, but this one is cute. (Tsundere much, Cale?? 😂) He notices Choi Han looking at him, so he pets it "to keep up appearances" (c'mon, Cale, just admit you wanted to pet the adorable little kitten...), much to the disapproval of the silver kitten, which seems more cautious. The cats leave, and so do Cale and Choi Han.

Cale feels Choi Han staring at his back and thinks he's probably evaluating whether he's easy to kill or not. While that's not unlikely – I admit this is the point where I started to realize how hilariously paranoid Cale can be. It's like he's unable to comprehend that people can be – oh I don't know... curious about him, maybe? Or confused?? Which I bet Choi Han would be, in this situation. Cale just randomly came up to him and invited him to a free meal, after all. Cale, honey... learn to read the room, would you??

The image of Choi Han staring looks pretty menacing, though, I'm not gonna lie... If that's how Cale sees everyone all the time, then no wonder he's so paranoid, haha!

They reach the guards at the gate, who start stuttering as Cale approaches – much to Cale's annoyance. Ron greets them inside, and Cale once again thinks of how scary he is (poor Cale, surrounded by such intimidating people...). Meanwhile, Ron and Choi Han exchange looks, and judging by the colorful visual representation of the moment, it is not the friendly kind. The image looks really cool, and Cale thinking "am I hallucinating, or is there a weird spark between them?" makes the whole thing even better; Ron and Choi Han just became bitter enemies, while Cale is completely oblivious to the meaning behind their staring contest. To me this three-way exchange is hilarious, for several reasons:

It's quite easy to figure out that despite Cale's paranoia over meeting Choi Han – who was supposed to beat up OG Cale in the novel – the current Choi Han seems to look favorably at Cale. Now, he's just entered his benefactor's home. Ron is an assassin; and Choi Han can tell, since he's a Sword Master. Seeing such a dangerous individual by Cale's side – who by all appearances seems unaware of Ron's identity – activated his protective instincts.

On the other side there's Ron, believing the same of Cale; probably thinking that Cale has no idea how dangerous this stranger he just brought home with him is. His "Intruder!!!" instincts are probably blaring loudly in alarm.

And then there's Cale, convinced that either of them could murder him at any moment. Meanwhile, the two fighters are quite ready to murder each other – in order to protect Cale.

In other words: it's the first misunderstanding of this chapter and I'm already struggling to keep my laughter in check. This novel really is comedy gold 🤣

Ron asks Cale what is going on, and offers to handle the guest for him. Cale declines, oblivious to the fact that Ron is probably worried. (A quick "no-eyes" shot from Ron, but honestly it looks fine to me; 0/5 awkwardness rating.) Cale declines, thinking it should be fine now, since he let Choi Han and Ron meet: now the plot of "The Birth of a Hero" (TBOAH for short) should be back on track, allowing them to become companions later. (Mmm... I wouldn't be so sure about that, darling...)

He comes across Hans, who is introduced as the Deputy Butler responsible for Cale's well-being. Hans is happy to see Cale back, "even after drinking alcohol", implying that usually he has to look for him to bring him back. Cale brings the bottle in his hand in front of him with a sharp gesture, making it seem as if he's about to throw it. Hans freaks out, expecting it to happen. But much to his surprise, Cale simply tells him to put it away, promising to "actually throw it at him next time". (I have a strange feeling he won't keep that promise though, lol...) Then he leaves, much to Hans' consternation.

Cale enters "Kitchen #2" to find another member of Choi Han's party from TBOAH: Ron Molan's son named Beacrox – or Vicross, depending on translation. I'll be using the names used in the Manhwa, so I'm sticking with Beacrox.

Beacrox is "another terrifying guy", according to Cale, as this master chef is actually also a torture expert and a proficient fighter. In TBOAH, when he saw Choi Han beating up OG Cale, he was amazed by his skills and decided to follow him. Cale is planning on having Beacrox follow Choi Han this time as well, so that both the son and the father leave with the protagonist. So he tells Beacrox to give Choi Han something to eat.

Beacrox doesn't seem keen on the suggestion (I really like his design: very cold-looking and professional, just fitting for his character). However, Cale repeats the order, so Beacrox agrees with a sigh. Cale smirks, convinced that everything's going according to plan. There's a cute bowling pin image of the trio and I adore that visual metaphor: especially since the pins are actually standing still, implying that Cale in fact has missed his mark, even though he doesn't realize it.

Cale says he's also hungry, and just to act extra "trashy", he adds that it has to be high-quality (as if they would feed the son of a Count anything else, Cale! 😂). Then he promptly compliments Beacrox's cooking, completely ruining the act. Becacrox looks confused as Cale calls him an amazing chef (probably to promote him to Choi Han as a valuable party member to get rid of him easier, lol), since OG Cale probably never did that – as we remember from a couple chapters back, when Count Deruth expected Cale to say that the food tastes like garbage. We have yet another misuderstanding on our hands and I'm living for it ❤️

Hans asks Cale what should he do about the Choi Han (another "no-eyes" shot, but it's also good-looking so I don't mind), who stands in the background looking small and confused – the poor man. Cale orders the butler to take care of him as his guest, leaving Hans staring after him with a thoughtful expression.

Next we see Hans reporting to the Count about his son's activites of the day. He asks if they should put a tail on him, but Deruth says there's no need: as long as Cale stays in the city, they should just keep observing him and bring reports as usual. Count Deruth dismisses Hans and starts thinking how Cale has changed, giving us a very nice image of his face up close. End chapter.

Maybe it was just me, but I think this was the funniest chapter so far. Maybe without context it isn't half as funny to the average reader, but it was interesting to say the least (especially visually). Cale's plans are coming into motion: except it is not at all the motion that he's predicting. It's going to be great 😄

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Nothin’ Like You ~ Cale Makar

In honor of reaching over 200 followers, here is a song fic based on Dan and Shay’s Nothin’ Like You. I have a few requests in my inbox that I will be working on. If you have any, feel free to send them in using this prompt! Thank you for 200!!!

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I remember when I first met you Sipping coffee in a corner booth You were twirling your hair And I just had to stare For a minute or two

Cale was with Tyson and J.T. after practice one Wednesday afternoon. The three of them decided to stop and get some coffee as it was a cold winter day outside. They were waiting in line talking about something E.J. had said earlier that day when Cale’s eyes landed on you in the back corner by a window. You had a cup of coffee and were staring at your laptop, completely oblivious to the world around you. He couldn’t help but stare as you wound and un-wound a strand of hair around your finger, every so often stopping to type something. Tyson kept talking as J.T. realized their defenseman was completely distracted by something. Following his line of sight, he chuckled. “See something you like? Or someone?” he chirped his teammate. Cale started to turn red as he looked away from you.

“I thought maybe I knew her,” he muttered. Tyson had stopped his monologue and was paying attention also now. He looked over as you had your head buried in a book, slowly typing something out.

“How did she carry all those books?” he asked with a slight laugh. Cale had noticed the numerous books you had scattered around the table. Didn’t people just do their research online now? “You like studious girls Makar?” Tyson elbowed him.

I was laughing at your stack of books Then you shot me that smile Hey beautiful girl, in your own little world Let me in it

“Man shut up,” Cale said turning on his friend. Unknowingly to them though, you had actually heard all the commotion. It was why you enjoyed doing your research in coffee shops; the garbled noises made it easier for you to concentrate. This doesn’t mean that you had heard what they said exactly, but who could really miss three hockey players walking into a small coffee shop in the middle of the week.

You looked up right as Cale was glancing back over at you. As you locked eyes, you sent him a shy smile and looked back down, trying to focus on your work again. Of course you knew who they were, all of Denver practically did. You were just an overstressed grad student with too many deadlines coming up though; he was probably just looking around the place.

The three of them ordered their coffees, and Cale noticed that you had looked sadly at your cup after taking a sip. He walked up to the counter and got the attention of the barista. “What did that girl in the corner order?” he asked, and was told it was a caramel latte. “I’ll take one of those too,” Cale said, paying for a second coffee. J.T. gave Tyson a look before he could say anything as they watched Cale walk over to you with two coffee cups.

You got all of my attention And you ain't even trying Yeah, you're my kind of different And I never seen nothin'

Nothin' like you

“Um hi. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you could use this,” Cale said, announcing his presence at your table. You looked up, slightly startled as you had been engrossed in a thought you had while typing out your research. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled nervously.

“No, you’re fine! Sorry, I had a train of thought going,” you sputtered out just as nervous as him. “Thank you, that’s very kind. What do I owe you?” you asked, instinctively reaching for your wallet. Cale shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said, trying to think of what the guys on the team might say in this situation. “Your number maybe?” he made a face like he couldn’t believe he just said that, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Um, sure, yeah,” you squeaked out, writing your number on a piece of notebook paper and ripping it out to give to him. “I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

“Cale,” he said, taking the paper from you. He was about to ask what you were doing when Tyson called out to him.

“Makar, are you coming?” Cale turned toward his friends who had big, goofy grins on their faces watching the interaction. You blushed slightly at the thought of others watching you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll text you,” he stuttered out, putting your number into his pocket. You smiled softly at him and nodded.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you said and he smiled at you.

“My pleasure.”

Shades on spinning in a summer rain Dancing when there ain’t no music Just the right kind of crazy, baby

Cale had texted you like he said he would that same evening. You honestly weren’t expecting it, but felt completely giddy when you saw the unknown number and read his message. He explained that he would be gone on a road trip with the Avs for the next week, but would like to take you to dinner when he got back. You accepted and plans were made; the two of you talking regularly throughout the week getting to know each other better.

The Avs returned home on Thursday, and a few hours later Cale was at your apartment knocking on your door. He had brought you flowers and you couldn’t help but smile at the kind gesture. The two of you made your way to dinner, talking the whole time. He had just finished telling you a funny story from the trip, beaming at the giggle he had enticed from you when your food arrived. As you looked down at your plate, you started moving your head and shoulders in an excited fashion. “Are you dancing?” Cale questioned you with a chuckle. You stopped immediately.

“Oh my gosh, sorry. I tend to have a happy dance with food. It’s a weird family thing. I don’t even realize I do it until it’s pointed out to me,” you rambled on, face turning red. Cale shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry. I though it was cute,” he said in a low tone. You smiled and giggled nervously; Cale deciding then and there that he wanted to continue seeing that smile for as long as you would let him.

Something about you Rocking that rock 'n roll t-shirt Whole party dressed up But you just doin’ your thing Ain't nobody ever seen nothin' like you

You were working on your research the following Friday night, having the game on in the background. Cale had taken you out to dinner once more since your first date, and the two of you had been nonstop texting. The Avs had won, Cale scoring that night. After the game you were about to text him a ‘congratulations’ when your phone started to ring, the caller ID showing it was him. “Congratulations!” you said as you answered and heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Thanks Y/N. Hey, what are you doing tonight?” he asked, and you heard a few wolf whistles behind him with muttered ‘shut ups’ coming from the defenseman.

“I’ve just been working on my research since I got out of class earlier. Why?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Come out with us. We’re all going out to celebrate,” he said in a more hushed tone, and you could imagine him trying to avoid the whole locker room from hearing.

“Cale, I would love to but I’m not dressed to go out,” you said.

“Who cares. Please? I would like you to come,” he pleaded with you ever so slightly. You looked down at your outfit, deciding it wouldn’t take much to put on some jeans quickly. Your Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt didn’t look terrible at least.

“Text me the address,” you said into the phone, and you could hear the excitement in Cale’s voice as he said he would.

When you're wearing them worn out jeans Purple untied shoestrings You're a light in the dark And you're stealing my heart like a gypsy

Showing up to the bar, you became a little self-conscious. Maybe you should have changed? The second Cale spotted you though, he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. The front of your band tee was tucked into your ripped black jeans, your white converse showing years of wear as they were no longer exactly white and the shoelaces were frayed at the ends. Cale knew you were probably stressed with your research, and yet you still had the softest smile and a sparkle in your eyes when you found him in the crowd. “You made it,” he whispered into your hair as he hugged you close. He felt you giggle into his chest.

“Couldn’t let you down,” you answered simply. Cale smiled at you and took your hand, leading you over to a table where some of the team was sitting.

“Coffee shop girl!” A slightly tipsy Tyson shouted.

“Oh my God,” Cale muttered as you giggled. You were introduced to everyone as you took a seat between Cale and someone he called Gravy.

“So what is your research on?” Gabriel Landeskog asked when you said you were a grad student at the University of Denver.

“The archaeology of Zoroastrianism,” you said, and caught many blank stares.

“Zoro what?” Andre asked.

“It’s an ancient Persian religion. Today’s modern practices of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism all have common ties to it,” you briefly explained.

“Wait, that was the religion Freddie Mercury practiced,” Sam Girard commented, looking interested. You nodded.

“That’s how most people have heard of it now,” you responded.

“What is your research trying to say about it?” he asked.

“So I’m basically writing a big literature review to make sure it is preserved in the archaeological record. It was the first dualistic religion in a time where civilizations had their pantheons to believe in. It spread with the Persian conquest, but no one they conquered was ever forced to convert to it. Now it’s a rare religion to come across, and their numbers keep getting smaller. With it being one of the oldest organized religions, it needs to be preserved and the traditions documented before we lose it all through modernization attempts.” To you, your explanation was simple and one that you had said many times whenever asked what you were studying. It seemed you had impressed the table though, and you slightly blushed as a few questions started flying your way. You didn’t notice Cale softly smiling at you while you talked about a topic that you loved so much; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. His teammates noticed though, and boy were they going to give it to him at practice.

I love the way that you kiss me In front of everybody So baby come and kiss me They ain't ever seen nothin'

Nothin' like you

The following day at practice, the guys were giving Cale crap for how head over heels he seemed for you. The fact he hadn’t kissed you yet was another source of ridicule. Everyone who had met you ended up adoring you within the time span that you spent with them at the bar; and they could easily see that their defenseman was taken by you as his cheeks would turn red at the mention of your name. They were all happy for him, but that didn’t mean the chirping would stop.

They had another home game to play the following day, and Gabe convinced Cale to invite you and have you sit with Mel and Linnea. Later that day Cale went to your apartment and handed you his jersey, asking you to be there for the game. You couldn’t say no to him, not that you wanted to anyways. That Sunday you put on the jersey and headed to the stadium. Meeting Mel at the front, you quickly got along and enjoyed the game. The Avs came out victorious again, and you followed the captain’s wife to the locker rooms. You stepped aside as Gabe made his way over to his wife, feeling a little out of place. Luckily for you, Cale wasn’t far behind.

He didn’t know if it was from the guys comments or seeing you in his jersey, but one second he was smiling widely at you, then the next his lips were on yours and his hands on your waist. Without a second thought, you kissed him back, your hands holding his face to yours. You were both grinning ear to ear as you separated, chirps flying all around but all in good nature. Giggling, you hid your face in Cale’s chest as his face turned bright red.

Shades on spinning in a summer rain Dancing when there ain’t no music Just the right kind of crazy, baby Something about you Rocking that rock 'n roll t-shirt Whole party dressed up But you just doing your thing Ain't nobody ever seen nothin' like you, yeah

A year had passed and you were at the end of your grad program. You were set to present your research at the graduate fair, having been selected to present your research on behalf of your department. The Avs were scheduled to be flying back home that day, but Cale wasn’t sure if he would be there in time to see you present. You told him that it was fine, that you understood; and you really did. He was hell bent on making it though. You weren’t that surprised when you saw Cale sneaking into the back of the auditorium. What did surprise you was that half the team had followed him in. Having become good friends with them, they wanted to be there to support you too. As your name was announced, you swear you had the loudest applause.

You calmly presented your research, smiling at Cale when you finished and a few questions were thrown your way. Having worked so hard, the questions were simple to answer. Finding Cale afterward, he took your poster from you and the two of you made your way to his apartment so he could unpack from the trip. Changing into some leggings and one of his shirts, you showed him the bound copy of your 105 page thesis. He was so proud of you and couldn’t help but share the cover on his Insta story. The two of you cuddle and slept better that night then you had in a while. For him it was being back home with you, and you finally had the stress of your research gone since the first time you met him.

Nothin' like you Shades on spinning in a summer rain Dancing in the rain no music Nothin' like you Rocking that rock 'n roll t-shirt Whole party dressed up But you just doing your thing Ain't nobody ever seen nothin' like you, yeah

Once you graduated, Cale asked you to move in with him. You had secured a job at a museum as a curator in their Antient History section. Setting up an exhibit all morning, you met up with Cale at the same coffee shop you had met at two years prior later that day. “Sorry I’m late” you muttered to Cale as you found him. He smiled and gave you a quick kiss.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I already put your order in,” he said as you sat across from him, taking a sip of the coffee he got you.

“You know me so well,” you hummed with a giggle, the caramel latte tasting sweet. Cale grinned at you.

“Technically, your coffee order was the first thing I learned about you, so I better get that right,” he chuckled. “That and you seemed like a huge nerd.” You faked offense, but laughed anyway.

“It was all those books that got you. I knew my tactic of sitting in a coffee shop would work for me one day,” you winked at him.

“It did. I’d never seen nothing like you,” he grinned, reaching into his pocket to take out a small velvet jewelry box.

Never seen, never seen nothin' like you Ain't never seen anything like you Mmm Never seen nothin' like you

Tagging: @yeahcalesy @avsfans95 @tysojost

#nhl imagines #nhl x reader #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #cale makar imagine #cale makar x reader #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl imagine

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princesstillyenna · 3 years

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Previously Tyler anon!

First I laughter at your valiant efforts to keep porn out of the gcu, and that carter and cale are determined to thwart you at every corner, and imagine that’s how EJ feels at knowing his precious wish baby owns a tentacle shaped vibrater (also is he trying to find a way to fine josty for setting them up in the first place, just because EJ be petty like that?”

But also possible story arcs for Tyler?

Like obviously he has tunnel vision for Jamie but down the line there’s an adorable baby goalie on his team?

OR,

There’s like another disaster bisexual that’s needs his guidance and he takes like a life coach role,

BUT ALSO there is another person in the gcu that is in love with their captain and blinded by shitty things they may or may not do, who’s hookup to get over said captain keeps bailing on him for his new captain and German teammate (Tyson/Tyler rare pair)

OK BUT NONNIE YOU ARE ONTO SOMETHING WITH THAT LAST ONE AND NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK YOU ARE Because, there IS another person in the GC who is in love with their captain... but I'm not talking about Tyson... (I love the way you described Gabe as Tyson's captain there, it did make me do a double take of "since when is Tyson Barrie in love with Davo") BUT NO. I AM TALKING ABOUT CLOUDER

IN LOVE WITH THE CAPTAIN. WHO IS LIKE. SO OBLIVIOUS.

Yes, we need more tyler and cloudy mentorship. That would be beautiful.

Going back up the ask, EJ would not fine josty for setting up calecarter, BECAUSE he actually kind of adores the fact that they're together and truthfully, he thinks it's kinda cool that they have an awesome adventurous sex life, he's just really into the whole "Being Cale's Dad" thing (in a non sexy way, definitely Dad not Daddy ok?) and is like, "I'M GONNA GROUND YOU FOR HAVING SEX" because he feels like that's a Dad™ thing to do.

Also he totally bullied Carter into telling him about the ridiculous websites so he could buy Paul a horse cock dildo for his birthday as a joke present. They're both terrified of it though so it's never been used, but he laughed until he cried when Paul opened it. Currently it's being used to torment rookies with by hiding it in their lockers at the rink.

#group chat shit #gcu #paul

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typical-simplelove · 4 years

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Dancing Around Feelings (T. Jost)

Summary: Four times you dragged Tyson to the dance with you and One time he dragged you to dance with him. Or, one time you danced, three times you danced and almost kissed, and one time you danced and finally kissed.

Author’s note: I absolutely love Tyson now and I thought this idea would fit him best. Let me know what you thought!

Warnings: maybe one curse word?

Word Count: 5.6k

One

You were by no means a professional dancer or a good dancer. You just knew that when there is a time and place, it doesn’t hurt to shake your body just a little bit. Sometimes, dancing is also a vital part of certain social events. For example, this social event. You were at a Colorado Avalanche charity gala and you couldn’t help but look sad as you watched everyone around you get up to dance to the slow song. You were tagging along as Tyson Jost’s date, a date who was just a friend. You and Tyson were good friends, best friends at that. If one was having a bad day, the other would always be the one to comfort the other. Sometimes, Tyson knew you better than you knew yourself. It didn’t take much for Tyson to make you laugh. Throughout your friendship with Tyson, you knew you could count on him and he could do the same. That is how you ended up being Tyson’s date to this charity gala.

“Tyson, Yn, you need to dance,” Gabe Landeskog said to you and Tyson. Tyson laughed. He was by no means a dancer. He would rather not. “I’m not asking you to dance, I am telling you to dance to show off for the investors and season ticket holders.” As Gabe walked away, you looked at Tyson; he had an unreadable look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Tyson?” you tease. “Can’t dance?”

“No,” he replies. “It’s not that.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him willing him to explain himself to you.

“Isn’t slow dancing kind of romantic? I mean, we are just friends so isn’t dancing kind of overstepping the boundaries just a bit?” Tyson is quick to say. Your smile fades. Despite the “just friends” logo on the two of you, you couldn’t help but wish that you were more. You wanted to kiss him, stroke your hand through his hair, and love him freely. His words, though, confirmed that your feelings were unrequited.

“I guess,” you reply glumly. You really wanted to dance with Tyson. You wanted to be close to him. You wanted to feel his hands sitting on your waist guiding you to move with him and the music. You looked up and saw Gabe eyeing you to get Tyson up to dance. You sighed. He caught on to your feelings for Tyson and constantly insisted that Tyson felt the same way. He didn’t. Tyson just wanted you as a friend. Nothing else. However, you knew that Tyson had to dance because he plays for the Avalanche and the players had to put up a facade for the season ticket holders.

“Come on,” you tell Tyson, getting up. You grab his hand and pull him from his seat. “Yes, it’s quite romantic to dance but you have a duty you need to fulfill. I think you need to dance regardless if you want to do it or not.”

Tyson nods to what you have to say but barely meets your eye. This was weird for him. Tyson always looked you in the eye whenever you talked. You once asked him about it; he replied by saying that everyone deserves the respect of someone looking them in the eyes as they talked.

When you and Tyson got to the dance floor and you put your hands around Tyson’s neck, you laughed at him. He looked lost. His hands were stuck at his sides, he wasn’t moving, and he could barely look at you. In order to save you both from the awkward situation, you decided to take the lead knowing that Tyson wasn’t going to be the one to do so.

“Put your hands on my waist and close up the large space between us,” you instruct Tyson, trying to ignore the red growing on your face. Once Tyson did as instructed, you slowly began to sway to the slow song playing over the speakers. Tyson, still, was lost and didn’t move. “Tyson, you have to move as well.”

Tyson doesn’t respond. All he can focus on is your hands behind his neck lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You also should look at me,” you tell Tyson with a laugh. Your best friend’s manner was confusing to you. He was always confident around you and never failed to have the words. You would have thought that he would have cracked at least four jokes by now.

It wasn’t you that took him out of his trance, it was Cale. Cale walked up to you and Tyson and said, “Because Tyson can’t seem to dance, let me dance with you Yn. You deserve to dance with someone who knows what they are doing.”

Cale has his suspicions about your feelings towards Tyson but never addressed them properly with you. However, he knows that Tyson reciprocates the feelings, but Tyson is oblivious to his feelings towards you. However, Cale’s words to you and the feeling of you slowly pulling away hit Tyson like a truck.

“No, she’s dancing with me,” Tyson says aggressively with an undertone of jealousy in his voice. He pushes Cale away from you and finally begins to sway with you and the music. You can’t help but smile. Maybe for one night, you can pretend that you and Tyson are more than just friends.

You failed to realize the look that everyone on the team was giving you and Tyson. The both of you were oblivious to the very obvious and painstakingly clear feelings between the two of you.

As you were dancing with Tyson, you realized that dancing with him might be the one thing that might make you snap over the edge and have to tell him how you truly feel.

Two

“C’mon Tyson,” you plead. “Please? For me?”

“No, Yn,” Tyson objects. “I’m not dancing with you. The charity gala is the only dancing you are ever going to get out of me.”

You laugh in response knowing that you were going to dance with him at some point that night but also blushing at the memory of the charity gala. Tyson was at your place that night. You decided to bake cookies that night but needed more brown sugar for the cookies and called Tyson to go buy some brown sugar for you. When he brought the sugar, he plopped himself down on a stool on the counter and stayed. Not that you minded. However, the quite extensive feelings of the domestic life you wanted with Tyson made your stomach churn and you fall more in love.

Currently playing was one of your favorite songs blasting through your portable speakers and you absolutely wanted Tyson to dance with you. You decided, once again, screw what he said. You wanted to dance with Tyson and he was going to dance with you whether or not he wanted to. You stepped away from the counter and went to start the song from the start; you walked over to Tyson, grabbed his hand and pulled him off the stool he was sitting on. You brought him to the empty space where the counter and stove met and began to dance with him. You were holding both his hands and dancing to the sound and singing the lyrics. You probably looked ridiculous, but you knew that Tyson wasn’t going to say anything to you.

“What are you doing, Ynn?” Tyson amusingly asked.

“Do you want to guess, Tys?” you asked flirtatiously.

Tyson caught onto the light and flirty tone in your voice so he decided to get in on it, too. He let go of one of your hands and laughed when you whined at the loss of contact. Using the one hand he already had on yours, he twirled you around causing you to giggle like a maniac. This is what you wanted. The only thing you would have wished was that Tyson would kiss you. Your thoughts were interrupted by Tyson loudly offkey singing to the song. You couldn’t help but giggle even more. This man-child was going to be the death of you.

When the current song playing switched to a slower song, you were about to let go of Tyson’s grasp when he held onto your hands tighter.

“No way, Ms. Yln,” Tyson teases. “You pulled me to dance in your kitchen, you are getting the whole experience.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Ok, then, Mr. Jost. Wow me.”

The tension in the room immediately thickened as Tyson pulled you closer to him and moved his hands to your waist and gripped you firmly so that you could both move in sync. As the song continued, you and Tyson both gazed at each other and kept swaying to the music. Abruptly, Tyson dropped his hands from your waist. Your smile dropped, but then reemerged when Tyson grabbed on your hands and twirled you around. He did it again; however, this time, instead of putting you in a position with your front towards him, your back was to him. Tyson used this as an opportunity to pull you into him and your back was right up against him. You could feel Tyson’s strong abdominal muscles through his shirt and just that allowed for your face to begin to grow red. His arms were wrapped around your waist and your hands were on top of his. His head was balanced on top of yours and you could feel his heartbeat on the back of your head.

You both continued to dance to the music as the song continued. As the song was reaching towards the end, Tyson twirled you around again. This time, he didn’t put you in one of the two of the same positions as before. He kept one hand in yours and one hand wrapped around your waist. Your breath caught in your throat as he dipped you down as you’ve seen in many Hallmark movies. You didn’t fear that Tyson would drop you because you knew that Tyson had a strong grip on you. When he brought you back up, he didn’t let go of you. He brought his hands to wrap around your waist and he brought you so close to him that a needle wouldn’t be able to make it through to the other side. As you both continued to sway to the final notes of the song, both of your heads started getting close together. Tyson’s eyes continued to flick between your lips and your eyes. Just as his lips were ghosting yours, the timer on the oven for the cookies broke the trance you were both in.

You both jumped away from each other and you went to go get the cookies out of the oven.

Tyson was about to kiss you and you were going to let him. Tyson Jost, your best friend who you were in love with, was going to kiss you and you were going to let him. Your face was so red that you were sure that it could have melted a block of ice in seconds if you tried.

“Are they ready? The cookies, I mean.” Tyson asks with hesitation. He was going to kiss you and you weren’t pulling away. If it weren’t for the timer, Tyson would have kissed you revealing the true feelings you have for each other. Tyson was going to kiss you and you were going to let him kiss you.

“Yeah. They’re just hot so don’t eat one just quite yet, Tys.” You teased him. Normally, when the cookies were ready, Tyson would wrap his hands around your waist and nuzzle his face into your neck softly asking if the cookies were ready. He didn’t do that this time. Figures, considering you both almost kissed in your kitchen.

With your playful remark just seconds before, Tyson understood that the two of you weren’t going to address the kiss and therefore followed your lead. Despite this, he so desperately wanted to talk to you about the kiss.

Who knew that dancing would lead to you and Tyson almost kissing and fessing up about your feelings for each other?

Three

The events of the night baking cookies went untalked about and you and Tyson went back to normal. Despite this, there was always a level of tension that couldn’t be erased and everyone noticed. You and Tyson couldn’t quite always look each other in the eye anymore. Tyson was more touchy with you when he was sober. Everyone thought you both finally hooked up; however, when prompted with that, you both turned bright red but shook your head. So, if you didn’t hook up, then what was with the very obvious sexual tension?

You didn’t tell anyone and Tyson, very obviously, didn’t tell anyone.

This is how you ended up with you watching as JT tried to get Tyson to talk to this beautiful blonde. You were green with jealousy. The only consolation was that Tyson was oblivious to her advances and he very much didn’t want to talk or dance with her. Some of the others at your table were egging you on to “go save your man.”

“Go, save him,” Mel says to you seriously. “He doesn’t want to talk to her. He’ll talk to you. Then, maybe you two can figure out what in the world is going on between you two.”

You nod, not trusting your words not to spill how you truly feel.

You walk over to Tyson, put on a genuine smile, and wrap your arm around his waist. “Hey Tys, you owe me a dance.”

Tyson looked so gracious to have you save him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to dance with you, but you left no room for any kind of argument as you apologized to the blonde and led Tyson to the dance floor. Just as the two of you were getting onto the dance floor, a slow song began to play throughout the club. Okay then, this was how it was going to be. You and Tyson were going to slow dance. Thankfully, this time, Tyson knew what he was doing and didn’t freeze up.

When Tyson’s hands landed on your waist, your breath caught in your throat. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tyson and he shot you a wink along with a smirk. You shook your head in response. You were both very close to each other. Not as close as when you almost kissed but also much closer than the night of the charity gala.

“Thank you for saving me,” Tyson says softly.

“Of course, Tys,” you murmur. “You always save me from creeps. It’s probably my turn to repay the favor.”

Tyson nods. “Not sure if she qualifies to be in the same category, but thanks.”

You both continue to dance to the song. As the song went on, you and Tyson, once again, failed to see the looks that his teammates and significant others were throwing at you. On top of that, everyone failed to see that the blonde who Tyson ditched was slowly making her way over to you and Tyson plotting her revenge.

As the song got closer to the end, you and Tyson subconsciously got closer together, as close as the night of the almost kiss in your kitchen. Tyson kept on flicking his eyes back and forth between your eyes and lips. He was so ready to kiss you. There was nothing he wanted more. Just as the final line of the song was playing, Tyson leaned down and his lips brushed against yours. You were about to place your lips on his when out of nowhere you felt a wet drip go down your back. You shrieked and backed away. Tyson looked hurt thinking you shrieked because you almost kissed.

When you turned around to try to figure out who did that to you, Tyson saw the wetness on your shirt.

“What the hell was that for?” you screech at the blonde. You knew it was her. She was conspicuously close to you, had an empty glass in her hand, and a smirk on her face that you wanted to rip off her face. She very deliberately ruined your chance to kiss Tyson.

“It was an accident,” she replied innocently but with an undertone of bitchy to her voice.

“Whatever,” you reply. All you wanted was to go home. You exited out of the club with Tyson hot on your heels.

“Here,” Tyson says whilst offering you his jacket once you were both outside. “Your shirt is all wet. Why don’t you put the jacket on and then take the shirt off so as not to get sick?”

Your heart melted as his thoughtfulness and you couldn’t be made at anyone anymore. You took his jacket and zipped it up, somehow maneuvering your wet shirt off.

“Can I get your pants too? They’re also kind of wet, too.” You tease Tyson.

“Let me buy you dinner first before I’m losing my pants,” Tyson flirts back to you. This was how it was, you were both, once again, going to ignore the fact that you were almost going to kiss.

“Oh my goodness!” Mel yells to you. “Ynn, are you ok? Gosh, that woman is rude.” With her words, Mel eyes you up and down noticing that you ditched your shirt and are now wearing Tyson’s jacket zipped up. She was about to make a comment but decided against it, for right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. I’m just going to head home now.”

“Ok, let me know when you get home safely.”

“No need, I’ll go with you.” Tyson interjects.

“Thanks, Tys,” you reply, smiling up at him. Tyson turns red with your smile. Everyone around you gives each other looks like “they are so oblivious” that go completely unnoticed by you and Tyson.

On the uber ride back to your apartment, all you kept thinking about was that Tyson, again, was going to kiss you while you were dancing but got interrupted, again. Maybe this was for a reason? Maybe you and Tyson weren’t meant to kiss, ever. This thought frightened you. You decided just to ignore it and cuddle into Tyson’s side seeking the warmth he always gave to you. When his arm snaked around you, you knew that you and Tyson would kiss when the time was right. It would undoubtedly happen, right?

Four

“So, you mean to tell me that you and Tyson have danced together three times and all three times, something romantic happened?” Mel questions.

“No, that’s not what I’m telling you. I’m telling you that something romantic happened the past two times. And the romantic something was almost kissing. I have no idea where you got something happening the first time.” you reply, trying to clear the air.

“Because something did happen!” Mel says completely ignoring the other part of your reply. “He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.”

“No, he wasn’t. And please don’t argue with me. I’d rather talk about the almost kisses. How am I supposed to face him today at Linnea’s birthday party?”

“The same way you faced him before.”

“But it’s different now?”

“How is it any different now?”

“Because, now it’s two times. And one time is an accident. Two times is on purpose.”

“Don’t you want to kiss him?” Mel questions.

“Yeah,” you say barely audible.

“I’m sorry, can you please say that again? I didn’t quite hear you.” Mel eggs you on in a joking way. You don’t reply. “I’m sorry. Mommy brain. You are going to have to speak louder.”

You, again, don't say anything. “C’mon Yn. The first step to facing your problems is acknowledging what they are.” She gives you a suggestive look and you know that she isn’t going to drop the subject.

“Fine! I want Tyson to kiss me!” you loudly reply, probably more loudly then you should have. Mel smiles in satisfaction.

“Whoa, chill Yn. We get that you’re in love with Tyson and want to sleep with him but you don’t have to scream it loudly, especially with my daughter in the house.” Gabe says from the entry way into the kitchen jokingly covering his daughter’s ears.

“What is Yn saying that she shouldn’t say in front of your daughter?” Mikko asks teasingly knowing exactly what it is.

“Nothing, and how do you get I want Tyson to kiss me and connect it with I want him to sleep with me?” you ask, confused about the assumption that was made.

“It’s obvious. You want to sleep with him.” Gabe says.

“Who wants to sleep with whom?” JT asks, entering into the conversation at an awkward time.

You’re about to brush off the question with a nothing when Mikko pipes up with, “Yn is finally admitting she wants to sleep with Tyson.”

“I never said that! I said I wanted to kiss Tyson, not sleep with him. C’mon, Mel, back me up.” you defend yourself. Mel doesn’t say anything; she gives you a suggestive look. “Really? You too?”

The conversation is immediately interrupted when Tyson is heard entering into the house.

“This ends here. No one says a word about anything or I am never talking to any of you.” you tell the group of people.

Your ultimatum is given back with comical looks. “Fine, you say something, I am never baking for any of you ever again.”

With your next ultimatum, everyone agrees not to say anything to Tyson or bring it up again. The murmuring ends when Tyson walks in and wraps his arms around you in a greeting. The suggestive looks keep on coming. This is going to be a long day.

…

Linnea’s birthday party is a few hours in when people start dancing. At first, it was Mel and Gabe dancing with Linnea bringing out her shrieks of happiness. Eventually, more and more people began dancing. The two people that the team noticed that weren’t dancing were Tyson and Yn; the both of you both sitting at opposite ends of the backyard. JT takes a break from dancing to approach you.

“Yn, you should go and bring Tyson out to dance. Here, no one will interrupt you if you both decide to finally kiss. And, a plus is that Gabe and Mel would love to give you a spare room for you and Tyson to finally release all of the sexual tension.”

“Oh my goodness, shut up!” you say, accusatory but comical. Tyson heard your remark and instantly went over to try to save you from his teammate.

“Harassing Yn, I see?” Tyson says joking.

“That’s what you see? Not the loving lo--- ow!” JT is cut short when you kick him in the leg. He glares at you and you just glare right back at him.

“Ok, this is weird. You good, Ynn?” Tyson asks, obviously confused.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say. “Hey Tys?”

Tyson perks up.

“Come dance with me?” you ask.

“I’d say no but you’re going to drag me -- what is he doing?” Tyson thought it interrupted when JT abruptly ran away from you two and over to the person who is controlling the music.

“Ignore him, come on, let’s dance.”

The minute the two of you reach the makeshift dance floor, a slow song comes on. You instantly realize that this is why JT abruptly ran away from you and Tyson. You both aren’t dancing as close together knowing that this is a child’s birthday party. However, the tension between the two of you is obvious. Throughout the song, though, you and Tyson do get closer together and stand as close together as you did back the first time you both almost kissed. Tyson’s hands leave your waist and are cupping your face. He begins stroking your cheek with his thumb. You decided this is one of your favorite ways for him to touch you. He stops brushing your cheek and leans down to kiss you. His nose touches yours and you giggle bashfully. His face turns red in response; he leans back and goes in to try to do it a second time properly. He is about to kiss you, for real this time, when he hears:

“Look! Those grown ups are going to kiss!!” a child shrieks, causing everyone to look at you and both of you to pull away, groaning, without a kiss.

Mel rushes up to you, apologizing about her niece. You both tell her it’s ok and that it’s fine. It truly is. However, you both desperately wanted to kiss.

Maybe you both aren’t meant to kiss, then.

One

After dancing four times and three almost kisses, you were giving up on ever kissing Tyson. You, a few times, thought about driving up to his house and kissing him when he opened the door and then walk away from him. This is very immature, you decide. However, here you are in the same club that that blonde spilled her drink on you. You are sitting next to Tyson, your bodies are pressed up against each other and his arm is hanging over your shoulder. You both are nursing your drinks and talking to each other and the teammates and significant others at the table.

As this is happening, you hear the same song that came on during the night at your apartment begin to play. You smile into your drink as you take a sip reminiscing about the memory. As you do this, you don’t notice that Tyson notices your actions. He realizes that this is his chance to try to get you to dance with him and finally kiss you.

As you are about to take another sip of your drink, Tyson takes it out of your hand. You whine at the inability to take a sip but your whine is cut short when you feel Tyson take your hand.

“Dance with me, Ynn?” Tyson whispers into your ear and you feel the chill go up and down your body. You nod. As Tyson leads you onto the dance floor, his teammates are grinning and high fiving thinking that this is finally the time that everything will go right.

Instead of starting to dance with space between you and Tyson, you both put yourselves in a position where there is no space between the two of you.

“It’s weird that you asked me to dance, Tys. Normally, I have to egg you on to dance with me.” you tease Tyson, trying to calm your nerves.

“It’s funny. Almost every time that you dragged me out to dance, we almost kissed. Key word is almost. Something always went wrong. So, I figured, if we want a kiss to happen, then maybe I should initiate the dance and maybe a kiss could happen.”

Your face turns a deep red. Is this Tyson telling you that he likes you too? That he’s in love with you? You are about to voice these thoughts when Tyson twirls you around and places your back against him similar to the actions in your apartment all that time ago. Your breathing is short and terse. You can’t think straight. Maybe this is it. Finally, you and Tyson might finally kiss and then the two of you can finally stop walking around these feelings.

Your thinking is interrupted when Tyson reaches for you again and twirls you. You aren’t brought back into his body this time. Instead, Tyson dips you and never breaks eye contact with you. When he brings you back up and puts you back up against his body, you can feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Tys, I am so in love with you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t be just friends anymore. I need to be with you.” you confess to Tyson.

“What if I told you I felt the same? What if I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be just friends with you? What if I told you I don’t think I can go another day without being with you? What would you do then?” Tyson asks.

“I would tell you to kiss me and then take me out for a date and you can finally lose those pants.”

“Yeah?”

You nod. Tyson smiles but is not leaning forward to kiss you like indicated.

“Tys, this is the part where you kiss me, now.” you tell Tyson. His face turns red before bringing his hands up to cup your face. He begins to stroke your cheek with his thumb. The song, at this point, is long over and is now some upbeat hip-hop song. You both ignore that. Nothing in the world is happening or matters except for the two of you this close to each other. Tyson’s eyes go back and forth between your eyes and your lips. One of his hands goes to gently stroke your soft lips. The anticipation that Tyson is building is killing you. However, despite your wants, you aren’t going to rush him. You just need him close and touching you like this.

Slowly, Tyson’s head gets closer to yours. He tilts his head and his lips are barely brushing yours. You think he is about to kiss you but he pulls slightly away from you that no one probably could have noticed. But you noticed. You noticed the glint in his eye when you groaned when he pulled away. You noticed the way he smirked knowing that he should just kiss you already. You noticed the way that his eyes glanced at the way your shoulders slightly dropped with the loss of contact and lack of a kiss. You noticed the way a small laugh escaped his lips when you groaned wishing he would just kiss you already.

“You know, you are really playing with fate. You want to kiss me with nothing interrupting us? Then maybe you should get on with it then.” you tease, but only slightly.

“It’s all about the love and anticipation, babe.” Tyson replies. Your heart stops when he calls you babe. You know Tyson knows exactly what he’s doing to you and he doesn’t plan to stop. He hopes to drive you crazy like this forever.

Finally, finally, Tyson leans forward one more time. You tell yourself that if he doesn’t kiss you, then you are going to take initiative and kiss him.

His lips find yours softly. It is more than a peck but it’s also not a full makeout kiss. It’s a kiss full of love, longing, hope, and happiness. You both pull away before going in for another kiss and deepen that.

You probably would have stood in your place kissing Tyson all evening if it weren’t for the hooting and howling coming from your table. You both separate and place your foreheads against each other giggling and lovingly looking at each other. Tyson is about to go in and kiss you again when JT comes up and pats Tyson on the back.

“Atta boy! That’s how you get the girl.” JT congratulates Tyson. You and Tyson both laugh. He just places a soft kiss on your temple.

Yeah, you could get used to this, Tyson asking you to dance and you both finally got the kiss.

Two, bonus

Five Years Later

“For the first time ever, I’d like to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jost!” The guests at your wedding cheered on as you and Tyson walked into the ballroom.

After you and Tyson made your rounds around the room, the DJ made the announcement that it was time for the first dance. When the announcement was made, you and Tyson had just sat down to take a breather. However, this allowed for Tyson to lead you onto the dance floor.

“Mrs. Jost, my wife, may I offer you this dance?” Tyson asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

“Why yes, of course, Mr. Jost, my husband,” you said while taking Tyson’s hand.

The song that began to belt out from the speakers also happens to be the same song of the night in your apartment and the same song from your first kiss with Tyson. You both felt that the song was the start of your true romantic relationship together and it was important to honor that past.

“You know, now that we’re married, I am thinking that we are probably going to be dancing around our new kitchen quite often?” Tyson says to you.

“Why yes of course, why not? Isn’t dancing a prominent fixture of our relationship? And, one day, when we have a baby, we will dance with the baby in our arms all around the future nursery and kitchen.” you replied dreamily.

“Ok, my wife. Slow down, babe. Let’s just get through the wedding.”

“If you say so, husband.”

The rest of the song and dance continued with you and Tyson dancing and looking at each other. When the song ended and Tyson placed a way to passionate kiss for a family wedding on your lips, you knew that you and Tyson were forever. There was nothing that was going to stop you. It may have taken a little bit of time to finally get the kiss and together, but it was perfect.

You may have danced around your feelings for quite some time but now you were dancing into your forever.

#hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey writing #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey #tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #josty #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #will I ever write a 4+1 without a bonus part two?#probably not #don't count on it #claudia writes

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I really loved your Nate/Cale fic! What was the inspiration for it?

dude thank you!! i actually wrote many paragraphs in response to this but got annoyed w how long it was so, nsfw text under the cut:

nate mac’s anger issues after they got eliminated --> pray for his poor gf’s pussy --> “i bet in that situation he’s mean and selfish” --> this idea languishes in the notes app bullet point ideas list --> “oh maybe it’s cale who he fucks” --> “oh this and that kink would b hot in there” --> reread kay hastybooks’ nate/jo/cale fic --> “oh shit what if it was a/b/o i’d read that” --> hey twitter should i write this or some mtkachuk thing --> twitter says mtkachuk but eggsy says chandler will you write the other one? --> “absolutely buddy” --> watch video of him throwing that yote around --> “dub con’d work great w a/b/o bc you can tell they both want it” --> “oh it’d b funny if it was like. misunderstanding” --> sappiness creeps in bc i can only write baby honey sweetheart fics --> “it’d b funny if cale like. planned their future together in the afterglow and nate was totally oblivious that he was also into cale, but i don’t want to make the subtext too obvious, also bc it’s funnier when you don’t rly know” --> “i’ll just write a little cale pov” --> “haha nate dickmatized... pussymatized?” --> go back and work that into the rest of the fic so it has. the barest hint of a narrative

but mostly i wrote it bc eggsy asked and was super excited the whole time. i’m rly easy!

#i didn't have a plan i just thought it through as i went so here's some nonsense #thanks for asking!#Anonymous

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Bodyguard II: Familial Ties (Part II - Chapter 9) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

With a small smile, you watched as Thor helped Jane down from the ladder, revelling in the cuteness while you made your way towards the entrance to the lab. You barely set foot inside before you were tackled.

Aaron’s body collided with yours in a massive hug that knocked the wind out of you, allowing you to only get the tiniest of giggles out as you hugged him back.

“I missed you, too.”

“How are you, love?”

“Good,” you smiled, pulling away and rubbing your hand at the back of his head affectionately. “Thor and I had a training session last night, and I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be shutting down any cities anytime soon.”

Aaron laughed happily. “That’s great!”

“What’s great?” Selvig asked, shuffling into the kitchen area tiredly.

You and Aaron shared a look before you swiftly covered up; things might have been better, but you still weren’t entirely comfortable with broadcasting your abilities to the world.

“Oh, that problem I left to take care of? It’s all sorted.”

Which technically wasn’t a lie.

Selvig nodded in understanding, rubbing his eyes. “Nice to hear your great-aunt is okay.”

Smiling at the older man, you sneaked a wink at Aaron – garnering a beautiful smile in response – and turned to make some coffee.

Ten minutes later, the rest of your group had joined you, and four of you were sitting at the table, sipping coffee while Thor and Jane prepared the eggs for breakfast.

Jane scooped the eggs from the hotplate and placed them on the plates, which Thor carried over and placed in front of each of you.

“Thanks,” Darcy beamed.

“You’re very welcome,” Thor bowed his head and pulled up a seat for himself, Jane joining with a couple more plates.

The lot of you proceeded to dig in, while across the street on the roof of one of the buildings, Agents Garrett and Cale surveyed your group, bored out of their wits. Cale watched you through the lab windows with binoculars and Garrett listened to the comm.

“They want an update,” he said, turning to Cale.

“Tell them he’s eating eggs.”

“Scrambled or fried?” Garrett asked, getting a glare from his colleague before speaking into the comm, “Target is eating eggs, sir. We’ll keep you posted.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Security room. S.H.I.E.L.D desert base.

Coulson raced into the room as Dallon called up satellite footage of the Bifrost storm that was currently occurring on the computer monitor.

“What the hell was that?” Coulson questioned.

“I don’t know, sir,” Dallon shook his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, only to have them fall down again, “We got massive energy readings out of nowhere, then they just disappeared. Fifteen miles due northwest.”

“Let’s go take a look.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Bifrost landing site.

Amidst the fury of the Bifrost storm, the Warriors Three and Sif dropped to the ground in the New Mexico desert. They clambered to their feet as the Bifrost quickly receded, the hole in the sky closing up behind it. The rainbow bridge’s runes covered the desert sand around them.

“He must have landed nearby,” Volstagg said, glancing around to gather his bearings, “It’s time to put our tracking skills to work. Spread out. Check the sand for indentations of his boot prints.”

Fandral piped up next, trailing his finger in the air. “The winds would have blown them away by now. We should look for signs of a campfire.”

“Or we could just start there,” Sif suggested, pointing behind the group to the town in the distance – the only visible sign of civilisation – and to Hogun, who had already taken initiative and started walked towards it.

Volstagg and Fandral traded looks, their egos bruised, before the former spoke again.

“It’s worth a look, I suppose,” he shrugged, and the party began trooping towards the town.

Townsfolk stared in wonder at the Warriors Three and Sif as they strolled down the street in all their Asgardian splendour, paying no mind to the strange looks they were receiving.

A little way down the street, a boy hit a baseball, which rolled under a parked car. He ran to retrieve it, but couldn’t reach it. Suddenly, the side of the car rose into the air. The boy looked over, his mouth dropping open at what he saw – Volstagg easily held the car up with one hand.

Volstagg picked up the boy’s ball, then dropped the car. He handed the ball back to the boy, reaching out to tousle his hair.

“There you go, lad!” he boomed.

The boy just stared, standing frozen, as the Asgardians headed off.

“Is it just me,” Volstagg continued, addressing his fellow Asgardians as he looked at the surrounding streets and buildings, “or does Earth look a little different to you?”

Sif shrugged, looking around as well. “It has been a thousand years…”

“Things change so fast here. You leave for a millennium, and it’s like the whole neighbourhood’s gone.” Volstagg sniffed, picking up a scent. “Perhaps we should split up.”

From the rooftop, Agents Cale and Garrett spotted Sif, Fandral and Hogun walking down the street.

“Is there a Renaissance Faire in town?” Garrett scrunched his face up.

“Call it in,” Cale instructed.

Before either of them could, Volstagg rose up behind them, smashing their heads together. They were out like a light.

“Never cared for spies,” Volstagg grunted.

He started to move away, then saw their bag of fast food on the ground. Intrigued, he pulled out a cheeseburger and took a bite.

“Exquisite.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Jane’s lab.

Your little group made a charming team, tidying up after breakfast – washing, drying, and putting plates and utensils away.

The front door burst open.

“Found you!”

All of you turned to see Sif and the Warriors Three, staring baffled at the sight of the domestic Thor drying dishes in mortal clothing. Jane was so startled at the sudden intrusion that she dropped a plate; it went shattering on the floor.

“My friends!” Thor happily raced over to greet his comrades while the rest of you watched from across the room.

You and Jane looked concerned, while Selvig, Darcy and Aaron eyed them with wonder.

“I don’t believe it…” the two doctors spoke in unison, totally in awe.

“Who are they?” Darcy asked.

Volstagg took the liberty of answering. “Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Surely you’ve heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?”

Selvig looked pointedly at Volstagg’s massive gut. The Warrior shifted awkwardly.

“Well, perhaps I’ve put on a little more muscle since I was here last.”

“That would have been a thousand years ago?” Jane frowned. “Northern Europe?”

“Exactly!” Volstagg beamed, “Those lovely herring people. They worshipped us!”

Thor grinned, laying a hand of the Warrior’s shoulder. “My friends, I’ve never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come.”

Fandral stepped up. “We’re here to take you home.”

“You know I can’t,” Thor’s face fell, “My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile.”

The other Asgardians exchanged puzzled looks, with Sif being the one to inform him.

“Thor… your father still lives.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Bifrost landing site.

A few S.H.I.E.L.D vehicles were parked by the site, with a few agents standing nearby as scientists took readings. Coulson kneeled, examining the Bifrost runes. He turned to one of the agents.

“Get somebody from Linguistics out here.”

Just then, they heard a rumbling overhead, as the Bifrost storm roared in the sky above. Coulson and the rest of the agents scrambled for cover, the vehicle windshields shattering as the storm grew in strength. Finally, the hole in the sky overhead opened, and the funnel cloud exploded out of it, touching down onto the desert floor. The agents used their arms to shelter their eyes from the maelstrom.

From behind the SUV they sought cover at, the agents lowered their arms once it was safe to do so, and peered around the vehicle. They were met with the sight of the Destroyer – a towering entity making its way toward them.

“Is that one of Stark’s?” one of the agents queried, staring at the adversary in awe.

“I don’t think so,” Coulson shook his head, then shrugged lightly, “But the guy doesn’t tell me anything.”

Stepping forward, Coulson grabbed a megaphone from inside the SUV and called out to the Destroyer.

“Hello! You’re using unregistered weapons technology. Please identify yourself.”

There was an audible hum in the air as the Destroyer’s fiery energy began to power up inside of it, prompting Coulson to step back and flail his free hand around.

“Incoming!” he warned.

The agents scrambled for cover yet again, just in time to dodge a blast of energy from the Destroyer; it hit one of the SUVs, blowing it to pieces. Aiming their weapons, the agents returned fire.

✧ ✧ ✧

Main street.

Townspeople filled the streets, staring at the fire fight in the distance. The Asgardian members of your recently expanded group prepared for battle, as Thor turned to address Jane.

“Leave this town now. Get yourself and your friends to safety.”

“What about you?” she frowned, shaking her head.

“I must stay and fight,” Thor answered, as his friends looked at him uneasily, “I’m still a warrior,” he reminded them, “and I will fight by your side.”

“So will I,” you stepped up, much to the surprise of Jane, Selvig and Darcy.

Aaron stood with a proud smile and when the others noticed his lack of concern, they looked at him in confusion.

“Long story,” he brushed them off, waving his hand dismissively.

“It would be an honour to have you fight alongside us, Skadi,” Volstagg gave you a huge smile, which you returned, before he turned to Thor with a frown, “But you! You’re but a mortal now. You’ll get yourself killed.”

“Or one of us, trying to protect you,” Fandral chimed.

“The best thing you can do is get the mortals to safety and leave the battle to us,” Sif added in agreement.

Thor looked at the townsfolk all around, all of them oblivious to the oncoming threat.

“You’re right,” he nodded, much to Sif’s surprise; he wasn’t one to normally relent so easily.

Thor turned to the four mortals. “Help me clear the streets. I’ll let none of these people die this day.”

Thor, Jane, Selvig, Darcy and Aaron started herding the crowd of townsfolk off the street, and with a quick nod between you all, you, Sif and the Warriors Three headed across town, towards the Destroyer.

“Keep him distracted,” Sif instructed before hurrying off, the rest of you continuing towards the behemoth.

“What do you think?” Fandral asked his fellow Warriors as he sized up the enemy, “’The Svartalfheim Twist’? ‘Kiss of the Hag’? ‘Face Full of Boot’?”

Volstagg grinned eagerly. “’The Flying Mountain’!”

Hogun and Fandral groaned.

“Not ‘The Flying Mountain’!” Fandral protested, “It threw out my back for a year last time!”

“Trust me, it’ll work.”

Watching the three with a worried expression, you mumbled to yourself under your breath. “I can’t believe that this is my life now.”

From down the street, Thor looked on anxiously as the four of you got into position before the Destroyer.

“They fight bravely,” he commented to Jane, “but they won’t be able to hold it back for long.”

Hogun and Fandral took off running towards the Destroyer, as Volstagg stood limbering up. When he received the cue from Fandral, he sprinted forward at full speed and caught up to his comrades, who grabbed him on either side and with all their Asgardian might, hurled the voluminous warrior into the air and at the black mental behemoth.

“For Asgaaaaard!” Volstagg yelled.

The Destroyer was unable to react fast enough, and Volstagg crashed into the creature. For a moment, it seemed as if it might have worked, but the enemy remained grounded on its feet. It lifted Volstagg into the air by the scruff of his neck and savagely hurled him at Hogun and Fandral, smashing into them.

Sif leaped off a nearby rooftop with her two-headed spear and plunged it deep into the back of the creature. It stood there motionless, the fire dimming in its faceplate and Sif standing atop its back. The Asgardians had a brief moment of hope.

But it dissipated when the creature stirred with life, its fire igniting once again. Sif looked of with growing trepidation as slowly, unnaturally, the Destroyer spun its torso around one hundred and eighty degrees to face its attackers.

It released a blast of fire at Sif, and that moment was your time to step up. Throwing your hand out, you created an ice blast to counteract the fire, giving Sif the opportunity to dive off of the creature before she got hurt.

The Destroyer rose again to its full height, pulling free from Sif’s spear, the weapon slipping through the slats of its armour.

The four of you huddled together and tried to regroup, when the creature unleashed another blast. You created an ice shield this time, projecting it forward to protect you all. The collision was so powerful that it sent each of you flying in different directions.

Thor saw all of you lying injured on the ground, but had no time to act, as the Destroyer fired in his direction.

“No,” you groaned, pushing yourself up and trying to fire after the blast, but to no avail.

A storefront near the lab exploded, knocking all of your friends off of their feet. Thor helped Jane and Aaron helped Darcy up, when they noticed Selvig lying on his back amidst the debris, impaled by a twisted piece of iron.

They hurried to his side. He was losing blood, and going into shock. Jane took his hand as Thor spotted Hogun’s pouch of healing stones lying in the middle of the street, where it had landed when he was sent flying through the air only a few moments ago.

Thor made a break for the pouch, dodging through the flaming wreckage, then grabbing it and racing back. He opened the pouch to find the fragile stones crushed and useless. He poured the contents out in his hand.

“Come on… give me one!” he growled.

Amidst the useless powder, he finally found one stone still intact. Thor tossed the pouch aside and held the stone over the end of the iron rod.

“What are you doing?” Jane asked, “What is that?”

As the stone began to glow, Thor crushed it. The others looked on, amazed, as the glowing powder fell upon the piece of iron, dissolving it, heading downwards until it reached Selvig’s wound, healing it completely.

Thor looked down the street, seeing his wounded friends and cousin still lying there, as Selvig sat up in utter astonishment. The doctor reached through the hole in his shirt to touch his healed flesh.

Looking to Jane, he raised one brow. “I’m really starting to like him.”

Jane turned, only to see that Thor had already taken off down the street. The god reached you and Sif, lying dazed, battered and bloodied on the ground. He quickly pulled you behind a burning vehicle before doing the same to Sif.

“Go, while you can!” he urged both of you.

“But the others…” you argued, shaking your head.

“You can’t help them now. Your jobs are to survive.”

Sif struggled to sit up as he snapped back. “No! I will die a warrior’s death. Stories will be told of this day-“

Thor gently took her shield from her. “Live and tell those stories yourself.”

At last, she nodded. Thor spotted Volstagg lying unconscious, with Hogun and Fandral lying nearby, and rushed over to them.

Volstagg was barely breathing. Thor tried to pull him to safety, but it was no use; he wouldn't budge. The god roused Hogun and Fandral.

“Get him out of here!”

“No. Can still fight!” Fandral stood up confidently.

“But not win. Move Volstagg, or he’ll die!” Thor looked at his friends and seeing their forlorn expressions, grinned in assurance. “Don’t worry, my friends. I have a plan.”

The two Warriors reluctantly grabbed their fallen friend and dragged him away from the battlefield. After they went, Thor turned back to the Destroyer, then tossed Sif’s shield aside. He strode down the street towards the behemoth, completely defenceless.

“Brother…” Thor called out, striding closer, “for whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am sorry. But these people have done nothing to you. They are innocents.” He continued towards the Destroyer. “Take my life, and know I will never return to Asgard.”

Thor reached the Destroyer and extended his arms. The creature hesitated; sizing up the defenceless Thor, then swatted him with its enormous arm. The sickening crack of breaking bones resounded in the air as Thor went flying.

He landed in a crumpled, broken heap in front of Smith Motors, before Jane, Selvig, Darcy and Aaron. The wounded Asgardians watched helplessly from down the street, a look of horror on their faces. Jane tried to rush out to Thor’s aid, but Selvig held her back.

“Jane, no!” He pulled her to safety.

Thor’s eyes closed, his last breath leaving his lips. The Destroyer stood over Thor’s body, lowering its head towards him. It opened its faceplate, locking it in place and readying to release its fiery blast.

With a shake of your head and fuelled by rage, you charged down the street, running towards the creature with determination. Aaron went crazy when he saw you, crying out desperately for you to get away.

But you stood your ground, clenching your jaw as you replied. “I’m not losing anyone else.” You looked from the doctor, to Thor, to the Destroyer, assuming a battle stance. “Not if I can help it.”

As if on cue, the creature opened its mouth and released its blast, but you were ready for it, and with a loud yell, extended two open hands in front of you, projecting a torrent of ice that resisted the fiery blast.

Meanwhile, inside the crater at the S.H.I.E.L.D base, the runes on the side of Mjolnir reappeared, burning bright. Electricity started to crackle on the hammer’s surface and scientists beside it took notice as it vibrated, and a rumble came from overhead. They looked up, seeing clouds forming in the sky above.

Just then, with a crack and a flash of lightning, Mjolnir flew straight up into the air like a rocket.

You were still going at it, producing a seemingly never-ending surge of ice at the creature to keep the fire at bay. It was preventing it, yes, but you were struggling to get it to stop.

Projecting continuously took a lot out of you, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel the blood rush to your head as your stance became shaky. But you pushed through, refusing to give up despite the fact that you were beginning to slip away.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, a blinding bolt of lightning struck down from above, colliding with the Destroyer’s blast. The explosion was massive, and you mustered up a shield to protect yourself from it as it sent the Destroyer flying backwards, a cloud of dust enveloping the street.

As the smoke cleared, there stood the Mighty Thor, clad in his full battle armour, holding Mjolnir in his hand – the God of Thunder once more. Thor kneeled, bringing Mjolnir down onto the ground.

Lightning shot of out the sky and struck the Destroyer, causing it to convulse. With a smile on your face, you watched it all occur, your smile growing even bigger when your cousin extended a hand to help you up.

“Hey, how come I don’t get the fancy cape and armour?” you pouted slightly, making Thor chuckle.

“You’ve got the hair,” he reminded.

You shrugged, smirking slightly. “True.”

The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, both knowing what the other was thinking. Then, you turned to the creature.

“Ready?”

“Always.”

With a deep breath, you shut your eyes and summoned all of your power; when you reopened them, your hair and eyes assumed their platinum colour as you raised yourself up on an ice platform.

Beside you, Thor swung Mjolnir around, taking off straight up into the air, as the Destroyer got back on its feet and looked up at the two gods in front of him.

Storm clouds gathered around Thor as he summoned gale force winds, and little snowflakes swirled from your fingers as you moved them around. Debris from the battle began to rise up into the sky, but the Destroyer remained in its spot, kept grounded by the ice you had solidified around its feet.

It lifted its head up at Thor, opened its faceplate and unleashed its blast. Thor dove downwards straight at it, with Mjolnir before him. The hammer collided with the fiery energy blast, overpowering it and pushing it back, forcing it down at the Destroyer.

The God of Thunder jammed his hammer deep into the creature’s faceplate, forcing the fiery energy to build up inside the creature and explode within it.

Thor smashed the Destroyer to the ground in a tremendous heap, the fire within it extinguished forever.

Pulling Mjolnir from the faceplate, Thor walked away from its lifeless carcass. As he did so, the other objects and debris pulled into the air by the gale force winds dropped down from the skies around the Destroyer, burying it. You descended too, joining your cousin.

Now that it was safe, your friends and the rest of the Asgardians hurried over to the two of you. A battered Coulson and several S.H.I.E.L.D agents approached as well.

“Just a man, huh?”

✧ ✧ ✧

Minutes later. Bifrost landing site.

“Heimdall!” Thor called up to the sky, “Open the Bifrost!”

Nothing happened at Thor’s request, prompting the god to look to the other Asgardians in concern.

“He would open it if he could. I fear the worst.”

“Then we’re trapped here forever,” Volstagg remarked.

“Then I suppose we’d best start settling into our new lives.” Fandral looked to Darcy, turning on the charm. “Are all Earth maidens as fair as you?”

Enjoying the attention, Darcy smiled coyly. “No.”

Thor shouted back up to the sky in a second attempt to reach the gatekeeper. “Heimdall!”

Suddenly, the Bifrost exploded down from the sky. Thor grinned, as the mortals looked on in amazement.

Fandral turned to Darcy with an apologetic face. “Sorry, my love. These things happen.”

He walked off to join the other Asgardians at their side, as Thor turned to Coulson.

“Know this, son of Coul. You and I, we fight for the same cause – they protection of this world. From this day forward, count me as your ally.” He paused for a beat, then continued. “If you return the items you have stolen from Jane Foster.”

“Not stolen. Borrowed.” Jane shot him a look, and Coulson quickly proceeded. “You’ll get your equipment back. You’re going to need it to continue your research… which, after today’s events, S.H.I.E.L.D would like to fully sponsor. If that’s all right with you.”

Thor took Jane’s hand and kissed it tenderly. She looked at him, her eyes filled with the fear that she may never see him again.

“Whatever fate lies before me, you are part of it,” he said to her before taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

When he pulled away, he turned his attention to you. “As are you, (Y/N).”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Family first, right?”

Thor gave a small smile. “Are you certain I cannot convince you to return with me to Asgard?”

“Nah,” you declined his offer, looking around the area, “I have my own duties to perform. Here.” Your gaze landed on Aaron next to you, and you smiled softly at him before looking back to Thor. “This is my home.”

Thor bowed his head slightly to show his understanding, then looked to Aaron.

“Farewell, Aaron Jacobson. Thank you for your help, and thank you for taking care of (Y/N).”

“Oh, it’s-“ the usually silver-tongued doctor was suddenly at a loss for words, “No need to thank me. Really.”

With a smile, Thor glanced back at you. “He cares deeply for you, you know.”

Looking at Aaron, you beamed brightly, maintaining eye contact with him even while answering Thor. “I know.”

“Until we meet again,” Thor said finally, stepping back.

“Until we meet again,” you nodded in agreement.

With a final smile, Thor and the Asgardians leapt into the Bifrost.

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