#a softer edmonton

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who am i in the dark?

#gav gab #i do want it known that this is oli's fault. both for reminding me i was meaning to make one of these #and bc of a chat we had the other day about buddy here #what if being The Chosen One sucks actually #edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #a softer world #a softer world remix #a softer hockey

[isozyme]

a softer nhl compilation 2 (compilation 1)

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[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: ScratchnMoney, Julius&Jared; the buddy system

For the prompt:  Scouts POV of the Jared and Julius show after the trade. Are they in awe or terrified of their combined bitchiness? Or does Julius surprisingly show his softer side?

The moment they land in Vancouver, Little Caesar disappears. And Joey means disappears. He also means the ‘moment’ part: dude is first off the plane and by the time they reach the terminal there’s no Halla to be found.

“Buddy system!” Coach says. He’s been so strict since they lost Keebler for 16 hours. He was fine. Eventually. “Buddy system, Scouts! No man left behind!”

Joey reaches out blindly, and Scratch squeezes his hand.

“Buddy,” Joey says.

“Husbuddy,” Scratch agrees. “Don’t pout, Willy.”

“I don’t want to be your buddy anyway,” Willy blatantly lies. “Where’s Caesar?”

Joey looks around for his platinum blond head. He doesn’t find it. Not right away, and not after the Scouts have all obediently found their partners, and he goes to grab Coach before he can do his headcount in the bus and get disappointed in them again. Disappointing Coach is bad for team morale.

“We lost somebody,” Joey says.

Coach pinches his nose. “We literally just touched down. Is it Keebler? He really needs to pay attention to where he’s walking.”

“Little Caesar,” Joey says. Which is very unlike him! Maybe he got kidnapped.

“He hasn’t been kidnapped,” Coach says, waving Joey off. “He’s getting picked up by a family member. He got my okay.”

“But—“ Joey says. “The buddy system!”

“You not have a buddy, Money?” Coach asks. “There a marital spat I need to hear about? You guys need non-adjourning rooms?”

“No spitting here,” Joey says. “All buddied up, Coach.”

“Buddies for life, Coach!” Scratch pipes up beside him.

“Good men,” Coach says. “Off you go.”

“He cleared it with Coach,” Joey reports to Willy, who’s still craning his head around, muttering something no doubt uncomplimentary under his breath.

“Well,” Willy huffs. “Apparently I don’t have a buddy.”

“Would you like to be our triple buddy, Willy?” Scratch asks.

“No!” Willy says. “That’s not a thing!”

They start on their way.

“Wait for me!” Willy says, and trots to follow them.

“Triple buddies?” Joey says, holding his hand out.

“I’m not holding your hand,” Willy mutters, but he sticks close enough that he doesn’t need to.

*

Team breakfast, and Little Caesar isn’t there. Not against curfew or anything, apparently he told Coach. Lunch? Not a single Caesar to be found, except on the menu. And when they get on the bus to the arena, he’s sill missing.

Considering their next game is in Edmonton, AKA Little Caesar’s former territory, followed by a game in Calgary, which is where his in-laws are — and, if Joey remembers correctly, Erin was planning to fly in — Joey figures he’ll turn up eventually, but still.

The buddy system lasted all of one trip. One trip! Joey is disappointed but not surprised. At least he doesn’t have to worry about Little Caesar’s safety. He can fend for himself in the Canadian wilds.

*

Little Caesar pops up for the first time deep, deep in enemy territory. Like, so deep that Scratch and Joey shouldn’t actually be here, but they got confused looking for the hall that’s extra good for kicking around a soccer ball and went the wrong way, and then took directions from a Rogers Arena employee who was either also directionally challenged, or thought that fucking with them would be fun. The point is, they should not be here, and neither should Little Caesar. Erin’s brother is allowed, though. He’s the enemy after all. This is his territory. You can’t just tell people they can’t be on their own territory, that’s rude.

“Little Caesar, you live!” Joey says.

“I live,” Little Caesar says, so flat he may as well be dead. “Why are you here.”

“And Erin’s brother!” Joey says.

Erin’s brother gets all puffed up. “I have a name.”

Joey would assume so, and also assumes he’s been told it before, but if so, he does not remember it. Wait, he does! “Matheson!”

Which is really just ‘Erin’s brother’ all over again, considering that is also her name, but maybe he’ll take it less poorly.

Matheson tilts his head, and Joey swears it’s like looking at Erin. Without the expression you could still pretty easily tell they were related, but with it? Full on ‘I bet this makes Little Caesar extremely uncomfortable whenever he thinks about it too hard’ resemblance, like Scratch gets when Casey and Joey laugh the same.

“Has anyone told you—“ Joey starts, and Little Caesar sends him a look that’s half cutting and half desperate plea to shut up.

“—you look uncannily like your sister?” Joey finishes, because never let it be said that he can take a hint.

Matheson suddenly looks extremely pissy.

“Hey, that’s the face Erin made when I beat her at darts!” Scratch says. “Right before she said things that hurt my feelings.”

He gives Joey a look, and this one Joey listens to.

They flee before another Matheson can hurt them.

*

“Why are they running,” Jared says.

Julius shrugs.

“Why do your married teammates have to be the weird ones?” Jared asks. It’s not exactly like he was going to go ‘hey, you guys also married a dude, let’s be friends’, because he is full up in the friend department, but still.

“They’re all weird,” Julius says.

“Has Erin been terrorizing your teammates?” Jared asks.

Julius’ mouth tips up. “She does not like to lose,” he says.

“Well, obviously,” Jared says. That’s a universal Matheson trait, and the reason they’ve never believed in family game night. Dad’s the worst, but he has a lot of competition. “Are they still running?”

Julius squints down the hall. “Yes,” he says.

“So weird,” Jared says under his breath, and Julius gives him a look of silent suffering in response.

“Are they going in the right direction?” Julius asks.

“Nope,” Jared says.

Julius mutters something under his breath. All Jared catches is ‘coach’ and ‘furious’.

*

“You know,” Coach says, when it’s seven minutes until they have to take the ice for warmups, and ScratchnMoney are nowhere to be found. “I really thought the buddy system was going to prevent these situations. Does that make me naive? Am I naive, boys?”

“You may have been slightly optimistic,” Tate says. “But it’s not bad to be an optimist.”

Coach sighs. “Isn’t it, Willy?” he asks. “Isn’t it?”

“We got lost!” Money says, bursting into the room with five minutes to go. “We got so lost, and we never got found, and there is no reception! No reception in the tunnels! Which is a crime.”

“A crime!” Scratch chimes in as he trots in after Money. “Definitely psychological warfare! And the staff colluded! We should report them!”

Coach looks at Tate. Tate looks back.

“You deal with them,” Coach says tiredly, then retreats back to the glorified closet that’s designated as the office for visiting team coaches.

“And you!” Money says, pointing at Little Caesar. “How did you get here!”

“I followed the signs,” Little Caesar says blandly.

“You followed the enemy, that’s what you followed!” Scratch says.

“Multitask getting dressed and assigning blame,” Tate says. He knows better than to ban assigning blame entirely. They’ll just say he let down his triple buddies or something.

“And who was supposed to be our triple buddy, huh?” Money says, turning on him as expected, but he’s yanking at his shirt and kicking his shoes off as he does so, so Tate decides to consider himself lucky. Not too lucky, but lucky enough.

#fic snippet #joey munroe #nick angelopoulos #julius halla #jared matheson #tate williams

[paperstorm]

Andie, is it time yet for an MN sneak peek or am I too early? 🤭

Sure! Second last one. I'm having feelings about it

TK opens his eyes. Just for a second, only about the space of half a breath, he sees stark white walls and a framed photograph of a field of daisies and doesn’t remember where he is. In an instant it comes back to him, as he hears the familiar sound of Carlos moving behind him. A Westin in Edmonton. They arrived yesterday afternoon and had dinner in a private room at a steakhouse with the entire team. Tonight, they’ll face off against the Oilers in their first playoff game.

He rolls over onto his back, head falling to one side on the pillow. Carlos is lying on his side, one hand underneath his face against the pillow, smiling sleepily at him. “Morning,” he says softly.

TK smiles back and stretches before he rolls towards Carlos. “Hey.”

Carlos reaches out, stroking TK’s hair gently. TK blinks at him, letting Carlos stare lovingly at him as he traces a fingertip along the zigzag of TK’s hairline, over his temple. “Sleep okay?”

TK nods.

“Come here,” Carlos whispers. The two of them shift easily around until TK is wrapped up with his head on Carlos’s bare chest. Carlos loves holding him, TK would have to be the most clueless person on the planet to have not worked that out by now. And he, despite so many years keeping these softer facets of himself locked up so tightly even he couldn’t get to them, feels safe and cared for while he’s being held. He hadn’t liked the way that felt, at first. Now he’s not sure he could live without it.

“Our days of hotel room sex are getting numbered,” TK says, laying his palm over Carlos’s chest, feeling his heartbeat under warm skin. They’d used their hands in the shower, last night, after they got back from dinner. Carlos had been extra enthusiastic as they kissed and laughed and touched each other under the cascade of warm water; he’s been so much more confident lately, and it makes TK so happy to see.

“At least for this year,” Carlos agrees.

“If I don’t get traded over the summer.”

“You haven’t heard anything about that, have you?” Carlos asks, sounding worried.

TK shakes his head. He kisses the skin underneath his cheek, and Carlos rubs his back slowly. “As far as I know, you’re stuck with me for another year.”

“I could handle being stuck with you for longer than that.”

“Oh, you could, huh?” TK teases. “You’d put up with it? If you had to?”

“If I had to.” Carlos laughs as TK pokes him. He tightens his arms around TK, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and amending, “I’d hate it, if you were anywhere else. I want you right here. I love you.”

#anon asks #911 lone star #magnetic north #paperstorm writes

[jaxs-beanie]

Out of all the Hadestown characters, the one that’s changed the most over the years is Orpheus. In Vermont and the album his personality was less-defined compared to later on, but key traits were his distrust of Hades and Hadestown, his love for Eurydice and determination to find her, and his more melancholy vibe compared to later iterations, with Ben Campbell’s Orpheus in Vermont living in an explicitly post-apocalyptic world, while Justin Vernon’s Orpheus on the album has a three-layered voice to haunting effect, especially in ‘Wait For Me.’

By the NYTW production with Damon Daunno, Orpheus’s personality was expanded to be more of a free-spirited revolutionary, as he sang about sharing what they had while also wondering why anyone would work in a place like Hadestown. This Orpheus was full of confidence, though at least part of it was a facade, as when Eurydice asked if he was always this confident, he said ‘When I look at you I am’. He saw her as someone stronger than himself, but was determined to marry her even when he went to Hadestown. ‘I came all this way to ask you to.’ He was also very hurt by Eurydice leaving, as seen in NYTW Promises, If It’s True, and Doubt Comes In, which were unchanged from the album at this time.

By Edmonton with Reeve Carney in the role, Orpheus’s personality was similar to NYTW, but a greater focus was placed on his connection to nature; his ‘home’ was in the middle of nowhere and he was reluctant to leave, and he looked forward to spring arriving. For the first time there was a mention of his backstory, with his mother being a Muse, and instead of following Eurydice to Hadestown to marry her he was more clearly defined as wanting to rescue her; with the addition of the Workers, If it’s True became half-lament and half call to action as he considered the shades that just beat him up friends in his stand against Hades. This version of Doubt Comes In also has Orpheus in complete denial, as he was desperate to believe Eurydice was with him even as the Fates reminded him that she left before and could again.

By London, Orpheus gained a bit of rockstar swagger that was closer to Damon’s portrayal, and his project to bring back spring appeared for the first time. While this Orpheus didn’t rail against Hadestown right away, those lines being given to Hermes and Persephone, he thrived in the crowd and the open air, telling Eurydice in All I’ve Ever Known that he ‘always had a crowd to gather ‘round me’ and much of his love language was based around touch. Orpheus also focused more on the why of Hades and Persephone’s situation than before, with Epic II and Chant now being devoted to working out why the seasons were wrong and the gods were arguing. One crucial change in If It’s True compared to Edmonton was changing ‘Everybody for himself, they say/Your lover felt the same’ to ‘Everybody for himself, they say/I guess you felt the same’, which cast some blame on Eurydice for leaving him and acted as a parallel to Hades’ frustrations. Epic III in this iteration was a combination of earlier drafts and the one used on Broadway, and Doubt Comes In was now a full-blown existential crisis as he no longer saw the world how it could be.

Broadway and the National Tour brought the most significant changes to Orpheus’s character since the NYTW days; his project to bring back spring and his muse mother were retained, but he was now a sensitive, innocent soul who wore his heart out on his sleeve. Hermes raised him after his mother abandoned him, and for the first time Orpheus had a job, cleaning tables at the station and waiting on Persephone when she came up top. The softer initial portrayal serves to contrast his growing revolutionary spirit when faced with Hades' injustice towards the Workers, and further developed the tragedy by having him and Eurydice essentially swap roles by the end. This Orpheus is also very empathetic and strives to understand Hades as a person, best exemplified in the revised Epic II and III where, instead of calling out his treatment of others as in previous drafts, he realizes Hades is lonely and jealous of Persephone’s time above, and fell in love with her in the same way Orpheus did with Eurydice. It makes it all the more tragic when, as with every previous version, Orpheus doubts himself and Hades’ promise and ultimately turns around, now too jaded by his time in Hadestown and experience with the ‘real world’ to trust as easily.

Whichever version is your favorite, Orpheus has changed a lot over the years, and every iteration brought something unique and new to the table!

#Hadestown #orpheus #eurydice #hades #persephone #hermes #hadestown vermont #hadestown album #hadestown nytw #hadestown edmonton #hadestown london #hadestown broadway #hadestown tour

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Chris Jericho is showing off a softer side to his acting skills as a loving family man in the new UPtv movie Country Hearts. The All Elite Wrestling star plays a rocker called Bones who gives up life on the road to spend more time at home and run a horse breeding business.

In the flick his daughters Tori (Lanie McAuley) and June (Katerina Maria) are torn between following their mom Darlene (Michelle Nolden) into the world of country music or helping dad with his new business venture. The movie debuts October 22, followed by a second film called Country Hearts Christmas which premieres on UPtv on November 19.

The role isn’t too far away from real life for wrestler Jericho, who is also the lead singer of the heavy metal band Fozzy. Here, he tells us what it was like stepping into a more wholesome role.

You’ve done movies and TV before, but Country Hearts feels like a departure for you. How did the role come about? 

Chris Jericho: The one thing about acting and Hollywood is it comes in waves. I never really had the breakout role, but I’ve always had good ones. I think in the past couple of years I’ve probably had the most parts ever. The first one was called Terrifier 2, which last Halloween made $12 million on a $250,000 budget. I was in that. Then after that, I got Dark Match which I filmed in Edmonton. Then after that, this opportunity came along to be the lead in Country Hearts. I was thinking, “What kind of murder mystery is this? Am I the killer? What kind of vengeance is being bestowed on the villagers of the country.”

It ended up being nothing like that, but a dramatic part. It almost had a Hallmark Channel sort of vibe. This was an offer, which was rare in Hollywood. When I looked at the part, I realized it’s very dramatic, deep, and emotional. I thought it was great and something I’d been wanting to do. Being in a horror movie, that is what you would expect Chris Jericho to be in. But to be in a Christian-themed music drama where I play a father of daughters and have a wife. This project is really cool and something nobody would expect me to do. I’m always attracted to those opportunities.

UPtv

Tell me about Bones. There are some similarities with you on the road as a traveling rock star and wrestler. How much did you relate to him? 

This is a cool character. I like who he is and where he came from. This was a great way to stretch my acting chops to prove I could do this. Not just as bodyguard number one performer. I can relate to Bones a thousand percent. Not just the fact he was a touring musician. He reinvented himself, which is something I know about. Here he is as an owner of a horse-breeding farm. The character has a connection to me, but at the same time, I’ve never ridden a horse in my life. If I did, it was maybe once or twice. I think those are the parts that make you a great actor. Take the things you can relate to and internalize them, putting your mind on to something new and learning about them.

I remember when I was taking acting lessons in 2005 or 2006. If someone asks you if you can skydive or something, you say yes and then figure it out before the shoot. When you’re talking about a horse farm and breeding champion racehorses, you learn. When you deliver this dialogue, which is kind of like delivering the mid-chlorian dialogue in Star Wars, you better figure it out and learn these words and make it seem like you know what you’re talking about. The other good thing is Bones is learning too. Bones isn’t quite sure what the hell he is doing. So it was a great combination of subjects I knew and subjects I had no idea about that you learn.

With a follow-up Country Hearts Christmas coming out next month, you had the chance to really dig into the character. 

There is potential to do more, too. I’ve been doing showbiz for 30 years because wrestling is show business. You can tell when something is good. This is really good as you see it start to come together. We can do so much with this story. There are a lot of different layers. At first, I wasn’t sure what to think, but once we started filming, I thought I could play this character for a while. It’s a really cool movie. Sometimes things find you that you weren’t expecting. Hopefully, we can do more. We filmed both movies over the course of the month with two different directors and two different vibes. I felt like I was Michael J. Fox on the set of Back to the Future 2 where they did 3 at the same time. There was a lot here.

In AEW, you’re among the veterans helping develop a lot of new talent like Will Hobbs and Sammy Guevara. How rewarding is that for you? 

Wrestling is storyline-based. When it came to losing to Hobbs for example, storyline-wise it was what was best for the story. Chris Jericho is an actor playing a role on a show. It’s like if Bones is supposed to lose the horse semen sample, which is one of the things that happens. The script says it’s what they want you to do. Wrestling is the same way.  A lot of guys don’t see it this way, but I’ve always had. I have always treated it as show business. The characters and story are way more important than the match, even though the matches are important too. I enjoy this stage of my career, but I’ve enjoyed every stage of my career because I’m always about telling stories. Some stories you win, some stories you lose. Some stories are Empire Strikes Back where everyone loses, and you think it’s the end of the road until the heroes come back. I take everything in stride and treat things as a great storyline with ups and downs.

How was it to see Adam Copeland sign with AEW? 

Adam is one of the all-time greats. I was surprised when he showed up. I never thought we would see it, but I don’t think people thought they’d see me wrestling outside of WWE either. To have him in AEW is great. An old friend too. Wrestling is a lot like the army in a sense you have ones you were in the trenches with and you go home and don’t see them for years and meet up again. Then it’s like no time has passed. That is what it has been like with Adam. Plus, having a guy with so much experience. Such skill.

It’s easy now to say at 52, but age is just a number. I think both of us are in the best shape of our lives and know more on the experience level. We can still work at the highest of levels. Who is putting a number on anything? The Rolling Stones just put out one of their best songs in 30 years, and Mick Jagger is 80. It’s all about how you are perceived and how you can deliver. If you can do that, you can still entertain people.

AEW

You’ve gotten to know AEW owner Tony Khan well over the years. The company has faced its share of challenges in 2023. How do you think he has handled things, specifically on social media? One thing you can’t deny is he is a passionate guy. 

Tony is a passionate guy. Nobody is going to tell him what to do, and nobody should. He also comes from a generation of people who were involved in social media. He was on the message boards. Jon Moxley became a fan from videotapes. I became a fan from watching cable wrestling on the low-level UHF channels or wrestling magazines. To me magazines were life. Tony is always going to be involved in social media because that’s how he became a fan. That’s how it is. Whether you like it or not, that’s what it is. He has built a multi-million dollar pro wrestling company in a short period of time so there are going to be growing pains.

We all work together every week to put together the best show we can. We have long-term planning and a structure and things going on that are exciting. We worked through all the pros and cons, no pun intended. And things are going really well and will continue to do so. It’s pro wrestling. It’s never gonna be all great. There is always going to be the Wild West vibe because wrestling is that by design. It’s not hockey or football or a scripted movie like Country Hearts. You have to go with the flow. It’s unlike anything else. It’s hard to see from the outside looking in, but when you’re on the inside looking out, it’s business as usual. And business is going really well.

AEW

Who out of the AEW roster do you see breaking into movies or TV? 

You never know. You would never know Batista (Dave Bautista) would be the best actor out of everyone. Nothing against The Rock, John Cena, or other WWE guys. Who knows? You can throw in Darby Allin and MJF, who play great characters. Guys like that. I think Jon Moxley does great in a movie. Any top guy who captivates people at the highest level would be good actors. I’ve been acting for more than 30 years since October 2, 1990, when I started acting because that’s what I got into wrestling.

It’s all about playing a character and morphing and evolving in the role to keep people engaged. That’s any movie or TV show. I’m watching The Righteous Gemstones right now and Danny McBride is a great actor. All are great actors and characters. You may see Danny and not see him as a leading man because he doesn’t look like Brad Pitt, but he is excellent. It’s the same in wrestling. Acting being on this movie set is different from where wrestling is live and has that instant gratification. I haven’t even seen Country Hearts yet. I hope I was good. We’ll see.

I’ll give your performance five stars Chris! 

Thank you. I can’t wait to be up for an Emmy.

#up tv

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Smooch Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

#i have so many ideas for these things to get through lol #mattdrai #leon draisaitl #matthew tkachuk #edmonton oilers #calgary flames #a softer hockey #a softer world #a softer world remix #my edits

[hockeybutpensive]

You can’t start a fire without a spark.

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[isozyme]

a softer nhl compilation 1 (compilation 2)

#a softer nhl #calgary flames #edmonton oilers #boston bruins #toronto maple leafs #pittsburgh penguins #la kings #philadelphia flyers #colorado avalanche #incredibly strong of me not to make more than 2 of these about matthew tkachuk #i tried to get some deep cut asw comics instead of the ones that have been used to death #some of the popular ones are just so good i couldn't help it

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

Season 1 Episode 3

Episode 3 starts with Fiona fucking Good Officer Tony in his backseat. Strong start.

In the last episode, Good Officer Tony shoots his shot with Fiona, inviting her to an awards benefit at a church ‘next Thursday’. So this episode starts the Thursday night. If we’re assuming the previous episode happened during Thanksgiving weekend, then we’re now solidly in December 2010 and this episode starts December 2nd.

Good for you Good Officer Tony.

We meet Mandy for the first time. Season 1 Mandy seems so much softer than seasons to come, but still really sad. This little girl gets eyed up by Kev and harassed by her teacher. There's always an atmosphere of underlying sadness and trauma that Shameless covers up with comedy.

Anyway, she’s at the Kash and Grab ‘thanking’ Ian for playing hero and saving her from creepy, greasy, porn mustache teacher.

Lip and Karen go on a date. Ian and Kash make out behind the Kash and Grab (ew), but before they can go off and do any more, Mandy interrupts them. Love her from the get go! They head to the Gallagher house, and then there’s an amazing Mandy/Mickey parallel that makes my heart sing.

Everytime a Milkovich calls Carl a shithead an angel gets its wings.

Ian breaks Mandy’s teenage heart when he pushes her off of him after she basically attacks his face. Fiona comes home in time to see Mandy storming out, saving her from an awkward conversation with Good Officer Tony.

Lip and Karen are snuggling and screaming under the tracks. I kinda love this scene.

The next morning, a very naked Kev can’t make toast because the Gallaghers have their toaster. I love their symbiotic relationship. Or is it more that Gallaghers are leeching off of them? The Gallaghers wake up to a cold house, and Fiona is just constantly picking up laundry from the hallway. Why do they all get undressed in the hallway and then leave it there when the laundry shoot is literally RIGHT THERE. If you’re gonna undress in the hallway, just throw it down the shoot. OR are they getting undressed in their rooms and then just throwing the dirty clothes out into the hall even though, again, the laundry shoot is right there!

Steve knocks on the door. Kev storms in wearing THE ROBE. Carl is melting action figures over Kev’s toaster. Kev, ever helpful, suggests Carl, the almost 9 year old, use a blow torch. Steve lost a bet to Ian and asks if Ian wants to see Philly on the 12th or Edmonton on the 27th, a Sunday and Monday, respectively. He chooses the Edmonton Oilers (🇨🇦). I googled to see if these games existed on any day in 2010 or 2011 in case I was off on dates. They weren’t. This is Shameless parallel world.

Anyway, Fiona realizes the gas bill wasn’t paid which is why it’s so cold. It was due November 30 as per original Calendar, so their power was cut off. They owe $587, which is steep. They’re a few months behind. Once more, never forget this show is about American poverty. It’s winter and they’ve cut off their heat. Gotta say though, I love the Fi and Kev relationship. He can tell she’s obviously stressed, but he compliments her oatmeal and she smiles.

Frank steals from his own kids. Tony admits he was a virgin until last night. And a lady is here for Aunt Ginger because her social security checks have been cashed in Chicago, but Fiona is confused because AuNt GiNgEr LiVeS iN wIsCoNsIn. Oh poor Fiona.

The dirtiest white boy in America (or at least the Southside) leads a group of similarly dirty Milkoviches in search for Ian. You know. To murder him, probably. Normal.

And in a moment of great foreshadowing: that dirty boy has no idea he’ll be spending the rest of his life screaming Ian’s name 😏

While Fiona yells at Frank about Aunt Ginger, Mickey and his goons have spray painted “Ian Gallagher is a Dead Man” all over the Southside. I wonder if it’s still there and Ian takes Mickey to visit it all nostalgic.

He spells his name right here, though.

Frank tries to get an old lady from the shelter to pose as Aunt Ginger. He is refused for something he did ‘last Christmas’, so he sneaks in. Steve is still chasing Fiona. Lip has just taken an SAT for some other kid and gets the shit beat out of him by Mickey. No good deed.

Things to note. Iggy is getting out of juvi, and Mickey says his mom is driving up to get him. So his mom is still alive here.

Lip comes home, once more interrupting Good Officer Tony trying so hard to get Fiona. Frank finally admits Aunt Ginger has been dead for 12 years, breaking Debbie’s heart. So they take Debbie to the old people pound to pick out an Aunt Ginger for them to foster temporarily.

Debbie and fake Aunt Ginger bond over old lady things. Steve tries again with Fiona. Ian and Lip have another iconic BROTHERS moment.

The next morning, Lip wakes up to find Ian and the Killing Bat missing. Lip goes to join Ian on his suicide mission, and we get another great BROTHERS moment. Instead of Mickey, Ian runs into Mandy and he confesses that he’s gay.

The lady from the government comes back and meets fake Aunt Ginger. The Gallaghers get away with it, and Fiona steals the social security cheque to pay the gas bill. And Frank admits Ginger is buried in the backyard. I hate this show.

Ian and Mandy bond over NSYNC, which feels like a dated reference. If they're 14/15 in 2010, and Nsync's final album Celebrity came out in 2001 (I know this because 12 year old me made my dad take me to the HMV at the mall to buy me the cd) then they were like 5. Anyway, she’s worried he thinks she’s ugly and is using being gay as an excuse. He assures her she’s beautiful, which is adorable, and when she’s still skeptical, he grabs her boob and puts her hand on his dick. He doesn’t get a boner, which convinces Mandy that he really is gay. He looks so bored.

Debbie has to return fake Aunt Ginger and breaks down crying. I’d say get this girl a puppy, but they couldn't afford to keep one alive.

Fiona is all dressed up and in front of Tony’s mom’s door, but instead chooses Steve, because that girl loves toxic men.

In conclusion, this episode begins a week after the previous, starting on Thursday December 2 and going through until Saturday December 4.

#shameless timeline #s1 #1x03

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More Than This ➸ Mikko Rantanen

its 3 am and i couldnt wait to post this. its self indulgent, all of it

You have a thing for bigger guys. And Mikko, well, he takes notice.

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warnings: slight angst? if you squint, reader cant get off, size kink (obviously), smut, thigh riding, mutual pining if you squint, sorta best friend!jt

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You didn't know how you let JT talk you into letting him swipe through your Bumble account. And you definitely don't know how he managed to get you to let him do it while displaying your phone on his Apple TV. And what you absolutely, totally, completely did not know, was how you let him keep going when Ryan, EJ, Gabe, Mikko, Naz and some of the wives and girlfriends arrived at his and Josty’s shared apartment. 

You'd known JT for years, so your dating life wasn't exactly a new subject for you. Besides, it had seemed fun at the time, the group of you lounging around the living room as JT swipes through Bumble for you.

“Hey what about this guy? He's cute!” Gabe says. JT scrolls through the guy’s profile.

“Wait,” you said, stopping him from scrolling any further. “6’4? Swipe right.”

The group erupts into laughter at your words, though you were being completely serious. JT swipes right anyways without scrolling through the rest of “Andy”’s profile, the group cheering as you match. You lock eyes with Mikko, completely by accident, and the dark look in his eyes tells you he knows something you don't. He stands, announcing he's going to get a drink from the kitchen, but you don't miss the smirk tugging at his lips as you gulp, your eyes travel up his hulking frame. 

Your attention is pulled away by Naz saying something about a guy’s bio being “ultimate douchebag vibes”, and that’s when you decide it's been enough. You snatch your phone back from JT, disconnecting from the screen mirroring despite the protests around you. 

“You guys have snooped into my dating life enough,” you laugh, “All thanks to Comph here, but that’s enough, seriously.”

With a grumble, the group relents, allowing the conversation to progress past “6’4? Swipe right.”

-

You were staring again. 

You knew it too. You also knew that if you didn't stop soon - like, now - you were gonna get caught. Again. Just as a thought goes through your head, you feel an elbow digging into your side. 

“If you want to fuck him, just shoot your shot.” You turn to glare at Ashley, finally tearing your eyes away from the blonde brute on the other side of the bar. You reach over to smack JT with the back of your hand as he starts laughing.

“Fuck off, dude,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Even if I wanted to - which I don't, by the way - I couldn't.”

“Says who?” JT says incredulously. “Besides, don't you have a thing for big dudes?” As your oldest friend of the group (though he wasn't always your friend for as long as you've known him, he was your brother’s friend from college before you moved to Denver), JT had the most shit to talk. 

“Says my contract with your team, Jimothy.” The ginger grimaces at the nickname, but lets it slide, opting out of his usual reaction of punching the guys in the arms when they called him that. Instead he laughs again at your defensive expression and your avoidance of his question, turning to call the rest of the guys back to your table. Your glare intensifies as he gives you a shit-eating grin. 

“Technically you don't know that it says that. What's the worst that could happen, Y/N?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was so unlike him. Drunk JT was the worst you thought. “I'm sure he’d be down for a -” he pauses dramatically “night of passion.” 

You gag at the way he says it, at the same time you here an accented voice say.

“Who wants a night of passion?” 

You tense, not having realized the rest of the team had actually come back so quickly. You force yourself to relax and paint a playful smile on your face, turning to look at the Fin. 

“Nothing, Jimothy’s just being stupid as usual,” you say dryly, scooting over as Mikko motions for you to move further in the booth. You pretend not to notice Ashley’s shit-eating grin as Naz rolls his eyes at her antics. Luckily no one at the table says anything incriminating before the boys start up a new conversation. 

In the chaos you almost don't notice Mikko stretching, placing an arm behind you on the booth. But you do notice, and it makes you stiffen. Mikko feels your body go rigid, glancing down at you with a confused pout. He leans down for a moment until his mouth is by your ear. 

“Are you okay?” he murmurs as his hand drops to caress your shoulder in what you guessed was supposed to be a comforting manner. 

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you lie easily, avoiding his gaze. “Just a little on edge.” 

If it was possible his voice lowers, making you strain to hear him. “Just relax.” And - that really doesn't help, heat settling in your gut at the words. 

“Actually -” you say abruptly, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that night, “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m just not feeling it.” 

You can see Ashley watching you closely from the corner of your eye, but you don't turn to look at her. Instead you raise an eyebrow expectantly, motioning for Mikko to get up out of the booth so you could leave. He looks surprised by your sudden desire to leave - lips parted in confusion and what you thought was a hint of hurt. 

With a reluctant look on his face, Mikko slides out of the booth, stepping aside to let you slip past. You send a quick wave to the table, and after a brief goodbye, head towards the exit to wait for your Uber. You assumed Mikko sat back down as you walked away, so it surprised you when you heard Mikko call after you just as you'd begun to walk towards the curb. 

“Y/N! Wait!” 

Your step falters for a moment as you glance over your shoulder, pausin to let Mikko catch up with you. He reaches for you for a moment, before pulling back. 

“Are you okay? Seriously.” 

And like, you hate the concern in his voice. Stupid you think. Stupid accent and stupid pouty lips and stupid - 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mikko repeating your name, softer this time, as he takes a step closer to you. Your breath hitches at you stare at him towering over you, trying to force yourself to think of anything other than how his massive hands would feel on your body. 

“Yeah,” you finally choke out, taking a step backwards towards your waiting Uber. “Yeah, I’m good, just - I'm just tired and have a lot on my plate right now.” 

You're reaching for the door before he can respond, barely catching his faint “Text me when you get home safe!” before the door is closed. You pretend not to hear him. The driver glances at you in the mirror quizzically, seemingly wanting to ask how you left Mikko Rantanen outside of a bar without so much as a goodbye, but thinks better of it, turning up the soft music on the radio as he begins the drive towards your apartment. 

You feel drained when you finally get home, showering and changing into more comfortable clothes as quickly as you can before crawling into bed. Your thoughts drift to Mikko as you close your eyes, the heat in your gut from before returning. You consider taking care of yourself, but considering you haven't been able to get off in weeks, the idea seems even more exhausting, so you let sleep overtake you. 

- 

“You didn't text me.” 

You glance up from your laptop to see Mikko standing in the aisle of the plane, his eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown. 

“What?” you say dumbly, you stare up at him, forcing your attention away from one of his enormous hands as it curls around the back of the seat in front of you. You only succeed in noticing his thighs in his basketball shorts, the chiseled muscles making your mouth go dry.

“When you left yesterday,” he clarifies, pulling your gaze away from his thighs. “I told you to text me when you got home safe.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

You're taken aback by irritation in his tone - and slightly offended. Who was he to be annoyed with you? 

“Well, I was really tired, so…” you trail off, eyes falling back to your laptop screen. You hope he takes it as an end to the conversation, and luckily, he does. 

You feel bad for being short with him, but JT and Ashley’s teasing from the night before - and, let’s face it, from months before - was getting to you. You can't help but watch Mikko’s back as he retreats, heading back to the front of the plane where he usually sat. 

You see him slump in his seat, blonde curls barely visible over the backrest, and a pang of guilt shoots through you. It’s gone the moment you catch JT’s eye, flipping him off as he grins knowingly, before shaking your head and focusing on your work. 

You didn't have time to lust over Mikko. Not when you had the job that needed your complete focus. 

The flight is short, and you arrive in Edmonton faster than you thought you would. You try to ignore Mikko’s burning stare as the players and staff exit the plane, trying your best to tune into the animated story Josty was telling JT. 

You breathe a sigh of relief once you close the door to your hotel room, finally relaxing for the first time all day. The game wasn't until tomorrow, so you knew you had time to do what you wanted - which was absolutely nothing. 

And nothing you did, lounging around in your room watching Netflix and declining an offer from JT to go out with, well, everyone. It didn't help that you knew Mikko and Mark’s room was directly next to yours, but as you heard the chaos of a group of 30 grown men, and then some, heading out for the night, you relaxed a little more. 

An idea pops into your head when the noise finally fades, your hands slipping further down your body to rest above your shorts. You were tense, and needed release - desperately. You give in to yourself, slipping your fingers under your shorts and panties, gasping as your fingers slide through your folds. You're already wet, sensitive from not having been able to cum in weeks. 

A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingertips find your clit, rubbing gently to work yourself up. You can't help the noises that escape your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet, but easing up when you remembered that everyone had gone out. 

Your breath quickens as you rub tight, fast circles on your cunt, your back arching. Your other hand finds your breast through your thin t-shirt, pulling and pinching at your nipple. The added sensation makes you moan loudly into the empty room. 

Your hand moves faster and faster in your panties as you pinch your nipple roughly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to keep yourself quiet - just in case. 

You're so so close, you can feel it. Your orgasm is right there, and it feels endless as you chase it. You move the hand that's playing with your breasts down to slip under your panties, sinking two fingers into your pussy. Your back arches even more at the feeling, whines escaping you now even with your lip between your teeth. You just - you need something to push you over the edge into you euphoria but - 

“Fuck!” you sob, your body collapsing back onto your bed as your hands cease their movements. You draw your hands out of your shorts, repeating “Fuck”, before resigning to the fact that you just can't cum. Tears slip down your cheeks as you attempt to catch your breath. It ached, how bad you needed to cum but you just couldn't. So you give up on, trying to find anything else to focus on. Only hours later did you find yourself falling into a restless sleep. 

- 

The knock on your door makes you jump, the sound echoing in your empty apartment. You frown as you think Who the fuck is here this late? You'd only just gotten home and settled from your trip to Edmonton, finally relaxing on your couch with Netlix already pulled up and ready to browse through. You're so caught up in wondering who could be at your door that another three heavy knocks sound at the door. 

 Impatient much? you think bitterly as you make your way to the door. 

You nearly slam it shut again when you see who's on the other side. 

“Mikko,” you say, a questioning tone to your voice. “What are you-” 

“I heard you.” His words are abrupt, cutting your sentence off. You frown, not understanding what he means. You step aside to let him come in, and he doesn't hesitate before sweeping into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and taking a seat at your couch. 

You raise your eyebrows at Mikko’s boldness as you come to stand in front of him, about to ask him to clarify what exactly it was he heard, before he answers the question for you. 

“Last night. In Edmonton.” 

Your blood runs cold, but his voice lowers, thick with intention. 

“I could hear you, when you couldn't cum.” 

“I - I -” you stutter for a moment, “I thought everyone went out last night.” 

It's not a denial of what Mikko said, and he knows it. 

“I stayed behind,” he says simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes are dark, and you can't bring yourself to look away, no matter how badly you wanted to. 

“I…” You flush under his gaze, somehow both absolutely mortified by him hearing you, and curious to see what he would say. “And you're telling me this because…?” 

Mikko is silent for a few moments, mulling over his words. “Let me help you,” he finally says, his voice low and husky. “Let me help you cum.” 

You can't help the way you gasp, the desperation from the night before flaring up again. 

“Mikko I don't-” 

“Think it's a good idea?” he finishes, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. “I don't care. I want...I want you. I want this. I want to help you.” 

“Mikko…” 

You sound uncertain but he knows you've already made up your mind. You let out a yelp as he tugs you roughly into his lap, smashing his lips into yours. A moan escapes you immediately, god he was incredible. Mikko is big, he's so big that one of his arms wraps itself almost completely around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face, nearly covering half of it. You feel small in his lap, and you love it. 

His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, coaxing small noise from you as you grip his shoulders. It was better than you could have ever imagined, the way he bites your bottom lip and tugs back on it with a smile. You whine again as his giant hand falls to your ass, flexing over the flesh and squeezing. 

He pushes against your ass, guiding you to rock against him. You tear your lips away from him, head falling to his shoulder at the friction. Your brain is fried, unable to think of anything but the behemoth of a man in front of you. 

“God he's so painfully my type” you remember telling your friend when you first moved to Denver. You didn't tell her why. You didn't tell her it was because of his size. You didn't tell her it was because he was over a foot taller than you. And you definitely didn't tell her it was because you wanted him to use that size to his advantage with you. 

And use it he did, moving your body the way he wants against him as you whimper pathetically. Mikko maneuvers you so that you're seated on one of his massive thighs, your leggings doing next to nothing to provide a barrier between your cunt and his thigh. 

“Please,” you find yourself whining before you can stop yourself. The pressure of his leg against your clit makes you giddy, unable to think of anything but more more more. Mikko’s hand on your ass guides you, rocking your hips against him as the other caresses your hair. 

“That's it,” he spurs you on, accent thickening as he moves you, “Just like that, good girl. Feels good doesn't it?” 

You whimper again and nod against his neck, moving your hips even as he guides you. The friction feels delicious against your cunt, and you can already feel your orgasm building up. Mikko murmurs soft words of encouragement as you rut against him, the tent in his sweatpants growing tighter as more noises escape your throat. 

Logically, you knew Mikko’s size would likely match the size of his cock but - nothing could have prepared you for what you felt against your thigh as you rocked harder into him. His cock was straining against his sweats, thick and heavy as you pushed against him. 

Mikko’s hand disappears from your ass for a moment, before coming down again with a rough smack. You jolt at the sting and cry out as it only brings you closer to the edge. Your hand curls around his neck, your face smushed into his shoulder with his other hand cradling the back of your head. 

“Please, Mikko, please!” you sob into his t-shirt, so fucking close to release. You were desperate, strings of curses and his name and “pleasepleaseplease” the only words leaving your mouth. He coos gently at your desperation, bouncing his leg slightly to give you more friction. 

“I've got you, rakas,” (beloved) he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You're close aren't you?” 

“Mhm.” Your voice comes out whiny, but you could really care less, too caught up in chasing your orgasm to care how you sounded. “Mik - Mikko, please, please.” 

“That’s it,” he repeats, the hand that was cradling your head disappearing, only to come down on your ass sharply. A sob is ripped from your throat as you wind your hand into his hair and pull. “Come on, there you go, are you going to cum for me?” 

“Yes yes yesyesyes,” you babble, frantic as you seek your high. 

“Cum for me, rakas,” Mikko growls. “I want you to cum for me.”

The filthy, commanding tone he uses is enough to send you over the edge, throwing you into white-hot ecstasy as you finally - finally - achieve the release you've been craving. You're faintly aware of the scream you let out, and the tears slipping down your cheeks, but you're too focused on the pleasure you're feeling to be embarrassed - or even care, for that matter. 

Mikko holds you tight to his body as you begin to regain consciousness, rocking you slower and slower against his thigh until he stops, tugging you so that you straddle his lap instead. You're hyper aware of his cock pressing against your thigh, achingly hard. 

“You did so well,” he purrs, peppering your neck with soft, wet kisses. “You did so fucking good, you're so beautiful when you cum for me.” You whine at the words, finally finding the strength to lift your heavy head from his shoulder. 

“Sorry I ruined your shirt,” you snivel, gasping out a sob when another tremor wracks your body. Mikko pulls you back into his chest, chuckling softly. 

“That's alright, suloinen asia. (sweet thing) You did so good for me.” 

Mikko strokes your hair softly as your sobs slow to a stop, holding you tightly to him to build you back up where he shattered you. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his fingers caress you, the heat radiating from him lulling you into a daze. 

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, curling your hand around the back of his head. You pull back softly to look at him, and you can't help but revel in what you see. Mikko’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes are blown wide with lust. He stares up at you in admiration, smiling almost shyly at your gratitude. 

“Y/N I - fuuuck,” Mikko’s words are cut off when you rock your hips against his aching cock, his hands flying to your waist. “What are you - oh - Y/N - shit -” 

“Please?” you mewl softly, pouting softly at his reprimanding stare. 

“Stop that,” he groans, his head tilting back slightly in pleasure. Whether he's talking about your pout or the way you were grinding on him - who knows. 

“Please?” you repeat, smiling triumphantly when his hands on your waist push you a little harder against his dick. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, yeah, okay, one condition.” 

“Mhm,” you hum, too distracted with roaming your eyes over Mikko’s chest and arms to pay attention. 

“Hey.” Mikko grabs your face between two fingers, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to look at him. You stop breathing for a moment, his grip on your face unrelenting as you wait for him to tell you his condition. “My condition,” he says, “is that I want more than just this. Let me take you on a date. And no more swiping right on any other big guys on dating apps.” 

His words catch you by surprise, and you laugh loudly. Mikko lets go of your face when you do, watching you throw your head back joyfully. He's confused for a moment, but accepts your kiss, smiling against your mouth as you giggle against his. 

“Is that a yes?” he murmurs between kisses. 

“It's a hell yes,” you smile brightly, leaning into to steal another. 

“Great, now can I fuck you over the back of this couch and make you cum again or what?”

#ive been meaning to write this and finally just did it in one go lol #mikko rantanen #mikko rantanen imagine #mikko rantanen smut #colorado avalanche smut #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey imagine #hockey smut #avs

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surprise - a.beauvillier

requested: [x] yes [] no

okay i saw you want a Tito request and i am here to deliver because i love him. maybe like something to do with significant others and families seem to be able to possibly go to Edmonton for finals so like maybe you’re able to surprise him when they get there and it’s just all cute and fluffy idk lol

a/n: when I read this request, my heart went 🥺 this is not proofread I apologize in advance

You couldn’t contain the excitement, nor did you want to, you were finally after more than a month, going to get to see Tito, no one could ruin your mood. Well, that's what you thought. “Two weeks?!” You gasped over the phone, someone from the management team was calling to tell you how this was going to go over. “Yes, its standard.” He spoke blankly, you ran a hand through your hair, tugging at the roots frustratedly. “I already did that before the flight, the last person I talked too said if I did it for two weeks before the flight and I was tested everyday I would be able to see him.” You explained, putting on your work voice, knowing other wise you’d end up yelling at the poor man who himself was only doing what he was told. “Let me talk to my boss.” The line went silent, you pinched the bridge of your nose, wishing this headache was over, “Miss Y/L/N?” His voice came back, you looked down to the ring on your left hand, smiling at the thought of hopefully soon being married to Anthony, assuming covid would soon allow for the type of wedding you dreamed of. “Yes?” You answered, hopeful to what he was going to say. “They arrive in Edmonton tomorrow, I’m sending someone to your room now to test you, and again tomorrow, if you come back negative both days you’ll be allowed to see him.” He went on to go over how everyone has to be tested every single day no matter what, which fine, you could deal with getting a q-tip shoved up your nose everyday if it meant you could be with Tito. “Thank you.”

***

Of course, you’d come back negative on both of your covid tests, just like you knew you would, the airport had been the first time you’d seen the light of day in weeks in preparation of coming here. “Excited?” Camille teaser seeing your leg bouncing as the elevator moved down to the lower floors of the arena, the guys were out for warm ups and whoever had braved the flight to be with them for finals was going to walk out of the tunnel and surprise them. “I could say the same to you.” You retorted laughing along with her, she clapped her hands together as the doors opened, you two had been part of the last group of people to come out, the second the doors opened you all stepped out, starting to walk down the hall as you heard the guys skating and the music cut off, a voice coming out over the loud speaker. “We have a surprise for you all! Look towards the tunnel.” And with that, everyone, mostly spouses or girlfriends, a few siblings had made it, ran out. The guys jaws dropped as they all dropped their sticks, eyes rushing to find whoever they were looking for. Your eyes searched for Anthony’s who was doing the same, finally you spotted him, well, you spotted his jersey number first but then he spotted you, and much like the other guys he forced his way through to you.

“Anthony!” You shrieked, rushing towards him, you hit him with a thud but neither of you cared as he circled his arms around your waist, nearly lifting you off the ground. “Y/N, oh my god, baby.” He breathed out, leaning back to cup your face, you were looking up at him with wide, happy tear filled eyes. “I missed you.” You whispered, letting your eyes shut as he wiped the few tears that fell from your eyes, “I missed you too.” And then you practically melted into his touch when he kissed you tenderly, “I’m so proud of you, no matter what happens, alright?” You spoke strictly, making sure he knew that you meant it. “You guys need to get back to warm ups, I’m gonna be in the stands all night, every game for the rest of the playoffs for you.” You whispered kissing him softly again, he nodded with a child like grin on his face. On your way off the ice you stopped and gave Mat a quick hug, congratulating him on how well they’ve done, and scolding him lightly for getting injured so much.

“I forgot how amazing it was to watch you play in person.” You smirked softly, wrapping your arms around Anthony’s neck as you entered the hotel room. “Oh really?” He quipped, not hesitating to pull you flush against him, the kiss started hot and quick, but slowly faded into a softer action. “As much as I missed you, which baby, believe me when I say it was so much, I’m just so tired, I just wanna hold you and sleep.” Tito admitted, your eyes softened, “of course.” You soothed, cupping his face, “you’re so cute.” You added, seeing the small pout on his lips, afraid he’d upset you. “It’s okay, I’m not in any rush, I haven’t been able to sleep good without you.” You spoke softly, pushing some hair back off of his forehead, he smiled softly down at you. “You’re so cute.” He repeated your words, kissing your forehead softly before the two of you got ready for bed and fell asleep nearly instantly, not an inch of space between you two.

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[gaemkyuu]

The Fight

Warnings: none...unless couples fighting make you uncomfortable, then there’s that. A/N: Second installment to the Teagan Valencia Series! It’s not as fluffy as the first part, but it gets a little fluffy at the end. Humor me as the Proposal is fluffy and makes my inner teenager giggle. I’ll post the next installment later in the week :) Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :) 

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The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting  / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future The Fight “But Julie! You don’t understand! Would you just listen?!” Teagan never ceased to be amazed by Charlie’s acting. The man was truly passionate and put his heart and soul into everything he did. Hearing Charlie’s voice break and tears spring in his eyes, brought her back to the moment where Charlie and her really questioned whether or not being together was the best thing for the both of them... ***

After wrapping up season one of Julie and the Phantoms in Vancouver and the holiday season, Charlie found himself back in LA and Teagan back in Edmonton. She had recently gotten employed by Netflix Canada on the promotional team as an intern, hoping she could work her way up the ladder. She didn’t expect the workload and the hours to be long, but the pay was worth it. Afterall, she had been saving to pay for the numerous flights she was making back and forth from Edmonton to LA. She didn’t always get time off and even when she did there was still some work that she needed to do. It wasn’t different for Charlie either, as he was often knee deep in other projects and endeavours that he was passionate about. Both were doing their best to be supportive of the other, but they slowly started feeling the distance impacting them. 

Teagan had been down for a long weekend to visit Charlie, but knew she couldn’t completely unplug from work and spend time with her beloved. Sitting at brunch together, very little conversation was exchanged as Teagan had gotten a very important email from Head Office about a potential opportunity for her to move up in the company. This meant an increase in wage and the potential to be relocated to LA. Charlie, however, was out of the loop and quickly became annoyed with Teagan being distracted that led to an explosive conversation in the vehicle on their way back to his apartment. “It’s not just this time Teagan! Every time you come down for a “visit” you’re never really here!” Charlie slammed the front door to his apartment shut as they walked through.  “Says the person who always has to be on set or some interview or some shoot! I’m trying Charlie! I really am!” Tears flooded her eyes, the frustration that she kept to herself began to bubble over. “I’m not an actor or a celebrity or an influencer Charlie! I have a lot of work that I have to do, but you wouldn’t understand that would you? You show up for a picture and you make twice as much as me!” “Don’t turn this around and pin it on me Teagan. I’ve worked hard to get here.” Charlie's voice became dangerously quiet as he approached her. “That’s not what I’m saying Charlie-”“It’s not my fault that you don’t put nearly as much effort into this relationship as I do! What’s the point if you’re not going to try?” The words cut through her like a hot knife through butter. “You don’t think I’m trying?” she whispered, scared that she would lose her composure. “You could’ve fooled me” Charlie scoffed, plopping down on the couch, leaving her standing at the kitchen counter. A thick and heavy silence filled the space between them, as her tears threatened to fall down her face. “Fine. Say I’m not trying Charlie.” her voice was louder this time, albeit shaky, trying to maintain her composure. “The amount of overtime I work to afford plane tickets down... the countless times I told my family that you had to cancel coming for a visit because of work, when in reality you never planned to come visit me... The nights I spent alone in my apartment missing you while seeing you post pictures with other girls at a party... Yeah, I guess I’m not trying Charlie” She wished she could’ve walked away from Charlie with grace, but all the emotions that she had been harbouring began to pour out as she broke into heavy sobs and sank to the kitchen floor. Charlie, alarmed at her sudden breakdown, rushed over to her as she sobbed into her knees. He kept trying to get her to open up, but she tensed every time he tried. She could barely hear him over her sobs, frustration and sadness.  Teagan hadn’t been completely transparent with her situation back in Edmonton. Early on in their relationship, Teagan realized that her job as a retail manager wasn’t going to afford the numerous plane tickets she would be buying to see Charlie. With his unconventional schedule, he rarely had time to come visit her in Edmonton, but she could be a little more flexible and see him. Teagan had made the decision to move into a smaller apartment with cheaper rent downtown Edmonton in a neighbourhood that her parents thought dangerous. She began to decline the invites from her friends and family to go out to dinner or to the clubs. Being new to the Netflix company still meant she was at the bottom of the payscale, which paid the same amount as her retail job, but being in a position where her expenses were growing. She would go on shopping trips with friends, but never bought anything. Friends and family began to criticise Charlie for taking advantage of her and making her spend all the money, in which Teagan was quick to defend him. It didn’t help that her mother expected her to be the traditional filipino housewife that she was. The both of them were already feeling the strain of the distance, that Teagan couldn’t bring other problems into the relationship. If they were struggling this much just because of distance, what more if Teagan confessed her behind the scenes. She didn’t want to risk making things worse, so she kept quiet about these details, mentioning very little to Charlie and always wanting to know about how he was and what he was working on. “Teags, look at me please?” his voice was softer now. “Teagan, talk to me please?” She slowly lifted her head, not ready to make eye contact with him. Charlie kissed her forehead and held her face in his hands, forcing them to look into each other’s eyes. She could see the intensity in his eyes. He was all together apologetic, embarrassed and heartbroken, but she could tell he was searching her eyes hopefully. He wiped away another tear that rolled down her face as Teagan took a deep breath, steading herself for what she wanted to say next would be difficult. “It’s been so hard without you. I didn’t want to tell you anything because I already felt like we were struggling... I thought that it would only make things worse...” her voice tired and sad. Charlie’s heart broke further seeing the normally bubbly and optimistic woman so defeated. To see her this way felt odd and unsettling, as though Charlie never wanted to see her this way again. He pulled her into his embrace, which she gladly accepted.  They sat there for a moment or two in each other's arms, no words exchanged between them.  Charlie moved Teagan so that she sat in between his legs, back to his chest, as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen island on the floor. His arms stayed firmly wrapped around her and she rested her head against his chest and shoulder. “I didn’t mean what I said. I just felt so frustrated and I took it out on you. I know you’re trying, but like you said, it’s been hard.” He peppered her head with soft kisses, not knowing how to bring spirit back into his lover. She sniffed quietly, wiping a tear away with her hand. “Are we holding onto something that’s not meant to last?” His body tensed behind her and she felt the tears spill over once again. Teagan braced herself for what she felt was the inevitable goodbye of this whirlwind of a romance. Optimistic Teagan couldn’t exist in this moment as she felt exhausted and broken down. Pessimistic Teagan braced her heart for the impact of Charlie’s response. But it never came. Instead, she was met with soft lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Charlie had shifted positions in order to kiss her, giving them both the response that they needed. They didn’t need to speak as their actions spoke louder in the moment as their kiss intensified. What was meant to be soft, gentle and innocent quickly became passionate, needy and desperate. This new found intensity brought a simple kiss on the kitchen floor to the walls of Charlie’s bedroom, filling their afternoon with each other. In the early evening, as they rested in each other’s arms, basking in their emotions of what transpired, they began to discuss boundaries and goals that they would work on moving forward. Both were determined to make this relationship work and if it meant putting tangible expectations in place, so be it. To break up would mean to simply give up on each other, but they both knew that they were strong headed and convicted in their commitment to one another. It was after that fight that Charlie knew he wanted Teagan to be more than a girlfriend.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie imagines #fanfiction #TeaganValenciaSeries

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these always sound better in my head when i day dream. anyways - again more of an intro ish to this sequence ive had in mind for a while. also something something when youre comfs around someone so something something teasing and something something it being easy etc.

is this also an excuse to lowkey write about the playoffs, étienne being extra and the magical mystical beard? probably. 

Bleu comme le St-Laurent

 July 3rd 2021

They’d agreed, before his visit, that it would be easier and simpler if he simply took a cab over from the airport, all things considered. Mostly, he’d had to convince Étienne and in the end, his boyfriend had abdicated and agreed to wait for him at home. It meant that he was only a little bit nervous as the cab got closer and closer to Étienne’s place and that the butterflies in his stomach multiplied at every turn.

 It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Étienne, but it always felt a little stilted those first few moments after not seeing each other for a bit. Or – at least, it had been before. For as much as he wanted to cherish the time he had with Étienne, especially knowing that it was limited, it always made him take a step back when he saw Étienne again, as if seeing him in person was always slightly to the left of how his brain remembered him.

 And then, even though they hadn’t seen each other in a little over two months, it somehow still felt like a lifetime. So much had changed and happened since Étienne had returned home that it could have been decades since he’d last held him in his arms and it would have been the same. Still, he supposed that a little over two months was nothing, in the grand scheme of things, and this time around, they had been in contact practically every day, via either text messages or video chats.

 However, those did nothing compared to being able to hold Étienne in his arms.

 “On est arrivé,” The driver said and effectively got Edward out of his reverie. He braced himself for whatever version of Étienne would greet him, paid the driver, got out of the cab, and retrieved his bags, before taking a deep breath. It was blissfully, unexpectedly cool out today and it was a pleasant change from the heat wave he’d suffered the past week.

 He took out his phone to send a message to his boyfriend to let him know he was there, when he finally noticed, and heard, Étienne descend the few stairs from his front door to run up to him.

 “Eddy!” He practically shouted as he approached him. Edward was taken by surprise – by Étienne’s energy, by his unexpected appearance, as though he’d been waiting on the front steps and of course – by his majestic beard.

 It was one thing seeing it in photos and videos – another one seeing it in person.

 Étienne stopped short a few paces away from him, wide smile on his face, excitement bubbling on the surface and did his utmost best not to rocket launch himself in Edward’s arms. If anything, Edward was surprised he’d managed to show this much restraint and then put down his carry-on to take a step forward and open up his arms, waiting for the impact.

 It was all the invitation Étienne needed and soon, Edward found himself with an armful of excited Étienne giving him the tightest of hugs and – how he’d missed this.

 “I can’t believe you’re here!” Étienne said, moments and maybe hours later, as he pulled back a few inches to look him in the face.

 Edward smiled kindly at him and let himself be held for a moment longer. He’d said it once and he’d say it again, but spring and summer truly suited Étienne. He looked – invigorated and healthy and happy and it was such a pleasant change from last time that it settled some anxious part of him that had been worried for him.

 Then of course, there was Étienne’s beard. It was well past his chin now and curled in thick coarse hair that felt blissful on his skin.

 “And look at you!” He said, finally, finally daring to bring a hand up to his boyfriend’s face and finally, finally getting a chance to touch it.

 Étienne crinkled his nose and Edward laughed, “I had forgotten all the things I don’t like about the beard, but I am also quite excited to still have one.” He beamed at that and Edward couldn’t say he hadn’t noticed. It would have been hard not to.

 Just in Étienne’s front window, he saw one Habs flag next to another flag with a giant Stanley Cup and all the years the Habs had won written in the white space on both sides. Then, of course, there was the other flag hanging from the front, swaying with the breeze. There wasn’t even a game today and Étienne was still wearing one of his multiple Habs themed t-shirts. Edward couldn’t say he blamed him – it had been twenty-eight years and there was nothing quite like a final playoff rush.

 “Y’know, for someone who can actually grow a beard, I’m surprised you never had a phase.”

 Étienne let him go to pick up his suitcase and started heading towards his front door, “My phases were and always will be during the playoffs. Too much maintenance, too much trouble, and too much blegh.” He grimaced at that and opened up the door, while Edward laughed at his antics. “Anyways, I’ll go put your stuff in the bedroom and I’ll let you get reacquainted with Mercury – I swear she’s missed you.”

 Just as he opened the door, Mercury came barrelling down to see who it could possibly be and when she saw Edward, she went right for him, barking excitedly. Truth be told, he had also missed her incredibly – and not just because he loved dogs in general. Plus, there was also the fact that he had spent most of her first year of life with her.

 As Mercury licked his face and tried her best to tackle him to the ground in her excitement, Edward noticed the new decorations to Étienne’s place. He had forgotten just how much paraphernalia Étienne had of his beloved Habs and it seemed as though every last item had been brought out to be displayed. There were trinkets and figurines on every last piece of furniture, framed photos had been put up on the walls and every other household item that came themed in something Habs was there. Then again, Étienne had been a fan of them since day one and it was easy to collect memorabilia when one  lived as long as they did and had a team with such history and clout.

 “Sorry about that; I forgot how excited she gets,” Étienne said as he returned to the entrance, “Mercury, ça suffit. Laisse-le tranquile.” Surprisingly, Mercury stepped back with a whine and then trotted back to her master’s side. Étienne scratched her behind the ears and she then returned to see Edward, but was calmer.

 “Hey you,” Étienne added as he walked over to Edward and gently pulled him in for a softer hug of his own. Now that they were behind closed doors, ensconced safely in Étienne’s home, Edward had no qualms in greeting him properly with a first kiss of many.

 “Nice décor,” He teased gently when they pulled away for a moment.

 “Excuse-toi; I am simply celebrating this magical run no one literally saw coming for as long as I can.”

 Edward grinned, endeared by the way Étienne’s crinkled his nose and the way he frowned at him, as if vexed and insulted. He’d missed this – missed this side of Étienne who went all in for his team – or for something he enjoyed. Missed his over-the top attitude towards the things he loved. Missed being held by him.

 “I know, Sweetheart.”

 Étienne’s face softened at the pet name and he leaned in for another kiss, which Edward was more than happy to indulge in.

 “Missed you,” Étienne murmured from the crook of Edward’s neck.

 The hairs from his beard both tickled and thrilled him and not for the first time, he realised just how very long it had been.

 “Missed you more.” He added, making his boyfriend chuckle softly.

 “Maybe, but not all of us have a second boyfriend we can go to when the first one goes back home,” Étienne pressed another kiss to Edward’s neck and the scrape of his beard against his skin sent shivers down his spine.

 “And when has that ever even stopped you before from going after anyone you wanted?”

 “There’s a plague running rampant, Edward, I wasn’t about to hook up during a Global Pandemic,” He chided and looked up to his face – all serious like. Edward couldn’t tell if he was teasing him or not, but he was somewhat still surprised by what Étienne had just told him.

 “You mean you haven’t – not even once hooked up with anyone since you left Edmonton?”

 “Non; I wasn’t going to take any chances,” He admitted and – Edward was really impressed.

 “Well, in that case then, it’s a good thing I’m here – I can help remedy that,” He grinned, tugging on Étienne’s shirt a little.

 “That sounds like a really good plan. I also have it on good authority that you seem to have a thing for this new look of mine so - lucky us we have a full weekend of catching up before the game on Monday.”

 Normally, Edward would have had the decency to look flushed, but that was the old him. “You got me on that, so why don’t you lead the way and we can take care of that as well?”

 Étienne laughed and took his hand, before doing just that.

 FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #fic #projocanondoko #title comes from a Song #might use more Lyrics of Said Song for Future Parts of whatever This Sequence iS #idk dont look at me