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withwritersblock · 3 days

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Castles Crumbling

~Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift~

Author's Note: some crazy dad!cale angst. that was sorta requested Summary: Cale and his family after the Game 7 loss against the Kraken Warnings: Kraken mention (jk) crying, swearing I think? Word Count: 2,175 Cale Makar x fm!reader

The clock was ticking down and they were still down by one in the dying seconds of game seven against the Kraken. The suite was full with the wives and girlfriends and the injured players. It was silent as they were watching the game come to a close. No cheers from the crowd, silent as they all were leaving their seats. Y/N leaned her body against the edge of the suite as she watched all of the players skate on the ice.

Cale’s head hung low as he skated in a small circle. She knew that he blamed himself for how the series turned out; from his suspension he got. She covered her mouth with her hands as she felt her eyes fill with tears. She shifted her gaze towards the TV screen to see a zoom in look on Bo crying.

She began crying at the sight of the emotions of the boys on the ice. It was difficult to be a first round exit after winning a cup. Knowing what it takes to win a cup.

It was a tough game, it was a tough season. Selfishly she was glad that it was over, Cale needed to rest up and so did the rest of the players.

Her kids were at home, watching the game with her parents. Her daughter, Hannah, is very close with Cale. She’s only four years old but loves everything about her father’s career. Her son, Jackson, was only seven months old. He was too little to even know what was going on. He was asleep as it was well past his bedtime, but Hannah was allowed to stay up since it was an important game for the team.

She tightened her fists as she watched the team do the end of series handshake. Cale was in the middle of the pack which made it hard to watch him. She knew it was going to be a long couple of months watching the playoffs without them in it.

After another hour, she was waiting outside the locker room to meet up with him. She watched a few of the players exit, teary eyed or stoic. After a while Cale walked out, his head still hung low. His hair was wet as he covered his frame with an Avalanche hoodie with his number on the front and a pair of black shorts.

“Sorry, I took forever. I wanted to shower, clear my head a bit,” he mumbled as he finally approached her, afraid to meet her gaze. She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Don’t apologize,” she mumbled as she rested her hand on the back of his head. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. He shut his eyes, fighting the tears filling his eyes. He wasn’t emotional, he couldn’t show his emotions. “I’m so proud of you, no matter what.”

“I love you,” he let out as he pulled away from her. He took a hold of hand as he guided her towards their car in the parking garage. “Is my girl going to be awake?” he asked, glancing towards Y/N.

“I was hoping my parents could get her to bed but it seems like she’s waiting for you to put her to bed,” she mumbled as she squeezed his hand. Cale nodded, taking a breath. “We could circle the block a few times so you can prepare for confrontation,” she let out. Cale chuckled dryly as he ran his hand across his nose.

“You see me drive past our street, just don’t say anything,” Cale mumbled as he turned towards his car. He unlocked it as he tightened his grip around her hand. He pulled her towards him. She furrowed her eyebrows as she met his gaze.

“Cale,” she questioned as she scanned his features. He stayed silent as he scanned her features, his eyes tearing up slightly. He clenched his jaw.

“I can’t look at my teammates because I’m so disappointed in myself. How am I supposed to tell my daughter that I failed my team,” he said as a sob left his throat.

Her eyes widened as she quickly wrapped her arms around him. “Honey, you know that is not true,” she muttered as she pulled away, keeping her hands resting on the base of his neck. Her thumbs ran along his jawline.

“This is not all on you, my love. It was a tough series for every single one of you. Everyone is banged up one way or another. It is probably for the best-” he clenched his jaw as he rolled his eyes, “It is probably for the best that you all get the rest time you deserve. Cale, you played your heart out. It was not meant to be this season. Recover and rest to be better next time around. I am so proud of you and you should be proud of yourself for pushing yourself the way you did.” she paused as she felt her eyes tear up.

“You tell our daughter that you can’t win them all, but you played your asses off. I love you, you know that?” she mumbled as she scanned his features. He leaned towards her, kissing her like it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he mumbled against her lips as he pulled away from her reluctantly.

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The drive back to their house was fast and silent. They were just listening to Cale’s playlist as they were both trying to think of the best things to say to Hannah. She was nosy, most kids her age are. She also has no filter and Cale was preparing for her to let Cale know it all.

He parked in the garage, turning the car off at the same time as he shut the garage door behind him. He shifted his gaze towards Y/N in the passenger seat and pressed his lips together nervously.

“What if we just camped in the garage? She’ll fall asleep eventually,” he said jokingly. His eyes widened as he nodded, “I’m an awful father,” he let out through a dry chuckle as he rested his head on the steering wheel.

She leaned towards him, “I was thinking the same thing, I don’t know what will come out of that little girl’s mouth,” she said while chuckling.

After a few seconds, Cale let out a long drawn out breath as he opened the car door. She followed in pursuit as they both walked towards the door that led into their house. Cale pushed the door open as he stepped inside there was loud excited shrieks from Hannah from the living room.

It was soon followed by tiny stomps towards the kitchen, where the small hallway led from the garage. “Daddy! Dad!” she yelled as she ran into the kitchen. Her thin hair strands were tied back away from her face as she grinned widely. Cale leaned down, a groan leaving his lips, as Hannah ran into his arms. He excitedly wrapped his arms around her as he picked her up in the air. A giggle left her lips.

“Hello, my darling, why are you still up?” he asked her as he tickled her side. She giggled as she threw her head back.

“Nana and Papa let me watch the whole game!” she bragged as she threw her arms to the side dramatically. Y/N’s parents slowly entered the kitchen exhausted. They didn’t live in Denver and during playoffs last season they stayed with them to be able to watch Hannah during the games.

During a few of the games, Hannah was able to join them at Ball Arena but every game would’ve been too much.

“They did?” he asked as he slowly put her down on the ground.

“Yeah, it was fun,” she mumbled, brushing her hands across her face.

Her parents walked towards Cale giving him a hug, “I’m sorry,” her father let out as he rested his hand onto Cale’s arm. Cale nodded as he pressed his lips together.

“But you didn’t win,” Hannah continued her thought after the interaction. Cale chuckled as the rest of the family looked towards Hannah in horror.

“Hannah,” Y/N let out in a whisper, scolding her. Hannah pouted her lips.

Cale shook his head as he leaned down towards her level, “You’re right, I didn’t. But that’s okay,” he said as he forced a smile on his lips.

“Why?” she asked. Cale chuckled as he scooped her up, giggles left her body as she was hanging upside down on Cale’s shoulder.

“You need to go to bed, sweetheart,” Cale said, giving Y/N a wink.

“No!” Hannah protested on Cale’s shoulder.

“Yes!” Cale sing-songed as he carried her towards her bedroom. He delicately tossed her down onto the bed. Giggles continued to leave Hannah's body. “Climb under the covers,” he instructed as he leaned down onto his knees as he leaned his body against the tiny bed.

Once under the blanket, her head secured on the pillow, her eyes met Cale’s. Their identical eyes. “You didn’t win,” she let out again, a small pout on her lips.

Cale smiled sadly as he took the small ponytail out of his daughter’s hair. He slowly ran his fingers through the pieces of hair. Her eyes were getting heavy in the process.

“No, Daddy didn’t win,” he mumbled as he clenched his jaw, “But it’s okay,” he let out as he continued to run his fingers through her hair.

“Why?” she asked as a yawn left her body.

Cale took in a deep breath as he looked into his little girl’s eyes, “You know how I got hurt a few times during these past few months?” he let out. She nodded, “Well, Uncle EJ was hurt for a while, Uncle Nate wasn’t feeling great. Uncle Bo was hurt a lot too. Sometimes if we lose right now, we’ll be better in the future. And then we’ll win some games,” he said while nodding excitedly.

She nodded dramatically, furrowing her eyebrows. “Not hurt anymore, right?” she asked. Cale nodded as he smiled widely. He ran his thumb across her tiny cheek. Her eyes were blinking slower and slower by the second.

“Nope, I’m all good, lovebug. You get some sleep, I love you,” he whispered towards her, kissing her tiny forehead.

“Love you too, daddy,” she mumbled as she watched him stand up. He winked towards her, forcing a giggle leaving from her throat.

Cale left the bedroom as he slowly shut the door before he quickly turned down the hall towards his son’s room. Jackson was a heavy sleeper for a baby, which always worked in Cale’s favor. Many times instead of going straight to bed when he would get home from road trips, he would sneak into Jackson’s room. He would take Jackson’s from his crib and rock him in the rocking chair for an hour before he went to bed.

He snuck into the room and walked towards the crib. He leaned over and stared towards his son. He was wearing elephant themed pajamas that himself and his mother picked out. Cale thought it was the cutest thing. He felt his eyes tear up again as he admired his little boy.

He slowly reached down and picked him up. He slowly secured him in his arms, Jackson not stirring once. Cale smiled towards his baby as he walked towards the rocking chair. He slowly began to rock as he stared towards his chubby cheeked baby. Hannah and Jackson were slowly becoming the reasons why he wanted to win.

He wanted them to be proud. Have an amazing person to look up to. That was the new goal. Which is why every loss hurts a little more.

He blinked as a tear fell on his cheek as he continued to slowly rock back and forth. He lifted his gaze to see Y/N standing at the doorway. He pressed his lips together as he tilted his gaze back down towards his son.

She slowly stepped inside the nursery, shutting the door delicately behind her. “Cale? Do you want to get ready for bed?” she asked quietly as she kept her back pressed against the door. He shook his head as he took a deep breath.

“I’m good right here for a while, if that’s okay, my love?” he asked. She nodded as a sad smile formed to her lips.

Taking small steps towards him, Cale lifted his gaze to meet hers. She decided to ignore the tears fighting to fall from his eyes, knowing it would be better off. “I’ll be in bed when you're ready,” she continued as she kissed his cheek. He nodded as he looked back towards Jackson.

After a few seconds, she left the nursery. Cale took a deep shaky breath as he looked back down towards his son, “I’ll make you proud, kid,” he mumbled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the baby’s little forehead.

#cale makar imagines #cale makar #cale makar x reader #colorado avalanche imagines #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche x reader

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huggybug · 2 years

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For the fic cale would be nice for his conn smyth!

the winner takes it all - cale makar

word count: 1.0k words

okay i couldn’t help it… two mini fics because cale and nate both deserve it. this is SO short i’m sorry but it’s simple and cute and i’m gonna go cry now

“Cale Makar, you’re absolutely insane” You grin when Cale’s cheeks turn red as he laughs.“Seriously, leave something for everyone else to win”

“Stop” Cale, bashful as ever, was blushing like crazy as you praised him.

“No, you’re a super star Caley” You continue to tease him as the team and their families swarm around you. The ice is full and Cale’s been dragging you around in search of his parents who you had lost as soon as you got down here.

You finally spot Taylor who’s running towards you, tackling his brother in a hug which knocks Cale’s hand out of yours. “Champs Baby!” Taylor yells and Cale laughs.

“Cale! You’re up for an interview” Nate skates up and you hug him as Cale leaves, heading in the direction of the reporters who have been cycling through the team. “He really won it all” Nate says quietly and you nod.

Nate had always been a guy Cale’s looked up to, ever since he started playing with the Av’s and it honestly made you proud of your boyfriend when the respect became a two way thing. The two guys have sang each other’s praises all season and you can tell it’s helped Cale probably just as much as it has Nate.

“He’s gonna give you a run for your money” You teased, poking his arm and Nate laughed loudly.

“I don’t doubt that”

You found Cale’s family and excused yourself from Nate, making your way back to where everyone was waiting for your boy. The energy around you was unreal, everyone that had been waiting for this moment whether it be the wives, parents, coaching staff, and the players themselves were all basking in it. It truly was the greatest feeling.

“Ready?” You look up to see Cale with the cup, grinning from ear to ear. The photographers are apparently waiting so you all gather around him, his parents on one side and you and Taylor on the other. They snap the photos and you’re pretty sure there’s some phones taking photos as well which you’ll have to hunt down later.

The cup’s passed onto the next guy who’s patiently waiting and once again, Cale’s family falls away leaving the two of you. “Hey, I don’t know if I’ve said it yet but I’m proud of you”

The awards and accolades he’s earned this season amazed you. The Norris Trophy itself was crazy but then to go on and win the Conn Smythe and the Stanley Cup all in one season, it was an understatement to say you were proud of him.

“Only about a thousand times” Cale smiled. You were his biggest supporter, always have been and always will be, ever since you met Cale when he played at UMass and then eventually followed him to Denver.

“Well get ready because you’re going to hear it all summer” You laugh when Cale rolls his eyes with a smile.

“I can’t believe it” He says after a beat of silence, “We actually did it, we got the cup and we’re gonna get the rings” You looked up to see stars in his eyes. Cale was the league’s prized possession, the young superstar that would pave the way for the new generation of players. While you didn’t doubt that for even a second, he was more than just that. He was your Cale, the boy who just wanted to play hockey and help his team out. He was the most selfless person and hockey player who deserved it all, which he did finally get.

“You sure did” You say quietly with a soft smile. He probably wasn’t even listening to you, it happened more often than not. When there was something big that he was trying to process, he’d speak out loud but not hear any response which you found endearing. It was like something this exciting was too much for him to wrap his mind around.

“I guess it’s only fair that you get one too” You furrow your eyebrows at him when he finally looks down at you.

“I don’t think that’s how it works… I think it’s just players and coaches. Maybe staff too I guess” You were trying to remember who actually got the championship rings, looking around the ice at all the different people who contributed to this season’s success.

“Different kind of ring” Cale tugs on your hand and you look back to find him down on one knee, right there on the ice in front of everyone.

“Cale…”

“We’ve been through it all together, I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever wanted except for one thing. I want you for the rest of my life so Y/n, will you marry me?” He fumbles with the ring in his hand, tilting it so it catches the light and you can feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Yes!” Cheers erupt and you’re suddenly aware everyone is looking at you. Luckily, you’re more in the centre of the group, blocked from the view of fans so everyone that saw the actual proposal was your friends which made it all the more special. Cale slides the ring on before getting up to kiss you, raising you off the ice and spinning around.

“How are you going to outdo this next time?” You ask him, laughing as the guys swarm you both.

“Next time?”

“Engagement for this cup win, you’ve gotta do something for the next”

“Alright let’s not get too ahead of ourselves” Cale smiles, cheeks rosier than before if that’s even possible, “Let’s just enjoy this one”

“I love you and I promise, I’m not just with you because you win all the trophies” You wink while giggling, gazing down at your new gorgeous diamond ring.

“Good to know” Cale shakes his head but the ever-present smile tells you he’s happy as ever.

#yes this is me manifesting the proposals i want #mind ur business #cale makar x reader #cale makar imagine #cale makar fic #colorado avalanche #nhl players #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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montembeault · 10 months

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Dev camp: Reinbacher

(On players he's become closer to this week) He's a good offensive player. I will say—I hope it's not too high for him, but he's probably the next Cale Makar. He's so good on the skates; he can do so crazy stuff on the ice, so I would love to play with him one day. Make a pair with him.

#haven't made a gif in like a month... but the kids r endearing send help #david reinbacher #montreal canadiens #gif #the current habsfan experience of being v charmed by how charismatic he is & then acting unbearable in the qrts of a b*nson tweet 5s later

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galaxygirl8880 · 2 years

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Cale, but he ice skates.

I'm going to go in a ramble rn because this idea has been simmering in my brain for a while so-

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Like two days after Cale wakes up and realizes he's in a different world he's like, "I'm rich now, I can do whatever tf I want" and decides to teach himself how to figure skate because why not.

First, he has to figure out what to do about the actual ice skates- after a bit of research (and confirming that they don't have skating in this world) he's like- "I'll just commission two blades to a blacksmith"

Then he has to figure out how tf he'll get that on a shoe- using Victorian ice skates for reference, he makes a set of ridiculously detailed blueprints and pays someone to make them- (insert him flopping down on his bed contemplating if this was really worth it [not to mention he's still getting the shield ancient power])

Now he FINALLY has his skates, Yay :D

It's the middle of spring and there is no ice around, fuck :(

Because of plot convenience, there's a potion that kind of costs a lot that can freeze large bodies of water

"Why would anyone ever need this- oh well, works for me"

Then he pays a Mage enough to feed their family for the next two years and is now making frequent visits to a random lake that he found practicing skating around and stuff.

Over time, Cale ends up finding it quite therapeutic and enjoys doing simple tricks.

(After Raon officially joins his party and finds out about his lake visits he's upset Cale hired a mage bc "I'm a great and mighty dragon! You don't need that weak mage! I wouldn't even need to move a finger to take you there- " so Cale has to console an upset toddler and god-damnit I didn't think he'd be so upset-)

Anyways Cale does a pretty good job hiding it from everyone and only when he cuts his hand doing a Biellmann spin (I think that's it's name) and Ron smells the faint blood smell in his room while cleaning does he get caught.

Cale *entering his room with raon*: Ron? What are you..

Ron *holding the skate with the dried blood*: Young master, what is this?

Raon *who forgot that Cale cut his hand because he was distracted*: Ah! Human cut himself while doing his ice-dancing!

Cale *who has to explain what he's been doing*: sigh

Okay anyways Ron asks to see his 'ice dancing' so Cale shows him the move he accidentally cut his hand on (he gets banned from doing this specific move after he cut his hand again) and now Ron is going along with them on their trips to the lake.

As soon as eruhaben finds out about the ice skating the next morning there's a giant frozen lake near the villa but it's summer so how the fu-

A scenario that's also been in my head-

Cale's first time landing a triple axel has him freaking out internally and Raon is also excited so everyone in the Super Rock Villa notices how much happier Cale is the next day and in turn their moods are also lifted.

Another thing you could add is Cale mentioning that he wishes he could do some moves that involve two people then suddenly he has a lot of people asking him to teach them to skate-

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I might decide to add to this later so-

(if you see this, pls tell me what you think- comments make me happy (◕ᴗ◕✿)

#cale henituse #raon miru #tcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #ron molan #ice skating #eruhaben #tcf incorrect quotes #tcf hong #tcf on #fic ideas #tcf fic #still dont know how to tag

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eightmakar · 2 years

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postgame | c.m. | 18+

Pairing: Cale Makar x Original Character

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: MINORS DNI. plotless smut. cale being bossy and rough, but respectfully, as only cale makar could be. teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, slight cumplay(?)

A/N: hello always be honest with your partners and have conversations about what your comfy with!! cale and charlie have had this convo and you can tell because he doesn't do things she has said she doesn't like and he checks on her boundaries so pls do that. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

EDIT: soz i forgot to add that this goes along with accidental blessing (18+) and calgary bc this relationship is established in accidental blessing (the Meet Cute). enjoy!

tagging: @taking-shots @harlowhockeystick @flashyfucker @fallinallincurls @jostystyles @jostyriggslover96 @burkymakar @cuttergauth @matbaerzal @hockeylvr59 @hockstuff @tkachukslut @mikkorantanev @gabelandeskog @cale8makar

“Fuck,” Charlie Evans muttered as she watched the puck fly past her boyfriend, Cale Makar, and into the Avalanche’s empty net. She saw the look in this eye, the glint of fault and disappointment, as he skated back to his side of the ice for what would likely be the final faceoff of the game.

Cale’s daughter, Willow, was already asleep in her bedroom. It had been a whirlwind of a day; Charlie had to go into the office for a big presentation, then had to rush back to take Willow to a skating lesson, which started shortly before Cale had to report to the arena. Charlie was still going to try to make the game, but when Willow fell asleep on the drive home from skating, she made the decision to stay home. Cale was disappointed, but he was grateful that Charlie was watching out for Willow.

Charlie watched Cale and his teammates trudge sadly into the locker room. Shortly after, she got a text from him.

Cale: That was fucking terrible

Cale: Two of the goals were my fault

Charlie: It wasn’t your night, but it’s not your fault

Charlie: Everyone looked bad. Nate didn’t have good puck control, the whole D core couldn’t keep the puck in or clear the puck out, and Mikko couldn’t hit the broad side of the barn.

Cale: I didn’t have my legs

Charlie: Neither did anyone else, love

Cale stopped answering, and Charlie took the time to get ready for bed. On nights when Charlie and Willow didn’t go to games, Willow was fast asleep before Cale got home, so Cale would go check on her when he arrived, then come to bed with Charlie. She figured Cale was showering, and he’d be home soon.

Charlie felt the garage door open and close, followed by the soft sound of the kitchen door shutting. She heard Cale walk down the hall to Willow’s room, then after a few moments, he walked back and into the bedroom.

Cale’s jaw was clenched tight as he entered the room. Charlie put her phone down and smiled at him anyway, genuinely happy to see him regardless of how he was feeling.

“Hi, babe,” Charlie greeted Cale.

Cale stalked over to Charlie and her heart pounded as she swallowed hard. Cale was in a mood, a mood that only she was familiar with, a mood he hid from everyone outside of their bedroom. He stood next to Charlie, then harshly grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her to her knees in front of him.

“Hi,” he grumbled softly. “I’m very frustrated, and all I want to do is shove you into the mattress and fuck you. How does that sound to you?”

A shiver went through Charlie’s body. This was exactly what she was expecting when he walked in. It didn’t happen too often; Cale was usually a soft, kind lover, but even he needed a little more sometimes. He always made sure to communicate when he wanted to go a little rougher with her, and always made sure she knew she was really the one in control.

“I think that sounds like what we both need,” Charlie replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Cale growled, then grabbed the back of Charlie’s thighs and tossed her down on the bed. He tugged up her oversized t-shirt to reveal her comfy panties she slept in.

“Sorry,” Charlie muttered.

“Why are you apologizing?” Cale hastily pushed her panties down her legs and tossed them behind him, then slowly dragged a finger through her pussy.

Charlie closed her eyes and inhaled at Cale’s touch. “I,” she breathed, “they’re not sexy.”

“Why does it matter if they’re not sexy?” Cale kicked off his dress shoes and clambered onto the bed. “You hate sexy panties anyway.”

He sat against the headboard, then harshly grabbed Charlie and yanked her into his lap, her back to his chest. She inhaled shakily, leaning into his warmth as he ran his hands all over her body. He wrapped his left arm across her body, his hand coming up to grip her chin and jaw. Charlie’s breathing labored from her slightly open mouth, her heart pounded.

Cale softly nuzzled his nose into her, a stark contrast to his hands on her body. He nibbled her earlobe and she leaned into him more. Dragging his hand slowly over her thigh, Cale chuckled as a shiver ran down her spine.

“Someone’s excited,” he teased, gently scratching his short fingernails across her right thigh, starting at her knee and dragging up to her hip.

Charlie made a face, then wiggled her hips and ass against Cale’s crotch, since she was pressed up against him. He groaned, and she felt him harden and smirked, proud of the reaction she’d elicited from him despite his control of the situation.

“Hmm,” Cale thought. His grip on her jaw tightened ever so slightly. “So that’s how it’s gonna be tonight?” He leaned in, bit down on her neck, and sucked the soft skin into his mouth between his teeth. He dragged his rough fingertips along her inner thigh, all the way up to tease the lips of her pussy. Charlie jumped, bucked her hips to try to get more from him, but he just chuckled again and dragged his fingers back down her thigh.

Cale surprised Charlie as he suddenly spread her legs out wider and pulled her back into him even more, angling her on her tailbone. He covered her pussy with his hand, giving her nothing, no relief from the hot rush of arousal. She bucked her hips and made a small whine, which made Cale laugh again.

“Don’t be mean,” she complained, trying to turn to look at him.

Pressing his forehead to her temple, he peppered kisses along her jaw. “Why would I be nice when it’s so much more fun to watch you squirm?” he whispered against her cheek. He removed his hand from her pelvis and tapped her mouth with fingers. She opened it obediently and swirled her tongue around Cale’s fingers after he shoved them in her mouth. His fingers triggered her overly-sensitive gag reflex, and he immediately pulled them back out.

Charlie turned her head to look at Cale and was met with concern. Cale knew even the thought of puking or gagging made Charlie nauseated, so he tried to keep her gagging to a minimum.

“I’m good,” she said quickly. “I’m good.”

Cale smiled softly, kissed her temple, then dragged his wet fingers down between her breasts and finally swiped them through her folds. She closed her eyes as he teased her slit, pressing against it with his middle finger but not letting it slip inside her yet. Cale readjusted his grip on her with his left hand, pressing against her sternum with his fingers fanned out.

“You gonna–,” Charlie started to chirp Cale, but he sank his middle finger into her as she did, grinning evilly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, “were you saying something?” He pulled his finger nearly all the way out of her, then shoved both his middle and ring fingers back in, then out, in, out, until he established a quick rhythm, filling the air with sinful, wet slaps. Charlie’s head rolled back against Cale’s body, ending up on his shoulder, breathing heavily as he fucked her with his fingers.

Charlie suddenly felt empty and cold on top of the electric heat that raced through her body. Cale had withdrawn his fingers from her and held them out to admire her arousal coating them. He stuck the two fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth and loudly licked them off. Charlie watched in awe.

“You like that, hm? Watching me lick your cum off my fingers?” Cale taunted.

Charlie nodded, then tried to grind herself against Cale or the mattress or anything to get herself closer. She tried to close her legs, but Cale caught one of them with his wet hand, then released it. He brought his hand back between her legs, pressed hard on her clit and rubbed slow circles on it. Charlie’s eyes went out of focus at the contact, her mouth falling open.

She forgot how to breathe. Her body was hot and cold and numb and on fire all at once. Her hand flailed before desperately gripping Cale’s hair behind her in an attempt to ground herself. She gasped as Cale slid his fingers inside her again, then slid his other hand down her body and continued the circles on her clit. With both hands touching her, Cale gently kissed the base of her neck, his hot lips widening in a smile.

“You close?” he asked her tauntingly.

“So,” she managed out. “So close.”

With a final kiss on her neck, Cale removed his fingers from her and let her fall back against his body, limp. She groaned in frustration, but she knew sometimes he teased her like this so when he did make her come, it would be worth it.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Cale said, echoing her thoughts. “Lay down on your stomach for me, yeah?”

“What about your clothes?” Charlie pulled herself up on her knees and turned around to look at Cale, nearly letting out a moan when she squeezed her legs together.

“Help me get out of them,” he directed softly. He leaned forward so she could unbutton his dress shirt and push it off his shoulders. He gazed at her softly as he tugged his arms out. Charlie tossed Cale’s shirt aside, then got to work on his belt. Cale reached out and tugged her oversized shirt over her head. She paused her work on his belt to let him pull it over her arms, then he tossed it over with his dress shirt, and Charlie returned to the belt.

“Why the fuck can’t I get this goddamn belt off?” Charlie complained.

Chuckling, Cale gently helped her remove his belt, then unzipped his dress pants and lifted his ass so he could pull them off with Charlie’s help. She tugged his striped socks off, and finally he was just left in his boxer-briefs.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Charlie mumbled.

Cale laughed. “Lay down on your stomach for me, babe.”

Charlie did as he asked, grabbing her pillow and laying on it with her arms crossed underneath it. She felt Cale gently running his fingertips over the soft skin of her ass.

“So pretty,” he muttered, using his fingernails to scratch her softly. She groaned and wiggled her ass for him in hopes he’d do something. She could hear the amusement in his voice as he asked, “Giving me a show, eh?” He softly smacked her ass with his right hand.

“Do that again,” Charlie moaned, shaking her ass more.

Cale obliged, smacking her slightly harder. “I love watching your ass jiggle,” he giggled as he continued to play with the supple skin, each slapping sound making Charlie wetter and wetter.

“You’re being mean again,” Charlie commented.

“Oh? Am I?” Cale grabbed her hips, pulled her ass up higher, spread her legs a little, and elicited a sharp gasp from Charlie as he leaned down and licked through her exposed folds. Charlie moaned loudly into the pillow beneath her.

Cale reached over her and grabbed another pillow, then placed it underneath her hips before reattaching his mouth to her clit. He sucked harshly on it, then released it with a slight pop. Charlie buried her face into her pillow as Cale slid his index finger into her pussy and massaged the soft, warm flesh. She clenched around him and he laughed.

“So desperate,” he taunted. He playfully smacked her ass with his free hand, then pulled his finger out of her. Charlie turned her head to watch him stroke himself a few times, but she shoved her face back into the pillow beneath her as he adjusted his body position and slid his cock inside her. It was so cliche, but he was made to fit perfectly in her.

Cale gripped his dick and pushed it against the back wall of her pussy, dragging it along, then letting his tip pop out of her. He slid just his head in her and sat there, unmoving, so Charlie pushed her hips back to sink him deeper into her pussy. She bounced back on him a few more times and relished in the feeling of him until he stilled her hips with his hands. Cale grabbed a handful of her ass, massaging it.

“Please,” Charlie groaned, “I need you so bad.”

“Do you?” Cale asked tauntingly. “Have you been good enough to have me?”

Charlie nodded desperately. “I’ve been so good for you.”

Cale moved his hands to the small of her back, pushing her down into the mattress, and harshly snapped his hips against hers, thrusting deep inside of her. Charlie bit the pillow beneath her to silence herself, which became harder and harder with every roll of Cale’s hips.

He laid down on top of her, completely engulfing her in him. In his scent, in the heat of his body, in his soft, breathy grunts in Charlie’s ear. She was overwhelmed with him, and it was incredible. Every bump of Cale’s balls against her ass sent her closer and closer to the edge.

“So tight,” Cale murmured in her ear. “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

Charlie released the pillow from between her teeth and croaked out, “So good.”

Cale suddenly moved off of her, kneeling behind her and lifting her ass up in the air, but keeping her chest and face pressed into the bed beneath her. Charlie’s back arched as he hit a new angle inside of her.

“C-Cale,” Charlie choked out. “S-so c-close.”

“Yeah?” Cale asked. “Me too, baby.”

Cale grabbed Charlie’s arms and easily pinned them behind her back with one hand, his other hand desperately hanging onto the headboard of the bed for leverage. Charlie’s face pressed deeper into the pillow and she yelped into it as Cale’s thrusts slammed into her even harder.

“Oh fuck, I’m about to come,” Cale groaned. “Can I come on your ass?”

Charlie couldn’t answer, so Cale paused, dick inside her, and pulled her up out of the pillow. He pressed her back flush against his chest while she panted.

“I asked you a question,” he said quietly but sharply. “And I need an answer before we keep going, please.”

“I want you to come on my chest,” Charlie croaked.

“No face,” Cale said calmly. Charlie was pretty sure she would hate him coming on her face, but they tried it once anyway, and it confirmed how much she despised it, so that was one of their rules.

Charlie shook her head in agreement. “No face, please.”

Reaching down to rub her clit, Cale gently pressed a kiss to Charlie’s cheek. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving Cale access to her neck, which he began kissing sloppily. Charlie knew he was giving her some time to recover before they finished, and she was grateful that they knew each other’s minds and bodies so well.

“Do you need more of a break, my love?” Cale whispered in her ear. He grazed his teeth over her earlobe.

“One more kiss?” Charlie asked, turning her head to look at him.

Cale smiled softly and lightly pressed his lips against hers. They stayed still for a moment, then Cale pulled back and laid Charlie back down on the bed, then rolled her over to face him. He covered her body with his, tangled his hands in hers, and slid back inside her, making her arch her back again.

Hot lips attached to her collarbone, Cale pulled out and slammed back into her. Charlie gaped up at him as he re-established a very similar rhythm to moments before, but somehow more desperate, more needy. He was close, and she was close, and they both knew it.

Cale moved and pressed his sweaty forehead to Charlie’s. He took both of her hands in his left hand, then used his right hand to press down on her lower stomach, adding more pressure and more pleasure for both of them. His eyes closed and he bit down on his lip so hard Charlie was afraid he’d bleed.

“Oh fuck,” Cale moaned, “oh fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna come.”

Cale pulled out of Charlie, scooted up her body a little, and used his right hand to harshly jerk himself off until he painted Charlie’s breasts with his cum. He threw his head back and breathed heavily as he squeezed his head, stroking himself a few more times before he scooted back down and pressed himself back into Charlie, eliciting a soft moan from her.

“C’mon, baby,” Cale said softly, leaning back down to press his forehead against hers and pressing his free fingers against her clit while slowly thrusting into her, letting her feel every inch of him. “I want you to come for me.”

“Fuck,” Charlie squeaked.

Cale captured Charlie’s lips in a kiss, then mumbled against them, “Come for me, Charlie.”

“More,” Charlie mumbled back, “I need more.”

“I’ve got you.” Cale’s circles on her clit increased in speed as his strokes went deeper and deeper in her, brushing up against the spot inside her that made her whole body clench.

“Motherfucker,” Charlie yelped.

Cale chuckled, “Good?”

“Fuck yes, keep going.”

Cale did as Charlie asked, keeping up the same pace until she clenched, coming undone around him, her back arching and her vision going white. Cale fucked her through her orgasm, then slowed to a stop as she came down. His forehead still pressed against her, they tried to catch their breath together.

“Shit,” Cale panted, “You did so good for me, baby. So good, so pretty.”

Charlie softly smiled up at him. “Can you help me up?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Cale pulled out of Charlie, then grabbed her hands and helped her sit up. Cale scooted off the bed, then offered his hands to Charlie again to help her up. He wrapped a careful, protective arm around her waist and walked her into the bathroom.

“Whoa,” Charlie giggled, “my legs feel like jelly.”

“Sit on the counter?” Cale laughed back. “I think my cum is about to drip off you.”

Charlie looked down and commented, “Gross.”

Cale grabbed a towel, wet it, and carefully wiped Charlie off. Once she was clean, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Cale hugged her back, putting his cheek on top of her head.

“I love you,” he said softly. “That really helped me feel better after the shitshow of a game we had. You did so good, babe.”

“I love you too, baby,” Charlie mumbled against Cale’s chest. “I enjoyed it too, you know that, right?”

Charlie felt Cale smile. “Yeah, I know you did. Can we move this back to the bed? Exhaustion just hit me.”

“Of course.” Charlie untangled her arms from him so they could both use the toilet, wash up, and brush their teeth before bed. She pulled back on her panties and shirt, and Cale pulled on a clean pair of boxers.

They clambered back into bed together. Cale wrapped a warm arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her close into his body, spooning her. She felt safe and loved, and fell into an easy sleep in her love’s arms.

#Cale makar #Cale makar fic #cale makar fanfiction #cale makar fanfic #Cale makar smut #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl imagine #colorado avalanche fanfiction #colorado avalanche fic #colorado avalanche smut #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey writing #hockey imagine

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salaapaoo · 1 year

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I just went ice skating today so...

Imagine Cale gets his family to open a rink and that's what the territory becomes really known for ? I want... Cale who's extremely good at skating... Looking like he's at home on the ice while the blades of his skates carve winding loops into the surface.

But also imagine the kids becoming extremely good at skating ?? Like those hockey kids or the figure skating kids...

They would cut people off for fun.

Just imagine... The way Cale's hair would sweep out like dancing flames as he does jumps and spins .... The people of his territory are quick to name him smth cheesy like the fire fairy on ice or smth and he would HATE it.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #lout of the count’s family #tcf cale #lcf #lcf cale #salaapaoo fic ideas

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sadlynotthevoid · 3 months

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Last night I had this dream where lcf people lived in a modern earth with mostly normal loves, but magic stuff still existed. And that was fine but for some reason Rosalyn, Lock, Choi Han and Alberu went on a travel— I think they were going to meet with Rok Soo, because he and the kids appeared later on— and decided to drag og!Cale with them.

Let me be clear: this was not a reincarnation AU. Not a transmigration AU either. They just bumped into og!Cale and carried him over despite not having anything to do with him.

Og!Cale still went along with it. I think partly because he was bored, so why not. And in part because og!Cale is actually a good person, way better than he thinks, and doesn't need an excuse (to himself) to help if he wants to.

Anyways, at some point they ended in this bar/restaurant/karaoke-like place (don't ask me, I think my brain based it on that place on Victorious where the girls had a sing battle) and they needed a distraction. I think they may had been trying to steal something from Adin because Raon said something about that.

While the group was talking, Cale walked to a blond guy nearby— who I swear must had been Banri from UniteUp! (I don't know why my brain decided on this sudden cameo. I only watched more or less half of the anime)— and asked if they had a compact mirror to lend to him. Then he (Cale) took out a little red bag from his pocket and pulled a full disguise (with wig and everything) and a make up kit out of it. Why did he have all that but not a simple mirror? Who knows.

And you think that he was going to sing or something? No.

Once he's completely dressed up— he looked like an adrogynous classy pirate or a fantasy-like musketeer, but with a mask. His wig was lilac and shiny, btw— he walks to the scenery. He rises his hand and opens his mouth—

No words, only a full vocal somehow harmony. Something pulled out of those 'dramatic magic ritual' anime scenes. It sounded like there were at least three people singing, but that might be Cale's voice echoing (...or my brain listened to too much "beautiful vocal song" videos).

Immediately, balls of light started to appear in the air. Starting from one, two, then a few and so, until the whole place was filled with them.

Then Cale lowered his hand fast—

—And a whole horde of will-o-wisp flew straight up against Adin.

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I don't know what happened next because I woke up, damn it. But also, there was a scene that I couldn't fit chronologically, but that I like.

It was just Cale doing ice skating with the will-o-wisp dancing around him.

Btw, Adin must had shitted his pants. Imagine a thousand of mysterious glowing balls, you don't know what are those nor where did they come from, and suddenly they are all attacking you.

#og!cale henituse #original cale henituse #og cale henituse #my weird dreams #adin deserved it #i guess it was harmless tho #but still a good jumpscare

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withwritersblock · 1 month

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just like heaven

~just like heaven by The Lumineers~

Author's Note: just a cute little blurb tehe Summary: family skate with the Avs Warnings: none Word Count: 540 Cale Makar x fm!reader

It was a beautiful day in Denver as the Avalanche were doing a team bonding event. They were in the downtown square of Denver where there was an outside rink. The players were all doing a family skate with the people they cared about most.

Cale leaned down, glancing up towards Y/N as he began tying her skates. The skates she’s owned for two years but have never used. She was terrified of ice skating despite being in a relationship with one of the best players in the NHL.

“How do they feel?” he asked, lifting his gaze to meet her eye, his cheeks pink as he smirked towards her.

“Fine, I guess,” she let out as she took in a deep breath. He stood up and sat beside her on the bench, bumping his thigh against hers.

“It’ll be fun,” he whispered against her ear, tilting her head away to meet his gaze. “I’ll hold onto you the entire time,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Promise?” she asked barely above a whisper. He nodded as he bit his bottom lip excitedly.

“Come on, Beautiful,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her hands dragging her towards the ice where all the other players were skating already. She hesitated as she stepped onto the ice. He smiled widely as he began skating backwards as he guided her. “I can’t believe you’ve never skated before,” he shook his head as he gripped her hands tightly as he skated backwards manuvering between his teammates.

“Cale, slow down!” she let out while laughing, he chuckled as he started to slow down. “Because who volunteers to put knives on their shoes and walk on ice!” she let expression as she slipped.

Cale quickly pulled her towards him, resting his hands on her hips to have more control on her movements. “Because it’s fun,” he raised his eyebrows as he smiled widely.

There was soft music playing through the speakers as there were cameras to show the event. It was beautifully lit up, it may have been a media op but the players were fully in their own worlds. The players that have children were enjoying chasing their little ones around the ice.

He pulled her towards him as her eyes widened, he chuckled as he leaned towards her and whispered, “You’re enjoying this,” he mumbled as he leaned away looking deeply into her eyes. She tilted her head to the side as he kept his hands on her hips. “At least a little bit,” he squinted his eyes as he pressed his lips together.

“A little bit,” she teased.

“Good,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her, kissing her cheek before he started skating backwards faster. He’d glance behind him every so often making sure he wouldn’t bump into anyone.

“Cale, I swear to god,” she squealed as she rested her hands onto his arms. He was laughing.

“You might wanna slow down Caler, don’t want to repeat of All-Stars,” Gabe chirped as he was chasing after his young toddler.

“Ha-ha,” he shouted back as he looked back into Y/N’s eyes, “I won’t let you fall,” he mumbled as he scanned her features. She nodded as she smiled softly.

#cale makar #cale makar imagines #cale makar x reader #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines

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ghstandpucks · 2 years

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Pain of a Crush ~Cale Makar 4+1

Summary: The 4 times physical therapy brought you together, and the one time away from it. After Cale hurts his wrist, the last thing he expected was to run into an injured figure skater at physical therapy, then keep showing up when he didn't have to anymore just to see her.

Warnings: None

Author's note*: I have now ruptured both my Achille's tendons. I have been through intense physical therapy for it, and have not been able to jump on the ice since my first surgery. What the reader goes through is from my own experience with the injury.

Enjoy!

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Cale hated it there. He knew he had to go, but that still didn’t mean he had to like it. After taking a particularly bad slash to his right wrist, Cale ended up in physical therapy while he worked his way back to playing condition. His injured wrist already had him out for three weeks, and he was just looking to get stronger and get back to his team. The physical therapy office he went to was one that all the athletes in Denver frequented at one point or another in their careers. Mostly everyone kept to themselves; working out their injuries to get back to their team. He did not know what to make of this one girl though who seemed to sweep in and catch his eye…or hand when he accidently tripped her because of her crutches.

You looked up at the building, having just been dropped off by your uber. This injury just came with pleasant inconveniences, like not being able to drive yourself anywhere. That was what physical therapy is for though, as you were constantly reminded by your mom every time you text her upset about your current situation. Physical therapy was so much more than that though; it’s a way for you to get back on the ice. You felt like such an idiot when it all happened at first. You were an Olympic figure skater, how could you forget to jump out of an off ice training jump, snapping your Achilles tendon completely in half? You had done the move about a thousand times, why now?

It’s not like you were missing competitions at least, having retired from the circuit two years prior with an Olympic medal. Unfortunately now though, you were touring with Stars on Ice when it happened, and had to have surgery. Returning to your hometown of Denver, Colorado wasn’t what you had in mind when you were asked to tour around the country with all your friends. Here you were though, ready to start your recovery process so you could get back on the ice. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N! Welcome. I’m Gerald Jones and I will be handling your P.T. How are you doing today?” an elderly yet very physically fit man approached you with a caring smile.

“I’m good, thanks. How are you?” you asked, letting go of your crutch to shake his hand.

“Great, thanks for asking. Let's get you over to the exam room so I can see what we’re working with and get you started on a regiment. Right this way,” he motioned for you to follow as he held open another set of doors for you. Stepping further inside the building, you noticed the gym set up, with crazy work out machines you would never know how to use. There was a side that also seemed a little tamer, with what looked like leg exercise machines and equipment; you figured you would be there mostly. There were also a few other professional athletes milling about, some with trainers, others doing their own exercises. Gerald noticed you taking in your surroundings. “We like to keep spaces open for our past clients, in case they feel like something is wrong or need an adjustment to a workout. Which is something you will also have access to once we feel you have completed your therapy.” he said.

“That’s awesome. It’s hard to come back from some injuries,” you said softly, knowing yours was one of those. Your surgeon had told you it was possible that you would never skate again, and you were determined to prove him wrong. Gerald led you into a side room and asked for you to take off your walking boot…that you haven’t actually been able to walk in yet. He examined your ankle and made you feel positive about your recovery time.

“Your surgeon did a great job. We’ll have you walking and running in no time!”

“What about skating?” you asked, and he gave you a kind smile.

“We’re going to do our best to get you back out there,” he said, and you nodded, knowing he couldn’t promise you a full recovery. “Alright Y/N, ready to begin?” this time you smiled, looking forward to ditching the crutches and having two feet on the ground. As you crutched your way toward a more open area of floor, you were busy intently listening to Gerald explain what you would be working on when your right crutch seemed to snag on something and throw you off balance. You automatically reached out with your arm, grabbing the nearest object to you as Gerald turned around to try to balance you. You hadn’t put any real pressure on your ankle yet, and you didn’t want to set it down with all your momentum going forward. Another hand grasped your forearm while an arm caught around your waist.

“I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” a voice spoke up next to you as Gerald gathered your fallen crutch. Looking toward the voice, you were met with an awkward smile and bright red cheeks.

“Nice reflexes Makar. That wrist feeling better?” Gerald asked as he handed you back your crutch. The guy who had caught you helped you straighten back up.

“It is, ya,” he responded, rolling the wrist you had just been holding on to.

“Oh my God. Did I hurt you?!” you rushed out, now concerned that your near death moment caused him pain.

“I tripped you and you’re the one on crutches, and you’re asking if I’m okay?” he chuckled, and his question made you blush. You shrugged. “I’m fine. I hope you’re okay.” You nodded. Gerald cleared his throat softly, and you could have died of embarrassment, realizing you’ve been staring at this beautiful stranger.

“Y/N Y/L/N, this is Cale Makar. He’s actually a hockey player on the Avs,” Gerald introduced you. Of course you knew who he was now. You may have been traveling for skating, but you didn’t live under a rock. “Cale, Y/N is a figure skater.”

“You competed in the Olympics right?” Cale asked, smiling at you.

“Guilty,” you said in a small voice.

“That’s awesome! Well you’re in good hands with Mr. Jones, he knows what he’s doing,” Cale said, then lowered his voice dramatically. “Just don’t tell him that cause it’ll go to his head.” You giggled.

“Okay kid, get back to work. Let’s get you walking Y/N.” Both you and Cale smiled at each other, and you may have slightly admired how his cheeks were a bit rosy.

The following week you were back at physical therapy, slowly walking on a treadmill. Gerald was adjusting your foot every other second, as you kept wanting to step on the outside of your foot instead of laying your foot flat when you stepped. “Y/N, you really need to stop shifting the way you're stepping. You’re too young to not correct this,” he said kindly, though you knew from the poke he gave your ankle that he was really trying not to sound aggravated.

“It just hurts still. It’s not comfortable,” you tried to explain, still keeping a lot of tension in your upper body as you tried to hold a majority of your wait up on the arms of the treadmill.

“I know it does, but you need to learn again. Trust that I wouldn’t have you doing this if your tendon couldn’t take it,” he said sympathetically.

“I do trust you,” you said with a sigh as he corrected your foot placement yet again.

“Good. Now show me you know how to walk,” he said, standing up in front of your machine and looking over your shoulder. You rolled your eyes slightly, though you were trying to keep your foot in the correct position. Glancing at Gerald, you saw him smirk for a moment, then he looked at you with a smile too big for you to trust.

“Should I be scared?” you asked, earning a chuckle from the elder man.

“No. I do need to help someone for a moment though. I’m going to send someone over here to keep you in line,” he winked, then was off. ‘Ok, weird,’ you thought, but kept on trying to walk correctly.

“Doesn’t that hurt worse?” a deep voice came from behind you, and you almost twisted your good ankle to see if it was who you thought it was. Cale was watching your foot, though he smiled shyly up at you when he noticed you turned.

“Everything kinda hurts right now,” you spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Shouldn’t you be focused on your own recovery?”

“Gerald asked me to come over here and make sure you weren’t cheating,” he smiled at you, sitting in front of you while he did his own exercises for his wrist. Gerald had gone over to Cale, telling him to go talk to you. When Cale asked why, Gerald had just winked and said you needed some motivation to walk correctly again.

“I’m not cheating. This just sucks,” you pointed to your foot that was back to rolling on the side.

“That seems highly uncomfortable,” he chuckled, though stopped when you grimaced while trying to fix it.

“You have no clue,” you smiled at him, though he could see the exhaustion and wear on you from therapy. “How’s your wrist?”

“Better everyday. I got the okay to practice with the team next week,” he smiled.

“That’s great, congrats!” you said, though a little sad that might mean you wouldn’t see him around anymore. Cale nodded, then asked the question that left a pit in your stomach the moment you injured yourself.

“When do you get to return to skating?” he asked, sincerely curious. Your face fell for a second as you stumbled on the treadmill, your ankle not fully cooperating. Cale looked at you with concern in his eyes, his question almost being answered by the action.

“They don’t know if I’ll be able to,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “At least not jump again.” you added, trying to hold back the tears. When the doctors told you that you may never skate again, you balled but then became oddly defiant. Who were they to say what you could or couldn’t do. But as time passed, and you couldn’t even keep your foot flat on the ground when you walked, the more you kept dreading that they were right. Cale could see your eyes become watery, and he felt horrible for being the one who asked the question.

“I’m sorry I asked…” he started apologizing, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“No, no, it wasn’t you. I’m just a little emotional over it. I’m sorry, you were asking an honest question,” you tried to smile at him and Cale sent you a small smile back.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Cale sighed dramatically, causing you to giggle. “You walk normal and…” he trailed off as he looked around, spotting a coffee cup by your water. “And I’ll bring you a cup of coffee next week,” he beamed at you.

“That’s not necessary,” you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“I almost made you cry, I think it is,” he chuckled and you laughed with him. Over the next ten minutes as the two of you continued to talk, you were slowly able to get your foot flat on the ground.

“Looking great Y/L/N! Why don’t you go over to the table and we’ll finish out your stretches before you go,” Gerald said as he walked back over and stopped the treadmill. You nodded.

“Thanks for the motivation Cale,” you smiled and waved as you walked off.

“One coffee coming up,” he replied as Gerald eyed him comically.

“You’re done after today son,” the older man said with a raised eyebrow, causing Cale’s cheeks to flush.

“Um ya…I, um, I thought you said I could still come though,” he struggled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She’ll be back on Monday at 10am,” Gerald said with a wink and starting to make his way to you. “I would also like a coffee” he yelled over his shoulder.

Cale had just finished up practice Monday, more than thankful to be back on the ice with the team. Checking his phone, he saw it was 9am and quickly showered and changed so he could go get the coffee he owed you…and Gerald. As he called out his goodbyes to the men left in the locker room, JT got his attention. “Lunch?” the ginger asked, and Cale shook his head.

“I have to get to PT,” he said, not thinking.

“I thought you were done with that?” Gabe asked. Cale opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out, his flushed cheeks growing a bit more red.

“Ya, I did but…”

“But there’s a different reason you’re going, isn’t there?” The captain pried as Cale awkwardly waved off his comment and tried to bolt for the door.

“Aw, young love at the physical therapist’s office,” he heard EJ shout as the door closed behind him.

Cale picked up three coffees and made his way to the PT office. He arrived a little after 10, immediately spotting you and Gerald. You were back on the treadmill with Gerald having to tap your foot every so often so it would be flat again, but this time you were walking without hanging on to the sides of the treadmill. “No crutches today?” Cale asked as he approached. You turned to smile at him, stumbling a bit in the process but Gerald held out his arm for you to lean on.

“She’s getting there,” Gerald answered with a chuckle, taking his coffee from Cale. He stopped your machine and helped you off and over to a seat for a quick break.

“As promised,” Cale smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking a small sip.

“Okay Y/L/N, I think it’s time,” Gerald spoke up as he wrapped your ankle in a supportive brace and put your shoe back on.

“Time for what?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“No more treadmill. You’re going to walk around the track without your crutches,” he said, patting your foot as if to say ‘off you go.’

“Really? By myself?” you asked, excited though slightly nervous. Gerald smiled and motioned to Cale.

“I’m sure Makar wouldn’t mind keeping you company. Just take your time and walk slowly. When it starts to hurt, sit for a second. I think we’ll start with 4 laps today since you’ve been doing about a mile on the treadmill anyways,” the older man said, and Cale stood to help you up. He set his coffee down and took yours, then held out his hands for you with an encouraging smile. You gently place your hands in his and let him pull you up, steading yourself in his grip. “Remember your foot placement. Slow and steady,” Gerald said and you nodded. Walking on the treadmill was one thing, but now being without your crutches off of it felt weird. You took a few steps, smiling to yourself at your progress and turned to Cale.

“Can we take the coffee?” you whispered and he chuckled, grabbing both your coffees and slowly walking by your side.

“How is it? Without your crutches,” Cale asked as you got to the indoor track.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” you giggled, taking a sip of your coffee and trying not to concentrate on the burn in your calf from the tendon.

“Well, you seem to be doing great,” Cale smiled at you. You could feel yourself flush a bit under his gaze.

“Don’t you have your own workouts to do?” you asked, and it was Cale’s turn to flush.

“I can do them later,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t want to keep you from them though,” you said with a slight frown.

“You aren’t!” Cale said a little too quickly and you raised an eyebrow at him. “I did it mostly this morning at the rink,” he tried to cover.

“And you still came here?” you questioned.

“I owed you coffee,” you shyly smiled, Cale hoping it would come out more as a joke and you would stop asking before he had to admit he was only there to see you.

“We could have gotten coffee after,” you said softly, diverting your gaze from him as you came up on your second lap around the track.

“Yeah?” Cale didn’t really know what else to say. Were you saying you would want to see him outside of physical therapy?

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a sip to hide your blush while Cale couldn’t stop beaming.

Two weeks later, you were on your last day of PT! You were walking, jogging, and jumping on your leg again. The tendon felt strong and both your doctor and Gerald agreed you were done with therapy. You were so excited that the second you noticed Cale had come in, you ran and jumped on him. “We’re feeling better, eh?” he laughed as he easily caught you in a hug.

“I’m done!” you squealed as he set you back down. Though you had mentioned to Cale about seeing him outside of PT, nothing ever came of it. He still showed up at some point during every one of your sessions though, so you weren’t sure where you stood.

“That’s awesome! Congrats Y/N!” he said, though now wondering when he would get to see you again.

“And guess what!” you said with such excitement that he couldn’t help but laugh at you. He hummed for you to continue. “I get to skate again!”

“That’s great,” Cale pulled you into another hug, as he knew that had been something you had been worried about.

“Well kind of,” you said, your smile falling. Cale looked at you in concern. “They said I can’t jump anymore. It’s too much strain on the tendon and it could potentially snap again.” you explained, trying to hold back the tears you could feel forming. If you couldn’t jump anymore, there was no more touring. Was it even worth getting back on the ice at this point?

“It’ll be alright,” Cale said, though a tear finally escaped your eyes. He wiped it away with his thumb. “I know it isn’t the exact outcome you wanted, but you’ve been working so hard and at least you can get on the ice again,” he tried to soothe you, and you nodded, pulling yourself back together.

“I still have to finish today out. Want to jog with me?” you dried your other eye and motioned toward the track.

“Of course.” Without thinking, Cale grabbed hold of your hand and led you to the track. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Gerald smirking, though you chose to ignore him. You jogged with Cale around the track a few times, him telling you about practice earlier that day. When you were done and doing your cool down stretches, Gerald came over and said his goodbyes to both of you, since he figured with you gone he wouldn’t be seeing Cale anymore either.

“You two be good! Know you can always come back if something feels off okay,” he smiled kindly, and you hugged the older gentleman.

“Thank you for everything,” you said. Cale shook his hand and the two of you walked out together. You both stopped outside the building, knowing this was where you had to part ways. Standing around awkwardly, you spoke up first. “Um, I guess I’ll see you…”

“Can I get your number?” Cale asked in a rush, cheeks flushing. You giggled and nodded your head, putting your number into his phone.

“Don’t wait forever to text me,” you said, lightly biting your lip.

“Not a chance,” Cale grinned, planting a kiss on your cheek as you both said goodbye. Cale kept his word, not even an hour later he was texting you, and two hours later you had dinner plans for the following evening.

“I don’t know about this Cale. I’m kind of nervous,” you said, getting out of the car and looking at the large building in front of you.

“No one is here Y/N, it’ll be fine. And I’ll be right next to you,” Cale said, grabbing both your skate bags and walking around to you. You and Cale had been dating for a month now, and you just told him yesterday that you wanted to get back on the ice. You knew your balance would need some work, and were a little bummed you couldn’t jump, but getting back out there would be the best thing for you after dealing with your injury. When you told Cale, he immediately got with the rink manager at the practice rink so it could be just the two of you while you got comfortable on the ice again.

After lacing up your skates, you walked to the opening with Cale, him stepping onto the ice first. He turned and held out his hand for you and you gently took it. You stepped out with your good ankle first, smiling at the feeling of the ice beneath you again. When your speed started to slow, you glanced up at Cale. “I got you,” he nodded. You gently placed your foot down and pushed off, laughing when your ankle automatically turned in and curved your projection.

“I swear, if I have to learn how to skate again I am going to hurt someone,” you let go of Cale’s hand and kept gliding.

“I don’t think that’s necessary sweetheart,” Cale chuckled, making sure he was within reach of you.

“I can do this, I don’t know what the doctors were oh crap!” you stumbled, Cale catching you by the waist.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he kissed your cheek and you leaned back into him.

“I really can’t jump anymore can I?” you asked softly, staring down at your skates.

“Maybe in time. But let’s just focus on you balancing today. One worry at a time,” Cale soothed you, and you smiled up at him. Steading yourself on his arms that were around you, you turned so you could face him.

“Though I hate that this happened, I’m glad I met you in the process,” you whispered, Cale smiling down at you.

“Me too,” he whispered back, lowering his head to give you a gentle kiss that still made all the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

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boqvistsbabe · 2 years

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Different Skates: Cale AU - Pt 1

A/N: Hey guys!! Here’s a series I’m starting. I haven’t done an actual series before so hopefully y’all like it. Also as of now I don’t have a title so if you have any ideas lmk!! Also this is going to be set in December/ around Christmas!!

Thanks to my irl friend that peer pressured me I to actually writing and @savoies for helping me figure stuff out 💜💜

Thanks to @typical-simplelove for the name idea!!

Warnings: Some swear words, also uses she/her pronouns. I don’t think there is any in this chapter but it will in the future.

Word Count: 1,627

Also note this is unedited 💀

Next part

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You hated hockey players. Okay maybe not hate, but strongly disliked them. Except for your brother Charlie, he’s okay. No one else. Actually you take that back, girl hockey players are fine but not the guys. Nope, not gonna happen. Well not gonna happen again. Yeah, bad idea. It’s the same story everyone hears about hockey boys: you knew they were bad news but you could hang with your brother’s teammates because not a chance they’d ever want to date you and vice versa. Until Gabe came along. He was different and nice and not a jerk like the other guys on the team. So you gave him a chance. It was a great few months of cheering for him at games and rituals before said games and date nights that felt like a dream. Then you found out about Sarah. Sarah was his other girlfriend. You met her at an away game that you surprised him at. Almost the whole team knew. Charlie and two of his buddies were the only ones who didn’t. So yeah hockey boys suck.

Flashforward to the present. Cale -the new guy- is next to Charlie, hand out to shake yours. Practice had just gotten over. You were a figure skater so between that and Charlie being on the team, you practically lived at the rink. It also helped that you worked there too. There was a local restaurant inside the rink that you worked at along with being a social media person for the hockey teams that practiced there. Yeah disliking hockey players and being a videographer for them at the same time didn’t make sense, but it paid well. Anyways Cale was essentially the replacement for Gabe. Cause he moved to the team that was located closer to Sarah. Which totally didn’t bother you at all, no matter what your mom may think. Supposedly Cale was a stand up guy and an amazing defenseman. You couldn’t care less, so why Charlie decided to have you both meet didn’t make sense.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?” Charlie was getting impatient, “this is Cale, he’s new to the team.”

“Yeah, heard that the first time when he said it and I remember it from when you were gushing about “the new awesome defenseman that the team is getting” it is legit seven in the morning so you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little unresponsive.” You snarked back.

“Don’t get snappy with me you nerd. Coach wanted you to meet him cause when you media things and whatnot however that stuff works. Also he introduced himself so the proper response is?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Hi Cale I’m Y/N, I work here at the rink restaurant, I do videography, and I’m a figure skater here. Before you complain like all the others, no I don’t make holes in the ice just to annoy you guys. If I do make a hole in the ice I fill them and if I happen to miss one it’s an accident so don't go complaining to my coach so I get in trouble. It doesn’t work like that here. I’m sure you’re probably a perfectly nice guy and whatever, but I’m not here to be your friend. Sometimes I’ll hang out with you guys, but mostly I’m only around here to do my job. Speaking of my job, if I ask you to do something for content or anything, don't complain. I’m not gonna ask you to do anything crazy so you’ll be fine. Just remember I’m doing my job, not trying to make you miserable. Sorry if that’s a lot for your probably mouse sized brain to comprehend but get used to it. I’ve got to go work, but it was nice to meet you I guess.” You said the last part while putting on your blade guards before walking in the direction of the locker room.

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Cale POV

“Uh she’s intense.” There was no other way he could describe you. Except maybe aggressive, but that seemed a little much.

“Yeah she doesn’t really like hockey players. Don’t take it or anything she says personally, she’s had a bad experience with one guy. The guy you replaced actually.” Gabe responded.

“What do you mean by that? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“He was new and different, pretended to be someone he wasn’t. Cheated on her and the whole team except John, Tyson, and I knew. So yeah she’s not super close with the team anymore. Also as a figure skater getting harassed by hockey players her whole life she wasn’t too fond of us in the first place.”

“Ahh okay. That sucks a lot.”

“Yeah, she’s over the whole cheater thing but she definitely agrees with the douchebag stereotype for us. Anyways we gotta get to practice.

“Yeah.” Cale’s mind was on anything but practice. He wanted to be your friend. He agrees with the stereotype most of the time. There’s only a few exceptions obviously. But he thinks you and him could be great friends if you give him a chance.

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Your POV

It had been a week since you first met Cale. There have been a few interactions since then because of introductions on the socials for him, but other than that no more conversations. You were glad he seemed to have respected your boundaries, that was much appreciated.

You had just gotten done with your shift at the restaurant and it was nine o’clock. The day started with a six o’clock practice then some editing while eating breakfast, then some practice pictures of the guys and a few TikToks of the guys, ending with a seven hour shift at the restaurant. Walking out of the break room, you grabbed your duffel and fished your car keys out of the outside pocket.

The stars were really out tonight. That was one of the perks of where the rink was located. On the edge of town and away from all the bright, crazy lights. Perfect for stargazing. Unlocking your car, you threw your bag in the seat next to you before putting the key in the ignition and turning it. And nothing. Not even a little sputter. Of fucking course. You dropped your head to the steering wheel. Charlie was in the next town over with your parents helping your grandparents pack to move. None of them could come get you. Shit shit shit. Today of all days. Of course on the day you had been running all day and just wanted to relax before having to study and edit all of the next day. You popped the hood and got out of the car. After checking the oil and transmission fluid and finding nothing wrong there you were racking your brain for what it was this time. This car was a hand me down and had issues in the past, but you had just got it back from the shop. You were pissed. The shop you went to was a new one because the one you usually went to moved. The new shop was definitely getting a call in the morning. Closing the hood and wiping your hands on your leggings you turned to get back in your car when you saw Cale.

“Hey, uh I don’t mean to bother you but it looks like you’re having some car trouble, do you have anyone you can call? I can wait with you while you do. It’s late and it would feel wrong to leave you here without knowing you can make it home.” He said.

“Yeah I don’t have anyone to call, my family is in the next town over and all my friends don’t have cars so I don’t really have anyone to call. I figured I would walk home and get it towed in the morning, I don’t live that far.” You shrugged, not like you haven’t walked home by yourself before. Not the safest thing but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“I could give you a ride. Home I mean,” you could’ve sworn you saw the redness on his face, “I haven’t lived here long but I assume it’s like everywhere else in the world, not the safest place for anyone, especially a girl to walk alone, especially at night. Also that came out super high handed so I apologize. But please let me take you home.”

You thought about it. The pros outweigh the cons here. It had been a long day and you were tired, plus he wasn’t wrong about the fact that it wasn’t safe, “Yeah that would be great thanks. Let me just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you got your stuff before locking the car. While following him to his car you texted Charlie, he’d answer before your parents, and let him know what was going on.

“Uh this is my truck.” Cale stood there awkwardly while he waited for you to look up.

“Okay, I was just letting Charlie know what happened. Thanks again.”

“Yeah of course not an issue.” He nodded before opening your door before walking over to his side and hopping in.

The ride was in silence except for the radio playing softly in the background and you occasionally giving home directions.

“Sooo why were you at the rink so late?” You were over the silence, plus the less noise the more likely of you falling asleep which is the last thing you want.

“I was working on some drills. They do stuff a little differently from my last team so I’m just trying to get comfortable with it.”

“Fair enough. Are you liking it here? Also turn right at Walnut.”

He turned before he responded, “Yeah, I like the way stuff is run here. A lot more strict than my old team, but more efficient and with better results. The guys aren’t too bad, but I mostly hang with your brother and John and Tyson. Everyone else is kind of douchey. That was rude of me to say, please ignore that.”

“It’s the house all the way at the end on the left. And no you’re totally right. They’re assholes. What team did you come from?”

“I came from the Bulldogs a few towns over.” He responded as he pulled into the driveway.

“Ahh cool. Alright this is me. Thanks again for the ride. You’re not half bad. Don’t make me regret saying that and don’t let it get to your head. See you at Monday practice.”

“Night Y/N.” He called out his window as you walked away.

He didn’t leave until you shut the door behind you. What you said wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t like the other guys. Though you’ve been there before. He’d be a great friend though. Heading upstairs to get ready for bed you texted Charlie and asked him for Cale’s number to thank him before you passed out.

Thanks for the millionth time lol - Y/N

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Pt 2

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Heyy! For AV’s night Cale Makar please:)

Angst prompt list: 48.

Fluff prompt list: 45. and 5.

Hug prompt list: 16.?

You don’t have to use all of them is you don’t want to! Don’t feel pressured to use something if you don’t feel like using it:)

-Love you🤍

TRUSTED THE GUT

decided not to use the fluff #5, but i used all the other ones :)

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

48. "wake up! please don't do this to me." (from this prompt list, angst) 45. "this is not what i meant when i told you to fall for me." (from this prompt list, fluff) 16. "'not wanting to let go' hugs" (from this prompt list)

tw: scary injuries (falling on the ice, but nothing too serious)

for the longest time, the one thing cale had wanted to do was teach you to skate. yeah, ironic. you were dating a hockey player and you didn't know how to skate.

so, the one day both of your schedules were free, you both (he did) decided to skate. he asked to borrow the arena, and surprisingly they said yes, so you found yourself sitting on the bench, letting him lace up your skates.

"are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked as he stepped onto the ice.

"well, it's a little too late to go back now." he turned around to face you with a flat expression.

"not true. i can turn around and go home."

"you wouldn't."

"no." you frowned, grabbing his hands and letting him pull you onto the ice, "this is a bad idea, cale. i can feel it."

"psh, don't worry about this, we got it. i got it. you're gonna be fine. i mean, i am the best in this field."

"cale..."

"fine, sorry. i got you. i'm not gonna let you fall."

"i trust you."

and boy did you regret that. someone your feet slipped from under you and you ended up on the ground. your head hit the ice and cale was by your side.

"oh, my god. y/n? y/n! wake up! please don't do this to me."

you opened your eyes and winced, "holy moly, you do this every night?" he let out the biggest sigh in relief.

"ya know, this is not what i meant when i told you to fall for me." he joked.

"i told you this was gonna end badly, but you just didn't listen to me."

"okay, maybe trust your gut."

"yeah, maybe. now can we get an ice pack and some advil? this hurts." you rubbed your head. he picked you up and wrapped you in the biggest hug ever, scared you were gonna disappear.

"i'm okay." you reassured.

"let's hope. come on, we're gonna get you to a hospital where they can give you a cat scan or something."

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Avalanche warmup routines: From Evan Rodrigues’ game with kids to Samuel Girard’s pauses - By Peter Baugh (The Athletic)

Erik Johnson

Johnson wasn’t particularly forthcoming about whether he has any on-ice routines.

“Nothing I would tell you,” he said.

But if you watch every game, you’ll notice that, ahead of line rushes, he flips a few pucks all the way across the ice and into the netting, where they drop toward fans.

“Just working on the flips,” he conceded when asked about the trend, though he insisted it’s not superstition.

His locker neighbor, on the other hand, certainly falls in the superstitious category.

“You should ask this guy,” Johnson said, gesturing to the locker next to him, which belongs to …

Mikko Rantanen considers himself superstitious, especially during the playoffs, but he’s quick to add that there are others who are worse.

“I’m not going to say names, he said. “But 49.”

That means Samuel Girard, the Avalanche defenseman who wears No. 49. He’s notorious among his teammates for his routines, and he doesn’t always like to share his secrets.

“You can talk to him, but he’s probably not going to say anything,” Rantanen said.

The star winger was correct. Girard declined to comment.

“I don’t want to start with that; it’s just too long,” he said last season, and he again didn’t want to speak on it this month.

Some Avalanche players are superstitious. Others just have habits. Nathan MacKinnon, for example, is almost always the last player skating during warmups.

“I feel like everybody follows similar sets of stuff,” defenseman Cale Makar says. “I don’t think there’s something that, if I changed it, it would make a difference. I feel like most guys are the same way.”

Some are, some aren’t. The Athletic conducted a dressing room survey about what players’ on-ice routines look like — and also tried to piece together what makes Girard’s unique.

Evan Rodrigues

Rodrigues’ pregame pattern is one of the most noticeable — at least when his two sons, Grayson and Noah, are in the building.

“Just getting them involved, it makes their day,” says Rodrigues, who came to the Avalanche from Pittsburgh this offseason. “It’s worked out for me, so I might as well keep doing that.”

Rodrigues shoots a maximum of three pucks at the camera hole in the corner of the glass. When he makes one of the shots, he stops.

“If I don’t, I’ll just pick it up and give it to my kids at home (games),” he says. “And then on the road I’ll try to find an Avs fan and give it to a little kid.”

He used to just have to give a puck to Grayson. But now Noah is old enough to want one, too.

Rodrigues has had a successful year on the ice, with 18 points in 27 games. His puck-shooting at the camera hole has been less successful, though.

“I’ve been really cold right now, not going to lie,” he said Dec. 30. “I’ve been bad. I’ve been close but I haven’t gotten it through. At the beginning of the year I was probably 50 percent, and now I don’t think I’ve gotten one since I’ve gotten back from injury.”

J.T. Compher

Compher is the designated puck distributor before line rushes. He gathers them in the net and then flings them to his teammates at the blue line. He’s not quite sure how it started.

“I’ve just always done it here,” he said. “It started when I was younger and now it’s just part of my routine.”

Andrew Cogliano

MacKinnon and Compher chirped the always-industrious Cogliano as he started to talk about how he handles warmups, repeating the question across the dressing room and saying he doesn’t do anything.

“I like to think I actually warm up for the games,” the veteran quipped back. “Comph is flinging pucks around. Mikko is talking to fans. … I use it as preparation.”

He said he potentially goes “a little too hard” at times, but he likes to take advantage of his last chance to prepare before the game.

Ben Meyers

“I don’t really have anything I need to do,” he said. “My only superstition is that I have no superstition. I’m that guy.”

Brad Hunt

The veteran defenseman has off-ice preparation he does before every game, including stretches and skipping. But on the ice, he doesn’t do anything particularly distinct. The journeyman has played on seven NHL teams, and only one for more than 100 games (Minnesota, exactly 100 games). He doesn’t want to be a disruptor.

“Especially being new, you don’t want to screw with anybody else’s routine,” he says.

Andreas Englund

The defenseman makes sure to stand on the right side of the blue line during parts of the warmups.

“Small stuff like that (becomes) a habit,” he said.

Alex Newhook

Newhook has two on-ice rituals. One involves an equipment manager. The other includes the glass.

During warmups, Newhook will go to the bench, where assistant equipment manager Donny White sprays him with a water bottle. The 21-year-old also makes a point to jump into the glass three times.

“Bit of energy, get the guys going a bit,” he said. “It’s funny: The place I do it, there’s always the same fan there every time. (She has a) cowbell. She puts it on the glass and it always falls over.”

Alexandar Georgiev

“I try to read the shots and then play with the puck a little bit,” the goalie said. “I try to be ready to play the puck behind the net. Couple passes. Forehand, backhand.”

Mikko Rantanen

“I have the routine I do at the rink, and it’s always the same,” he said. “You can argue it’s superstition. I just do it.”

Want to know exactly what his routines are?

“You probably can see them in the on-ice warmup if you watch two games in a row,” Rantanen said.

Logan O’Connor

“Normally, when we’re doing the half-moon shooting, I take my first shot and then I go to the bench and take 20 seconds and take it all in: what’s gotten me to this level and how grateful I am,” he said. “Just sort of reflect. Sometimes you get caught up in it, and it’s hard to appreciate it. I try to do that every pregame warmup for 10, 20 seconds.”

Erik Johnson

Johnson wasn’t particularly forthcoming about whether he has any on-ice routines.

“Nothing I would tell you,” he said.

But if you watch every game, you’ll notice that, ahead of line rushes, he flips a few pucks all the way across the ice and into the netting, where they drop toward fans.

“Just working on the flips,” he conceded when asked about the trend, though he insisted it’s not superstition.

His locker neighbor, on the other hand, certainly falls in the superstitious category.

“You should ask this guy,” Johnson said, gesturing to the locker next to him, which belongs to …

Samuel Girard

As mentioned earlier, Girard didn’t want to talk through his pregame regiment. But here’s what it looked like ahead of Colorado’s Jan. 2 matchup with Vegas:

Early in the warmup, Girard stops near center ice. He puts his hands on his knees and remains still for around 30 seconds. He stops at the bench, then skates quickly toward the net. Before line rushes, after circling the ice a few times, he stops once again to put his hands on his knees, this time at the center of the blue line. Later in the warmup, he stops on the blue line away from the bench and remains there for around a minute before taking a shot and doing some fast skating around Colorado’s half of the rink.

His routine remains the same. Night in, night out.

“Eighty-two times a year,” Rantanen said.

Added Girard simply when asked last season: “I like to have my routine.”

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