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illusionsofdreaming · 3 years

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How about a Cale proposing/asking out Reader for marriage/date?? I love your fics and this is just a thought that I often imagine (It's usually people asking him out but this might be a nice change!? I think...)

Ft: Cale

Tap tap tap tap tap-

It was the soothing rhythmic sound of not getting anything done. Concentration having long since fled the premises as he stared blankly at the notes on the table, watched as the blue nib danced up and down and up and down again.

The notes were important he supposed but his heart wasn’t into it, mind occupied and consistently distracted by a particular receipt on his table.

It’s been several days and he has yet to hear a reply.

He’s not quite sure what to make of it. Certain social rules of this world clashed with his modern-day knowledge of social cues. One would think he’d have an advantage as one who transmigrated into a novel he’d read, but The Birth of a Hero never properly introduced the social decorum of the world in detail.

Perhaps the only reason he made it thus far with his half baked knowledge of etiquette was thanks to Cale’s trashy reputation which, ironically enough, made people more accepting of his faux pas. Alas, if it weren’t for Hans’ persistent nagging that he should handle this important matter ‘the proper way’, he really wouldn’t have bothered. Now he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Would it mean anything if he were to send a follow up letter? Or perhaps he should go there himself-

A knock on his door distracted him from his thoughts and he glanced up to see the origin of his headaches, Hans, peek in.

“Young master, you have guests from the _________ household and-“

Cale was out the doors before Hans finished.

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Despite having your back to him it was almost embarrassing how quickly he was able to pick you out amidst the crowd of people.

“__________.” He greeted, snow crunching beneath his boots as he neared your side, he hoped his breathing wasn’t too quick as he’d rushed over as soon as he’d learn of your visit. The burning question rested on the tip of his tongue, the cure-all to his worries as he reached for your hand. “I have been wait-“

“Cale! Just the person I wanted to see!” You turned, smile brightening your features as you pulled him closer, close enough that he could see how the cold had already kissed your cheeks pink.

“Did you receive-“

“Yes, that’s why I’m here!”

A flutter of nerves was set alight in his chest that made him weirdly jittery. How unusual. He’d always been so assured of the results of his plans (and he’s confident in his prediction of your response) yet he couldn’t help but feel flustered. He understood nothing of this world’s customs and Hans did mention a response would’ve usually been sent by letter. Does you coming here in person symbolise something he’s not getting again?

Something was pressed into his hand and his heartrate spiked uncomfortably as he glanced down to receive the scroll you passed to him.

He hesitated, frowning at the brown parchment. Noting the ugly frayed edges and wondering, why couldn’t you have just told him what’s written within since you’ve travelled all the way here anyways.

“Take a look.” you urged him and he sighed.

“Can’t you-“ his words faltered off abruptly as he unfurled the paper to reveal a mess of lines and sketches, his mind blanked as he stared uncomprehending at the contents. “W.. what is this..”

“Isn’t it exciting?” you glanced at the paper, delight and unadulterated joy shone through your eyes. “The designs for the waterways are finally complete! We can finally move onto the next phase, I’ve even gathered the others to discuss this! It shouldn’t take long, we just need to iron out the logistics and-“

He’d tuned out as he stared at prototype on the page, his mind struggled sluggishly to make sense of what’s happening. Cale’s expression remained carefully blank as he lifted his head up to look at you and finally noticed the circle of vassals awkwardly standing around them.

Huh?

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“..implementation of the new waterways will greatly improve the situation in the slums and if we...”

If looks could set things on fire, the conference table would’ve long turned to ashes with how hard Cale’s been glaring. He had rested his two elbows on the oak table, fingers weaved together to create a net that supported his chin. To others, the firstborn son of the Henituse household may seemed to be in a contemplative mood, in truth, Cale had zoned out since the very beginning.

Perhaps there’s been a mistake. Maybe you did not receive it or perhaps he’d missed another social cue. Did he unknowingly commit another taboo?

“…Cale?”

He shouldn’t have listened to Hans’ ridiculous suggestions when he knew he had no patience for the roundabout and overly complex ways people liked to handle things here. He ran a tired hand past his face. Right, next thing he’s going to change in this world would be the removal of all redundant and confusing social constructs. First, he’ll start with the books on courtroom etiquette-

“Cale.”

A hand landing on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts and he looked up to meet your frustrated gaze. He gaped, caught off guard by your ire.

Your long sigh pricked at his conscience but you interrupted him before he could explain himself. “I sent the others out for a break.” You sat on the edge of the table facing him, although clearly annoyed, there was concern in the slight dip of your brows.

“You’ve been distracted the entire meeting Cale.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, pressing against the tension building there. “Sorry.” He admitted softly.

“Is something on your mind?”

You.

“It’s nothing.” To admit that his thoughts were in shambles all because of an unanswered letter would’ve been far too pathetic. Gods, when have he fallen so low. “I need a drink.” he decided abruptly and would’ve gotten up and escaped, but you knew him too well. With a subtle shift of your weight that looked all too natural, you leaned forward and your two hands rested against his armrests to support yourself in a comfortable lean, effortlessly and efficiently caging him in.

“Cale.” Your tone broke no argument. It was clear he was not going anywhere until he cleared this matter up.

He sighed, slumping against the chair in defeat as he dragged his gaze slowly upwards with the reluctance of a child who’d just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar and was now forced to admit their wrongdoings. He hesitated when he caught a glimmer of something on your shirt.

Somewhere along the meeting, as the room got warmer you must’ve taken off your thinner overcoat, it would’ve explained why he hadn’t noticed such an obvious accessory from the beginning. But now that he had laid eyes on it, Cale can’t seem to look away. His hand reached out cautiously, brushing over delicate work, the building tension within him eased away as he reminiscences at the nostalgic sight.

It had only been several weeks ago when he’d went out to find the best jeweller in the Kingdom to have a specific brooch made. A bright golden shield with the Henituse’s family mascot emblazoned on, two magnificent rubies inlaid as eyes.

With the solid feeling of the brooch under his fingers, his previous worries melted off like sleet to be replaced with an indescribable warmth in his chest.

“It suits you.” he finally says. It really does.

Cale never liked things made in his honor, but something about you wearing his symbol made him feel a lot of things.

Your rumble of laughter made him look up and you brushed a hand through his locks, amusement in your eyes. “Is that it? That’s what’s been bothering you all morning?” you mused.

He snorted and slumped forward, resting his face on your lap. “You wouldn’t reject it.”

“Confident, aren’t we?” you laughed and carded your fingers through his hair.

It was the truth which you both knew. He had never been a stickler for rules. The relationship between you happened as a gradual process, you two clicked and it just eased into your daily routine and became the norm. There was never any need or desire to announce it officially. But as someone who transmigrated into this world, who also decided to continue living in it, he wanted to do it your way. Because in the end, even if it was bothersome, annoying and baffled his 21st century mind, the gesture would mean something to you.

Now that he’s solved the mystery, satisfied he didn’t botch up some weird etiquette, he had time to analyse the day’s events and realised one thing. He lifted his head from your lap, “You orchestrated this. The waterways weren’t that urgent.” he deadpanned, stuck between feeling awe that you took all the effort to tease him and indignation that you’d dare.

“It’s not often one gets the chance to fluster you.” you admitted, not at all feeling guilty when you got the chance to witness his bewilderment first hand.

“Aigoo..” he clicked his tongue and in one swift movement, stood from his seat, forcing you to lean back as his arms landed by your sides, effectively reversing your positions. “You’d bother the vassals for this, how bold.”

You blinked innocently up at him. “I bothered no one actually, they all volunteered to help.”

He frowned. Traitors. The whole lot of them. He could actually hear them cheering outside the room. He’s going to have to tell Basen to talk to them about their loyalties soon. Well. Not that it would matter much. He glanced down at the gleaming brooch on your chest and his lips twitched into a satisfied smile despite himself.

Perhaps there’s a reason behind such silly traditions after all.

Notes: So I combined these two asks because they’re pretty similar and to answer your questions: I believe Cale’s not one for grand gestures and formal things but he’ll occasionally abide by certain traditions if it has special meanings and especially if it’d mean something to you.

#imagines #tcf #trash of the count's family #tcf x reader #cale henituse #fluff #dating #asking out #why are all my imagines so long #i was hoping i could keep this one short #but HAHAHAHA #brain went NOPE #also I feel like I can't really write TCF imagines that well #I don't know why #welp #at least I finally got something out!#horray!

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youngbeezer · 3 years

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hi!! can I please request something?

going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?

thank you! 💗.

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2940

Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!

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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...

I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.

About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.

Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.

It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.

Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.

I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.

For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.

Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.

“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We��re here.” He announces.

Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”

I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”

Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.

Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.

Yeah this was gonna be a long week.

…

After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.

Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.

Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.

Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.

“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.

“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.

Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.

…

Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.

“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.

Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”

Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.

“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.

“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.

“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.

At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”

I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.

Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.

“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.

“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.

Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.

“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.

Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.

“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.

My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.

“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.

My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.

“Are you serious?” I whisper out.

“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.

Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.

“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”

My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.

“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.

Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.

I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.

“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.

“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”

Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”

I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”

Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Aw you guys look so cute.”

“Bout time.”

“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”

I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.

Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.

“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.

I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”

“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.

My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.

“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.

When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.

Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.

“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.

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typical-simplelove · 3 years

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Dancing Around Feelings (T. Jost)

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

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

Warnings: maybe one curse word?

Word Count: 5.6k

One

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

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

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

“No,” he replies. “It’s not that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four

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

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

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

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

“The same way you faced him before.”

“But it’s different now?”

“How is it any different now?”

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

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

“Yeah,” you say barely audible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say. “Hey Tys?”

Tyson perks up.

“Come dance with me?” you ask.

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

“Ignore him, come on, let’s dance.”

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

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

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

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

One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two, bonus

Five Years Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you say so, husband.”

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

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

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Secret Love Part 19 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Was hoping to come home to Cale having poured a me a glass of wine ready to celebrate my externship (and me surviving the longest day of my week)....sadly that’s just not reality and this is the only Cale I’ve got so...it’ll just have to do I suppose.

Warnings: moderate angst, internet trolls.

Word Count: 2,443

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You were in the middle of a house showing when your phone started buzzing incessantly. Not wanting to seem unprofessional, you ignored it as you talked with your clients about the features of the house before sending them to explore on their own for a few minutes.

Checking your phone you saw that you had missed three calls from Laura. There was no reason for her to be calling you repeatedly unless something was wrong and you quickly called her back, your heart pounding.

“Hey mom I’m in the middle of a showing, what’s up?”

“Have you heard from Cale today?” She asked.

“Not since first thing this morning…” You replied, anxiety growing. “Mom what’s going on?”

“Cale’s not answering his phone. We don’t know where he’s at.” You could hear Gary in the background as the two of them rambled back and forth. “Y/N...there are some pretty nasty rumors online about him…”

Your heart plummeted to the ground and your stomach twisted violently.

“Send me screenshots?” You pleaded. After just a minute or two, images flooded your phone that made you want to physically vomit.

Guess even a Calder trophy winner can be a deadbeat dad.

He’s on vacation while she’s waitressing...classy move there Cale.

Guess he’s not so perfect after all is he? #quinnshouldhavewonthecalder

Hearing the footsteps of your clients, you pocketed your phone attempting to mask all of the emotions rushing through your mind. After chatting with them about the house, you moved to leave and though you had planned to take them to see two more, your heart just wasn’t in it. Explaining that a family emergency had just popped up, you promised them you would reschedule as soon as possible before sliding into your car.

Your attempt to get ahold of Cale went straight to voicemail and you groaned just wishing he would pick up. Opening first instagram and then twitter you realized just what had started it all. The avs had posted a summer update about Cale with a few pictures from Iceland that he must have sent their pr department. The top reply on twitter linked an instagram post from Sara’s page where she was obviously pregnant and wearing a waitressing uniform. Her vague status read ‘working for that dough since my baby daddy is useless’ You’d barely looked at all and you were already furious and devastated, you couldn’t even imagine how Cale was feeling.

Driving home, you called your favorite coworker pleading with her to take what appointments of yours today she could before calling the rest to reschedule. With your work commitments being taken care of, your plan was to go home and change before trying to find Cale. The moment you pulled in your driveway, however, you felt your heart settle because that was definitely Cale’s car. Dialing Laura’s number again you shut your car door quietly, not sure what state you’d find Cale in on the other side of your front door.

“Hey mom...his car is here. I don’t know what I’m about to find but you know I’ll do everything I can…” Laura insisted that you could call right back if there was anything you needed and after hanging up with her, you slipped your key into the lock, pushing your way inside.

The house was quiet and after toeing off your shoes, you padded down the hall in search of your boyfriend. The sight that met you as you reached your bedroom door broke your heart. Cale was curled up on your bed, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

Crawling in beside him, not caring if your dress got rumpled, you pulled his head to your chest, cradling his large frame as best you could.

“I’m here...I got you.” You whispered, one hand scratching gently over his scalp while the other ran up and down his back. Though Cale buried his head against you, he didn’t react otherwise and you felt his tears gathering against your skin. “What can I do Cale?” You whispered eventually, hating the helpless feeling this situation had left you with.

The silence of Cale’s response made you swallow hard. You wanted to scream from the rooftops about how people were making false assumptions, how Cale was the victim in this not his ex, how even if they were right it was none of their fucking business in the first place. But you knew it would only make things worse. The only real option was to let things die down on their own. You knew the truth, Cale’s family knew the truth, your family knew the truth, Cale’s teammates knew the truth. What anyone else thought really didn’t matter but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

When Cale finally cried himself to sleep in your arms, you continued to hold him for a few minutes before you finally pulled yourself from bed. Changing clothes, you grabbed your phone and stepped out to the kitchen for a glass of water, dialing Laura again as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“How is he?” She asked immediately.

“He’s asleep now. Finally cried himself out.” You mumbled. “He hasn’t said a word mom. It’s obvious he’s devastated, but I don’t know what to do. How do I fix this?”

“You can’t.” She admitted sadly. “Just be there for him. That’s all you can do. It may not feel like much but I’m sure he appreciates it. I appreciate it. I’m glad he’s not alone. That if he didn’t feel comfortable coming home that he felt comfortable enough to go to your home. He’s safe and you can get through this together, we can all get through this together.”

“Why do people have to be so mean?” You vented, just frustrated with all of it.

“I can’t answer that. But don’t let this rock your relationship, that would only be giving these people what they want.” She insisted.

“I’m not going anywhere mom. Cale is stuck with me.” Your words made Laura laugh and you sighed softly.

“I’m sure he’s so upset about that.” She teased. “My son is absolutely gone for you. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“I don’t know mom…” You grinned shaking your head. “Makes me wonder what else he got away with that you don’t know about.” You joked.

“Not funny Y/N.” She lightly chastised. Taking another sip of water you heard the buzz of a phone that wasn’t yours and you followed the sound, finding Cale’s phone with his keys at the front entry.

“Hey mom...I’m gonna let you go. I don’t want to leave Cale alone too long even if he’s sleeping.” You said, tucking your phone against your ear as you flipped Cale’s over seeing strings of notifications flash across the screen.

“Sounds good dear. Love you. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do...love you too mom.”

You didn’t want to invade Cale’s privacy too much but even a quick glance at his phone told you that his teammates were worried about him. Unlocking his phone with the code you’d memorized just a few days into vacation, you opened his group chat and started typing a message.

Hey guys, it’s Y/N...I haven’t read more than the 1 or 2 messages that flashed across the notifications screen because I don’t want to overstep. Just thought you guys should know that Cale really isn’t in a mindset to look at his phone. He’s not ignoring you...I’m sure he’ll get back to you guys soon...he just needs some time to process. If you have any urgent concerns my cell number is (587) 122- 3456.

Before you could talk yourself out of the message, questioning if even that was too intrusive, you pressed send, dropping Cale’s phone back with his car keys. It didn’t take more than a minute for your phone to ring and though you hesitated, answering revealed the voice of Gabe Landeskog.

“Y/N? This is Gabe.” He greeted.

“Hey Gabe.” You whispered, moving over toward the couch so that you were a little bit farther away from the open bedroom door.

“How is he?” The question made you sigh, your head falling back against the couch.

“Not so good.” You admitted. “He’s asleep right now...hopefully his dreams provide him some peace.”

“And how are you?” He followed up, not bothering to comment on Cale’s status any further.

“Heartbroken. Angry. Helpless. Take your pick.” You groaned. “There’s nothing I can do but be here and it’s frustrating.”

“Being there is probably more significant than you realize Y/N. Cale is a very private person and if he trusts you that’s not nothing.” As Gabe spoke you realized that even though you’d told your parents about your relationship, Cale must not have told anyone else yet.

“I know it’s not. I just…I want to fix it. And I know I can’t. I know we just have to wait and let this die out. But in the meantime I have to watch this tear him apart. It’s hard.” Gabe hummed in acknowledgement, a slightly uncomfortable silence filling the air for a moment before he spoke again.

“All the guys have his back...your back if you guys need anything. I’ll try and get them to back off a little so he’s not overwhelmed when he’s ready to talk. And I’m sure Cale will appreciate you reaching out to us on his behalf. I know the guys are relieved to know he’s being taken care of.”

“Thanks.” You breathed, still thrown by everything that had happened today.

“Well I’ll let you go. And Y/N... I’ll have Mel add your number to the Better Halves chat...glad you guys figured it out.” Gabe was just a little too intuitive and you shook your head as you ended the call.

Cale was still asleep when you crawled back into bed beside him, your hands rubbing soothingly along his skin again. With your brain focused on what you could possibly do to make things better, you missed Cale starting to stir, his blue eyes droopy as he peered over at you.

“I’m sorry…” The sound of his voice made you jump and when you looked over at him, you saw the distraught expression remained on his face. “I shouldn’t have dragged you into this…” As he spoke he shifted to sit up, his legs swinging over the edge of the bed. Moving alongside him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body back against yours.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Cale. You did nothing wrong. This is not on you. This is on the idiots who think they know what they’re talking about when they don’t even have the most basic of their facts straight.” Cale flinched just slightly, but you felt it, your heart picking up speed.

“I still caused you pain. I’m not supposed to do that.” Something told you that the next words to come out of your mouth were possibly the most important words spoken in your relationship...more important than ‘I love you’ had been.

“Cale Douglas Makar…” You declared, refusing to let him get up from the bed as you shuffled to stand in front of him. “You listen to me and you listen to me well. You are not the cause of my pain. I hurt because you hurt. The people that hurt you are the ones that hurt me...not you.” Forcing Cale’s cheeks up to look at you, you brushed your thumbs along his jaw.

“Never apologize for ‘dragging me into’ something. We are partners, we are equals. You cannot carry the emotional burden of this relationship alone. And lately you’ve been doing more work in that regard than you should. So DO NOT apologize. It’s my turn to carry the weight. Let me. Let me support you like you’ve supported me. Let me care for you like you care for me. Maybe I can’t physically carry you out of a lava tube...but I can lift you up emotionally, mentally...I can give you the strength to get through this. You are not alone. You have me. And I’m strong enough to handle this even though it upsets me. Use me. Please. Don’t push me away because you think you have to protect me and handle this on your own.”

Cale’s tears dripped along your fingertips and you leaned forward pulling his body into yours.

“We’re gonna get through this Cale...it’ll all blow over. And when it does it’ll just prove to the rest of the world what we already know. That you’re incredible. And we’re unshakable. So whatever you need. I’m here. All you have to do is say the word.”

“I love you.” Cale’s words were muffled by your clothing, but you heard him loud and clear.

“I love you too. Always will.” You assured him, nails scraping against his scalp again. Staying like that until his breathing steadied, you dipped down to kiss him gently but deeply.

“C’mon...let’s order a bunch of junk food, put some stupid comedy on tv and just relax.” You directed. “Though you should probably call mom first. She’s a little concerned and I know hearing your voice would make a big difference.”

When he nodded, you stepped back, though you didn’t make it far before Cale was wrapped around you again. If he needed to be a koala tonight, you were perfectly okay with that.

“Do you wanna use my phone so you don’t have to look at yours?” You asked softly. “I did jump into your team group chat to tell the boys to back off a little so you shouldn’t have as many notifications but you can use mine if you aren’t ready to deal with any of that.”

Cale didn’t seem at all fazed that you had used his phone but he willingly accepted yours, calling his mom. You’d placed an order for food on your laptop while they talked and upon the end of that conversation, you settled in on the couch for the night, only moving for food or drinks. As another episode of the sitcom Cale had picked ended, you looked down at him snoring softly, his head on your chest.

Today had been exhausting...this week had been exhausting, but you’d dealt with it together and now Cale knew that he didn’t have to bear the weight of the world by himself. You were bound to have bad days every now and then, but together you could get through so much more than either of you could separately.

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