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comphyjost · 6 months
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sometimes all i think about is you…
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tysonjost · 2 years
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☆ 2022 STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS ☆ NHL STANLEY CUP FINALS | COLORADO AVALANCHE | 06.26.2022
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laurenairay · 2 years
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we’re gonna have a good time tonight - C. Makar
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The first of five fics to celebrate The Avs winning the Stanley Cup!
Word count: 457 words.
A/N: I am so unbelievably proud of this team, you have no idea. And Cale? Mr Norris and Conn Smythe? Incredible.
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“Baby! Baby there you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!”
You took one look at your stumbling boyfriend, cheeks even redder than usual, shirt sloppily buttoned, hazy eyes, and couldn’t help but laugh softly. What a contrast to his usual appearance – not that you could judge him in the slightest. Not tonight. Definitely not when 99% of the people around you were exactly the same. Cale just thumped down next to you into the club’s booth, unbothered by his dishevelled state, wide grin still plastered on his lips even if his eyes were a little wild with worry.
Bless his heart.
“I’m exactly where I was when you wandered off 20 minutes ago,” you mused, “When EJ corralled you to go do another shot?”
Cale just made a bleurgh face, telling you all you needed to know about how well that shot went down.
“I really didn’t need that whiskey,” Cale groaned, tilting his head back slightly.
If your eyes trailed slowly down his exposed pale throat, well, no-one had to know.
“Probably not,” you laughed, teasing him ever-so-slightly.
Instead of laughing too, Cale grimaced, sending an uncomfortable pang through your body. What? “I never drink this much. Sorry. Am I being too much?”
Oh. Oh that sweet boy. You wasted no time in shaking your head, resting your hand firmly on his arm so you kept his attention.
“You’re definitely not too much. Not in the slightest. Never apologise for celebrating with your team,” you said firmly, tension releasing from your shoulders as Cale’s body visibly relaxed. Thank fuck for that. “You’re a Stanley Cup champion, babe, you’re meant to go a little wild.”
Cale’s grimace quickly melted into a wide smile, his happy glassy eyes adding to the dopey effect, making you laugh even as he slung an arm around your shoulders, resting his forehead against your temple.
“I’m a Stanley Cup champion,” he murmured, lips brushing your hair.
“Yes you are,” you replied, not masking any of the pride in your voice as you turned your head to face him properly, “you’re my Stanley Cup champion.”
Cale just groaned softly before capturing your mouth in a kiss, one beer-soaked hand rising to cup your face. You kissed him back as eagerly as always, not caring about the people around you, not caring about the cat-calls that sounded as Cale slid his tongue against yours.
“Break it up lovebirds! There’s time for that later!”
Cale glared at EJ’s interruption, just making everyone laugh, and it was all you could do to tuck your head in the crook of his neck. As much as you would’ve happily ignored the interruption, EJ was right – there would be plenty of time for this later, and more.
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pawpurrus · 2 years
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Nobody:
The Stanley Cup for the past few days:
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dogsockss · 2 years
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"And they know they lived through it to get to this moment."
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equallyshaw · 2 years
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Cale Makar: Light’s Out.
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my power went out, so i thought of this with cale. enjoy!
word count: 1.0k
warnings: few swear words.
It was my worst nightmare. The power going out. Call me a baby, but I have always hated the out of nowhere darkness, and that is what just happened. I was in the middle of getting ready for bed, and this just had to happen. I sighed, cursing the world. Why couldn’t this have happened when Cale was here? He of course had to leave, an hour beforehand. I groaned picking up my phone, debating if I should call Cale or Mel. Mel has been my rock since joining the wags, and honestly- we were on the same wavelength. Scared of the dark, and all.
I went to the group chat that held EJ, Nate us two and Mel/Gabe. Mel and Gabe had always treated me like a little sister, so we were the closest to them two out of the bunch. I sighed thinking of what was gonna be thrown my way by EJ though. And knew Nate was gonna judge the heck out of me.
Y/n: somebody wanna tell me why my powers out??
Y/n: and now I gotta go light like 30 candles just so I can sleep
Y/n: fuck whoever thought It was convenient to think of power outages
EJ: somebody scared of the dark? Lol
Gabe: yeah aren’t you like 23?
Mel: shut your traps
Mel: are you ok?
EJ: lest we forget about Mel being scared too
EJ: Also you’ll start a fire if you light that many candles
Nate: Yeah we dont need to hear about your house burning down.
Y/n: omg
Y/n: so rude
Cale: im coming back over
Y/n: NO you have a early practice tomorrow
Y/n: just needed to vent
Nate: yeah thanks for waking me up
EJ: ^^^^^
Mel: omg stop it
Mel: be nice.
Gabe: let me go back to my a/c room
Y/n: you guys are horrible !
Y/n: especially you Gabe— how dare you bring up ac !!!
Cale: yeah, low blow dude
Mel: ^^^
What? I couldn’t do anything without a/c. Especially not when it was 80’s degrees outside.
Y/n: y’all are mean, if you dont hear from me in the morning
Y/n: just assume im dead
Gabe: oh no! The horror!
Gabe: good night
EJ: wouldn’t bat an eye
Nate: yeah, wouldn’t be like we’d miss you anyways
Mel: I can’t believe I call you guys my friends and my husband
Mel: ashamed to know you
EJ: you know you love us Mel!
Nate: we would miss you mel, besides Gabe wouldn’t be able to survive without you
Gabe: its true. I’d be dead
Y/n: hate you all goodnight
Gabe: where’s Cale??
Mel: saving his woman unlike you who’d leave me for the wolves
And just like that, I heard a knock at my door. I peeped through the door’s window and sighed. I opened it quickly, pulling him in to trap whatever ac was left. “I thought I told you to not come back.” I said exasperated. “I don’t care!” He exclaimed, “I could never leave you alone to fend for yourself.” He said cheekily as we walked into the living room. I playfully slapped his arm as we sat down. He turned on his phone’s flashlight, in addition to mine already being on. “Hi.” He said giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” He questioned putting a comforting hand on my leg. I nodded, resting my head on the back of my couch. “Such an eventful way to end the night.” I mused, half joking. “Do you wanna finish getting ready for bed?” He asked and I nodded. He got up, extending his hand for me and I gratefully took it. We walked towards my bedroom, and he accompanied me to my bathroom. "Ill be back in a few minutes, ok?" he said gaging my response. I nodded, smiling softly. I grabbed my tooth brush and toothpaste, and began to brush my teeth. A few minutes later, I tied my hair up in a loose scrunchie to pineapple my hair, before walking out.
My heart stopped, as I looked around as saw candles around my room. Cale came back in with another one in his hand, setting it on my nightstand to match the other. My mouth turned into a smile, and I walked towards him to wrap my arms around his waist. I laid my head on his back, "You have no idea what this means, thankyou." I exclaimed. He turned around in my arms and he cupped my face with both his hands. "Ofcourse. We can't have my girl, freaking out." He mused before giving me a big kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss before parting.
"Okay Makar, time for bed." I mused hopping on the other side, and him standing next to his side of the bed. He immediately pulled me into his side, after discarding his shirt and pants. He traced mindless circles on my arm, comforting me. "I wanna kill Gabe." I joked, and Cale chuckled. "Oh yeah, get in line. I think Mel has beaten you to it." He mused, making me giggle. "How dare he use a/c against me." I said in a sarcastic tone, and he nodded. "Very low blow." he mused. "Very." I said softly. It was a few minutes later, and I was slowly falling into a light sleep, I heard the distinct a/c vent turn on. I shot up, with Cale chuckling. "LET THERE BE POWER!!" I eclaimed jumping up and turning on the light fixtures that I had turned off so there wasn't a power surge when the power did come back on. I turned the light on and did a happy dance. "Hell yeah!" I said hopping back in bed and shook Cale playfully. "I think this is the happiest I've seen ya." he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully before grabbing my phone.
y/n: i surived
y/n: let there be light and ac
Mel: yay !!!!
Gabe: is your ice cream cake ok?
I jumped off the bed and left a chuckling Cale behind, as I went to go check on my favorite dessert.
EJ: yeah is it ok?
Nate: you and your ice cream lol
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Me in 2019 after watching Cale Makar score his first NHL goal on his first shot on his first shift: “this kid is going places. This kid is going to make a name for himself”
Cale Makar: *becomes the first player to win the Hobey Baker, Calder, Norris, Stanley Cup, and Conn Smythe*
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tuukkarasksass · 2 years
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EJ really going for that juicy 🍑 grab
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bringingthebiscuit · 2 years
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COLORADO AVALANCHE ARE THE 2022 STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS
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comphyjost · 2 years
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started from the bottom, now we here 🥂💍
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tysonjost · 2 years
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☆ STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS ☆ COLORADO AVALANCHE | 06.26.2022
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laurenairay · 2 years
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time to come together - E. Johnson
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The second of five fics to celebrate The Avs winning the Stanley Cup!
Word Count: 848 words
A/N: this man is the toothless love of my life and I am so happy he didn’t retire last summer. Can’t even contemplate that right now because he deserves to be a stanley cup champion so much!
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Drinks were flowing, music was pounding, Bo was taking a nap in a corner booth, and there were at least three half naked hockey players in your vicinity – the night was nowhere near ending, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Celebrating with your boyfriend Erik, the Stanley Cup Champion? Yeah there was no way you were going to be anywhere else.
He deserved this so much, the win and the celebrating, after so many years of pain and failure and self-doubt, and you were so unbelievably proud of him. This was everything he had been dreaming of, everything he’d been working towards since he was a kid, everything that he’d put his body on the line for over and over again, and you would happily accept his beer-soaked kisses if it meant he was going to be this happy.
Not that you weren’t going to take water breaks yourself though. This was the third bar after all. A few of the WAGs had joined you initially, most having drifted off after a glass or two, leaving just you and Mel alone at the bar, watching your drunk other halves having a drunk dance-off in the middle of the room. It was nice to see Erik let loose like this, to be honest – he deserved it, to have this much fun. You weren’t even going to record the ridiculous dancing either, not this time, even if this was a memory you didn’t want to lose.
As if he could read your mind, Erik looked over at you, and wasted no time in stalking over to where you were sitting at the bar. And it was stalking, because the intense look in his eyes was all-consuming.
“Well I think I’ll leave you to that.”
Mel smirked slightly, and you knew she knew that she’d broken you out of your thoughts, but instead of teasing you further she just sent you a playful wink as she walked away, leaving you in the company of your inebriated boyfriend, who was towering over you on purpose. Ass.
“Having fun celebrating with your boys?” you grinned, tilting your head up to look at him.
“You know I am. But…I can’t fucking wait to celebrate with you, later, just the two of us,” Erik murmured, the leer in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Fuck. You knew your reaction was visible by the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, but you didn’t care. You’d wanted to climb him like a tree since the final buzzer sounded, and you didn’t care if he knew it.
“Why wait until later?”
Erik’s stunned face, eyes wide and lips parted, made you grin, the very idea of your proposal making your blood sing. Hah. Two could play at this game. Even if all the beer and champagne and shots had made him forget that.
Huh, actually, that was something to think about.
“Can you even…you know…perform with all the alcohol?” you teased, trailing your fingers across his collarbone.
Erik’s dumbfounded face dropped into a glare, making you laugh. What? It was a legitimate question!
“There isn’t a moment in any day where I don’t want to fuck you,” Erik said firmly.
His words sent a hot flash through your body, but you weren’t giving in just yet.
“And if whiskey dick comes to play too?” you mused.
His glare shifted into a smirk, making your breath hitch in your throat. Oh you knew that look very well. Whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be trouble.
“Then I can damn well get on my knees, can’t I?” he murmured, backing you firmly into the bar counter, pressing your bodies fully together.
Fuck what a picture. Erik swallowed your moan as he kissed you deeply, one hand looped behind your head to anchor the fervent embrace, the other hand over your hip like a burning brand. It was all you could do to throw your arms around his neck, kissing him back just as desperately, not caring that this was getting a little too intense for public. No, you didn’t care at all. You just wanted him.
Okay, yeah, he won this round. You could always get him back later. Much, much later. With that in mind, and with a racing heart and throbbing core, you broke the embrace, trying not to get distracted by the wild look in his eyes or the moisture on his slightly-swollen bottom lip.
“I need you now, Erik,” you said, the whine in your voice betraying exactly how desperate he’d made you.
He just groaned, hips jolting forward a little, showing you just how much needed you too.
“Fuck it, Gabe can hold down the party fort. Bathroom?” he said, a little breathless.
Not ideal, but you couldn’t wait. The party would be going on for hours yet, you knew that much, and there was no way you were waiting that long for your man to bring you to dizzying heights of pleasure.
“Let’s go,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours.
Erik just grinned.
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zackcollins · 2 years
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Happy Pride Month to Nate and EJ
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e-merzly · 2 years
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Lmao
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bolorado-bavalanche · 2 years
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The boys are the Stanley Cup Champs tonight!!
Absolutely wildin’
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Also THE BOI CALE won the CONN SMYTHE!! 🎉
pictures via nhl, coloradoavalanche, coloradomammoth on Instagram
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pensfan4lfe2 · 2 years
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