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hernakedmuse · 9 months ago

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In my hour of need

I wrote my first Dave Mustaine fanfic, obviously isn't accurate, it's '84 Dave, Megadeth is getting their feet off the ground.

Synopsis: Dave Mustane x Femboy!OC, OC is a beautiful boy who likes to wear feminine clothing and had a doomed date tonight. The rain introduced him to Dave.

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, P IN A sex, anal sex, blow job (Dave receiving), top!Dave, dom!Dave, bottom!OC, femboy!OC, subby!OC, daddy kink, misuse of pronouns, mentions of being in the closet, mxm, choking (sexually)

Why did I ever agree to meet my date at the restaurant? Why couldn't he be a perfect gentleman and pick me up? That's a bad sign right, or am I overreacting?

He seems nice, he wears an Armani suit, is an attorney for some actor, and the date tonight is going to be at Lawry's. Most likely he's a married closet case who has a thing for young crossdressers like myself, but hey why not give the man a chance? That's what my roommate tells me. I'm too picky apparently, and Avery, my drag queen roommate, convinced me that boys who are way too pretty and wear makeup and Chanel knock off slingbacks rarely end up with a fairytale ending, Mr. Right might be married with a couple of kids, but it's worth giving him a shot.

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So I gave myself a homemade facial courtesy of oil of olay, St. Ives, and L'Oreal. Pulled an Elizabeth Arden and filled up a bowl of hot water, tossed in some orange slices and sprigs of rosemary, and threw a towel over my head to steam my face for ten minutes. I nearly burned myself with wax but it got the job done and I was as naked as a seal, douched, oiled my little backdoor rosebud and took a rosewater and chamomile bath, washed, blow dried, and hot rolled my hair. I also made sure to starve myself 24 hours before this event living off of oolong tea and beef broth with Welsh onions.

My makeup is done to the Gods mimicking Material Girl Madonna since I will be eating at a five star steakhouse, same hairstyle too for it compliments my peroxide blonde hair.

I rubbed my skin with rosewater body cream, and perfumed myself with Anais Anais, finding an outfit took two hours on top of that. But in the end I decided on a dress, I'm convincing enough to appear female so I won't embarrass L.A.’s favorite attorney Joel Mitcham at the city's most exclusive steakhouse.

I chose black, backless halter dress with a severe plunge almost to the naval, the skirt was short and ended in a wrap with the split high up my thigh, the hem ended just below my plush thighs that slimfast, jazzercise, and cosmo diets seem to not be able to get rid of. I secured thigh high nylon stockings to my garter and a satin black thong disappeared between my ample backside beneath, the said Chanel slingback knock offs adorned my feet, and a fake gold bracelet wrapped around my waist with matching small gold hoop earrings.

I looked like a flat chested tramp and was heading out to hail a cab when for some reason, it was pouring rain all of a sudden. How was this happening? How did I always have such rotten luck? My hair I spent forever in was ruined, my dress was ruined, my makeup was ruined, I started to cry in front of my apartment building.

I dug into my purse to look for my keys, so I could go back inside and call the restaurant to tell Joel about my delay. But me being the space case I am, I left them inside! Could this get any worse? Avery is at work at the club and won't be back until 4 at the earliest! What rotten luck!

I'd have to catch a cab to the club to borrow his keys.

For fifteen minutes, I tried hailing a cab in this pouring and shivering rain. The dress was like a second skin to me now and I was crying more. I gave up and got on the bus, enduring cat calls and weirdos as well as slurs I was getting due to my current state. I looked at my reflection in the bus window, wincing at how much I looked like a drowned prostitute.

I got off on sunset, stumbling off and immediately colliding into a solid chest that could easily be mistaken for a brick wall. Big hands caught my waist and I laid my hands on the stranger's chest. “I'm so sorry!” I exclaimed breathlessly. I looked up and my knees literally became weak.

I even stumbled a bit with those damn weak ankles of mine, like out of a movie.

I am not exaggerating when I say that I'm looking up at the most gorgeous man on the planet. The perfect dark and straight determined eyebrows above expressive, narrow, dark brown eyes that hold a smoldering quality, a perfectly noble nose that was a little pronounced and full rosy lips beckoning a kiss. He has strong yet smooth facial features, paired with his cascading, swirling waves of strawberry blonde, he looks just like a prince out of a fairy tale.

“Hey no fire, you're okay.” the stranger said casually before assessing my drowned appearance. “You look like you need to dry off.”

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Dave was feeling really good about the show his new band had, ‘84 was going to be his year, everything was lining up how it was supposed to for fucking once. Usually life dealt him the short end of the fucking stick that's for sure, nothing ever went right for Dave, even when he was born his family fell apart.

And if things seemed to be going great then it would crash and burn, ugly. Like being homeless for a bit and there was well Metallica, and he won't forget about his guitarist dying on him.

No way, God loved giving Dave a big fat middle finger.

But this year, this year he was taking control of his own life. He didn't believe in destiny, he didn't believe in fate, just himself.

He was high on success more than anything else tonight, stepped outside for a smoke before meeting up with this girl he's been seeing, Diana. They weren't serious but he'll see, she's pretty with a tan and long chestnut hair and a petite build.

He was certain about everything, which is how he likes it.

But then he bumped into someone right on Sunset, passing Filthy McNasty's. He was ready to give them hell, really make them feel Like a complete piece of shit for slamming into him like that. But he looked down, almost but not quite speechless, of course if he wasn't such a loquacious man he would definitely be rendered speechless.

What bumped into him was– is a gorgeous, wet little woman. Stunning actually, stunning enough to make him forget all about Diana and her place tonight.

All he could focus on was the short little beauty who got caught in the rain, soaked blonde hair stuck to her small shoulders, mascara running down her heart shaped face, red lips impressively still intact, shivering in a black revealing number that was pasted to her tan skin. Emphasizing wide hips and plush thighs worthy of Penthouse, and the hard nipples on her…

After Dave reassured her that it was okay, he realized those hard, pronounced nipples that were evident in the wet garment, are not breasts.

His heart was pounding blood pounded in his ears, his face turned red at the realization, and his skin felt prickly as he became half hard despite this discovery.

A man is turning him on.

A man in a skimpy dress with big Hazel eyes looking all Bambi and helpless up at him with bee-stung plump, red lips was giving him a hard on in the middle of the street in the middle of the rain, and making Dave conjure up the most filthy imagery.

He imagined dragging the marilyn boy into the nearby alley, not pushing the skirt of his teasingly short dress up but ripping the garment until his most likely sun-kissed, juicy ass was revealed to his greedy, starving eyes. Pushing his plump ass cheeks apart to see how tight or spread that rosebud of his, sinking his cock in and making marks and bruises that'll leave memories…

Dave didn't know why he felt this way, he has never in his life desired a guy, not even a little bit. He wasn't exactly known to be open minded, he's from San Diego, too much military influence for that.

He's seen plenty of passing men in women's clothes since he moved to L.A., most of the very passing…but none quite as passing as them. So delicate and small, could easily be mistaken, as a flat chested girl, a gymnast or ballerina. But…he's not…he's a…well…he…and for some reason Dave's want for him and need for him outweighed all else.

“Wanna get out of the rain?” He asked the blond.

Hazel eyes widened comically yet adorably up at Dave. Long, dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as a dainty hand with manicured red nails rose to move wet curls out of those Bambi eyes.

She– he, looked so confused, it was very cute. It made Dave smile, his hands never left blonde's waist. In fact it tightened. If Snow White's brother here was smart and had any survivor instincts, he'd try and leave. Key word try, because Dave wasn't sure if he wanted to let him go.

But Bambi here just blinked stupidly, before the most radiant, prettiest smile with teeth and a sultry gap between the two front were on display. He glowed like a candle in a house whose electric bill wasn't paid. “Oh that would be so nice, thank you!”

Dave snorted. “Are you willing to go off with a stranger?”

Disney boy here just looked sweetly puzzled for a brief moment before a soft giggle left his full lips. “Well how about you tell me your name? Then you won't be a stranger anymore.”

He was putting so much faith in someone like Dave, most people wouldn't. He looks like the typical burden on society, long hair and heavy metal, the recipe of a devil worshipper, and coincidentally, Dave was one briefly in high school.

But this little wet kitten of a boy here was willing to go with him to get warm and dry, it melted the harsh metalhead that's for sure, brought out his protective instincts, one a man usually naturally feels for a woman.

“It's Dave”

He smiled warmly up at Dave, it was the sort of smile that could heal Dave's childhood…almost.

Dave drove them back to his.

He had given his Jean jacket to him to wear before they got in the car, he turned on the heat once they were in and was impressed when blondie didn't flinch at the boisterous headbanger threatening to abuse the speakers.

Once they got to Dave's, he got out of the car and ran to the passenger side, opening the door for the boy.

A fragile hand took Dave's, a long, nylon wrapped legged stepped out before bringing the owner. “Such a gentleman.” He giggled, it was teasing and made the singer wonder what he could do to get him to giggle like that again.

He opened the door for him and watched the boy carefully step in as if his dainty ass would somehow be a disturbance.

Dave walked behind him watching him, admiring him being swallowed in his jacket, bleached hair drying into beautiful natural curls. His messy mascara makes his eyes more wide and innocent.

His legs looked so shapely and he needed to see them over his shoulders.

“You can shower, I'll get you some dry clothes.” Dave appeared right by him, a large hand on his hip causing the feminine man to gasp. “I'll show you where the bathroom is.”

He nodded before Dave proceeded to lead him to the bathroom. He turned on the light and watched the pretty boy take off the borrowed jacket, revealing the most exquisite back that pointed down to a nice pair of hips and a thick ass.

Dave swallowed as his eyes caught a tear in his nylon, and he couldn't fight his hardening cock when he watched the guy step out of his slingbacks, shrinking attractively before his eyes. Dave had to have nearly a foot on him. Goddamn…

He was gone the moment the boy cast his gaze over his naked shoulder.

Dave couldn't stop himself didn't sto himself. He launched himself at male beauty. “Let me help you with that.” His voice had become unmistakably husky as he gripped the sopping wet garment and tore it with his bare hands from his small body.

A beautifully gasp ripped from the petit blond. It was shreds of fabric at their feet and Dave groaned vocally at the sight of his perfect peach ass having a black satin thong being swallowed by his cheeks.

He aggressively slapped his bouncy ass before grabbing the globes harshly, pushing his denim clad erection eagerly into the plentiful backside. He didn't care what he was, boy or girl, Dave had to have him.

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“Oh baby, fuck- look at you all dressed up.” Dave moaned in my ear, his solid, hot body pressed completely against my back, overpowering me in the most delicious way. I felt like my body was on fire, his impressive hard on dug into my ass as squeezed all and every part of me, my nipples ached with need and I was sporting a little hard on myself.

His full lips were hot and wet on my neck as he maneuvered his hand around to turn on the shower. He rubbed my chest and squeezed it before tugging on my puffy red nipples. It pulled a pathetic, whining whimper from my lips.

“Yeah, you like that? Such a good, responsive little slut.” He rasped in my ear and I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper come undone, my heart raced and he turned me around, his predatory, wolvish eyes took me in, leering at my thighs and the small, naked, rosy erection that laid between them. He grasped it causing my knees to become weak, drawing another whine from me. It was firm but gentle. “It's like a clit, so small.” He moaned in a positive way. “Everything about you is so small, so easy to manhold.” His huge hand then slapped my ass so hard I yelped and leaned into him, which made him chuckle. Feeling his barenaked, impressive cock against my stomach. “Not everything, God this is a fucking ass.”

He forced me down on my knees with a harsh push on my shoulder. I looked up at him dizzy.

“Be a good little whore daddy and suck.” He spoke sweet but it was condescending, causing my tip to leak.

I didn't wait another moment, I took hold of his huge cock, my small hand having a hard time doing so, he looked down with a guttural groan, lips parted, eyes darker and hooded, I could feel him pulse in my hand. “So tiny.” He was breathless as he said and I put my mouth on him, feel wetter when I drew the grand reaction of him swearing an elicit ‘fuck so fucking warm’ as I did so.

I conjured up a lot of saliva as I started suckling, he tastes so good, so musky , such masculine taste. I took a little more of him and his hand fisted into my damp hair, lithe hips started thrusting his big member further in my mouth. “That's a good girl, look at you, such a pretty little girl with more cock than she can handle. Can you handle more?” His tone was filthy and degrading.

I wanted to please him so desperately, I took him deeper so I could feel him in the back of my throat. He cursed and grabbed my hair tighter as he thrust faster into my throat, wet lewd sounds disappeared beneath the music of the shower, but you could hear Dave's vulgar language through it all, echoing against the bathroom walls. “Take it, that's right, fucking take it, you were meant for his- fuck!” He pulled me off his cock abruptly, his pupils blown, chest rising and falling, looking feral with a thin film of sweat decorating his ivory skin.

Saliva spilled filthy down my swollen lips and chin, he looked at me like a starving beast. “I almost came, fuck, I need you now, gonna give me your hole baby?” He asked as he stroked my drool dripped chin, his tone suggested I had no choice.

Dumbly, I nodded. As easily as lifting a doll, he lifted me up into his strong arms. He carried me into the shower and pinned me against the wall as he pressed his mouth against mine. My eyes would roll back if they weren't already closed. Fuck how could any mere mortal kiss like that? It wasn't chaste, bland or sloppy, it was a caress before he pried me open with a forced self invitation, our lips felt glued together suctioned together, it slow yet starvation was expressed as he dominated our mouth to mouth and smoothly sucked on my tongue, tasting every part of me and stealing away my right to breathe. It was all consuming as his big hands rubbed down my back and squeezed my ass and thighs as if he had every right as if he owned them.

Feeling him hold me, paw at me, grab me, and his hot as a furnace body enveloping me was making me dizzy in such a euphoric way.

When I lost the last drop of oxygen and was feeling light headed, he tore his lips from mine with a gasp and began to leave sweet open mouth kisses down my neck. “Smell so damn sweet.” He growled. His huge cock kept rubbing against my little leaking one.

My abdomen was knotted in insane amounts of pleasure, I whimpered feeling his patch of hair scratch against my tummy.

He pressed two big fingers to my mouth, eyes lidded and drunk with Rapture. “Suck.”

I immediately obeyed, sucking into my mouth with greed. His eyes rolled back. “Good boy.” I sucked them knuckle deep, squelched wet sounds caused his cock to twitch and drip against me.

As I was beginning to choke on his long fingers, he withdrew them, admiring the sopping wet, slobbery work I'd done before putting them back in, forcing my mouth open delivering his own spit into my awaiting mouth.

I melted and was at my end, it was the thing that made me completely need to submit to him, to call him…but I can't call him that when I know he's gonna kick me out when I satisfy his itch. “Such a good girl, swallow that for me, that's it. God you're too pretty.”

I whimpered at his praise, before I knew it he had spread my ass cheeks apart and was rubbing my hole before sliding a finger in. I winced at that before I moaned in his ear. “Fucking Christ, you are so tight, such a tight little baby.” He was massaging and thrusting his finger inside of me, the burn of the stretch made me harder and I relaxed against him with kittenish moans and whines.

“Such a good little one, fuck, ready for another finger? Yeah? I need to hear you say you're ready baby.”

I moaned at being called baby by him, and stopped myself mid nod, knowing he wanted words. “Yes Dave, please I'd love another finger.”

He groaned “I'm not going to be able to be patient if you keep talking like that.”

I smiled, happy to know I have such an effect on him. I licked his neck and heard a moving gasp release from his lips. “Don't be patient.” I whispered in his ear.

I took great pleasure in watching his face flush and his Adam's Apple bobbed, I leaned into kiss it and cried against it when he pushed in the second finger, now fingering me deep and so good, so good, so good, so good- “so good, so good, so good!” I cried the mantra in hysteria.

“Look at you baby, so goddamn dumb, can't even think for yourself, won't be able to cum without me telling you to.” He cooed.

He fingered me faster and moved his fingers in scissor motion. I screamed. “Please, please let me cum, I'll be so good please!”

He thrust against me and nodded as he watched me fall apart. “Cum baby.”

I screamed it was high pitch and gasping, and I made such a mess on our stomachs and cocks.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore!” He declared passionately.

He lined his cock to my back entrance, holding me firmly against the wall before slowly easing the thick length in. Tears burned in my eyes, the stretch was painful at first but that only turned me on more, made me more needier. And fuck what a stretch it was. My eyes were closed as I cried out a wet outcry, I felt his lips on my cheek though. “I'm so sorry baby.” He kissed my lips so gently as if I had broken in his arms. I was surprised by his display of tenderness, it was like a warm blanket on a cold night.

He licked up my tears and I moaned “you can move, please move.” And he did, his hips rolled in the perfect rhythm like his body understood mine, and it felt too fucking good, I didn't know it was supposed to feel this good. Nothing could possibly compete with this, if I died tonight I'd be too pleased. Maybe it was because it was comparable but I felt so attached to him now, and when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I saw such tenderness in his wolvish eyes as he looked down into mine.

His arms tightened protectively, possessively around me. A hand caressed my cheek with gentleness, his lips kissed mine so softly, his hand slid down to my neck as he curled his fingers around my throat, and I fell in love. “Harder” I begged quietly.

And he complied, oh my God did he comply.

Slamming his hips against mine, his bulbous tip hitting that spot in me over and over to the point I had no control over my words.

“Right there daddy, please let me cum daddy!”

When he froze, when his balls paused slapping viciously against my ass, my heart dropped. What if he called me gross, or hit me or–

“You wanna make a mess on daddy's cock?”

Oh, I didn't expect that.

Didn't expect his honeyed voice to say such sweet things, or his eyes to smolder me looking at me like I was the answer to every problem. He squeezed my throat, I felt brainless. My only thought was daddy and Dave. “Don't make daddy ask twice.’’

“Yes daddy, I wanna make a big mess on your big cock, I'll clean it so good afterwards too-” He was slamming faster and harder, I was desperate for it and started to bounce on his cock whining vocally.

“Fuck that's it. That's. My. Fucking. Little. Bunny!” He emphasized with each and every thrust.

“Oh shit, daddy I'm cumming!”

“Cum baby fucking cum for daddy!”

I screamed and felt like I saw white, the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never cum that hard in my life, and it felt Neverending when I felt Dave fill me up. I have never felt so complete.

He slid down with me in his arms and still inside of me, panting into my neck. Once he gathered his breath, he pressed sweet kisses to my neck and shoulder. “Jesus, I have never cum that hard in my life.”

My heart glowed. “Neither have I. "I admittedly softly and closed my eyes.

“I only have generic brand shit.”

I opened my eyes in confusion. “Huh?”

“For shampoo and conditioner, it's generic. Your hair is fancy as shit. So I apologize in advance.”

I couldn't help but grin, he likes my hair. “I use Salon Selectives shampoo and conditioner, and Luster's Pink cream and gloss spray. But this will be just fine for tonight.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

He looked at me with a soft smile before using his shampoo in my hair. It felt nice and felt so good being cared for, for once.

“I have no food, so we'll have to eat at the diner tomorrow.”

My heart raced. “You want me to stay the night?”

He paused the delicious massaging on my scalp. “I don't know, what do you want to do? Did you have plans tomorrow, any plans to do with the ones you had before me?”

“I don't, um I'd really like to stay the night.”

He continued the massage then rinsed my hair. “Who were you meeting up with tonight?” He tried to sound casual but failed.

“A date.”

He scoffed. “A date that didn't pick you up?”

I shrugged.

He was washing my body with some soap that smells like Irish Spring. He grasped my shoulder a little tight. “You don't need to see him anymore, especially someone who didn't think you were good enough to pick you up.”

I smiled. “Would you have picked me up?”

He put the soap down. “Shit, I'll pick you up right now” I squealed when he stood up and scooped me up into his arms. “Dave, what if we slip?”

“Nah, I wouldn't drop such a delicate package.”

I giggled and played with his hair. “Does this diner have French toast?”

“If it doesn't I'll take you to another, I'll take you anywhere you want.”

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x male!oc

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beardedjoel · 1 month ago

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i'm so glad to have come across smother this year. it is a beautiful story but also has infiltrated my brain in this very welcome way where literally anytime i am having a shit day (or a shit month more like it right now) i'm just laying here staring at the ceiling avoiding all the stuff i should be doing and instead am like... i just wanna stop fucking thinking and stop trying to figure out how to exist in this hopeless evil stupid fucking world and just let smother joel take the reins and fix it all and take care of me and rail me into oblivion each and every day and hold me when i want out like rn SIGHHHHH all hail smother joel bc he really is the best daddy of all daddy joels lol.

🥺 it's so lovely to hear that my story helps you when you're having a rough time. joel and blossom have definitely gotten me through a lot too! smother joel really is the best distraction from reality akjfksg

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yahoo-puck-daddy-blog · 7 years ago

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Puck Daddy Countdown: Lamoriello, Game 7 and Rangers find a coach

Nicklas Backstrom and Alex Ovechkin haven’t had much luck in Game 7s over their careers. (Photo by Bill Wippert/NHLI via Getty Images)

8. This story

If you read only one story today about a college hockey player having his season ruined by a 25-inch intestinal parasite, make it this deeply unpleasant one.

7. Losing Mark Hunter

This was the kind of change that you knew was going to happen, right?

You have to say, well the Leafs gave the right guy the GM job, so there was no way Hunter was going to stick around and let Dubas be his boss, especially not when he has other options available perhaps including for other teams’ GM jobs if, say, things open up.

Interesting, though, that he can’t take a new job elsewhere until July. Wonder what that means for what the Leafs are planning at the draft, in free agency, etc., and how Hunter could potentially throw a wrench in that. Obviously you don’t want a guy who just sat in on months’ worth of meetings talking to a new team about everything you want to do, but Lou Lamoriello was under no such restrictions, so y’know.

Speaking of which…

6. Lou on the Island

“Full authority.”   This should be a worrisome phrase for Islanders fans. There is certainly the plausible deniability among the analytics crowd that comes with being able to say “Every bad move the Leafs made was Lou’s fault, and every good one was Dubas’s idea” but the most likely scenario is that a bunch of guys sat around in a meeting and talked out trades and signings until a consensus could be formed.

This is, from what I understand, how lots of organizations work and that’s good. You want groups of smart people making decisions instead of things being done unilaterally by one guy.

And maybe that’s what will happen in Brooklyn too, right? But full authority for Lou Lamoriello might mean a lot more of “signing guys like Matt Martin” than “signing guys like John Tavares.” Which, I guess that’s not entirely fair because the Tavares thing has nothing to do with Lamoriello being there or not being there, but you see the point.

The kind of hockey Lamoriello seems to think works in 2018 is more Casey Cizikas than Mat Barzal.

5. David Quinn

Really interesting “pending” hire by the Rangers.

On the one hand I never thought Quinn would leave Boston University, his alma mater where he earned a very good salary and was widely hailed as one of the best coaches in college hockey. Sure, you want to test yourself professionally, but you probably need one hell of an offer to leave a cushy gig like that.

The Rangers gave it to him. He will make in five years something akin to what he would have earned in 10 to 20 years at BU (depending upon whose reports you believe about his BU salary). That’s a life-changing offer, and not least because even guys who flame out hard as NHL head coaches will always be able to get a job in pro hockey, somewhere.

The question, I guess, is what the Rangers expect from Quinn. Anyone who’s around college hockey a decent amount knows Quinn is regarded as a great communicator and motivator, especially for younger high-end guys. That’s something the Rangers definitely need as they start their rebuild in earnest. His teams also play a modern, up-tempo brand of hockey. However, it’s also fair to say that Quinn’s results, routinely with one of the two or three most-talented teams in the NCAA, have been a little lacking. One Beanpot, two regular-season league titles, two postseason titles, one NCAA final appearance (with the worst third-period meltdown in recent memory). A lot of that came because Jack Eichel came to campus, which was of course Quinn’s doing.

So if you’re concerned about the Rangers underperforming with Quinn, well the good news is they’re rebuilding and as long as young players get better, he’s doing his job. Wins and losses shouldn’t really enter into the discussion too much if other indicators are there.

But at the same time, well, this is a lot of money for a totally unproven coach who, by the way, was seemingly their second choice. Jim Montgomery, now the coach of the Dallas Stars and ex of Denver University, reportedly turned the Rangers down first. Interesting times.

4. Managing the Jets’ cap

Everyone seems to think the Jets will be very good for a very long time but I went to their CapFriendly page after they lost the conference final and jeeeeez.

They have to re-sign nine restricted free agents this summer, including useful players like Brandon Tanev and Joel Armia (who won’t be that expensive), Josh Morrissey (maybe a little expensive?), and both Jacob Trouba and Connor Hellebuyck (very expensive).

Wonder where that leaves them, right? Because it would be nice to bring back Toby Enstrom and Paul Stastny, but how much cap space will be available for them, especially since they will also have to re-sign Kyle Connor and Patrik Laine in summer 2019 as well. Yeah the cap is going to go up for next season, so Winnipeg probably has like $25 million to spend on all the guys they need to re-sign, but you gotta keep some of that powder dry because Laine and Connor are going to cost a fortune.

It’s nice to have all these players and be able to meaningfully compete for the next few years, but I can’t envy Kevin Cheveldayoff putting together a five-year plan for this stuff.

That being said, it’s a nice problem to have.

3. Paul Fenton

A less-nice problem to have: Being the guy whose job is now to wring more out of this Wild group.

Paul Fenton has the ignominious task of improving this group that’s already largely locked in for another year or two and doesn’t really have a lot high-end talent coming any time soon. They have about $12-13 million to spend this summer, with only four non-star RFAs to re-sign (Jason Zucker and Matt Dumba certainly top-line the group).

Most of the roles are spoken for. There’s not much in the way of roster space for a, say, second-line scoring winger available. So I guess Fenton’s job is to improve the prospect pool or something, right? He should do well with that. That’s his whole thing.

But as with Quinn, you wonder what the expectations are from his bosses. Should this team be able to meaningfully compete with Winnipeg and Nashville, the two best teams in the league that also happen to be in their division, under the current playoff format? I don’t think that’s reasonable to put on anyone.

2. Not Alex Ovechkin

That’s a big Game 6, baby.

Ovechkin didn’t score or even have an assist — Devante Smith-Pelly did, though, baby!!!! — but he was active. Seven shot attempts, four on net, in less than 17 minutes (what the hell?).

Instead, it was Nicky Backstrom who brought the serious heat: the Caps out-attempted Tampa 23-8 with him on the ice and he had two assists, including an absolutely clinical one to T.J. Oshie to open the scoring.

Ovechkin, on the other hand, was content to just try to murder people and unload it on the power play. Which I guess is his whole thing.

1. Game 7

We haven’t had enough of these and frankly it’s good that at least there is some drama for either the Bolts or a conference final on the whole. Let’s goooooo!

(Not ranked this week: “Don’t call them a Cinderella team.”

Dawg if you don’t think an expansion team making it to the Cup Final in Year 1 is some serious fairy tale material, might I remind you that they have a guy in a suit of armor come out and fight mythical beasts and stuff before every game.)

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Ryan Lambert is a Puck Daddy columnist. His email is here and his Twitter is here.

(All statistics via Corsica unless otherwise noted.)

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naysmusings-blog · 7 years ago

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*With how cheerful and optimistic you were being, he couldn’t continue on with being upset without feeling as though he was was being an asshole so he chooses to drop the subject altogether and start getting ready. He sighs quietly himself then closes the bathroom door and starts putting on the oh-so-expensive suit. He’s careful not to wrinkle it and dirty it as he does his hair, slicking it back with water and a little bit of gel before sliding on a Rolex he had bought a while back. As he finishes dressing, he finally exits the bathroom to put on his shoes, his annoyance with the entire situation had decreased but shifted from attending to having to dress up. He knew you said you weren’t trying to impress anybody, but a 4,000 dollar suit? He wanted to scoff at the excuse of him needing one because “every man needs a nice suit.” What was he going to use it for? His concerts? He puts on his socks then slides on his Italian leather dress shoes you’d insisted he buy as well, and at that point, he isn’t sure if he’s getting more nervous or more agitated at the idea of him standing in a room full of other people that probably spent an astronomical amount of money on suits and watching as they turned their noses up and laughed at work anecdotes he wouldn’t understand. He takes a deep breath once more, trying to calm himself before he turns and looks at you, attempting to lighten the mood by showing his outfit off in a small pose* How do I look? Do I look like a country club and yacht trips? *he asks with a small smirk* -Joel

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*I laugh a little at his statement, knowing it was true. Maddie really was a tenacious little girl* Thank you, Maddie. For thinking of this. Your dad is going to be so excited. *I tell her then kiss her forehead* Wait here. I’m gonna go up to his office and see if he’s still taking calls then tell him to come here to meet with a couple of business men. *I wink at her then make my way to the elevator. I take the elevator up to Harvey’s office, my heart pounding the entire way up. Though I was sure his daughters would brighten up his day, I still wasn’t certain about how he would react to them showing up to the firm. Even so, I try to stay optimistic, reminding myself that I was telling him it was for work so he wouldn’t react negatively at first anyway. I take a couple of deep breaths as I stride toward his office, my breath hitching when I just start to pass it and see him and his secretary through the window. Both praying that neither of the two saw me and that I could actually control my emotions enough not to embarrass myself, I watch them silently for a few minutes as she kisses him deeply then straightens his tie. Just before she leaves his office, I jump a bit and act as though I was just walking in, Harvey clearing his throat when he sees me. I wanted the surprise to go over a little better, but all I could muster was quickly telling him someone was waiting for him in the lobby before practically running out. By the time I made it back down to the lobby, I was hyperventilating through my attempt at not crying* Daddy’s on his way down, but mommy really has to go, okay? I have a meeting. *I lie to Maddie quickly, rushing out of the firm and trying to hail a taxi before I would have to face Harvey again* -Annaliese

*I look at him and smile wide. He definitely wasn’t a suit type of guy. He belonged in his jeans and converse and cut off vests... but he still looked so handsome in his suit* You look so good, baby. Damn. *I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. We head to the party and it goes somewhat well. I could tell Joel was insanely uncomfortable the entire time and every time someone tried to speak to him, he’d get defensive, like he was waiting for someone to shit all over him and his suit. I stayed right by his side the entire time, laughing with my co workers and having a good time. I knew Joel didn’t understand any jokes and I felt bad for him, but I was thankful he was here with me. He whispers to me that he was headed to the bar and I immediately feel a bit annoyed considering he had drank at least 5 drinks now and everyone else was keeping the drinking to a minimum. I excuse myself from my co-workers and follow Joel to the bar, standing next to him and smiling as he orders a whiskey sour, trying my best for my voice to come off sweet* Babe, why don’t you just get a glass of water or something? Maybe a beer?

*Harry’s eyebrows furrow at you as you come down seemingly in a panic and he watches as you all but run out of the building. He waits for Harvey to come down, smiling politely at him as he smiles wide when he sees the girls. As soon as Harvey is busying himself with the girls, Harry walks quickly out of the building, looking for you. He wasn’t quite sure why, he just knew he needed to find you and make sure you were okay. He sees you finally hail a cab and he runs over to you, grabbing the door so you couldn’t close it, looking into the car at you* What’s wrong? What happened in there? Why are you leaving? *he sees the taxi driver give him a look for keeping him waiting and Harry just rolls his eyes* Buddy, turn the damn meter on. I don’t care. I’ll pay you whatever. *he looks back at you, clearly concerned*

#renee & joel — don't leave me stray i'm just a dog without you #anna & harry — i can't help falling in love with you #submission

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