tapedwrists is a semi-selective, indie, fandomless original character, writing blog. penned by kait, twenty seven. low activity. multimuse: @secrctgardns
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆ gabe anderson ! mid to late twenties. bisexual. nhl player. captain and left-wing for the new york rangers. former first-overall pick. impulsive, over-worked, funny, affectionate, surprisingly thoughtful. looks like stephen kalyn. full character bio. heated rivalry verse.
guidelines !
banned faceclaims: minors/anyone under the age of 21/just turned 21. those who have requested not to be used. deceased fcs. known abusers, racists, homophobes, zionists, etc. anime/animated faceclaims.
this is a semi-selective blog. as a new blog, i'm trying to establish connections but still reserve the right to choose who i write with for my own comfort!
i am 27 years old. i will only write with muns and muses that are 21+. if you are under 21 or a minor, please do interact with me -- you will be blocked. if you don't have your age anywhere on your blog, i will not write or interact with you.
no godmodding.
please do not interact if you are a smut only blog. i'm not comfortable writing smut and will only write fade to black. this may be subject to change but not likely.
on that note, banned plots include: incest (full, half, & step), dub-con/non-con, racism/homophobia/zionism/transphobia/xenophobia/etc, anything taboo, etc. i'm okay with abuse as a plot point so long as it's not either my muse or use your muse that's inflicting it and it's handled carefully and/or it's part of a character's backstory.
please do not message me to plot if we haven't written before! i am more than happy to plot once we've established a dynamic! i am a very shy and anxious person and it makes me very uncomfortable unless a connection has been established.
please keep in mind that mun does not equal muse.
i write single spaced with small text. a lot of formatting is overwhelming to me.
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ooc ; sorry for disappearing, I have literally the worst cold ever and got hit with a family emergency on top of it 🤪 hoping to get to some stuff here and on @secrctgardns tomorrow!!
ooc ; gonna get to drafts and starters tomorrow!! my cold/flu seems like it’s finally easing up a bit so i’m hoping after some more rest, i’ll be feeling much better lol
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not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!
( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?
( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way
( sms ) : sorry, who is this?
( sms ) : so... last night was fun.
( sms ) : can i come over?
( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?
( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!
( sms ) : we need to talk.
( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.
( sms ) : you awake?
( sms ) : i miss you.
( sms ) : i'm sorry.
( sms ) : wanna hang out later?
( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.
( sms ) : i'm worried about you.
( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...
( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?
( sms ) : got any plans tonight?
( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.
( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.
( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.
( sms ) : i can't sleep.
( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?
( sms ) : where are you?
( sms ) : i love you.
( sms ) : are you really okay?
( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.
( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?
( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?
( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?
( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?
( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?
( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?
( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?
( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.
( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?
( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?
( sms ) : i got a code red situation.
( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?
( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?
( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.
( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.
( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...
gabe's first three seasons in the nhl are messy to say the least. before he becomes the beloved heart-on-his-sleeve captain, he is a nightmare of a young star. wildly talented, painfully reckless, chronically overexposed, and just self-destructive enough that the league can't decide whether it wants to celebrate him or punish him.
he's not irresponsible because he doesn't care. it's the opposite. he cares so much, but no one has ever taught him what to do with that pressure except turn it into bruises, parties, sex, and a sharp grin.
gabe enters the league as a first overall pick, already burdened with the hopes and dreams of an original six team. he's eighteen, beautiful in a way the media loves, cocky enough to be entertaining, and angry enough to be dangerous. the rangers market him hard from the beginning: the new face of the franchise, the explosive winger with the highlight-reel hands and movie-star smile.
they are less prepared for everything else that comes with him.
---
they place him with marcus linderoth and his wife, astrid. initially, there's a small part of gabe that thinks living with the captain is humiliating. he's eighteen, he was just drafted first overall, he's got money for the first time in his life -- he doesn't want the added supervision.
within two months, he's eating astrid's cooking, letting their daughters decorate his snapbacks with stickers and paint his nails.
marcus never acts impressed by gabe's draft status or his skill or anything else about him. that is one of the first reasons gabe starts to trust him.
his father calls after nearly every early game. not always to criticize, though with james even praise sounds like criticism. marcus also picks up on this early. he is the first one to tell gabe that it is okay to let james go to voicemail.
as a rookie, gabe plays like he is trying to justify the rangers choice on every shift. he doesn't pace himself. he doesn't play with patience. no quietly solid games. he wants the beautiful goal, the huge hit, the impossible pass through traffic, or nothing. when it works, he looks like the most exciting young player in the sport.
when it doesn't, he turns the puck over in dangerous areas, takes offensive-zone penalties, and spends the next shift trying to punish himself for it by hitting everything that moves.
he throws up in the bathroom before his first game at madison square garden. then, he goes out and scores a goal that ends up on every highlight reel for the rest of the season.
---
his reputation for fighting starts almost immediately. initially, this isn't a problem. at first, it makes him exciting. analysts call it "old school hockey". it makes him seem exciting. a star winger with skill, swagger, and an edge. hockey loves a young player that is willing to bleed for his team.
the issue is that gabe isn't always fighting for his teammates. sometimes, he's just looking for somewhere to put the anger.
his first fight happens within his first ten games. he does not win. he is younger and angrier than he is skilled at fighting. he ends up with a split lip and a swollen cheekbone.
the fans love it. the broadcast keeps showing it over and over, the moment he drops the gloves and launches himself at the other guy. commentators talk about how he's already standing up for his teammates.
marcus waits until they are home that night before he says anything. gabe doesn't listen.
by christmas, he already has more fights than the coaching staff expected him to have his whole entry-level contract.
his anger has no subtlety his rookie year. the team learns to tell the difference between gabe being fired up and gabe being somewhere dangerous inside himself.
vets around the league initially respect him. but as the season wears on, some players start realizing how easy he is to bait. it becomes strategy to get under his skin because an angry gabe is more likely to take himself out of the gabe. "keep anderson talking" becomes the sort of thing teams put in pregame scouting reports.
teammates start pulling him out of scrums before they become fights. sometimes, gabe listens.
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gabe is photographed out within weeks of the season starting. at first the pictures are harmless: him laughing outside clubs he is definitely too young to get into with other young players, backwards hat on, arm thrown around a teammate.
fans eat it up. he's not only talented, he's fun, he's got personality. he feels accessible in a way a lot of hockey's young, polished stars do not. there are blurry phone photos of him singing along to pop songs, grinning at strangers asking for selfies.
he loves being recognized. he hates himself for loving it.
early on, marcus gives him his freedom. he tells gabe that he is an adult, that it's important to have a life outside of the sport, that one night out after a win doesn't make him unserious.
the problem lies in that gabe does not go out only after wins.
after losses, he starts staying out later. it is not immediately a problem. he can play a terrible game on a thursday, be photographed leaving a club at two in a morning, then score twice on saturday.
the toleration of this only goes so far.
nothing scandalous happens. he doesn't get in a bar fight. he doesn't miss practice or a game. instead, he is just an eighteen year old who looks very drunk the same night thousands of people paid to watch him lose.
the headline is some variation of: rangers rookie parties after ugly loss.
gabe hates it. he tells himself it's ridiculous. players go out. he doesn't owe fans a mourning period because he lost a hockey game.
none of that changes the fact that he went out specifically because being alone with the loss felt unbearable.
his dad calls seven times the next morning.
marcus makes him sit at the kitchen counter with water and dry toast while the television runs a debate segment about whether gabe has "the maturity to become a franchise cornerstone".
gabe is mortified. hungover. furious. he picks a fight with marcus over being treated like a child. marcus finally says, "then stop making me wonder if you're safe when you leave this house."
gabe goes silent.
by the end of his rookie season, gabe is known around the league as one of the players most likely to be out after a game. he buys rounds for people he doesn't know. he hugs teammates and strangers alike. he once spent twenty minutes helping a drunk stranger find her friends. the team jokes that he is everyone's best friend after midnight.
marcus comes to understand this: that sometimes gabe drinks until nobody expects him to explain why his hands were shaking after a game.
---
his reputation for hooking up begins alongside the partying. the public version is, again, fun and uncomplicated. the reality is: gabe wants closeness, but he is terrified of being known.
he hooks up with women fairly openly during his first seasons. models, influencers, friends of friends, girls he meets at parties. he is very open about not wanting commitment. he's charming, attentive, respectful, and good at making someone feel wanted for the length of a night.
he becomes known as a flirt because he is one. he likes attention, thrives on it really. he likes making people blush. he likes touching and being touched. he likes how easy it is to be desired when no one is asking anything deeper than surface level questions.
as a rookie, gabe is not ready to articulate his attraction to men. he knows, deep down, that he is bisexual, but he doesn't dare express it out loud.
parties blur the edges of that. he notices guys looking at him. occasionally, he looks back too long. he lets himself enjoy the attention until it becomes too real, then redirects it somewhere safer.
the first time he actually hooks up with a guy happens during his second season, after an away guy, far enough away from home that he can separate it from his real life.
it's not romantic. not some beautiful revelation. it's a hotel room in a city he doesn't know with his hands shaking with nerves underneath all of the bravado he tries to show.
the team knows gabe gets around (though, in those early years, they do not know about the men). most of the teasing stays light because that is the culture. nearly every attractive young player has some version of that reputation.
marcus worries less about that and more about how gabe refuses to let anyone get too close emotionally.
---
gabe is not viewed as a disaster his first few seasons. he's too productive, too magnetic, too clearly special for that. instead, he gets something more complicated: a reputation as a young man whose talent may be larger than his discipline.
everybody loves watching him. no one trusts him yet.
around the league, he becomes known as a player who can change a game in either direction. he might score twice and draw a penalty. he might also retaliate after the whistle and hand momentum away.
opposing broadcasters love to use the phrase "emotional young player" when they talk about him. analysts question whether he is coachable. scouts who loved his compete level before the draft start muttering that he needs to mature.
he becomes an easy player to use in moralizing hockey debates. talented but immature. passionate but undisciplined. the kind of star who needs to decide what matters more: fame or winning, the logo on the front or the name on the back.
gabe reads nearly every one of these articles. they all sound too much like james.
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gabe gets his first suspension in his second season. talk around him begins to shift from he's young to this may just be who he is.
an opposing player takes a borderline hit on leo, the rangers' goalie, then says something to gabe during the ensuing scrum.
gabe snaps.
he keeps swinging after the fight has already been won, after the officials are trying to separate them, after the crowd's exhilaration has shifted into uncertainty.
public opinion splits immediately. some fans love it. others think he is out of control. sports shows run montages of every fight and bad penalty of his young career.
gabe treats the suspension like exile. he trains excessively, barely speaks to anyone, and becomes convinced the team is better off without him.
he avoids marcus because he can't stand the thought of disappointing him too.
the organization sends him through the standard public apology process. gabe stands in front of cameras looking miserable and composed and says all the right words.
what the public and the media don't know is that he spent most of the night before the apology pacing his room, convinced this was the moment everyone stopped loving him.
---
by the end of his second season, the league has settled on a narrative for gabe. he is talented. he is fun. he is loyal. he's a headache. he could be one of the best players in hockey. he may be too immature to ever become the kind of guy the rangers need him to be.
rangers fans are fiercely protective of him. away fans use everything against him.
reporters start asking marcus variations of the same question: how do you manage gabe anderson?
---
his third season is not suddenly clean or easy, but it is the beginning of the shift into who he is today. he doesn't stop partying, never fight again, heal from james, come to terms with his sexuality, and transform into captain material overnight, but something changes.
he starts the season noticeably more controlled on the ice. he still hits hard. he still mouths off. but he starts learning that the most humiliating response to an opponent trying to bait him is scoring on the next shift instead.
there are games where everyone sees the old reaction flicker through him -- the shove, the chirp, the clenched fists -- and then he skates away.
marcus knows how much effort it costs him.
the first time gabe walks away from a player trying desperately to provoke him, then scores less than two minutes later, he looks to the bench immediately. marcus just nods at him.
gabe looks absurdly pleased for the rest of the night.
his most meaningful fight that year is for marcus. it is not uncontrolled, it is terrifyingly precise. when the fight is over, the first place he looks is towards the tunnel where marcus has disappeared with trainers.
marcus, of course, tells him that he didn't have to fight. gabe answers, quieter than usual, that yes, he did. marcus doesn't argue with him. he understands this one was different. it was gabe loving someone in the only language hockey had once taught him.
---
he starts partying less. he still loves music and expensive alcohol and crowded rooms, but he's less interested in being seen.
though he moved during the offseason, he starts showing up at the linderoth's home on nights when he doesn't want to be alone.
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marcus is not just gabe's captain. he's the first father-figure that gabe loves without fear being the primary emotion attached to it.
their relationship is a significant part of why gabe can eventually accept the "c".
it's not perfect, by any means. gabe rebels as much as he leans. but it shapes who gabe becomes.
marcus doesn't begin considering gabe as his successor because he suddenly becomes perfect or starts acting like a role model. he considers him because he knows that, underneath all of the mess, gabe cares deeply about the game, the team, and every person in that room with astonishing intensity.
gabe is the player who notices when another guy is spiraling and drags them out for breakfast before practice. he's the one who refuses to let reporters pile onto leo after a soft goal, redirecting every question toward himself. he's the one who stays with a teammate at the hospital after they take a puck to the face even though gabe hates hospitals. he's the guy who drunkenly makes bad choices on a saturday night, but still shows up to a charity skate on sunday afternoon.
marcus sees that gabe' best and worst instincts come from the same place: he feels everything too deeply and has no idea what to do with it.
---
at the end of gabe's fourth season, when marcus begins privately discussing retirement with management, he is asked who he believes should have the captaincy next.
there are safer choices. older players. quieter players. guys who have never been suspended or photographed stumbling out of a club or built a league-wide reputation for impulsivity.
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i do love the idea of friends with benefits that leads to them having an “assignment” where they have to start sleeping with other people when they realize they’ve only been sleeping with each other and that backfires when muse a can’t go through with it, but muse b already had. bonus points if it’s someone muse a dislikes.
gabe's expression faltered, just for a second. the kind of crack he usually would have covered with a laugh if he had any energy left for one.
"no." his voice came out quieter than he meant for it to. he swallowed, gaze dropping somewhere over clover's shoulder. "no, i think i've said enough."
his jaw tightened, like the apology was there and he was too stubborn to let it out properly.
"i didn't mean for that to sound as shitty as it did." a humorless little laugh escaped him. "which is probably a dick thing to say after saying it, but--" he shook his head, cutting himself off before he could make things worse.
valentina watched him carefully as he spoke, her expression softening at the quiet shift in his tone. for some reason, she had always just assumed there were girls everywhere, maybe a girl who meant something – seeing the way he'd captivate a room firsthand.
strangely enough, it felt relieving to hear that.
❝ the internet is gonna be relieved to hear gabe anderson doesn't keep a rotation of women and is in fact on his own. you're probably gonna end up on the bachelor. ❞ she let out a quiet laugh, fiddling with the ends of her hair. somewhere between the flowers comment and the way he admitted there wasn’t anyone he’d actually bring them to, something warm and uncomfortable settled in her stomach.
❝ i'll have you know i'm grateful for the opportunity, and you're right -- your teammates will probably do you no justice. ❞
her eyes locked on his, the room falling silent for a brief moment. she was enjoying this a little too much.
especially because gabe looked entirely too sincere for someone holding a television remote like a bouquet. her lips pressed together as she fought back the smile threatening to spread across her face.
valentina shook her head slowly, placing her hand over her chest. ❝ this is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me in such a long time. ❞ she laughed to herself, taking the remote from him.
her fingers brushed his for half a second longer than necessary before she looked back up at him, amusement softening around the edges into something else.
❝ hm... ❞ she pretended to think it over seriously, finger tapping her chin. ❝ i don’t know. fake dating you seems huge. i mean, what if you fall in love with me ? ❞
the joke came easier than acknowledging the fact that she was probably the one in danger there.
❝ but... i guess i can make the sacrifice for the sake of emotionally devastating my ex. ❞ she sighed dramatically before holding out her hand toward him to shake. ❝ congratulations, anderson. just don't break my heart. ❞
gabe smiled at the mention of the bachelor, but it didn't have quite its usual careless ease to it. the idea of it -- the jokes, the headlines, a whole lineup of beautiful women competing for a version of him that was already half-invented by the internet -- should have been funny.
instead, he gave a small shake of his head.
"god, no. absolutely not." he let out a laugh, shaking the remote in his hand like it really was a bouquet and he had not just become painfully aware of how close she was. "i'd be terrible on the bachelor. too much emotional vulnerability. i'd get cancelled by, like, week three."
his eyes caught on the way her fingers moved through her hair, and something pleased and nervous tugged low in his chest when she confirmed that his teammates would not do him justice.
"exactly," he said, recovering some of his easy grin. "thank you. finally some respect for my qualifications. none of those guys were gonna put in the work. they'd show up, stand there looking tall, maybe say two sentences all night. meanwhile, i'm already rehearsing our fake meet-cute in my head and figuring out which flowers best say: i'm hotter than your ex and emotionally available."
he held the remote out to her with an obnoxiously earnest expression, making a tiny bow when she called it romantic.
"don't say i never gave you anything," he said. "roses die. television remotes are forever."
but then her fingers brushed his. it was barely anything. still, gabe went oddly still, gaze dropping to her hands before it lifted back to her face. his smile had softened again, as if he kept forgetting this was supposed to be a joke when she looked at him like that.
then she asked what would happen if he fell in love with her.
gabe laughed, quiet and a little breathless, but there was a flicker behind his eyes that suggested the question had hit a little too close to the truth.
"right," he said. "me falling in love with you. obviously the major risk here."
he tilted his head, studying her for a moment, the teasing still there but softer around the edges now.
"guess i'll just have to take my chances." his mouth curved into a smile. "plus, if i did fall in love with you, you'd probably bully me until i got over it. so, really, there's safeguards in place."
she held out her hand. gabe looked at it, then back at her. for one absurd moment, the gesture felt bigger than it should have.
he took her hand anyway.
his fingers closed around hers warmly, but instead of giving her the neat, quick handshake she was expecting, he hold on. just a second longer than the moment called for.
"you've got yourself a fake boyfriend, val." his fingers loosened from hers, though he felt reluctant to let the contact go.
then, because sincerity always him panic a little, he brightened.
"now, important question. how unbearable am i allowed to be? because if we're trying to ruin your ex's night, i think there should be guidelines. are we talking just flowers and hand-holding, or do i get to post a very tasteful pic of you on my instagram and let the internet do most of the psychological warfare for us?"
gabe doesn't flinch away from ash. he doesn't move at all really only his shoulders slumping a little bit. ash wants to touch him. they'd known each other so well once upon a time. lived in each others pockets and now this is all that's left. and his voice sounds so broken that ash wants to tell him it's okay. he wishes he could promise the other man that still. but he can't. they're not together and gabe has a new boyfriend.
a boyfriend that makes sense. someone who fits alongside him in a way that ash never could. he could pretend it didn't bother him and he could play like he hadn't been lurking the others finsta and found the boyfriend in question. ash hated that they looked happy. "what do you know?" he asks simply to be petty. to twist the knife because his own feelings are hurt.
"you chose to be with him. you chose him." ash reminds as he shakes his head. like his own body wants to deny it. hearing that gabe misses him does have him reaching out then. his hands reach up to cup the others jaw in a familiar way. hands slotting so perfectly against his skin. ash feels insane with want with this need for the other.
his finger presses right into the hinge of gabe's jaw where it's clenched so tight it looks like it hurts. he misses the others laugh and his eyes whenever he saw ash across a room. he doesn't like all this anger and hurt knowing he caused it.
"why did you get a boyfriend? i'm right here." the question is childish in nature. he knows why gabe is trying to move on. "do you think i want to see you with someone else when i know you miss me?" and gabe is all that ash thinks about too. "i want you still even when you try to love someone else."
gabe's breath caught the second ash touched him.
it was humiliating how quickly his body remembered. the warmth of ash's palms against his jaw. gabe's eyes shut for half a second, betraying him entirely as he leaned into the touch before he could stop himself.
"don't," he whispered, but there wasn't any force behind it. just a quiet, wrecked plea.
his eyes opened again at ash's question, and something in his expression folded in on itself.
"what do i know?" he repeated, laugh hollow. "i know i made you feel temporary. i know every time this started looking like something real, i got scared and found some way to ruin it before you could." his throat bobbed. "i know i kept asking you to want me without ever making it easy for you to believe i wanted you back."
ash's hands were still on him. gabe should have stepped away.
instead, his own hand came up, fingers closing around ash's wrist, holding him there.
"i didn't get a boyfriend because i stopped wanting you," he said, voice low and raw. "i got a boyfriend because i thought i had to. because i thought you and i had already hurt each other enough. because he was there and he was kind."
he looked down for a moment, thumb dragging helplessly along the inside of ash's wrist.
"he doesn't deserve this," gabe admitted. "he doesn't deserve me standing here with you like this. he doesn't deserve me missing you when i'm trying to be good for him."
his gaze snapped back to ash's, wet and furious with himself.
"and the worst part is, i still want you too." his voice cracked a little on the admission. "i want you so much i don't even know what the right thing is anymore."
for a second, he only stood there, close enough that every breath between them felt like a mistake waiting to happen.
"so tell me what i'm supposed to do with that," he murmured. "tell me what the fuck i'm supposed to do when being with him doesn't make me stop wanting you."
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Interviews with hockey players are fantastic, because it is a complex game that can be spoken about at length, but during the intermission they'll find the Wettest player imaginable on the losing team and for thirty seconds they'll ask them things like "what do you need to do to get more pucks in the net?" And the player (panting, haunted behind the eyes) says something like "well, we've got to get them in there"