#alexander kerfoot imagine

[mommahughes19-23]

Life Latley - A.M (TRIGGER WARNING)

matthews.mrs : life lately. my human

tagged : @austonmatthews

location : arizona bitch

williamnylander : fire fire fire fire fire

↪ matthews.mrs : thank you willy!

bertuzzi17 : look at the little chunkkkkkkk 🤩

morganreilly : my fav couple 🤑

↪ name.user : you say that to everyone on the team with a significant other you liar. 😬😬

austonmatthews : im so in love ❤️

samsonov_30 : MY FAVORITE GOALIE iIN THE MAKING🤧🤧

matthewknies : momma y papa

marner_93 : whennnn can I come see my god child

↪ matthews.mrs: never u weirdo ❤️

revo7five : looooook at the mini matthewssss 👶🏻

↪ matthews.mrs : im going to slice ur hockey stick in half just bc

frederikandersen31 : omg let me hold herrrrrrr🫨

simon_benoit11 : quand mon bébé naît, il doit avoir des rendez-vous pour jouer ! (when my baby is born, he has to have play dates!)

↪matthews.mrs : Oui! Simon, je ne plaisante pas quand je dis que tu ferais mieux de m'appeler dès la naissance de bébé Benny ! (yes! simon im not joking when i say you better call me the moment baby benny is born!)

bobbymcmann : small little human

ctimmins21 : 🫨🫨

nickrobertson01 : 🫨🫨🫨 how do you not break the baby

lyubushkin45 : 🫨🫨🫨🫨

bunting27 : daughter

kampfdavid : congrats!!

kerfey14 : miss YOU!!!

↪ matthews.mrs : I sometimes miss u 😬

rasmussandin : kiddooooos

A.N : LAST POST OF THE NIGHT LOL LOVE U

tags : @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice @skylershines

[nylwnder]

i need you christmas | alex kerfoot

a/n: day 7 for the christmas series!!! and i’m pretty sure it’s the first time anybody has written for kerfy…. from what i’ve seen so enjoy!!!

warnings: mild cursing, friends to lovers (nobody should be surprised about that lmao)

word count: 1.6k

taglist: @bb-nhlqueen7 , @sebbyaho , @swedishprince88 , @nilspettersson , @boqvistsbabe , @oliviapangburn118 , @brandtsclarke , @stars-canucks , @drei-mrssvechii , @joeljuice

inspired by: i need you christmas by jonas brothers

series masterpost: 10 days of christmas

the day was cold, but not the good kind, it was all just a little off. but i ignored it and started my day. after washing up, i cooked some breakfast to eat before my lunch date with my boyfriend damien.

i ran to my closet and picked the cutest outfit that would also help keep me warm. after looking at myself in the mirror and fixing my hair, i walked out of my apartment and headed down the building. i began walking to the small restaurant to meet damien.

when i arrived, i texted him and said ‘i’m here! where are you?’. in a minute or two my phone began to ring, seeing damiens name pop up i quickly picked it up. “hey, where are you?” i asked.

“hey babe, ummm i don’t know how to say this to you but erm, yeah i’m going to need to break up with you. remember hannah? well she came back to town and she’s finally single and i mean i just had to, you know? sorry y/n, thanks for everything, bye!”

“damien-” i said but he ended the call before i spoke. “what the actual fuck?” i said. a strong and freezing cold wind gust hit my face, and i closed my eyes as it nipped my skin. i scoffed and began quietly crying as i quickly made my way back to my apartment. when i finally got there i stripped off my clothes and put on a very oversized sweater and threw myself to the bed.

shedding more tears for two whole days, my phone brought me out of my thoughts. i grabbed it and saw a picture of alex and i, one of the ones i have for his profile pic. i let out a big sigh and coughed before i answered it. “hey alex” i said faintly.

“hey y/n! how’s the ski resort coming along?” he asked nicely.

i was supposed to go to a ski resort with damien on you know… that day, that's why we were catching breakfast to then head out. “damien broke up with me” i said all at once, letting more burning tears fall out and down my cheeks.

“what?! are you serious, what the fuck is wrong with him??” he said, his tone of voice laced with a provoked reaction.

“i know, my two year boyfriend broke up with me for some fucking bitch he fucked in 10th grade. and he did it through a call alex. he fucking called me while i was waiting for him.”

“this piece of sh- i'm coming over, i’ll be there in five. don’t cry y/n, he’s not worth it - clearly” he says, muffled sounds and a door closing are heard after his words.

“okay” i said as i dig my head into my pillow and ended the call.

alexander kerfoot. my best friend from highschool. he’s always been there for me and i surely wouldn’t have gotten through all the shit in my teen years if it weren’t for him. he’s definitely the smarter one out of the two of us - never forgetting that the man went to harvard for school and to play hockey. when he finished his four year collegiate journey, he moved to colorado after signing a deal. but it wasn’t until he became a member of the maple leafs that i decided to follow him over there. i needed him after all.

in exactly five minutes there was a knock on my door, i grabbed my blanket and wrapped it over me before i opened the door. “oh no, please don’t cry y/n. i don’t want you spending your christmas eve feeling like shit.” he says as he parts me to the side so he could come in. he hugged my side and we walked to my bedroom.

“my christmas is already ruined!” i said slumping down and hiding under the covers. “absolutely not! you’re coming with me cause you’re going to need christmas to make you forget all about that choad!!” he says as he organized my room.

he sat beside me and pulled the covers down. “trust me” he says gently. i saw the genuinity in his eyes (it's always there) and smiled. it’s true, he will change my whole mood around. and i do need it cause i dont want to spend my favourite holiday crying about a fucking tool.

i got up and got dressed and put on a comfy soft and thick shirt with some jeans. alex then helped me put my puffer coat and hat on. we then walked out after i locked my door well.

“have you eaten? i’ll get you something to eat.” he states as we walk to the nearest burger shop. after chomping it down considering i haven’t eaten a well prepared meal in a bit, we walked some more through downtown.

we made it to nathan phillips square and alex turned to look at the people ice skating around the large ice rink they put every winter. “hey! why don’t we go skating!! you said you’d let me teach you…” he says smiling. i looked over at the people laughing and striding along. “sure! just don’t let me fall”

falling was the first thing i did. i had only taken my first step and already i lost my balance and fell to my ass. kerfy tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help it. he took my hands and began guiding me through it. showing me how to work my feet. it was hard, but by the hour i was able to skate a good distance all by myself. “i’m doing it!!!!” i exclaimed.

then suddenly a shoulder threw me off balance and kerfy went to grab my waist but we both ended up falling to the ground. the shoulder belonged to a younger kid who apologised as he saw us fall. we just laughed and said it was alright.

as we took a bit long to get up i looked at the large tree covered in lights that was right beside the rink. i smiled, feeling my depressing mood from before flying away. i then looked into kerf’s eyes as he helped me up. he asked me something but i didn’t hear as i focused on how his face glowed underneath all the lights. a light blush on his cheeks from the cold. i felt a nice feeling within my body as i continued to smile at him. one i’ve been feeling for years but not bothering to try to focus on. it felt nice. it made me happy.

“what sorry?” i said quickly. “i said are you alright? need to make sure you didn’t get a concussion of some sorts” he gave out a light chuckle, wiping off some snow from my hair. “no no i’m okay! you blocked my fall, so the question should be: are you okay?”

he smiled and nodded. we left not too long after, returning the skates to the vendor and walking along as we were before. i saw a few kids running to their car with an ice cream cone in their hand and it was definitely something i immediately began to crave. “i would be so down for some ice cream right now” i said looking at alex. he laughed “i know the place!”

we walked to our go-to ice cream shop and ordered our usual. i ate like i hadn't eaten it in years, though i have some, yesturday? either way i’m still recovering from a breakup so it’s a must have!!

as we walked to kerfy’s place, we talked some more about the incident. though he knew how to make me talk about it without crying again. he had a way with words and he yet again made me start to feel emotionally better.

when we entered his apartment, after kicking my boots off and hanging up our jackets, i made my way to his bed. “here, you can have these to sleep in. your favourite set of mine” alex said grinning as he tossed the hoodie and sweatpants to me. he made his way to the bathroom as i changed in his room.

i sat there looking out at the life below us. the nightlife still bright on this christmas eve. i then began to think about alex and damien. feeling stupid to not realize what’s always been there. alex came out no long after and sat beside me.

“there was something i was chasing for years. a light that never failed to keep me shining. and i was so ignorant to see it was right under my nose all along” i confessed as i looked over at him.

he looked into my eyes, “you’re not alone on that one” he says bringing me closer to him. i looked at his eyes to his lips and decided to make the move. his lips greeted mine as if it was waiting for me for years. my smile broke the kiss to let the new yet wonderful feeling sink in. alex hugged me right, bringing me down under his covers. i snuggled into his chest as he placed another kiss on my cheek.

“thank you for everything.” i said softly.

“of course. everything i’ve done for you is what you deserve. someone had to be that person for you, and it was an honour that it ended up being me” he told me quietly. i closed my eyes and hugged him tighter. entirely grateful for this pure man.

luckily, it wasn’t a shitty holiday after all.

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[mackdaddynate]

dating alexander kerfoot

A/N: Here’s a lil somethin’ I wrote for the Harvard boy bc he needs more credit than he gets. Also go Avs tonight!

-He started out as just the cute boy who sat next to you in math

-Of course you’d spent a good portion of lecture just staring at him

-Didn’t take long for you to start crushing hard

-It definitely did take a while for either of you to do anything about it though

-Study dates, but you weren’t entirely sure they were dates until you looked up from your notes and caught him staring

-You smirked, and the boy turned bright red

-“Y/N, it’s not my fault you’re so goddamn distracting.” And he got this look in his eyes

-Safe to say you didn’t get much studying done that night, but you did invite him back to your place

-And the rest was history

-You’d call him Alex sometimes just to bug him

-“It’s AlexANDER”

-And like… he wouldn’t tell you, but he didn’t really care what you called him. He had such a soft spot for you, which meant could get away with pretty much anything

-Oh yeah he was SO SOFT

-He couldn’t help himself from talking about you, like “Guess what Y/N did yesterday?”

-Josty and JT would be all “You literally told us three times already”

-He loved showing you off at team events

-And brilliant Harvard boy was convinced that he played better when you wore his jersey so of course he got you every possible version of it

-He could come back super exhausted after a tough game, but he’d always feel a bit better after seeing his name on your back

-You got into a routine of just pampering him after those games, like taking long showers with him and then letting him fall asleep cuddled into you, your fingers running through his hair

-And after the good games, he was so hyper

-“Babe, did you see that goal?” basically a puppy dog, like he loves constant reassurance from you

-He pretty much lives for victory sex

-In his parked car behind the Pepsi Center as soon as he got out of the locker room?

-At 2:00 AM the second he stepped in the door after a successful road-trip?

-On the kitchen counter after a day game when you were in the middle of cooking him dinner?

-Yes, yes, and yes

-And when he went out to celebrate with the boys, you’d go out a vodka soda (or five) with your girls. Once you both made it home, it was drunken, giggly sex like it was college all over again

-He’s ridiculously competitive

-Like… he would turn everything into a competition

-Back in college he would try to pretend like he wasn’t bitter when your exam score was like a point higher than his

-And now he’d turn things like washing the dishes into a competition

-Of course he was RIDICULOUS about your family’s casual Thanksgiving football game in the backyard

-He’d constantly be all “That was holding!!!” You said “Alex baby, shut up,” more times than you could count.

-You thought maybe he’d never get invited back, but your parents adored the boy regardless (sometimes it felt like he was their favorite child)

-Eventually he came up with a new, filthier competition

-He wanted to fuck you in places he never had before, so he made it a challenge

-It’s just a celebratory dinner with some of the guys from the team and their girlfriends

-As everyone starts going their separate ways, he slows you down

-“Y/N, we’ve never fucked in a fancy steakhouse bathroom before,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around your waist

-“Alexander, people are going to know,” you hiss

-But once you agree and he gets you to orgasm twice in said steakhouse bathroom, he knows you’re not too mad

-Outside of all that, he could be really sweet

-He’d bring home flowers and a pint of ice cream if he knew you’d had a rough day, or sometimes just “because I love you, that’s why”

-He always wanted to be close to you, like when he was driving he’d either just be holding your hand like a big cutie (or sliding it up your thigh), and he had his arm snaked around your waist pretty much all the time

-You were stupid in love with each other, and maybe he wasn’t using his freshman math skills these days but it was how he met you and he couldn’t be happier :)

[leafsbabe]

Alexander Kerfoot - little one

not really an imagine more like a lil blurb from a prompt i got, 800 words, cw: pregnancy

"Alexander” You called out to your fiancé. It was the perfect cozy night, all cuddled up in some soft blankets and fluffy socks on your feet the only way things could be improved would be your fiancé next to you. And maybe some food. Nearly done with the second trimester you had had all the pregnancy side effects. Morning sickness, aching muscles, and recently the weird food cravings.

“What? What?” He came running into the living room looking concerned, hair still wet from the shower he just took. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his concern, hand coming up to protectively rest on your small bump. “Everything’s fine. We’re okay.” You tried calming him down. “I just wanted to know if you wanted some food? The baby is craving cheese fries.”

He pulled a face and you knew he was trying to decide between following his meal plan or getting some late night junk food but you knew that you would get some for him, just in case. And if he didn’t want anything then that just means more food for you and the baby.

“Can you get me a milkshake?” He finally asked. Nodding you added a milkshake to your order on the delivery app.

Dinner had been around two hours ago but the little one wanted more. You could feel them moving around, a faint feeling in your stomach and you couldn’t help running your hand over your bump again. The baby hadn’t moved strong enough for Alexander to feel them but you were sure it was only a matter of time.

With the food on the way you settled back on the couch while Alexander finished up before joining you. It felt nice to just relax with your fiancé, cuddle up and watch some trash tv. You scrolled through your phone a bit, switching from keeping track of the order and scrolling through instagram to the sound of people being dramatic on the tv. Calm nights like this were a luxury during the season. You were just glad that the Leafs had two whole days off with only some training. Alexander hadn’t been able to make the last few appointments so he wasn’t able to see the baby live in a while. It meant a lot to him though so you made sure to schedule the next one for tomorrow when he had time.

The doorbell interrupted your thoughts but before you could do anything Alexander had already gotten up and went to answer the door. He came back with your food, putting the take out bag on the table and taking the container out of the bag before removing the lid and handing it to you. As much as you loved him, ever since you found out about the pregnancy Alexander on doing even the simplest tasks for you as if the baby prevented you from opening your own cheese fries.

“Thank you.” You told him, digging in. The fries were just what you needed right now. So far you hadn’t had any weird food cravings but at this moment you really considered maybe adding mayo to the fries. “This is awesome.” You basically moaned, piling more fries on your fork. The baby definitely thought so too because they didn’t waste any time, basically playing soccer with your insides. You were glad that they weren’t strong enough to hurt you yet. “The baby agrees.”

You rested your free hand on your bump, slowly rubbing your stomach where the baby was kicking.

“Yeah?” Alexander asked, placing one of his hands near yours. “I’m glad they’re happy.”

Before you could say anything more he suddenly pulled his hand away, flinching as if he was burned.

“What?”

He put both hands on your stomach this time, running them all over the bump before letting out a loud laugh. “I felt them!” He nearly yelled. “I felt them kick!”

You could feel the baby turn it up a bit, getting more active and kicking more. “Maybe you should talk more.”

Alexander immediately got up close and personal with your bump, sliding off the couch to kneel before you, basically smushing his face against you stomach. “Hello baby.” He started. “Hello little one, this is your daddy speaking..” He trailed off, talking about your families and hockey and whatever came to his mind. After a while you stopped paying attention and focused back on your food, leaving your fiancé and the bump to bond while you ate and watched tv. You occasionally reached down, stroking your bump or playing with Alexander’s curls but you mostly just let them bond in peace.

You couldn’t wait for the appointment tomorrow when you and Alexander could see your baby again. He would truly be the best dad.

[sixmapleleafs]

Hi girl! Maybe some fluff about Kerfoot? I think he's cute, seems such a nice guy and definitely needs more love! 🥰

I’m sorry this took me so long to answer but here you go also thank you because I’m now in love with Kerfoot lmao

-

You scrolled through your phone simply to give yourself something to do, the air felt heavy as you stood with the other WAGs outside the leafs locker room. Nobody said anything, instead deciding to distract themselves as you all waited for your boys. They’d lost the game against the flames and you knew your boyfriend was going to be upset, it was the first game you’d attended as his girlfriend and he was really hoping for a win, as were you.

As expected Auston and Mitch were the first ones out, Steph gave you a small wave as she left with Mitch. One by one, the guys filed out of the locker room, most of them with headphones in and their heads down as they made their way to the parking lot. You were the only one left when you finally saw Alex coming towards you, his hair still wet from the shower he’d probably taken and you could tell from the look on his face that he was disappointed.

“Hi baby” you offered him a small smile, making sure to keep your tone soft. You weren’t exactly sure how to comfort him yet so you just opened your arms for him. His bag hit the floor with a slight thud then he was holding you as close to him as possible.

“Can we just go home please?” His voice cracked a little at the end and you hummed in agreement against him. You attempted to pull back but he just tightened his grasp a little and you relaxed back into him. When he finally pulled back, he picked up his stuff in one hand and took your hand in the other. You drove him back to his apartment and he went to get changed before joining you on the couch.

“Thank you for coming tonight, I’m sorry we didn’t win” he mumbled a few hours later as you lay on his chest.

“For what it’s worth, I thought you played really well” you pushed yourself up onto your elbows so you could see his face. He chuckled a little, a smile gracing his lips for the first time all night.

“I love you” his eyes widened a little, as if he wasn’t expecting himself to let those words slip. You couldn’t help the grin the broke out on your face, pushing yourself forward to connect your lips with his.

“I love you too” you said once you’d pulled apart, his expression now matching yours. The disappointment of the loss now seeming less significant.

[hail-to-the-goalies]

JT, Josty and Kerf are the hottest friend trio the NHL has

[avalancheobsessed]

It’s Been A Long Day

W/C: 2461

Warnings: N/A

You wake up at 4:30. Why? Because it's your job. You have to get up, get to the vet clinic before 6 and then plow through piles of paperwork while also running the front desk on your own and answering the phone and dealing with people who think that you sent them the wrong stuff but they're just idiotic. You can't say that, oh but you want to desperately. Your day is absolutely packed, not a second is wasted. There are vets running around, going to house calls, getting back from house calls and automatically having to do surgery on another patient. It's a lot. So much that when your boyfriend of 4 years calls at the same time he always does to check on you and give you a break, you act like it's an emergency and leave the crazy lady who is on the verge of yelling at you at the front desk. You find a secluded corner and lean against the wall, even more grateful for his loving voice.

"Hey babe. How's work going?" He asks and you can hear his teammates in the background, saying goodbye or teasing him about you.

"It's...awful. Absolutely awful. I love helping the animals and the owners but I've had like six people yell at me already and all of them were wrong but I couldn't say they were. I just want to come home to Moose and Jamie, to you." Everything pours out of you. You've secretly been hating your job for the past year and it's gotten incrementally worse everyday that you are here. You want to quit so badly, but you have no idea where'd you go, or what you would do. The only reason you haven't quit yet is because it feels good to do something, and you don't want Tyson to be the only one making money. You think that that's too much stress for one person to handle. He's told you in the past that it's no big deal, he doesn't mind paying for meals, clothes, anything that you need or want but you feel so guilty using his well earned money for things that you want.

"(Y/N), if it's so bad, why don't you quit?" Uh oh here we go.

"I feel bad whenever you're paying for things that I want, or that you are always paying when we go out to dinner. Something inside me just irks and feels useless." You could hear one of the vets making their way to your corner, knowing exactly where you talk to Tyson everyday of work.

"Babe," Tyson sighs, "You don't have to feel bad. About any of it. I want to buy you nice things and pay for dinner and make you the happiest woman on Earth." You feel a heat in your chest, and you can't help the giant smile on your face. His words bring a warmth that spreads throughout your whole being, as if he was with you and had his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"I know Tyson, I know I shouldn't but I just do. I feel like if I'm not doing something then I'm failing. I'm so torn though because I want to quit. I really really want to quit so badly, but if I quit, what would I do? It scares me." The vet is getting closer.

"You don't have to know your next job right now. You don't have to know anything right now except that I will take care of you, I will love you and cherish you and pay for everything until you find something you love. If you really want to quit, if it isn't just a bad day, then I think you should put your two weeks notice in today. Then come home, and we'll talk more, does that sound alright?"

You let out a breath and push your back into the wall, "That sounds amazing. Except the you-paying-for-everything part."

You can hear his smile over the phone, "I'm glad. Take it easy, I'll see you soon yeah? I love you."

"I love you. Thank you."

You hang up and close your eyes, smiling. You're gonna do it. You're gonna put in your two weeks notice today, and the next chapter of your life will start.

A knock on the door makes you jump.

"Hey, (Y/N). I didn't meant to eavesdrop but I heard what you said. Are you really going to quit?" You've become somewhat good friends with the newest vet. He and his boyfriend both work at the clinic. Adam is a vet and his boyfriend, Daniel, is training to be a vet but also works the front desk occasionally. That occasionally is most likely going to turn into often.

"Yeah Adam, I am. I'm so stressed and I hate what I'm doing with my life." You say, pushing away from the wall and out the door. Adam is nodding, staring off into space.

"Are you gonna be okay?" You ask, resting a hand on his shoulder. He snaps out of his thoughts and nods at you frantically.

"Yeah I'll be fine. Just a bit sad." You smile sadly at him.

"I'll miss you and Daniel the most." You say, before solidifying your plans.

-The Night-

After what was probably the longest day you've ever experienced, you get home at 5:30. As you open the door to Tyson's house, that he shares with Kerf and JT, you can hear Moose and Jamie running to you. You shut the door behind you and drop your work bag before holding your arms out to hug them. They run into you, knocking you over and you can hear Tyson start laughing as they lick your face. You get up, giving them both a kiss on the head before walking to Tyson and hugging him so tight you think you might suffocate him. He wraps his arms around you enveloping you in a warm, safe hug. He kisses the top of your head before you look up and then kisses you on the lips.

"Did you do it?" He whispers, massaging the back of your head with one hand while holding you close with the other. You nod into his chest and close your eyes.

"I'm happy for you babe," He says before kissing the top of your head again, "You tired?" He asks and you respond with a confirming grunt. He lightly chuckles before picking you up and carrying you to his room, laying you down on his bed. He gently takes your shoes off, then your socks. He pauses when he gets to your pants but you give him a thumbs up without opening your eyes so he takes them off as well. Tyson pulls the covers over you, and you can hear as he picks up your clothes and shoes and rests them by his dresser.

"Where are the other two hooligans?" You mumble, holding the covers up to your neck. The bed dips and Tyson gently caresses your calf through the covers, running his thumb back and forth. You open your eyes just enough so you can see him looking at you lovingly. Sitting up, you let the covers drop to your hips and rest your hand on top of Tyson's. He glances at your hands, your face and then cups your cheek with his other hand. You lean into his hand as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead.

"I asked them to give us some space for a little bit, so we can talk about...you know...things. They're out at the shopping center, probably buying stuff for dinner. Maybe some ice cream," He finishes the last sentence with his eyebrows raised and it makes you giggle. He raises his eyebrows further with a sweet smile on his face and laughs with you.

"What? What are you laughing at?" He asks, still smiling and laughing.

"You- you're- eyebr-" you can't get the words out because he keeps doing this weird wiggle thing with his eyebrows and it's making you laugh hysterically.

"How dare you insult my eyebrows!" He exclaims, his smile reaching his ears. He tackles you onto the mattress, pinning your wrists down as he leaves small kisses on your neck. You keep giggling and can feel the smile on his lips. You hear the sound of paws running towards you and shriek as Moose jumps on the bed with you two, and starts jumping on Tyson's back and licking his face. Tyson lets go of your wrists and as you sit up, he wraps one around your shoulders, playing with the fabric of your shirt with his fingers. You reach out and give Moose a big kiss, who returns the favor with a slobbery kiss right on the lips.

"Oh!" You shout, wiping his slobber off your face. Tyson laughs and you elbow him in the side, gently of course. Moose lays down at the foot of the bed, his tail still wagging. You can see Tyson watching you out of the corner of your eye so you turn and look at him.

"What?" You ask, smiling brightly. His eyes runover your face as if he is seeing you for the first time. When he meets your eyes, he smiles at you.

"I love it when you're happy. You make the world so much better when you're happy. You make me so much better when you're happy." He says before going over your face again. You brush his beautiful, curly, poofy brown hair away from his eyes and he directs his eyes towards Moose.

"Well you're the one who makes me happy. Happier than I thought someone could be." You lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. When you pull back he is smiling again and his smile is so contagious you can't help but keep smiling. Until you realize what you still need to talk about. You wait a minute or two, spacing off looking at the walls trying to find out what you're going to say. It doesn't help much.

"Hey, Tyson," you say, getting his attention, "I don't mean to ruin the mood but we still have to talk about the...things." He nods, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks past you. You turn your head to see JT's head poke around the corner.

"Sorry guys, I forgot my um...list..yeah! My list is what I forgot." He says, before rushing to grab a scrap piece of paper with writing on it. Tyson chuckles.

"Since when have you used lists when you've gone shopping?" JT crumples up another piece of paper and throws it at Tyson, almost hitting you. Instead it nails Tyson in his shoulder.

"Since today Josty okay! Today!" He exclaims, rushing out the front door. You and Tyson stay in bed for another 5 minutes or so, just laying next to each other before getting up to go to the kitchen to talk.

-5 Weeks Later-

It's been three weeks since you have stopped working at the vet clinic. In that time, you and Tyson had decided on a contract of sorts, essentially just agreeing on what Tyson can spend his money on regarding you. You already feel a lot less stressed, you get better sleep and you've picked up some hobbies like cooking/baking, the guitar and your favorite, YouTube. It started just before you left the clinic with a montage video of an Avalanche practice. You hadn't shared it with anyone, not even Tyson but some lost souls on YouTube have seen it. Halfway through your first week of being unemployed, you decided to make another video but a vlog this time. Tyson's teammates inevitably learned about the channel, and so did the social media team. You thank Tyson everyday for being so supportive. People ask for Q&As with Tyson, JT and Kerf, or to have one of them in the videos more. You feel free, happy, and you enjoy what you're doing now. When you go to practice, and you go to almost every single one, you get little snippets of what the guys are working on and you sit on the bench. You also get clips of them chirping and shoving by the bench.

There are some limitations to what you can put in the videos though, like games, or videos longer than a couple seconds. You aren't trying to steal the social media teams jobs, just trying to have fun with yours.

At the end of the day though, you have more time to do things with Tyson like go to movies, get dinner, go swimming, golfing. You do a lot more together now.

"Hey (Y/N) can you come into the kitchen real quick?" Tyson calls out. You're in Tyson's bed, editing bits of the video. You save the file and turn off the computer, sliding out from under the covers.

"Yeah babe, what's up?" You ask when you get into the kitchen and sit on a stool. Tyson looks tense, and he's fidgeting with a box that looks like earrings were in it. He looks you in the eyes, before sliding the box towards you. You look at him, eyebrows furrowed, before grabbing the box with two fingers and pulling it towards you.

"What's this?" You go to pull the top off when JT and Kerf come in.

"Sup guys!" you nod your head at them as both of their eyes snap to the box, Tyson, and to you.

"Um you spend a uh a lot of time here and uh I was maybe kind of hoping that uh um you would uh," Tyson stumbles on his words, and nervously licks his lips.

"Would you just uh open the box?" He motions at the little black box in your hands. You look at him questionably, but slowly lift the top of the box off. Inside is a key. The house key. Your heart stops beating and you're in shock. Delicately lifting the key out of the box you look at Tyson.

"Is is this a key to the house?!" You ask excitedly with a smile. Tyson relaxes seeing your smile.

"Yeah. It is. Will you move in? I've already talked to JT and Kerf and they said they're cool with it." You nod frantically and run to Tyson, jumping into his arms and giving him a big hug.

"Thank you babe. I love you so much." You say, before he sets you down on the ground and you raise up on your toes to give him a kiss.

It took him a little more than four years to ask me to move in. I hope he doesn't take as long to ask me to marry him. Otherwise I just might have to pop the question.

[astrangesociety]

y’all i need some help

so my stupid ass was like ‘imagine the leafs as the breakfast club and like who would be who and write a fic about it! >:)’

well too bad for her cause we literally never finish the fics we start and suck at writing.

ANYWAYS i need help here.

the criminal (john bender): I HONESTLY CAN’T THINK OF SOMEONE

the princess (claire standish): it’s either mitch marner or william nylander and thats that

the brain (brian johnson): zach hyman. no comments needed. wait maybe alexander kerfoot. KERFY DID GO TO HARVARD :0

the athlete (andrew clark): not gonna lie could be auston or maybe like morgan rielly? maybe freddie?

the basket case (allison reynolds): it’s gotta be like auston matthews or frederik andersen.

vice principal (richard vernon): maybe like john tavares? idk i don’t wanna do my boy like that. jason spezza? fr cant do my babes dirty. OMG WE BRING BACK BABCOCK

the janitor (carl reed): it’s definitely like joe thorton, i can picture jumbo. WAIT OMG WAYNE AND JUMBO THE JANITOR BUDDIES #periodt

i mean if anyone wants to write this i won’t be mad 👀

[crosbytoews]

imagine being alexander kerfoot and finding out that you’re being selected in the expansion draft via a leaked video of someone throwing a fish 

[grittyreadsfic]

been seeing underappreciated fic rec lists going around, so here are some of my top fics that deserved more attention, on a list that might have gotten it’s title from a DCOM: gonna let the light shine on me

note: for this fic, i used the criteria that it had under 250 kudos, though the bulk of these fall into the under 150 category, and that they’ve been around for a few weeks at least. 

further and fast and gone after disaster by penaltyboxed

pairing: n/a, gen

summary: Robby had made his agent request the trade instead of asking for it himself.

Something about the idea of verbally admitting how badly he needed to get out of St. Louis kind of killed him inside. He didn’t even care where he went, not really. He just desperately wanted to be out of electric blue and gold, wanted to skate anywhere else, wanted to feel like he actually mattered to a team. Any team. Anywhere in the league that would take a disappointing excuse of a first round pick with ‘injury prone’ tattooed across his forehead. His name was on the fucking Stanley Cup and it just felt so cheap, and evil, in a cosmic sort of way. He was trying to exorcise the chorus of Gloria from his brain for the rest of his life.

So his agent had texted him: What about Detroit? Armstrong and the front office r willing to trade u for a kid named De La Rose.

And then his agent had texted him again: I can get u 1 for 1 but thats probably as good as its gonna be

why i love it: i’ve never loved a gen fic as much i love this one. it’s an absolutely beautiful character study of robby, and is some of the best writing of emotion that i’ve ever encountered. it’s such a perfectly crafted fic, and it made me want to care about the red wings (i team i literally know nothing about)

i’ve never been a natural (all i do is try, try, try) by iwantthemtostay ( @iwantthemtostay​ )

pairing: connor mcdavid/dylan strome

summary:  In June 2015 Dylan gets drafted fourth overall by the Toronto Maple Leafs, in August his boyfriend breaks up with him. In July 2026 said ex signs with the Leafs. In the months that follow they work things out.

why i love it: this author has actually written two of my favorite mcstrome fics ever, and i recced the other one of theirs pretty recently. this fic has some of the best platonic dynamics, which adds such a nice depth to the story and the secondary characters. the pacing of it is absolutely perfect, and it felt like such a realistic way that connor and dylan could have come back together.

we’ve moved on again by stromesquad 

pairing: travis konecny/dylan strome

summary: Dylan isn’t expecting his phone to ring during the second day of the 2023 draft, but it does, and it’s Stan Bowman.

“Hello,” Dylan answers.

“Hi, Dylan. I am calling to let you know you’ve been traded to Philadelphia. Thank you for your hard work and dedication here in Chicago, and we in management and the coaching staff wish you the very best for your future. Chuck Fletcher should be reaching out to you soon.”

why i loved it: i love trade fics, for the narrative, and i love trade fics that are actually trades i wish would happen in the real world. it’s such a great look into how dylan handles it all-the move, the break up, the gradual way he falls for tk, how he makes a home for himself in philly and on the flyers-and the pairing is one i would never have thought of, but now i wish there were so many more fics for them

step out into the wild by jamesvanriemsdick ( @jamesvanriemsdick​ )

pairings: travis konency/nolan patrick

summary: Travis Konecny doesn’t stop talking—Nolan finds he doesn’t mind, though, not when Travis fills up the space where the city’s heartbeat should be, not when he makes Nolan feel so, so alive, like there’s electricity running under his skin instead of just blood and bone and muscle.

why i love it: i was torn between putting a fic from this series or once in twenty life times, but i’m fairly certain i recced that one recently so. technically you could read my essay length comments on any of the fics in this series and you’d get all of my very indepth thoughts on this, but the the tldr is that i’m a sucker for magical realism and a little bit in love with the city of philadelphia, and this fic-the whole series-just does it for me. i love the concept of the heartbeats, of all the different way the city makes its claim known, and nolan’s is my favorite of the three. 

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace by crookedsilence ( @crooked-silence​ )

pairing: nathan mackinnon/cale makar

summary:  It takes one morning for Cale’s entire life to change. One morning and a wish he didn’t know he made.

why i love it: wishbaby fics are one of my absolute favorite things to read, and this one is an absolutely perfect one. the domesticity, the way it’s so obvious who the second parent is, but cale takes forever to put it together, the complex and messy and conflicting emotions that this kind of situation would create-it’s really got it all and is such a wonderful read

somewhere where the summer lasts all year ‘round by jvrcus

pairing: jamie benn/tyler seguin

summary:  Edmonton was cold, so Tyler goes somewhere warm.

why i love it: ao3 user jvrcus if you see this please know that i looked at your page for a solid 15 minutes trying to decide which fic to puton this list because they’re all perfect. this author is one of my favorite writers when it comes to imagery, and this fic is such a great example of that. this fic is really just a series of moments that feel too intimate to witness, which is what i love in a fic

this feels like falling in love by bageldiscourse

pairing: jt compher/tyson jost/alexander kerfoot

summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Alexander would like to believe that, but he couldn’t imagine a fondness stronger than the one he feels every time he’s around them. He couldn’t imagine a world where his heart doesn’t skip a beat every time J.T. smiles, easy and pleased and, underneath it all, a little vulnerable. Or—when Tyson volunteers to help Alexander make brownies, and looks over at Alexander, the bridge of his nose dusted with flour and his hands sticky with chocolate.

When the three of them are driving to practice in the morning, Alexander in the backseat and Tyson and J.T. holding hands and Alexander just—wanting.

why i love it: part why i adore this fic is just the structure, how it’s set up that there’s a fact or anecdote about alexander, and then there’s a way that it relates to jt and tyson. alexander calls the two of them the closest thing to soulmates, but this structure makes it feel like all three of them are just linked somehow, and it’s a very sweet fic

nobody left but us by capsize (copenhagenborn)

pairing: tyson barrie/gabe landeskog

summary: Tyson is traded to the Toronto Maple Leafs in July, and it's fine, really.

It's not like his life is falling apart or anything.

why i love it: again, i love trade fics, and this one is one of my favorites because of it’s characterization of tyson. he spends most of the fic trying to help others, focusing on the issues someone else is experiencing, in order to avoid thinking about his own problems. it leads to some really great parallels in the fic, and the author crafted such  a beautiful, layered, and compelling story because of it

[mommahughes19-23]

Weekend Tingz - W.N

@yn.baby : live, laugh, love

tagged : @williamnylander @jackhughes

location : sushi

jackhughes : thank you both for having me!

↪ yn.baby : jackyyy anytime

williamnylander : mitt allt. jag älskar dig så mycket❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (my everything. i love you so much)

↪ yn.baby : jag älskar dig baby❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (I love you baby)

bertuzzi17 : mama y papa🤩

morganreilly : son y daughter🤩

austonmatthews : brother y sister🤩

josephwoll : my everything couple I love u both

Samsonov_30 : be careful u two

matthewknies : mama y papa pt 2🤩

marner_93 : miss u a little I guess

revo7five : oop 🙅🏻

frederikandersen31 : 😬

simon_benoit11 : 😬😬

bobbymcmann : 😬😬😬

ctimmins21 : ew I can see ur shoulders 🤬🤬

nickrobertson01 : guess what I got a gold star 🤑🤑

↪ yn.baby : proud of u nick

lyubushkin45 : missssss u

bunting27 : my favorite blonde couple

kampfdavid : sister sister👶🏻

kerfy14 : miss you guys🤧

rasmussandin : ge mig tillbaka min svensk 🇸🇪 (give me back my swede)

alexnylander : welcome to the fam @yn.baby

A.N :

a willy thing no one asked for but its long and I work tomorrow so idk if I am gonna post before 10pm lol.

love u lots

xoxoxoxo, M

tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

[puckinghell]

Home | Tyson Barrie

Summary: A new city to call home means a lot of people to leave behind Word count: 2k Note: Thank you to Tyson Barrie for being the mess we all needed in this team. We will miss you, but not as much as Gabe and Nate will. Yall can catch me crying about this until trade season next year despite the fact that he got traded to my other favorite team. I listened to More Than Words by Little Mix while writing this cause it’s the kinda emo song this trade calls for. 

--

You find out through Twitter.

It’s not Tyson’s fault, not really; he’s hanging out with Biz when he gets the call and when Biz knows something, it takes approximately 0.3 seconds before the entirety of the internet knows. 

But still, there’s something surreal about the situation. You’re sitting on the couch watching Nailed It! when your phone starts buzzing and ringing and going absolutely insane. 

The first text you see is from Mel. 

I’m so sorry, babe.

You have no idea what she’s talking about until you see a Twitter notification, staring at you from the small screen in your hand. The words are simple, yet they are impossible to comprehend.

Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot traded to the Toronto Maple Leafs

Nothing else even registers with you; you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what the Avs got back for them. 

For Kerfy. And your boyfriend.

It’s almost comical, the way your world crashes and burns within seconds while Ralph doesn’t even lift an eyelid. Outside, the cars are still driving. Someone honks. The rain is softly ticking against the window. 

You have no idea how long you sit there, waiting. Thinking. A thousand thoughts whirl through your mind. 

Most of them come back to the fact that it’s not freaking fair. 

Not when Tyson has been so adamant about wanting to be in Colorado. Not when his best friends are here. Sure, he knows Morgan Rielly, likes him, but he’s not Nate. Not Gabe. Not EJ. 

God. 

It’s not fair either, that Tyson was really starting to pull his life together. He mentioned that he wanted some stability. He started looking at houses to buy. He got a puppy; the proof is currently sleeping at your feet, happily oblivious to the fact that everything is going to hell. 

He even mentioned moving in together, a few weeks ago.

There were no concrete plans; he hadn’t officially asked you yet. Just kinda casually threw into conversation that the house he was going to buy was going to have to have plenty room for two people, while he was cooking some stupidly healthy vegetable stir and simultaneously eating ice cream straight out the carton before dinner. 

“Why, is Nate finally moving in with you?” you’d teased, and he’d smiled his typical lopsided smile and said, without even blushing:

“No, but you hopefully are.” 

You were left speechless and in shock and he just started rambling about how nice it would be to have a pool - apparently he’d forgotten about the fact that it was winter for 10 months a year in Colorado - and the subject was dropped, but it had been circling in your mind.

You know you would say yes, if he asked. You would say yes to just about anything Tyson asked, and it isn’t just because his big brown eyes look suspiciously like Ralph’s. 

It’s because you know that for you, it’s always gonna be Tyson. Perhaps it always was, since the very first time you met him all those years ago, all starry eyed and bright smiled at a festival. Since he tripped over his own feet and bumped into you, and apologized profusely while Nate laughed so hard he nearly threw up. 

You’ve never loved someone as much as you love Tyson, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to love someone like that again. 

But now he’s leaving. Ripped from your hands, slipping through your fingers like sand.

It’s not that you haven’t known it could happen, not with the rumors surrounding Tyson like they’ve surrounded nobody else, but it’s a bit like the boy that cried wolf; after a while, the rumors faded into the background, because hey, it didn’t happen last time either, did it?

You let yourself fall into a comfortable sense of peace, and that was your first mistake.

No, second. First mistake was falling for an NHL player. 

Your phone rings again and you barely glance at it, the ringing sounding muffled in your ears - you don’t know how it feels to be in shock but this might be it - but then Tyson’s face flashes across the screen and you reach for it quickly, startling the puppy at your feet, who jumps up and starts whining.

“Tys?” 

It’s quiet, for a second, on the other side, and you wonder if he meant to call you. 

But then he speaks and his voice sounds a little muffled, sounds thick with emotion and empty at the same time, somehow, sounds upset, and that’s the worst.

“Are you still at my place?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m here.” Of course you are; he asked you to watch Ralph while he went out and you wouldn’t leave the dog alone, not at this age when he still needs to go outside every ten minutes and likes to eat shoes for entertainment. 

“Stay there,” Tyson says. “I’m coming home.” He pauses and you figure he has the same thought as you are having.

Home. 

But not for long.

“Stay,” Tyson repeats, a little sharply, as if he’s expecting you to run off before he gets there.

You don’t even think you could move if you tried.

“Okay.” 

He hangs up then and it takes him barely fifteen minutes to get there, even though you know the restaurant he was at was at least a 25 minute drive. He burst through the door looking disheveled, looking sad, too. 

His shoulders are slumped and he suddenly looks much more tired than he had when he left this morning. Normally, Tyson is the easiest person to read, but now there’s not really a hint of any emotion on his face. 

He doesn’t even smile when Ralph runs up to him and that’s how you know everything is so very, very wrong. 

“Tys,” you start, but then his eyes meet yours and it’s like all the words leave your mind, and all you can do is walk up to him and collapse in his arms.

He catches you easily, as you knew he would. His arms are tight around your waist, so tight it almost hurts but it’s exactly what you need; to feel him, to know he’s still there, at least for now. 

“I know,” Tyson whispers. “I know, babe.” 

You’re not quite sure what he knows and he’s probably not either, it’s just that there’s not much to say when your entire life gets ripped apart. 

You stand there for what feels like ages. Tyson moves you to the couch at some point, pulling you down with him as he falls backwards into the pillows. You can feel his heart beat under your ear with your head on his chest and the steady rhythm is the only thing keeping your mind from spiraling out of control. 

But however bad this is for you, it’s so, so much worse for him, so finally, you force yourself to sit up and smile.

“So, Toronto, huh? I guess I could be a Raptors fan.” 

“I’m actually gonna play for the Leafs,” Tyson says dryly, and suddenly you’re both laughing, hysterically giggling with tears in your eyes and it’s better than crying out of sadness but only just. 

When silence falls over the apartment, Tyson grabs your hands, his face serious again. “Hey, you know I love you, right?” 

You swallow and nod, not trusting your own voice.

“I love you too much to ask you to wait for me.” 

His words sink in slowly, then all at once, and panic washes over you as the quietness of the apartment becomes deafening.

Wait for you. Wait for him here, in Colorado.

He’s not planning on taking you with him. 

Hurt must be written clear over your face because his eyes soften, a soft “babe” passing his lips right before you yank your hands away from him, scurry away from him until your back hits the arm of the couch. 

“You’re breaking up with me.” 

It’s not a question because you know the answer. 

“I don’t want to.” Tyson’s voice is a little shaky despite the fact that he’s gritting his teeth in order to control it. “I don’t have a choice, Y/N. I’m going to move to Toronto. That’s not just a different city, that’s a different country.” 

“And you don’t want me there.” 

The crease on his forehead deepens. “I can’t ask you to leave everything you have behind. You’ve got a job here. Friends. Family.” 

You jump off the couch, now in full hysterics; tears are pushing against the back of your eyes and you feel your lungs constricting.

“But the only thing I’ve got here that I care about, that I wouldn’t wanna leave behind, is you.”

Tyson stands up too, although he’s not moving. 

“I can’t ask you to leave behind your home,” he croaks and it’s the first time you can fully see how much this is hurting him, how much this is killing him inside, breaking his heart into little pieces with each word he’s uttering. It’s the first time you forget about your own misery completely. 

So you step forward, one hand coming up to cup his cheek; he leans into your touch as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth, his eyelids fluttering shut. His cheeks are red, like they always are when he gets upset.

You know him so well, know every single piece of him. 

“Home can be everywhere,” you mumble. “Home can be wherever you are.” 

“I don’t want you to give up everything for my dream,” Tyson all but whispers. “I chose this, not you.” 

“But I chose you.” At that, he opens his eyes, deep brown orbs locking with yours. You can tell he’s searching for a sign, anything in your expression to tell him you’re not telling the truth.

He won’t find any.

“I knew that being with you would include this. But I chose you anyway because I needed to. I need you, to be with you. Wherever that might be.” You pull a face. “And at least it’s Toronto. Can you imagine if you were traded to like. Montreal? I don’t speak French.” 

He laughs, and it’s music to your ears; then suddenly his lips are against yours in a feverish desperation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

It’s like your touch is the only thing that could keep him from drowning, meanwhile you’re getting lost in his lips against yours, his hands against the bare skin of your back. He starts pushing you towards the bedroom and you know you’ve not really talked about anything but you let him anyway.

This is what he needs, right now, to feel you with him, to know you’re there. And you’re gonna do whatever he needs because so many times, he’s done that for you. 

Time seems to stand still and speed up at the same time and it’s dark when you’re laying tangled in the sheets, facing each other, his fingers intwined with yours. 

He’s staring at you fondly as he speaks. “I was going to ask you to move in with me, you know. When I found a house I loved. I was gonna bake a cake and put the key in it. Gabe helped me come up with that.” 

You would have laughed at the idea of possibly choking on a key as you tried to enjoy Tyson’s famous lava cake but now you can’t, because at the sounds of Gabe’s name Tyson’s face falls. 

The Leafs don’t have a captain right now and maybe that’s better, because you know there’s nobody that could do for Tyson what Gabe did, nobody that could replace Gabe in that special place in Tys’ heart. 

No more wine nights with Mel, walks with Zoey and Ralph. No more Nate crashing for dinner, no more Josty exclaiming he’s the better Tyson, no more teasing from Z or sarcastic remarks from EJ or Colin, telling you he doesn’t know how you put up with these guys.

You’re gonna miss them, but it’s something you can deal with. Something Tyson has to deal with.

But not alone.

“Ask me,” you say, and Tyson doesn’t have to ask for clarification.

“I don’t think Toronto can be home without you. Will you please come with me?”

He seems a little nervous to ask but your answer was decided a long time ago, long before the rumors really started, maybe even the second you met him.

“Of course I’ll come with you.” 

He wraps his arms around you and he’ll do the same thing in a month, when you spend the first night sleeping on a mattress on the floor in an empty apartment in the center of Toronto, the city lights illuminating the room cause you didn’t have time to buy curtains and the hot summer air crawling up the walls. 

He wraps his arms around you and you’re home. 

[pucking-rare]

pucking rare masterlist 2019

below the cut are all the fics added to the pucking rare collection 2019, sorted by team/relationship. thanks everyone who wrote, beta’d, left prompts and in any way contributed to this year’s collection!

fyi: fics are sorted by who was on what team prior to 1 july because trying to keep track of who is on what team is beyond our capabilities right now.

BOSTON BRUINS

Anders Bjork/Matt Grzelcyk/Charlie McAvoy; Anders Bjork/Charlie McAvoy

something worth holding onto by cjmasim 

Anders turns over to face away from Charlie. It really doesn't matter how Charlie would react to him being aromantic. He's not going to come out to him just based on a random thought. There's no evidence whatsoever that Charlie likes him like that. If he did, he'd at least try to sleep in the same bed, Anders is sure.

It was a good hookup, and Charlie wants to do it again. Anders wants to do it again. So they'll do it again, and that's all they'll do. If it gets out of hand, well, he can deal with that when it happens.

Marcus Johansson & Brad Marchand

A 1000 Ways by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 

Marcus Johansson finally gets an apology from Brad Marchand. Sort of.

BUFFALO SABRES

Rasmus Dahlin/Casey Mittelstadt; Rasmus Dahlin/Victor Olofsson

bloom by eichart

Ras doesn’t mean to keep buying plants for each and every one of his teammates, but he does, creating little explosions of green and orange and purple around the apartment. It’s his nature to look after them, to know when something’s wrong, so he will.

This team: he loves them.

This city: it’s special.

Jake McCabe/Rasmus Ristolainen

emptiness to melody by rawrimmapanda 

Jake knew that the random sore spots were something. He just didn't know what from exactly. After a trip to the doctor he sets off on a mission to find out who is soulmate is.

Bits of You on Me by eafay70 

Three times Jake's soulmate left him injured, and one time Jake was the one to blame.

CALGARY FLAMES

Johnny Gaudreau/Matthew Tkachuk

sealed with a kiss by iknewhim

“You want me,” Chucky drawls, “To kiss you for hockey.”

Elias Lindholm/David Rittich

We’ve Come Too Far, To Give Up Who We Are by Aer

David’s life has taken more than a few twists and turns over the years, but he’s always been able to see them coming, to some extent.

He never would have seen Elias coming in a million years.

COLORADO AVALANCHE

Tyson Barrie/Tyson Jost

soft shines through by somehowunbroken 

Defensemen have to marry forwards. It's a rule, and Tyson's been putting it off for longer than he should've, and now he needs to marry someone before the season starts or he won't be able to play.

Enter Tyson Jost.

J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost/Alexander Kerfoot; J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost

no regrets, just love by ancientdeceiver

The kiss, in the end, is just one friend helping out another friend.

Tyson Jost/Colin Wilson

bring your good times and your laughter too by somehowunbroken 

Sure, the stuffed pink rabbit and balloons had been funny, but it's Tyson's birthday. Colin's maybe in the mood to give him whatever he asks for.

DALLAS STARS

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

round one, round two by ghosthunter

“Are you nervous?” Miro asks, reaching out and tugging Roope’s thumb from between his lips.

“Are you not?” Roope asks him, his voice quiet. Miro grins at him.

(maybe it's the finnish summer) got me seeing stars when I'm with you by up_and_away 

After they get eliminated, Miro can't bring himself to go home and face his parents' sympathy. He goes home with Roope instead, and finds a way to exhale.

keep it subliminal by carissima

Miro smothers a yawn and opens his door. Roope’s standing there with two coffees and an expression that matches his own mood.

when it hits you by carissima 

And that’s the precise moment he realizes that he may, in fact, have a Miro-sized problem.

MINNESOTA WILD

Mikko Koivu/Zach Parise

You Know My Words (Look Up the Name) by sleeperservice

Zach's soulmark shows up during his rookie season after a game against the Wild. Nobody told him it would take years to find out who else had one show up that night.

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

I won't hesitate for you by theshipstorulethemallwrites 

To be 29 years old, made the playoffs once and be a virgin was not in plans for Taylor Hall. Neither was falling for his, much, younger teammates. Yes, there's a plural in that last word, stop judging.

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

Mikhail Grabovski/Nikolay Kulemin

Windows by blueorangecrush

Kolya's grandmother used to say that dreams were windows into other worlds.

Anders Lee/Devon Toews

I’m on your clock, you’re in control by Mooresomore 

"Breaking up is hard to do...especially when you're not out to the team and you can't let anyone know about it (or that it's over). It really sucks too when you still want the person, but they want nothing to do with you." Mat had never thought those words would apply to him, but here he was.

NEW YORK RANGERS

Brady Skjei/Jimmy Vesey

we’re never gonna win the world by skjei 

Jimmy doesn’t want to die.

(or, jimmy vesey signs with the new york rangers and his live changes more than it ever has).

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick/Travis Konecny

Hens and Chicks by Hock_hug 

Travis Konecny can’t make coffee

Carter Hart/Claude Giroux/Danny Briere

Shining bright to see what you could truly be by Mooresomore

Just a fluffy look into the life of Carter, Claude, Danny, and their family.

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

dumbasses in love by andersens

“So, I talked to Lawson, and it turns out he does think we’re dating.”

“I told you,” Nolan says.

“Yeah and see the thing is, I was gonna tell him he’s wrong. But then he started going on and on about how proud of me he is and how happy. And he was looking at me with his stupid Lawson face with his stupid Lawson smile and I just...I couldn’t tell him he was wrong.”

say that you're into me, let me know how it'll be (if you don't know, just say so) by haruspexes 

Really, the wedding is the thing that sets it all off. Someone self-aware might say it started way before the wedding but Travis has always been a little suspicious about that whole know-thyself thing. So, it starts on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday afternoon.

***

“Anyways, you know I’m the best wedding date you could get on such short notice,” Travis fires off. It’s a pretty weak chirp, but the chance to say something is just too good to pass up.

“Yeah.” Nolan nods where Travis was half expecting him to argue.

take down some summer time by manybumblebees

Summer is lake days and fishing and coolers full of beer, the boat kicking up spray in its wake, and Nolan coming to stand next to him on the deck in his too-short shorts, holding his forearm next to TK’s and complaining about his Irish skin, which burns and freckles but never tans.

Or: summer makes TK stupid.

trouble's gonna follow (where i go) by carissima 

The first thing Travis learns about Nolan is that he can’t tie a fucking tie.

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Lawson Crouse/Travis Konecny; Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick

kiss me & take off your clothes by ghosthunter

“You’re so sexy in the morning, God,” TK says.

“I’m sexy all the time,” Nolan says. “That’s why I make the big bucks.”

SAN JOSE SHARKS

Tomas Hertl/Tommy Wingels

blame it, blame it by frausorge

Olive juice? That sounds disgusting.

TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev

Once Smitten by verbaeghe 

It isn’t that Tony’s expecting Misha to already be in their dorm room when he arrives per se, it’s just. Well, it’s junior year, classes start tomorrow, and Misha still hasn’t managed an on-time arrival yet. At least he’s consistent.

A Tale of Courtship by Sugarchev, verbaeghe

“Marriage,” King Anton repeats to a slack-jawed Tony. “The council agrees, it’s time we secure our alliances.”

The King’s cabinet falls silent. Stamkos purses his lips, while Victor pretends to notice something out the window. Cally and McDonagh glue their eyes to the tactical map sprawled across the table and Misha…he should sit down before his legs give out.

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev; Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

How to Train Your Partner 101 by darkone 

Tony’s previous partner retired a month ago and he’s been anxiously awaiting a new one. He’s tired of going on missions with other well established teams because it makes him feel like a third wheel.

Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

Yours by Lecavayay

He takes Slater’s wrist, holds it to his lips like the name there is his and not some other Braydon waiting for the man in his bed to find him.

Tyler Johnson/Ondrej Palat

The Playboy of Central New York by blueorangecrush 

Tyler just wanted to be a semi-anonymous graduate student, not the funder of a biotech startup with his old money inheritance.

He thought he'd meet a girl who didn't know or care about his money. He was wrong about the "girl" part.

Cedric Paquette/Louis Domingue; Alex Killorn/Andrej Sustr; Jake Dotchin/Yanni Gourde

I Could Stay Here Forever by TylerAndAlexAndCeddyOhMy 

Ceddy and Louis were fall in love while studying abroad

“We should go to Italy!” Yanni yelled. 

“You just want to sleep with Italian guys,” Louis groaned. “We should go to France. The museums! Imagine all the history!” 

“Yeah! Because there is ZERO fucking history in ITALY, you huge fucking moron,” Yanni yelled at Louis. 

“You aren’t even interested in history! You’re interested in dick!” Louis countered. 

“Yes,” Yanni screamed stomping toward his room. “Big Italian dick!” With that he slammed his door.

TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS

Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly

Filled Up by eyeslikeonyx

When Auston pictured going on vacation with Freddie and Mo during the bye week, he was expecting to have fun in their hotel room, obviously. He knows Mitch is most likely getting railed on his own trip with Marty and Cees if the suggestive snaps from the night before are any indicator. Auston has been waiting for this trip for a while now, and he’s excited to finally relax and get some much needed sun. He doesn’t want to just have sex the entire time he’s on vacation.

He should have known his body would betray him the moment he, Mo, and Freddie actually made it to their resort suite.

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

The Lace in Your Dress by elenajames 

There’s a garment box on their bed when Willy gets home.

You’re my golden hour by mozartspiano 

Kyle's condo is terrible. William helps him find a house.

This One’s For You by theshipstorulethemallwrites 

Since his father’s death in a classified military accident, William Nylander has always had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he could be more. And then he gets in trouble in a way that he can’t get out of.

Enter Kingsman

Enter Kyle Dubas

I Hope You Lie by dizzzylu 

"You think that we don't notice?" William asks. "How you take care of us, how you take the blame for us. We notice, Kyle. I notice."

Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner; Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner/John Tavares

Knights by eden22 

London Knights are always proprietary with each other.

Mitch Marner/John Tavares

A Monster Under the Bed by eyeslikeonyx 

On the morning of November 9, 1973, Good Hope Sheriff John Tavares is the third man to pull up to the banks of Lake Perry where a body has been found. Principal Patrick Marleau of Good Hope High School was the first, and Deputy Sheriff Morgan Reilly was the second.

Mitch Marner/William Nylander

You Brought Out The Best In Me by Bluejay141519 

Mitch is the sun and Willy's been in the shadows since the day Mitch was drafted. That doesn't mean he loves Mitch any less.

William Nylander/Andreas Johnsson

facts of life (it’s i and love and you) by florabee 

some things change and some things don't. the most set-in-stone fact in andreas's life is this: he loves willy and willy loves him

VANCOUVER CANUCKS

Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson

boy with love by lilcrickee 

“Oh no,” Brock murmurs, the reality of the situation sinking in. It’s 11 o’clock in the middle of the offseason and he’s holding a baby. The baby is his. Brock is 22 and has a baby and the mother has run off to work on a cruise ship.

Elias Pettersson/Jacob Markstrom

Waiting Tied and Bound by Sister_Grimm 

Jacob knows exactly how to take Elias apart every time

WINNIPEG JETS

Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine

make my heart sparkle like champagne by softEldritch (assbutts) 

Hey, Niky,” he says slowly, enunciating it carefully so he doesn’t somehow mess up the words, “what if we do get married this summer?”

Turns out there’s a lot more to a wedding than just showing up, saying a few words and putting on some rings.

Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev

while all his body trembled by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 

(407): It's very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.

mixer attachments by snailmailed

“It’s a KitchenAid. You have the same one. Are you feeling okay?” He added when Brandon continued to stare at his brand new mixer.

Brandon blinked. “Yeah dude, I know what it is.”

“Okay well it didn’t seem like -”

“I know what it is! Obviously.” Brandon huffed.

(Adam buys his own KitchenAid, Brandon doesn't take it well.)

FORMER/INTERNATIONAL TEAMMATES

Nazem Kadri/James Van Riemsdyk

hit me with that by landofpromise 

Nazem isn’t sure what to think when James’ name appears on his screen.

Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot

careless with my heart again by aimerai 

Mat looks at Chabby, actually looks at him, and wants to kiss him. This is not a new thought, nor is it particularly damning. Mat wants to make him fall apart, and that’s fine, too. But wanting to smooth out the faint wrinkle of his brow and uncoil the tension from his shoulders is a line he can’t cross. Wanting Chabby to go back to the person he was when he was asleep, carefree, is not something he is allowed. Staying the night was a detour; staying in bed was a mistake, and yet, Mat can’t bring himself to regret it. Some things are an inevitability; this may not be one of them, but Mat thinks he’d have chosen to land here anyway. Even if it’s going to hurt, even as he’s trying to pull himself out of one of the biggest hurts he’s ever had.

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh

It Started Out With a Kiss (Or: How It Ended Up Like This) by love_stella 

“Who was that?” Misha asks, cutting him off.

“It was no one, don’t worry about it,” Tony tries to say, knowing damn well it’s going to be impossible to get them to stop now that they’ve started.

“No no no, that wasn’t no one,” Misha says, “You don’t just walk up and kiss no one.”

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Magnolia by love_stella 

What catches his eye is a hint of blue floating around the water, but before he can reach his hand in to check he’s hit with another coughing fit, only this time he’s able to catch most of the petals in his palms so he can inspect them to make sure his eyes aren’t tricking him. Surely enough, Taylor didn’t even cough up any of Tony’s flower this time, the petals he’s holding are shorter and a pale blue that Taylor might find beautiful if they didn’t just come out of his lungs.

Eric Comrie/Chase De Leo

Trying To Get That Feeling Again by Mooresomore 

Chase and Eric had been together and things were perfect. What happened when Chase got traded to the Ducks changed all that. Can they find what was missing?

Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost

all these songs of love by somehowunbroken 

Dante's an aspiring musician, so he'll take whatever help he can get, including a boy in 

his dreams who helps him write his music. Everything's going fine until he looks up during a show and sees that boy in the crowd.

Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

this doesn’t look that much different from home by aimerai 

Alex is born somewhere between a hope and a dream, made more of magic than of DNA. He’s not quite a changeling child, but the first time he watches Pinocchio, he cries and cries and can’t stop, until he feels like he’s going to throw up with each hitching breath. It feels too similar, and he’s always known what he is.

Or, the moments that make a homecoming.

Marcus Johansson/Evgeny Kuznetsov

putting broken pieces back in place by ghosthunter 

“Evgeny Evgenyvich,” the stranger says.

“Huh?” Zhenya asks, confused. He stops to look up into the black space where a face should be.

“What would you give,” the stranger asks.

“For what?” Zhenya asks. He considers continuing walking, but he can’t. He considers running, but he can’t do that either. He thinks these things, but his body won’t do them.

“For what you want,” the stranger says to him.

Auston Matthews/Patrick Kane

Half in the shadows, half burned in flames by Caivallon 

Between night and day. In this strange endless twilight between yesterday and tomorrow when everything is possible.

They have played a game. A tempting and thrilling game.

Nathan MacKinnon/Mitch Marner

Pine your way to China by Aderam

In which our hero is surprisingly good at talking about it, but not to the right person.

AKA hockey boys are dumb, but we like them anyway.

William Nylander/David Pastrnak

Love and Marriage by blindbatalex 

“Yeah I got married and didn’t tell any of you,” David deadpans before it’s too late, finally able to form words, and there is a moment when it goes so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

WOMEN’S HOCKEY

Taylor Crosby/Amanda Kessel

run it, run it (like a girl) by ghosthunter 

Hockey analysts will make a rivalry out of anything. And if it’s not the analysts, then it’s the media. All they really had in common was they went to the same school and play the same sport.

OTHERS

Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

ain't nothing like them summer nights by liroa15 

Connor's got one boyfriend for home and one boyfriend for away, and somehow they're all making it work. Together. Away from it all.

Alexander Ovechkin/Tyler Seguin; Nicklas Backstrom/Tyler Seguin

Icebreaker by myrthrilmercury

Throughout the league, Alexander Ovechkin is known as "Icebreaker" for his prowess at training the brattiest and most stubborn subs. His latest assignment is to transform the rude, rebellious Tyler Seguin into an obedient submissive willing to do anything commanded.

Sidney Crosby/Travis Konecny; Sidney Crosby & Marc-Andre Fleury

Forever in a Minute by elenajames

Sid lets the league send an alpha match for his heat, and he's not prepared for who they pick.

[samgirard]

I'm snorting at "tragic halfway point for a pretty woman plot" but tHEN you give us " erik johnson and the concept of horses" im laughing omg. Ok for the ask: top 5 hockey players you'd bring home to meet your parents.

oh man WHAT A GOOD QUESTION 

1. the softest ruffboi in toronto: nazem kadri like he loves his cat and he loves his friends and he’s so bad at video games and he’s a friend of complacency like naz kadri marry me challenge 

2. reilly smith just gives off the most boring, domestic, comforting vibes like he’s just so inoffensive and dependable you can just imagine going to costco with him and he’s got a list and he kisses you at the entrance before you go off to get free samples while he beelines for the bulk mouthwash and then when you meet up again he’s snuck you some of the choicest lasagna you’d already have five samples of and you drive home in your nissan cube and put away all the groceries except the ice cream and you eat it together and have sleepy but satisfying midmorning sex on the sectional 

3. john tavares is the sexiest human pair of khakis i’ve ever seen he’s gonna grill me a steak

4. colton parayko is a giant, soft jean jacket of a man who i want to carry me everywhere and fall asleep on his chest while we watch food network together 

5. alexander "it’s alexander not alex” kerfoot like i was about to get out of here with no avs before i remembered what the question actually was, he’s a college boy live Ivy League, like he’s won Awards, he was in the Mock Financial Analyst Club, he made a ping pong system to decide who makes dinner in the rookie house, and he can make shrimp and scallop pasta like he’s got his life Together while at the same time being a goofball who can’t keep his tongue out of his mouth we can play tabletop games together and he’ll always insist on dming it’d be great 

ask me my top five anything

[ao3feed-hockey]

monochromatic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MyRFlo

by GreyMichaela

The worst part, he thinks sometimes, is that he doesn’t know what they were to each other. Were they anything? Was it just the way Gabe is with everyone? No, Tyson thinks. No, Gabe wasn’t like that with anyone else on the team. Not… like that. Gabe didn’t sit too close to anyone else, graze their thigh with his knuckles, touch their hand for a little too long.

Unless Tyson had been imagining it.

Had he been imagining the way Gabe watched his mouth sometimes, too? The way his gaze would flick down as Tyson talked, or ate, or licked his fingers, and how his eyes would go dark?

Probably. The result of Tyson wanting it so much.

Words: 2652, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tyson Barrie, Gabriel Landeskog, Alexander Kerfoot, Toronto Maple Leafs Ensemble, Carolina Hurricanes Ensemble, Joel Edmundson, Jake Gardiner, Haydn Fleury, Tyson Jost, Nathan MacKinnon

Relationships: Tyson Barrie/Gabriel Landeskog

Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, and I do mean HEAVY, Pining, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Loneliness, Depression, in which the author explores the tragedy that was That Trade, and thoroughly abuses the Leafs and Toronto in the process, (sorry), Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MyRFlo

[thrashermaxey]

Lining Up: Under-The-Radar Adds For Championship Week

  In this week’s installment, we focus on a few players with low-ownership in fantasy leagues that can help you secure your league’s championship. Using Dobber’s Line Production Tool, we compared even-strength point production around the league over the past 10 games. I compiled a list of the highest scoring line for each team at even strength. Here’s the list…

#

Team

Line

Points

1

Florida

Jonathan Huberdeau – Aleksander Barkov – Evgenii Dadonov

36

2

Calgary

Matthew Tkachuk – Mikael Backlund – Michael Frolik

27

3

Vegas

Jonathan Marchessault – William Karlsson – Reilly Smith

25

4

Edmonton

Zack Kassian – Connor McDavid – Leon Draisaitl

18

5

Toronto

Zach Hyman – John Tavares – Mitchell Marner

16

6

Boston

Brad Marchand – Patrice Bergeron – David Pastrnak

14

7

Tampa Bay

Tyler Johnson – Brayden Point – Nikita Kucherov

14

8

Washington

Carl Hagelin – Lars Eller – Brett Connolly

14

9

Chicago

Brendan Perlini – Dylan Strome – Alex DeBrincat

13

10

Montreal

Tomas Tatar – Phillip Danault – Brendan Gallagher

13

11

San Jose

Kevin Labanc – Joe Thornton – Marcus Sorensen

13

12

St. Louis

Pat Maroon – Tyler Bozak – Robert Thomas

13

13

Winnipeg

Kyle Connor – Kevin Hayes – Patrik Laine

11

14

Carolina

Nino Niederreiter – Sebastian Aho – Justin Williams

10

15

Philadelphia

Claude Giroux – Sean Couturier – Oskar Lindblom

10

16

Columbus

Josh Anderson – Matt Duchene – Ryan Dzingel

9

17

Dallas

Jamie Benn – Tyler Seguin – Alexander Radulov

9

18

Vancouver

Loui Eriksson – Bo Horvat – Tanner Pearson

9

19

Anaheim

Rickard Rakell – Devin Shore – Jakob Silfverberg

8

20

Los Angeles

Alex Iafallo – Anze Kopitar -Dustin Brown

8

21

Nashville

Colton Sissons – Calle Jarnkrok – Craig Smith

8

22

Rangers

Pavel Buchnevich – Brett Howden – Brendan Lemieux

8

23

Minnesota

J.T. Brown – Eric Fehr – Marcus Foligno

7

24

Pittsburgh

Dominik Simon – Nick Bjugstad – Patric Hornqvist

7

25

Ottawa

Mikkel Boedker – Brian Gibbons – Anthony Duclair

6

26

Arizona

Richard Panik – Christian Dvorak – Clayton Keller

5

27

Buffalo

Johan Larsson – Zemgus Girgensons – Kyle Okpsoso

5

28

Islanders

Anders Lee – Mathew Barzal – Jordan Eberle

5

39

New Jersery

Kenny Agostino – Kevin Rooney – Kyle Palmieri

5

30

Colorado

J.T. Compher – Carl Soderberg – Colin Wilson

3

31

Detroit

Tyler Bertuzzi – Dylan Larkin – Anthony Mantha

3

  Matthew Tkachuk – Mikael Backlund – Michael Frolik

The Flames had scored 33 goals in seven games (averaging 4.71 goals/game) leading up to Monday’s matchup against the Kings, where they failed to get on the scoreboard. While Calgary’s top line of Johnny Gaudreau, Sean Monahan and Elias Lindholm has gotten the most attention this season, the team’s second line has also been extremely good – especially recently. You don’t need me to tell you that Tkachuk has been great, but his point-per-game production (76 points in 76 games) means you’re not going to find him on the waiver wire. Fortunately, his two linemates are much more attainable in fantasy leagues with 34% and 4% ownership, respectively.  Backlund has seven points in his last eight games and has fired a whopping 33 shots on net during that span, an average of four shots a game! However, if you’re looking for power-play production, Backlund is probably not your best option as he’s tallied just two points with the man-advantage this season. Similarly, Frolik hasn’t registered a power-play point this season, but he has provided stretches of great even-strength production. In his last eight games, Frolik has put up 10 points but it’s worth mentioning that all 10 of those points were scored in four multi-point games, meaning he was held off the scoresheet in the other four games. The way I see it, Frolik is either going to tally a few points this week or none at all.

  We’ve briefly discussed each member of this line individually, but their production as a unit is comparable to some of the best trios in the league. Tkachuk, Backlund and Frolik have played together for just under 400 minutes this season and have managed to outscore their opponents 27 to 12. In the process, they’ve controlled 59 percent of the shot-share and have created 58 percent of all scoring chances generated while they’re on the ice. What I find especially interesting is the impact that  Frolik has had on this line. As a result of injuries and line shuffling, Backlund and Frolik have played almost 400 minutes this season with wingers not named Frolik. Essentially, what we’ve seen is that a trio of Backlund, Tkachuk and a random Flames’ winger is much less successful than the Tkachuk-Backlund-Frolik line. Without Frolik on their line, Backlund and Tkachuk have been outscored 15 to 16 at even-strength and their possession numbers are significantly worse (Line Stats from NaturalStatTrick.com).

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    Zack Kassian – Connor McDavid – Leon Draisaitl

Since being drafted 13th overall in 2009, Zack Kassian hasn’t done much to live up to the high expectations that were set for him when he entered the NHL. Even this season, he has a mere 24 points in 72 games and it’s hard to imagine him being a valuable fantasy hockey asset unless your league consists of one category and that category is ‘hits’. Well, strange things can happen when you’re thrown on a line with two players who have combined for over 200 points this season. Kassian has scored six goals in his last 12 outings and has averaged a respectable two shots per game over that span. He also has 28 hits during that stretch, a category in which he’s provided relatively consistent production over the course of this season. Another thing to like about Kassian recently is his ice-time, which has consistently been near 20 minutes over the past month. Unfortunately, Kassian isn’t a part of Edmonton’s power-play so he won’t be providing you with any points in that category.

  Look, I get it. It’s the fantasy hockey playoffs and your championship is on the line. You’re hesitant to use one of your few adds on a player that has just 141 points in 459 career games. But the beautiful thing is, you’re not relying on Zack Kassian for production, you’re relying on  McDavid and Leon Draisaitl. I don’t think there’s a more reliable duo in the league. Can we take a second to appreciate the huge step forward Draisaitl has taken this season? He tallied an impressive 70 points in 78 games last year and has already smashed that mark with 95 points in 75 games this year. He sits fourth in league scoring and only Alex Ovechkin and John Tavares have scored more goals this season. Then there’s McDavid, but you don’t need me to tell you how good he is. I’ll simply remind you that he has 108 points in 71 games this season and sits second in league scoring behind only Nikita Kucherov. When’s the last time a team had two players tally 100 points and still missed the playoffs?

  The Kassian-McDavid-Draisaitl line has played about 200 minutes together this season, during which they’ve outscored opponents by a margin of 17 to 10. The trio has controlled 54 percent of the shot-share and 54 percent of all scoring chances created while they’re on the ice (Line Stats from NaturalStatTrick.com). Essentially, they’ve outshot, out-chanced and outscored their opponents. Sounds like a recipe for success!

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  Notable Lines from Last Game

  Using Dobber’s Line Combination Tool, I found a few lesser-known players who may be more valuable going forward, based on their linemates from the team’s most recent game. It is important to note that some of these lines can be broken up just as quickly as they were assembled.

  Alexander Nylander with Jack Eichel and Conor Sheary (Source)

  J.T. Compher and Alexander Kerfoot with Nathan MacKinnon (Source)

  Jayce Hawryluk with Vincent Trocheck and Mike Hoffman (Source)

  Sven Baertschi with Elias Pettersson and Brock Boeser (Source)

  Alex Tuch with Paul Stastny and Mark Stone (Source)

    from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-home/nhl-line-combinations/lining-up-under-the-radar-adds-for-championship-week/