#antoine roussel imagine

[bourbon-ontherocks]

En ces temps troublés, je me suis amusée à imaginer pour quels partis voteraient les personnages de l'Art du Crime, et je me fais rire toute seule donc voilà, have fun with me.

Florence. Ses parents ont voté Mitterrand en 1981 et c'est une tradition familiale qu'elle perpétue sans exception. Rare électrice du PS encore sur le pont après 2017, elle aime les fleurs et surtout les roses.

Pierre. Comme sa fille, fidèle du Parti Socialiste et réfractaire à l'idée de changement même si idéologiquement il est de droite maintenant. Le saviez-vous ? La famille Chassagne est à l'origine de 30% du score d'Anne Hidalgo en 2022.

Antoine. Pas de parti attitré, Antoine il vote utile, c'est sa vocation. Il fait barrage où on lui dit, la dernière fois qu'il a voté pour un parti auquel il s'identifiait vraiment, c'était en 2002 (il avait voté Besancenot au nom de l'Internationale de la babyface).

Alex. Très envie de lui faire voter Renaissance parce que "en même temps" et "quoi qu'il en coûte" sont un peu ses deuxième et troisième prénoms, mais en vrai, Alex, il vote plutôt écolo. Il sait ce que c'est de voir arriver les catastrophes avant tout le monde et d'être la voix de la raison que personne n'écoute. Et puis toutes ces capsules de café au bureau, là, niveau développement durable c'est pas top.

Adèle. Parti Communiste Français. Elle distribue de la merch à l'effigie de Fabien Roussel en festivals. D'autres questions ?

Hugo. Le parti d'Edouard Philippe que personne connaît, là, Horizon, parce que c'est un peu les hipsters de la macronie.

Juliette en saison 4. MoDem, parce qu'elle a une tête à avoir un oncle qui connaît personnellement François Bayrou.

Juliette en saison 7. Parti animaliste.

La psy de Florence. A émigré et s'abstient (de tout signe de vie) depuis la circonscription des Français de l'étranger.

Le psy de Florence. Agent du chaos qui ne peut que voter LFI.

Nathalie. Probablement RN pour pouvoir retourner à Moscou, mais personne n'a jamais osé lui poser la question.

Varane. Reconquête parce que je l'aime pas 🤣

Nathalie Vallon. Est décédée. Est donc tout à fait qualifiée pour voter LR.

[dailyhockeyimagines]

antoine roussel // rules of marriage

requested by @dertiger31

warnings: slight cursing

who: antoine roussel x reader

premise: you get into a fight with your husband, Antoine

a/n: I wanted to try writing this in a bit of a different style: please let me know how you all like this style of writing!

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Rules of marriage #1: Communication! Don’t be afraid to tell your spouse if something is bothering you, chances are it will only be a small issue that will be easily fixed with compromise. If you choose to forego communication, small problems build and become bigger problems and that’s where the real troubles arise.

When you were 24, young, hungry and fearless, not to mention madly and newly in love, you thought you could take on the world. There was nothing it could throw at you, no problem too big, that you couldn’t handle, especially with Antoine at your side. You two married, a small ceremony, and set off into your new life, happy and excited.

3 years later, and the honeymoon was certainly over. Life was now daunting and stressful, each day posing new obstacles. The life of a hockey wife, which once sounded luxurious and fun was now revealing itself to be, on most days, lonely. You had picked up your entire life and moved to Dallas for Antoine, just to spend most of your days without him as he traveled on the road.

Still, you were happy. Your life wasn’t everything you had expected it to be but you had a job, and friends and a husband who loved you. You had no reason to be upset. Except that never stopped you from feeling upset anyways.

You couldn’t always pin down what was exactly making you so sad and you imagine that is because it isn’t one thing but a collection of things. 

Your unusual relationship with your husband due to his work didn’t allow for you to have a ton of time together: you tried to text and face time whenever he was on the road but that’s never the same. Because of this, all of the time you two got to spend together in person, you tried to keep light hearted. You didn’t have the time normal couples had to be serious AND loving so you just picked one and chose the latter. 

So everything that bothered you even a little, every small problem was tucked away in the corner to collect dust. And this worked fine for a few months but the thing about shoving it aside is that it built up until it demanded to be addressed. And at that point, it wasn’t so small anymore. 

Rules of marriage #2: Try to avoid yelling and accusatory statements. Perspective is key: try and remember that your spouse is human and they will make mistakes, as will you. Working through problems in a civilized manner will help establish an equilibrium in your relationship as well as understanding and better solutions. 

You hadn’t meant for it to happen like it did. But at this point, there was no way to stop it from happening that way. 

Antoine was coming home from a few rough away games and you yourself had had a bad week at work so you knew tensions would be high. To calm yourself down and maybe ease some of it, you decided to make dinner: lemony fish with a fresh salad and white wine. As a perfectionist, you made sure every detail was in place, plating the dishes perfectly and finding the perfect wine to balance out the fish. When everything was in place, you put on light music and went to your room to change into a dress Antoine had bought you for your anniversary last year: you really wanted this to be next to perfect.

Antoine finally came home a little later than you expected him to, walking over and half-heartedly kissing your cheek with a quick half smile before dropping his stuff and walking into the living room to watch TV.

You followed him in dutifully, standing against the door frame as he flipped through the channel. 

“I made dinner” you spoke, softly as to not startle him.

“Oh. I already ate. Thanks, though” he said, not looking away from the screen as he did so.

This is the part you weren’t so proud of. It was an innocent mistake. He hadn’t know that you had made food; he probably thought he was helping you out by eating out after his flight. But the mixture of exhaustion, stress and restraint on top of the other things you hadn’t brought yourself to complain about caused you to go a little crazy. The perfect storm.

“That’s it? I realize you had some shitty losses, but I had a pretty stressful week at work too, thanks for asking, and I just wanted to do something nice for both of us, so we could talk like real couples do over dinner, so I went out of my way to cook and you already ate and all I get is a “thanks, though”? And on top of that, I got dressed up in the hopes that maybe my husband would compliment but no the only thing he has eyes for is that fucking TV. I’m sick of this, Antoine!”

You didn’t even realize you were yelling until your shrill voice cracked a little under pressure, fighting back tears you wouldn’t dare shed.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N). It’s not a big deal–”

“Not a big deal? No, you’re right, if it happened once it wouldn’t be. But the same shit happens every time we are together. And I never say anything because by the time I finally work up the guts to do so, you are already gone and I’m alone again. So it is a big deal! We are like fucking puppets living out someone else’s life, An! What happened to the guy I married?”

“What about the woman I married? Because you certainly aren’t her. I’ll sleep in the guest room” he spit back, rushing upstairs without even turning off the TV. You shut off the mocking commercial before also rushing off, making sure to slam your door extra loud.

Rules of marriage #3: Never go to sleep angry. Fighting is normal but it is so important to work everything out before the next day comes around.

You slept alone most nights but there was something about tonight, knowing your husband could be in bed beside you and instead was down the hall, that kept you up. 

You had meant what you said: things definitely had to change. But not if they also cost you your husband. Falling asleep still took longer but you were finally granted some knowing that tomorrow you would apologize.

When you woke up, you were nervous that Antoine wouldn’t forgive you: you two almost never fought and certainly never at this scale.

Your nerves subsided, however, when you were greeted to the smell of eggs as you walked downstairs. The table was still set from last night but filled with delicious omelets and mimosas, as well as freshly bought roses. Antoine was wearing the shirt you had recently given him, attempting to mimic what you had done for the two of you last night. You couldn’t help but grin, wrapping the robe around you tighter as you approached.

“I’m so sorry” you begin to say, resting a hand on his cheek.

“Don’t be. You are right, you deserve better. I’m sorry too. You most certainly are the woman I married: headstrong and amazing. I love you.”

You meet his answer with a soft kiss, short but loving as you sit to eat.

“You know” you say, after gulping down a sip of your mimosa, “we’re doing this all wrong.”

“Doing what?” he said, between bites.

“Marriage. We are doing basically the opposite of what normal married couples are supposed to do.”

He chuckled a bit at your response, reaching across the table to grab your fingers and intertwine then with his.

“That’s because we aren’t a normal couple”

“We certainly aren’t” you say, putting your second on top of where your other one laid in his. 

“And (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

[running-on-fanfiction]

Antonie Roussel - Kitchen Mess

Could you write something real cute and fluffy about Antoine Roussel?

As long as you and Antoine have been together, you have never received a cooked meal from him. Now, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was more of the fact that he couldn’t. Antoine was an awful cook. I mean awful. He burned everything, or it was under cooked. You found it cute when he tried.

You had gone food shopping after work. The next week was going to be crazy, and you knew if you didn’t go shopping now, you two would not have any food for the next week. You were in the chip aisle when your phone went off.

“Hello?” You answered looking at all the colorful bags in front of you.

“Y/N, what time will you be home?” Antoine asked. His voice sounds like it was laced with pain.

“Um, in about 15 minutes or so. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just stubbed my toe. Oh can you get some cleaner for the um for the kitchen?”

“Sure. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah! See you soon. Love you! Bye.”

“Love you too weirdo.”

You continued your shopping without any thought  of the weird talk you just had with your husband. You placed the bag in your trunk and headed home. It wasn’t until you parked your car in your driveway when you noticed a smell.

It smelled like burnt food. You grabbed the bags out of your trunk, before heading to the front door. As you got closer to your house you realized that, that smell was actually coming from your house.

“What in the worl-shit.” You opened the front door as fast as you could to see a cloud of smoke coming from the kitchen.

“Antoine?! Are you okay?!” You yelled worried that something bad happened.

It wasn’t until you saw his face emerge from the kitchen with a shy smile, that you understood he tried to cook again.

“Oh, Antoine. Why?” You giggled placing the bags on the floor and hugged your husband.  

“You’ve been so stressed lately, that I thought I would do something special for you. I have been taking cooking classes and everything, but something still went wrong.” He smiled placing as kiss to your eyelid.

“Oh baby, how did I get so luc-wait cooking classes?” You perked up.

Antoine just smiled as he walked back into the kitchen. To your surprise there was a table full of cooked food. Along with two place settings.

“I don’t get it? What did you burn?”

“A towel. I was so happy about actually cooking, that I threw the towel on the burner.” He gave you a weak smile.

“So, you actually, cooked all this. Like you, and just you?” You were dumbfounded at everything in front of you.

“I did! Good surprise?” He asked wrapping his arms around you.

“No.” You smiled at his frown. “It’s a great surprise! Thank you so much baby.”

“You. *kiss* are *kiss* very *kiss* welcome *kiss*. Now let’s eat.”

-Julianne

[slapshotsandoneshots]

Player: Antoine Roussel

Prompt:

Thank you so much! Im glad you enjoy my writing! 💕

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Anxiety & Birth Issues

Preview: Antoine chuckled at your statement but you were already overthinking about it. Your usually overactive little French fry was being quite still today. You hoped it was just because you had yet to eat something. Maybe after you ate he would perk up, you thought.

Characters:. 2060 words.

Masterlist is right here.

You felt as if you were the size of a small whale. You were almost 30 weeks pregnant with your first child. You and Antoine were ecstatic when you found out. The Frenchman couldn’t wait to be a father and he boasted it about it whenever someone was in earshot.

You, on the other hand, were a wreck. You couldn’t be happier but your never-ending worries were at an all-time high. You were currently standing in the mirror trying to pull one of Antoine’s shirt over your bump. You were still struggling when you heard a chuckle behind you.

“Is that my shirt?” he questioned coming up behind you and wrapping his arms as far as he could reach. That didn’t help the situation.

“It’s the only thing that fits.” You snapped with a huff. You sat down on the bed to try and somehow figure out how to put on your shoes. Antoine chuckled once more watching you try to maneuver your legs at such an angle so you could tie your sneakers.

He leaned down and began to tie your shoes as you pouted. “It’s hard to tie your shoes when you can’t really see your feet you know.” You tried to defend.

“You can’t see your feet because our little French fry is growing to be big and strong like his papa.”

You just shook your head at his statement. “Well if he keeps up beating me up in there, he’s going straight into the sin bin when he’s born, just like his papa.”

Antoine chuckled at your statement but you were already overthinking about it. Your usually overactive little French fry was being quite still today. You hoped it was just because you had yet to eat something. Maybe after you ate he would perk up, you thought.

“Breakfast awaits my charite,” Antoine says pulling you up off the bed and out of your thoughts.

Antoine had the day off and you both decided to walk to a small crepe café a few blocks down. Antoine loved to steal away to the café whenever he could. It was a genuine little French bakery and he liked to think of it as a little piece of home here in Dallas.

You both walked down the street hand in hand, Antoine going back and forth between speaking to you and your belly. You reached the café slower than usual due to your waddling. Antoine gave you a look with a smirk. You dared him to make the mistake of quacking at you, he once made with Tyler and Jamie. The couch wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep.

You sat down outside and the waitress didn’t even ask your order before bringing you your normal drinks.

You waited for your food and kept up with Antoine’s small talk. You were still consumed with your thoughts. You were mentally pleading with your unborn child to just give you some type of movement.

Antoine realized you were lost in thought and grabbed your hand. “Y/N, everything okay?”

“Something’s wrong.” You finally blurted out.

“What? Babe, I’m sure it’s all fine.” He responded grabbing your hand tighter.

“I haven’t felt him move since last night.”

“Y/N, the doctor said…”

“I don’t care what the damn doctor said. He’s in my stomach, and I think something is wrong. I want to go to the hospital.” You snap and Antoine is taken aback. He stands slowly and goes to pay.

You wait with your arm crossed, you felt bad for snapping at Antoine. But you were worried and that triumphed your husband at the moment. Antoine called for a cab and you were off to the hospital.

The ride was silent, Antoine rubbing your back to try and reassure you that everything would be fine.

Once you reached the hospital, you were whisked away connected to wires and IVs. Antoine never left your side. He was used to your worries now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried himself, he was. He was so frightened to become a father but he wanted to be your rock. He knew you need someone to hold your hand as you go off on tangents about some crazy rare genetic issue or rant about the hard corners of your coffee table.

The doctor came into the room. Antoine looked up from his running mind as you grasped his hand a little tighter.

The doctor offered you a reassuring smile. “Everything is looking good Mrs. Roussel. Baby is doing fine. We are a little concerned about his heart rate, it’s a little low but we aren’t worried just yet.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned.

“It means that I am having you be put on bedrest. No more working, No more traveling, and trying to stay calm during your husband’s hockey games.” He chuckled gesturing towards Antoine.

He smiles as he finishes the paperwork and discharges you.

You steal a quick smile to your husband as he helps you up from the bed.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” You look at him guiltily 

“There is no worries love, I find your protective mama bear side quite sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Bedrest Roussel” you remind him 

“My thoughts involve bed but not rest” he chuckles as you take a cab home.

 A few days later you sigh as you watch Antoine packing his bags for another Dallas road trip.

“You sure you’re okay? I could call Coach and tell him I can’t come.” He asks worriedly.

“And keep you here to annoy me? I’m supposed to be relaxing babe.” You laugh as he throws a pillow at you gently. 

“I will keep the little French fry in here cooking, I promise.” You smile resting your hands on your large belly.

“You better!” he quips putting the last of his things in his duffle.

“Don’t you trust me?”

He placed a kiss to your temple as he hoisted the bag on his shoulder.

“Je t'aime”

“Je t'aime aussi 

“I’ll call you when we land, call me after your doctor’s appointment.” He quips, waving as he walks out the bedroom door.

 Katie swung by your house to pick you up for your doctor’s appointment. She promised Antoine that she would keep an eye on you.

You smiled as you got into the car. 

“How’s my favorite baby mama?” she asked pulling out of your driveway.

“I’m feeling good” you smile nodding.

You reach the doctor’s appointment and are called in quickly. For once you are sitting on the familiar examine table without a worry. The last few days have felt good. That feeling was short-lived. The nurse taking you and the babies vitals turned white, ignoring your questions as she set off to find the doctor.

Katie could see your frown growing and quickly grabs your hand rubbing your arm.

The doctor filed in quickly looking over your charts. “Mrs. Roussel, I want to admit you into the hospital.”

 “What” you choke out your world suddenly crashing.

“The baby’s heart rate is rather low and so is your blood pressure. I’m not saying you are going into labor but I want to monitor you and the baby’s levels.”

“Oh…okay.” You nod trying to process what has been said to you. 

Soon you are being led upstairs, Katie following close behind. Everything is a blur, your worries consuming you.

You are laying in the hospital bed watching as a nurse places an IV in when you hear Katie groan. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

She looks at you apologetically. “It’s just… that I can’t get a hold of anyone.” 

“You what?” you ask, the tears already forming in your eyes. 

Katie rushes to your side. “Hey, Hey. Remember what the doctor said, this doesn’t mean you’re going into labor. It is just a precaution”

You just nod as she plays with your hair to relax you.

“Now I am going to run to your house quickly and get you some comfy clothes because as much as I love you, this hospital gown is not cute.”

You chuckle wiping away the stray tears.

“And while I am doing that, I am going to track down the entire Dallas Stars Association and figure out who I have to murder.” She rubs your hair one last time and then turns to leave.

You sigh and hope to just get some rest, closing your eyes for a moment. You don’t know how long you sat there until you hear a loud screech of beeping. You open your eyes to see your room filling with doctors and nurses. You keep asking what’s going and it’s like they can’t hear you, causing your fear to grow. 

Finally, the doctor turns to you. “Y/N, the baby’s heart rate has fallen to low, we need to go in and do an emergency C-section.”

“But it’s too early, I haven’t come to term. I thought this was just a precaution.” You plead. 

“It started off that way but looking at your levels, this is you and your child’s best chance. Not only is the baby in distress but so is your blood pressure. It is important…” 

You knew you should be listening but you were being suffocated by thoughts of your own. What were you going you do? Had Katie gotten in contact with Antoine? All you wanted in this moment was Antoine telling you it was somehow going to be okay. You hadn’t even picked out a name. The nursery wasn’t ready...

“Y/N? Mrs. Roussel?” The doctor pulled you from your thoughts

“We need your consent, Mrs. Roussel.”

“Fine. Yes. Okay.”

You were suddenly being frantically prepped and pushed towards another room. All you could do was the stare at the bright light shining down on you. You focused on the light until suddenly your world went black.

 You were still staring into the darkness when your hearing returned. You were unsure and disoriented. You heard an uneven breathing and then a steady beeping. You opened your eyes to see Antoine sitting in a chair next to your bed his head in his hands. You could hear him talking to himself in French

“Antoine?” you try, your mouth dry and your voice coming out raspy.

Antoine’s head jerks up and he rushes to your side.

“Y/N. Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. The plane ride here was torture.” He states peppering kisses to your face.  

“Where is he?”

“He’s in the NICU, he’s so beautiful my love. He is so little, but he’s doing good. We can go see him if you feel up to it.”

You simply nod and Antoine goes to get a nurse. They both help you into a wheelchair. The pain is strong but not seeing your son for a moment longer is unbearable.

The silence radiates as Antoine pushes you through the sterile hallways.

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise.” You say softly.

“Promise?”

“I promised that I would keep the little French fry cooking and I didn’t.”

“Love, you are excused from promises you are unable to keep.” He places a kiss to your temple and turns a corner.

No one has to tell you which baby is yours, you know the moment you enter the room. The small baby in the incubator takes your breath away. Antoine helps you stand. You stagger a bit from the pain but he steadies you.

“We make handsome babies Roussel.”

“We make strong babies Roussel.” He answers.

You nod leaning into the crook of his neck.

“He needs a name.”

“I like Olivier” Antoine pipes in quickly.

“I like the ring of that, Olivier Roussel.”

Antoine smiles down and you both just take in the marvel that is your newborn. You knew you had a long road ahead of you and many more years of worries but one look at Olivier and it was all worth it. How did Antoine choose you? How did you wind up so lucky?

[thats-pucking-amazing]

Stress *Requested* (Antoine Roussel)

I know I said that Willy was next, but I just couldn’t get it out, so I wrote this one in the meantime. I really am sorry about the huge delay, but I’m really pleased with how this turned out. I hope y’all like it!

Requested by: @dertiger31 who said “Could you do a cute Antoine Roussel one? Like maybe start with a fight but have it end all fluffy?”

Warnings: Don’t think so.

Requests: Open!

Up Next: Hopefully Willy, if not Nico Hischier

“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” You whispered to yourself as you maneuvered yourself up the steps to your fourth floor apartment. This normally wasn’t such a taxing experience, but on crutches….different story.

When you reached the third floor you stopped to catch your breath, mentally cursing the complex owners for not installing an elevator. It would make being a clumsy, a talent that came naturally to you, much easier. You steeled yourself and then started moving again. Only 16 more, you could do this.

“Finally!” You whisper-shouted as you reached your front door. Leaning a crutch against the wall you rummaged around your bag to find your keys. You retrieved them, but then watched in dismay as the crutch that had been leaning against the wall crashed to the ground. “Oh, come on!!”

You stuck your lanyard into your mouth and attempted to lean down and reach the fallen crutch, while still balancing on the other. It was a precarious position to say the least. Your fingers grazed the metal, but couldn’t grab ahold. You adjusted your grip on the other one and reached out and grabbed it. Hefting yourself back up to a regular standing position, you finally opened the door.

Hobbling to the couch, you collapsed onto it and examined your new fashion accessory. A bright green synthetic cast that covered your right foot up to mid-shin. Great. And it wasn’t even your fault. At least, that’s what you were claiming.

You had been walking through the parking lot of your office when one of your coworkers had called out to you. Without breaking stride, you’d turned around to wave goodbye, but your right foot missed the memo of turning and you fell over a speed bump. An ER trip, three hours, an embarrassing subway ride home, and you’d come full circle.

Relaxing onto the cushions you pulled out your phone and cringed when you saw six missed calls from Antoine. Your boyfriend of almost two years was not going to be a happy camper at your negligence...at least you had a good excuse. You bit your lip and clicked on call back. It rang for about .5 seconds before he answered.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!” He shouted. You held your phone away from your ear lest you end up back in the ER with a burst eardrum. “I get a call from the hospital saying that my fiancee was admitted and I hear nothing from you?! What is going on Y/N?!”

“I’m doing great. Thank you for asking.” Was all you said.

You heard a growl. “Y/N. This is not the time for joking.”

“I just tripped and fell. That’s all.” You heard nothing. “Babe?”

“You went to the hospital because you fell? Doesn’t that seem a bit overdramatic?” He asked.

“I guess it could be seen that way. I hope that’s not how you feel.”

There was another pause. You could feel him rolling his eyes. “I’ll be home in about 15 minutes.” And then he hung up.

“Thanks for the concern, babe. Love you, too.” You sassed at the phone.

You sighed, looking at your crutches. Then proceeded to hobble down the hallway to change. You and Antoine went out for dinner every friday during the offseason, since you spent so much time apart during the season. It was rarely at a fancy place, but instead tried to discover small hole-in-the-wall joints.

You finagled out of your work clothes and attempted to find something you could wear. Skinny jeans were out because the leg wouldn’t fit over your cast and you ruled out sundresses after observing how once you moved around they rode up and got caught on the crutches. After finally deciding on just a pair of shorts and a tank top you moved back to the living room.

As soon as you sat down the front door opened. Antoine walked in with his face buried in his phone and without even looking up walked into the bedroom.

“Nice to see you, too.” You muttered. Taking a page from his book, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of your cast. You posted it on twitter with the caption “At least it’s victory green. I think I was a bit too eager for the season to start.” You had just put your phone back in your pocket when Ant came back out.

“Ready?” He asked. He still had not looked at you yet. “I was thinking we could go to the diner we had our first date at? We haven’t been there since Valentine’s Day.”

You smiled. “That sounds good to me.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.” And he was out the door. And he still hadn’t noticed your new accessories. Ridiculous.

Temper rising you grabbed your crutches, and as best as you could, stomped to the door. You slammed it shut and locked it. He wasn’t even waiting on you, he was already halfway to his car. You grit your teeth and started the slow descent down. At least it was easier going down than up.

Your phone started ringing when you reached the landing between the first and second floor. You paused and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Are you coming? I’ve been in the car for five minutes.”

You clenched your fists and worked to keep your voice even. “I’m almost all the way down. Just give me a minute.” You hung up without waiting for a response and started descending again. Two minutes later you had reached the SUV, unsurprised to see him still on his phone. You put your crutches in the backseat and using the car as support, hopped into your seat.

“Took you long enough.” Ant said putting his phone in the cupholder and looking up at you.

Your mouth dropped and your eyebrows raised. “Are you serious?!”

He furrowed his brows at the indignation in your tone. “It took you almost 10 minutes to get down here. I know you like to take your time, but that’s a bit ridiculous.”

You felt your cheeks flush in anger. “I can not believe you.” You held up your hand to stop his response. “Just drive. I’ve had a bad day and you’re not helping anything. Just...drive.” You turned on the radio and crossed your arms across your chest before pointedly looking out the window. Maybe now he’d get the memo.

The twenty minute drive passed in complete silence between the two of you. He parked the car and looked at you.

“Look, I’m sorry if I upset you. I’m just a little stressed.”

You exhaled loudly. “It’s ok. I guess it just hasn’t been a good day for either of us.” You shot him a weak smile and he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hopefully, it’ll get better now. Let’s go eat.” He walked over and opened your door for you, evidently trying to make up for his behavior from earlier. You grabbed his hand and used it to help you get out, balancing on one leg.

“Thanks.” You said, lightly wobbling. “Could you…”

He looked you over, noticing your wobble. You saw his eyes widen when he got to your cast. “YOU BROKE YOUR LEG?!” He yelled. “YOU DIDN’T THINK THAT YOU SHOULD MENTION THAT?!”

You narrowed your eyes. “If you would have paid a bit more attention when you got home, this conversation could have happened there.”

“Don’t pin this on me! I called you and as soon as you bothered to answer asked what was going on. And all you said was that you tripped and fell.”

You shrugged, “And technically, that’s all I did do. You didn’t ask if I was ok or anything.” You said in a small voice. “You yelled at me and then said I was overdramatic.”

“Babe…”He ran his hands through his hair. “I would have never done that if I knew you were this hurt.”

“It shouldn’t matter if I was hurt or not.”

“You’re right. I’m so sorry. Forgive me?”

You pretended to ponder. “I guess so. Now will you get my crutches out please? It’s killing my other leg to try and balance this long, even with the car to help.”

He pulled them out and after you were settled, the two of you headed for the entrance. Ant whispered something to the hostess and she immediately led the two of you to a table in the back corner.

“What did you tell her? There are other people waiting...it’s rude of us to take their table.” You protested.

“I called earlier in the week. They knew we were coming.” He explained, pulling out your chair. “Just sit down and enjoy. Do you want to prop your foot up?”

“I probably should.” After he made sure you were all adjusted he finally sat down. Almost immediately a waiter was at your table delivering two glasses of water and asking what you would like to drink. You both let him know and Antoine ordered an appetizer for you to share. Your waiter disappeared and you turned your attention to Ant. “What’s going on?”

He widened his eyes in feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re up to something. And I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

“There’s nothing to get to the bottom of!” He protested.

You just made a skeptical face. “Mhmm. What made you so stressed today?”

“Just….things.” He answered vaguely.

“Wow. Such an enlightening answer.”

“Your sarcasm isn’t needed. I have enough of my own.”

“I decided to share anyway. Now seriously, what’s been bugging you? Is it the upcoming season? Your contract? What’s bugging you?”

“Just something that I’ve been planning for a while. I can’t seem to get it right. I just want it to go smoothly.”

“I’m sure that whatever it is will work out perfectly.”

“I hope so.” He muttered.

The rest of dinner went smoothly. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you now that both of you had let go of your anger. The food was delicious and Antoine surprised you with a surprise dessert.

“Now I’m very suspicious.” You said as the waiter sat the chocolate mousse in front of you. “We never get dessert. Did you do something?”

“No. I didn’t do anything. “It’s what I’m about to do.”

“What do you mean-” You started to question, but then he stood up. And got down on one knee. “Oh my gosh.”

“Y/N.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve tried for weeks to come up with the right words to say for this, and none of them can come close to describing our relationship and the love I have for you. We have had our bad days, our knock-out drag-out fights, but we’ve also had our wonderful days that are just filled with us and our love. I am beyond grateful for the day you came into my life and I’m not about to let you realize how out of my league you are. You’re absolutely perfect in everyway and I love you. So, Y/F/N...will you marry me?”

You nodded vigorously, wiping the stray tears off your face. “Yes.” Then you threw your arms around his neck. He pulled you close as he stood up, supporting your weight to keep you off your foot. He put you back in your seat and then slid the sparkling diamond onto your finger.

“Thank you for saying yes.”  He whispered.

“Are you nuts? I love you, of course I said yes. Wait! Is this what you’ve been so stressed about lately? Did you honestly think I would say no?”

“Yes...and I don’t know. You’re just so perfect and I haven’t been the greatest lately…”

“Aww, Babe.” You cooed. “I love you, having a few bad days could never change that.”

He smiled and kissed you hard on the lips. “I love you. Are you ready to go home? I’ll help you up the stairs this time.”

You gave a chuckle. “No, I’m not ready to go. I’m not about to let this dessert go to waste. So you may as well sit down and take an artsy picture of me with the ring shining while I eat this.”

He laughed loudly and for the first time in awhile, you saw the tension leak from his shoulders. “I think I can do that.”

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought and if you saw any blazing errors!

[yourhockeyboys]

Get Your Shit Together

This was requested... so thank you for requesting, also thank you for liking the way i write i appreciate it lots.  Also my requests are still open.  I hope you all enjoy!

-Cassie

            All your friends had grown up, gotten engaged some even married, at the very least they were in extremely stable relationships.  You on the other hand well you were in a stable relationship but when all the girls started asking questions about his family you didn’t have answers.  You hadn’t met Antoine’s family.  You had only met his team in passing because you ran into them while you were on a date, Antoine wanted to get away so fast you were a little bit hurt but brushed it off as he wasn’t ready for that step, it was early in your relationship but now it wasn’t early.  It had been about seven months since then.  

           So with the comments of your friends swarming your head and the alcohol coursing through your veins you walk into Antoine’s apartment with the pure intention of confronting him and asking him why you hadn’t met his family or his team.

           “Hey babe, how was girls night?” he asks walking out of the bathroom towel slung low on his hips and beads of water falling from his hair.  Fuck him and his perfect self, you wanted to be annoyed but you just couldn’t be.

           “Good” you say softly “it was nice, I just wish it happened more often ya know?”

           “Yeah I get it” he says walking back into his bedroom.  

           “Antoine?” you ask following him “what are we?”

           “What?” he asks laughing “is this a trick question?”

           “No, I mean are we serious?  We’ve been together almost nine months and that’s a pretty long time so I would think we’re serious but I haven’t met your family or your team and so I was just thinking, what am I to you?”

           “Where is this all coming from?” he asks pulling a shirt on “Was it Stephanie?  She always makes you feel like shit after going out, or Veronica?”

           “No, well yes” you pause “but it’s me too, Antoine I need to know if you’re serious about this relationship or if your just figuring shit out.”

           “Why, why do you need to know (y/n)?  Will you leave if I’m not serious?”  Now a simple question has made him mad.  Not at all your intention but now there’s no going back on it.  

           “Antoine, I only asked you a question” you yell at him “is our relationship serious to you or not?”

           “Why the hell do you have to bring this up now?  The night before a game (y/n) what the fuck!”

           “Fine Antoine you know what fuck you!” you spit back at him “call me when you’ve got your shit together!”  With that you storm out calling an uber, you waited for it to show up.

           The door closing behind you didn’t startle you, but the blanket being wrapped around your shoulders did.  The smell on the blanket was identical to Antoine, a smell you had gotten used to over the nine months.  

           “Come on it’s cold out here” he says softly “let’s go back inside and actually talk about this, no yelling just talking.”

           “I don’t want to talk about it” you say wrapping the blanket around you tighter.  As much as you didn’t want to admit it, the Dallas air is a little chilly.

           “I do, I didn’t realize it was such a big deal that you hadn’t met my family or the team.  It just makes me nervous,” Antoine says sadly wrapping his arms around you “but I’ll call up some of the guys tomorrow and we can grab some dinner?”

           “Really?” you ask excited.  

           “Yeah, really. (y/n) I never want to make you feel like I don’t need you, because I do every second of the day I want to be near you and when I’m not I just crave you.  You are everything I have ever wanted, everything I have ever needed.”  

           “Let’s go back inside, it’s a bit cold out” you say smiling up at Antoine.  

“I’m sorry I made a big deal out of nothing.”

           “If anything, I ever do makes you upset or anything I don’t do, you need to tell me because I want you to always be happy.”

           “Je t'aime tellement” he smiles at you leaning down to kiss you.

           “I love you” you smile into the kiss, being startled apart by the honking of a horn.

           “Va te faire foutre” Antoine yells at the poor guy causing you to laugh “come on let’s go.”

x

[siriusist]

most embarrassingly Canadian crush go

Okay, two spring to mind and I think you can tell a lot about me by how these crushes go.

First, I’m going to go with Jim Cuddy from Blue Rodeo? Because when I was like three I saw him on TV and he had fabulously swishy hair, an amazing voice, and even though he’s like sixty-five now and his kid is like literally somewhere around my age (and unfortunately nowhere near as good looking), look at this epitome of early ‘90s Canadiana.

I believe Rolling Stone even a couple of years ago referred to his “boyish good looks.” So it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who notices he’s clearly the looker in the band. xD

And then even though he’s not Canadian-Canadian, he moved to Quebec from France when he was a tot to play hockey- which is Antoine Roussel, who plays for the Dallas Stars and I had a massive crush on when I was like fifteen or sixteen before he got married, settled down, and had kids (Seriously though if he was still single I’d be on that like white on rice and by on that I mean hyperventilate in his vicinity hoping he’d notice me).

I went to visit my friend down in Texas when I was younger, she’d never been to a hockey game before, so she literally thought the fucking equipment manager was Antoine Roussel and he was just coming out early, and I swear I froze like a deer in the headlights for five minutes before I heard her say he was fucking with the equipment and I almost strangled her. xD

But seriously look at this after-hours interview candid shit they do in the States like could you imagine getting this close to the players in Canada- he’s also now in Vancouver because life likes to taunt me.

FUCK HIM AND HIS SMIRKY-ASS FACE HE CAN GO DIE IN A FIRE- XOXO AN INTJ WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HER FEELINGS

(Oh and back in the day his favourite workout song was apparently “Losing My Religion” by R.E.M. and absolutely none of the idiot boys I knew liked classic rock growing up so that made me even more sure as a fifteen year old we were destined to be together, CLEARLY.)

[hockeyisforthegays]

the canucks: a primer

i’ve been noticing a lot of new ppl interested in the canucks lately so uhhh... thought i’d make a bit of a introductory post since i’ve been a fan for years now and have lots and lots to say so.. heres a brief overview starting w the guys i KNOW got ur attention:

brock boeser #6: yes, he DOES look like prince charming from shrek, yes, ppl really do call him the flow, and yes, i have genuinely seen ppl wear “the flow” t shirts around vancouver. here’s a documentary on him that can tell you more than i ever could

elias pettersson #40: the alien himself, had to learn english but is already fluent in sass. he and brock are road roomies and “”best buddies””.

bo horvat #53: a small town farm boy with a tiny dog and a big heart. friends superfan. he’s going to be the next captain, the only question is when it becomes official

ben hutton #27: certified weirdo. always smiley, calls his naps “shuttsy bo buttsy for huttsy.” watch his famous striptease to barbie girl

alex edler #23: aka “eagle”, longest serving canuck and team dad

chris tanev #8: idk what to say except like... handsome. important part of the defense.

jake virtanen #18: frat boy extraordinaire, his teammates apparently call him Tuna. fans call him “shotgun jake” because if he scores a goal u gotta shotgun ur drink

jacob markstrom #25: i have nothing to say except i love him very much, he led the league in shootouts this season facing 46 shots, and he’s not afraid of small hats. he’s always smiley, has fake ears painted on his helmet, and made eye contact with me, once

antoine roussel #26: vancouver’s favourite fighting frenchman (from ACTUAL france). signed as a free agent because he liked playing in vancouver so much (!!)

troy stetcher #51: too small to be a defenseman. someone protect him. pls. bonds w bo over being friends superfans. he and brock boeser were college teammates and share an apartment together in vancouver

nikolai goldobin #77: pretty boy... real pretty boy

sven baertschi: sven baertschi 

henrik #33 and daniel #22 sedin: they have retired but they’re still important!! legends. everything about them is very Psychic Twins. TBT that one time they were in a sort of quiz competition against each other which ended in a tie, and for the tie breaker ... this happened. also, daniel is now a school crossing guard in vancouver, apparently. imagine taking ur kid to school and one of the hockey legends you’ve watched for 18 years is there just in a reflective vest and holding a stop sign

thatcher demko #35: our rookie goalie whom we’ve been developing for what feels like ages and he’s finally in the show and we’re all excited !

quinn hughes: the new kid, played a few games at the end of this season and will most likely get a larger role going forward. his brother is jack hughes (projected 1st overall pick in 2019)

+other rookie/prospect names of note: adam gaudette, jett woo, brogan rafferty, olli juolevi. as a sidenote we are cursed to never draft higher than 5th overall even when we were the literal bottom of the league and its terrible. terrible

[drabblemesilly]

Antoine Roussel #1

Requested by Anon:  Since it seems Antoine loves to fight could you write an imagine where Antoine Roussel gets in a bad fight during a game because a player on the other team was making vulgar/rude comments about you. Afterword when you see him he's all cut up and being adorable but still angry at what the other man had said.

*Here it is!! Aaah, thank you. I hope you like this one. Rouss is my favorite French man. <3 Enjoy!*

Word count: 808

Minou was nowhere in sight, which is weird because that cat is with Antoine wherever he goes. How many times have you woken up in the middle of the night just to find them cuddling on the couch? Countless times, you couldn’t even remember the last time you cuddled on the couch without Minou sitting by the foot, waiting for his turn.

“Where’s Minou?” you asked curiously, sitting on the edge of the couch and putting the basin of lukewarm water on the floor.

“Je ne sais pas,” he shrugged before wincing, clearly not hiding the fact that his shoulder is bothering him.

You frowned, “it’s weird that you don’t know,” you told him honestly, “or it’s weird that he’s leaving us alone,” you sniggered.

Minou is a jealous cat. He’s always been in Antoine’s life and then maybe he wasn’t fond of having someone else, like you, share his alone time with his human.

“You’d like that,” he teased.

It’s not that you hate Minou, you love that cat, it’s just that his jealousy gets to you sometimes. Is that weird? You, a human, jealous of a cat? That’s funny.

“Sometimes,” you chuckled, “but he has these cat instincts and he just knows every time you get into a fight,” you paused, “which is every other game, mind you,” you couldn’t resist pointing out.

You took out the warm, damp, hand towel and pressed it against his bruising face, “tonight was particularly bad,” you started to clean the cut on his lip, “I thought you broke your nose.”

He smirked, “but I broke his nose which is more awesome.”

You snorted, “you say that like you came out of the fight unscathed,” you pushed the towel a little harder and he winced, “you need to be extra careful now,” you reminded him, “you’re not the youngest enforcer anymore, Rou.”

He pulled you into his embrace, “but you have to agree,” he kissed the top of your head, “I am still the most handsome.”

“Only because Segs doesn’t fight,” you laughed, joking before sobering, “you can’t punch everyone who looks at you silly,” you told him.

“But he wasn’t just looking at me funny,” he defended.

“Well, you can’t punch everyone who chirps you,” you changed your statement.

He stroked your hair softly, as if you were the one who had a messed up face and not him, “he was not a good person,” he justified his actions, “he said some pretty mean things.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, turning so you could see his face, “like what?”

“Did they tell you Django was an ugly cat?” you joked. No one would ever dare tell Antoine Roussel that his cat was ugly. Minou isn’t even ugly, honestly. For all his jealousy and the times he slept on top of your fresh underwear, Minou is a lovable and mellow kitty.

“More like he told me that you looked like the type to fuck the entire Stars roster,” he said grumpily.

You frowned at that, “that’s not really nice,” you muttered, “I’m glad you punched him,” you leaned back against his chest, “he deserved it. Did he say more?”

You felt him nod, “but I’m not gonna tell you anymore,” he growled, “so I hope you understand why I had to break his nose,” he reasoned, “I would’ve broken more if I could.”

You sat up and looked down at him, giving him a gentle smile, “thank you,” you kissed his jaw, “but you didn’t have to do that. I’m furious and I will kick his balls the next time I see him,” you started, “but you didn’t have to get your face wrecked for me.”

He frowned, like maybe he didn’t understand what you were saying, “I love you so I did,” he scoffed, “no one has the right to say bad things about my girlfriend and my cat.”

You sniggered, “of course.” Minou is included in the equation, “would you have fought just as hard when he said that Minou was the ugliest cat he’s ever seen?”

He frowned, “are you telling me that Minou is the ugliest cat you’ve ever seen?”

You laughed, “hypotheticals! And no, Django is not ugly, so?”

He sniggered, pulling you against him again, “maybe not as hard,” he told you, “maybe I would have docked more.”

“Okay,” you smiled, satisfied by his answer. What would you have done if he said yes? Strangle the cat.

“You have to repay me for defending you honor,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah? How?”

When he didn’t answer, you lifted your head to see his face. He had his bruised lips puckered, “maybe a kiss?”

You kissed him gingerly, making sure that you didn’t apply pressure to his bruise. Pulling back, you beamed at him, “just a kiss, my gladiator?”

He grinned back at you, tightening his hold on your waist, “maybe also a cuddle.”

[tyzerman91]

Not Letting You Win

Request: Can you do a Jamie Benn imagine where he's your husband and you have 4 kids ages 6 months, 2 years, 4 years, and a 6-year-old. You decide to surprise Jamie at the NHL media day with your kids. Super fluff and sweet and then once he's finished he brings his family out for pizza and icecream.

A/N: IDK, man. I think it’s fluffy?

Word Count: 1204

Warnings: None. (I think.)

You tried to keep all the boys together. Tired being the key word. Because as soon as you walked into the building. JT was the first to find someone he'd rather be with and run. Of course, you trusted Tyler, who was JT's favourite, but you brought the kids to surprise Jamie.

Jaxon was next. At only 4, he already decided he wanted to be a goalie. Ben, who was traded to Dallas in 2017, adored the boy and didn't mind him following him around.

Roussel was the next to borrow a child. Jeremy was 2 and quickly became fond of the Frenchman who would make funny faces for him.

You shrugged. You weren't going to complain about having the majority of your children being looked after. Not when you had a 6-month-old baby to look after. Jace was the most recent addition to your family. A happy accident. You transferred him to the other hip and began the search for your husband.

It didn't take long to find him. They had him on a patch of ice in full gear. Between this and him in a suit, it really is no surprise you have four kids together. Because damn. He is easy on the eyes.

You stand quietly in the corner, just watching. They finished up and move on to the next set. This time he's just in normal clothes (and still panty dropping hot) with this year's Stars shirt.  They're asking him questions and having him repeat phrases. He's adorably awkward. Even after all these years, he's still media shy. It was one of the reasons you ended up meeting him for the first time.

“Now, next we have Benn, Jamie.” The coordinator said reading the name off his list. “Take it easy on him, he’s a rookie.” The current player said. “This is his first time.”

“OK, so try not to look directly at the cameras.” The interviewer tells him. The man in front of you looked like a solid 11 in his suit. You weren’t sure how she was able to form a sentence. “Don’t look at the cameras got it.” He says quietly. Remember to breathe. Don’t look at the cameras. My eye contact with the interviewer. Don’t say um.”

The woman begins to fire off questions. You can tell he’s uncomfortable. He’s shifting in his seat and wringing his hands. It was like she didn’t need to breathe. She just keeps asking questions. You knew she wouldn’t stop. It was like they could smell when you were uncomfortable. You’d been in a couple interviews like that.

“I’m so sorry, but they need him on the ice. Now.” You interrupt the woman. She doesn’t even seem phased. She just nodded and waved the two of you away.

“Uhh, thanks for that.” He rubs his neck. You pick that as his nervous habit. “I’m Jamie.” “(Y/N).” You say.

“So what’s it like being married?” You tune back into the present. “Well, I’ve been married for a little over seven years now. So that’s a pretty old question.” Jamie laughs. And god it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve heard.  “But it’s great. She's the best. I fall more in love with her every day. And she’s the mother of my children. Honestly, I’m so lucky.” “You and (Y/N) have recently welcomed a new addition to your family.” “Yes, Jace. He just turned 6 months last week.” Jamie has a wide grin on his face. “And he already sleeps through the night. Which is a blessing.”

“Some of the other players bring their wives and children to events like this. What’s your reasoning behind coming solo?” You get a little ticked at this question. Who is this guy to ask such a question. “Uh, well (Y/N) did just have a baby. So I really just want her to get some rest. She will always come before anything.” Jamie rubs his neck. “And of course we have four children all boys now, so getting them all to cooperate is difficult. But mostly because I don’t like to share her with anyone I don’t have to.”

“I think you just set the bar for men everywhere.” The interviewer says with a chuckle. Jamie nods and happens to see you.

“(Y/N)!” He says, his face lighting up. “And Jace.” “I thought we would surprise you.” You say with a small smile. “Where are the rest of the Benn boys?” He says taking Jace from you. “Well JT saw Ty and bolted. Antoine took Jeremy. And well, you know Jaxon is always with Ben.”

“Two more and the world could have a hockey team made of only Benn’s.” The interviewer said. “It might come to that is Tyler never settles down.” You laugh. “I’ll take this one and wait-“

“Oh no. You two can stay right here with me.” Jamie shakes his head. “I’m almost done, then we can get ice cream.” “Ice cream?” You question him. “Yeah, gotta win back my boys affection some how.”

…

“And then Benny pulled out a set of, of” Jaxon is telling his story excitedly. “Mumma, what’s the thing called?” “The pads.” You say. “Yeah, he had a set made. Just, just for me Dad.” Jaxon eyes are sparkling. “And they’re green! They match you guys!”

“That’s pretty cool Jax. Did you thank him.” Jamie asks wiping Jaxon’s hands. He is a sticky mess. “Only like a million, billion times.” Jax rolls his eyes. “He’s the greatest. I tell him all the time Dad.”

“What about you JT? Did you have fun with Uncle Tyler?” Jamie asks the oldest boy. “Yeah. He’s teaching me how to shoot a wrist shot and says after I master that, he’ll teach me how to shoot a backhand shot.” JT is finishing up his ice cream. “He says soon I'll be better than you and him. And when I’m older you can teach me to fight.”

“Sure thing bud. Remind me to kill Uncle Tyler for telling you fighting is OK.” But the smile on Jamie’s face gave him away.

“Babe, you OK?” Jamie asks, breaking you out of your trance. “Wha- Yeah. Just thinking.” You say. “‘Bout what?” “How lucky I am.” You say.

“I’m the lucky one.” Jamie wraps an arm around you kissing your temple. “Because I get to wake up to the most beautiful woman in the world every morning. A woman who not only married me but gave me four beautiful children.” “But I got you.” You say putting your hand on his leg. “And I think you’re pretty special.”

“This is the only time, I’m not letting you win,” Jamie says taking your hand. “You never let me win.” You boop his nose. “You goon.” “I let you win every time we play one-on-one.” He laughs. You fake horror. “What do you mean, you let me win? You’re telling me I’m not capable of beating an NHL player at hockey?” “Of course you are,” Jamie says. “When said NHL player allows you to score on him.”

“I love you.” You say. “I love you.” Jamie kisses you.

“Gross!” JT says covering his eyes. “Uncle Tyler was right, you guys are saps.”

[thrashermaxey]

Lining Up: Tuch, Pacioretty, and Eakin – December 4

  In this week’s instalment, we focus on one particularly hot line. 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

Colorado

Gabriel Landeskog – Nathan MacKinnon – Mikko Rantanen

27

2

Winnipeg

Kyle Connor – Bryan Little – Patrik Laine

26

3

Philadelphia

Claude Giroux – Sean Couturier – Travis Konecny

24

4

Columbus

Artemi Panarin – Pierre-Luc Dubois – Cam Atkinson

24

5

Vegas

Max Pacioretty – Cody Eakin – Alex Tuch

22

6

Toronto

Zach Hyman – John Tavares – Mitchell Marner

21

7

Tampa Bay

Tyler Johnson – Brayden Point – Nikita Kucherov

20

8

Washington

Alex Ovechkin – Nicklas Backstrom – Tom WIlson

19

9

Montreal

Jonathan Drouin – Max Domi – Andrew Shaw

18

10

Dallas

Jamie Benn – Tyler Seguin – Alexander Radulov

18

11

Minnesota

Jason Zucker – Eric Staal – Mikael Granlund

16

12

Calgary

Johnny Gaudreau – Sean Monahan – Elias Lindholm

16

13

Pittsburgh

Jake Guentzel – Sidney Crosby – Dominik Simon

13

14

Los Angeles

Alex Iafallo – Anze Kopitar – Dustin Brown

13

15

Carolina

Jordan Martinook – Lucas Wallmark – Andrei Svechnikov

11

16

Edmonton

Drake Caggiula – Connor McDavid – Leon Draisaitl

11

17

Islanders

Anthony Beauvillier – Valtteri Filppula – Leo Komarov

10

18

Nashville

Colton Sissons – Nick Bonino – Austin Watson

10

19

Ottawa

Brady Tkachuk – Colin White – Mark Stone

10

20

Rangers

Chris Kreider – Kevin Hayes – Filip Chytil

10

21

New Jersery

Marcus Johansson – Pavel Zacha – Jesper Bratt

9

22

Buffalo

Jeff Skinner – Jack Eichel – Jason Pominville

8

23

Detroit

Tyler Bertuzzi – Luke Glendening – Michael Rasmussen

8

24

Florida

Mike Hoffman – Aleksander Barkov – Evgenii Dadonov

7

25

Chicago

Brandon Saad – Jonathan Toews – Patrick Kane

7

26

San Jose

Timo Meier – Logan Couture – Joe Pavelski

5

27

St. Louis

Robby Fabbri – Brayden Schenn – Robert Thomas

5

28

Vancouver

Tyler Motte – Bo Horvat – Antoine Roussel

5

39

Anaheim

Pontus Aberg – Adam Henrique – Nick Ritchie

5

30

Arizona

Alex Galchenyuk – Nick Schmaltz – Clayton Keller

5

31

Boston

Sean Kuraly  – David Backes – Chris Wagner

3

                                                                      Max Pacioretty – Cody Eakin – Alex Tuch

It’s always nice when a trio of hockey players is able to outshoot and out-chance their opponents. It allows me to believe in their ability to play together as a unit, and remain together because of their strong possession play, even when they’re not scoring. Well folks, this isn’t one of those situations, because the advanced stats for the Pacioretty-Eakin-Tuch line are pretty underwhelming. They’ve controlled 47% of shot attempts, 47% of scoring chances, and just 45% of high-danger opportunities. Despite this, they’ve outscored their opponents 10-6. Don’t be too discouraged by this, I remember earlier in the season when Mikko Rantanen, Nathan Mackinnon and Gabriel Landeskog had poor underlying numbers, and they’re still the best line in the NHL (their advanced numbers have improved since then).

This offseason, when I heard Max Pacioretty would be playing with Paul Stastny, I began to imagine what Pacioretty could do beside an actual top-six center – a luxury he never had in Montreal. When word got out that Stastny would need months to recover from a knee injury, I began to worry for Pacioretty’s numbers. A worry that only grew when he registered just two points in his first 14 games. Some started to wonder whether his 37 points during the 2017-2018 season were to be considered the new normal. But then, Max Pacioretty showed us what Patrik Laine recently showed us – that goal scorers are streaky. In his last 10 games, Pacioretty has 13 points – eight of which were goals.  With that being said, even after this recent hot stretch, he’s only on pace for 50 points this season, a far drop from the near-70-point seasons we’ve seen in the past. It’s also worth mentioning that he’s currently on pace for 225 shots, a number that was closer to 300 when he was tearing it up in Montreal. I think we see him finish in the high 50s/low 60s this season, but there’s definitely potential for more.

As of right now, Alex Tuch is owned in just 48% of Yahoo! Leagues. In a couple of years, as he continues to develop, I expect his ownership will range from 95-100%. The 22-year-old was selected 18th overall in the 2014 draft, and already has 20 points in 20 games this season. I’ll admit, I don’t get to watch the Golden Knights too often, but poker Legend Daniel Negreanu does, and he thinks Tuch has been the team’s best player recently. Tuch is a really exciting player who is probably flying under the radar in your fantasy league, so why not pick him up and ride his hot streak (eight points in his last six games)? Sure, he probably won’t finish the season as point-per-game player, but there’s no harm in acquiring a 55-60-point player for free – especially when he’s playing on the top power-play unit.

Compared to his line mates, Cody Eakin has the least long-term value. No disrespect to him as a player, but he’s 27-years-old and his career-high in points is 40. I know we’ve seen careers take off in Vegas, but in most cases, that’s been a result of an increased role. Eakin’s role now is actually smaller than the one he filled in Dallas, alongside Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin, with 17 minutes of ice-time a night. He’s currently scoring on 26% of the shots he’s taking, which is not going to last as the season progresses, so don’t expect him to achieve the 56-point pace he’s on. 45 points? Much more realistic.

If you couldn’t stand to read the word vomit I spewed above, please take a second to watch the beautiful goal below…

    Follow me on Twitter @BrennanDeSouza for the latest injury updates and line combinations!

  Interesting Line Combos

  Alex Galchenyuk – Nick Schmaltz – Clayton Keller

  Brad Marchand – Colby Cave – David Pastrnak

  Sebastian Aho – Jordan Staal – Teuvo Teravainen

  Brandon Saad – Jonathan Toews – Brendan Perlini

  Dominik Kahun – David Kampf – Patrick Kane

  Alex DeBrincat – Dylan Strome – Alexandre Fortin

  Ryan Hartman – Ryan Johansen – Kevin Fiala

  Tomas Hertl – Logan Couture – Joe Pavelski

from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-home/nhl-line-combinations/lining-up-tuch-pacioretty-and-eakin-december-4/

[running-on-fanfiction]

Antoine Roussel - If you could be...

Could you do an Antoine Roussel imagine? Btw I love the writing on this blog! I got hooked after the Black Roses series!

Author’s Note: Aww thank you Doll! I’m glad you enjoyed the Black Roses series!!! That makes me happy to hear that. :D -Julianne

Nights like tonight where the ones that reminded you why you loved Antoine so much. He could make something so simple, like laying in your backyard on a blanket in the grass at night watching the stars and talking. Your head laid on his chest while his arms were holding you.

“If you weren’t a hockey player what would you be?” You asked eyes in awe at the dark sparkly sky.

You felt his rise up from the chuckle he let out before he answered you. “I think I would be a cop. I’ve always liked helping people.” He said placing a kiss to your head.

“Hmm. You would be a very sexy cop.” You giggled looking up at him.”

“Why thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

“If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?” He asked looking up at the stars in awe.

“I would be a bird….one that flys. Two reasons. One, I could fly where every I want, whenever I want AND I could poop on people for the fun of it when I was having a crap dad.”

“You have been hanging out with Tyler to much.” He laughed.

“If you could eat any dish for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Easy! Pasta! If you could get paid for doing anything, what would it be?”

“Reading, duhhhh!” You rolled your eyes playfully as you kissed his chest.

“Book nerd.” He joked.

“HEY!”

“I love you my little book nerd.” He smiled.

“I love you too my sexy cop.” “Oh god! Don’t say that in front of the guys.” He groaned.

“To late, I’ve I’ll ready send out a mass text saying to call you sexy cop from now on.” You joked looking up at him with a smile.

“Gee, thanks.” He said with an eye roll.

-Julianne

[slapshotsandoneshots]

Player: Tyler Seguin – Dallas Stars

Prompt: This was a request but I accidentally deleted the ask in my inbox. Enjoy.

 Mentions: Jamie Benn, Antoine Roussel, & Patrick Sharp

 Warnings: Angst & Curse Words

 Preview:. “Why are you in here Jamie?” you tried. You wanted to see how long his teammates and your so called friends would cover for Tyler.

 Characters:.  1498 words.

The Masterlist is here. 

 You stood in front of the hotel room door. You knew Tyler was behind it with a girl. You saw his escapades on snapchat. You flew out to New York to see it for yourself. You sighed still staring at the door you went to knock when you heard the door across from you open. You turned to see a very shocked Jamie Benn standing in the doorway with an ice bucket.

“Y/N…What are you doing here?” he asked nervously.

 “I came to see Tyler obviously? I was told this was his room.”

 “Yeah, he’s not in there right now, why don’t you come hang out with us?”

 You nodded, not completely convinced but it was better than the alternative. You walked into the room and were greeted with hellos from Roussel and Sharp.

 You sat down for a few seconds on the edge of Sharp’s bed making small talk, they all seemed nervous. You glanced around the room noticing the number 10 and 21 bags sitting in the corner. Your eyes followed to where the bed was mad for another person to sleep. You knew only two players were assigned to each room and Jamie was normally Tyler’s roommate.

 “Why are you in here Jamie?” you tried. You wanted to see how long his teammates and your so called friends would cover for Tyler.

 “I was just hanging out with the boys here. You know team bonding and all…”

 “How long are you going to lie for him?” you asked crossing your arms and waiting for an answer.

 “Y/N…” Jamie started. You looked and saw the guilty faces painted on Roussel and Sharp. You felt like an idiot. Tyler was cheating on you and everyone but you knew.

 You stood from your place on the bed swiping the key that read Tyler’s room number on the counter.

 You stomped your way across the hall Jamie not far behind you.

 You swiped the key and swung the door open.

 As much as you knew it in your mind, your heart wasn’t ready for what you were met with. There was Tyler on top of some girl. You froze.

 “Jamie I told you….” He stopped the moment he saw you.

 “Y/N….”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” You went to jump him ready to kill him and whatever bimbo was lying beneath him.

 Jamie grabbed you around the waist and dragged you from the room.

 “Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted. You didn’t care how loud you were being.

 “Y/N, just come in the room and calm down.”

 “Come in the room? You must be joking! You knew!” You hit him in the chest and you looked around noticing a few heads popping out from their doors.

 “You all fucking knew!” You spun around bringing your hands to your face and rubbing them down your face.

 “I can’t believe this shit.” You chuckled incredulously.

 “Y/N, he’s our teammate…” Jamie started.

 “Don’t feed me that shit Jamie.”

 “He’s your teammate and Guess what? I am still a fucking human being Jamie. None of that seemed to matter to you though.” You stated simply stepping into the elevator. The last thing you saw was Jamie standing in the middle of the hallway and Tyler running out in gym shorts.

 You got home and packed up all your things before Tyler could get home from his road trip. You had missed calls from every single person on the Dallas roster. You wanted to hear nothing from any of them. You definitely didn’t want to see any of them especially not now after what you knew now. You were pregnant. You found out right after you got home. You thought the sickness was from heartache but you were mistaken.

 You planned on not telling any of them. Dallas was a big place, no one knew where you had moved and you figured you didn’t mean much to any of them anyway.

 Months passed. You attended doctor’s appointments alone, you went through the back pain and uncomfortable, and here you were leaving work with your giant baby bump. You wanted to slip out of your heels immediately. Your feet were swollen and you don’t know why you bothered with them in the first place.

 You got in the car ready to go home but the baby had other plans. Your desire for gingerbread cookies suddenly overcame the pain in your feet.

 You were now standing in the cookie aisle debating between deciding what cookies you wanted and if it was socially acceptable for a pregnant woman to take off her heels in the middle of the grocery store.

 You were pulled from your thoughts by your name. You glanced towards the end of the aisle, and your face fell.

 Jamie stood with Katie both of their faces in utter shock.

 You looked back to the cookies hoping you had imagined the whole affair, but the steps you heard coming towards you told you otherwise.

 “Is this why you didn’t talk to any of us?” Jamie asked

 You scoffed. “I didn’t tell any of you I was getting fat because I figured you didn’t care anyways.”

 “Y/N you know that isn’t true. We all care about you a lot”

 “You all have a rich way of showing it.”

 “Just to put it out there, I had no idea and if I did I would have helped you kill them.” Katie butted in reaching to give you a hug. You tried your best your stomach would allow.

 “How far along are you?” she asked placing a hand on your stomach.

 “Six Months.”

 “Are you going to tell him?” Jamie asked.

 “I wasn’t planning on it but I assume you are. I would ask you not to but he’s your teammate and nothing I say matters.”

 “He deserves to know Y/N.”

 You just shook your head, offering a goodbye to Katie, grabbing your cookies and walking back down the aisle.

 You got back home, you figured you only had hours before your phone would be blowing up. You thanked your stars that he didn’t know where you lived.

 You were wrong. There were no phone calls, not text messages. Nothing.

 You shrugged it off and tried to get some sleep.

 You headed for work the next morning opting for sandals instead of heels. You walked down the sidewalk from the parking garage.

 “You told Jamie, but you didn’t tell me?”

 “I don’t have the energy for this Tyler.” You sigh

 “Well too fucking bad!”

 “Tyler this not the place. I am not doing this, not here and not now.” You answer firmly.

 “I am sorry is there a more convenient time for me to catch you lying to me?” He snaps.

 “Tyler!”

 “You don’t think you being pregnant would have weighed into my decisions?”

 “I knew it would Tyler! But you didn’t want to stay with me! You cheated on me! You think I want you to be stuck with me because I am having a baby?”

 “Our Baby.” Tyler corrected.

 “I didn’t want you to be with me because of this baby and then you resenting and hating me for the rest of our lives.”

 “You got a damn good start at it didn’t you!”

 “Just please don’t be mad at me.”

 “Be mad at you? And it's Angry, not mad, angry.” Tyler shouted.

 “Okay” You state crossing your arms. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

 “I am angry with you! And I have a good reason to be angry with you!”

 “You’re not in love with me.” You say out of the blue.

 “What are you talking about? I love you Y/N.”

 “Yes, I know you love me Tyler but you aren’t in love with me.”

 “Dammit Y/N, Yes I am! I am so in love with you and it scares the crap out of me.”

 “You don’t think I was scared? That I’m not scared? There is a baby inside of me Tyler, and I can’t get my life together for five fucking minutes.” You shout, voice cracking.

 “We can fix this. We can get through this Y/N.

 We can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! You cheated on me Tyler and I don’t know if that’s something I can get over.”

 “Y/N, Please.”

 “I’m going to be late to work.” You walked passed him and into your building. You didn’t know if you were going to be okay.

[yourhockeyboys]

what imagine are you going to post next?

Next up (tonight probably) is Mikael Granlund one that was requested 

After that will be a Antoine Roussel one that was also requested 

[thrashermaxey]

Ramblings: Hoffman, Pacioretty, Couture, Bozak, Ferland, and Roussel – July 12

  In just three weeks, the 2018-19 Dobber Hockey Fantasy Guide will be released. Be sure to head to the Dobber Shop to grab your copy! The guide is updated periodically until the season begins to reflect trades, injuries, and new line combinations, so even if you’re early, you won’t miss out on up-to-date information.

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Dominik Bokk signed his entry-level contract with the Blues on Wednesday and it seems he’ll be headed back to Sweden for the 2018-19 season. With the bevy of signings and trades St. Louis has made in the last few weeks, there’s no real need to rush the sniping prospect into the NHL. I know dynasty owners are going to be disappointed but it’s the right call.

In talking with Cam Robinson around draft time, Bokk was a guy he mentioned among the non-elite to keep an eye on. St. Louis evidently thought the same thing as they traded up to draft him. The more I read about him, the more impressed I am with him though it seems the hockey community is kind of split on him. Some saw him as a mid-first pick, some didn’t see the potential. I’m starting to be a believer, though the usual disclaimer applies: I’m not a prospects writer nor do I scout them. I rely on the excellent work of people like Cam.

You can read Bokk's Dobber Prospects profile here. 

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Nothing fantasy hockey related, but a pretty fun read from Adam Gretz at Pro Hockey Talk about the Jaromir Jagr trade out of Pittsburgh all those years ago.

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Just to reiterate something about the Florida Panthers: one of Mike Hoffman and Evgeni Dadonov will not be on the top PP unit this year (for the most part). Now, Dadonov did not really need a bevy of PP points to perform well last year, so he can still be a 55- or 60-point guy without that slotting. If Hoffman is to top 30 goals for the first time in his career, though, he does need those minutes. Keep that in mind when draft season approaches.

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Something I noticed while trying to figure out San Jose’s line combinations for next year: Logan Couture has seen is individual shot-on-goal rate per 60 minutes at five-on-five decline every year since the lockout season. In 2017-18, he ranked 170th out of 367 forwards with at least 500 minutes in shots/60 minutes. Five years ago at the end of the lockout year, he was 29th out of 339 forwards with at least 300 minutes. In total, his shots/60 has declined about 34 percent over the last five seasons. We expect decline as a player ages but he’s still in his twenties and that decline came largely from age 24 through age 27.

Line mates? Role? Being more selective (his two highest shooting percentage seasons are the last two years)? Regardless, it’s going to be hard for him to repeat 30 goals if his shot totals don’t grow. 

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We’re hitting the quiet part of the off season. As far as trades are concerned, it seems inevitable both Max Pacioretty and Erik Karlsson are moved, it’s just a matter of when. We can probably add Jeff Skinner to that list as well. There are some cases going through arbitration from RFAs deserving of big contracts like Mark Stone, Jason Zucker, and William Karlsson. The signing of Patrick Maroon (you can read the fantasy impact here) basically means all the big-name UFAs are signed. In all, outside a few trades, there’s not much left until training camps hit.

As a side note, something I realized while writing these Ramblings: the Western Conference as a whole, outside of St. Louis and Calgary, didn’t really do a whole lot this off season, did they?

Chicago’s biggest signing might be Cam Ward.

Colorado signed some depth with Ian Cole and Matt Calvert.

The biggest addition/signing between Dallas, Minnesota, Nashville, and Winnipeg, four teams with Cup aspirations, is probably Blake Comeau? I guess Valeri Nichushkin though he’s really just a returning player.

The Kings signed Ilya Kovalchuk which may not be that big of a get depending how he performs.

Vancouver… well we’ll leave Vancouver alone. They know what they did.

Arizona added a few forwards but Alex Galchenyuk may be the only player of serious impact, and even that’s uncertain.

The Blues and Flames made pretty significant changes while most largely stood pat or handed out tens of millions of dollars to fourth liners. I suppose Erik Karlsson could change that equation if he does land somewhere like Dallas.

On the topic of UFAs, I think it’s worth reviewing the landing spots of some of the bigger names in new destinations either via trade or free agency. Too often, fantasy owners (present company included) just hand-wave a player going to a new team who seems to be just going into the same role on a new team and assume constant production.

Here are a few players whose production probably declines with their new team.

  Tyler Bozak

Bozak’s signing is solid for the Blues in terms of getting them a true third-line centre who can facilitate for their scoring wingers. In terms of fantasy hockey, owners need to realize that Bozak, going into his age-32 season, has one 50-point campaign (2016-17) and one 20-goal campaign (2014-15).

He’s going to a situation in St. Louis where his role at five-on-five won’t change much – third line in a sheltered role with talented wingers – but he will probably lose significant power-play minutes; Schenn-Schwartz-Tarasenko will eat a lot of minutes on a top unit while Ryan O’Reilly likely figures as the fourth. Losing just 30 seconds on the power play per game, which is a conservative estimate, will see him lose 3-4 points off his total from last year assuming constant goal rates. It’s that double-whammy where not only does his overall production decline, but his PP production as well, reducing his value in multiple roto categories.

He’s never been a multi-category performer so Bozak is basically only to be drafted in deep leagues or leagues that count face-offs. Though he’s going to what appears to be a very good St. Louis team going into 2018-19, the loss of power-play time is going to be a hit to what was already his meagre fantasy value.

  Micheal Ferland

As I mentioned in a review of the free agent signings a couple weeks ago, we’ve probably seen the best fantasy season we’re going to see from Ferland unless we see some dramatic changes to the Carolina roster. Last year saw a big jump in five-on-five ice time per game, garnering 1:45 more per game than his previous career-high. While the uncertainty around Jeff Skinner’s situation means there are likely more changes coming to this Carolina roster, as it stands right now, Teuvo Teravainen and Justin Williams are ahead of Ferland on the right side. They also just drafted a potential star in Andrei Svechnikov. If Svechnikov shows well early in the season, Ferland could find himself on the fourth line.

Now, Ferland is a left-handed shot even though he often played the right wing often in Calgary. But even if they moved him to the left side, he’s still behind Sebastian Aho and Skinner (for now). Brock McGinn had a solid season last year, Valentin Zykov showed promise down the stretch, and they added Jordan Martinook. If Skinner is moved and they don’t add another left winger, maybe Ferland ends up as the second-line left winger. But Skinner would have to be traded, the team would have to decide to move him to the left wing, and he’d have to outperform a few players to maintain that role. His best-case right now is that he’s moved around the middle-six for the Hurricanes, which is still a huge downgrade from spending nearly three-quarters of a season on a top line with Johnny Gaudreau and Sean Monahan.

Without top power-play minutes, which he won’t get, and top-line slotting, which he also won’t get, it’s very, very hard to see Ferland repeating 20 goals and 40 points. He can still be fine with a 15-15 season in leagues that count hits, but this is a serious downgrade for him.

  Antoine Roussel

I suppose no one drafts Roussel for point production. He’s drafted for triple-digit penalty minute and hit totals. And his shooting percentage is going to rebound from the 5.9 percent he shot last year, a far cry from his 12.7 percent shooting for his career going into the 2017-18 season.

All the same, anyone not playing on the top line for the Canucks is going to have a hard time scoring this year. There are a lot of hopes pinned on the likes of Elias Pettersson and Adam Gaudette but for now they’re still unproven rookies. In his last decent offensive season, Roussel was spending significant minutes with Tyler Seguin. I can’t imagine he gets a real shot with Bo Horvat and Brock Boeser.

Again, Roussel is going to spend time with unproven rookies or someone like Brandon Sutter. That’s with mediocre (at best) puck-moving defencemen behind them which may or may not include Chris Tanev in the near future. Despite being a rat on the ice, he’s an effective player. The problem is he may not get the same chance in Vancouver that he did at times in Dallas. A 25-point season would be a huge win. Though, as mentioned above, he’s not really drafted in fantasy for his point totals.

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Though the rumours for years have been that Max Pacioretty is on his way out the door, M-A Godin of The Athletic says that a trade is going to happen soon, given that the team will not negotiate a contract extension with him. It seems the tenure of one of the top goal scorers in a generation of the team’s history is over.

That’s not hyperbole, either. Though he’s not near the top of the franchise list in total goals scored, he did have one of the best peaks in team history. He was late to the NHL and suffered injuries, so his first full season was 2011-12 at the age of 23. In the six seasons from the age of 23 to the age of 28, he scored 189 goals in 439 games, or 0.43 goals per game. That is the highest goals per game mark of any Habs player since the mid-1980s. Quite literally, Montreal fans waited nearly three decades for a goal scorer as consistent and prolific as Pacioretty.

Wherever he ends up, hopefully he’s embraced by his new fan base. During his peak, Pacioretty was among the top wingers in the league and 2017-18 saw a decline due to injury. If he’s healthy when he returns, his new team will get a tried-and-true top-line left winger.

from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-rambling/ramblings-hoffman-couture-bozak-ferland-and-roussel-july-12/

[yourhockeyboys]

Could you do an Antoine Roussel imagine? I really like the way you write so I don't really want to give any specifics...

Here you go!!! I hope you enjoy it!!  here

my requests are still open so pop by my asks and let me know what you want!!