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s4kura-tr3 · 1 month ago

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An: So I answered this but accidentally posted jt and ended up losing the request so.. but here it is!! (Tyy so much I had fun writing this!)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji.

GOJO SATROU

“Hey, what’s with the long face?” he asks, tilting his head to look at you. The ever-present cockiness in his tone is muted, replaced by genuine curiosity.

You shrug, but your body betrays you. Your gaze flickers to his hand resting on the couch, the faintest twitch in your fingers as if you’re debating reaching out.

Gojo notices, of course—he notices everything. “Ah, I see,” he says softly, his tone warm, the smirk fading into something softer. “C’mere.”

Before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his lap, his arms circling you with an ease that feels natural, like he’s been waiting for this moment. His infinity is off, and you feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his hold, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You could’ve just said you needed this,” he murmurs against your temple, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

You melt into him, letting yourself relax for the first time in what feels like ages. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckles, the sound low and comforting. “Bother me? Sweetheart, you couldn’t bother me if you tried.”

His touch is endless—gentle squeezes, soft caresses, his hand slipping into your hair to scratch lightly at your scalp. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, letting you soak in the comfort, letting you take what you need.

“Feel better?” he asks after a while, his voice a soft hum in your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice, and his grin returns, boyish and proud. “Good. Because you’re not getting up anytime soon.”

GETO SUGURU

The hall was dimly lit, the air thick with reverence and tension as Suguru addressed his followers. His voice carried an air of authority and calm, his words weaving a narrative that captivated everyone in the room—except for you.

You sat at the edge of the gathering, tucked into the shadows, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d attended one of these meetings, but tonight, something inside you felt particularly heavy. You hadn’t seen much of Suguru lately, his time consumed by his plans and responsibilities, and the ache of longing had been growing sharper by the day.

Your gaze followed him as he moved through the room, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. You couldn’t help but fidget, your fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeves as the longing for his touch gnawed at you.

Finally, Suguru’s sharp eyes caught yours from across the hall. His words didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. A subtle tilt of his head signaled for you to follow him as he finished addressing the room.

You slipped out quietly, your heart pounding, and found him waiting in a quiet corridor outside. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“You looked like you were about to burst in there,” he teased, his tone soft but amused.

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t want to interrupt…”

Suguru stepped closer, his voice dropping to something warmer, more intimate. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. If you need something, you can come to me.”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling foolish now that you were face-to-face with him. “I missed you.”

His expression softened, the smirk fading as his hands came to rest gently on your shoulders. “Is that all?” he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Suguru sighed, his thumb brushing along your jaw as he pulled you into his arms. His embrace was steady and grounding, his scent and warmth enveloping you like a shield against the world. “You could’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of your head.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Suguru chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter soothing against your skin. “Distract me? You’re the only thing I want to be distracted by.”

He held you for a long moment, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back. When he finally pulled back, it was only to cup your face in his hands, his gaze meeting yours with quiet intensity.

“Stay with me,” he said simply. “You don’t have to sit on the sidelines. You’re my priority, always.”

His words made your heart swell, and you nodded, leaning into his touch. Whatever weight you’d been carrying melted away in his arms, replaced by the certainty of his care.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami had always been the picture of diligence. His desk was a battlefield of neatly organized papers and his fingers never paused as they flew across his keyboard. You understood his work ethic—it was part of what made him the man you loved—but tonight, it was harder to ignore the ache in your chest.

Curled up on the couch nearby, you’d tried distracting yourself: scrolling through your phone, reading a book, even watching TV. None of it helped. Your eyes kept drifting to him, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tie slightly loosened but still clinging to his work mode.

“Everything okay?” he asked without looking up, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

You startled, not realizing you’d been staring. “Yeah. Just… bored.”

He hummed softly, a noncommittal sound, as he adjusted his glasses and refocused on his screen.

You hated interrupting him when he was so clearly swamped, but the longing for his touch was growing unbearable. Finally, you stood and padded over to him, your presence so close finally making him glance up.

“Kento…” you murmured, your voice quieter than usual.

His gaze softened immediately, his work forgotten for the moment as he turned his chair to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling silly now that you were standing there. “I miss you.”

Nanami sighed, not in frustration, but in understanding. He reached out, gently pulling you closer by your wrist until you stood between his knees. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know I’ve been busy lately.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I know you’re working hard, but… I just wanted…”

“Me,” he finished for you, his lips quirking in the faintest smile. He tugged you into his lap, his arms circling your waist as if to anchor you there. The tension in your body melted away the second his warmth enveloped you.

“You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your voice muffled against his chest. “But you were busy—”

“And you’re more important,” he interrupted, his hand gently stroking your back. “The work will still be here in the morning. Right now, you’re what matters.”

You stayed like that for a while, his steady heartbeat grounding you, his touch easing every anxious knot inside you. When he finally returned to his desk, it was only after you’d fallen asleep in his arms, your body finally at peace.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. He had a roughness to him, the kind of man who didn’t waste words or time on things he deemed unnecessary. But he wasn’t blind to you—not to the way you’d been quieter than usual, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you sat across the room.

He leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp green eyes watching you like a hawk. “Alright, spit it out,” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, startled. “What?”

“You’ve been staring holes into the floor for the past ten minutes,” he pointed out, gesturing toward you with a flick of his hand. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” he said bluntly, sitting up. “C’mere.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.” He patted the spot next to him on the couch, his expression firm but not unkind.

You hesitated for a moment before shuffling over. The second you were close enough, Toji grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap with ease. His arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding, his warmth seeping into your skin as you froze.

“There,” he muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder. “This what you’ve been sulking about?”

“I wasn’t sulking,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you buried your face in his chest.

He huffed a quiet laugh, his hand moving to rub slow circles on your back. “Sure you weren’t. You could’ve just said you needed some attention.”

Your cheeks burned, but the steady weight of his touch was enough to melt away the embarrassment. “I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted softly.

Toji scoffed, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel secure. “You’re not a bother, idiot. If you need something, just ask.”

His tone was gruff, but the way his hand slipped into your hair, tugging gently, betrayed the tenderness he tried to hide. “You’re mine,” he added, his voice low against your ear. “That means you get what you need. Got it?”

You nodded, your body relaxing fully against his. He didn’t let go for a long time, his quiet presence saying more than any words ever could.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

The great Ryomen Sukuna was not known for softness. He was a figure of terror, a shadow cast over the land, feared by commoners and rulers alike. Yet here you were, curled up in the corner of his grand chamber, feeling the weight of your own solitude pressing down on you.

You didn’t dare interrupt him as he sat across the room, his powerful frame draped in ornate robes, one arm resting casually on the arm of his throne-like seat. His eyes, crimson and sharp, scanned the scroll in his hand. The flickering lantern light accentuated the demonic markings on his skin, making him seem even more untouchable.

Still, you couldn’t stop your gaze from drifting toward him. Sukuna noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“What is it?” His voice, deep and commanding, shattered the silence. He didn’t even look up.

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head quickly. “N-Nothing, my lord.”

He clicked his tongue, setting the scroll aside with a deliberate slowness. His eyes pinned you in place. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, his tone dangerously calm. “Come here.”

Your heart pounded as you rose and approached him, each step hesitant. When you were close enough, Sukuna leaned forward, his clawed hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. His gaze bored into yours, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“You’ve been restless,” he said, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Out with it.”

Your throat felt tight, but the warmth of his touch emboldened you. “I… I just…” You faltered, looking away. “I miss your touch.”

His smirk widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Is that so?”

You flushed, the weight of his gaze making you want to shrink away. But before you could retreat, Sukuna pulled you onto his lap with a startling ease. His arms, deceptively strong and unyielding, wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you think just anyone can ask for this from me?”

You shook your head quickly, your hands clutching the fabric of his robes. “No, my lord.”

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he pressed you closer, one of his hands stroking down your back with a surprising gentleness. “Good. Remember that.”

Despite his usual harsh demeanor, Sukuna’s touch was steady and deliberate. He didn’t speak much after that, letting you soak in the rare moment of affection. His chin rested atop your head, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back.

“Don’t make me ask next time,” he said after a while, his voice softer but still laced with authority. “If you want something, take it. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, the ache in your chest finally easing as his warmth surrounded you.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi wasn’t the most physically affectionate person, but he always seemed to notice when something was off about you. Tonight was no exception.

You sat across the room from him, your knees pulled to your chest, absently scrolling through your phone. The usual comfort of being in his presence wasn’t enough to ease the restless ache gnawing at you. You wanted to be close to him—needed it, even—but asking for affection didn’t come naturally to you.

“Hey,” Megumi called softly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up to find his dark eyes already on you, his head tilted slightly in concern.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, waving him off.

He frowned. “You’re a terrible liar.” Setting aside the book he’d been reading, he got up and walked over to sit beside you on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt. “It’s nothing, really. Just… tired.”

Megumi gave you a long, searching look. Then, with a sigh, he reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle but firm. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

The warmth of his hand against yours made your chest tighten. “I just… I miss you,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks. “I’m right here.”

You shook your head. “I mean… I miss you. Your touch.”

Megumi blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. Without a word, he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against him. His touch was a little stiff at first, as if he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but the weight of his arm felt grounding, comforting.

“You could’ve just said so,” he muttered, his voice low but tender.

You buried your face in his chest, your hands clutching his shirt as you soaked in the warmth and steadiness of him. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled.

“You’re not a bother,” he said firmly, his fingers brushing softly against your arm. “If you need something, just tell me. I’ll always make time for you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you relaxed fully into his embrace. He didn’t say much else, but his actions spoke louder than words—the way he held you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back, his quiet presence making you feel safe.

“Feel better?” he asked after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice soft against his chest. “Yeah. Thanks, Megumi.”

He hummed in response, resting his chin lightly on your head. “Anytime.”

YUJI ITADORI

The sound of rapid button-mashing and dramatic game effects filled the room as Yuji leaned forward on the couch, fully immersed in his game. His bright smile and occasional triumphant cheers were endearing, but tonight, they did little to soothe the aching need for his attention that had been building inside you.

You sat nearby, curled up with a blanket, stealing glances at him. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered his character through the game.

“Almost got it!” he exclaimed, the excitement in his voice pulling a faint smile from you despite your restlessness.

You fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, debating whether or not to speak up. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you let out a quiet sigh.

“Yuji…”

“Hm?” he replied absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the screen.

You hesitated, your voice quieter. “Can you take a break for a second?”

That got his attention. He paused the game and turned to you, concern flashing across his face. “What’s up? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your fidgeting betrayed you. “I just… I miss you.”

Yuji blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, without hesitation, he scooted over and reached for your hand. “You miss me? I’m right here,” he said with a grin, though the warmth in his eyes softened his teasing tone.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Not like that. I mean… I miss being close to you.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and his grin turned sheepish. “Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?”

Without another word, he grabbed your blanket and pulled you into his lap, wrapping both arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. His warmth was immediate, and you relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t mind pausing the game for you. You’re way more important.”

“You’re really okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I am!” he said, his tone full of conviction. “C’mon, I’m the master of multitasking.” He reached for the controller again, balancing it in one hand while keeping his other arm securely around you. “See? Now I get to game and cuddle you. Win-win.”

You laughed softly, the ache in your chest fading as his goofy but affectionate energy wrapped around you as much as his arms did.

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potatobugz · 1 year ago

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i just want to sleep man

*leans against door seductively* does anyone have any tips on what to do when its hard + uncomfortable to breathe and ur heart is beating faster than normal to the point where its hard to focus on anything else

#rambles #(will delete later)#it got worse a little bit #and k cant sleep even though k took multiple things tk help me sleep (melotonin and this muscle relax stuff)#i am anything but relaxed #im trying not to get into it cuz i dont like airing out all my problems to the whole world and o dont want ppl to worry or b uncomfortable #i just want to sleep. but i cant #i do t feel better i feel worse #i need to go to the doctor but i cant go until morning but i cant sleep so o haveto wait #im stuck im stuck and k cant do anythign abt jt #worst of all os that im worries this could be a heart thing in which case k definitely wont be able to sleep because of fear #the problem is that i dont know #sorry. sorryy #i wilk get throu it its just one rough patch out of endless tommorow #will #im sorry this is a lot.#i will be okay

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1stp-klosr · 1 year ago

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Pictures of Justin Timberlake - [220-231 /∞]

#justin timberlake #timberlake #jt #endless jt

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m1dn1ght-hag · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can I request diavolo reacting to reader who had become his wife/queen being hit on by another king who us visiting the devil domain? Saying things like "you are a lucky man", being overly touchy with reader, even going as far as asking if diavolo was willing to " share"?

note: I’m SO sorry this took so long to come out 😭 I just graduated so hopefully I should have more time to focus on being mentally ill 😝💪 the ending doesn’t rwallt fit the mood of the rest of the writing but i like jt too much tk get rid of it

somewhat proofread 😭

Content warning: uhhh catcalling???, inappropriate comments, objectification, jealous Dia

Fem!MC

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It had been a slow day for Diavolo, and knowing he had to attend a formal party after work helped a little to ease his nerves. The thing he’d be looking forward to all day is seeing you, who’d be accompanying him as his plus one. (as if you weren’t going to be invited anyways.)

He appreciated all the effort his citizens put into celebrating him, however he was simply too exhausted after how slow the day had been dragging on. It was his birthday and he was still forced to attend business meetings and keep up with his paperwork to avoid falling behind. (Barbatos’ orders. He’s scary when he’s angry, and Diavolo did NOT want to feel his wrath.)

A simple knock on his door alerted him of Barbatos’ presence, speak of the devil, before the butler let himself in. Upon entering the room and seeing Diavolo hunched over his desk, slowly dwindling away at the stack of documents he clicked his tongue.

"Young lord," he started, drawing Diavolo's attention away from the paper, "it's time to get prepared, we must leave in the next hour."

With a relieved sigh, Diavolo stood his stretched his aching limbs, glad to be going to the party seeing it as a distraction from the endless paperwork he had to sign.

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Being with you at the party definitely brightened his mood as the two of you chatted and laughed together, occasionally interrupted by a demon cheering birthday wishes.

“Oh, Dia, I’ll go get us some drinks.” Diavolo smiled as the nickname naturally slipped past your lips, “what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re getting, my dear.” seeing the unamused glare you sent him made him chuckle.

“You better not complain,” you reprimanded jokingly, patting his arm before heading to the beverage table.

He allowed his eyes to follow your figure before he heard a whistle next to him. He turned his head in the direction of the noise to see someone eyeballing you. Diavolo quickly noted the other demon was the crowned prince from another kingdom, visiting in place of his father to celebrate Diavolo. He also noted that he was very, very drunk. A risqué compliment slurred past his lips followed by a hiccup before he noticed Diavolo.

“Oh! Lord Diavolo,” He laughed too loud for comfort, “congratulations!”

“Thank you.” Diavolo replied with fake gratitude, curtly nodding.

“Yesss, you caught a real beauty alright.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo scoffed, ‘caught?’

The other prince tipped forward, gasping when his drink nearly spilled over before, sloppily, regaining “balance” and downing another flute of demonus. He called over a waiter who, begrudgingly, handed him another.

“You know-“ a hiccup interrupted his speech, “-you should sharee, she’s a pretty one and I’d like a bite if her myself.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo repeated, feeling his blood begin to boil.

The demon bellowed, waving the new glass of Demonus in the air, “you heard me, yes you did!” He hiccuped, “you’re a lucky man, alright!”

Diavolo glanced over towards you, and felt a wave of relief upon seeing you were still at the beverage table, now chatting with Lucifer. He was silently thanking his friend for occupying you at the moment; he could only imagine how uncomfortable it would have been for you to listen to some drunkard babbling about your body so inappropriately.

You caught his gaze and sent him a pleasant smile, waving. The angry expression he wore faded momentarily as he returned the smile and waved back, before turning his attention back to the drunken demon standing before him, who’d tipped his head back and downed another flute of white wine.

You quickly finished your conversation with Lucifer and dismissed yourself, eager to get back to your boyfriend.

“Hey Dia,” you greeted, interlocking your fingers with his and rubbing your thumb along his, “sorry I took so long.”

Diavolo flinched at your touch and inwardly cursed, sending the demon another nasty look before trying to drag you away from the offender. “That’s quite alright my dear, you could have stayed longer.”

A whistle startled you and caused Diavolo to let out an irate sigh. You turned your attention to the source of the noise, a brow quirked. “Excuse me?”

“Mc, no,“ Diavolo’s plea fell to deaf ears as the demon started talking.

A hiccup followed by a string of coughing as the demon slurred out a provocative comment, waving around the, now empty, flute merrily and swaying closer to the couple.

Diavolo instinctively stepped in front of you, holding you behind him so the demon wouldn't try grabbing you. "End this behavior at once or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Ohhh-" the demon gagged and swallowed, "don't be that way, I'm just sayin' we could share her, y'know?"

Before Diavolo could react, the demon reached forward to touch you, barely grazing your arm before Diavolo harshly elbowed his arm away. Barbatos interfered before anything got too out of hand and grabbed the drunkard's arm, twisted it behind his back, and escorted him away from the scene, telling him that they’d be sending him back to his kingdom and informing his father of his behaviour.

Diavolo would have to remember to thank Barbatos later.

He turned to you, both hands on either shoulder, his previous anger dissipated and was replaced with concern. “Are you alright, my dear? I deeply apologize for the way he was treating you.”

“I’m fine,” you cup his cheeks, watching the way he melted in your hands, rubbing into your hold, “are you okay, Dia?”

He angled his head to place a tentative kiss to the palm of your hand, a pleasant smile returning to his face, “I am now, my dear. Thank you.”

You gently pinch his cheek, earning a giggle from him before you also began giggling, “what for?”

“For choosing me.”

“Oh, Dia you big sap,” you pinched his cheeks again before pressing a kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours. You would have kissed him so more it you two weren’t in public, surrounded by the presence of many nobles, who’d frown upon the un-princely show of affection, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my dear,” he cupped his hands around yours, before pulling them away from his face and straightening his posture, “now that we won’t be interrupted again, where are the drinks you were wanting me to try?”

“Oh,” you cupped your free hand over your mouth, “I forgot them by Lucifer, I saw you and got distracted.”

Diavolo laughed, squeezing your hand, “well lets go over, together this time, shall we?”

#diavolo om #diavolo x reader #obey me #om diavolo #obey me x reader

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sergeifyodorov · 1 year ago

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hmm i was scrolling through Twitter earlier and as the designated leafs blog in my mind, what are your thoughts on fraser minten? like he’s so interesting to me because in the narrative i’ve created of him he was tavares’ fifth child but then was our balanced by knies being better, but then wjc happened and he still couldn’t crack it. now he’s on the blades (one of the best whl teams i think??) very interesting

NARRATIVELY he's definitely The Tavares Child -- okayyyy so. Sew. this New Generation of leafs (imho starting at Knies and including Easton Cowan as well as minten) kind of... each parallel a member of the Core: Knies is Auston's child (Arizona boy, big strong forward), Cowan is Mitch's child (London Knight, small winger with endless energy) and Minten is JT's child (Captain anywhere he goes, known for maturity and intelligence)... william child + morgan child ->

anyHWAY the real life scouting report under the cut (not too long i don't think)

Minten's a high second-rounder, which is the type of player that's generally designated as an "upper maybe" NHLer -- by which I mean odds-on he'll get NHL games (as Mints has) but it's less likely he'll become a serious full-time player (although many a second-rounder can and does do so!) The most interesting thing about his draft position was that the Leafs, under Kyle Dubas, traded DOWN to get him -- we had a low first-rounder, then traded it to Chicago to get rid of the Mrazek contract and got the pick that would become Mints in return. Many a source says that Kyle wanted Mints anyway and would have taken him with the first-round pick.

The general consensus is that Mints tops out as a middle-six centre, a 3C on a good team or a 2C on a worse one (or a 1C on the Boston Bruins.) His ceiling is probably about 40 or 50 points, maybe more depending on how much power-play usage he gets.

However, it's also noted (and was pretty obvious to me, even watching him at the WJC -- which I'll get to in a second!) that his real value is not and will likely never be in point production. He's a natural centre, good-to-great at faceoffs (a skill that he learned in part from JT!!) and very good defensively. Because he's still a kid, plays a bit physically and tends to be involved in the play at both ends, he probably takes a few too many undisciplined stick infractions, but these things of course can be straightened out with time and wisdom. Also, he's a touch of a personality hire: he was the youngest A on the all-timer Kamloops Blazers last year and was pretty much immediately named C after the Leafs sent him home this year; he was named captain of the CANADIAN WORLD JUNIORS team with zero other experience playing for Canada on the national level. He plays the piano! He's smart, polite, doesn't cause a fuss, wise beyond his years. Takes a guy far.

Anyway, the WJC: just an absolute hackjob by the coach and one of those years that really demonstrates that Hockey Canada still thinks it can get ahead by being Canada (the ol' throw bodies at the wall shtick) and not, like, because of its actual quality of development. I think bowing out when they did was a bit unlucky, but they absolutely were NOT primed to win it all -- especially because the coach basically seemed to have no concept of... line construction? or anything of the sort? Like he just tossed players together from a hat once (1) and decided they were just going to play out the tourney like that -- no real concept of "x is the playmaker, y is the shooter, z is the forechecker" or "these three are the transition line that take d-zone draws and use their speed to create rush chances/o-zone draws" or even something so simple as "this defensively-minded, slower centre is perhaps not the best match for the winger notorious for being opportunistic and shooty." Also, not to put too fine a point on it but a player can have a bad WJC and it doesn't mean anything, or a good WJC and it also doesn't mean anything -- Jesse Puljujarvi rose his draft stock by a good chunk in 2016 by having a FANTASTIC WJC, and he's currently on an AHL tryout. It's a small sample size, mostly played with teammates they barely know and against competition about a half-step up from what they're used to. Weird statlines happen.

Back to MINTS because we're still talking about him. Yess currently he's on the Blades -- traded from the Blazers because the Blazers are garbage and they want to Do Right By The Player and put him on a competitive team (done for two reasons: one, because it can be demoralizing to be the best player on a bad team, and two, because being on a good team in juniors often means you get actually good-for-your-development linemates and usage). He was generally not expected to make the Leafs at ALL this season (I mean, 20-year-old second-rounder, right?) and cracking the roster out of camp, even though he only got three games and has a rather blank statline is SUPER impressive. I'm pretty sure this is his last year of CHL eligibility, after which he'll probably either get put on the Marlies for a year to keep cooking or he'll make the Leafs again and stick around. Either way, he's slid twice I think so we burn a year of his ELC.

and my opinion of the boy? I love him. Let's go baby leafs baby leafs forevar

#asks #fraser minten

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