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Alone, Together | Chapter 33 | Morgan Rielly

Bee woke up to DMs. Lots of DMs. DMs that accused her of something completely different – not desperate, not clingy, not fat this time – something she’d never thought she’d be accused of.

THE TEAM CUM BUCKET

looks like you’re really getting on all the leafs dick like the fucking slut that u r

no better than a fucking whore. the biggest fuckin slut the leafs have ever seen, and that’s saying something.

biggest whore in all of toronto. how could u do that to morgan. all u want to do is become famous. your motivation is so clear and u r willing to do whatever it takes. can’t believe you would use someone as sweet as morgan

U R SUCH A FUCKING SLUT!!!!! UR SLEEPING W/ FRED NOW TOO AND UR NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT!!!!! UR THE FUCKING SLUTTIEST PERSON EVER NO WONDER EVERYBODY HATES UR GUTS!!!!! AND TO SHOW IT OFF AT ZACH’S WEDDING? UR SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON WHAT DOES MO EVEN SEE IN U

YOU’RE THE REASON EVERYONE WANTS TO LEAVE THE LEAFS

Wow, making your way onto the dicks of every member of the Leafs? We knew you were desperate girl but my God. You’d do anything to stay relevant. How could you do that to Morgan? And with Tyler fucking Ennis?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MORGAN?! You’re heinous. Just fucking die already. You deserve it.

Slut

Such a whore

Slut

Fuckin whore

Slut

slut

S L U T

FUCKIN SLUT

Bee swore she felt her heart stop beating. Her stomach curled into knots as she read DM after DM expressing the same words and sentiments. She had no clue what they were so angry about and didn’t know what she had done to deserve such hateful language and vitriol to be thrown at her. She turned over onto her side, pulling the comforter over her head so she was alone beneath the covers with her phone. She tapped to open another message.

U seriously think this is ok????? U r such a fucking slut. Ur at a wedding full of past and current teammates and members of the Hyman family and this is how u act? Ur a trashy fucking whore and I have no idea what Morgan sees in u. I hope he breaks up with u. Literally any girl in Toronto is better than u.

The person had attached two photos, and Bee recognized Cassie’s Instagram handle at the top – they were screenshots of stories she had uploaded last night, Bee figured, and of course they had gotten around. In the first picture, Kasperi and Cassie were the subjects of the photo as they slow danced together, but in the background, Bee could be seen dancing with Tyler. In the second photo, she was kissing Fred’s cheek for bringing her poutine, and Fred had a shit-eating grin on his face.

It was all so innocent – friends celebrating together at another friend’s wedding – but of course people online didn’t see it that way. Scratch that – crazy people online didn’t see it that way. To these girls, she was a slut. A whore. She betrayed Morgan’s trust. She was cheating on him in plain sight, in front of all his teammates, with his other teammates, because she was a dirty, trashy fucking slut who had no morals. That was that. There was nothing that could change their minds – they were resolved in this opinion and in making her life a living hell. She could join a convent and become a nun and they would still complain, still tell her the black made her fat or that the habit made it look like she had a double chin. She could never win. They didn’t want her to live her life when all she wanted to do – and all Morgan wanted her to do – was to live her life.

Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn’t help it. Just like when Sydney was making backhanded comments about her appearance, she was only human and could only take so much. A person saying nasty things about her appearance or calling her “desperate” when she knew she was the furthest thing from it was one thing. But people saying nasty things about her character and morals, and about hers and Morgan’s relationship…that hit differently. That crushed her to her core. A fun night with friends celebrating a marriage was now grounds for people to question whether she was cheating on the love of her life with his friends. It made her sick to her stomach.

Just as she was about to lock her screen and find Morgan (judging by the smell of the apartment, he was frying up some bacon in the kitchen), another DM came through. Another picture. This time, it was of comments made underneath the post he made when she had graduated.

@sydneyemartin: wow @morganrielly that diamond cartier is one hell of a gift 😂 looks good

@morganrielly: not too ‘ghetto’ for you, syd?

Bee felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She threw her phone down on the comforter and leapt out of bed, hurrying towards the kitchen where she knew he was. She saw him standing over the stove in his boxers and old t-shirt, the spatula in his hands moving back and forth to make the scrambled eggs. When he saw her, he smiled. “Morning, beautiful. Thought I’d let you sleep in and I’d cook breakfast, even though I’m pretty hungover.”

She rushed over to him, almost knocking him over by the sheer force in which she crashed into him and clung onto him for dear life. “Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa, hey…hey…” he cooed as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, her legs even moving to wrap around him even though he hadn’t picked her up yet. “Baby…baby…” he looked down at her, and it was only then when he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks and the redness of her eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked worriedly.

“What if I j-just d-d-deleted Instagram? Deleted everything?” she cried into his chest. “What if I j-just disappeared off the face of the earth so these p-people couldn’t send me m-m-messages anymore?”

At the mention of Instagram and ‘these people’, the blood in Morgan’s veins ran cold and was replaced with anger and rage. His furrowed his brows and looked down at her crying into his chest. “What happened,” he demanded as calmly as he could.

Bee shook her head. “What did I ever do to them do deserve this? Why do they hate me so much?”

“Bumblebee…” Morgan said, lifting her up in his arms as he turned off the stove and brought them to the couch so they could sit down. She stayed on top of him, burying her face into his chest as he kept his arms wrapped around her. “Bumblebee, come on, talk to me. What happened?”

She took a deep breath and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks before she lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eye. “C-Cassie uploaded these v-videos last n-night, and in one of them, m-me and T-Tyler and dancing in the background, when we were s-slow dancing to Frankie Valli and you and some of the b-b-boys were getting drinks, and in another, sh-she caught me k-k-kissing F-F-Fred on the cheek when he brought the p-p-poutine and you brought the f-fried chicken.”

“And?”

“And this m-morning, I get all these messages calling me a s-s-slut, a whore, that I’m ch-cheating on you and that I’m the biggest whore in Toronto and the t-t-eam cum bucket and--”

“The WHAT,” Morgan interrupted, his voice the purest form of anger she’d ever heard. “They called – they – they said what about you?” He didn’t even wait for her to answer. He’d heard the word perfectly fine. “I’m calling Steve Keogh. I’m calling Kyle and I’m calling Shanny and --”

“No, no Morgan, please, please,” she shook her head, grabbing at his hands desperately. “You don’t b-b-believe them, d-do you?” she asked, her voice so vulnerable it made his stomach twist in knots. “You don’t th-think I’d cheat on you with anyone, right? Let alone a t-teammate?”

“Briony --”

“I love you more than anything Morgan.”

“Briony --”

“You have to know I’d never – I’d never --”

“Briony, stop,” he placed his hands on her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate, tears still falling from her read eyes. “Briony, stop, please. I know baby. I know,” he kept repeating. “Listen to me. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I would never --”

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” he cooed, giving her a quick kiss to try to calm her down. “Briony, breathe,” she said as gently as possible. “Breathe. Breeeeathe. You did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t want you to think --”

“You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly again. “Briony, look at me. Look at me,” he said, placing his hand under her chin so they could lock eyes. “You are allowed to live your life the way you want to. You are allowed to do that. You weren’t able to for so long and now you can and I don’t want anybody to make you think that you’re not allowed to. You’re allowed to have fun. You’re allowed to do whatever you want and not face judgement from other people.”

She took a few deep breaths as she listened to Morgan’s words. Her cheeks were still stained with tears. “But you don’t think --”

“I’m not thinking anything besides punching those people in the damn face,” he said, giving her another quick kiss. “Briony, they’re low-lives. I’m so angry right now I could punch a wall. But I’m angrier about you thinking that you don’t deserve to live your life or that you think you have to live like some sort of nun. You did nothing wrong. We were at a wedding having fun.”

Bee took more deep breaths as she internalized his words. She knew they were wrong – she did, she knew it – but it was still tough to stomach. She was just a 23-year-old girl trying to survive in this world and they were attacking her for exactly what Morgan said – for having fun at a wedding. She rubbed at her eyes as she leaned her head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his big arms around her into a bear hug. “I just don’t want you thinking I would ever do something like that to you. Tyler, he’s…he’s like the brother I never had. Same with Fred. I love them to bits but not the way I love you.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Morgan stressed. “We were all having fun. It’s not illegal.”

“I just don’t understand why other people can’t see that,” she mused, a few stray tears still falling down her cheeks.

She felt Morgan’s chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took. “It doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is that I love you,” he said. “Remember the first time we hung out? And you took me on that walk around the U of T campus and we ate our sandwiches in the quad? And it felt like it was just us in the middle of the city and no-one else?” he asked. She nodded her head in the crook of his neck. “And you remember our date at Cibo, when you were uncomfortable and felt like you didn’t belong, and I held your hand across the table and told you, ‘It’s just me’?” he asked. Bee nodded her head again. “Same thing Bumblebee. It’s just me. It’s just us. All the outside noise doesn’t matter. What matters is what happens between us. Nothing else. Us.”

Bee felt like crying again. God, he was so right. Nothing mattered besides them. Nothing anybody could say could ever take away from how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. None of it mattered. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “You know exactly what to say all the time to make everything better.”

“I will never question if you love me because I know you do,” he said, his tone serious. “You never have to prove you love me. And you never have to take abuse from people, ever. You left that behind when you were emancipated from Sharon and I’ll be fucking damned if anybody ever makes you feel the way she did when you were a kid.”

If it was possible, she snuggled into him even more, whimpering slightly, wanting to feel him on every inch of her body as she let more tears fall at his words. He tightened his bear hug on her and stayed quiet, letting her digest his words as he tried to calm himself down from the anger and rage he was feeling. They sat on the couch in silence together until he couldn’t feel her tears on his skin anymore. “Will you do me a favour? Please?”

“What?”

“Please take screenshots and send them to me,” he requested. She raised her head to look him in the eye and he brought his hands up again to caress her cheeks, her red eyes confused at what he was asking her to do. “Please, Bumblebee. I need to send them to Steve and I want to see what we can do about it.”

“Morgan--”

“I want to keep you safe, Briony. Please,” he stressed. “I don’t want you to have to go through this. I know that you have for a really long time already and I want it to stop. Please. Let me do this for you.”

She looked at him, with his big blue eyes and his dishevelled blonde hair and his blonde stubble, and he looked so concerned, so upset, so vulnerable, so angry, so protective all at once. All she could do was nod her head and lean into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug again, settling into a silence as she wiped away the last of her tears.

It was a while before Bee spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who told you what Sydney said?”

Morgan stayed silent. He knew he wouldn’t get away with not answering her question. “Alannah was really upset about it so she told Zach, who told me. Sydney should be ashamed of herself. I had no problem calling her out.”

Bee took a deep breath. She didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. “I hope she didn’t tell Aryne. She’d go into premature labour if she found out. She’d be like that dragon on Game of Thrones.”

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle. He placed a kiss on the crown of Bee’s head and rested her cheek there. “I feel like I can be that dragon from Game of Thrones. I’m ready to burn down the entirety of Long Island for how rude and disrespectful she was to you.”

“Let’s…let’s just not talk about it anymore. She isn’t worth my time or energy,” Bee said, lifting her head from the crook of his neck. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

***

By the time Bee made it out of the bedroom after her shower (after her skincare routine, after towel-drying her hair, after putting on some comfy clothes), she emerged to find Tyler Ennis in her kitchen. He was already speaking with Morgan, who had his gym bag draped over his shoulder, and there was a brown paper bag on the counter with what smelled like freshly baked bagels. Morgan said he would be going to the gym, despite it being Canada Day, so she was pleasantly surprised that she wouldn’t have to spend the time alone before she and Morgan carried on with their day.

“Your eyes are red. Shampoo?” he asked as he hugged her.

She gave a quick look towards Morgan. She’d hoped the redness had died down enough, but apparently not. “No. Had a bit of a crying fest this morning.”

“Crying? Why?”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m cheating on Morgan with you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Really? That’s news to me.”

“It’s all over my DMs,” she couldn’t help but smile as he feigned shock. “It’s not just you, by the way. I’m cheating with Fred, too. It’s a big ol’ three-way. My new nickname is the team cum bucket.”

“What the fuck?!” Tyler exclaimed as he looked between her and Morgan. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I’ve already texted Keogh about it,” Morgan said from the door. “You two have a good breakfast. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Morgan left, Tyler looked back towards Bee. “Where did this come from?”

Bee sighed. Tyler didn’t need to know all the fundamentals, but he looked so concerned and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it from him. “Cassidy uploaded some videos from the wedding last night onto Instagram. In one of them, you and I are dancing to Frankie Valli. In another, I’m kissing Fred on the cheek for bringing me poutine.”

“And they called you…that because of it?” Tyler asked. Bee nodded her head. “Bee, you can’t…I can’t…I don’t even know what to say to that. That’s heinous. That’s completely--”

“Listen, I know you probably want to talk about it but I don’t,” Bee interrupted him. “I don’t even want to think about it. Can we just eat those bagels you brought before I have to share them with Morgan?”

Tyler couldn’t say no. He couldn’t deny her anything right now, especially anything that would make her happy. So he digressed, and they took out the bagels, and toasted them, and added the fresh lox and cream cheese he also bought, and Bee made cups of coffee in her French press, and they sat at the dining table eating and talking and going over their memories of the wedding last night. Tyler remembered dancing to Lizzo. He didn’t remember how many shots he’d had.

The entire time, Tyler had butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t want to have to do this. He hated to do it. He knew how she’d react and he didn’t want to see her upset and sad. But he knew he had to. So when she cleared their plates and mugs, and was loading everything into the dishwasher, he took a deep breath in. “Bee? Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his voice nervous.

“Of course. What’s up?” she asked, not looking at him as she loaded the last dish.

He noticed the time on the clock on the stove. “Um…C…Can we sit down?”

Bee immediately turned towards him, her brows furrowed in confusion and worry. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. He couldn’t meet her eye as he tried to formulate the words to tell her the news. “Bee…listen. I…besides my mother, you’re the only other woman in my life who deserves to know before noon.”

Bee was silent. So was Tyler. They looked at each other for a moment before Bee’s chest tightened. “No.”

“Bee…”

“Not you.”

“Bee --”

“Not you Tyler. Not you. No,” she began to shake her head. Tears began to stream down her face almost immediately once the realization dawned on her. “Morgan said you wanted to stay here. You wanted to stay.”

“I did Bee. I did. But management…” he said, trailing off. His chest tightened as he noticed her tears. “Listen. I’ve signed with Ottawa. It’s Ottawa. It’s not that far away, Bee. You can come visit. I can come back to visit.”

It being Ottawa didn’t make it any better. He was leaving. He wasn’t going to be on the Leafs anymore, in Toronto, and that crushed her. She knew this day was coming – it nulling over in the back of her mind for a while – but she tried desperately to ignore it. She didn’t want to think about it. Patrick was gone, but Johnsson and Kapanen had signed new deals, so she thought things would be worked out. Jake’s situation was the most precarious for Morgan since they were so close. She didn’t think she’d have to face such heartbreak so early. “Tyler…”

“C’mere, Bee,” he said, extending his arms and giving her a big hug. “It was always a long shot for me to stay here. Ottawa will be a good opportunity for me. I can take on more of a leadership role there with the young guys there.”

She knew he was saying these things to himself as much as he was saying them to her. She didn’t want him to leave. Selfishly, she wanted him to stay in Toronto forever. “How long is it for?”

“One year, eight hundred grand,” he informed her. He could feel her tense up slightly when he revealed the contract length. He knew she was thinking of the possibilities of where he could end up in a year from now. If he ended up anywhere. “It won’t be all that bad, Bee.”

“You leaving is the worst, Tyler,” she mumbled.

“Hey…come on. Remember that night when you had that big fight with Morgan and we were in the washroom together? And I told you that you’d never be alone again? That you’ll always have family somewhere?”

She nodded her head. “You said I won’t feel pain if I don’t lose anything.”

“Exactly. “You’re not losing me, Bee,” he stressed. “You’re not losing me. Our friendship isn’t ending. I’m just moving. I mean…hey, I’m still in the same province.”

He had a point. She was crying as if he was moving to Timbuktu when in reality he’d only be four hours away – one hour if she flew. Three and a half, probably, if Morgan sped down the highway like he did on their way to the cottage. “But…it’s Ottawa.”

“Aaaaand there she is,” Tyler giggled, causing her to giggle as well as he let go of their hug. “You’re back. Typical Leaf fan, taking shots at Ottawa.”

“I’m still really sad about it,” she said, wiping a tear. “But I’m being selfish. I need to see this as a good opportunity for you.”

“You’re not being selfish, Bee. You’re a regular human being,” Tyler said. “Just don’t forget to be a regular human being when I’m gone.”

***

Ron Hainsey, Connor Brown, and Nikita Zaitsev were gone to Ottawa too by the end of the day, through either trades or by signing a deal like Tyler had. The Leafs also signed Jason Spezza, a veteran player and UFA from the Dallas Stars, to a one-year contract. Jake still hadn’t signed anywhere.

Mitch hadn’t signed a contract yet, either. Bee didn’t understand the concept of offer sheets and she didn’t want Morgan to explain it to her a fourth time, so she didn’t ask, but it was all anyone ever talked about when they mentioned Mitch. She read about his contract demands and possible scenarios and wondered if there was any truth to it. A couple of people mentioned how he wanted a high number, and that was putting pressure on the Leafs organization in being able to re-sign Jake. She didn’t want to sound awful and bitter, but if that was the case, she didn’t know if she’d be able to forgive Mitch. She knew how close Morgan and Jake were – hell, even how close she and Lucy were – and knew how stressed Morgan was about the entire situation from the get-go. If Mitch was being unreasonable in his demands, and those demands affected Morgan in any way, she had no choice but to be angry about it. Morgan was obviously more used to this sort of stuff than she was, but it didn’t make it any easier, especially considering it was Jake.

6:57pm. Morgan was loading the dishwasher. Bee was already curled up on the couch under a blanket, waiting for him to join her so they could watch a movie (read: watch Derry Girls because Bee would convince him to). The news had been on since dinner, but now, she was flipping through the channels to get to Netflix.

Her phone vibrated.

Morgan’s phone rang.

Bee wiggled from her position on the couch to retrieve her phone from her pocket. From the kitchen, she could hear Morgan answer his call. On her screen, she saw a text from Aryne.

Naz just got traded to Colorado.

Bee read the message over and over again, as if English was a foreign language and she didn’t understand the words on the screen. From the kitchen, she heard Morgan’s shocked voice. “Naz got what?!” She sat up and looked at him, his jaw dropped as he stood in the kitchen listening to whatever the person on the other end was telling him. “For Barrie?!”

Bee’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She watched as Morgan walked over to the TV, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel to TSN. On the screen, Bee saw the words and faces appear before her. Toronto Maple Leafs trade Nazem Kadri and Calle Rosen to Colorado Avalanche in exchange for Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot.

“I can’t believe they actually fucking did it, John,” Morgan said into the phone, his mouth still wide open in shock. “I can’t…wait, what? They’re retaining 50% of Barrie’s salary? No we just turned it on right now.”

Bee stayed for as long as she could. She really did. It took her a while to internalize the magnitude of the situation. Naz was traded. To Colorado. Ashley. Ashley was due to give birth any day now and she just found out that she had to move to Denver, to an entirely different country. They would have to uproot their family. Their newborn baby. Everything that Naz had ever known – ten years in Toronto. He grew up here. He got married here. He lived his life here for ten years.

The analysts thought differently. There were barely any mentions of his contributions to the team for ten years. There were barely any mentions of how he had been a member of the Leafs when they were the worst team in the league, and how he stuck with them, how he believed in the team, the organization, how he worked through hell and high water to make the team successful, helping to bring them from the bottom of the standings to Stanley Cup contenders. There was no mention of a life lived and established outside of hockey in Toronto for ten years. No mention of his marriage, of Ashley moving here to be with him. No mention of the charity he established here, the money he donated to various causes around the city. No mention of how much his teammates liked him and valued his presence in the locker room. No mention of Naz becoming a new father soon.

Instead, mentions of his suspensions. How he was a player who let his emotions get the best of him. How he cost the team the playoffs twice in two years. How he was a wild child kid from London, Ontario who had a tough time establishing himself in the league under the leadership of Brian Burke. Nothing to do with family. Nothing to do with his successes. Everything to do with his perceived problems.

It wasn’t just Naz that was traded. It was Ashley too. And that’s what hurt Bee the most.

When Bee walked out of the room, she was still in shock. She tried calling Ashley, but of course, her line was busy. Bee decided to send a text with the only thing she could think to say.

I am so, so sorry.

Only when she was alone in the privacy of their bedroom did Bee start to cry uncontrollably. This was the couple that were over at Morgan’s apartment at the brink of dawn with extra clothes when her apartment got broken into. This was the couple that gave up one of their apartments so she could stay in it rent-free. This was the couple that helped her move into Morgan’s place months later, never expecting anything in return.

But the media never reported on stuff like that.

“Bumblebee,” Morgan said as he rushed through the door. Seeing her crying, the tears streaming down her face as she sat on the edge of the bed, shattered his heart into a million pieces. He knelt down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He knew how much Ashley and Naz meant to her. “C’mere Bumblebee. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not,” she cried into his shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she continued to sob.

“Bumblebee…” he cooed, rising from his position and still holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he sat on the bed.

“Why them?! Why Tyler?! Why Naz and Ashley? Why?!” she demanded as she cried into his shoulder.

Morgan wished he had an answer. God, did he wish he had an answer. But he didn’t. He couldn’t answer for how tumultuous free agency was. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Tyler, perhaps her closest friend she made on the team. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Naz and Ashley, the couple that helped support her at her lowest, most vulnerable point.

“Bumblebee, look at me,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to get her to calm down. When she raised her head, he saw the same red eyes and tear stained cheeks he had to deal with not even twelve hours earlier. Between the morning, the Tyler news, and this, Morgan felt like he had emotionally lived an entire week.

“I l-l-love them s-s-o much,” she hiccupped. “W-Why do they have t-to l-l-leave?”

“Bumblebee, I can’t answer th--”

“Why does everyone I love leave me?”

If it was possible, Morgan’s heart shattered even more. He tightened his arms around her and placed small kisses on her head and temple to try to calm her down. “Bumblebee, they’re not leaving you. They’re not leaving you. They – they’re leaving, but the friendships, the relationships you’ve built--”

“Th-Th-They’re like my family. M-My f-f-family I’ve never had,” she sobbed out.

“I know, Bumblebee.”

“Why do they have to leave?”

“Bumblebee – Bumblebee, they’re not going to leave your heart,” Morgan said, cradling her cheek and wiping away tears with his thumb. “Think about it. They might be in Denver and you might be here but they’re never going to leave you like you think they will.”

She was too emotional to take in his words, to internalize them and realize he was right. Her heart was hurting too much to make sense of anything and all she could do was cry. And Morgan could only hold her, hoping that the sense of abandonment she felt would pass, though he knew that was wishful thinking. All he could do was hold her and rub her back as she sobbed into his shoulder and kept asking why.

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hockeyholidays2024 · 5 years ago

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Boone Jenner/Ryan Murray

Cam Atkinson/Brandon Dubinsky

Josh Anderson/Zach Werenski

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Alexander Wennberg

Sergei Bobrovsky/Nick Foligno

William Karlsson/Alexander Wennberg

Dallas Stars

Anton Khudobin/Alexander Radulov

Ben Bishop/Dallas Stars Ensemble

Denis Gurianov/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Roope Hintz

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin/Roope Hintz

Joe Pavelski/Tyler Seguin

John Klingberg/Esa Lindell

Jordie Benn/Tyler Seguin

Miro Heiskanen/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz/Esa Lindell

Miro Heiskanen/Tyler Seguin

Nick Caamano/Roope Hintz

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark

Roope Hintz/Mattias Janmark/Joe Pavelski

Tyler Seguin/Patrick Sharp

Detroit Red Wings

Sergei Fedorov/Nicklas Lidstrom

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure

Sergei Fedorov/Steve Yzerman

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall

Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid

Ryan Nugent-Hopkins/Ryan Strome

Florida Panthers

Aleksander Barkov/Jonathan Huberdeau

Los Angeles Kings

Jeff Carter/Mike Richards

Martin Jones/Jonathan Quick

Minnesota Wild

Jason Pominville/Thomas Vanek

Montreal Canadiens

Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher

Carey Price/P. K. Subban

Nashville Predators

Pekka Rinne/Juuse Saros

Rich Clune/James Neal

Roman Josi/P. K. Subban

Roman Josi/Shea Weber

New Jersey Devils

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt

Jesper Boqvist/Jesper Bratt/Pavel Zacha

Jesper Bratt/Nico Hischier

Nathan Bastian/Michael McLeod

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier

Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

New York Islanders

Anders Lee/Brock Nelson

Casey Cizikas/Matt Martin

Johnny Boychuk/Nick Leddy

Mathew Barzal/Anthony Beauvillier

Mathew Barzal/Jordan Eberle

New York Rangers

Brian Boyle/Ryan Callahan

Ottawa Senators

Thomas Chabot/Colin White

Philadelphia Flyers

Brian Elliott/Carter Hart

Carter Hart/Jakub Voracek

Carter Hart/Oskar Lindblom

Carter Hart/Philippe Myers

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny

Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Carter Hart

Claude Giroux/Ivan Provorov

Claude Giroux/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny

Claude Giroux/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Claude Giroux/Gritty (Hockey RPF)

Claude Giroux/Wayne Simmonds

Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier

Danny Briere/Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Joel Farabee/Morgan Frost

Nicolas Aube-Kubel/Philippe Myers

Michael Raffl/Jakub Voracek

Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Nolan Patrick/Wayne Simmonds

Ryanne Breton/Danny Briere/Claude Giroux

Ryanne Breton/Claude Giroux

Sean Couturier/Brayden Schenn

Sean Couturier/Claude Giroux

Shayne Gostisbehere/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick/Ivan Provorov

Travis Konecny/Oskar Lindblom

Travis Konecny/Wayne Simmonds

Wayne Simmonds/Jakub Voracek

Pittsburgh Penguins

Alex Galchenyuk/Evgeni Malkin

Brian Dumoulin/Conor Sheary

Brian Dumoulin/Kris Letang

Jamie Oleksiak/Conor Sheary

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang

Marc-Andre Fleury/Mario Lemieux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Matt Murray

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury

Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury/Catherine Laflamme/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Erik Gudbranson

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Sidney Crosby/Marc-Andre Fleury

Sidney Crosby/Kris Letang

Sidney Crosby/Mario Lemieux

Sidney Crosby/Phil Kessel

Sidney Crosby/Trevor Daley

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry

Sidney Crosby/Tristan Jarry/Evgeni Malkin

San Jose Sharks

Patrick Marleau/Joe Thornton

Tomas Hertl/Joe Thornton

St. Louis Blues

Brayden Schenn/Vladimir Tarasenko

Tampa Bay Lightning

Alex Killorn/Andrej Sustr

Alex Killorn/Brayden Point

Anthony Cirelli/Mathieu Joseph

Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev

Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Boris Katchouk/Taylor Raddysh

Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek

Connor Ingram/Carter Verhaeghe

Jonathan Drouin/Steven Stamkos

Steve Downie/Steven Stamkos

Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens

Victor Hedman/Steven Stamkos

Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards

Toronto Maple Leafs

Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Connor Brown

Frederik Andersen/Alexander Kerfoot

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews

Frederik Andersen/Mitch Marner

Frederik Andersen/Tyson Barrie

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/William Nylander

Mitch Marner/Matt Martin

Steve Dangle/James Reimer

Tyson Barrie/Morgan Rielly

Zach Hyman/Mitch Marner

Zach Hyman/William Nylander

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson

Eddie Lack/Roberto Luongo

Vegas Golden Knights

Cody Glass/Max Pacioretty

Cody Glass/Nic Hague

Erik Haula/Nate Schmidt

Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Jonathan Marchessault/Mark Stone

Jonathan Marchessault/Ryan Reaves

Marc-Andre Fleury/Jonathan Marchessault

Marc-Andre Fleury/Malcolm Subban

Marc-Andre Fleury/Ryan Reaves

Max Pacioretty/Mark Stone

Pierre-Edouard Bellemare/Marc-Andre Fleury

William Karlsson/Jonathan Marchessault

Washington Capitals

Andre Burakovsky/Christian Djoos

Andre Burakovsky/Philipp Grubauer

André Burakovsky/Tom Wilson

Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Braden Holtby/T. J. Oshie

Braden Holtby/Tom Wilson

Evgeny Kuznetsov/Tom Wilson

Michael Latta/Tom Wilson

Michal Kempny/Jakub Vrana

Michal Kempny/John Carlson

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin

Nicklas Backstrom/Braden Holtby

Nicklas Backstrom/Mike Green

Nicklas Backstrom/T. J. Oshie/Alexander Ovechkin

T. J. Oshie/Tom Wilson

Vitek Vanecek/Jakub Vrana

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev

Mark Scheifele/Blake Wheeler

Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine

Men's National Team - Canada

Anthony Beauvillier/Thomas Chabot/Pierre-Luc Dubois

Carter Hart/Braden Holtby

Carter Hart/Sam Steel

Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Claude Giroux/Mitch Marner

Claude Giroux/Tyler Seguin

Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Connor McDavid/Nathan MacKinnon

Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost

Jamie Benn/Sidney Crosby

Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux

Marc-Andre Fleury/Claude Giroux/Kris Letang

Mathew Barzal/Anthony Beauvillier/Thomas Chabot

Mathew Barzal/Dante Fabbro

Mathew Barzal/Mitch Marner

Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot

Michael McLeod/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid

Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Dylan Strome/John Tavares

Nathan MacKinnon/Tyler Seguin

Nicolas Hague/Owen Tippett

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Julien Gauthier

Ryanne Breton/Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Andy O'Brien

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Sidney Crosby/Tyler Seguin

Tyson Barrie/Jamie Benn

Tyson Barrie/Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon

Men's National Team - Denmark

Frederik Andersen/Lars Eller

Men's National Team - Finland

Patrik Laine/Esa Lindell

Men's National Team - Russia

Ivan Provorov/Andrei Svechnikov

Sergei Fedorov/Pavel Bure/Anna Kournikova

Men's National Team - Sweden

Oskar Lindblom/William Nylander

Men's National Team - USA

Dylan Larkin/Zach Werenski

Jack Eichel/Noah Hanifin

Quinn Hughes/Brady Tkachuk

Women's Hockey

Amanda Kessel/Haley Skarupa

Erika Lawler/Harrison Browne

Hilary Knight/Haley Skarupa

Hilary Knight/Jillian Salunier

Hilary Knight/Marie-Philip Poulin

Taylor Crosby/Amanda Kessel

Men's Hockey/Women's Hockey crossover

Sidney Crosby/Taylor Crosby

Sidney Crosby/Amanda Kessel

Junior or College Teammates and Other Cross-Team Ships

Alex Galchenyuk/Nail Yakupov

Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Anders Nilsson/Jussi Saros

Claude Giroux/Evgeni Malkin

Frederik Andersen/J. T. Compher

Gabriel Landeskog/Jeff Skinner

Gabriel Landeskog/Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid

Jordie Benn/Dylan Strome

Juuse Saros/Anders Nilsson

Marc-Andre Fleury/Kris Letang/Jonathan Marchessault/David Perron

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon

Mathieu Boucher/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews/Dylan Strome

Mitch Marner/Ivan Provorov

Mitch Marner/Matthew Tkachuk

Nicklas Backstrom/Evgeni Malkin

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby

Nicklas Backstrom/Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin/Alexander Ovechkin

Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick

Nicolas Aubé-Kubel/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers

Sidney Crosby/Alexander Ovechkin

William Nylander/David Pastrnak

Other Celebrity Crossovers

KJ Apa/Brock Boeser

#nominations #final tag list 2019

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