#Buffalo Sabres

[sabretism]

something something

elevator love letter, stars.

[abashockey]

[annunen]

Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen in practice with Leijonat!

[ohpuckno]

Hockeyblr is hilarious because every now and then, you’ll catch your mutuals cheering for teams you despise on your dash. It’s like discovering your dad has a secret second family. My brother in Christ, we were fighting on the frontlines together in the same lb no more than 24 hours ago, what happened

[intheupside]

“i’m sidney crosby and i’m giving a compliment to someone who can play the whole 60 minutes”

[nottodayjustin]

June 24th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

Doozy of a season, boys. Well done.

[korshrimpski]

sorry i didn't draw the rest of the logos my hand hurts :( | reference for the red wings slide | also did i make this to purely wallow in despair about the sabres... perhaps | i know the other teams love their goalies but i can't get that clip of ullmark and pinto out of my head so they get to be the goalie lovers

[abashockey]

[thingsmk1120sayz]

[sunsnet]

juuse between two mountains 😭

[ancarumlosna]

I need all the locker room footage immediately thanks

tor v buf - 20.12.24

[stuckinnet]

“i feel like sidney crosby would have a 4 star rating on ratemyteacher”… once again she’s so right

[goaliedefender]

🌻🌻

[samanthasgone]

Credit to Pinterest

[tysonhos]

all these younguns crushing on sid for real

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Off Limit - Jack Quinn

Summary: Y/n and Jack are caught together by her brother, his teammate.

Words: 1000

It was never meant to happen.

The first time had been a mistake. A single mistake caused by too many drinks and the unthinkable, impulsive decisions that came with it. She woke up tangled in Jack’s sheets, her head pounding, her memories of the night before coming to her in mismatched pieces.

His hands on her waist. His lips against her neck. His voice, low and teasing in her ear.

And then… regret.

Not because it had been bad. No, if anything, it had been too good but because Jack was one of her brother’s teammates. A guy she’d see in passing at games and random gatherings, always with an easy grin and eyes that maybe lingered a second too long.

She left his apartment that morning with a hurried excuse and the promise she gave herself that it would never happen again.

That promise only lasted for about a week.

It started with stolen moments. His hand brushing against hers when no one was looking. Heated glances from across the room. Late-night texts that led to even later nights tangled in sheets, her fingers gripping his back as he whispered her name against her skin.

It was reckless. Stupid. Dangerous.

But she couldn’t stop. And neither could he.

For weeks, they lived in their secret world—one built on fleeting touches and unspoken rules. Jack never pressed her for more, never asked what they were, and she told herself that made it easier.

Until the night her brother found out.

Y/n hadn’t expected him to stop by.

She had just walked Jack to the door, her fingers still laced with his, reluctant to let him go. He had a game the next night, meaning he’d be busy, and she wouldn’t see him for at least a couple of days.

“Try not to miss me too much,” Jack teased, his usual cocky smirk in place.

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You wish.”

His hand came up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before he leaned in, kissing her slowly, lazily, like they had all the time in the world.

Except they didn’t.

Because just as Jack pulled back, murmuring a quiet “see you later,” Y/n saw movement over his shoulder someone standing a few feet away, frozen in place.

Her stomach dropped.

Her brother.

For a second, it was like time stood still.

He wasn’t saying anything, just staring at them. Staring at the way Jack’s hand was still on her waist, at the way her lips were still slightly parted from the kiss. His expression flickered between confusion, realization, and then pure, unfiltered anger.

Jack must have noticed her tense because he turned around.

“What the hell is going on?” her brother finally asked, voice eerily calm, the kind of calm that came right before a storm.

Y/n opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Jack, to his credit, didn’t try to make excuses. He just exhaled sharply, glancing at her before turning back to her brother. “Look, man-”

“Don’t,” her brother snapped, stepping closer. His jaw was clenched so tight Y/n thought he might break a tooth. “Are you serious? My teammate? My sister?”

Y/n found her voice then, taking a hesitant step forward. “It’s not like that.”

Her brother let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Really? Because it sure as hell looked like something.” His eyes darted between them, filled with disbelief. “How long?”

She hesitated. “A few weeks.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Unbelievable.”

“Look, I know this is a shock, but-” Jack started, only to be cut off again.

“No,” her brother snapped, his eyes dark with betrayal. “You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to stand here like this isn’t the biggest slap in the face.” He turned to Y/n. “And you! What the hell were you thinking?”

Y/n swallowed hard, guilt twisting in her chest. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“But it did,” he shot back.

Jack shifted, his voice steady. “I care about her.”

That only seemed to make things worse. Her brother let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “I need to leave before I say something I’ll regret.” He turned on his heel, stalking off down the hall.

Y/n stood there, heart hammering in her chest, watching as her brother walked away.

Jack reached for her hand. “Are you okay?”

She let out a shaky breath. “No.”

Her hands were shaking. Jack noticed. “Come here,” he murmured, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. She didn’t hesitate, burying her face against his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He smelled like his cologne and a little bit of her shampoo. It was familiar, grounding. “It’s going to be okay,” Jack said, voice steady against the top of her head.

She let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t know that.”

Jack pulled back slightly, just enough to tip her chin up so she would look at him. “I do,” he insisted. “He’s mad right now, but he’ll get over it. He’s your brother, and he cares about you. That’s why he’s so pissed.”

Y/n sighed, her eyes watering. “I just… I hate that I hurt him.”

Jack brushed a thumb across her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.”

She wanted to believe him.

Jack exhaled, running a hand through his hair before cupping her face again. “Do you regret this?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Y/n’s heart clenched. She swallowed hard. “No.”

A flicker of relief crossed Jack’s face. “Good.”

She hesitated before speaking again. “But I don’t want this to ruin everything. Your friendship and my relationship with him.”

“You won’t,” he promised. “I’ll talk to him.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “You saw him, Jack. He looked like he wanted to kill you.”

Jack smirked. “I’ll take that risk.”

Despite everything, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “You’re an idiot.”