#nhl players as kids

[yappyappyapp]

babe, only you.

jack hughes x reader

to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.

also: there’s no proofread, so..

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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.

jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.

no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.

“what’s wrong?”

his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.

“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.

“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.

“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.

the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.

“i love you.”

[hattyformatty]

auston mattchews. AUSTON MATTCHEWS.

[f1tfballetc]

Sidney Crosby is taking it for Pittsburgh Penguins.... 🏒🖤💛

(P.S.: I may not be a fan of watching ice hockey, but I want to appreciate on what he achieved in the sport that he plays. Also, wanna make a fanmade edit about him, lol.)

Made using: CapCut

Photo credits: I get most of the pics from Pinterest....

WARNING: It contains flashing lights that may be sensitive to those with photophobia or photosensitivity.

[ravenpawraas]

Baby shark Celebrini did his own hat-trick in his first NHL match: goal+pass+injury

Sad sigh 😭😭😭

[harrisenfleur]

Crosby in his Sid the Kid era

[blond43d]

quinn hughes | june 28, 2024

[hockeybabe]

Broken Pieces|| J.Tavares

*Gif not mine*

Pairing: John Tavares x wife!reader

Summary: You and Johns life outside of social media is very different and John tries to fix the broken pieces.

Warnings: angst, talk of loneliness, self-doubt, John being a great husband, breastfeeding mentioned.

Word count: 845

Note: Please do not read this if you don’t do well with any of these subjects. I will not go into depth with all of these but it’ll all be mentioned

Posing in front of paparazzi, answering interviews, and posting on social media is easy, but it's exhausting, mentally and physically. You didn't know how John was able to do it; he could answer interviews, do photoshoots and stay up to date with socials.

You on the other hand, didn't do all of that; your account wasn't private, but you never posted about anything other than your kids. John tries his best to make time for you and the kids, but sometimes work takes over.

Sometimes it's hard taking care of kids who are still under the age of four. They both have their own and very much separate needs, and when John is on the road you sometimes cry while breastfeeding, your youngest, who's nine months, and your oldest would cry with you for a different reason.

John would come home seeing you in the boys room lying on the floor sleeping with your eyes red and puffy from crying while the boys slept in their cribs. John would try to get you to talk to him, but you always told him it was nothing.

John was worried about you mentally and physically and started to hate away games because they meant that you were alone for a longer period of time then if it was a home game. Thankfully, today wasn’t one of those days; today he’d have an early home game and come home to help you with everything.

Packing his bag, he makes his way to the front door of the house and drops his bags. Taking a deep breath, he turns around and goes to find you. John walks up the stairs and heads for the boys room, knowing you'd be in there breastfeeding your youngest just before his nap.

"Babe?" John whispers, peeking his head in the door. You smile ever so slightly, nodding at him so he could come in. “How are you doing?” John asks, running his hand through your hair. “Alright.” You answer, giving him a sheepish smile.

But you weren’t feeling alright; if anything you were far from it. You wanted to cry in Johns arms and never stop; you wanted to tell him all your struggles and how lonely you felt these past months. Yet you couldn’t, you had to be a strong mother because your kids came first. Always.

“Babe? You’re spacing out.” John explains snapping his finger in front of your face, with your beautiful baby boy in his arm. You’d be so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice John taking him. It made you hate yourself, what if this happened in public, someone could’ve taken him.

John notices tears brimming your eyes; he places your guys’ son in his crib beside his older brothers crib and takes you into the master bed room. “Babe? Shhh, it’s okay.” He whispers into your ear, holding you close to his chest. He sits down on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Let it out. I’m right here.” He reassures you, rubbing your back as you continue to sob into his shoulder. “Breath, baby. You have to breathe.” John whispers, lifting your head off his shoulder, taking your head into his hands. “Follow me, I’m and out.” He repeats slowly as your breathing starts evening out.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks, with soft eyes. “I’m so tired, John. Its too much.” You whisper, not looking at him. “Fuck baby, I’m so sorry. Tell me what I can do.” John says, he then takes his phone out to call his coach and lets them now he won’t be playing.

It was last minute, but the whole team knew how bad things were going for you. William would come over just to help you out a bit, but even then you were still crying yourself to sleep. “I feel so lonely, you’re always gone for too long and I’m left here with two babies who want you always. When their finally asleep I clean the house and barely get any sleep.” You rant to him, sobbing.

John made sure to listen closely to every word you were saying, figuring out what he could do better. “Shhhh, it’s okay. No more, I won’t let this happen anymore.” He tells you, pulling your head to his shoulder. “How could you possibly stop this.” You mumble into his neck.

“I won’t let the three of you suffer; you all are coming with me everywhere I go. It makes me feel better knowing you all are right there by my side. Knowing that if anything happens I’m right there.” He says looking you dead in the eye as you lift your head to face him.

"So, me, you and the boys altogether?" You ask, smiling softly. "Yes, you, me, and the boys." John promises, with a hopeful smile. "Okay, altogether." You agree, feeling a sign of relief fills your body. You finally have the missing piece in your heart filled.

And it was all because John was able to fix the broken pieces.

[jimothystu]

x

[kesoyotes]

All the points ✅

All the chemistry ✅

All the vibes ✅

the Maccelli-Bjugstad-Crouse line can do it all ✨

[barzyhughes]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME…. this is so cute 🥹

[martyrbat]

the baby pen really IS getting the full experience huh.....

[lowrylesbian]

i was going to say « not to be a hater » but actually i love to be a hater. nolan patrick (?) misogyny burner account twitter discourse is really making me go huh. some of yall don’t know jack about hockey culture. sometimes i forget that there’s so many hockey lovers who didn’t grow up around Hockey Guys tm and sometimes i forget just how different of a perspective i (lesbian who grew up with hockey guys) have from some people

[f1tfballetc]

[Dedicated to ice hockey fans - especially those who are huge fans of Sidney Crosby. Requested by @tawnyow-l. ] P.S.: Not an ice hockey fan, but I wanted to make a fanmade edit about him as a "tribute".

Sidney Crosby aged like a fine wine especially with the achievements brought to his name in ice hockey... 🏒🇨🇦🖤💛

Made using: CapCut

Photo credits: I get most of the pics from Pinterest & Google Images....

[mommahughes19-23]

“Driving under the influence is a highway to detention, or ends in a death zone.”  ― Martin Uzochukwu Ugwu

Drunk driving is not cute. drunk driving is not fun. drunk driving is not cool. drunk driving is not "fine because I drive better under the influence." drunk driving is not "ok cause im right around the corner."

If you get into a vehicle behind the wheel in a state of intoxication, 1 or 100 drinks later, you are making the decision to potentially alter the lives of other and yourself. Not only are you opening up a potential for a number of fatalities but YOUR life is going to change. You will go to jail, you will have to live with the fact YOU are the cause of a life/lives being taken. If you make the choice to get behind the wheel in a state of intoxication you are just as bad (IN MY OPINION) as someone who makes a choice to walk into an educational building and open fire with a semi automatic weapon.

I personally have been in the car multiple times with an individual while they were under the influence, and every time I remember asking myself if I would make it home. We all think this is something that will never happen to us until it does. Until ONE choice changes multiple lives forever, PLEASE please do not drive regardless of your level of intoxication, it only takes one time for it to be THE time something happens. Please reach out and call someone or get an uber, even if you have to get someone to order it for you. I would personally like to see someone get home alive and safe and owe me a few bucks for an uber than to put everyone else in danger because you are selfish.

DRUNK DRIVING IS A SELFISH CHOICE. In this case the selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost a mother, father, and sister to loose and mourn the death of their sons & brothers. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost two children under the age of 3 to loose and mourn the loss of their father. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost a wife to loose and mourn her husband, partner in life, and best friend. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has left thousands of people around the world to loose and mourn two idols. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated now sees this fairly young man to spend probably the rest of his life in jail on two counts of homicide by vehicle, not to mention if he does get out how hard his life will be.

This decision by this man Sean Higgins did not only affect 3 lives that night, but rocked an entire nation. Sit with that for a while the next time you think you're being cool on a night out with your buds.

[easypeasylindyvesey]

so guys

is it september 22nd yet?

[dylancozens24]

i lived and i learned

and found out what it was to turn around

and see that we

were never really meant to be

so i lied and I cried And I watched a part of myself die

'cause no amount of freedom gets you clean

ive still got you all over me