#nhl 23

[goldengleams]

smart girl | jack hughes x reader

In which Jack is always up for a homework break.

just a little blurb that i was thinking about!! hope you enjoy!!

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“You still working, smart girl?”

You were so caught up in your homework that you hadn’t even heard the front door opening or the footsteps approaching you. You nodded, not turning around to meet Jack’s blue eyes.

“You’ve been at it all day, babe. Maybe you could take a break, y’know, since it is your spring break,” Jack suggested. You heard him padding around behind you to turn the television on.

You had promised Jack that you would have a night in, just the two of you, but homework had caught up to you.

“J, I’m trying to focus,” you groaned. “My professor just added two assignments to the schedule for next week.”

Jack had always known that you were focused on school ever since you two were little. You had grown up together and you always held the title of the smartest in the class. Now was no different, you pushing yourself to graduate at the top of the class with the thought of grad school in the back of your mind.

“And you’re the smartest in the whole university, Y/N! C’mon, you need a break from the books,” Jack called out, rounding you while you sat at the kitchen island of his apartment. You were only visiting Jack’s place in New Jersey for the week until you had to go back to college.

“Jack,” you warned. You both knew each other so well at this point that you knew how to get the other annoyed.

“You should come over to the couch and I’ll cuddle you up and we can order Chipotle,” Jack offered, a smile starting to show on his face. “C’mon, I know you want Chipotle, Y/N.”

“I think you want Chipotle, Mr. Sponsor,” you chuckled. Jack was now standing behind you and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours.

“Take a break with me,” he whispered. You couldn’t deny that his voice and touch still managed to send shivers down your back.

“I want to, I’m just nervous, Jack. This has been my hardest class all semester,” you trailed off.

“You’ll do great with this course, eh? I can feel it,” Jack shook your shoulders gently, eliciting a laugh out of you. He massaged your shoulders a little and you leaned back into him.

“Jack?” He hummed in response to your question. “Have you ever felt imposters syndrome?”

“That’s a loaded question, babe,” he laughed. “I don’t think I started feeling like an important member of the Devs until, like, three months ago.”

You didn’t say anything in response, but intertwined your right hand with his left that rested on your shoulder. He had called you too many times to count, barely able to get his feelings out, but feeling so lost and alone inside. Even though you and Jack lived such different lives, shared feelings and your love for each other always brought you together.

“Love you, Rowdy,” you mumbled, squeezing his hand right.

“Love you my smart girl.”

“But, I also don’t know how much more I can do tonight…so,” you said, tilting your head up to meet his. Jack leaned down to kiss your lips, before pulling away.

“So Chipotle?”

“Yup.”

“And watching a movie with me?”

“Yup.”

“And letting me show you how much I love you until you can’t walk?”

“Jack!”

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Hope you guys liked this one, just something quick!! Please comment/reblog and leave requests !!

[trevorz3grasiabae]

[generallemarc]

Gaming PSA: EA hates you

Strongly recommend that you not pay money for any first-party purchase of any EA-developed title. I don't think we need to start boycotting games made by other companies and just published by EA yet, especially since the amount of said games will drastically decrease if they actually start trying this shit. Smaller studios can't afford this kind of PR.

[ashloveshockey]

I wish him the best but I’m going to miss having ej in Colorado. Like no more EJ and Gabe🥺🥺 like I know his good energy will follow wherever he goes but like his banter with the avalanche guys is unmatched.

[thetortus]

You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine.

Jack Hughes x reader

As you entered the house, you grabbed everyone’s attention because of how gorgoeus you looked.

Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty, your black dress that hugged all your sides perfectly, your long (color) hair, your face that looked absolutely stunning. Everything about you tonight was perfect.

This party was hosted at one of the Devil’s players houses for winning the first round of the Stanley cup playoffs.

Even though you were supposed to come with your boyfriend, Jack, you didn’t because you two had gotten into a really bad argument a couple of days ago. And till now, you still weren’t talking or anything whatsoever.

You headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, something to keep you hydrated until all your friends came around. As you approached the fridge, a tall boy with black hair’s eyes landed on you. He scanned you top to bottom. His left elbow resting on the kitchen counter.

‘Hi’ he said.

‘Hey’ you replied back.

‘You look pretty tonight’

‘Thanks’ you give him a quick smile.

Your eyes continue to scan the room as the boy, Conner, keeps talking about himself.

None of your friends have arrived yet, and as your eyes continue their search, they land on him.

Jack is standing there with one of his teammates, Nico and his girlfriend, and another girl you couldn’t quite recognize.

The four of them shared jokes and laughs and the unfamiliar girl kept flirting with Jack by either brushing her arm against him or laughing at anything he says.

You were fuming with anger, you kept watching them. As you did, Jacks eyes caught yours and you made eye contact.

However that was cut off by a hand you felt around your waist. Oh god, you forgot about this boy.

You tried to brush his hand off but he wouldn’t take it off. ‘Please can you take your hand off, I have a boyfriend.’

‘So what? It will be a one night thing, besides he doesn’t even need to know’

You were getting uncomfortable as Conner got closer.

Suddenly, you feel someone else’s presence, Jack’s. His fingers dug into Conner’s hand ‘i don’t share’.

Conner wouldn’t buzz which resulted in Jack repeating himself, digging his fingers even deeper.

The boys hand slid off your waist. He was replaced by Jack standing in-front of you.

‘Doesn’t look like you don’t share, she didn’t say anything about a boyfriend’

Before Jack could reply you screamed ‘you lair I told you and you wouldn’t leave me alone!’

‘Why does it matter anyway? If I had a girl this pretty, I wouldn’t leave her, you on the other hand, look, you’re talking to another girl right there. I don’t see how it’s a problem with me and her.’

You could see as Jack’s hand tightened, he was furious but he didn’t say anything.

‘Jack please, it’s fine, let’s just leave’ you grabbed his hand from the back.

‘Besides, you let her wear that slutty dress and say you don’t share?’

That was it. You could feel something missing, Jack’s hand. You watched as he punched the boy. The boy swung back and now they were exchanging punches and hits.

People approached the scene to help stop what was taking place as you backed off. You slid down the wall and sat on the floor tears flooding your face.

You couldn’t live this again. Fifteen years ago when you were just six, you remember the exact same scene. You sat on the floor crying, your father hitting your sister as your mom tried to stop him.

Thankfully, now that your father passed away, there is no need to think about all of that as it would never happen again, or so you thought.

Nicos girlfriend approached you and landed next to you with a cup of water trying to comfort you ‘hey it’s ok’

Jack broke from the fight and collapsed to his knees landing next to you. ‘Are you okay? Did he do anything? Do you want me to call anyone or-’

‘I just wanna go home’ you replied.

Jack helped you up to your feet and walked you to his car. Throughout the whole drive you were both silent as you couldn’t speak.

As soon as you arrived to his house, he offered you a warm shower to cool you down a bit which you agreed to.

As you left the bathroom, finished with your shower, you spotted what was laid on the bed. He put out one of your pajama pants with one of his jerseys knowing it was your favorite.

You put your clothes on then went to the kitchen to find him preparing a meal. He never did that as he doesn’t know how to cook alone but he somehow came up with some pasta and a salad aside.

Before you could speak he started ‘look, we need to talk about this, but now, finish your food and then we talk’

You shook your head and dug into your food. After you finished, you both went to the bedroom to talk.

You both sat on the bed, god you’d missed sleeping on this bed more than you thought you would.

Both of you sat on the bed and once again he started ‘look, I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I could’ve talked about it with him instead of hitting him.’ Jack was the only one you told about your trauma so you knew exactly what he was doing, trying to comfort you, he was trying to help you feel better but you could feel him fuming with rage and anger.

‘No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to the party, I shouldn’t have talked to him, I shouldn’t have wore this short dress anyway’

‘Don’t say that! Don’t ever fucking say that again!’

You could feel as the tears raced down your cheeks. Jack pulled you into a hug as you cried into his chest. He was obviously still angry.

As you pulled from your hug, his hands still on your waist, your eyes met his ocean blue eyes. His eyes the moved to your lips.

God you couldn’t resist it anymore, you missed his touch, it’s almost been a week now.

You came in closer and gave him a kiss on his lips. You then broke the kiss and looked at him again making eye contact.

Because of the hug, you did end up sitting in his lap so it was easier for him to just flip you so that he’s on top of you as you lay on your back on the bed.

His hands wrapped around your waist, he started leaving kisses everywhere, all over you face, you neck, every time it was stronger, he was kissing your neck leaving hickeys everywhere. You heard noises coming from him, ones you couldn’t quite understand.

You the realized what he was saying

‘You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine, mine, mine’

You smiled to yourself, guess you weren’t the only one who missed him.

‘I’m yours Jack, all yours. Yours and yours only’

His mouth then moved up to your lips as they met again.

This boy was really angry, his kisses were really hard and strong which caused you to grab his hair, your grip tightening every time.

‘All yours Jacky’ you said once again.

[timmurleyart]

The Bruins. 🟡◼️(plein air sketch at Td garden).🏆🏒❄️

[vikingnerd793]

So I may not write AUs but I MOST DEFINITELY created Eivor Varinsdottir in the “Be a Pro” NHL 23 career mode. Yes, you can create a female character and have her play with the men! She’s from Norway, she’s a power forward, she’s tall and she’ll whoop your ass and also score a whole lot of goals.

[graceshiii]

I FEEL SO PROUD FOR LUKE RN AND WHEN I TELL YOU THAT IM CRYING I MEAN IM SOBBING MY HEART FOR HIM WE GOT THE LAST REGULAR SEASON WIN CAUSE OF HIM

[photosbymeganveldman]

some images from the Nashvile Predators development camp 7/5/23

[jayda12]

ADAM JS WITH NICK AND KENT

[happygaytimes]

Kaisarion is censored in NHL23 and it sounds so stupid.

[jayda12]

MO IMAGES!!!!

IM HERE FOR IT

ask - m.seider

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: mo seider x reader

warnings: none but fluff and I kind of took my own creative liberty with this 🫣

the sun light was creeping in through your blinds when you woke up and rolled over nearly hitting the 6’4” German who lay beside you. you weren’t sure how it got like this. one day you were friends, and the next thing you knew he was under your covers asleep next to you almost every night.

“don’t you have another place to stay?” you asked him months ago, grabbing his pillow that was tightly embraced in his arms and allowing him into your apartment that he never seemed to leave except for away games.

“it’s no fun living with Lucas when you’re all the way over here.” he removed the beanie from his head and you watched him mess with his curls making your knees weaken.

it didn’t take long for him to make himself at home for an extra month. you noticed most of your drawers were beginning to fill up with red wings gear, boxers, and his sweatpants. your bathroom had additional shampoo and conditioner, and your kitchen had a plethora of German spices you couldn’t even pronounce.

you weren’t mad mo had become your roommate, in fact you loved spending time with him. but the problem became your ongoing crush began to rapidly spiral when he one day climbed into your bed—even though his room was right next door—and he never seemed to have gone back to his own.

and that’s how you woke up this morning. to him in your bed for the third night in a row. there was no horse play that went on, it typically began with you both in your separate rooms, he came in to ask about your day, and then you both fell asleep. every morning you woke up with the anxiety that he wasn’t right there next to you, but there he was. still sound asleep.

once you got the energy to roll out of bed you began to start cooking breakfast. the smell of bacon and eggs was a way to get anybody up, and shortly after you started you heard the sound of your bedroom door unlatch, and the sound of hard wood floor creaking grow louder with every step.

“good morning,” you smiled, he mumbled a few words to you making his way to the fridge to grab coffee. he was never a man of many words in the morning, but you didn’t mind it. sometimes you both ate your breakfast in silence and sometimes you ate your breakfast listening to mo talk a mile a minute. you cherished both of those mornings.

“coffee?” you heard him, and before you could reply he was already holding the cup up to your lip allowing you to sip whatever he had just mixed together. he watched you close your eyes swallowing the mixture, “not bad, I’ll have one.”

it was silent for awhile, you platted the food for you both and headed to the table to sit down and wait for mo. you glanced over at him for a second catching a glimpse of the back of him working on the coffee. you couldn’t help but stare a little longer picking up the bruises on his arms and the sheet marks on the back of his shirt. it was gestures like this that made you question your relationship, friendship, or heck even situationship. sometimes you would wake up in the morning wondering if he would regret slipping into your bed with you that night.

“what are we?” you asked, it was mainly to yourself, you’ve questioned it for so long. every morning you woke up hoping one day he would realize maybe you were what he wanted to wake up to. ever since he walked in that door with his pillow you wondered where it was going to go. especially, now that he made himself a home for three days in your full size bed. you didn’t expect the question to come out of your mouth. it was supposed to be more of a silent question, but it grabbed his attention.

he turned at the sound of your voice, he only heard a little bit of what you said, but he picked up enough to know what you asked. he’d been avoiding the thinking himself, but when it came to you how could he ever not question it? his teammates called him a wimp for not pulling the trigger on asking you out. he dared not to even ever say he spent most nights in your bed.

“what do you want us to be?” you heard from the kitchen. snapping you out of your daydreams you watched as mo approached the table with two cups of coffee, setting one down for you.

red covered your cheeks as you tried to hide your face behind your cup, “I didn’t expect you to hear me.”

the silence was loud. it was the most uncomfortable silence you’ve ever endured with him, and you didn’t like it. you could tell he didn’t either just by the way he was playing with his food. it was just like you both were avoiding the question on the table.

you watched him shift uncomfortable in his seat, “so have you always liked me?” he asked. you watched his cheeks flush red now this time. you watched him pick up and drop his silverware waiting for an answer from you. he couldn’t get himself to eat because now he was full of anxiety. he couldn’t deny it himself he felt an attraction toward you, but it was always easier for him to ignore it than swallow himself in it.

“well I wouldn’t let you stay for this long if I didn’t.” you joked nibbling on a piece of bacon, and the silence came again. it was agonizing.

tired of waiting, you cut to the chase. one thing about mo is if he wants something he waits, but you were making moves now. you waited too many times in bed wanting to ask the question. you had too many restless nights on the phone hoping he’d be the one to tell you. but you were going to do it now.

“do you want to ask me out? or will I have to ask you?”

mo picked his head up from staring at the plate of breakfast in front of him to look at you. not a sight of anxiety on your face waiting for an answer, he knew if he backed out he’d be denying his feelings and his teammates would have a field day. as much as he tried to take it slow, he knew it would be impossible with you. especially since he somehow always found himself in your bed every morning.

“y/n, will you go out with me?”

“yes, now let’s talk about getting you your own dresser. mine is full of your clothes.”

[theepicalec]

New YouTube Short! NHL 23: Be A Pro! There's some uh... questionable hockey in this clip.

[batminha22]

So this means that Ej will not play his last year with Gabe????

[cixrosie]

ADAM SIGNED HIS CONTRACT TODAY HES OFFICIALLY A BLUE JACKET

[fuzzytimes1]

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