#france hockey

[taylorlovesrain]

paris - jack hughes

pairing: Jack Hughes x reader

warnings: heavy fluff, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, kissing

word count: 1.84k

authors note: This turned out a lot more fluffy, than I intended it to, also I think I mentioned everything I learned in french class about Paris, this is loosely inspired by Taylor Swifts “Paris”. Btw thank you for all the love on “how you get the girl” <3

Paris, the city of love, that’s where Jack took you for your five year anniversary of being a couple, you’ve always been wanting to go to Paris, visit the Louvre and Eiffel Tower, go shopping on the Champs-Élysée, eat a lot of amazing food, like croissants, onion soup and many more.

Now five years after Jack and you started dating, he finally made your dream come true. He surprised you with the trip one week before your anniversary, he woke you up early in the morning and didn’t tell you where you were going just that everything was packed already and that you would be able to sleep on the plane. To be honest you needed your sleep desperately, because you went out the night before with some of your and Jacks friends, where one of your friends told you that some guy you hooked up with ages ago, before you even started dating Jack, kissed the sister of one of your ex friends in a club your friend went to the other night, your friend also wanted to show you the pictures they took of it, but you didn’t want to see them, why would you want to see them? You were in a happy relationship for multiple years now and you didn’t understand, why some of the people you knew, wouldn’t accept that and always try to talk about your past hook ups or relationships, which you didn’t care about anymore. If you were true to yourself, it was exhausting people always trying to tell you how you should act in your relationship with Jack, telling you that you weren’t good enough for him or that he wasn’t good enough for you and because of you being with Jack since before he even got drafted into the NHL, everyone watched your relationship grow over the years.

They saw you attending games to support Jack, they saw him mentioning you in interviews, they saw the posts you shared of your time together, they thought they knew about everything going on in your and Jacks relationship, so a lot of people thought, that they also had the right to judge it.

So a secret trip that no one knew about, in a country, where probably no one knew about you or Jack was exactly what you and him needed right now, a break from everything and everyone, just you two together, in the city of love.

Jack tried to keep the destination of your vacation from you as long as he could, but when they called out your flight at the airport and he got up saying that this was your flight, you finally knew where you were going, Paris, the city of your dreams. If you weren’t already head over heels in love with Jack, that might would’ve been what would’ve made you fall for him, he was the man who made all your dreams come true, he knew everything about you and you knew everything about him, he made you happy, like no one ever did before, you wanted to spend forever with him loving you and you loving him.

When you arrived in Paris and drove through the streets on the way to your hotel and the Eiffel Tower came out behind all of the buildings, you started tearing up, you couldn’t believe, that you were actually here, in Paris, with the love of your life.

The next few days you spend with nearly visiting all of the tourist attractions you could, you went to the Louvre, where you saw some of your favorite art pieces, you went to see the Eiffel Tower, for which you got over your fear of heights, so you could look over the city on the highest platform of the tower, you saw Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe, one of your personal favorites was, seeing Monets “Waterlilies” at the Musée de l’Orangerie, to sum it all up, the first few days of your trip in Paris were amazing.

Today was your and Jacks anniversary and were quite nervous about it, he woke you up through peppering kisses all over your face and mumbling “I love yous” into your skin “Good morning babe, happy five years, I love you” he whispered when you opened your eyes, slowly you pulled him into a loving kiss “Good morning, happy five years, I love you more” “I don’t think that you love me more than I love you”. You finished your morning with breakfast in bed and got ready for the day soon after, throughout the whole process of trying to get ready, you tried to get Jack to tell you, how you would spend your day but Jack didn’t tell you any of the plans he made, as much as you tried to convince him of telling you, what his plans were for the day, he didn’t let anything slip just kept telling you, that you would find out soon enough. The first thing you both did after walking out of your hotel, was walk to the little bakery you found a few days ago, you could’ve taken the metro which probably would’ve been a lot faster but the scenery was way to beautiful for that, you walked hand in hand through small alleyways with beautiful old buildings that had ivy or flowers hanging from the balconies. The bakery was in a beautiful building that had “boulangerie” written in gold letters over the entryway and it had the best crossaints both of you ever had, so you bought two of those and a baguette, next you made your way into a small family owned grocery store to get some cheese and grapes to eat with the baguette, after you bought everything you needed, Jack took you to the Eiffel Tower, where you sat in the shade a tree threw and and had a small picnic, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, just enjoying each others company. The rest of the day you spent walking through Paris, discovering little hidden parks and small stores with cute souvenirs and other things. When it slowly grew later and the evening came, you were walking along the Seine “I have a surprise for you” he whispered in your ear and led you down the stairs until you got to a little dock, that had a small boat waiting for you, on the boat was a table with two chairs. The table was decked out with most of your favorite foods and the boat was lit up with candles and fairy lights. “Oh my god Jack, this is beautiful, I don’t know what to say, wow thank you, I love this, I love you” he pulled you closer “I love you too and I’m glad you like it y/n”. Jack pulled out your chair for you and you want to sit down, when Jack sat down he smiled at you, you spent the dinner admiring the view but most of the time you were admiring him, Jack, the boy you fell in love with when you were a teenager, your best friend, your everything. After you’ve finished eating, it was nearing midnight, the both of you sat together watching the moons reflection shimmer on the water and the city of love in which the lights turned on and off, “Jack look at the view, it’s so beautiful, everything here is so beautiful” you told him mesmerized “Yep, so beautiful” he answered not taking his eyes off of you, he was taken by how beautiful you looked, like you were with the view of Paris.

When you turned back around to look at Jack you found him on one knee “Jack-“ you were already tearing up, “y/n my love the past five years have been the best years of my life so far and not only those, every year since I’ve known you has been made better through your presence in my life, you are my best friend, you are my motivation and inspiration, you are the person I want to wake up to every morning, you are the person who brings light to my dark days, my sunshine, my daylight, you are the love of my life and I love everything about you, I love your laugh, I love how you can recite all of your favorite movies, I love the way you hug me after my games and hold me when I’m sad, I love the way you say my name, I love how you love everyone and want everyone to be happy, I love how you don’t care what anybody thinks about you or us and I love how you love me and I admire you for you are and who you make me, y/n I love you and I want to spend forever with you, I want to go through the good and bad with you, I want to come home and see you sitting on our couch watching a movie, I want to make all your dreams come true, I want to raise our future children together in Michigan or Jersey or wherever we’ll be, I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to love you forever and I hope you want this too, y/n/n do you want to marry me? By the time Jack finished his speech you were crying, both tears of joy and tears of sadness, this was the question you wanted Jack to ask you since you knew that you loved him.

You cradled his face with both of your hands, holding both of his cheeks and brought his face closer to yours and slowly kissed him, it was a loving, slow, meaningful kiss, when he pulled away, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, while gazing into your eyes, “so is that a yes? do you want to marry me?”, “Yes Jack, I want to marry you, I love you and I want to spend forever with you and loving you”. He pulled you in again for another kiss, while slipping the ring on your hand. This time, you were the one to pull away first from the kiss “Let’s keep this just ours, at least for the next week while we’re still in Paris” you mumbled, “If you want to make this our little secret, then I’m more than happy, to keep it just ours”, behind you the Eiffel Tower started shimmering, it’s the only flashing lights with you in Paris, no one knew you here, no one knew who you were and no one here or at home would know about your engagement for the next few days, your love being just yours.

The next few days where spent with stumbling through alleyways at midnight after drinking cheap wine acting like it was champagne, having picnics under trees and visiting many more sights, every day you somewhere found a little note in Jacks cursive letters on how much he loved you and why he loved you.

From these two weeks on, Jack and you decided to keep your relationship more private, like you put a privacy sign on the door, page or the whole world, you enjoyed keeping your love just yours.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ice hockey #nhl #nhl hockey #angst #fluff #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes #jack hughes angst #new jersey #new jersey devils #paris france #paris #jack hughes fic #jack hughes fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl fluff #nhl angst #hockey fluff #taylor swift #taylor swift paris #taylor swift midnights #midnights #midnights 3am version #eiffel tower #water lilies #louvre #arc de triomphe #friends to lovers

[bibyvariable]

trust guys i will be fhrposting again.. hockey has just got me SO ILL!!!!

for now here's some personal stuff i've been doing (ocs and all that!!) 💗💘💖

Hockey gal in color is an oc - Lane Porter! (She's changed jerseys since the last pic i've posted here) Woodmansee folks are from the same universe as Lane. Hayley plays RD, ellis plays LD. Harmon Hellraisers character also another oc (Leslie Douglas). She's a goalie!

Cowgirls in b&w are some d&d npcs i'm fooling around with. Left to right: Sally Lansing, Leith Armstrong, Clare Duffy.

annnf finally girl in the white hat is Frances sullivan... I think i've posted her before alongside some fhr stuff..

#watching the toronto @ ottawa game rn!!!!!! #ocs #my art #frances sullivan #lane porter #hayley thomas #ellis dunn #leslie douglas #hockey ocs

[seedlessmuffins]

i know it’s april fools day and this is a prank tweet but i saw this and my heart fully sank for like half a second

#hockey in PARIS??? #getting so irrationally worked up over this joke tweet #imagine the ucl final in dallas texas during peak american football season #the hockey writers have me in a chokehold #europeans won’t appreciate a rocket snipe top cheese from the point #you can’t go coast to coast for a beaut five hole wrister in england or france i’m sorry #i know this is a prank but the nhl does want to expand and what’s sad is i can see them doing it #idek what i’m angry about lol but i’m angry

[pocoslip]

If I have to pick only One Good Thing that came from France, it would be TMNT Shredder's Revenge because of Casey Jones

(I Do Not Hate France but I heard some People saying stuff like "Nothing Good ever comes from France" and I edited Casey Jones' Hair because I want them to be Black or just Dark Grey at least)

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #fred wolf films #teenage mutant ninja turtles #casey jones #dotemu #tribute games #goongala goongala #arnold bernid casey jones #tmnt memes #teenage mutant ninja turtles 1987 #lawbreakers #vigilante #tmnt casey jones #casey jones tmnt #france #class is pain 101 #hockey mask #casey jones outlaw hero #shredder's revenge

[lililouvre]

Mat takes on Paris???

#they are in france right? #idk they keep traveling hard to keep up #picnic date core?! #mat barzal #mathew barzal #hockey #nhl #ny islanders

[postcard-from-the-past]

Hockey in Saint-Gervais-les-Bains, Savoy region of France

French vintage postcard

#carte postale #ephemera #photo #historic #gervais #postcard #tarjeta #postal #saint #france #hockey #briefkaart #french #ansichtskarte #bains #photography #vintage #postkaart #postkarte #old #sepia #les

[naistenliiga]

With 14 goals, Naisleijonat broke their record for goals scored in a single game 🚨 Jenniina Nylund scored a goal in each period to earn her first World Championship hat-trick 🎩 Viivi Vainikka, Nelli Laitinen, and Petra Nieminen all notched four points and a total of nine Finnish players scored a goal 🥅 Goaltender Sanni Ahola posted a win in her World Championship debut 💪🏻 Naisleijonat captain Jenni Hiirikoski extended her record of World Championship appearances to fifteen tournaments and 83 games

#naisleijonat #2023 iihf ww #jenniina nylund #viivi vainikka #nelli laitinen #petra nieminen #sanni ahola #jenni hiirikoski #finland wnt hockey #team finland #women’s worlds #womensworlds #game 1 #france/finland #woho #2023 wwc

[freebooter4ever]

Ive done so much shit posting lately trying to make up for it by sharing something nice ^_^

#Malkin #Wait do i have pittsburgh followers now???? #I live in the burgh for ten years #And everyone on tumblr is from like new york city or france #And then i leave and get into hockey #and suddenly everyone is from pittsburgh #Shoutout to any of my new followers who are actually in the burgh and could go to this \o/

[grantmentis]

Team France practices before the Women’s World Championship • photos by Kévin Devigne

#women’s hockey #team France #team France women’s hockey #hockey #wwc 2023

[periodicavocation]

gazing into the camera

fra vs pol | week 1 | 12.06.22

#antoine brizard #team france #vnl men's 2022 #pa.gifs #looking coyly at the camera #not hockey #also how i learned there no limit to how many service aces one can get in a single rotation #5! in a row! #insane

[ice-hockey-is-pretty-cool]

Me, who just returned to ice hockey after straining the muscles in my thighs, to the other goalie-

how do you get into the butterfly so easily? The sides on my knees hurt!

*casually pulls my pad straps even tighter around my calves*

I was recently informed that you shouldn’t try to twist your knees at an angle of 90 degrees.

Now excuse me as I go into my exams with pulled hamstrings :)

#big marshmallow men #goalies man #I’m an idiot #anime sit irl #goalies are weird so it seemed legit #no one explained #no one ever shows the legs turning so I just assumed- #exams are killing me #going to France in two weeks tho #only to stress out about new taxes and exams #yay #aight goodnight #ice hockey

[bibyvariable]

hi guys i'm not dead i just haven't been drawing a lot of fhr (or anything really). Found time to do some color experiments with Amal & Christina, fhr brainrot is returning..

I promise cool things are coming 💥💥

If u want to see fhr-unrelated things i've been doodling, take a peek under the cut 💖💗💘

#amal awad #christina lincoln #my art #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #sidestep #fallen hero sidestep #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #fallen hero fanart #fhr sidestep #fhr fanart #ocs #hockey ocs #lane porter #frances sullivan #lindsey carson #hope cheung

[muqingists]

nothing compares to being at a hockey game irl like MAN.... i had the most fun ever

#my (randomly picked based on cool name cool logo) team won the france hockey cup :)) #the game was sooooo good i need to love to nj and go to games rn #txt

[goalhofer]

#Sports #Hockey #Switzerland #Celebrities #France #WTF

[ajournalingtrex]

AND SEVENTEEN DAYS UNTIL PRESEASON OH MY GOD LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!! LIFE MIGHT ACTUALLY REALLY SUCK AND I MIGHT WANT TO D1E A BIT ALL THE TIME BUT PRESEASON IS BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!! I!!!! LOVE!!!!! PRESEASON!!!!!

preseason is a gift. proof that there may be a god and that life may be okay. those invited (our student leaders, our graying athletes, the freshmen who have no idea what they’re getting into—trust me i was one of those kids—on campus faculty, and the football team. ), god what an incredible mix it is. an amalgamation of wonderful delightful people every time. it’s such a quiet campus but you know you’re not alone and 70-80 people are in just the same boat as you and it’s comforting.

((most of them are just starting their summer reading just like me, too.))

we throw ourselves at each other and at our rooms and at our teachers that first day, just how it normally is but easier on the social anxiety. we get the afternoon to set up and then we have meetings to go over the rules so that way they wouldn’t have to give it to us again when the rest got here. it felt like we were the guinea pigs, the men at the birth of time. the ones who knew how everything worked before the rest of the world and were—more often than not—the reason that the rules would be changed for the rest of the group. if you’re lucky, you don’t have practice until day 2. i normally don’t possess such fortune.

practice. the only thing any of us have to report for. for my team, that was 10-11:30 conditioning and 3-4:30 field work every day, and twice in that week we had 7-8:30 to continue our progress. it’s exhilarating, the only way to describe it. but maybe that’s because i’m an addict and my drug of choice is the same as it was when i was 10. sprints are no fun but we’re together and we’re laughing, and i get so drunk off the buttercup yellow and fluorescent green swimming through the air around me that i don’t care about how i’m going to puke up a dining hall muffin or how my shirt is an entirely different shade from sweat or how my ankle definitely didn’t hurt like that before.

we indoctrinate the new people with our questions of your favorite smell and then tossing you the unwashed pennies (even though we’re a team that cheers when you make a bad shot because we just can’t get enough of each other), and we reminisce about the games of old and the teams that brought us to tears last year—how 10 called me a bitch for elbowing them and 4 laughed at me getting carded because that’s absolutely something 4 would do god what a prick but it’s okay i think they graduated—and the injuries that took people out and how they’re just not allowed to happen again.

and the playing. holy shiting fuck. being one of the callout defensive players on the team, i take it as the time to introduce myself to everyone and get my bearings of who i’m working with; who’ll listen to advice and who’ll give me that furrowed eyebrow look for daring to question their stance; who’s a baby deer walking on ice for the first time and how can i help make this just a little bit easier for them; who’s getting of play time and where will coach put them; who am i getting paired with a lot and how can i adapt to their play style.

((since being drafted as sweep, this is my goalie. and after one week of hours on end with each other, both of us with the same goal in every drill and joking beside each other when the offense are being run into the ground. last year, she became my son by day three and by day 5 we scrimmaged in matching bathing suits and i turf burned all down my arm, and even though we didn’t win she cites that as the moment i became her person.))

((this year? i’m not allowed to get concussed because she needs me. she needs me out there. i missed her first season and she told me i owed it to her and that we needed to form the same synchronization we barely brushed last year before the accident. for this one green, sky blue, and red-orange week of the year, that kid is my everything. her thoughts are my thoughts, my calls are hers. i promised her we would have it this year, so whatever may happen to me and my destructive tendencies both on and off the field, i’m giving it to her.))

i get pads and pads of paper and i draft roster after roster, trying to get into the head of my former advisor while giving advice she’ll never hear to as many people who will possibly listen to me. i wave my hands around over orange chicken and jasmine rice and blue gatorade and chick fil a milkshakes and talk only of the future, the school year, the season, my family and my team-family and ways that things are green and shiny and bright.

((something a coach said to me last year will always stick with me. when conferencing with me about my role on the team, she said that during the season but especially during preseason, my eyes never sparkle more.))

my favorite day is when it rains. every year there’s always one. the day everyone dreads but i ADORE. last year the power went out, and it got me out of everything but practice. i didn’t mind, though. i never could on rain days.

we’re all outside going through the same downpour and it’s cold and your tank top is sticking to you in the wind, but the air is hot so it’s refreshing. and it sucks to be out there in the rain with your soreness and your slightly off shots and your feet slipping all over the turf (or getting mud in places you’ll talk about only in the locker room) but your heart is absolutely glowing because you’re doing what you love with amazing people in the greatest place you’ve ever been and even if you eat shit 5–10–20 more times, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. because life is good. there’s something in life to look forward to, and it’s you and your team against the elements: training and fucking up and learning from it to grow and to be the best. your eyes are still shiny and you’re alight with heart fire.

because that’s really what preseason is about: heart fire. finding something that makes you feel good about yourself and feel strong and confident and together to just set you ablaze.

#am if you’re reading this #you feel like preseason rain days #i was writing about you and that happened and i couldn’t stop writing #because that’s what your france/germany post reminds me of. you found your heart fire. and your presence reminds me of mine #and then i remembered that preseason is so close #my love for school and field hockey and family and preseason came roaring out of me i guess #rexy wrote a thing #i miss my brother and my younger/older sister and my greg and my son and my older sister and my sunflower #and my twin flame and my snack thief and my dad and my coach and my home and my family and my team and my sport #and the feeling of my heart fire. #dad and i were talking and he was like “i didn’t realize how important field hockey was to you.” and i was like “yeah me neither #“only know you love her when you let her go. that song by passenger?” #and he told me to get out and then got jokingly frazzled when i tried bc we had to talk about a lot more #17. days. 16 now the clock’s struck midnight. #wendy’s coke machine soon <3

[mcmansionhell]

mojo dojo casa house

Howdy folks! Sorry for the delay, I was, uhhhh covering the Tour de France. Anyway, I'm back in Chicago which means this blog has returned to the Chicago suburbs. I'm sure you've all seen Barbie at this point so this 2019 not-so-dream house will come as a pleasant (?) surprise.

Yeah. So this $2.4 million, 7 bed, 8.5+ bath house is over 15,000 square feet and let me be frank: that square footage is not allocated in any kind of efficient or rational manner. It's just kind of there, like a suburban Ramada Inn banquet hall. You think that by reading this you are prepared for this, but no, you are not.

Scale (especially the human one) is unfathomable to the people who built this house. They must have some kind of rare spatial reasoning problem where they perceive themselves to be the size of at least a sedan, maybe a small aircraft. Also as you can see they only know of the existence of a single color.

Ok, but if you were eating a single bowl of cereal alone where would you sit? Personally I am a head of the table type person but I understand that others might be more discreet.

It is undeniable that they put the "great" in great room. You could race bicycles in here. Do roller derby. If you gave this space to three anarchists you would have a functioning bookshop and small press in about a week.

The island bit is so funny. It's literally so far away it's hard to get them in the same image. It is the most functionally useless space ever. You need to walk half a mile to get from the island to the sink or stove.

Of course, every McMansion has a room just for television (if not more than one room) and yet this house fails even to execute that in a way that matters. Honestly impressive.

The rug placement here is physical comedy. Like, they know they messed up.

Bling had a weird second incarnation in the 2010s HomeGoods scene. Few talk about this.

Honestly I think they should have scrapped all of this and built a bowling alley or maybe a hockey rink. Basketball court. A space this grand is wasted on sports of the table variety.

You would also think that seeing the rear exterior of this house would help to rationalize how it's planned but:

Not really.

Anyways, thanks for coming along for another edition of McMansion Hell. I'll be back to regular posting schedule now that the summer is over so keep your eyes peeled for more of the greatest houses to ever exist. Be sure to check the Patreon for today's bonus posts.

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#architecture #design #mcmansion #mcmansions #ugly houses #interior design #bad architecture #2010s #2019 #Illinois