Lilfeckingoblin - I Have No Idea

jeff skinner should be the scariest mfer in the nhl. 1000+ games played, never been to the playoffs. saint of unfulfilled dreams, god of lost chances, ghost of glories never felt. he's the subject of a greek tragedy. he should be passed down in fables about the futility of man. complaining about early playoff exists should invoke his wrath like the living embodiment of hubris passing judgement upon thee. he's a hockey eldritch horror straight out of your nightmares. his name should be spoke with the reverence of a martyr.

I have read enough sports romance to determine nobody is interested in the sports part of sports romance. why are they always at parties or at their hotel ! WHATS THE LOCKER ROOM AND THE ICE FOR IF NOT EXPLORING EACH OTHERS BODIES.

omegaverse fic idea:

while hooking-up it’s expected for alphas to wear muzzles (cloth or cage, depending how kinky they want to be), because when their face is shoved in an omega’s neck up against their scent gland, it’s hard for them to control the instinct to bite and mate (even if they dont want to mate when theyre in their right mind).

Two players start hooking up, maybe for convenience, maybe for heat/rut buddy, maybe for a superstitious ritual, etc. But they both start crushing while also doubting the other likes them back. When they fuck the alpha desperately wants to take off the muzzle, but of course they dont because this is just a hook-up, a fuckbuddy, no strings attached. Meanwhile, the omega does wish the alpha would take off their muzzle. They can feel their teeth press through the cloth muzzle and it drives them insane, but they can’t ask. Why would the alpha want them. This is just convenient.

One night, without warning, while the alpha is fucking their knot into the omega, the omega unclips the muzzle, and the alpha doesn’t hesitate.

(cue worried alpha thinking the muzzle came off on accident and omega having to calm them down by confessing)

for our viewing pleasure

Tyson: He doesn’t get it. That’s okay, he’s hot.

a little something i might possibly use in the fic im writing !

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“Y’know, you only scored ‘cause you wore my jersey before the game right.” Will said proudly as he shut the door to Jumbo’s guest house where Mack was living for the season.

“Uh-huh, is that right?” He replied, turning around to face Will in the dim light of the entrance hallway.

“You might have to wear it every night.”

“Oh you’re funny, Smitty.” He paused for a sec looking at Will, the air felt weird, tense, but oddly not in a bad way. “If BC is so good why didn’t you score tonight, huh?” He continued as Will stepped closer.

“Oh, I did.”

“What? No- you didn’t-“ The rest of the sentence mumbled as Will pressed his lips to Mack’s, grabbing the burgundy and golden stripes at the waist of the BC jersey he was still wearing.

As he pulled away Mack stared at him in shock, a light blush washing over his cheeks.

“I did.” Will reiterated in a whisper.

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I went a little off the rails for a power-point-party, so I thought I'd share. Don't come at me about canonicity. Also yes, I spent hours using illustrator to make pose-able vector mando'ade.

Review from my friend: "I feel like I actually learned something?"

here is yet another short bit from the fic im working on…. not beta read or anything so don’t judge too hard

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Mack is standing in the VIP lounge talking to his dad after the game—only half listening to him bitch about everything he didn’t do well in the game—when Will comes up from behind tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, Celly, my dad wants to meet you.” He starts the second Mack turns around, gesturing over to where his dad was talking to a couple of the other Dads.

“Smith. No hello?”, it’s Rick Celebrini. The one and only, Will thinks.

“Sorry, um, Mr. Celebrini.” Will shakes his hand firmly, just as he’d been taught by his own father. Him and Rick had already met once before when Mack brought Will to the Warriors game, he wasn’t any more polite this time to last. “Mind if I borrow Mack for a sec? My Dad-“

“Go ahead,” He starts before turning to Macklin, “We’ll continue this later, I’ll see you at the restaurant, son.” He quickly claps Mack on the shoulder and disappears into the crowd.

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“Dad, um, this is Mack.” Will starts as Bill, finished up talking to a couple of the other dads.

“Oh, Mack! So nice to finally meet you, Willy here wouldn’t shut up about you.” He joked, squeezing Will’s shoulder as he blushes in embarrassment.

“Dad.” Will warned playfully.

“Oh did he now?” Mack looked to Will, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

“Oh, what’s that? I think I hear Toff calling me, gotta go.” he starts turning away to leave Mack and his Dad to talk alone.

Mack watches as his teammate falls into the sea of Sharks jerseys, unable to tell him apart from all the different shades of teal and white.

“So,” Bill starts, Macks attention snapping back to him, “BC jersey, huh?”

“Oh- Yeah, um, I lost a bet.” He says quickly, it’s the truth yet he still feels like he’s lying.

“Right. I’m shocked he let you wear it.”

“I’m sorry?” Mack said, a little shocked.

What is that supposed to mean? He didn’t just let me, he made me. he thought.

“Yeah, doesn’t let anyone touch it. Not his mother, not me, don’t even think he let Gabe or Ryan touch it after he took it off that night.”

Mack just stared at him in shock, he knew it wasn’t polite but what else was he supposed to do? This is quite literally life changing information. So what he may be a little dramatic, this has to mean something. He needs it to mean something.

Will’s Dad continued with a small chuckle, “He told me he needed me to bring it with me on the trip, I had to ask if he has joking that’s how serious he is about it. Now I see why.”

“Oh my- I, fuck, sorry, he never told me that.” Mack stuttered awkwardly, still in complete shock.

“Looks like he’s waiting for you,” he points behinds Mack to see the previous crowd of staff and other guests completely cleared out, leaving nobody but Will, leaning against the wall on his phone.”

“Oh. Yeah, do you mind?”

“Go ahead, I’ll see you two at dinner.“ He smiles fondly down at the eighteen year old, “and Mack?”

He turned back around, a quizzical look on his face.”

“You’re a good kid, it was nice to meet you. and he really likes you, I can tell.”

“Thanks, uh, Mr. Smith.” Mack feels like his heart is going to burst with all this information at once. He’s sure Will’s dad didn’t mean he likes him like that but still.

“Bill is fine, kiddo.”

They share a short smile before Mack runs off to meet up with Will so they can drive to the restaurant together.

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hope this is half decent!! i didn’t read it myself after writing so if theres any mistakes ill fix them late

(heres the song i was listening to on repeat while writing this)

Not Bodie Boy and Gracie Girl

Boss makes a dollar I make a dime, got a scene idea for my hrpf smut…. so i wrote it on company time.