#j.skinner

[lovesickhughes]

ekholm and j.skinner sighting i am unwell

[kentjohnson91]

Oilers vs Blackhawks Game Recap 10/12

Blackhawks 5-2

Period 1- CHI: Philipp Kurashev (assist(s): hall, kaiser)

Period 2- EDM: Corey Perry (assist(s): j.skinner, ekholm)

CHI: Seth Jones (assist(s): bedard, teravainen) Power Play Goal

CHI: Connor Bedard (assist(s): teravainen, brodie)

Period 3- CHI: Teuvo Teravainen (assist(s): jones, bedard) Power Play Goal

EDM: Leon Draisaitl (assist(s): mcdavid, nugent-hopkins) Power Play Goal

CHI: Teuvo Teravainen (assist(s): vlasic, jones) Power Play Goal

Mrazek: 36 saves, 2 goals allowed

Pickard: 15 saves, 5 goals allowed

1st Star- Bedard (1 goal, 2 assists)

2nd Star- Teravainen (2 goals, 2 assists)

3rd Star- Perry (1 goal)

Team Records: (Win-Loss-OT Loss)

Blackhawks 1-1-1

Oilers 0-2-0

[nuge]

what if mcd and j.skinner vibe v well next szn. are they mcskinner. but mcskinner is mcd and stu. i guess mcd and stu could be toad and luigi

[korshrimpski]

Its should become a league rule a team in the playoffs gets to sign Jeff Skinner for the post season

[prettbesce]

buf @ mtl // 2/13/22

[puckmeupfam]

Sap | Jeff Skinner

Word Count: 2287

Note: My autumnal aesthetic piece that I started in July. Title is based on the fact that this is entirely fluff without plot, and because it takes place in the Northeast with references to maple syrup, cider donuts, and leaf-peeping. 

Zipping your newly packed suitcase and pulling it off the bed, you heard the front door open signaling that Jeff arrived home from practice. It was a rare time when he had the weekend off. No games, no practices after the one he just finished, just free time which he chose to devote to spending with you. The two of you loved going on short trips whenever possible to escape the monotony of work and grocery shopping and Buffalo. Honestly, you could spend the weekend in Lackawanna and be happy as long as you were with Jeff. This particular weekend was special because it was now solidly fall. The temperatures were dropping. The leaves were changing. Swimsuits were being swapped out for sweaters. And golf was being replaced by hockey.

You had spent most of the summer in Markham. Coming from a smaller family, you were always enamored by Jeff’s. At this point, you honestly considered them to be your family, too. You loved talking to Jillian about her time in law school or asking Ben about his hockey career in Germany. It was also hilarious to watch the five siblings tease Jeff about his competitiveness or on-ice gaffs, but he was always a good sport about it and just laughed with bright red cheeks. You knew how much it meant to Jeff when he got to spend time with his family and experience that warmth and joy. The both of you were incredibly lucky that Buffalo isn’t too far away, but with his schedule, the uninterrupted summer was extra special.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you missed Jeff coming up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face found its way into the crook of your neck. The action brought an unconscious smile to your face as you leaned back into him.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked you, voice muffled against your skin as he lightly swayed. You shrugged in response, “We should probably get Andrea a birthday gift while we’re gone, something nice you know? Show we were thinking about her.” Jeff hummed in response. He rocked the two of you a bit before speaking, “Are you ready to leave?” You took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. Turning your body to look him in the eye you smiled softly, “Almost,” you whispered, “we should probably get going before they decide they need you to individually kiss each fan.” This elicited a booming laugh from Jeff that you felt throughout your body, “The only person I’m kissing is you.”

After another minute of contentment, you shuffled him away from you to grab some chargers and last-minute necessities. He chuckled as he started pulling your suitcase down to the car, he knew how much you were looking forward to this trip. You had spent the last week researching and talking about all the spots you wanted to visit while you were away. Grabbing your purse and hoisting it over your shoulder you did a last-minute sweep of the house to make sure that everything was unplugged and you weren’t leaving candles lit or stovetops on. After your anxieties were quelled you went outside and joined Jeff in the car. He had already put your B&B into the GPS and he flashed you a large grin which you eagerly matched as he pulled out of the driveway.

This trip the two of you were going to Western Massachusetts. It was about a five and a half hour drive, probably longer since you knew you would be stopping for lunch and every state park that came your way. You synched your phone and started playing music, knowing that you had a playlist with the perfect ambiance. Jeff always teased you for making playlists for every mood, weather pattern, task, or aesthetic that came in your head. But when the soft chords came through the speakers and his fingers started a gentle tap against the steering wheel to the beat, you knew that it was appreciated.

In Buffalo, the weather was just cool enough that the seat warmers got turned on but not yet so cold that you were shivering. You were cruising down the highway, close to crossing city lines. When you glanced over at Jeff he had a small smile, like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Just watching the road with an underlying well of happiness. You took a minute to look at him, to take him in. His smile turned out to be infectious and you knew your face was probably spread with a dopey grin.

“You’re staring,” Jeff said, breaking the silence.

“You didn’t even look over. How would you know?” you complained.

“I could feel your stare,” he responded, looking over at you with a grin that took over his whole face. His statement made you burst out laughing. While the whole thing was funny and, you were sure that he really did get that weird feeling you get when someone’s looking at you, it made you think about how you were always so aware of each other. The two of you could be in a crowd of people at some Sabres bruncheon and someway somehow you could always glance up and see him already looking at you. Or when you would go to some team party, you always had a tendency to reach for each other’s hands at the same time.

“You would stare at you too,” was your response after you had realized that you went a few beats too long just staring into space.

It was Jeff’s turn to laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“It means,” you started, drawing out the word, “that you’re cute and potentially the embodiment of sunshine and everyone would stare at you if they could and I will simply not defend myself further.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at your dramatic tone and faux-seriousness. He swung his arm out over to you, holding it in the air until you grabbed his hand in both of yours. You pulled his hand into your lap and leaned further back into the passenger seat. Turning your head to the side to watch the city escape, your eyes unfocused and your brain turned to elevator music as your temple rested against the window. After a few minutes of contented silence, Jeff’s hand made its way to your thigh and squeezed, drawing your attention.

“Look at the leaves, babe,” he told you. The passing trees were dotted with warm-colored leaves of crimson, tangerine, marigold, and honey. It was absolutely gorgeous and seemed like a sign that your trip was only going to get better. You stared in awe for about a mile before you looked back at Jeff. His eyes flickered from the road to your face and the look he gave you, full of love and peace, made you feel so warm.

“They’re so pretty,” you said softly. You moved your hand to twine your fingers together and you watched his dimples come out in full force as he forced his eyes to stay on the road. After a few moments of contentment, you spoke again, “do you want me to tell you about the plant pigments that make these colors possible?”

Jeff chuckled, but you knew that your joke didn’t ruin the moment or anything else that you might think if you were talking to someone else. Because Jeff knew you, he loved you. He loved your bad jokes, your stories that you’ve already told him multiple times but just like telling again and again, the way you go into lectures to explain things that he had never thought twice about, your urge to talk during movies to comment on the scene or the actor’s personal life. He loved the best parts of you and he loved the worst parts of you. And this moment? Where you feel the light beaming out of your heart. It isn’t the moment. It’s just a moment in a string of hundreds of thousands of moments that you’ll experience with your favorite person.

--

After about two hours in the car, you were close to Syracuse and decided to stop for lunch. The two of you decided on a cute, local diner. Jeff parked the car and as you stepped out, you stretched your legs to rid yourself of the wobbly feeling from being in a car too long. The sidewalks were made of a red brick and there was a quiet hustle with people walking their dogs and couples going in and out of shops. The two of you walked side-by-side, but right when you were about to reach the door Jeff stepped ahead to hold it open for you. Stepping through you smiled at him and he followed you in. There seemed to be a typical lunch rush, but the restaurant wasn’t crowded. A waitress pointed you towards a booth and you slumped into it as Jeff sat across from you.

You both ordered coffees before cracking the menu open to see what they had. The pages were lined with different sandwiches, egg dishes, pancakes, and all the typical diner food that you loved. You settled on your order fairly quickly but Jeff scanned the pages until the coffees were brought out and the waitress was asking for your order. Handing her your menu, you explained what you wanted before both of you turned your attention towards your boyfriend.

“Could I have the brownie french toast?”

At that you raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. As the waitress walked away, scribbling your orders down as she went, Jeff looked back at you and laughed at your expression. “Cheat weekend,” was his explanation. He shrugged with an expression on his face like he was being forced to order what was likely the sugariest option on the menu. You threw your hands up to say you weren’t judging. Jeff quickly launched into a story about something Jack did at practice and that filled your wait until the food was brought to your table. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened comically when his food came out. It looked like there had been a blizzard of powdered sugar. It was topped with a whopping pile of whipped cream and a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles, just in case the brownie batter wasn't sweet enough.

Neither of you wasted any time in diving into your food and when you glanced up at Jeff after a few minutes you giggled when you saw that some of that whipped cream had ended up on his nose. You stealthily pulled out your phone to snap a picture of him. Once he heard the click of your camera he looked up at you which reignited your laughter.

“What?” he asked, chuckling lightly with you even without knowing the reason.

Without explaining yourself, you just reached out and swiped the sweet substance off his face before licking it off your finger. His response was just a sharp laugh with rolled eyes, head thrown back a bit at your antics. He knew full well that you were going to tease him for a long time for his choice of ridiculously confectionary lunch. You returned to your food with a shake of your head, but when you turned to take a sip of your coffee you noticed that Jeff had absolutely demolished his plate of french toast and was now trying to collect the remnant of whipped cream with his fork.

“It’s not going to be my fault when you crash from all that sugar,” you told him. He watched you dig your teeth into your lip to try and conceal the smile that was threatening to break through.

“Honestly, (Y/N), I’ve never felt better in my life. The sprinkles fuel me. I think I’ll make this my pre-game meal,” Jeff said with an air of seriousness. Sadly for him, but luckily for you, he had a genetic inability to suppress his smiles. You leaned back in the booth until your head hit the pleather upholstery and kicked your feet up to rest in his lap underneath the table.

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, I’m taking you to the Sugar Shack tomorrow and we’re getting the cider donuts.”

Jeff pulled a shocked and aghast face in response, “How dare you insinuate that I would ever be anything other than thrilled at the very prospect of cider donuts? You know, just because you said that I’m going to get two orders and we’ll see what you say when I eat those and yours too.”

You rolled your eyes so dramatically that you knew, if your mom were there, she would be telling you that they’d get stuck like that. Under the table, you kicked your legs up to rest in Jeff’s lap as he waved his arm to flag down the waitress for the bill. You sat quietly, just watching as he went through the monotony of thanking the waitress and putting his card in the sleeve of the bill. When he looked back at you, he smiled knowing that he caught you staring for the second time that day.

“You ready?” He asked you. A simple question, given that you were on a roadtrip with a predetermined destination. But with the opportunity to just appreciate him and your relationship, without the stress of your schedules or outside influences, it just felt meaningful. There was no one you would rather be with, during the happiest moments of your life or the worst. You felt a little misty with the joy of having him by your side.

“With you? Always.”

Pulling yourself out of the booth, you extended your hand for him to grasp and continued onwards.

[captain-mcdavid]

Can we talk about Jeff Skinner? Like, the first time he eats you out? You’ve never been wowed by men’s mouths but he’s surprisingly doing it for you.

i would love to see these dimples in between my legs

it’s smut night! come talk to me!

“i think i’m good at it, no one has ever told me i’m bad...”

“just cause no one has told you you’re bad doesn’t mean you’re good, just means they’re nice.”

“let me try,”

it happens after all your friends have left and after too much wine

this is gonna make your friendship awkward but ngl you’ve thought about it before so you’re not gonna say no

you nod skeptically letting him hover over you on the couch

you kiss for a little bit and then he kisses down your body

he slides your shorts and underwear down all at once

and then he folds his arms underneath your legs to hold you open for him

he licks up your slit and then shakes his head back and forth while his tongue is over your clit

you’ve never had anyone be so enthusiastic about it

and you’re not sure if he’s just trying harder or if he actually just likes to eat pussy

but you don’t really care because it feels really good

when he actually slides his tongue into you you lose it a little

trying to grind against his face but he’s holding you down

it usually doesn’t happen this fast cause it’s never really this good

but when he sucks hard on your clit you’re cumming on his face

and then he’s popping up with a smug smile on his face

“so, were they just being nice?”

[bunny-anastasia]

know anything about jack eichel or jeff skinner?

both great boys, very lowkey about personal stuff from what I know !

[puckbabes]

Anything on Jeff Skinner?

As far as I know, he’s single. I heard he’s not one to be very active on social media.

[justahockeylover]

i love this so much

Idk if you’re still doing the top 5 thing, but top 5 Jeff Skinner being caught on camera acting ridiculous?

five? 

FIVE????

impossible.

anyway here’s a ton of jeff skinner being ridiculous

casually moonwalking on ice

smile so much you gotta stretch out your face mid game

fell over but still scored so, gotta celly 

“the puck is precious. must protect the puck.”

the whitest white boy dance celly in existence 

when you can’t stop won’t stop pirouette roll over a player on the team yours just scored on

casually busting out a half axel mid-game to avoid tripping on a guys stick 

i… don’t even know what to call this? “jeff tries defending”?

and my favourite jeff: smiley happy jeff

[bambigoose]

Gifts to Give - J.Skinner

Day 20

The Buffalo Sabers and their counterparts had decided to volunteer some of their time this holiday season, each couple dressed in matching sweaters and santa hats was working with Gifts to Give to organize and wrap presents for families. Jeff Skinner made a critical mistake challenging his girlfriend to a wrapping competition. Their competitive nature taking over and the smack talk was brutal much to the entertainment of everyone else.

“He doesn’t understand anything about creases, that’s why he was called for Goaltender Interference last night.” Jeff’s jaw dropped looking over the table to her, gasping while tearing the paper he was attempting to fold alone the box's edge. She snorted, “Apparently the good hands disappear when he leaves the ice.”

"Keep going and you won't get to experience these good hands anytime soon."

"Whoever said they were good at that?"

Three things happened at once. One, Jack Eichel laughed so hard his coffee started coming out of his nose. Two, Jeff placed the scissors on the table and took off his hat. Three, his girlfriend decided now would be a good time to run and took off through the isles. Boots however were not meant to be run in and Jeff gained ground quickly and lifted her around the waist twirling them around.

Bracing himself and gently placing her back down he smiled at the giggles escaping her. She turned and stood on her toes to kiss him but he leaned back "Oh no."

She laughed "But you're good at this." Chuckling be connected their lips. "But you aren't good at wrapping." She crackles.

[prettbesce]

jeff skinner’s first goal of the 21/22 season

[rawmeanderson]

How can i put this in words..... boys who would fuck you at a party, cum in you, and go back out and party all while having cum drip down your legs and act like nothing happened.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

b.jenner, n.patrick, e.lindholm, t.konecny, b.point, j.skinner when he’s in the mood.

[captain-mcdavid]

Jeff Skinner #6

“how romantic of you, demanding affection.”

Sighing loudly for what felt like the millionth time, you watch on, hoping to catch Jeff’s attention while he scrambles around the house looking for more things to stuff in his suitcase.

You just want him to stop for a minute and pay attention to you before he leaves on the longest road trip of the year. Two and a half weeks he’ll be gone and you’re not even sure you’ll get a goodbye hug at the rate he’s going.

“Jeff,” You sing, quietly. Nothing. “Jeff,” A little louder.

“What’s up hun?” He speaks back this time but he’s not actually paying attention.

“When do you go?”

“Pretty quick here,” He replies, trying to fit yet another pair of shoes in his already packed full suitcase.

You feel dramatic for wanting attention so bad, because two and a half weeks really isn’t that long, but when he’s gone it seems like long, and you just want some cuddles before you have to resort to your pillow.

You’re not expecting the reaction you have to his words at all, but you can’t help the way your eyes tear up. Sniffling you wipe quickly at your eyes, praying that Jeff won’t notice, but he looks up from his suitcase, chuckling when he sees your deep etched frown.

“Aw, baby,” He laughs, tugging at the zipper on his suitcase. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Shut up,” You groan. It’ll go by fast for him, he’s playing eleven games with practices everyday. You just have to work. “Can you just fucking hug me for a while?”

Your harsh request has Jeff bursting into a fit of giggles, but he stands wandering over to you. “How romantic, you demanding affection.”

You reach your arms out for him and Jeff leans down, rolling on top of you. You’re being flattened but you really don’t mind at all. Tightening your arms around him, you wiggle around til your legs are free, wrapping those around him too. When he turns his head to you, you welcome his lips on yours, trying your best not to cry into the kiss.

He finishes off by peppering the rest of your face with pecks, which would usually make you laugh, but now it just makes you sad. You really don’t want him to go.

“Alright, I better head out.” Jeff tries to stand from the couch, but your body wrapped around him is restricting him from doing so. “Babe,” He murmurs, waiting for you to let go. But you don’t.

“Baby, I gotta go,” He laughs, trying to pry your arms from him, but you’re hanging on too tight. Jeff sighs, standing up despite your eight best efforts to hold him down. His arms are spread out, and he stands, laughing while you’re clung onto his chest like a toddler.

Eventually you give up, placing a leg down on the floor while pecking him on the neck. “Okay. You can go,” You say with a big sigh.

He presses his lips to yours one more time before whispering, “I love you, I’ll see you soon.”

[puckyeahhockey]

Girl Dad {J.Skinner}

Requested: y/n

“Why don't you paint anymore? I know it helps when you're stressed” Jeff asked rubbing your legs that were draped across his lap. Painting had always been your favorite thing to do in your free time. When you were in high school, you could spend hours upon hours cooped up in you room with your painting supplies.

“We’ve been busy,” you laughed gesturing around your living room and to your baby bump that homed you growing daughter. You weren't quite sure if he realized how much your routines have been changing recently.

“We haven't been that busy, have we?” he smirked rubbing his finger along the side of your stomach.

“Yes, we have. We moved out here just last summer, we had to find a house and move everything from the old house, and on top of that we had to work in serious family time with our families since we didn't spend a lot of them during the season or after. By the time we got settled in, to where the house was livable without a trip to Home Depot every couple days, preseason was starting which meant season was around the corner and I finally got pregnant,” you listed to him.

“It wasn't th-”

“Don't forget having to work doctor appointments around your hockey schedule so you could be there and unpacking and moving things around for when she comes,” you continued laughing at how overwhelming the past five months had really been for your family..

“Okay yeah we have been busy,” he agreed taking in everything you told him.

“If I'm being honest I don't even know where my stuff is to be able to paint,” you admitted standing up and stretching.

“If you can find your paints I’ll be your canvas,” Jeff murmured stretching his arms over his head which was accompanied by a cheeky wink. You shook your head and began to rummage through the collapsible boxes on the bookshelf.

“Well looks like I’ll have to take you up on it because here they are,” you smiled pulling them out from the shelf. “What should I paint?”

“Paint something that announces that we are having a baby girl,” he suggested. To announce the pregnancy Jeff painted ‘Baby Skinner July 2019’ on your stomach and added hockey stickers around it to ‘spice it up’ and posted it to Instagram with the caption ‘2037 Draft’. At your gender reveal get-together for your friends and family, you and Jeff had to pop a paint balloon that was attached to a canvas. His idea kept the paint theme so you nodded in approval and gathered your things. “Look at me giving you all of this Instagram content,” your husband joked taking his shirt off.

“I might fall asleep,” Jeff mumbled adjusting his head on the pillow. He was on the floor laying on his stomach while you sat beside him with your paints on a palette. You took your brush, dipping it in some paint, and began to swipe it across his back. “Okay, maybe not. This tickles,” he giggled trying not to move too much.

For the next 20 minutes or so you painted your husbands back with little movement from him. You were able to accomplish a pink sunset background, behind a singular sunflower and above the sunflower you wrote ‘#Girldad’. You smiled to yourself knowing how much this little painting meant to you. “What’d you paint?” Jeff asked attempting to peek over his shoulder. You took a picture of his back and showed him. A smile, brighter than his usual, grew on his face as he stared at it in awe. “Explain it,” he requested adjusting to watch you. Even though some of your art was self explanatory, there was something about the way you talked about it that made it so much better.

“Okay so I did the pink sunset because how we always think of my grandma when we see them and I have a feeling she handpicked our little girl for us. Hopefully she is born during one of those sunsets because it will probably be in July if not June,” you smiled. Your grandmother passed when you were young and the two of you would always go for walks around sunset when the summer sky was a rich shade of pink. Jeff always brought it up when you two would be out to see one. “And the sunflower because wh-”

“When I proposed to you,” he interrupted. The day Jeff proposed to you he hid sunflowers around the house in Raleigh with little notes about what he loves about you while you were at work and it was a scavenger hunt for you to find them all to make a bouquet.

“And that’s what you gave me before date night when I told you I was pregnant,” you smiled holding his hand in you lap.

“We use sunflowers a lot, huh?” he laughed. He was right, but you didn't mind. You always thought of sunflowers to represent happiness and lightheartedness but it has also been known for loyalty and longevity which is what you and Jeff strived for in your relationship.

“Yeah, I don't care though,” you smiled. “And then the final part is obvious when you yelled that at the party,” you laughed with Jeff recalling the event.

“Oh my gosh that was crazy,” his words muffled by the pillow. When you and Jeff found out you were having a girl the first thing he yelled was ‘Ohhh I’m a girl dad’ which you thought was the cutest thing ever. You knew Jeff would be a great dad to a little boy and he even though so himself but he was a little more hesitant to his abilities with a little girl. Once he realized he was gonna have his own little girl, you never thought you would have seen him so excited.

After you two talked on the floor for a bit longer, you posted the picture you had taken earlier on both of your accounts with the caption ‘Flower Child’.

“Now our next hurdle is her name and what we are going to paint it on,” Jeff whispered placing a kiss on your lips.

[puckbabes]

Skinner?

He is single and doesn’t respond to dms that often.