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18/? NHL Bromances: Jeff Skinner & Elias Lindholm (Carolina Hurricanes)

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bruins @ hurricanes | round 1, game 1 | may 2, 2022

Baby Boy [Andrei Svechnikov]

Description: Svech being with his little family.

Warnings: You might get baby fever.

A/N: Everything in Russian is translated by Google Translate, so it’s probably not right.

Andrei and Y/N never planned on getting pregnant and having a baby at the age of twenty, let alone at least until they were a few years older, but things happen.

Y/N had moved from Barnaul to Raleigh, North Carolina to be with her boyfriend of three years while he navigated being a NHL rookie. She worked from home teaching Russian for a few hours a day, so she wasn't bored all of the time with Andrei busy and with being in a new place with knowing maybe one or two people.

She didn't know what to do when she felt sick fifteen months ago. She didn't understand the article when she looked up "symptoms pregnant" on her laptop after throwing up for the fourth day in a row, so she called the one person who was great at helping her understand everything American. Jaccob's wife, Kylie had been great with helping Y/N since moving and she was happy Y/N came to her about something so important.

She went with Y/N and showed her pregnancy tests and helped her with the instructions, and when the test came out positive, she helped Y/N find a OB/Gyn to confirm the pregnancy.

Andrei was ecstatic when he found out. He tackled her onto the bed and just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her face all over, muttering "Я люблю тебя." ("I love you.") Over and over again.

He finally pulled away and gazed into her eyes. "это все, что я когда-либо хотел." ("This is all I've ever wanted.")

"Really?" Y/N whispered.

"да." ("Yes."), "You, baby, dog or cat, a family." Andrei replied.

And after that it was smooth sailing for the couple, for the most part.

Y/N gave birth to a big baby boy, weighing nine pounds seven ounces, named Sergei Andrei Svechnikov.

He looked exactly like his father, so the boys on the team stopped teasing Andrei about the baby not being his because "there's no way a woman as beautiful as Y/N could have a baby with you.", so Andrei and Y/N fell in love with their baby boy, and even more in love with each other.

Andrei walked into the dark house after arriving home from the airport. He locked the door and took his dirty clothes to the laundry room and unloaded the clothes and switched the laundry over. Then he checked all of the locks before walking up the stairs into their shared bedroom.

He knew exactly where Y/N and Sergei were. Y/N always had him sleep in their room while he was gone. He pushed the door open and smiled when he saw his baby curled up in his bassinet and Y/N holding onto the bassinet with a death grip while sleeping.

He plugged his phone in before slipping into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

Y/N had gotten up when she heard the shower start, and so did Sergei so she changed his diaper and cuddled him for a little bit until Andrei stepped out in a pair of sweatpants.

"Привет, детка. How was your day?" ("Hi baby.") Andrei asks as he slips into bed.

"It was good. Worked for a little bit and took Sergei to see Kylie." She says as she adjusts her shirt so Sergei can eat. "How was your day?" She knew they won their game but she didn’t stay up to watch the post game interviews.

"We won, and I got to come home to my family so it was great." Andrei places a kiss on her lips before laying down, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his head on her leg.

They continued to talk while Sergei ate and when he was done Andrei took him so he could be burped and Y/N went to go get a drink.

Andrei walked around their room after burping the baby to lull him back to sleep. He pressed kisses to Sergei’s head and cheek and spoke to him in Russian so he could hear his voice.

"папочка любит тебя, малыш. ты и мамочка." ("Daddy loves you baby boy. You and mommy.") Andrei whispers. while he places Sergei into the bassinet.

Y/N walks into the room and watches her boyfriend and their son.

"You are an amazing dad. We are lucky to have you." She says as she gets in bed.

Andrei gets in next to her and pulls her into him.

"I'm lucky to have you. You guys are by far the best thing to ever happen to me."

"я люблю тебя Андрей." (I love you Andrei.")

"я тоже тебя люблю." ("I love you too.")

Y/N places her head in the crook of Andrei's neck, tangles her legs with his and presses a kiss to his chest before letting herself fall asleep.

Andrei stays up for a little while longer, thanking his lucky stars for his life, and family while admiring his girlfriend and glancing over to the bassinet just a few feet away from him.

This was all he’s ever wanted.

Last Christmas [Andrei Svechnikov] 🎄

Description: Y/N and Andrei meet again, this Christmas.

Warnings: Probably cursing, I don’t remember. Cheating but not cheating?

"Y/N, we're going out for drinks. It's Christmas on the Rocks at Joe's. Will you go with us?" Y/N's friend, Emily asks as she and her boyfriend finish getting ready.

Y/N looks up from her laptop screen that's filled with notes and narrows her gaze on her friends.

"Who's going to be there?" She asks.

"As far as I know it's just going to be Sebastian and his girlfriend." Nick, Emily's boyfriend replies with his hands held up.

Y/N thinks for a few seconds before nodding.

"Okay. I'll go, just give me a couple of minutes."

"Yay! Okay, we will be out in the living room." Emily exclaims before dragging Nick away with her.

Y/N closes her laptop and sighs. Then she gets up and looks at herself in the mirror.

She's wearing her Duke t-shirt and sweatpants. And her hair is a rats nest from tugging her hands through it while stressing over her study guide.

"Jeans and a hairbrush should do." She mutters, walking over to her closet.

§§§

Emily walks into the bar first, with Y/N and Nick in tow.

The owners decorated the interior and exterior beautifully, and they have Christmas music playing as well. When you walk in, you're immediately in the Christmas spirit.

She looks around and sets her sights on Sebastian  and his girlfriend, Melissa. They are sitting at a high top table across the room, so Emily grabs her friends hand and drags her along.

"Hey guys!" Emily exclaims.

"Look who showed up!" Sebastian exclaims as he notices Y/N.

"Yeah, they dragged me out, Merry Christmas guys." Y/N laughs.

Everyone exchanges a hug before deciding to get drinks.

Y/N volunteers to go get a round and heads to the bar alone.

The bartender is quite busy, so she waits patiently, watching the game between the Flames and Senators.

She was too focused on the game, watching the Tkachuck brothers mess around with each other. She didn't even notice the blonde sit on the stool next to her until he finally spoke.

"Enjoying the game?"

She will never forget his voice, so she didn't even have to look at him to know who it was.

"Yep." She replies.

It's quiet for a few seconds before her stool is turned against her will and his cologne floods her senses.

"Andrei, what the hell?" She squeaks, grabbing the counter.

Andrei let's out a deep chuckle and smiles at the girl in front of him.

"Why won't you talk to me? It's been a year since we've seen each other. I've texted, called and you didn't answer. I even asked Nick and Sebastian, but no one will tell me what's going on." Andrei explains, "What happened? Did I do something? If I did, I want to make it right Y/N. I miss you."

Y/N studies him for a few seconds, trying to see if he is serious or not. And of course like the universe decided to let her know that it hates her, Last Christmas by Wham! came on.

"Are you serious?" Y/N asks, exasperated. She gets off of the stool and stands. "Yeah, Andrei. You did do something."

Y/N walks away from the bar and back over to her friends at the table.

"Y/N, where's the drinks?" Sebastian asks as she grabs her purse.

"Andrei is here. I'm going to go home.I shouldn't have come anyway." She says, ignoring his question. "I'm sorry guys."

Y/N takes her purse and coat and beelines for the door before anyone can say anything to her.

Once outside she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before she cries.

"Y/N?!"

Of course he came after her.

Y/N starts walking away from the door, trying to order an Uber to get home.

"Y/N, wait! Please?" Andrei begs as he comes up behind her.

"I really need to go home-."

He gently grabs her arm and spins her towards him.

"Can we please talk? I don't know what I did to you, but I am being serious about making it right."

"It's been a year. Why try now?" Y/N pushes.

"Y/N, I thought that you just weren't interested so I wasn't going to force you to talk to me."

Y/N looks at him dumbfounded, "Of course I was interested Andrei!"

"Well then what happened?"

"You slept with that girl on the West Coast trip after that night!" Y/N exclaims.

Andrei looks at her with questioning eyes.

Did he seriously forget he slept with that girl?

"You don't remember, so this must be a common thing?" Y/N seethes, trying to walk away.

"Y/N, I haven't slept with anybody since I met you."

"You're lying."

"No, I am not." Andrei argues.

"Last Christmas you said you wanted to be together and then the very next day I get a message from some girl out in California who had you in her bed! She sent pictures with you and everything." Y/N exclaims.

"Do you have the messages still? I want to see this picture." Andrei asks as he steps closer to Y/N again.

Y/N rolls her eyes and gets her phone out, pulling up the message thread and picture.

Drei said Merry Christmas :)

The pictures still make Y/N want to cry every time she sees them.

One is a selfie of the girl and Andrei, and the other is one of Andrei's back facing the camera in this girls bed.

Andrei studies the pictures and his eyes go wide.

"Y/N who sent these to you?"

"Some girl named Jillian." She puts her phone back in her pocket, "Why does that matter Andrei? That's obviously you in those pictures."

"Jillian and I dated back in my rookie year, when I first moved here. A year or so before I even met you." Andrei explains, scratching the back of his neck. "I haven't seen her since I broke it off. She's messaged me, sure. I swear to you I haven't replied or played into her game. These are old pictures."

Y/N's eyes immediately drop to the ground. Now ashamed of how she has acted.

"I'm sorry, Andrei. I should've talked to you, and not act that way. I'm so sorry." Y/N apologizes, not meeting his eyes.

"Y/N." He says, putting his hand underneath her chin to meet her eyes. "It's okay. Can we please just start over again?"

Y/N nods, "I'd like that."

"С Рождеством" Andrei says before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Merry Christmas Andrei."

Me when I see Seth

my man my man my man

I love Jarvy!

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐒

summary: seth always visits the training room in hopes of getting your attention until one day it backfires.

warnings: flirting + teasing, simply fluff!

word count: 1.26k

notes: first seth piece!! i literally love this man so much so i hope y'all enjoy. i've also had this plot for ages and i finally decided to write it.

Seth entered the team’s training room for what felt like the hundredth time since the start of the season, and his eyes immediately searched for you. He carried the same easygoing grin that he always did, the one that made it seem like nothing could bother him. It was one that was starting to become all too familiar to the other Hurricanes players and staff — a grin that usually meant Seth was up to something.

He spotted you by the cabinets, organizing boxes of splints and unrolling new lengths of tape with a focused intensity that made him pause. He couldn't help but admire how dedicated you were, how you seemed to move effortlessly despite the chaos that usually surrounded you. The first time he saw you, he thought it was just a fleeting attraction—something he’d forget about by the next practice. But as the days passed, he kept noticing more about you: the way you bit your lip when you were deep in concentration, the soft hum of a tune you’d sing under your breath when you thought no one was listening, and the bright way you laughed, like you weren’t weighed down by anything.

The training room started to feel a little brighter when you were there, and he found himself coming up with excuses to swing by more often. A slight tweak of his ankle, a vague soreness in his leg—any reason to have you check him out, even if he didn’t need it.

Over time, his visits became less about any actual injuries and more about getting to see you and getting to talk to you. He tried to be subtle, but his teammates noticed, throwing teasing comments his way when you weren’t looking. They’d tease him, elbowing him in the ribs, telling him to “stop pretending to be hurt just because he liked the company.” Seth would laugh it off, but he knew they were right. Every time he walked through those doors, it was just another chance to see you.

“Hey, y/n,” Seth greeted, a playful tone dancing in his voice. “Got a minute? I think something's up with my shoulder today.”

You turned, eyes meeting his with an amused glimmer that always seemed to make his pulse quicken. “Your shoulder this time, huh?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, Seth, you might just set a record for the most visits to the training room,” you said.

“What can I say?” he shrugged, still grinning. “I’m a delicate guy.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you replied, but the corner of your mouth twitched like you were fighting back a smile. You pointed to the table. “Sit. Let’s take a look at this ‘injury’ of yours.”

Seth hopped up on the table, swinging his legs like a kid. “I don’t know,” he said, voice dripping with dramatic flair. “It’s feeling pretty tight today. Might be serious.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping over to him. “Shirt off.”

He didn’t hesitate, stripping off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the lean, athletic muscles that came from years of hard work on the ice. You tried to keep your expression neutral, tried not to react to the way his skin gleamed under the fluorescent lights. But Seth saw the flicker of your eyes, the quick dart to his chest before you composed yourself. It sent a thrill through him—he liked that he could get a reaction out of you, even if you tried to hide it.

You stepped closer, fingers already tingling with the familiar sensation of checking injuries, but this time, you felt something different. Maybe it was the way he was watching you, eyes locked on your face like you were the most interesting thing in the room. Or maybe it was the way his skin felt warm beneath your touch, the slow rise and fall of his breathing under your fingertips.

“Any pain here?” you asked, pressing lightly on his shoulder.

“Maybe a little,” he said, though the slight smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. “I think you should keep checking, just to be sure.”

You sighed, a little exasperated, but you kept your focus. There was clearly nothing wrong with his shoulder, the lack of wincing or tension in his movements betraying his lie.

“Well,” you said, pulling your hands away from his shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I think you’ll live. But just to be sure, maybe I should recommend you take a game off. Can’t be too careful, right?”

Seth’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “Whoa, whoa, hold on—no need to get drastic here!”

“Why not? You keep showing up here all the time. It seems like you need the rest.”

He swallowed, trying to keep his cool, but you were so close now, and it was making his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. “Because,” he said, a bit too quickly, “I’m not actually hurt.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “You’re not?”

He let out a long, exasperated sigh, pulling his compression shirt back over his head. “No. I just… I just wanted an excuse to see you, okay? The shoulder’s fine. I’ve always been fine.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I know it’s stupid, but I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

You bit back a smile, trying to keep your composure. “You mean to tell me, all these times you’ve come to see me claiming your knee hurt, or you twinged your back… all those times you were faking it just to talk to me?”

Seth groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s pathetic. But you make it really hard to think straight, okay? And I’m not great with this stuff. I figured if I came in here enough, maybe you’d notice me.”

“I did notice you,” you said, and there was something softer in your tone now. “I noticed you every time you limped in here, pretending to be all tough. And believe me, I knew you were faking it.”

Seth’s head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You did?”

You nodded, biting back a smile. “Yep. Since, like, the second time you came in saying your elbow felt ‘off.’ You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

“Well, that’s… that’s just great,” Seth muttered, feeling heat flood his face. “So I’ve been making a complete idiot of myself this whole time?”

“A little bit, yeah,” you admitted, stepping closer, “but it was kind of cute.” You reached out, gently tapping his shoulder. “You know, you could’ve just asked me out, Seth. It would’ve saved you a lot of time and fake injuries.”

“So… does that mean you might be interested?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, Seth. It means I’m interested. Now, are you finally going to ask me out, or do you need to pretend to break a leg first?”

Seth’s grin spread across his face, genuine and full of relief. “Alright, alright. Would you… maybe want to go out with me sometime? For real, this time?”

You smiled back, nodding. “I’d like that.”

His heart soared, and he couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across his face. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, stepping back and giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Now, go stretch that ‘injured’ ankle of yours before I change my mind.”

He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’ve got it.” And as he left the training room, Seth couldn’t help but feel like he was walking on air.

I am honestly so mad about the lack of respect the nhl has for the black lives matter mouvement. THE OTHER TEAMS IN OTHER LEAGUES LITERALLY BOYCOTTED/STOPPED THEIR GAMES, and what does the nhl do. Oh, well they decided putting something up on the big screen would be the best thing for them.

Well on that note I say shame on the nhl, shame on them, shame on the players who aren’t helping what so ever(which most of them have particularly large platforms to share information on about this mouvement). I’m not one to be this mad and disgusted with the league but this need to stop.

The nhl need to see what they are doing. They need to understand the severity(seriousness) of this mouvement. I really hope they figure their sh!t out, because as of now I will stop watching and streaming their games until they do something about this.