Andrei svechinkov story please. Maybe about them being first time parents or him finding out shes pregnant. And a little long please. Thnakss
Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, suggestive, Andrei spends most of the fic being a horny fuck.
"Okay I don't know why I decided to film this but I think I'm pregnant so I'm going to take a couple tests" you tell the camera, "these are the ones I bought" you show the camera the clearblue box. You take a deep breath, "I'm filming this so I can show Andrei if I am in fact pregnant."
You move out of the camera shot and take the tests, once your done you set them on the counter and set a timer, "Okay now we wait." When the timer goes off you jump, "Shit that scared me."
You take a deep breath before flipping them over, you gasp in shock as all the pregnancy tests say positive, "Oh my gosh." You pick the camera up and show the camera all the positive tests.
A couple days later Andrei is back from his road trip and he's been noticing something different about you, you seem like your glowing and not from the mind blowing sex you two have had since he got back.
"Baby" he asks one night as you two catch your breaths.
"Yes?" You ask looking up at him.
"Are you okay? You seem like your glowing?" He asks
"I'm great, I actually have a surprise for you" you say.
"More lingerie? Baby your killing me here" Andrei says with a groan.
You giggle, "No you horny fuck."
You get out of the bed and can feel Andrei's eyes on your bare ass as you get the gift and hand it to him. Andrei eyes you suspiciously before opening the gift. He pulls out a onesie and a baby Svechnikov jersey, "I'm lost."
You giggle as he stares at it confused before you see the realization dawn on his face, "Your pregnant?"
"Yeah I am" you say.
Andrei grabs you and pulls you into a hug, "This is so exciting baby." He pulls away from the hug just to kiss you, "We have to tell our parents and family and friends."
"Andrei breathe we don't have to tell them all right now" you say, "I scheduled an appointment for next week and we can confirm and then tell them."
Andrei takes a deep breath, "Your right, I got excited."
"I could tell" you say.
Andrei kisses you slowly, "I've been trying to knock you up since I got back and your already pregnant" he says dramatically.
You giggle, "Baby."
"What?" He says also laughing
"No inappropriate talk infront of the baby" you say.
"Not gonna happen" he says.
You giggle before laying your head back on his chest. "So round 3?" Andrei asks
You roll your eyes before straddling him, "sure why not."
svech + i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing
friend sent me this tweet the other day and i've been feral ever since.
"i won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing"
andrei svechnikov x reader, rated t. drinking/being tipsy, flirting in a bar. would love to expand this lowkey…
you're three drinks in at some fancy bar in raleigh, dragged out by your friends after an afternoon canes game. you don't know much about hockey, much less the team, but your old college roommate isabelle is a huge fan. she'd sworn the players would come to this bar after a win, and she was right.
isabelle, along with your other friends hannah and imani, is over with a group of well dressed men, ones you can only assume are on the hurricanes roster. but you? you've been staring at the tall, dirty blond angel sitting to your left.
the bartender approaches you with a refill, the same maple whiskey cocktail you've been sipping on all night. "oh! thank you, but i was going to close out my tab, actually," you explain awkwardly, not yet taking the drink.
"drink's paid for," the bartender says simply, nodding to the man on your left.
you turn to him, surprise painted on your features, and the man smiles. "figured this would get you talking." he says. he has a soft accent, it curls around his syllables and falls fuzzy on your ears as he continues, "i won't bite. unless you're into that sort of thing."
you're shocked by how forward he is, giggling as you sip the cocktail he so graciously provided. "sorry i'm just. nervous, i guess? you're like. like really handsome," you say, giggling and covering your mouth, shocked at your own words.
"i'm andrei," he introduces himself, standing from his stool to slide into the empty one directly next to you. "and, thank you. i think that you are—" he pauses, eyes drifting over your outfit, resting momentarily on your lips, "—very pretty yourself."
you smile and shake his hand, introducing yourself in turn. he asks about your day, you explain you're visiting your college town as an ncsu alum. he asks about your major, what you do for work. you ask about his family, and where his accent is from.
it's not until after, when you're in the hotel and texting him that you made it home safe, that you realize. you never asked what he did for work.
"i wonder what he does," you ask aloud, to no one in particular. isabelle is in the bathroom wiping off her makeup, while your other friends hannah and imani lounge in one of the large hotel beds. hannah looks up, interested, and you continue. "he said he's from russia. wonder what he’s doing in north carolina?”
imani quirks an eyebrow. “what was his name?”
“andrei,” you respond simply, followed by a thud from the bathroom.
isabelle shrieks your name, “no. there’s no way.”
“what?” you ask, still clueless, sitting up now.
"oh my god. you—ohmygod—you've got to lock this down. that's—" she runs a hand through her hair, face painted in disbelief. "do you know who that is?"
your eyes dart to hannah, then imani, looking for a hint. but they’re no help, and you shake your head.
“go ahead and google andrei svechnikov for me,” isabelle tells you, taking a seat beside you on the mattress. “that him?”
your jaw drops, reading his stats and info. “oh my god.” you swipe through the pictures, a small smile tugging at your lips as you remember his face.
isabelle sighs dramatically. “this is like it for you. you have to marry him.”
seconds later your phone pings with a message.
andrei: I’d love to see you again. Does dinner on Friday work for you?
you like the message, already mentally clearing the day as you tell isabelle, “well, i’ll let you know how the first date goes.”
