#evgeni kuznetsov

[crosby-interesting]

Russian telegram is already in a story about Kuznetsov being photographed at a party in Saint Petersburg with lines coke in front of him.

Russia has some extremely strict and borderline archaic drug laws. But not for KHL players. It’s kind of sad that he still hasn’t gotten the help he desperately needs.

as Elizabeth Olsen would say: ПИЗДЕЦ

can we get links to these photo materials?

[chirpsandgoals]

🌟 Our All Stars 🌟

[lovemeleo]

Morning Surprises

So after seeing this post from Hazel, this popped into my head and I couldn't help myself from writing it. Just a short lil blurb about surprise pets from Evgeni.

FYI: This one isn't tied to my other Nuny fics (so they don't their cats)

He should’ve known something was up when Zhenya was already gone when he woke up. Jackson was always the first one up, especially if it was one of their off days. There was usually a fight to get Evgeni to actually remove himself from their nest of blankets and pillows.

But today.

Today, the bed was empty of his sleepy boyfriend, and the house was quiet with just a text of “good morning! doing errand, be back soon. love you always.”

Jackson was automatically suspicious because what errand did he have to do on a Saturday morning? The text was unnecessarily vague, which didn’t help his suspicions. How did Evgeni even get up without waking him? Well, there was nothing to do about it now.

With a heavy sigh, he managed to drag himself out of bed in the hopes of finding something for breakfast.

Just as he finished scrambling his eggs, he heard the front door open. Jackson turned off the burner before heading into the living room, questions dying on his lips as he saw his boyfriend, frozen in the hall.

Jackson crossed his arms, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, “Whatcha got there, Zhenya?”

Shuffling his feet a bit anxiously, Evgeni shrugged, “Coffee. From place you like down the street,” He said, holding the cup out to his boyfriend with his free hand.

Jackson raised an eyebrow as he took the cup, only because it looked like it may fall, “Yeah.. that’s not what I was talking about and you know it.” He set the cup on one of the side tables before taking what had to be one of the biggest puppies he had ever seen out from under Evgeni’s other arm.

“O-Oh, you mean Moose.”

Unable to hold back his laugh, Jackson sat on the floor with the now flailing pup as he tried to lick at the man’s face, “Yes, babe. I’m talking about Moose. And don’t think I don’t see the other one behind you. Evgeni! I thought we were going to wait until the end of the season before we even thought about getting a dog. Or dogs, should I say.”

Evgeni turned, picking up the other pup who was just a little bit smaller than the one crowding Jackson’s lap, “I know, but look! I get email from humane society about puppies, can’t not look. I see Moose and Poe on page, brothers 6 months old. Look how cute!” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of Poe’s head, the pup nuzzling into Evgeni’s neck.

“Of course, they’re very cute, Zhenya. They’re puppies!” Jackson said, unable to say no to the persistent Moose pushing his head at his hand for more scritches.

As he sat down on their hallway floor, Evgeni pulled Poe into his lap, “I know but I go there after practice one day when you train longer with Cap to meet them. And they curl up so nice in my lap, just cuddle me. How can I say no to these faces, Jackson? How can I not bring them to you? You tell me that.”

Jackson shook his head, “They’re going to get so big, Z. Great Danes are huge dogs. I already barely have any room on our bed as it is with you.”

“They have their own beds, big beds. And already potty trained! We keep them please?” Evgeni asked, his lower lip pushed out in a pout.

How was he supposed to say no with three pairs of puppy dog eyes looking at him?

Jackson let out a sigh, hugging Moose to his chest, “Well I suppose we have the room… and we were planning to get a dog anyway so-” Before he could finish his sentence, he was tackled, not only by the pups but by his boyfriend.

“Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu! Love you so much! Knew you’d say yes, got all the supplies in the car.” Evgeni smiled, the grin was so big it looked like it probably hurt his face.

Yeah, there was no way Jackson could’ve said no. He would do absolutely anything to see that smile on his boyfriend’s face.

And if their bed was a bit more crowded than usual that night, two dog beds empty on the floor of their bedroom, well. At least he was warm.

[goldforgoalies]

why does ovi look like a sad & dejected businessman who’s just been laid off

[lovemeleo]

kuny is one of those cat dads that walks around with one of the cats strapped to his chest. like in one of those baby carriers. he’s walking around doing errands and loki is just chilling on his chest.

[idknhlstuff]

yeahhhh kuznetsov was shown on video in a hotel room with a couple lines on the table in front of him and then tested positive for coke at the iihf worlds in 2019 i think and got suspended for four years by the iihf lol the nhl doesn’t consider it performance enhancing so while they don’t condone it they also don’t punish it in the same way they’ll mostly just do “treatment” and “intervention” and stuff along those lines (ha, lines)

I watch a lot of hockey news videos, podcast on YouTube and no one ever mentioned this... Like not even when they talk about him. They sure love to bring up what locker room issues players have.... And note once have they mentioned drugs 🥴. I feel like that's kinda important

[lovemeleo]

WOW IM SO GLAD THEYRE HOME AND TOGETHER AND HIS MOM ISNT A JERK AND SHE LOVES HIM BUT ZHENYAS DAD BETTER GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER NOBODY HURTS HIM WITHOUT CATCHING THESE HANDS I AM VERY SURE JACKSON WOULD BACK ME UP ON THIS

you're absolutely right! zhenya is a sweet baby angel and all of us especially Jackson will throw all of the hands in his honor!

[lovemeleo]

Me without You (Final)

I am so so sorry this took so long y'all but here it is! The finale of Me without You. I hope you all enjoy!

these characters belongs to the forever amazing @lumosinlove 🤍

If you haven’t read it yet, here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 and you can read my entire Nuny series here on ao3.

Jackson could tell that she was surprised to see him. Her red-rimmed eyes widened for a millisecond before she quickly covered it. Like her son, she had obviously been crying as well, mascara around her eyes as if she had been rubbing them constantly.

“Jackson. I’m not know that you’re in Russia.” She murmured, pulling her jacket closer to herself as she stared up at him.

Frowning to himself, Jackson leaned on the doorframe, “I wasn’t until today. Zhenya called me yesterday and my plane landed earlier this morning..” He explained as he watched her. “How’d you know he was here?”

Mrs. Kuznetsov shrugged, her eyes flickering away from him, “Only one hotel close by… How is he?” She asked, her fingers pulling anxiously at the ends of her jacket sleeves. Now he knew where Zhenya got it from, most of his hoodie sleeves frayed and stretched from fretful fingers.

Jackson frowned, his arms crossing on his chest, “About as well you’d expect from someone who was kicked out by their parents,” He snapped, unable to keep his emotions at bay as she glanced back at the door behind him. He felt a bit of guilt as the tears welled up in her eyes, but.. Only a bit.

“His father.. He’s set in ways, old ways. Olezka always been stubborn.. But he loves Zhenya. Just get so angry so quick. Say terrible things he doesn’t mean…” She cried, wiping at her face.

Letting out a sigh, Jackson ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not the one who should be hearing this explanation, Mrs. Kuznetsov,” He murmured. “Zhenya just-”

“Mama?”

Zhenya’s voice was still rough with sleep and the tears he had shed in the past two days, and it broke Jackson’s heart how soft he whispered that single word. As if this moment was a dream, a figment of his imagination.

Before Jackson could say anything else, Mrs. Kuznetsov made her way into the room to Zhenya, “мой милый мальчик..” She whispered, gently holding his face in her hands as soft Russian words from her lips as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Jackson was about to step out, wanting to give them space when Zhenya reached out to him, “Stay. Please.” And how could he say no to that? He moved behind his boyfriend, squeezing Zhenya’s shoulder in support.

Her eyes flickered between the two of them before landing on her son again, her small hands engulfed in one of his, “мой Zhenya, Я так виноват-”

Zhenya cut her off, shaking his head as he spoke, “Mama, we talk in English. No hiding from Jackson.”

And so they talked. It was like a dam broke, all of the things Zhenya had held back, the secrets that were a weight on his shoulders for so long. He was finally able to share them with his mother. He told her about when they got together and how it was a love that had always been there but had grown into so much more.

There was a flash of understanding as she listened, and watched his face, “You sound just like your Papa when you talk of him..” She said, a small smile appearing on her face. “He loves you, Zhenya. Just needs time.”

Zhenya let out a soft sigh, leaning back into Jackson’s touch, “I hope it’s just time he needs. It’s who I am, Mama, and as much as I want him to accept me, I won’t change myself for him. I love him, but I can’t do that.”

His mother reached out slowly, her hands gently cupping his cheeks, “My sweet boy, I never want you to be anything but you. I’m sorry I made you feel that.” She pressed a kiss to each of his cheeks before looking up to Jackson, her eyes narrowing. “You take care of my boy, Jackson, ok?”

Jackson was already nodding before she had even finished, “Of course. Always, Mrs. Kuznetsov. I’ve got him.”

A smile spread on her face as she looked between the two of them, “I know you do.”

After pressing another kiss to Zhenya’s face, she was gone, almost as if it was a dream as she swept out of the room. Jackson let out a breath he didn’t know that he had been holding, his eyes on his boyfriend, “Baby? You alright?” He asked, running his fingers through soft curls.

Zhenya leaned into the touch, a smile already on his face as he looked up at Jackson, “Yeah, котенок. I am,” He whispered, his fingers moving to intertwine with his boyfriend’s. “Let’s go home.”

And the next day, when they were back in their bed, surrounded by their cats, Zhenya let out a sigh of relief. Because even though things don’t always go as planned, they usually have a way of working themselves out.