Current ideas and thoughts about this idea, I don't know if anyone wants to actually get involved at all but yeah, I don't even know how to implement this other than to just encourage people to create and then for others to get involved maybe we could have a tag? so we know whos OCs are involved, who we can get involved with?
UPDATE: Please see this post regarding the spreadsheet for tracking teams
A/N: does anyone even care about this series anymore LMAO ?? da ending and the smut is rushed because I'm tired!!! IM SORRY NEXT PART WILL BE GOOD
smut chapter! warnings: oral f! receiving, fingering, lots of kissing/making out + probably more idk
You're already antsy as you drive to the airport, you mumbled some lame excuse to your manager about meeting a friend in Dallas just a few days before you perform in Austin. You told her you'd be back before then, not even bothering to say how long that would be.
Your hands shake slightly as you pull into the pickup, glancing around before you find the terminal letter, picking up your phone to text Andrei.
TODAY 2:37 PM
yourname: I'm in terminal B
yourname: you landed right?
Svech#37: Private plane for the team means we have different area to get off
Svech#37: It's okay I'm coming to the lot for you
yourname: oh shit I'm sorry that was so stupid of me to assume
yourname: I can just loop around to wherever you tell me to
yourname: hello??? not responding to your Uber is crazy
You swear you almost jump out of your skin when a knock on the rental car window, seeing Andrei crouched, having to crane his neck to see you through the glass. He smiles when he does, taking a step away from the door, motioning for you to get out.
You do, opening the door and stepping out. You smile up at him, "Good flight? Y'look like you slept well." You squint slightly from the Texas sun that seems to illuminate his features so perfectly he looked like a Disney prince. It was unfair, really.
"Slept the whole time." He huffs, shrugging, "Planes make me sleep." He tells you, putting his backpack he had been carrying on top of his suitcase, freeing up his right hand and immediately using it to tug you into a hug.
You let out a quiet oof! as he does. You shouldn't be surprised he's straight muscle, but you can't help imagining his skin under the hoodie he wears. You don't linger on that thought too long as you use both your hands to wrap your arms around him, squeezing him once, you pull away a second too late. Like the extra time in his arms indicated the two of you were something more than friends who were about to hook up.
"I missed you." He tells you as you pull away, grinning down at you as he puts a hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing the skin over your shirt. You can't help but smile, "Yeah, alright. Put your stuff in the car." You shake your head, opening the driver's seat again to press the button to open the trunk.
He doesn't take too long, and his eyes are on you practically the whole time he lifts his stuff into the trunk of the rental car. You can't help but notice his arms flexing as he picks the luggage up, veins bulging as he does. You let out a shaky breath, moving to get into the driver's seat again before he's right in front of you.
"I can drive." He says, his tone indicating he was more telling you than he was offering. You nod, mouth pulled into a thin-lipped smile, "Yeah, uh, sure. Let me just, uh, GPS." You explain, vaguely holding up your phone with a quiet cough.
He smiles at you, and it's stupidly charming for how much you're fumbling around and tripping over your words.
The drive to your hotel was mostly silent with the exception of your GPS yelling directions through the speaker of the rental and the sound of you shifting around in your seat with a mix of nerves and excitement. The check in went just as smoothly, obviously the sweet older woman didn't recognize the two of you, so you didn't as strongly feel the sense of paranoia you'd been feeling since you both got in the car.
He takes out his luggage and the little luggage you had just in case you decided this was something that would be multi-day. You could be over prepared and overthinking it, but as he stacks your luggage on his and walks with you to the elevator, reaching over you to hit the floor 3 button, you relax just enough for this to feel normal.
You shift your weight from toe to heel as the elevator climbs the levels of the hotel before stopping at yours, an older couple waiting when it opens. You freeze, like you expect one of them to recognize either of you, but they both just give you a friendly smile before stepping in as you and Andrei step out.
"What room is it?" He asks, grabbing your wrist to bring the hand holding the key card into his line of sight before nodding and making his way to the room, still holding your wrist.
You don't tug your wrist away from him, you simply follow as he navigates down the hallway before finally finding your room, lifting your wrist to scan the key card, again, instead of just asking you.
You peek into the room as he opens the door with a pleasant hum, "It's nice in here." You observe, only now pulling away from him to wander in the room, you hear him in the doorway, only turning to lock it before his eyes are following you across the room.
He leaves the luggage in the doorway as he steps down the small entry hallway, and you realize now truly just how tall he was. You had to look up, cranning your neck at an uncomfortable angle, just to look him in the eye.
You shift under his gaze, blinking nervously, "Hi." You mumble when he gets closer, immediately mentally scolding yourself for just how stupid it was. Who the hell says "hi" before getting fucked?
He doesn't seem to mind, though. Grinning down at you before he bends, his lips meeting yours before you can dig yourself deeper into a mental hole.
You immediately part your lips, letting out a quiet hum against him as your hands move up his arms. Suddenly your nerves were gone as you feel the way his biceps flex under your touch. You're sure he does it on purpose, but it still makes your thighs press together.
He noticed, of course he did. You'd be mad he was so perceptive if he hadn't immediately responded. His hand moves to span your back before trailing, almost agonizingly slow, down to your ass. You can't help the small moan that falls from your lips as he squeezes it.
He pulls away from your lips like it hurts him to do so, "I need to taste." He says simply, already backing you up until the back of your knees hit the mattress, he almost immediately follows when you fall.
His hands touch you through your bra as he kisses you again, this time trailing his lips down your jawline, then to your neck, which he bites before immediately soothing it with his tongue.
He lifts his head from your neck to grab at the hem of your shirt. You immediately wordlessly understand him, sitting up just enough to let him pull it up and off of you.
His eyes seem to glaze over as he sees you under him like this. You want to shy away, to try and hide from his gaze, but he immediately senses it. He tugs off his own shirt above you, "Even." He mumbles before immediately moving back down to your skin, kissing your collarbone before trailing down to your stomach.
He flattens his tongue as he moves against your skin, one of his hands cupped you through your bra, thumb tracing over your nipple through the fabric, his other hand traces soothingly up and down your side before slowly finding it's way to the button on your jeans.
He pulls away, a wordless question, can I? You nod, planting your feet on the mattress to lift your hips in aid. He smiles, unlooping the button and tugging the zipper down before he gently places his thumbs in the belt loops, tugging your jeans down your legs and off.
His hand cups you through your underwear, thumb tracing over the seams, he mumbles something against your skin you don't catch, Russian, maybe? He noses against your stomach before he kisses downward, finally reaching the wet patch that's already formed through your panties, tongue flat against it.
You let out a shaky moan, hands hesitating before they find his hair, holding rather than guiding, because he's already exactly where you need him to be. Your hips lift slightly to chase his tongue as he pulls away, but he's only stopping to pull your panties to the side, then he's immediately back between your thighs.
The feeling of his tongue bare against you has your hand grabbing the hotel duvet in a weak attempt to hold onto anything, your hand leaves his hair, much to his protest, to cover your mouth, trying to contain the moans he pulls from you as he sucks at your clit.
"No," He says immediately, one hand leaving your thigh to reach up and grab your arm, pulling your hand away from your mouth, "Want to hear." He tells you, finally using his other hand to trace over your wetness before pushing inside of you, curling up immediately in search for your sweet spot.
Your hand flies down to his hair again, tugging on the roots as your toes curl from pleasure. Your lips part in a moan you can't bite back, "Shit," you mumble, feeling him smile against you at the words. Your head was already spinning, barely registering anything but the pleasure he was giving you.
You don't register your phone buzzing incessantly on the night stand, you don't even check it until you're waking up the next morning, rubbing at your eyes as you sit up, Andrei's arm draped lazily over your waist.
He grumbles in protest as he sleeps, but your quiet, "Holy fuck." seems to startle him awake. He sits up with you, trying to blink into consciousness as you're already showing him something on your phone.
deuxmoi: posted 6 hours ago
deuxmoi: New couple? 🤔 NHL star Andrei Svechnikov and singer your name seen checking into Dallas hotel together. Sources say they looked like they were in a single bed suite. 👀
TAGGED: yourname and andrei_svechnikov37
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Nicknames: KK, Kitty (only players on the avalanche are allowed to call him this, despite Kit "hating" it)
Birthday: September 15
Age at Draft: Technically 17 at the draft, turning 18 on the last day of draft eligibility (making him the youngest drafted player)
Birthplace: Szekszárd, Hungary (moved to canada w his parents at 2 years old)
Current Hometown: Lunenburg, Nova Scotia
Nationality: Canadian (kinda Hungarian, but not really anymore)
Position: Defenseman
Shoots: Right
Height: 5'10"
Drafted: 1st Overall, Colorado Avalanche, 2026
Type 1 Diabetes
Kit was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes when he was 11 years old.
For weeks his parents noticed little things.
Drinking water constantly.
Getting up multiple times every night to use the bathroom.
Falling asleep on the couch after school.
Losing weight despite eating like a growing hockey player.
At first everyone blamed hockey because he's practicing five times a week.
He's growing. He's tired. That's normal.
The thing that finally convinced his parents something was wrong was when his mother found him in the kitchen table at 2 a.m. drinking straight from a tap in the sink because he was so thirsty.
A trip to the doctor turned into bloodwork, which turned into an immediate referral to the hospital.
Diagnosis: Type 1 diabetes.
By the time he's drafted, diabetes is basically second nature.
He wears a continuous glucose monitor (Dexcom G7). Most of the time it's on the back of his arm. Sometimes his abdomen.
He checks his numbers dozens of times a day without even thinking about it.
He counts carbs. Carries glucose tabs. Keeps juice boxes in places most people wouldn't think to look. (Equipment bag. Gym bag. Bedroom. Team bus. Locker. Hotel rooms.) Basically everywhere.
He's on an insulin pump (t:slim X2) during most of the year.
On game days he has routines worked out with his medical team and will unclip during games to prevent lows.
Hockey and Diabetes
Kit doesn't hide his diabetes, but he doesn't advertise it either.
If someone asks? He'll answer.
If nobody asks? He's not bringing it up.
It's just part of his life.
A reporter might ask:
"How difficult is it playing in the NHL with diabetes?"
And Kit's answer is usually something like:
"I don't know. I've haven't really played much hockey without it."
His biggest challenge is low blood sugars.
Hockey burns an absurd amount of energy.
Especially for an offensive defenseman who skates as much as Kit does.
So occasionally he'll come off the ice and immediately know.
Not because of some dramatic collapse.
Just little signs.
Hands feel weird.
Legs feel heavy.
Brain feels foggy.
Can't quite find words.
He'll quietly grab a sports drink, some gummies, or glucose tablets.
Wait a few minutes.
Then he's fine.
His teammates (on both his club team and IIHF team) eventually learn the signs too.
Especially Gabe Landeskog (who's kind of like a dad to him during the regular season).
Landy is probably the first guy on the Avalanche who notices, but everyone knows.
The trainers know. The coaching staff knows. Most of the players know.
The only thing that changes is that everyone becomes weirdly protective whenever his blood sugar drops, especially Nathan MacKinnon.
Nathan learns like two things about diabetes and suddenly acts like he has a medical degree.
Kit comes into the room looking slightly tired.
Nate's like "What's your blood sugar?"
Kit will respond "Nathan."
But Nate will just ask again, "What's your blood sugar?"
And after seven years with T1D he's scary accurate at knowing his BG without even checking, so he'd respond "Probably 74." Checks Dexcom?He's 73.
ABOUT THE HUNGARY THING
Kit technically qualifies for both Canada and Hungary internationally.
His parents immigrated when he was two years old, but the reason why he chooses Canada every time and identifies as mainly Canadian is because he remembers absolutely nothing about Hungary.
His relationship with the language is like:
Understands nearly everything his parents say.
Understands relatives speaking at full speed.
Can read simple Hungarian.
But he speaks it awkwardly.
If he has to speak Hungarian, he'll start a sentence in Hungarian and but finish in English.
Gets stuck looking for words.
Has a noticeable Canadian accent.
His mom only speaks Hungarian but Kit answers: "Yeah, okay, I'll do it in five minutes." In English. Every single time.
JUNIOR CAREER
Played in the QMJHL.
He's kinda known as: "The nicest kid in hockey."
Scouts love him.
Teachers love him.
Equipment managers love him.
Fans love him.
Nobody has a bad story about him.
The worst criticism scouts can find is:
"Needs to be meaner."
PLAY STYLE
Cale Makar skating style
Connor McDavid speed
A little less flashy than Makar though
Strengths:
Elite edgework
Offensive instincts
Passing through traffic
Weaknesses:
Sometimes too unselfish, like he passes when he should shoot
Doesn't enjoy confrontation
Gets pushed around a bit
PERSONALITY
The thing people notice first is that he's young.
Like young young.
He made the draft cutoff by literally hours.
When veterans meet him they're always like: "Wait, that's the first overall pick?"
APPEARANCE
Dirty blond hair, maybe very slightly red.
Slight wave to it, but not curly,
Brown doe eyes
Freckles, SO many freckles.
Constantly looks about 16, like he's got the kind of face that makes reporters always call him "kid."
Cale Makar
Cale sees a younger version of himself in Kit and Kit follows him around like a duckling.
He wants to know:
how to study video
how to handle media
how to prepare for games
how to quarterback a power play
So Cale becomes his unofficial older brother.
WORLD JUNIORS
Kit is already friends with:
Macklin Celebrini
Fraser Minten
Matthew Schaefer
Ben Kindel
Because they all played together in World Juniors.
TEAM CANADA
When he makes Team Canada at Worlds his rookie year, he's not ready for meeting only one person:
Sidney Crosby
Kit is absolutely terrified.
Not because Sid is mean.
Because it's Sidney Crosby.
Eventually Sid realizes Kit apologizes for literally everything. One day Kit is like "Sorry."
And Sid is like "For what?"
And Kit says "I don't know."
And Sid just starts laughing.
Mitch Marner
(In this universe, Mitch was never traded from the leafs...)
Instant friendship.
Marner loves teasing him.
Kit falls for every prank. Every time.
Mitch always keeps an eye on him because he knows Kit is a Type One Diabetic and Mitch has experience with watching Type One Diabetics bc of Max Domi
here is my contribution to @hat-trick-honey ‘s Operation 'Fictional Men Do It Better'. This is my team the New Orleans Gators! More players and lore to come soon 🙂↕️ but feel free to ask any questions!!
also, I’m not artistically inclined lol, so if someone would like to help me out and draw a logo along with the mascot and Jax, I would be super thankful!!!
This is my submission for @hat-trick-honey 's Operation Fictional Men Do it Better! This is the Moon Harbor Otters!
Meet the Otter: Lionel Hill!
Meet the Otter: Nathan Knight!
MHO Details: Logo, Jerseys, Colors
We thank @mrshelenhoran for the neck tattoo idea! I temporarily used Canva graphic for the tattoo because I fear I can't do tattoos well. This is the closest graphic to the one I am envisioning 🥺
The end of another artfight! I was team tragedy and i think we are gonna be 2nd place. But my personal theme this year was NHL ocs, because i am still hyperfixated on hockey (off season has suuuuucked)
This was also my best year too! I did the most pieces i've ever done in an artfight, i usually manage 6, but this time i did 8! And this was the most characters drawn over the month, i usually did 2 characters per piece, but most of my art this year had 3 or more!
So imma post my art! And i will tag everyone who had tumblr accounts in their bio.
Head pats!
@muryiw , roseangelis, @caffeinek9 , rokketeer
Game time arrival (pittsburgh penguins)
Chillybarba, @shrilk, @semisweeterr, (the grey suit character is hidden now so i don't remember what their username is) @rriachuu
Sewer ball
Notttagoattt, Jo_dinklies, @ivorycello, ballsgg
Goalie fight!
Wachturm, insanenatemackinnon, mackcelerbinlover27, (the blue and white guys are mine)
Leafs win!
Replenishedrogue (19 and 20 are theirs) 21 is mine, sarikahihi
Meet McMack
The minkey belongs to @only3nines , the boy is mine
Nordiques vs Canucks
@ezziebobezzie has the nordiques. Rokketeer had the canuck
