Bro. Bro. I MISS HOCKEY EVEN MORE NOW STOP I CANT DO THIS.

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.

Please Oilers lets force them back to Florida!

Meow

I actually dropped to the floor and went to grab my inhaler.

if connor mcdavid has a million fans, then i am one of them. if connor mcdavid has ten fans, then i am one of them. if connor mcdavid has only one fan then that is me. if connor mcdavid has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against connor mcdavid then i am against the world.

I love him

how i sleep knowing seth jarvis renewed for 8 years

me when I "mysteriously" feel better after I "have something to eat"

blurb: picking luke up after a roadie - lh43xreader

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you're a bit early, but you didn't want to accidentally miss the bus' arrival time and leave him standing in the parking lot.

after twenty minutes of sitting in luke's car, playing with his ambience lights (which he'll no doubt make you switch back) and jamming out to old one direction, the team bus finally comes into view.

a few minutes after it successfully parks behind the prudential center, luke comes trudging out, holtz following behind. together, they stand and wait for the driver to unload their small suitcases, no doubt joking around with each other. still, you can't help but take note of the way Luke slouches, no doubt tired from the long travel and rough few games on the west coast.

however, as he turns in your direction and spots his own car, the tiredness seems to momentarily leave him. only shooting a rushed goodbye over his shoulder to the guys, he practically sprints in your direction.

it's pouring rain, but getting soaked is the last thing on your mind as you jump out of the car and run to meet him halfway, his bright smile almost like a beacon of light in the dark night.

you collide in a tight hug, luke's arms smoothly closing around your waist and lifting you a few inches, your own moving around his neck. without missing a beat, he drops your most favourite i-missed-you-kiss onto your awaiting lips, then buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"welcome back," you mumble as he begins to walk back towards his car, never letting your feet touch the floor, never letting go of you or even loosening his grip even the tiniest bit.

"i missed you so much. never leaving for a week again," he says, voice muffled by your collarbone and almost unintelligible, had you not learned to decode his mumbles long ago. you don't bother correcting him and telling him that he'll most likely will have to go on a week-long roadie again, you both know he will. in the moment, you're more inclined to agree with his promise. because you've missed him just as much, missed his smell and his warm embrace and his kisses and his curls and his crooked smile and the way he wakes you up with tiny little kisses to your face.

luke deposits you by the drivers side, both of you having long ago agreed that he doesn't get to drive when he comes back as tired as he is tonight.

he waits for you to get in, quickly leans in and presses another kiss to your lips, before closing the door and hurrying over to the passenger side door. just as he reaches it, you move over to unlock it for him and he shoots you a grateful smile as he slides in. 

for a minute, neither of you say anything, instead opting to take each other in, stupid, lovestruck smiles on both of your faces. luke’s hair is dripping wet and little droplets keeps rolling over his face, making his nose scrunch up. finally, he can’t take the distance anymore and leans over the the centre console, his hands quickly finding the sides of your head. 

luke takes his time, staring into your eyes so intensely it brings heat to your cheeks and almost makes you want to bow your head and flicker your eyes anywhere else. but just as you’re about to, he leans in and captures your lips with his own, pouring all of his love and longing for you into the kiss. 

it’s not until timo drives past your car and honks that you break apart, your thoughts all jumped and lips parting as you try to catch your breath.

luke doesn’t seem to be affected (you know he is, he’s just better at hiding it), a cocky grin resting on his handsome face as he leans back in his seat. 

his large palm find your right thigh as you start the car and pull out onto the street, not bothering to contort to the passenger princess rule he’s made himself. 

you’re also pretty sure he might just die if he doesn’t keep a permanent hand on you when he’s been away for long.

for a while, you sit in comfortable silence, only the soft hum of the previous playlist you put on earlier filling the car with noise. that is, at least, until luke decides to break the peace.

“pink? really?” he’s referring to your change of the ambience lights, a slight distaste for the colour bleeding into his words.

“thought it would make it a bit more cute,” you shrug, twitching and letting out a small yelp when he pinches your thigh in return.

“mmm, just change it back to the blue as before when we park.”

“we’ll see, maybe a little change is good for you.”

“’s long as it’s just the car, baby,” he relents, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. you smile, curling your fingers around his, and bring your hands back to your lap.

Princess

need to kiss quinn bad, wherever he is rn lol

understandable. i mean look at him. very kissable

WOOF WOOF MEOOOOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW WOOF WOOF GRRRRR WOOF WOOF

Bf looks so cozy

hi huggy🧍🏻‍♂️