#freddie andersen x reader

[behoright]

smitten l f. andersen

shorty, would you join me for one night?

summary: freddie wakes up next to a lovely stranger, and he really can't remember how you got there.

wordcount: 3.2k

song: pretty kitten - dua saleh

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! smut and sexual situations. tw: unprotected sex (oops), bruises and hickeys, mention of partying, alcohol and hangovers.

a/n: barely proofread. wrote it today - ig I was in a freddie mood. to anon who asked about him - hope you like this!

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“Oh, my fucking head.”

Freddie’s eyes blinked open early, thanks to the lovely tension that wrapped his head tightly. It was so painful that he felt like even blinking made his temples spasm in pain.

It took him a second for Freddie to place himself in space and time. The last thing he remembered was winning the game, the Canes’ first stadium series game, and going out with the team. They all went to a bar together, or, was it a club?

That’s when things started to become blurry for him. Considering Jarvy forced everyone to start drinking in the locker room, he wasn’t surprised. 

Freddie wasn’t a huge party guy, but he had fun when it was called for. 

Not usually like this, though, he thought. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten blackout drunk. 

The pounding in his head and slight recoiling in his stomach quickly reminded him why. He laid in bed, his eyes still adjusting to his room, waiting for any flashbacks of the night before.

Nothing.

Thankfully, he recognized his room, a tiny bead of sunshine seeping through the crack in his curtains. He must have been really wasted considering that, from what he could see, he left the bathroom light on and his clothes were all over the floor. 

Even if he wanted to, Freddie felt like he couldn’t move. He wanted to grab a pillow and bury his head in it until he fell asleep.

That is until he went to reach over for one next to him and ended up grabbing…you.

Freddie’s heart jumped as soon as he recognized a head of hair on the pillow next to him, his hand retrieving dramatically. 

This, he really had no recollection of. 

He attempted to puzzle everything together.

At closer inspection, the clothes on the ground were not only his. Your purse and heels thrown half haphazardly on the chaise that sat in the corner of his room.

“Oh, fuck.” he chuckled. He hadn’t had a night like this in a while. In longer than he liked to admit. 

He watched you, mesmerized, as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes.

“Uh, hi. Good morning.”

“Hello.” you said, quietly, looking up at him.

Your sweet voice prompted something in the player’s head, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Suddenly, he had just a taste of memory from last night. Maybe… talking to you somewhere? 

He sighed, coming to terms with the harsh truth. He might never remember what happened.

“I, uh. I’m sorry.” he said, rubbing his face in his hands. “I, I don’t remember a single thing from last night.”

“Yeah, we were pretty drunk.” you uttered.

“Do you remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” you chuckled, watching his face light up slightly. “I remember enough.”

“Did we, um?” he asked, gesturing at the room. 

You could only nod, sitting up and covering your bare chest with his sheets. 

“Okay, that explains the, um, you know, the clothes and all.” he said, eyeing your body move under the blankets. 

Freddie quickly opened his nightstand drawer just to find, to his horror, his stash of condoms untouched. 

Shit.

Well, it was too late now to do anything about it, he thought, looking back at you. 

Who was this? Who was this beautiful woman, and how did she end up in his bed?

“I hope I didn’t, um, do you anything, that you didn’t…”

You turned towards him more, finding that worried gaze, shaking your head before he even finished.

“Oh, thank god.” he sighed. “I-, I was afraid that, you know…”

“No, no. I definitely came here of my own volition.” you said, putting your hand on his arm as reassurance. “The parts I remember were, uh. They were fun.”

“Oh, okay, good.”. Freddie looked down, blush spread all over his face. 

From what he could piece together, despite the growing hammering in his head, was that you were both almost equally as drunk. 

The rest was still unclear.

But you didn’t seem repulsed, or disgusted, or afraid of him, and that was a good sign in Freddie’s books. Because after all, even if he couldn’t remember it, that meant he had managed to get you naked, and it had felt good enough to disregard any use of protection. 

Drunk Freddie had great taste but poor choices, he thought to himself, before letting out a big, belly laugh. 

“This is so fucked.” he exclaimed. 

“I know! I never, really, do this, so. I understand.” you sighed, laughing along with him.

“Oh, fuck it.” he said, extending an arm to you. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his forearm around your shoulders, letting your head fall with a sigh on his bare chest. He obviously knew you were naked, but it didn’t hit him until he felt your soft skin come in contact with his under the sheets. A tiny spark went off in his head, the memory of the feeling of your body slowly coming back to his senses. 

“I can see why I came home with you.” he said. 

“Yeah?” you asked, looking up at him. “I’m not a regret? You’re not kicking me out?”

“No, no. Stay.” he said. “But only because I don’t remember anything. I need someone to help me put together what the fuck actually happened.”

“Oh, I see! So I’m only allowed to stay here for memory purposes only.” you chuckled.

“Absolutely.” he said. He thought you couldn’t tell, but it was quite obvious Freddie’s eyes had locked on your lips as you two kept the banter going.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think I remember much more than you. I don’t believe I’m going to be too useful in that department.”

“Perhaps I should kick you out, then. What am I going to do with you?”

“Right, right. Nothing. Maybe I should go.”

Freddie didn’t even let you finish the sentence before his grip tightened against your body, bringing your face closer to his. 

“You’re too warm right now. If I let you leave, I’ll get cold and stuff, so. I do need you to stay here. Cuddling purposes only.” he said, winking at you.

“I think I can be a good cuddler.” you said, placing your cheek on his shoulder.

“So far, so good.” he uttered, his gaze never leaving your face. “But maybe you could get a little bit closer.”

Your scooched closer, hooking your leg around his hip, bodies flushed and touching. As soon as your thigh met his hips, however, it was impossible not to feel his morning wood. 

“You’re hard.” you said, boldly, looking back up at him.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” he stammered. “Sometimes, you know, that’s awake earlier than I am. I’m really sorry.”. 

Freddie went to adjust your leg, attempting to move it away, before you stopped him. 

“No more cuddles?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he said.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay with me.”

“It, it might get worse with your leg, you know, moving on top of it like that.”

“My leg is on it, isn’t it?” you said, slowly applying a tiny amount of pressure. “Is it bothering you? I can move.”

“No, no, no, that’s okay.” he spewed out, perhaps a bit too hurriedly. “It feels kinda good, actually.”

“Oh, it does?” you asked, moving your leg up his length now, with more pressure now. 

“Hey!” he laughed, throwing his head back. “Come on, now. Yeah, yeah, that feels good.”

“I mean I’m just getting comfortable!” you chuckled. “I want to make sure I give the best cuddles, since this is why I’m here.”

He kept laughing, his chest moving as he threw his head back into the pillows, before finding your sparkling eyes looking up at him again. 

“Oh, you’re doing great. Yeah, those are…” Freddie’s voice lowered as he brought his face close to yours, the tip of your nose touching his. “...they’re great cuddles.” He whispered against your mouth before pressing his lips into yours. 

Feeling your tongue run down his bottom lip, Freddie parted his lips, letting you in his mouth and letting more memories play front center in his mind.

He could immediately remember first tasting you, the taste of you and the drinks mixed on his tongue as the cool winter breeze hit his face. 

You moved closer to him, your leg clenching on his hard cock, bringing him back to the present. 

Freddie pressed his hand against your cheek as he brought you somehow even closer as your kiss grew wetter and more heated. 

There was no fighting for dominance, your tongues lapping at each other, interlocking and twisting while your lips rubbed harshly the more turned on you both began to get. You were moving so smoothly, stroking his member steadily with your soft thigh, making Freddie ant more and more. It took one moan out of him for you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours. 

“You’re wet.” he said, his eyebrows shooting up as soon as your pussy sat flush on his dick. 

“Yeah, I mean, sometimes that’s awake befo-”

“Shut up!” he exclaimed, jokingly pushing at your arm. 

Now that you were on top of him, Freddie could see the evidence from the night before, along with how beautiful your body was. 

Marks covering your velvet skin, from your neck all the way down to your lower belly. 

He ran his calloused fingers down your abdomen, staring agape at the dark bruises that adorned your skin. 

“It was all you.” you said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. 

“I-, I don’t usually do this.” he said, keeping his eyes on the clusters of marks as you rolled your hips hard onto him. 

“Well, it felt really good.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you began to rub your wet cunt up and down Freddie’s cock. 

He let out a quiet moan, his fingertips grazing upwards until they found your now exposed neck. He traced the burgundy lovebites gently as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Keep rolling your hips like that, fuck.” he moaned. “Like that, baby, yeah.”

As you picked up the pace, your juices wetting his pulsating cock, you looked back down at him. Freddie’s freckles on his chest were highlighted by the redness that now covered him, his breathing picking up exponentially faster. 

The mix of his cum from the night before mixed with your arousal made both of your sexes slick and slippery with desire, allowing your clit to glide smoothly on his member. You would both moan louder whenever your swollen nub would reach Freddie’s head, the palpitations of your lust sending shockwaves all throughout your bodies. 

And Freddie thought this was so fucking hot.

“Oh, fuck me.” he said, letting his fingers through his hair. “You’re making me throb like crazy.”

He could feel your thighs clenching from the desire, almost beginning to tremble, as you started to lose yourself on top of him. Your warm fingers were now placed firmly on his lower abdomen, right where Freddie was starting to feel the pleasure build up briskly. He loved that you weren't necessarily riding his faster, but instead letting your weight go more and more on top of him, letting that delicious pressure heighten the feeling. 

Freddie could feel your entrance slide on him, and it was starting to become unbearable. He sat up, wrapping your arms around your low back, finding your hazy eyes as you didn’t quit your movements. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Freddie whispered into your lips. “You’re driving me crazy. baby.” 

You almost fell onto him, your glistening and plump lips bouncing against his over and over in a series of aggressive and sensual kisses. If there was a lack of dominance before, it had now turned into a messy and sloppy fight of a makeout session, constantly interrupted by little hasty pecks. The thought of letting you completely overtake his mouth made Freddie’s cock twitch against your swollen cunt. 

“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” he said, his biceps easily picking you up and throwing you, face down on his mattress. 

He swore he heard a little giggle as you hit the sheets, your ass slily sitting up and back for him. The quick movements made Freddie’s headache worsen, the room moving slightly; he didn’t know if it was his hangover or how turned on you had him, but he frankly only cared about one thing. 

“You’ve had your fun for now, you minx.” he said, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Freddie’s fingers grabbed your ass harshly as he bottomed out inside of you, his bottom lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth. His body covered in goosebumps rapidly as he felt his pubic hair touch your ass. 

As he started thrusting he suddenly remembered filling you up in the same way the previous night. He remembered your hair tightly in his grip as he buckled his hips into yours over and over again, the sweetness of your moans sounding just how they did right now. 

He began moving, slowly, in and out, letting his precum coat every inch of your walls.  

“Oh, yes, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.” he groaned. 

Freddie was a big man overall, towering way higher than you, and that translated to all of his body. You could feel the places inside you that had been touched by his cock the night before, traces of his touch marking you still. No matter how wet and ready you were for him, it was still a compact fit, his cock tightly snug inside you. 

A big part of Freddie’s weight was resting on your ass and lower back, his strong forearms tensed as he pushed you down into the mattress and fucked himself deep into you.

It wasn’t enough. 

He wanted to be closer to you, deeper. 

And the more he pushed in, the louder it ripped moans out of you. 

He could be really rough, as you vaguely remembered, but it was clear that Freddie had a shy, more reserved side, even as he started to pick up the pace. He only let go of his unyielding grip on you to gently reach over and turn your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the mattress.

“No muffled sounds, baby.” he groaned, positioning himself back onto you. “I want to hear you.”

Just like that, he started hitting you harder, his swollen and leaking head tapping at your cervix by now. 

“Oh, oh my god.” you moaned. The angle and pressure of his hands pushing your stomach down were creating a turmoil of pleasure in your hips. He was strong, but it was hard to keep from squirming back into him. 

Seeing you struggle to keep your movements down caused Freddie’s cock to grow harder within you, almost jolting against that spot that made you quiver in pleasure every time. 

He couldn’t believe this was unfolding right below his eyes. The mixture of pleasure, pain growing deeper in his head and straight frustration made his skin flush somehow deeper. The fact that he could only remember small moments from the night before was making him cramp with discouragement. He woke up next to a drop dead gorgeous girl, who was somehow already naked, funny, and sweet, and he couldn’t remember how he got her there. 

Something about it made him thrust more aggressively.

It was hard and hot, and he didn’t feel good, he felt dehydrated and overheated, but at the same time, he was totally overwhelmed by your aura and your body, desire tingling within him.

“Oh, god.” he moaned. “I don’t even know your fucking name, and I-”

“Keep going, baby. Please fill me deeper. I want more.” you moaned, his hips rhythmically slapping against your ass. 

It felt so dirty and primal to him, the fact that he could see and feel the spots he had been around the night before, even if he didn’t remember it. You were so close that his thighs were rubbing against yours, fully, both of your skins reddening at the stimulation. 

Freddie was conflicted between focusing on it all or choosing to fixate on his balls slapping against your wet clit, your thighs quivering against his, your moans or your walls clenching tightly against his cock. The back and forth between it all and the memories of last night playing over again in the back of his head made his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head, legs twitching so hard that he brought his chest to your back, moving his grip to your hips. Your sweat mixed together whenever you both heaved, now moving in unison as your bodies were fully in contact again. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” he moaned. “Oh, oh, this is, this not-”

There was a part of him that remained responsible; a part that knew that this was a very bad idea. But the pleasure had taken over, derailing whatever common sense he had left. He let his head fall in the crook of your neck, moving his face fully into your hair. The writhing of your body beneath him felt like ecstasy, the soft skin of your ass rubbing against his pubic bone. Every time he trusted deeper inside you, his chest would slide all the way up your back. He had you completely engulfed in his frame, his arms locking you tightly flush against his body.

“Oh, baby.” he moaned, right before a series of curses tumbled from his mouth as he felt your pussy flutter around him, slowly beginning to crumble in his arms.

Your orgasm hit so deep, his cock pounding into you, that you failed to control or hold back any moans, all of it pouring out of you at once. Feeling you tremble so hard in his arms, Freddie wasn’t far behind. 

He buried his face all the way in your hair, letting your smell overcome him as he shot thick ropes of cum inside you, his big thighs tensing against you. He couldn’t help but squeeze you tighter and tighter, craving to feel your quivering body against his as you kept coming around his twitching member. 

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stayed immobile, his body growing heavy around yours. 

“Oh, my god.” you whispered.

Freddie couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms eventually releasing you as he sat up, letting his cock grow soft inside your warm, cum filled pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, by the way.” he said, running his fingers through your hair to find your flushed face looking for him already. “Oh, my god, indeed.” 

Your laughs turned into simultaneous whimpers he pulled his cock out of you before coming to sit next to you.

Freddie’s eyes traveled down your body as he trailed his fingers up and down your back, right until you had enough energy to sit up and find him with a kiss.

“Fuck.” he said, eyes staring deeply into yours. “This is going to be embarrassing but…. what’s your name?”

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[mp0625]

Elsker

Masterlist. Taglist.

Freddie Andersen x Reader

Thank you Demi @wyattjohnston for doing this little love fic fest thingy, it was so fun to do!!! I am choosing to do number 3 from the Fluff column “Are you about to monologue your feelings for me?”

A/N: I was planning on doing an angsty one but I wrote this at 5am on valentine’s Day cause insomnia sucks so y’all are getting fluffy. Sorry if it makes no sense, it made sense to my half asleep brain but I promise I did reread it before I posted it. Sorry it’s super short.

“Hey Freddie I don’t know if you’ll hear this as you’re in the middle of a game, but I have something to tell you and when you get this will you call..”

“Y/N, you do know I’ve been on this call the whole time?”

“What? I thought I heard the beep, and aren't you in the middle of a game?”

“It's the second intermission, I don’t know how you heard a beep, I’m sitting in the locker room. Are you about to monologue your feelings for me via voicemail?”

“Maybe, can I or do I need to hang up the phone and call again so I get voice mail?”

“You can do it now.” And you could tell he had the biggest grin on his face.

“Freddie, you know how you asked me to move in with you right before you left for the road trip and I was so stunned I couldn’t answer you right away and you told me to take my time, I think I know my answer. Yes. I would love to move in with you and all of your plants. And you make the best dinner in the world, and I can’t wait to take our relationship to the next level!!” After your monologue you couldn’t hear anything from the otherside of the phone.

After a moment he softly spoke. “I can’t wait for you to move in with me.” And you could hear the tears in his voice. “Hey, I’m sorry I can’t talk longer we are about to go back out for the third.”

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[ilyasorokinn]

Congrats on 2.5k! Can you please write "gentle ear rubs because person b knows person a loves them" with Freddie Andersen ? I'm a sucker for domestic scenarios ! Thank you!

STUPID OSCAR HARRISON

"gentle ear rubs because person b knows person a loves them." (from this prompt list)

"ANDERSEN ADVENTURES" SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: kids/children

freddie felt like his head was going to explode. he now had even more love and respect for you than he did before. you were sick so he was taking care of both alma and elias.

he was a good father, there was no doubt, but alma was in her clingy stage and only wanted to be held by you and elias was in his curious stage so he was always off making explosions or digging something up in the backyard.

jasper eased his nerves as he lay by your side, playing the role of protector.

with alma and elias distracted with a movie in the living room, freddie snuck up to your bedroom where you were passed out asleep. the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep were becoming more evident, so he did his best to stay quiet.

jasper whined when he saw the door open. he looked up, but when he saw who it was, he put his head back down on your stomach, keeping watch on you.

freddie carefully got into bed next to you and cupped your cheek, caressing your cheek softly. you mumbled and shuffled but didn't wake up.

he watched you sleep peacefully for almost half an hour, checking the baby monitor in the living room to make sure elias and alma were both okay every so often.

you woke up to a coughing fit, which startled both jasper and freddie. once you were done hacking up a lung, you laid back down and sighed, "is there anything i can get you?"

"drugs." you responded, "it was little oscar harrison who got me sick, i know it."

"the little kid in eli's school?"

"eli said he was coughing during storytime that one time. i picked him up and eli let oscar borrow his toy."

"and he got you sick?"

"yes! that's the only explanation!" you told him loudly, leaving more coughing.

"all right, let's just lay back down. i know, it's all oscar's fault that you're sick." freddie nodded in agreement, helping you lay back down.

you laid back down and frowned, "i hate being sick."

"i know." he sighed, cupping your neck and rubbing the spot behind your ear. you sighed happily, "go back to sleep. i'll bring up some soup later."

"thank you, fred." you smiled, yawning then closing your eyes.

"i love you." he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead before grabbing his phone, giving jasper one last scratch, then heading down to the living room to finish the movie with elias and alma.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

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[hockeyblogg]

Not Enough - F. Andersen

I'm afraid to say i'm officially back so i'm not going to :| however, I have been getting more inspired to write and I have a few works that i've been wanting to post.

this drabble is full of angst which is something i've been writing a lot more...and before you say it, No...this isn't a self indulgent fic lol. It's simply something I thought of when I gained motivation while watching kdramas

in whatever way you take this, i just hope you enjoy it :) it's been a while so forgive me...

Fred walked in your shared apartment, placing his keys down and wiping his forehead to rid himself of the sweat he still produced from practice.

He would have showered at the arena, but he hoped you’d be willing to shower with him when he got home, seeing as you both haven’t had too much time for each other in the last two months due to your new promotion at work and the Canes being in the playoffs, and now that it’s the weekend and you’re both free for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s been a little excited to spend some quality time with his girlfriend.

You on the other hand, had just finished packing an overnight bag and are now sitting on the edge of your bed, tears now dried on your cheeks with new ones threatening to leak over your eyelashes.

You knew your and Fred’s relationship was on the rockier side for awhile, barely seeing each other despite living together, having little to no time to say more than two words to each other. You knew it was getting to Freddie, but you also hoped that you’d pull through, like you always do.

You didn’t expect this.

“Hey elskede.” Freddie’s words made you jump, quickly turning your head to look up at his figure entering the room.

Freddie’s smile turned down, a look of concern washing over his face upon seeing your dried tears and red eyes, “What’s wrong baby?”

You could practically scoff at his audacity.

“Why don’t you ask Brady, you two seem to have gotten awfully close lately.” You mutter bitterly, wiping your nose and cheeks with your sleeve

Freddie’s heart stops for a second,

no…there’s no way you found out…

“Elskede, what are you talking about?” He’s playing dumb, he knows he is, but in his defence, he never thought you’d ever find out.

“Freddie please, the last thing I need right now is for you to lie to me, I already know…I just-I need to hear you say it.”

You’re practically falling apart in front of him, the news hit you like a ton of bricks, and you don’t know if there’s any hope for your relationship after this.

“Let me explain…” Fred started but paused when you closed your eyes and sighed defeatedly

“W-we were going through a tough spot in our relationship a-and I didn’t know what to do, when you said you couldn’t attend Mitchy’s wedding I was even more frustrated, and the guys wanted me to loosen up so-”

Catching his words, you cut him off, “Woah, wait-wait!”

Freddie stops.

“You mean to tell me…that this has been going on since Mitch and Steph’s wedding?!”

Realizing his mistake, Fred can’t say anymore, knowing he fucked up.

It made since now; the arguments about his lack of free time, the last minute “new year’s trip” to see his family, him being way busier this time around the playoffs than usual, having a newfound understanding of all your late-night workdays, his late evening workdays where you assumed practice ran later than usual…

“Oh my god…I’m such a fucking idiot!”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder, a fresh set of tears flowing freely

Fred moves fast, grabbing your upper arm, “No please, elskede you can’t-”

“I can’t leave? Not only did I find out you cheated on me, but I find out it’s been multiple times, since Mitch’s wedding which was what, in July? It’s fucking April you piece of shit!”

You push him off you and rip your arm from his grasp, “So yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’m allowed to leave you.”

Tears are gathering in Freddie’s eyes, and he finds himself losing control of his breathing, “Please, I’m sorry baby, don’t leave, I’ll fix this.”

He follows you out of the room, and as soon as you open the door, he smacks his palm against it, slamming it back shut

“Fred, move!”

You aren’t in the mood for games, but Fred isn’t willing to give you up this easily

Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to look in him in the eyes, almost breaking at the fact they’re even redder than yours, but you remind yourself this is his fault, he did this to you both,

“Just…tell me one thing…”

He puts his full attention on you, reaching to hold your hands in his

“Were they different every time, or is it the same person?” You’re honestly scared of the answer, not sure which one will make you break more. If it’s multiple, then there’s something he’s missing that you guys no longer have in your relationship, but if it’s just one girl, then there’s something he’s missing within you.

He’s quiet, and you’re searching his face for any sort of hint or giveaway. When his face drops, you have it.

“Well…” you muster all of the strength you have inside you, “I hope she was worth losing everything that we had, everything I sacrificed to build this life with you, a life that was so easy for you to throw away.”

You shake his hands off you, ripping the door open and leaving him for good, “Goodbye Freddie.”

Fred falls to his knees as soon as the door closes, letting out everything he was holding in.

“FUUUCK!!” He grabs the shoe rack in the closet, tossing it to the living room and hearing a loud crash to which he pays no mind, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Nothing matters anymore, he’s lost you for good and it’s nobody’s fault but his own. He knows he can only call one person right now, someone he knows won’t be upset with him, someone he knows he really shouldn’t call, especially right now. But Freddie is in love, or at least, that’s what he thinks.

Freddie is simply infatuated, he’s in love with the idea of what is, and honestly, what better way to take his mind off you than to call the one person he knows can do just that.

Picking his phone up, he swallows back all the guilt and sorrow he’s feeling right now,

“Hey Anna, you should come over…”

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[harlowhockeystick]

Actually, the more I think about it, the more I like her having absolutely no idea what's going on. He thinks it's ADORABLE when she asks him what's going on with the bleached part of his beard

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a/n: hi. i love this idea. see the og post about this concept here. 18+ under the cut (MINORS DNI).

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"Ay, Fred, got a little grey spot there eh?" Vincent pointed out in the locker room as he got dressed with his pads on. Freddie chuckled, slipping his head through the upper shoulder pads and looking over at his teammate. "Good to know i'm not the only one!" Brett added too from a couple seats down in the locker room.

"But it's just that lil spot on the chin, see?" Vincent once again pointed out, this time making Fred's cheeks turn slightly red. Fred laced up his skates after pulling his shorts and hockey socks on.

"Hey, why am I being singled out? Brady's been grey since before I even got here." Fred fired back right before slipping the home black jersey over his head, glancing over at Brady who had his hands up in defense and a grin on his face.

"Yeah yeah...whatever, just think it's a little...suspicious that you're only grey...there." Vincent tried to poke and prod a little more, but Fred rolled his eyes and went ahead of his team out towards the ice to start warm ups.

Under the goalie mask, though, he was wearing a horrible and sinful grin. He's taken good notice of the grey-almost-white patches throughout his beard on his upper lip and chin. And he knows exactly where it came from, he remembers high school A&P class. The important parts, at least.

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The canes won a thriller of a game. You were on the edge of your seat the entire time, anxiously watching the little rubber puck slide along the ice from stick to stick. You kept a careful eye on Fred too. Watching, studying, trying to figure out how in the world he is able to play such a high paced game and remain calm.

When he was named second star you cheered as loud as you could, a proud smile on your face. After Sebastian was named first star and did his interview, you chatted with some friends that you were sitting with. You were pulled away from the conversation when you received a text from Fred, reading: Meet me outside the locker room. Skipping the media, have other things on my mind.

Excusing yourself from your friends you make your way down to the locker room, showing security your pass that allowed you to be in that area. It was only about ten minutes later until Freddie walked out of the locker room, wearing just his pant suit and dress shirt along with a pair of tennis shoes he always keeps in his locker.

He was still a little sweaty, but he always saved the shower for home. Nothing beats a shower in your own home. "Did good, Freddie." You greeted him with a smile and a brief kiss on the lips, taking his hand in yours. He gave you a smile in thanks, and was about to speak when Vincent came out of the locker room and giggled like a middle school boy.

"Oh, good job Vincent!" You congratulated, to which Fred reluctantly frowned just a little bit. Vincent smiled, grabbing a towel and running it over his sweaty wet hair.

"Thank you, enjoy your night Mrs. Andersen," you gave him a smile, but Fred just gave him a cold look in return. It didn't sit right with him, the way he said his words in that particular tone. But granted, Freddie didn't like when anyone talked to you- his woman.

He was extremely protective with you. In any setting, he wanted to protect you and make you feel safe. In the arena, he always wanted to know where you sat so he could keep an eye on you when he got the chance. He never let you stray more than arms length from him, in stores, on walks, Fred wanted to make sure that he would be there to protect you if needed. He didn't want you to get hurt, or too far from him.

You would often joke at him that he was like your bodyguard, always following you and keeping a heavy eye on you wherever you went. But he wasn't offended, he actually took great pride in it. He would only respond with: you're worth protecting.

"Freddie, how long has that little white-ish grey patch been there? Above your lip?" You asked him, looking at him through the mirror as you took your makeup off, watching as he undressed so he could take a shower. "I only noticed it today, has it been there long?"

He chuckled in response, walking closer to you in the bathroom while he unbuttoned and slid down his dress pants and carefully laid them down on the side of the bath tub. "You really don't know?" he stepped over to stand beside you, leaning against the bathroom counter he looked down at you, cocking his head to the side and smirking at you.

"Am I supposed to know?" Fred giggled again, this time making you feel slightly insecure. "C'mon Fred why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not! You really...don't know?"

"No, I mean, you're not that old are you?" You both shared a light laugh together and then you turned around to finish your night routine, but Fred stopped you by putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N, i'm serious. You actually don't know?" Your silence was an answer to him, he looking down and breathed out a laugh, "can't believe I know more about your body than you do." He mumbled.

Fred reached for his phone on the bathroom counter, pulling up his phone you patted your face dry and waited for him to explain to you where he was going with this. "Here, read this." He handed you his phone and you read an article titled: does your vagina bleach underwear? You read on, finding out that if you have a healthy pH balance, your discharge can in fact, bleach the dye of your underwear.

"So...You're telling me that...I did that?" your bashful tone had him on the edge of his seat. Leaning forward, you took his chin in between your index finger and thumb, brushing over the lighter colored hairs on his face.

"Yes indeed, you greyed me early dear." Freddie gave you a kiss on the lips but frowned when you didn't kiss him back. "You don't feel bad about it, do you?"

"Well, kinda. I mean i heard some of the guys teasing you about it and I-"

"Oh come on, that's just locker room talk. Honestly babe, I love it. Cause i got it from doing my favorite thing in the world: devouring you whole." Freddie's hand started to travel down your side, his right hand coming to your side to rest on your hip. He bunches the fabric of your sleep shorts up and he toys with the hem of your underwear. "And I even get to taste a little bit the morning after, too. That's my favorite part."

Now his hand was dangerously close to cupping your sex. His eyes were searching into yours, not allowing you to break contact. "I can feel how hot your pussy is baby, and I'm not even touching you. I just know you're soaking wet dear, if I pull your panties down am I gonna be right?" You nodded your head in response to his question, suddenly unable to speak as you feel your thighs tingle just slightly.

He pushes you up onto the bathroom counter after pulling your shorts and your underwear down your legs. He groaned, his assumptions were correct. Fred laid you down on the counter sideways, the right side of your body pressed against the mirror. He pushed you further up the counter and hooked your right leg over his shoulder right before pressing a lingering kiss over your folds.

"I'm gonna eat you...every fucking day....til my whole beard is grey." Freddie said in between licks over your hot cunt. He slid his hand underneath your slik pajama shirt to cup your breast, his fingers taking your nipple in between his finger and thumb.

His tongue traced you over, taking in every single drop you gave him. Freddie ate you like a starved man, his tongue lapping up at your hole to take in every drop of honey that was spilling out. The tip of his tongue was circling your entrance, daring to dart inside.

You started to let out light whimpers and moans, chanting his name over and over and arching your back. He was getting the reaction he wanted from you, one that was desperate. Fred always wanted that from you, he always wanted you to be at his complete mercy when it came down to it. He wanted you to be his and only his, it's all he thought about day and night.

"Freddie please...please please please ohmy-" his thick lips wrapped around your clit and began to suck. He felt your thighs squeeze around his head tightly to keep him place. As if he'd ever leave.

You climaxed at the perfect time. He pulled away and watched as you climbed down from your high, watched your thighs shake and your body gather itself. He watched your chest heave up and down as you felt shocks go through your chest and around through your veins, pumping full of the most perfect king of ecstasy.

"I mean it, dear, i'll keep eating this pussy til i'm grey all over. Nothing in this world can stop me from that."

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A/N: This request came as part of my 500 followers celebration from a deactivated user:

I changed it a little bit because I haven’t fully outlined Oliver’s life, and I already had this piece 30% written back in December. I also had to remove the sexy time because the blurbs were supposed to be around 1000 words and this is up over 2k😅. Though I’m not opposed to a part two, and I have something planned for the night Fred walked in on them because I think that will be hilarious!

Warnings: swearing, drinking, protective dad!Fred being a bit of a jerk, smut (18+)

Wiping the counter with the cloth, the kitchen is finally clean from dinner. Fred shuts the door to the dishwasher and grabs the cloth from you, tossing it in the sink. Golden brown eyes sparkle as he takes you in.

Leaning over he places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, then one to your jaw, and below your earlobe, each one getting progressively lower, lasting a little bit longer than the one before, more tongue and teeth being added.

A giggle mixed with a groan catch in your throat, further encouraging your husbands’ actions, this time with his hands. They trail over the thin t-shirt, down to the curves covered by the denim on your legs. “You know I love you right?” his lips curl against your skin.

“Been together for almost thirty years,” you gasp when teeth sink into your clammy skin, as one hand works at your jeans before expertly releasing them. His hand then dips under the waistband of your underwear. “Have four babies…gr-“ your voice traps in your throat as his middle finger dives deeper to find your entrance, ready and waiting for him. “Shit Fred.”

Letting out a small gasp, your back arches into his touch and Fred hums, delighted. Slipping two fingers between your folds, his thumb finds your clit and circles it slowly. Thrusting his thick fingers in and out a few times, his bicep flexes and you let go of a strangled whine as your body jolts from the sensation. “I fucking love you elskede,” his husky voice is heavy in your ear.

His finger stops its ministrations against your clit, and he pulls everything out. Giving you a light pat on the ass, he places a kiss to your temple, “I left the barbeque on, go upstairs I’ll be up in a sec.” Giggling like a teenager in love, you excitedly skip away and up the stairs, waiting for your husband to join you.

Fred feels his cock starting to harden, pants slowly tightening while watching you walk away. Feeling the dampness that still coats his fingers, he can’t wait to join you, spend the next few hours worshipping every part of you. If you’ll let him, he’d do it until the morning sun peered through the blinds, maybe even longer.

Not even a minute after he heard your tread on the stairs, he rounds the corner, when headlights trickle through the frosted glass of the front door. Intrigue piques, none of your kids mentioned they were coming over - not that they always inform you when they plan on stopping by.

Lingering at the door he waits to see who it is, when a dark silhouette approaches on the other side. Panic is slowly burning as Fred reaches for the handle following a few soft rasps. Everyone knows to just walk in, and the last unexpected late-night visitor at the door was the police, following your car accident.

“Charlie,” Fred breathes out in relief, seeing the blonde-haired carbon-copied version of Mitch on the other side.

“Hi,” he shuffles uncomfortably on the entry mat. Fear is evident in his eyes, and stress oozes out of every pore.

“Charlie?” you take a few steps down the stairs.

Fred seemed to be taking longer than normal, then you heard voices which made you crawl out of the bed. Making your way towards the sound, you recognized the second voice and collected the shirt you had recently discarded before joining them at the door. “What are you doing here?”

Fred’s face is blank, confusion matches yours, as Charlie finally steps in the entryway enough for the door to be closed. Hairs stand on the nape of your neck stand upright and every part of you knows something is wrong.

“Charlie?” you repeat, firmer this time.

“I need to talk to you and Mr. Andersen.”

Fred is taken aback hearing Charlie call him that. You both have known him since the day he was born, 25 years ago, and during that time he has called him Fred, Fweddie when he was young and hadn’t quite figured out the R sound. The only time he called him Mr. Andersen was when he was sixteen, and Fred found him and Elise in a very compromising situation.

“Let’s go to the kitchen.”

With a slight nod, Charlie walks down the hall and sits at the table, while you move to be beside your husband. “Mr. Andersen? What is wrong with him?” he whispers, gripping your elbow to hold you back. Shrugging faintly, you have no response or idea into what is causing this, you saw him and Elise two nights ago for dinner and everything seemed fine.

It is deathly quiet while the three of you sit.

Charlie’s foot taps anxiously on the floor, and he picks the skin around his nails. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, and the oxygen in the room gets heavier and heavier with every breath. Looking for something to distract from the awkwardness, Charlie glances to the oversized clock hanging on the wall, waiting for the minute hand to slowly tick by.

Glancing to Fred, he opens his lips, mouthing ‘Mr. Andersen’ to you, still completely perplexed by it all. You have known Charlie since the day he was born, and he never has been at a loss of words around you.

“Charlie,” you reach out for his hand and give it a soft, and reassuring squeeze. “You can talk to us.”

“God I’m nervous,” he laughs awkwardly and finally draws his gaze towards the ceiling. It’s only then that you notice the tears lingering in the corner, threatening to spill any second. His exhales are choppy, like the air is catching in his throat on the way up his esophagus.

“I love your daughter so much and –“ a faint smile breaks through his nerves and he takes a deep breath. You shoot Fred a glance from the corner of your eye, and he just smirks back in response.

You both finally realize what’s coming. Not just from his behaviour tonight but watching their interactions over the years. Faint kisses in her hairline, the adoring eyes that always managed to find her no matter where she was in the room. His silent but protective nature - knowing she can handle herself and always giving her the opportunity to do so, but ready and waiting to step in if needed. And only when needed.

While she didn’t take your husbands red hair, she is the biggest firecracker of your kids. And Charlie found a way to balance her without extinguishing the flame.

“I love her so much…and I would like your permission to ask her to marry me.”

You watch relief finally cross his face as a million pounds appear to lift off his shoulders. For the first time in almost ten minutes, he looks you in the eye, and his are full of hope.

“No.”

“FREDERIK!” you scold, whipping your head to the left, not worrying about the anger spitting off your tongue. The words hurt. Charlie’s shoulders stop mid breath as he slumps into the chair, making no attempt to hide the devastation on his face. He finally nods as if he accepts the response, lips drawing through his teeth as he debates what he should say.

Wide eyed, your jaw drops when Fred’s shoulders shake, followed by his entire body, his hearty laugh echoing through the kitchen.

He laughs.

He fucking laughs.

He tells your daughters boyfriend of over ten years that he doesn’t have his blessing to propose. That he doesn’t think he should be a part of the family. Shatters his entire world.

Then he fucking laughs.

After almost thirty years you thought nothing about Fred could surprise you. But you have never seen him this calm while someone you thought he cared about is in pain, and for the first time in your marriage you question the type of man he is.

“I can’t give him my permission because only Elise can do that,” he explains, rolling his eyes at you like it’s the most obvious thing. Charlie mutters a curse word and lets out a shaky exhale, and colour begins to return to his cheeks. “I already think of him as a part of the family, but ultimately it’s Elise’s choice. And I’ll respect her decision, either way.”

Fear creeps back over Charlie’s face, catching the way in which he spoke. “You think she’ll say no?” he whispers, trying to stop his heart from cracking, but it was no use. Hearing one of the most important people in Elise’s life say there is the potential she could say no, it broke into a thousand pieces.

“No.” you rush in to answer, trying to console him but the disappointment was evident in his voice.

After completing her undergraduate at the University of Toronto, Elise made the decision to move to Calgary. It didn’t shock anyone. In fact, it was a surprise that she waited that long to move. When he played in the OHL she was constantly going to “visit Noah” but everyone knew she was actually across town, visiting Charlie, who conveniently played for the same team.

Many summer nights you'd wake to a text from Steph, informing you that she had spent the night even though she was supposed to be with Alexis. Elise swore she slept in the guest bed, and while you liked to believe your children told you the truth, you weren't naive.

When Calgary drafted Charlie seventh overall (the Leafs had the eighth pick in the draft that year) both you, Fred, Mitch and Steph all assumed she would transfer out at some point. They barely spent more than two weeks apart during his time in the OHL, you didn’t see how they could go longer. Somehow, they managed, and for 4 years they were apart, sometimes for months at a time.

Then the time came for her to go to law school, both Toronto and Calgary had spots waiting. Charlie suggested she stay; the program in Calgary pales to the one in Toronto - the program many consider the best in Canada. But Elise said no, she was sick of not seeing him every day. And once she made her mind up nothing in the world could change it.

It's been four years of her wearing red and black, while Charlie brings dinner to the library, because he missed her but also knows she’s the type to forget to eat while buried in a textbook. Years of the nauseatingly cute Instagram posts of them and Jerry, their rescue dog. And if Charlie wasn’t the type to wait for her to achieve everything she wanted in life, you would have expected this the day she moved in.

You have no doubt she will say yes, and Fred shouldn’t either. A year ago, when Elise caught Charlie looking at pictures of engagement rings on his phone you were the first person she called. Even if she didn’t tell you she was going to say yes (which she did) her excitement and large smile were answer enough. Fred was there, smiling the entire time and sharing in the excitement, but once that call ended he broke down, thinking of your wedding, where he cradled Elise on the dance floor at only a few months old.

“She might,” he shrugs dismissively.

“FREDERIK!” you bite once again. Sliding your chair closer to Charlie, you give his hands a firmer squeeze, drawing his attention. “Elise loves you.”

“Relax.” Fred rolls his eyes and interrupts you. “I’m just trying to loosen him up, he is so tense.”

“Obviously,” your eyes narrow in his direction. “Put yourself in his shoes.”

“You two live together, you love each other, I assume they have talked about getting married?" Fred leans back in the chair and shakes his head to the two of you. Charlie nods faintly but still can’t look at Fred, his heart beating hard enough in his skull for you to hear. “Well, if they’ve talked about it then Elise will most likely say yes.”

“I can’t believe you,” you mutter towards Fred, shaking your head.

“He called me Mr. Andersen, kid had it coming.”

Charlie smiles. A real and genuine smile, the first one you have seen since he arrived. His demeanor shifts as he flicks his eyes to Fred for the first time, “you’re an asshole, you know that.”

Standing up Fred cards his hands through his dirty blonde hair, purposely disheveling it while walking to the fridge. Opening the door, he pulls two beers out and makes his way back. “Keep it up and I’ll say no, not give you my permission,” he jokes passing one to Charlie.

“You just said it wasn’t yours to give,” he asserts, twisting the cap off the bottle, confidence finally returning.

“You just said it wasn’t yours to give,” Fred mocks back. Lifting the neck to his lips he pauses and lowers the bottle. “She’d better say yes, you’re in way too many family pictures.”

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Hello, thanks for informing me, can you write the 79 with Frederick Andersen then please? Hope you have a nice day!

79. I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys with Frederik Andersen

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When the familiar scene starts to play out on the TV, you rewind and pause. A small smile covers your face as you call out for Freddie. He rushes in from the kitchen and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

"Mm, what's up?" he asks.

"I need your undivided attention for the night fourish minutes," you tell him, extreme seriousness tinged in your voice.

"You know," he begins, "you always have my undivided attention, so there's nothing to worry about that."

His words warm your chest, and suddenly, you forget why you asked for him. You're staring deep into his eyes as you let the words soak in. Who lets this man be this sweet to you? Who lets this man turn your insides warm and fuzzy with just one sentence? Who lets this man distract you like this with just one sentence?

"So, what did you need me for?" Freddie asks, knowing exactly the effect he has on you.

"I have to show you this scene from one of my favorite shows," you tell him. "You've never seen the show, so I'm going to one-by-one show you all the best scenes."

"What's the show?"

"Brooklyn-Nine-Nine," you tell him. "Now, sh. No talking, and no breathing loudly."

"I'm not even—"

"Shhh." You stop him and turn back to the TV. You press play and watch the familiar opening to the Cold Open.

"So, do you recognize any of these men?" Jake Peralta on your screen says, launching into one of the greatest Cold Opens of all time. Freddie chuckles when each of the men begins to nervously and confusedly sing the song. A loud chuckle leaves his body when the group begins to sing the chorus together.

"It was number five," the woman on the screen says. "Number five killed my brother."

When the show cuts to the beginning theme, you pause the show and turn back to Freddie.

"Funny?" you ask. "There's only one right answer, so be careful."

"It was funny," Freddie answers correctly with a smile on his face.

"So, has that convinced you to watch the show with me?"

"You could have just asked me, and I'd watch it with you."

"Yeah?" you ask for confirmation.

"Mhm," he responds. "So, are we starting from episode one?"

"Oh, yeah, and you're not leaving this couch unless you absolutely have to."

Freddie chuckles. "I could never imagine disobeying that order."

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One Point Perspective (18+) by @squilliamnylander The team decides truth or dare is a great party game. Until one asks a question no-one wants to ask. Luckily, the answer results in something unexpected.

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「2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION」

“Shhh… I’m here” I Frederik Andersen

Summary: Being Frederik Andersen's girlfriend isn't always a walk in the park. Especially when he's been through health problems and struggles to open up about his feelings. But when you're deeply in love, there's only one question that truly matters.

Tropes & warnings; establishd relationship; soft!Freddie; no warnings;

Other notes; Wrapping up the "250 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION" with some (short) good old-fashioned Freddie fluff 🌺 Thank you all so much for joining in the festivities! It's been an absolute pleasure! 🥂

Word count; 1.5K

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On a night in late February, Freddie shifted in bed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Beads of sweat were glistening on his forehead, his hands trembling as he clutched the sheets. The nightmares had returned, tormenting him relentlessly in the dead of night.

Sensing his distress, you stirred awake beside him, and with a soft tone of voice, you reached out, your hand finding his damp skin, offering a reassuring touch. "Freddie," you whispered gently, trying to bring him back to the present. "It's alright. Shh... I'm here."

His eyes flickered open, fear and confusion clouding them, as it took him a moment to realise you were there, to see the familiar outline of your face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

"Y/N..." His voice cracked, his throat dry from the remnants of his nightmare. "I... I had a nightmare..”

You did your best to pull him into your arms, holding him close, providing the warmth and security he desperately craved. His large frame enveloped by your small embrace. “Hey, you know you don't have to face this on your own," you murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'm right here with you, Freddie. Always."

The larger goaltender clung to you tighter, seeking comfort in the safety of your embrace. "I'm scared," he confessed, his voice barely audible.

And you knew just how difficult it was for Freddie to acknowledge his fears, to allow himself to be open and vulnerable. He had always been stoic, keeping his emotions tightly held, even from you at times. But you had persisted, gently encouraging him to share, and reassured him that it was safe to lower his guard, especially with you.

It hadn’t exactly been a straightforward journey for the two of you. There were times when he pushed you away, his defences solid as he battled his inner demons. Yet, you remained unwavering, refusing to abandon him, believing in him even when he couldn't find belief in himself.

It had been some of the fiercest battles between the two of you. Despite only being in a committed relationship for just about two years, it had truly tested your limits. Yet, interestingly enough, it had also drawn you a lot closer to each other.

You emphasised that your choice to be with him wasn't based on his career, but solely on your love for him. And this had encouraged him to gradually open up. Step by step, he let down his guard, sharing his fears and doubts with you. It was a journey marked by setbacks and trials, but with each step forward, your bond deepened, fortified by the trust and intimacy you cultivated together.

And as he trembled in your embrace, his barriers crumbling beneath the weight of his nightmares, you held him tight, grateful for the progress you'd made. Though, you knew there would still be obstacles ahead, moments of uncertainty and apprehension, you were confident you could face whatever challenges lay ahead with each other's support.

"I know you’re scared,” you replied softly, your own heart heavy with empathy for the vulnerability in his voice. "But you're strong, Freddie. You've battled through so much already. And I know you can overcome this too."

As he gradually began to relax, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey you both had endured. The uncertainty, the fear, and the relentless determination that had led you to this moment.

Since Freddie's diagnosis with the blood clot issues, it had been a challenging journey. The uncertainty of whether he'd ever play hockey again had loomed over both of you like a shadow. Yet, through it all, you remained steadfast by his side, offering unwavering support and love.

There had been countless nights like this, where nightmares shattered his sleep, leaving him shaken and disoriented. And each time, you had been there to dispel the darkness, reminding him that he wasn't alone.

Minutes passed in silence, interrupted only by the steady rhythm of your breaths and the gentle reassurance you whispered into his ear. Eventually, his heartbeat slowed, his body relaxing against yours as sleep reclaimed him.

You held him tightly, aware of the turmoil in his head but resolute in your commitment to face any challenges together. As the night enveloped you in its quiet embrace, you knew that together, you were stronger than any obstacle that may come your way.

**

The next evening, as the moon once again cast its gentle glow through the window, Freddie's demeanour had shifted. The tension from the previous night had dissipated, replaced by a quiet determination tinged with nervous anticipation.

Seated together in the cozy embrace of the evening during a romantic dinner at your shared home, every detail spoke volumes of intimacy and love. The dining table was adorned with flickering candles, their warm light dancing across delicate china and sparkling silverware. A bouquet of fresh flowers graced the centre, their sweet fragrance mingling with the aroma of the meal you had prepared together.

It wasn’t particularly anything out of the ordinary, as Freddie had a tendency to try and make up for his distressful behaviour through nothing but romance.

However, as you both savoured the delicious meal, Freddie suddenly took a deep breath, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering intensity. Flashing him a sweet smile, you waited patiently for him to speak his mind. 

"Y/N," he began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "There's something I want to ask you."

Your heart quickened slightly, feeling the weight of his words as you watched him closely, a sense of anticipation filling the air between you.

"I've been thinking a lot," Freddie continued, his fingers nervously intertwining with yours. "About us, about our future together."

A smile spread across your face, warmth flooding your chest at the sincerity in his words. Yet you weren’t entirely sure where he was going with it.

"I know I haven't always been great at expressing myself," he confessed, his gaze briefly drifting away before returning to meet yours. "But you've been my rock, through thick and thin. And I can't imagine facing life's challenges without you by my side."

The tender admission stirred a rush of emotion within you, your heart swelling with love for the man sitting before you. "Freddie, you don't have to say this," you assured him, reaching out to cup his cheek gently. "I just want you to be happy."

But Freddie's determination persisted, a glint of resolve in his eyes as he took another steadying breath. "I know , Y/N, but there's something more I need to say," he insisted, his voice soft yet resolute.

With bated breath, you waited quietly, hanging onto his every word, captivated by the vulnerability he was revealing.

"I've come to realise that I've held back too much, that I've let fear keep me from fully expressing how I feel," Freddie confessed, his gaze locking onto yours with unwavering intensity. "But I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be honest with you, to show you just how much you mean to me."

Tears welled in your eyes at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his emotions washing over you like a tidal wave. "Freddie..."

Taking a deep breath, Freddie reached into his pocket, producing a small velvet box. And with a determined yet trembling hand, he rose from his seat and walked over to your side of the table. There, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, he knelt beside you, his eyes never leaving yours.

With another deep breath, he opened the box, revealing a delicate ring nestled within its plush confines. The glimmer of the candle lights danced upon the polished diamond.

Taken aback by his actions, your breath caught in your throat as you beheld the ring, its beauty only surpassed by the love and sincerity radiating from Freddie's gaze. Every line and curve of the ring seemed to speak of his devotion, a silent hint of how he’d chosen it carefully and with a lot fo thought.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Freddie began, his voice a gentle whisper, "will you marry me?"

Emotion swelled within you, a flood of joy and gratitude threatening to overwhelm your senses. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your love for him.

"Y-yes, Freddie," you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I will marry you."

A radiant smile spread across Freddie's face, illuminating the room with its warmth as he slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, a symbol of the bond that bound your hearts together.

“It’s not too soon?” He questioned nervously, hints in his eyes of concern he’d scared you away.

But you simply shook your head. “No, not at all,” you chuckled lightly. “Freddie with all we’ve been through, I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

And in that moment, as you sealed the engaging a kiss, and held each other close, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the night, you knew that your love was a force to be reckoned with. Gazing into each other's eyes, filled with love and promise, you knew that your journey together was just beginning, a path paved with endless possibilities and boundless love. 

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[lafrexniere]

Skate Date with Frederik Andersen

It’s a scorching and humid summer day in Raleigh, North Carolina. The Carolina Hurricanes practice rink is empty for the offseason. You had been dying to put on your pads again and skate but you have been too occupied watching your boyfriend get all the action. You were the starting goalie on your high school team, being the only girl on a boys team, showing you were tough enough to make it far in the hockey world. Putting on your old pads would feel great, and it would be nice for Freddie to have a break from stopping shots.

“Babe”, he says as he catches you in the middle of your daydreaming of playing again. “What’s on your mind?” You snap out of your thoughts to notice him with a puzzled look when you ignore his question. “Hello, Y/N, you there? What’s going on in that head?” You answer with a shrug thinking of how to tell him you want to go skate. He knows you played, but not sure if you still do. Your set of goalie pads is stashed in the back of your closet. 

“Tell me what’s going on Y/N. What is it you want?” His pleading eyes make you melt and finally spit out an answer.

“I need to skate again, it has been too long since the last time I put on pads or even skates.” His face of shock has you freaking out inside. 

“Okay, let’s go, grab your stuff.” You are confused after he answered so calmly after seeming utterly shocked. He picked up his bag too.

“Oh, you’re putting on your stuff too?” You ask already expecting a sass-filled response.

“You aren’t the only one who needs practice,” he grins. “Am I ruining your goalie moment, because I thought we could share it?” Wow, for once he wanted to share a moment with you that wasn’t a movie on the couch or dinner, he wanted to go and do something with you. Freddie was always tired when you would see him that he wouldn’t want to do anything. You knew the exhaust he would feel after games better than he thought you did. It was finally summer and you could finally do all the things you had wanted to do with him since the day you started dating. You pick up your bag from the back of your closet as well as your stick from the corner of your room. You peek on the top shelf in your room to pick one of the three masks up there to use for today’s “special occasion”. You finally decide and head out of the room with a bag almost as big as you at your side ready to somehow fit it out the door of your shared condo with Freddie. 

“I can take your bag babe if you’d like, but I know my girl likes to be a strong independent woman.” He was mocking you because he knows you wouldn’t let him carry it no matter how hard he wanted to be a gentleman. You carry your bag out to the car struggling to open the trunk.

“Oh, does Y/N need help?” Freddie giggled. “Allow me or do you still not want my help.” He crosses his arms, your arms begin to get a little wobbly, and the weight of your bag is a little too much to carry while opening the trunk of the car. 

“Just open the trunk please,” you say quickly hoping it will make him open the trunk faster. He opens it and you put your bag and stick in and slam it shut gasping for air. You hop in the passenger seat and plug in your phone and put on your music.

The parking lot of the rink is empty, with just one other car there. You get out of the car and grab your bag. It is easier to carry the second time and a much closer distance to the door of the building than from your bedroom to the car. As you approach the door you begin to get nervous, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the guy you love. Freddie walks past you and opens the door, 

“Here I got the door for you, go on in it’s nice it’s empty,” you’re completely frozen, he nudges you. You slowly make your way in waddling with your bag and pads. You walk to the locker room and kick the door open, you feel more comfortable as you find a place to drop your things. Freddie is hesitant to go into the locker room with you,

“You can come in Freddie I don’t care, I’m not changing or anything,” he blushes,

“I just wanted to make sure.” You admire Freddie’s considerate side, he mostly does what he wants but can tell that you are a bit nervous about your skate date. A few moments later you a ready to hit the ice after Freddie has already left the locker room, you look yourself up and down in the locker room mirror to make sure everything is correctly put on according to your liking. It’s time for you to skate.

You start with a quick warmup lap while Freddie stretches,

“Wow look at my goalie girl go,” he calls out to you. “I’m blushing so hard under the helmet babe stop,” you shout back. As you approach the final turn you go into a slide and bump into the now stretched-out Freddie. “My turn to stretch can’t have my knee acting up,” you felt so comfortable on the ice you forgot to tell Freddie about your knee injury which kept you from playing. 

“What about your knee, are you okay, will you be okay, you’ll be fine you’re tough,” he rambles.

“Wow thanks for the support,” you say while going into a split. “I’ll be ready to start skating again soon why don’t you take a lap babe okay?” He listened to you and took a lap, you stood up as he zoomed around the last corner diving on his stomach and sliding right up to your feet. You watch him get up as you pull your mask up to let him see your rosy cheeks. He took his mask off and then began to pull yours off as well, you stop him. 

“Helmet hair please don’t,” you say looking down.

“You think I care, you look beautiful in those pads.” Your face is getting warm is it from the sweat dripping in your pads in just the short time at the rink or the butterflies Freddie is giving you? He pulls your mask off completely and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He keeps his hand on your head. You are feeling a little stuck now with all your padding on but let him continue. He repeats himself assuring you that you are meant to be in those pads. Suddenly he presses his lips against yours and you struggle to put your arms around his massive padding. You lose your balance as your leg pads bump into each other causing you to fall on top of him knocking Freddie to the ground. 

“I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask as his head is on the ice. He slowly closes his eyes and blinks once, “Freddie babe cmon answer me, can you see me hey stay with me.” You panic thinking you have concussed him. You press another kiss on his lips thinking that will do it. He grins and opens his eyes.

“I had you there Y/N,” he laughs. You shove him as you make your way back to your feet. 

“Don’t do that to me Freddie I was so scared you weren’t going to be able to play for a bit.” You scold him then immediately regret it when he apologizes with puppy eyes. He gets into the butterfly position and tells you to drop. He is teaching you how to play goalie again, you let him even though being a goalie had never left you in your time off the ice. He was the happiest you had ever seen him when he was teaching you, telling him you didn’t need his help would have crushed him. After an hour of skating and goofing off, you both agree that your legs are tired and need to go back to the loveseat at your place. “Y/N, I’m so glad I can share being a goalie with you now,” You giggle at his cheesy statement. “I’m serious, I haven’t found anyone yet that quite understands me like you, and now, even more, you get me.” Your heart melts, you kiss him on the cheek as he sits down in the locker room thinking how did I get so lucky with him? 

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[knifeshoeboys]

Little Do You Know - F. Andersen

It’s finally done! This fic was written for the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston and is for @mp0625. It was a nice challenge to write a reader insert for the first time, I had a lot of fun creating this story and I hope you enjoy readiit just as much!

Also, everyone be warned, I didn’t look at a single calendar or any actual game scores. I just did what felt right and hoped for the best. Also, don’t think too closely about the reader’s job. I have no idea how it actually works, I just put a lot of imagination and confidence into writing it. There also is a guest appearance of Seth Jarvis.

Summary: Suddenly working for the Carolina Hurricanes wasn't how you'd thought your year would end. Everything that followed was just as surprising.

Pairing: Frederik Andersen x f!reader (no mentions of y/n)

Words: 11.9k (I’m sorry, this was planned to be like 3k words at most?? I have no idea what happend)

Warnings: a few swear words? Reader is described as shorter than Freddy, otherwise no physical descriptions. It might sound just a little angsty at the beginning, but it's really not; mostly fluff and maybe some light hurt/comfort

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Jane's grin should have been enough to make you suspicious.

It was one evening, after another long shift at work and overtime that you would probably never see the pay for.

Even without looking at her, you knew the look Jane would give you. One of those pitying ones that made you a little more defensive than you should’ve been - a constant reminder that perhaps the year hadn't exactly been perfect.

But that didn't automatically mean Jane was right. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, you had once tried to tell her once. You were happy. No, really.

Sure, the breakup at the beginning of the year had been long and accompanied by a lot of shouting and tears. At the beginning you had been so sure that he was the one - only to be disappointed once again a few months later. But you could always use that as a learning experience, couldn’t you? Jane didn't know what she was talking about when she’d said that you seemed lonely sometimes. Better alone than with the wrong person, right?

And sure, the water damage to the apartment wasn't ideal either. But at least the only thing that couldn’t be saved was the kitchen. Everything else just needed time to dry and, well, maybe a new coat of paint. Two weeks later you had managed to find a new place to move into with your best friend, Jane.

Maybe she wasn’t entirely wrong about your job being more than miserable. Seemingly endless overtime and the salary just enough to make ends meet.

Maybe Jane had a point, even though you hated to admit it.

You weren't unhappy per se. But maybe, just maybe, there was still room for improvement.

And now it was December.

Jane had gotten a telltale glint in her eyes when you both realized that. Less than four weeks left to end the year on a good note.  Or maybe you should just wait for the next one and hope it’ll get better. So, with a shrug of your shoulders, you'd put the thought aside for the moment.

Her grin should’ve made you suspicious. But instead, it was already forgotten by the next morning.

–   

"Jane!" Your voice was far too loud considering she was sitting barely a meter away.

"Hm?" Jane looked up from her book, confused, maybe a little worried. You weren’t paying enough attention right not to get a good read on her expression.

You couldn't believe your eyes. Even after reading the text for the third time, you wanted to pinch yourself. Hard. This had to be a strange dream.

The words blinking up at you from the screen seemed unbelievable.

"Did you- Did you submit my application with- to the- the Carolina Hurricanes?!"

Jane seemed to process your words in her head. Then understanding began to spread across her face.

Your mouth kept opening and closing, but no words came out. You didn't even know what you would have, should’ve, said. What was a normal response in this situation?

Jane straightened up a little and leaned toward you. She was looking over your shoulder at the laptop.

"Oh, they were faster than I expected."

"How... What..."

Sure, you'd complained to her just the other day that the youth team you'd applied to had suddenly realized they didn't have the budget for a full-time position after all. The interview at the equipment store on the other side of town left a lot to be desired after their first question was how much overtime you could put in per month.

But this? You’d never have expected that.

"Are you crazy?" Your voice was still unexpectedly shrill.

“It’s not a rejection letter”, she sounded a little too proud for your liking.

You squinted your eyes at her.

“Then I would’ve killed you. After burying myself out of embarrassment.”

"Oh, come on. You have to admit, it sounds perfect for you," Jane simply shrugged her shoulders. Leaning back again, she looked a lot calmer than you felt.

Nevertheless, you did have to admit that it sounded almost perfect. Often you had helped out with the equipment in small teams in the past and had always enjoyed the work. It was close to the action without being in the foreground.

But still.

"I can't believe you." You slumped back against the couch and ran your fingers through your hair. "This is crazy. You’re crazy..."

Jane sighed. "Hey, if you're not interested, don't answer." Then she turned back to her book.

She made it sound so easy.

"I didn't say that!" you defended yourself immediately.

Jane snorted, then at least a brief twitch of the corner of her mouth.

–  

Your hands were shaking as you pushed open the nondescript door. It had all happened so fast.

Someone had called you the very next morning.

It was all so unbelievable that you could barely remember the phone call.

 "It's a temporary position, but it needs to be filled quickly," the man on the phone had said, that much you could recall - immediately followed by the question of when you could start.

Apparently, someone had gotten sick after they were already understaffed and so they urgently needed someone to fill in.

Your experience at the small hockey center in your hometown had probably paid off after all. While growing up you had helped the coach, who trained the children’s hobby group, with the equipment.

In return, he always gave you old skates and sticks that were once forgotten by someone and never got picked up so you could try them out during your own team’s training.

Maybe they also decided on you because they just didn’t have many applicants with previous experience of any level available at such short notice. But who knew. And really, you didn’t really care either way.

Especially as just a few hours after the call you were now following hurriedly written down directions through the corridors of the arena that you had previously only seen as a visitor. 

Anthony, whose first words had been "Call me Tony", had been awaiting you already. His tour of the most important rooms was not only packed with way too much information but also constantly interrupted by other people’s questions and demands.

Nevertheless, Tony remained friendly and patient with them as well as you, even when you had forgotten which direction you had come from for the third time in a row. Once or twice, he might even have stifled an amused grin.

"Let me just show you the storage rooms and then..."

"Anthony," an older man interrupted from the side. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a grim expression on his face.

An official-looking ID was hanging around his neck.

Tony grimaced at the use of his full name.

"What is it now?" he asked, barely able to hide his annoyed voice under a wavering polite smile. It was the first time you'd seen Tony anything other than friendly today. It was almost weird.

The man didn't really look at Tony, but rather past him, even though the words were clearly directed at Tony. "The sticks are all mixed up." The accusatory tone in his voice was clear, as if Tony had personally caused the mess.

"We don't know what belongs to whom."

Tony sighed. "Of course, you don't", he muttered so quietly that only you could hear the words. However, the other man would have been able to see the hint of an eye roll hadn’t he turned away again, apparently to grumble at the next person.

"Don't let Mike intimidate you," Tony explained, turning back to you, "in case he ever snaps at you. He likes to feel more important than he is." He rolled his eyes with a wry grin.

Someone hesitantly tapped Tony’s shoulder. This time a young man, who looked like he'd just graduated high school.

"Sorry, I know you're busy - I don't mean to interrupt - but, uh, a strap on a goalie pad broke."

Anthony ran a hand over his forehead. "Another one? Shit."  He exhaled noisily. "That's the third one in two days. It has to be a production error. Has the manufacturer responded to the complaint yet?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Mike called impatiently for Anthony from the next room. Torn, he turned briefly at the voice, then looked back at the boy next to him. "They probably need the goalies for training right now?"

The boy nodded shyly: "They said it was urgent."

Anthony sighed again.

Then he looked at you with a wry grin: "Looks like you'll get something to do sooner than expected."

He got handed a paper from someone walking past him. While searching for something on it he continued talking.

"We only have a few pads left in stock. The new order hasn't arrived yet and we need the ones we still have for the game tonight. Do you know how to sew?" He looked up.

"A little?" Your grandparents had taught you a long time ago, but it wasn't something you had to do regularly in your daily life.

"Great, that should be enough for now. It doesn't have to be pretty, as long as it does the job."

Anthony patted you on the back approvingly. Then he left you standing alone in the hallway, his exit accompanied by another long "Anthony" yell.

You were left standing there. Uncertainly you looked at the young man next to you.

He shrugged his shoulders just as unsure. He murmured quietly: "In that room over there." With a finger, he pointed at a door.

Well, then you should probably get to work. 'That room over there' really wasn't hard to find. It was only a few meters away.

What you didn't expect, however, was to almost walk into a huge man as soon as you entered the room. You always knew that hockey players tended to be quite tall, but it still took you by surprise.

You had to tilt your head back to look the man in the face. Of course, having lived here long enough you knew all the players on the team, at least by name. You weren't some crazy fan but at least invested enough to watch the games whenever you had the time. For your last birthday you had even gotten tickets to watch one live in the arena. It had been great.

Now you were faced with a certain goalie. Stubborn ginger strands fell into his face, his cheeks slightly flushed from training or the cold. Television did not do him justice at all.

Stay professional, you had to order yourself. This was your job. You couldn't mess it up, especially not on the first day.

Frederik looked up. He ran his eyes over your form for a moment. Then he tilted his head. "You're not Tony," his voice sounded unexpectedly soft.

"Oh, uh, no. I'm new here. First day today." Wow, very smooth. Good job.

If Freddie thought the same, he didn't let on. Quite the opposite. He openly watched you, his mouth twisted into a crooked grin. "Well, in that case. Welcome."

You mumbled a "Thank you."

A brief silence filled the room. While you reminded yourself to get yourself under control, you could still feel his appraising gaze on you - not hostile, just curious.

"How do you like it so far?" You could see little lines forming around his eyes as he smiled at you.

"I mean, a map would be helpful. All these corridors are like a labyrinth," you tried to joke.

Freddie laughed. "Oh yeah. You don't want to know how many times I got lost in here at first."

Maybe he was just saying that to make you feel better. However, you decide not to question it and just let the words calm you down a little.

"Are you almost done?" a woman poked her head into the room. Her stern features were emphasized by her narrow glasses. She reminded you of a strict principal scowling at running students.

You were almost certain you'd seen her in the corridors earlier today. Maybe Tony had told you her name and position, but if so, you'd already forgotten again. For the first dozen names you had made an honest effort to memorize them. The numerous ones following after that were buried in the sea of information that had poured in on you in a very short space of time.

"Oh yes, almost done," you grinned at the woman as convincingly as possible.

With a skeptical look, she let her eyes wander back and forth between Freddie, you and finally the pad, still hanging down loosely on his leg.

"Hurry up”, she ordered. You nodded dutifully.

When she had disappeared again, you breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes had literally bored right through you and left you feeling a little uncomfortable. Freddie had squirmed under her eyes just as much.

You didn’t want to risk her turning up here again.

"I think I'll go and get some stuff. To fix that."

Freddie nodded patiently.

Huh.

Well. There was just one problem.

"You wouldn't happen to know where they store needles around here, would you?"

Again, the corners of his mouth pulled to the side in amusement. "Aren't you the one working here?" He was obviously just teasing you, but your cheeks immediately felt a little warmer, nevertheless.

"Right."

In the end, Freddie did help by searching through the drawers in the small cupboard behind him while you examined the rest of the room.

Once needle and thread were found, the work was done quickly. The strap was tight again. It should hold on for the next few hours at least. The stern-looking woman had walked past the room a few more times – more than necessary in your opinion – as you had noticed out of the corner of your eye. However, she had not re-entered the room.

Freddie and you had had some simple conversations on the side so the work had gone by quickly. He had asked your name and where you came from.

All in all, your first job could have gone a lot worse. You were almost a little proud of yourself.

Maybe this was all quite doable after all.

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It was terrible.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd walked so much, feeling your feet ache with every more step you took. By the time just half of your shift had been over, your legs were already heavy.

Once the game had started, the processes seemed a lot more structured.

The rather hectic running around of the afternoon was replaced by a lot of counting and carrying things from one place to another.

With all the work, you almost missed the end of the game completely.

However, the disappointment was hard to miss. It put deep creases in everyone’s faces; reflected in the way shoulders slumped and voices were muffled.

Losing again after a long winning streak probably always hit everyone hard.

Tony and you got handed the equipment to be washed and dried.

At least one thing hadn't changed though. All sorts of people still wanted something from Tony. He had mumbled to you "I'll be back in a moment", only to definitely not come back after a moment.

Afraid of getting lost for good, you decided to wait here for him anyway.  

Everyone around you seemed to have clear tasks that they were silently following. It was almost strange to see the corridors so quiet, in contrast to a few hours earlier.

No matter where you stood, you had the feeling that you were interfering with the routines of other workers and so you gradually ended up further and further to the end of the narrow hallway. Not knowing exactly where you were was nothing new today. However, this time you were pretty sure this corner hadn’t been in Tony’s tour. 

One by one, players came around a corner. They walked past you individually or in small groups. Very few of them probably really noticed you. Their mood was also noticeably subdued.

You weren't entirely sure whether you were happy to see Freddie again as he slowly stepped around the corner, or whether you would’ve preferred not to see the disappointed look on his face.

You gave him what you hoped was an encouraging smile.

For a brief moment, the corners of his mouth lifted, a hint of a crooked grin as he had almost passed you, but as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished again.

He exhaled forcefully. The heaviness in his eyes returned.

With a long breath, you watched his slowly shrinking figure.

No longer could you stand being in the hallway. You had seen enough disappointed faces for one day. A door caught your eye. It was held open by a chair jammed into the doorway. The cool light falling through the opening was brighter than the ceiling lights.

You dared to take one last look over your shoulder, Freddie had already disappeared from your view. And there was still no sign of Tony. So, you crossed the corridor with slow steps.

The door led directly to the spectator stands. It had apparently been opened after everyone had left the arena.

You let yourself fall against the door frame.

After a quick glance over the seating area, your gaze fell onto the ice surface. Your heart ached in your chest. Before, you hadn't realized how much you missed being on the ice yourself - or you had successfully pushed it to the back of your mind. Only now, when you were so close to it, did the longing come back to you in full force.

"Do you have skates?" The voice so close to your ear made you jump. Lost deep in thought you hadn’t noticed when Tony had appeared next to you.

"What?"

"Do you have skates," he repeated more slowly, "I have to be honest. I'd be a bit disappointed if I had to find out like this that you don't own any." He flashed an amused grin at you.

You frowned. "Yes, of course. I mean, I have relatives in Canada. They'd probably disown me if I didn't."

"Then what's stopping you from taking a few laps on the ice?"

He shrugged as if it were that simple. It couldn't be that simple.

"What? But no, I can't do that..." You found it difficult to find the right words. You didn't even know what you were trying to say yourself.

"The way you look at the ice longingly, it'll melt away otherwise," Tony teased.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "No, but really. Is that allowed?"

"Yep," Tony pointed over his shoulder. "Back there on the list are the times when the ice is free. As long as you don't mind the ice not being fresh, of course."

You could hardly believe what Tony was telling you. There was actually a possibility that you could skate on the ice? It’d been so long since you had skates on your feet. It’s been even longer since you’d last held a hockey stick.

When you thought about what it would be like to practice again after so long, a yearning overcame you.

"Nobody else usually uses it on Mondays and Wednesdays." Tony gave you a significant look.

-

The ice had obviously been heavily used. It couldn't have bothered you less.

The first step on the ice was shakier than you expected. And it still felt so relieving. Like rediscovering one of your favorite childhood sweets years later. Or finding change in your pockets that you’d already forgotten about.

Your face beamed with joy, becoming more relaxed with every step. After two laps around the arena, it felt as familiar as before. Your chest rose and fell at a fast pace.

Even after another ten minutes, you were still alone on the ice. When Tony had said no one else usually used the free ice time on Mondays, he hadn't been exaggerating.

You were still a little unsure before, but now you took the stick you had brought with you and a few pucks that were still in a bucket on the side from the last training session.

The last time you’d played hockey was even longer ago than the last time you’d skated. So, it wasn't surprising that you missed the net a lot the first few tries. The times you did hit the goal, however, felt all the better.

The skillful shots from your youth, when you still had time to go to training regularly, no longer worked nearly as well. In the past, you could’ve done them blindfolded.

Adult responsibilities however got in the way at some point, so you were glad that you were still able to attend a hobby group at least once a month until last year. And it paid off. After a short time, the stick no longer felt so strange in your hand. Maybe Hockey was a bit like riding a bike. You would never quite forget how to do it.

You almost missed the other person coming onto the ice.

Even without his number on his back, you could’ve identified him without a doubt. To be fair, there probably weren't that many people walking around in professional goalie gear. Especially those with access to the ice and a Canes logo on their chest.

Without a doubt: Frederik Andersen had just stepped onto the ice. The exact ice you were standing on.

Uncertain you looked back and forth between the exit and him. You were sure you hadn't misread the time on the list. The clock on the wall also told you that you hadn't just been here much longer than you thought.

Still, should you leave the ice? If he was here, he probably wanted to practice. You'd just get in the way.

After the game on your first day on the job, the Canes lost two more games. And as always happens, critical voices immediately got loud on the internet. Even if you hadn't looked any further, you could imagine what they said about Freddie – hopefully, he followed the media team's advice not to read any of it.

Freddie looked at you for a moment. Then he crossed the ice. However, instead of heading for the other half of the ice as you’d have expected, his path led straight into the net on your side.

Fascinated, you watched as he stretched and moved in quick order. Finally, he straightened up again, leaned forward and tapped the ice several times with his stick.

You looked at him in confusion. But when he then flicked a puck across the rink towards you with his stick, it was a more than clear invitation.

In this moment you were so glad to have had some time to warm up before he arrived.

Your first shots at the net were careful. And apparently, they were way too predictable and easy for Freddie, as he blocked each of them with ease. He didn't even look strained in the slightest.

You took it as a challenge.

The next shots were more confident. You even started to skate a few steps towards the net on each of them, instead of standing rigidly in the middle of the ice.

However, after a lost puck on the way to the net elicited a playfully disappointed shake of the head from Freddie, you made it your mission to mix in a particularly bad shot every few tries. Freddie’s reaction made it more than worth it.

If you looked very closely, you imagined you could even see the smirk under his mask every time.

In the end, you didn't know how long you’d played for.

When Freddie pushed his mask up, a few strands of hair were sticking to his forehead. His features were more relaxed than any of the last times you'd seen him here. It looked good on him.

As you went your separate ways again, he gently nudged you with his shoulder. The smile lingered on your lips for a long time.

– 

"Do you think the small suitcase will be enough for three days?"

Jane looked at you over her shoulder. "Are you going on a trip? Without me?" She clutched her chest dramatically.

"There are a few away games coming up. And I'm supposed to come with them”, you explained. Your nerves must be written all over your face.

"Not that I think I'm really going to be that much help.", you added.

You had only just started to feel like you were slowly getting used to the work in the arena. By now, you could count on one hand how many times you got lost in the seemingly never-ending hallways of the arena in a shift. Even all the tasks no longer appeared as overwhelming as they did at the beginning.

Still, it had taken you days to even come close to finding your way around the arena. Even now, you kept discovering new rooms that you had never seen before.

Now, arriving in a completely foreign arena? You'd never seen how away games were run behind the scenes. And now you were supposed to help out yourself. Over the last days carefully established routines to make work easier would have to be broken again.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot that you're super important now," she teased.

As if. "Hardly. More like the assistant to the assistant."

As you turned back to your bedroom, Jane called after you: "I’m sure it won't be as bad as you think."

Packing took longer than expected. This was probably partly due to the fact that you kept placing stuff in your suitcase just to take it out again minutes later. Should you pack a fifth sweater after all? Would one spare pair of pants be enough or maybe take the black ones with you as well?

By the time you had loaded your bags into your car, you were on the verge of being late. Enough time for you to arrive on time, not enough to get stuck in traffic or spend ages looking for a parking space.

However, you didn’t even get that far.

Your car made a tired stuttering noise before it fell silent again. The same sound was heard on the second attempt. By the third turn of the key, your fingers were already getting clammy.

"Damn it. That can't be true now." Try again. This time the engine only made a muffled scraping sound.  "No, no, no!"

You dropped your head against the steering wheel. Frustration rose up inside you.

Another sharp turn. Your hand clutched the armrest. You preferred not to look too closely at the speed limit. Jane ignored your pointed glances toward her anyway - and today, at least, you were almost glad of her habit of speeding.

The bags on the back seat were a heavy reminder in the corner of your eye.

You almost felt like you were back in your teenage years, being driven around by your parents and older friends. Then the airport finally came into view.

Jane parked and let you out. A car honked behind you. Quickly you thanked her and got out of the car.

You didn't know how, but you were still on time.

–    

After the flight, it was a blessing to arrive at the hotel room.

The room was small, had a strange orange wall color and a dubious stain on the floor that you strictly avoided stepping on. But at least you had the room to yourself. Reason enough to breathe a sigh of relief.  

In the evening, you fell into bed early, exhausted from the day. Sending a photo of your room to Jane would have to wait until tomorrow.

The next morning, you were awake long before your alarm clock. You didn't know who exactly was in the room next to you, but whoever it was had started snoring loudly at some point.

Even after a while, you couldn't fall back asleep. You were slow to pull yourself out of the warmth of your bed, but happy to escape the constant noise. So, you got ready for the day.

When you arrived in the breakfast room with a sectioned-off area for the team and players, the buffet had only just been opened. Apart from you, there was only one other person here so far, who ignored you as politely as you ignored them.

Most people would probably eat later. The game wasn't until late afternoon, so there was no rush to prepare, and morning skate wasn't scheduled for a few hours, as you’d heard.

With a full plate, you sat down at one of the many empty tables. While you ate, you checked your messages.

Jane had texted you last night to tell you that she’d taken your car to the mechanic. Already, they had sent you an email with a list of what needed to be repaired. Your hope that it would only be just a minor repair instantly vanished as you saw the length of the list.

You gulped a second time at the amount at the bottom of the mail.

Shit. That would easily consume an entire month's salary. You dropped your forehead to your hands.

"Does breakfast in general make you unhappy or is it this one in particular?" The chair next to you was pulled back. A certain ginger goalie fell into the seat.

You couldn't suppress a faint snort.

"I wouldn't count my car as breakfast," you tried to joke. Just the thought of your car made you grimace again.

"Oh," his brow furrowed gently. "That doesn't sound good?"

"Yeah. I mean, it has made a weird noise for a while now, should’ve known something like this would happen eventually. I just hoped to have a little more time before having to get it repaired."

Groaning you let your head fall into your hands again. Freddie shook his head, an amused glint in his eyes.

Then he seemed to have another thought.

“Wait, so how did you get to the airport?”

“Oh, I had someone drive me.” You turned your head to look at him.

“Boyfriend?" Maybe it was just hopeful wishing, the way Freddie's eyebrows drew down a touch further. “I mean, not that it’s any of my business.”

"My roommate, Jane." After short consideration, you also added: “Don’t think my ex would’ve even bothered to drive me.” You couldn't see Freddie’s face at that moment as your eyes were drawn to a new incoming message. Just Jane complaining about the weather.

“That sounds like there’s a story.”

You snorted. “Not a good one.”

Freddie seemed to get the drift. He did however furrow his brows slightly and asked slowly: "Wait, how are you getting home then?"

You could almost have sworn that Freddie was sitting closer than at the beginning.

To be honest, you hadn't really thought about it yourself. "Probably an Uber or...?" you mumbled but didn't finish the thought.

Someone from the marketing team - Angela? Angelica? Angeline? - sat down on a chair opposite you.

The conversation was paused for now. Instead, the blonde woman chattered away happily as you just nodded at the appropriate times.

You hadn't noticed when the room had started to become so crowded.

–  

When they’d said: "I have an exciting task for you today", you hadn't thought that cleaning helmets would be a big part of it.

Being allowed to take on more tasks on your own was wonderful. And you were grateful.

There were various parts on a few of the helmets that needed to be replaced or checked. By itself a nice and relaxing work. However, having to polish helmets had always been very low on your list of favorite activities. And today you had to clean every single one after the repairs.

One by one, some players arrived to collect their helmets for training themselves. Others were picked up and taken away by staff on their way past. By the time the last helmet was shiningly clean, there were only three left on the table next to you, waiting to be picked up.

And, well, one of them was a beautifully painted goalie mask of a very specific goalie.

Another player came to collect his helmet. You immediately suppressed the disappointment that welled up in your stomach when you realized who was coming through the door. Or rather, the disappointment at who it wasn't.

He was friendly, exchanged a few brief words with you and finally thanked you before disappearing again.

And then, Freddie came into the room. You almost missed it over your struggle of trying to get a new rag from the top shelf.

“Let me help you”, the deep voice from behind surprised you.  

He probably could’ve stepped around you and still reached the pile of rags easily enough. However, Freddie appeared behind you, not quite touching you, but close enough that you could feel the heat coming from his body.

Even after grabbing the desired item, he didn’t step back a whole lot, stayed close. If you would’ve wanted to you could’ve taken a step to the side. There was more than enough space and even if there wasn’t you knew Freddie would’ve moved immediately and apologized if you’d asked. But you didn’t.

You stayed exactly where you were.

The air between you felt almost charged. You wanted to see what Freddie’d do. You didn’t get the chance to.

The moment was over as quickly as it had come when the door was pushed open. You both jumped.

Until now you’d only seen Seth Jarvis occasionally from a distance in the hallways. Apart from that, you haven't had much to do with him yet.

The first thing you noticed about him today was that he was already holding his helmet in his hands. It was hanging over two fingers as if he had forgotten he even had it. You dimly remembered giving it to one of the employees not long ago.

You looked down at him once with furrowed brows. The rest of his equipment looked complete too and in working order.

Freddie huffed.

Seth's gaze flitted back and forth between him and you. A far too pleased grin began to grow on his face.

For a few seconds, his gaze stayed wandering between you two.

Finally, you broke the silence when it didn’t seem as if he intended to say anything.

"Is there… A problem with your helmet?"

Seth blinked at you. Then he followed your gaze down to his hands.

He shook his head, almost confused by your question. "No, everything's fine."

Okay? Then he probably hadn’t returned for that.

"Then... Anything else I can help you with?" you continued to ask.

He looked down at himself once more and seemed to think for a moment. Freddie started to speak, a meaningful glint in his eyes: "I'm sure it isn't-"

Somehow that just made Seth’s mischievous grin reappear.

He interrupted Freddie: "Hm, I don't know," he thought slowly, "My shin pad has been kind of weird these last few days and…"

Freddie scowled at him. But Seth didn't let it bother him at all. On the contrary, his grin widened a little more.

Amusement flashed in his eyes. There seemed to be some kind of silent communication between the two.

Finally, Seth concluded: "But it's not really that bad.”

So, you were back to square one.

"Then, anything else I can help you with?"

Seth’s answer came too quickly: "I guess I forgot why I came here. Can’t have been that important."

Turning around, however, took him longer than it should have, and you were pretty sure he did it on purpose. At the door, he threw another grinning look back.

Finally, you two were alone again.

You continued blinking at the door. What was that?

"I should probably see what he's up to," Freddie sighed but offered no other explanation. Nevertheless, he made no effort to leave.

Instead, almost absentmindedly he traced an invisible line in the table.

It took you a moment to notice - he lingered.

You didn't know what to do with the realization. Staring at Freddie the whole time only made you feel stranger. Whatever this conversation just was already left you almost dazed, so you picked up the last remaining helmet beside Freddie’s mask again.

You already knew it was spotless. Not for nothing had you spent so much time cleaning it earlier.

Just to have something to do, you picked up another cloth and set to work again.

Freddie watched you silently. There was something comfortable, almost familiar about sharing the silence.

When the last helmet was finally picked up by another employee, it was the signal for Freddie to leave.

You handed him his mask as well. Your fingers touched too long to be just a coincidence. It made your heart beat loudly in your chest.

For a moment you hesitated. Then you raised an arm briefly to his shoulder and gave him a quick squeeze. "Good luck!"

Before you had a chance to regret your decision, you went back to your work.

–   

The high spirits of some of the players you spotted hours later in the hallways told you how the game had turned out, even though you’d been too busy to watch.

You didn't think Freddie would send you more than a quick smile as he walked down the corridor. Two others caught up with him. One of them, easily recognized as Seth Jarvis, and one of the rookies. Seth said something to Freddie, then pushed him to the side straight at you, laughing with one hand behind his back.

With a slight color in his cheeks, no doubt still from the game, he took a few steps towards you. Smiling, he raised an arm. He waited a moment, as if offering you a way out. Instead, you gladly took a small step in his direction.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders. You were pressed firmly against Freddie, who murmured a quiet thank you against your hair. Then, he let go of you all too quickly.

What exactly he was thanking you for you didn’t know. You also didn’t get the chance to ask.

As they passed you, the other two players behind Freddie greeted you cheerfully. You didn't even know other players knew your name. Seth looked almost as amused as earlier today.

– 

By the last day of the road trip, you could no longer stand being in your room. Something about the specific shade of the wall color made your skin itch if you looked at it for too long.

It was unexpected how much you missed home. Even after just those few days in hotel rooms.

Maybe it was having to live out of a suitcase because it wasn't worth putting your things in the closet when you might be traveling to the next city that same night or the next morning. Or maybe it was the way you were constantly surrounded by the general working atmosphere.

You couldn't put your finger on it. What you could say, however, was that you couldn't wait to get home. 

Just one last game.

After dinner, you couldn't bring yourself to go back to your room. Instead, you explored the common room reserved for the team and staff.

Through the window, you could see some players playing with a ball in the backyard below. At a table in the corner, various people were playing a card game you had never heard of.

In a quiet area, you settled down with a book.

Everything was ideal for reading. It was quiet enough; the sofa was comfortable and you were wearing one of your coziest sweaters.

Still, you couldn’t concentrate on your book. Your thoughts wouldn’t calm down, leaving you feeling restless. Every few minutes you shifted in your seat.

You would have liked to fast-forward the day so that it would finally be evening, and you could go home. If it was up to you, you would have already been on a plane.

Every time someone walked past or entered the room, you unconsciously raised your eyes. And every time, you were annoyed that you had lost the line in your book again. Not that you could remember much of the story anyway. Your attention wasn't quite there.

However, it also meant you noticed when Freddie entered the room.

He stopped several times to talk to people. When he was only a few steps away from the sofas, he looked back and forth between them.

Before you could think about it too long, you slid a little to the side, as if an invitation. There was more than enough space next to you for him to sit down without you touching. However, you left the final decision to him.

You didn't have to wait long. Freddie plopped down on the couch - just a touch closer than usual, but still far enough away that you almost questioned if you were just imagining it. Not that you were complaining.

He opened the book he'd been holding under his arm.

Not exactly subtle, he kept watching you out of the corner of his eye. As soon as you lifted your head, however, he immediately averted his gaze.

Actually, you didn't want to ask. You weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer. What if it was a problem just you had. But still.

After another moment of thought you blurted: "Do you ever get tired of away games?"

"Huh?" He looked up, apparently not having anticipated such a question.

Well, there was no turning back now anyway.

"Like, traveling around all the time, being away from home so much?" you tried to explain.

His answer came easily. "Oh, absolutely. I used to hate it so much. Now it’s not as bad anymore. I mean, some days I would still be rather at but, ehn." He shrugged his shoulders.  

Only after a moment did you ask further, having the feeling he wasn't going to add anything more.

"Used to? What changed?"

"Mainly the team. Getting to know the people you spend the days with has been incredibly helpful. It feels less like a business trip and more like… Like a school trip when you were younger." For a moment he got a far-away look in his eyes as if lost in thought.

Your gaze glided across the room. ‘Business trip’ summed up pretty well how it felt to you. Even though you've had superficial conversations with a lot of people, you probably didn't know any of them nearly well enough to put them anywhere near the friends category.

But of course, you’d also noticed how many of the others were always planning activities in groups or just talking and joking over the meals.

You exhaled briefly.

Freddie watched you for a moment. He tilted his head, then continued slowly. His words seemed measured: “You know, the first road trip after my trade here was particularly hard."

You hadn't even thought about that. Your stomach tightened at the thought of how Freddie must have felt.

"Of course, at most everything is the same, but it still feels so- so unfamiliar. You don't know who's sitting next to whom on the plane. You don't know who's a good roommate and who might snore loudly or leave their things everywhere. And all these little rituals and changes that might not even exist at home games."

"But it got better?" You looked at the hands in your lap.

"It really does. The first few times the unfamiliarity, it's so exhausting. But with each more trip, it becomes more and more of a habit."

After a beat of silence, Freddie added slowly: "I don't want to lie to you. Sometimes I'd still rather stay at home. Home games are definitely more enjoyable, as far as that goes. But they're exceptions, just like everyone has bad days."

Encouragingly, he gently pressed his shoulder against yours. The brief touch turned into a long moment, somehow your whole sides touching. Your arm rested against his, your legs just a few inches away.

After a few moments, when he still hadn't slipped away again, you let yourself relax against him. Gradually you could feel Freddie’s muscles losing their tension as well.

"What about Denmark? Do you ever miss being there?" you asked into the silence between you. Freddie looked out of the window.  

"When I was younger, I missed it a lot more than I do now. I haven't lived there for so long now that I hardly know any different."

Your eyebrows drew together. You didn't know whether the statement reassured you or whether it made you want to give Freddie a long hug. Somehow it sounded so sad.

"I can still visit it regularly. And it's not as if my family would ever let me forget the language." He pointed to the book next to him.

You hadn't looked at it closely before. But now you noticed that the title consisted of large - obviously Danish - words.

"Just sometimes..." he shrugged his shoulders unsure. Then he picked up his book again with a sigh.

This effectively ended the conversation. You wanted to ask more, but the far-away look in Freddie’s eyes stopped you. Now you felt bad. Making Freddie sad hadn’t been your intention.

As if he could read your mind, he knocked his elbow against yours gently. You took a deep breath. Returning the gesture, you began reading again as well.

While your earlier worries had calmed down for the time being, now, with every breath you took, you were made aware of how close you and Freddie were sitting to each other.

You didn't want to have to get up again.

–   

The flight home was uneventful. A general tiredness hung over everyone.

You yawned again as you finally stepped outside into the cool night air.

The tiredness made you inattentive and you flinched when someone unexpectedly appeared next to you.

By now you didn't even need to look at him to recognize Freddie. Just his stature and the hint of ginger hair were enough.

He casually reached for your bag and took it from your hand.

Baffled, you almost stumbled over your feet, looking up at him.

"That's my bag."

"Yep," he said with a grin. He had slowed down to give you a chance to catch up. "At least I hope it’s yours and not some random one you just took."

You rolled your eyes. “Then what are you doing with it? Now that we've established that it is my bag."

"I'm giving you a ride." He stated casually, then started walking again.

If you hadn't been so exhausted, you would have at least tried to protest out of politeness. 

Nevertheless, you couldn't help but at least tease tiredly: "Maybe I've got another ride by now."

"Is that why you have the Uber app open?"

You looked down at the phone in your hands. Huh, you couldn't say anything against that.

Freddie became serious for a moment.  "Hey, if you really don't want to, I'm happy to just wait here with you until your Uber arrives. But the offer stands."

"You really don't have to," spoke the good manners out of you. Your parents would have been proud. Even to your ears, however, it sounded very half-hearted.

Freddie stopped. You almost ran into him. Since you managed to stop just in time, you were now standing right in front of each other instead. If you had leaned forward just a little, you would have been touching.

For a long moment, Freddie held your gaze.  "I know I don't have to. But I want to." The sincerity in his words made you swallow. For a few seconds, you stood in front of each other, looking at each other. You could have sworn Freddie's eyes flickered down your face for a moment.

But then he just cleared his throat and started walking again. You ignored the small spark of disappointment in your stomach.

You were sure that Freddie purposely made himself taller as he looked down at you and joked: "And no offense to you, but you're really not big enough to be threatening."

"Hey! I can be scary if I want to be."

"Uh-uh. Whatever you say."

You stuck your tongue out at him, even if he couldn't see it, as he opened the trunk.

For some reason, you had expected the car ride with Freddie to be awkward. Instead, comfortable silence spread between you. After you had told him your address, he navigated the car slowly through the dark streets.

You watched the streetlights pass by the windshield for a while.

"So, do you give all the poor stranded newbies a ride?" It could be taken as a simple joke. You tried to keep your voice carefully neutral. Still, the mood in the car shifted. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather more serious than before. It felt important.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just being helpful?" Freddie didn't even sound like he believed the reason himself. It wasn't a straight answer, but it wasn't an immediate deflection either. You could just accept this as the answer and move on, just, you didn’t want that anymore.

"Normally? Yes. But when you say it like that? Not really”, you still kept the tone light.

"Yeah... My sister is the only one in our family who is a good liar. As a teenager, I always envied her for that. She could outsmart our mother every time."

A small smile graced your lips at the story. You could literally see it in front of you, a young Freddie stammering as he tried to come up with a story about why he was home late.

Freddie parked the car in front of your house. He continued to look straight ahead. In the dim light, you couldn’t be sure, but you could have sworn his ears were turning red.

"I mean, it really wasn't a big deal. And you're not the worst company either."

"Such a high compliment," you grinned, "Not the worst company."

Maybe his cheeks had gained a little color too.

"But really, thank you, for the ride. It probably wasn’t on your way."

"It was nothing, really. And maybe it was also a little selfish." He said it into the quiet of the night as if it were a precious secret. He turned his head towards you and looked straight at you. There was warmth in his gaze, perhaps a spark of hope.

"I like- I like spending time with you."

You couldn't help but smile at the words. Freddie smiled back.

Very slowly, one of his hands moved towards your face, as if he was giving you time to object. You immediately leaned into the touch as he cupped your cheek.

He stroked the corner of your mouth with his thumb. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. One of your hands rested on his forearm.

"Good thing I like spending time with you too," you whispered softly.

Afterward, you couldn't remember who moved first. Freddie's face came closer towards yours. Your free hand buried itself in his shirt, the other one letting go to run through his hair.

As soon as your lips met, time seemed to stand still for a moment. You forgot all your previous thoughts. The only thing existing was the feeling of his lips pressing gently against yours.

Soon, the sweet kiss turned deeper. The angle wasn’t great, but you made it work.

When you finally broke away from each other, you didn’t move far. Your forehead rested against his, you could feel his breath against your lips.

A small giggle escaped you. Your eyes met. It made Freddie’s smile widen, before his hand slid into your neck to pull your lips to his once again.

– 

It was pure coincidence that you had packed your skates.

After a morning of unpacking deliveries and doing inventory, you were ready to just go home and curl up on your couch. Only Sarah, with whom you had shared the work, had made it more bearable. Before, you had only known her by sight. Now you couldn't remember the last time you had made friends with a colleague so fast.

She was also the first who saw the note on your locker. With a raised eyebrow, she watched as you read it. Your expression had apparently told her enough because she didn't question your decision to stay in the arena and instead said goodbye with a wink.

The note was pretty inconspicuous.

'Meet me on the ice?’

It was the thought of who the message was probably from that made your heart skip a beat.

When you stepped onto the ice this time, Freddie was already skating slow circles across the rink. You were delighted to realize that you could be faster than him in full gear and after several hours of training.

It was a moment of being inattentive – and maybe also you getting tired after a few laps – that he took advantage of. With a gentle push, cushioned on all sides by his pads, he pushed you against the glass.

With your back against the glass and his arms on either side of you, you stopped.

"Hi." You grinned up into his face. Through the mask, he grinned back just as widely.

"Hi."

"What a coincidence to see you here."

"What, were you expecting someone else, skat?" The way Freddie emphasized the last word told you he knew exactly what that would do to you. Your heart melted.

"Writing notes. Pet names. Is this becoming some high school romance novel?"

"I don't even know what you mean, elskling." You could hear the amusement in his voice. Before you had a chance to answer, Freddie had already pushed himself away.

He positioned himself in the net and leaned down. It didn't take you that long to get used to shooting again.

–

With your skates in hand and a pleasant exhaustion making your legs heavy, all you wanted to do was grab your stuff and finally head back to your apartment.  

As you turned the corner, you almost ran into someone. You only just managed to stop in time.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to still be here. Didn’t you finish several hours ago?" Tony looked down at you. In one arm he carried a pile of sticks, in the other a large folder overflowing with notes.

"But, oh wait, it's actually good that you're here."

The next words made your heart stop for a moment.

"I just need to talk to you for a minute."

When had that sentence ever been followed by something good?

You couldn't say for sure how long Tony had been standing here. Maybe he had just seen you with Freddie. Before that, you hadn't even thought about whether that was allowed. What if both you and Freddie got into trouble for it?

Or even worse. What if he found out about you and Freddie off the ice? You had only briefly skimmed the contract when you’d signed. You had been far too fascinated by this world, which was secret to every normal fan, to care about that stuff. Not that you’d even expected something like this to happen.

Now you were desperately trying to remember if there was a paragraph about whether relationships with players were allowed at all.

"I won't keep you long," Tony finally snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Brynn - that was the one who was ill. You were his replacement, I don't know if you ever heard his name." You couldn't remember it, but you'd been told so much in the first few days that you could very well have just forgotten it again.

"Anyway. Brynn will be back tomorrow," Tony's face stiffened, "So technically, we don't need any extra help anymore."

"Oh." Of all the fears that had been running through your mind, that hadn't been a scenario you’d considered. You had known from the start that it would only be a short-term job. But you’d have never expected it to be this short.

Tony smiled somberly. "I'm really sorry. I didn't think it would be so quick."

"Yeah, of course. I mean, it's great for Brynn." You weren’t lying. Obviously, it was good to hear, that he was healthy again. But at the same time, knowing you’d lose your job made your heart ache. Even in the short time, you’d grown to love it.

"Yeah," Tony nodded a little absently. He looked conflicted. "Okay, so. Technically I'm not supposed to say anything yet, but... my boss is retiring in the next few weeks. His replacement should be decided by the end of the week. We've had a few conversations and let's just say... I feel like I've got a pretty good chance of getting the role."

"That's really great for you?" you said slowly. Not that you weren't happy for Tony, but your enthusiasm was limited after you'd practically been fired just a minute before.

"That means there's a job opening to be filled." He looked at you meaningfully.

It took you a moment to finally understand. "Oooh."

"Yeah," he nodded, now with a hint of a grin on his lips. "I could put in a good word."

"Really?"

Tony nodded. You had to suppress a loud cheer.  

–

It was a strange feeling. Last away games you’d wished so desperately to be home again. This time you wished you could join. Having to sit at home and having to say goodbye to Freddie sounded almost worse.  

"I'm going to miss you for the next few days."

Freddie came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest. More than willingly, you let yourself fall against him.

He looked at you questioningly over your shoulder. "You're not coming?"

Then it seemed to come back to him too. "Oh, right."

It had taken you almost two days to tell him about the conversation with Tony. You were unsure how to. Plus, an annoying voice in the back of your head that would convince you that Freddie wouldn't care at all.

In the end, you blurted it out one afternoon. In your head, you stuck your tongue out at the nasty voice when Freddie immediately took you in his arms and asked how you were doing.

Even now, he gave you another apologetic hug.

Only one more day until the day Tony would hopefully call.  

The timer beeped. Sighing you peeled yourself from Freddie to take the tray out of the oven.

You sat it down on the counter next to the first, a lot less successful attempt.

You had wanted to do something nice for Freddie, had read up on Danish pastries the day before and after long contemplation finally saved a recipe on your phone. You didn’t know how to pronounce Brunsviger properly, but the pictures had looked great and the recipe seemed easy enough.

You still didn't know exactly where things had gone wrong. Although you had assured Freddie that he really didn't have to – and really, shouldn’t – he had tried a forkful of it anyway. As expected, it wasn’t good. Still, there was a traitorous wetness in his eyes and a long hug.

For the second attempt, Freddie hadn't left your side and guided you through it.

You left some on the counter for Jane. A silent apology for the last time you’d had Freddie over. You might have forgotten to tell her beforehand.

Or maybe, tell her about this at all. There just hadn’t been a good opportunity, especially also constantly having to think about your job.

On this day of all days Jane had come home a lot earlier than you anticipated. For a few seconds, she’d just blinked at you two sitting on the couch, you with your legs in Freddie’s lap.

Then, with a tight voice, she had asked: “Do you have a moment.” Her head nodding to the kitchen.

It had made you feel a little guilty how shocked she looked. Her first words being: “Is that Frederik Andersen in our living room?”.

Obviously, she was happy for you, after the first shock wore off.

The piece of Brunsviger was gone the next morning as you brought Freddie to the door.

"You're gonna be great," you told him goodbye.

The hug was long. Neither of you wanted to be the first to leave. In the end, it was time that drove you apart. If Freddie wanted to get to the airport on time, he had to hurry.

–   

Of course, you watched the games. The first game was great, the second one maybe even better. It was also the first time since the new job that you were actually able to give the games your full attention again. Even if you hadn't really noticed it before, you had missed it a little.

You had a good time. When Freddie had a particularly good save, you wrote him a message. You knew he would reply after the game in the flustered way he always reacted to compliments.

The phone call one evening still took you by surprise. A smile spread across your face. "Hey."

"Hej."

Before you could even reply, you heard a voice in the background.

"Hey, Freddie, what got you smiling like this?" You didn’t recognize the voice but you also didn't have to in order to understand the clearly teasing undertone.

The rustling from the line told you that Freddie must have covered the microphone for a moment. The muffled words he threw back sounded a lot like an insult. The response was laughter.

"Talking to your girlfriend?" came another voice, also obviously meant to tease.

Freddie didn’t reply. You could only imagine his facial expression.

Apparently, it was an interesting one. They probably also had expected some kind of denial.

Now there were several voices talking excitedly over each other.

"Wait what?" - "Wait are you serious?" - "Since when?"

"You can't just say that and leave! You have to-"

Then the voices in the background suddenly disappeared.

"Sorry, I just need to change rooms for a minute”, he said a little sheepishly. "They might have found out that we've been talking."

"Do you mind?" You chewed on your lower lip as you awaited the answer. Freddie didn't sound too worried, but still, probably better to ask.  

"Eh, not really" Then came the cautious question from him too: "Does it bother you?"

You took a moment to really think about it. Maybe it should have bothered you. Especially considering the fact that this was still so new with you two. Still, you couldn't find it in you to worry about it right now. You were far too happy for that.

"No. It probably had to come out somehow. Even if it was quicker than I thought. For hockey players, they're surprisingly smart."

Freddie's laughter rang out from the line. It made you miss seeing the little crinkles form around his eyes. "I'll tell them you said that”, he warned.

"Tony called today."

"Tony? From equipment?" Immediately you could hear Freddie perk up.

As if you knew another Tony.

"Uh-hu. You still have space in your car for one more person?" You let yourself fall backward onto your bed as you gave him a few moments to understand what you were saying.

A few seconds of silence and then a cautiously hopeful: "Yeah?"

"Just so I’m not almost late again, obviously." The corners of your mouth slowly began to pull into a grin.

"Really? Does that mean...?" The joy in his voice only made your grin widen.

"I'm employed. Permanently this time. Not just temporary."

Even as you heard the news from Tony himself, you could barely contain your happiness. As soon as you'd hung up, you'd jumped so loudly that even Jane had come out of the next room.

"That's fantastic!"

You couldn't even put into words how incredibly happy you were just then. The only thing that would’ve made the moment better was if you could have hugged Freddie at that moment.

–  

Before you knew it, the day of the third and final game of the road trip had arrived. As you watched the game on the side while you prepared your dinner, you had a good feeling.

The first period wasn't ideal, but it wasn't disastrous either. The second period started with a goal for the Canes. You jumped up and down enthusiastically, broccoli in hand.

After that, it was all downhill. At the end of the second 20 minutes, the Canes were already 2 goals behind. Two more goals followed. Freddie got pulled in the last 5 minutes. You could almost feel his frustration through the screen as he went down the tunnel.

At that moment, you wished you could’ve been there. How much you would’ve liked to give him a hug and tell him that everything would be okay.

You hesitated for a moment before sending a text. You definitely didn't want to annoy him. A text could never really express the comfort you wanted to give him, but it felt even worse not to write anything.

You tried not to think too much about it when you still hadn't heard back after half an hour. He was probably busy with his post-game routines. After all, they were set to travel back today and arrive late tonight. Surely, he would reply on the plane.

–  

It was pure coincidence that you were looking at your phone at that exact moment. Of course, you hadn't been checking for new messages every 5 minutes all evening. Who would do that? Definitely not you. (There were at least 6 and a half minutes on average between each time you checked your phone.)

So, it was definitely a complete coincidence that you were able to read the text the minute it flashed up on your phone.

It was just two short lines. An address.

It wasn’t even a question if you should go. Before you could even really think about it, you had already grabbed your jacket and put on your shoes.

As you closed the front door, your cell phone beeped with another message.

‘Only if you want to. Might not be in the best mood tonight.’

An obvious offer of a way out. As if you hadn't been waiting for this the whole evening. As if the thought of seeing Freddie again in just a few minutes didn't give you butterflies in your stomach. 

Your heart broke a little at how uncertain the texts sounded, as if you hadn't missed him for the last few days.

Excitement tingled in your fingers as you finally stepped into the elevator to Freddie’s apartment. It had been a short drive.

The door swung open. Freddie was standing in front of you. For a moment, you just looked at each other silently, then he literally pulled you against his chest. More than willingly, you sank into his arms.  

You buried your face in his sweater. The warmth of his body and his familiar scent enveloped you. You could’ve stayed like this forever.

Freddie pressed a gentle kiss into your hair before holding you just a little tighter.

It was the rumbling of his stomach that finally separated you. Even though Freddie was reluctant to let you go, you shooed him into the apartment. He shouldn't have to starve because of you. Who knows when he’d last eaten before the flight?

Freddie apparently understood what you wanted from him and so he led you through the entrance area into the open kitchen. There was already a pot on the stove, some kind of pasta in it. Next to it was a pan of chopped vegetables.

While he took a large wooden spoon and stirred it slowly, you jumped onto one of the counters and sat down. Given your height and the height of the counters, which were definitely adapted to Freddie, it wasn't as easy as you thought, but the twitch in the corner of Freddie's mouth made it worth the effort.

From your position, you could watch Freddie. How his movements were all a little too choppy and the tense line in his shoulders. How he put the spoon down too hard on the counter. How he didn’t raise his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault." You said quietly.

Freddie exhaled in disbelief. He didn't look up at you.

Only when you reached out a hand for him did he come closer. He propped himself up with his arms on both sides of you, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Even though you might not believe me just yet, it wasn't your fault," you repeated, hoping that your words would get through to him eventually.

One arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other you let run slowly through his hair.

"You did everything you could. It just wasn't your game. Can't win them all."

He let it pass for a moment, then took a deep breath. He turned his head. With a quick kiss against your neck, he pulled away from you.

"Thank you." He couldn't quite meet your gaze, but you still saw his words for what they were. Not just a thank you for right now, but the texts, the coming over, all the times before that.

"Nothing to thank me for," you confirmed. Freddie shook his head lovingly.

Nevertheless, he probably decided not to disagree for the moment. Instead, he took a plate from the cupboard. Silently he held it out to you, but you shook your head. You’d already eaten.

While Freddie ate, you sat beside him on the sofa. Your legs pressed together with soft music playing in the background for company.

When Freddie got up to take his plate back to the kitchen, you watched him.

Until he came back you hadn't moved from your seat, but apparently, Freddie was no longer satisfied with your previous seating arrangement. With a little shifting around, he finally settled behind you.

His legs were on either side of you, his back against the couch cushions, your back against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, drawing slow circles into your side. The other hand was intertwined with yours on your lap.

Your words were quiet. You talked about the last few days, hockey the topic you both ignored. While you told him about the cute dog you'd seen while going grocery shopping, Freddie about something funny one of his teammates had done at team breakfast.

So much more important than your conversations, however, was the fact that you were together at that moment. You enjoyed the closeness; the body heat that radiated from him and slowly made you sleepy.

Every once in a while, Freddie took turns in gently kissing your temple and your forehead. Each time you sank a little more against him.

– 

"Happy New Year," Freddie murmured. His arms around your waist pulled you closer to him.

"Happy New Year," you whispered back against his lips. With your hands on the back of his neck, you reached up for a kiss.

Even after all these years, you still weren't tired of it. Hopefully, you’d never be.

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[mp0625]

Race To The Net

Chapter one: scrimmage

Frederik Andersen x Reader x Daniel Riccardo

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A/N: Sorry about it taking so long to get the first chapter out. I can’t wait to get the second chapter out, hopefully it will be out next week. Thank you to @swissboyhisch for being a sounding board for this whole thing! First and second chapter are supposed to take place Tuesday the week of the Vegas Grand Prix

Tw: None in this chapter

“Right this way drivers, the team is already on the ice warming up for the scrimmage” says the lady that met them outside the back of the rink when they got off the bus. The atmosphere of a brand new circuit in a new city feels electric.

The 20 drivers plus the gaggle of media Team members from every team followed the lady into the labyrinth below the arena. The tunnel pops out into the lower bowl completely decked out in gold and black, and they get their first view of the ice. It hit Dan like a crash into the barriers his soulmate was in the building. 

Down on the ice the team was practicing and shooting pucks at you, it hit you like a puck to the chest protector your final soulmate was in the building.

As you are walking off the ice to allow the ice team to zamboni the ice, you could hear William up ahead of you calling you, “Y/N, your phone is ringing!” 

“I’m coming.” You said, as you started shuffling faster as quickly as you can with all of your heavy pads on. Once you got into the dressing room you could see Willi with your phone talking to someone.

“Oh, she’s here. I will give you back to her.” William said with a smile.

“Hey, Freddie! Sorry I didn’t call last night, it was a long, hard game with lots of shots on goal.” You said with a sigh.

“You’re fine, my game was long too.” He said, sounding tired. 

“Hey, I have something to tell you.” You said, as you got up and walked into the hallway to give you and Freddie some privacy. “I found our third soulmate.” You said your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Say what now?” He said in shock. “Do you know any info about them?” 

“No, all I know is that I felt it when I was practicing before the scrimmage game.” You said with a sigh.

“Ahh, do you have any ideas who?” He asked.

“Maybe? But nothing concrete.” You said with a soft sigh.

“Hey Y/N, it’s time to go back on the ice.” William said coming out of the dressing room.

“Hey, Freddie?” “I gotta go, our game is about to start, love ya.” You say with a smile.

“Love you too, have a good game, bye!” He said hanging up. 

“Y/N, are you leading us out onto the ice?” William asked.

He was wearing the same color jersey as you, he would be on your team for the scrimmage.

“Hell yeah!” You said as you pull your mask onto the top of your head. As you walk down the tunnel onto the ice. As you stepped onto the ice you could hear talking, but you could also hear the pregame music that always plays and the announcer saying his pregame rituals, instead of introducing the away team and saying where they are from, he is introducing the other half of the team that is acting as the away team. While your half is the home team. As the National anthem played you pulled your mask fully on and got into the headspace for a game. 

As the puck dropped, the players were off down the ice towards the home goalie with the golden jersey. Up in the stands the drivers could hear the goalie in the gold jersey yell, “I swear to all things 9 if you hit me with that puck I’m going to tackle you!”

“Yeah right like you would do that,Y/N.” They hear him say back tauntingly.

“Don’t try me Eichel!” They hear get yelled back from the goalie they now know as Y/N. As they see the puck get slammed into the crossbar. As the minutes ticked down and the players went back and forth from either side with no one getting a goal. 

As the final four minutes tick by the home team just narrowly got the puck into the net! “Scored by number 71 William Karlsson.” The announcer rang out. As the buzzer went off two minutes later. Signaling the end of the game and the meaning that the home team won! Down on the ice the away team shuffled off and down the tunnel, while the home team celebrated with high fives and goalie hugs.

As the drivers watched the celebrations, the lady that led them to their seats earlier spoke up, “Are y’all ready to go down and get your pads on and learn a little bit before you play?”

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[ilyasorokinn]

elias andersen goes to the winter classics , freddie andersen

note, no reason for this. just wanted to write a winter classic fic. anyways, this fic is part of the "andersen adventures" series. check out this masterlist for more. another note, elias is 3 and alma is still in the womb. pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, elias andersen experiences his first winter classic game. warnings, kids/children, pregnancy, clingy!elias word count, 1621 words

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This year's Winter Classic game was right in your backyard, so you didn't have to travel anywhere. And being 7, almost 8 months, Freddie was happy too.

Normally, he was protective of you, Elias, and Jasper, but with you being pregnant, that protective meter had gone up to 10,000.

"I can still be scratched." Freddie pointed out as he packed his bag. His parents, and practically the entire Andersen family, had flown in for the special game because the Canes had their annual father's trip and Ernst had flown in to be there for it.

They had been staying with you for the entire week, helping with Elias and giving you and Freddie time alone, which was well needed.

"Frederik, no." You shut him down, "I'll be fine. I'm not gonna be alone. We've invited everyone under the sun to be here. I'll be okay. Stop worrying." You reassured.

"I can't help it. I'm a worrier, I worry." He looked panicked as he wrapped you in a hug.

"Okay, well you can do your worrying elsewhere." You glanced at your phone and checked the time, "If you're late, you'll probably be scratched."

"Don't tempt me." He sighed, pressing a last kiss to your head before he pulled away and zipped up his bag, and set it by the door, "I'll see you later right?"

"Yeah, Eli can't wait. He's been telling everyone we meet that he's gonna skate with his papa."

"Everyone?" Freddie asked, raising a brow.

"The security guard at the mall and Eli are practically best friends." You nodded.

Freddie smiled, "I packed your car already, so everything is packed so you don't have to do anything."

"Awh, what a gentleman." You joked, wrapping your arms around his waist again, "I'll see you later."

"Later." He nodded, a look of panic still visible on his face.

"We're okay." You reassured, running a hand through his hair, something you did to Elias when he was upset which you learned early on was a trait he picked up from his father.

"I know." He nodded, practically folding in half and leaning his head down on your shoulder, "Don't want to, though." He muttered.

"Well, if you don't go to work, how else will we ever support our children?" You spoke dramatically.

He picked his head up to find you smiling, "Fine." He pulled away, "I'll see you later." He kissed your forehead before grabbing his bag by the doorway and heading towards Elias' room.

"I love you." You called after him. He stopped and turned around, hugging you again, then kissing his fingertips and pressing them to your bump.

"Love you both." He smiled. You leaned up and he met you halfway.

-

You left not long after Freddie but didn't see him for many hours. The family skate took place after the Canes practice on the ice for the first time.

He was decked out in his Andersen jersey, wearing his '31' beanie and his little hockey pads Freddie had ordered one night when he was emotional that Elias was growing.

"Look, there's papa." You pointed to the ice where Freddie was skating around with a few other teammates. All the other families were getting their skates on as well.

His parents were walking behind you, eyes wide as they took in the scene, "Papa." He wiggled, wanting to be put down.

Freddie looked up from his conversation and saw you walking over to the ice. He excused himself and skated over, "Hi, buddy." You lifted him over the barrier and handed him off to Freddie.

Elias refused to let go of your hand, so you stayed right where you were, "You excited to skate?" He nodded, a big smile on his face, "You smell like chocolate." Elias giggled as Freddie blew raspberries on his neck.

"He had some of those mini chocolate muffins in the car." You smiled as Elias tried to squirm away from Freddie's kisses.

Elias pulled away, his eyes trained on the ice where everyone else was beginning to skate, "Skate now?" He pointed.

"You want to skate?" Elias nodded, "All right, let's get your skates." Freddie fixed Elias' hat before skating to the exit and finding an empty spot on the bench.

You sat down and Freddie set him on your lap and tied Elias' skates, carefully lacing them and tightening them, but not too tight. His eyes were glued to the ice, pointing out every little thing that was happening.

"I know, wow." Your eyes widened when he pointed out a trick someone was doing on the ice.

"Skate, too?" Elias asked you.

"I don't know, bud." You pointed to your bump. He looked up at you with sad eyes, "Don't give me those eyes." You tickled his neck, causing him to giggle and try to move away from you.

"Mama probably shouldn't skate, bud," Freddie spoke up. He looked sad with that revelation, "But we'll have fun." You handed Elias off to Freddie, who carried him over to the ice.

Elias looked back at you, a frown on his face, "You'll have fun." You waved. He shook his head, reaching out for you. Freddie stopped and headed back over to you, "What's wrong, E?"

"Mama skate, too." He whined, cuddling into your neck.

You and Freddie shared a look, "What if I don't skate and just walk on the ice? Will that be better?" He pulled his head up and looked happier, "I guess that's our answer." You walked over to the entrance of the rink.

You handed Elias off to Freddie's mom, who was already on the ice and climbed onto the ice with Freddie's help. Elias skated around with his grandparents for a few laps before he began to cry and wanted to be held by you and only you.

You tried to hand him off to Freddie while you took off your jacket but Elias held onto you so tight he left imprints on you with his little nails, "All right, I won't put you down, but this won't be easy one-handed." Elias only gave you a smile, happy that you weren't putting him down.

You sighed. You walked around the ice with him, pointing out all the different things and letting him point out all the things he found interesting.

"So, he's in the clinger stage, huh?" One of the girls commented as she skated up next to you. Elias was, in fact, clinging to you like his life depended on it.

"You could say that." You chuckled, rubbing his back.

"Cherish it 'cause one day they won't be like this. All cuddly." You only smiled.

-

The next day, Freddie was out early for early practice, leaving you and Elias alone with all his family. You all hung out until it was time for the game.

You got him dressed in the outfit Freddie had meticulously crafted weeks in advance, wanting everything to be perfect. He was wearing his Andersen jersey and a Canes beanie with a pompom.

During the game, Elias' eyes, the same as his father's, were darting around everywhere. The day before, at the family skate, it wasn't hardly as electric as it was at that moment.

"Mama, look." He grabbed your arm and pointed up to something you couldn't quite see, but you played along.

"Wow, look at that." You gasped.

More than halfway through the second period, your eyes were on the ice and yet you still couldn't find the puck. You caught Freddie catching the puck and sending it down the ice to Turbo who was all the way down the ice.

Turbo shot it across to the other side to Nechas. The Caps player in front of them was trying to stop the puck but ended up tripping, giving Nechas time to shoot ot back over to Turbo, who took the shot.

You jumped up, cheering with everyone around you as the fans around you went crazy, "Did you see that, Eli?" You looked down at Elias, who looked confused, "Papa got an assist!" You cheered as the goal horn sounded.

-

After the game, Freddie was stopped before he got off the ice to do media, "Now, I think you might have set the record for how many family members you have here. How many do you have?"

Freddie chuckled, "Yeah, there's a lot. My wife and son, obviously. My parents, siblings, cousins, and my 75-year-old grandfather. pretty cool that he could make it out here. Means a lot to have them all here."

"Well, congrats to you. All the best."

"Thank you so much." Freddie nodded.

-

After the game, Elias was out. He had passed out sometime between the end of the game and media. Someone in your gigantic party had taken your car and driven everyone else home, so you waited for Freddie in his car.

You were playing soft music for Elias, so he would actually stay asleep and were startled when you heard the trunk open. You relaxed when you realized who it was.

Instead of heading to the driver's side, he made his way over to your side and opened the door. You smiled, "Did you have fun?"

"So much fun." He nodded, a smile on his face, "How's baby?"

"Baby's fine. A little hungry, but we had some fries and a sandwich."

"Good." He nodded, "And how was Eli?"

"He had fun. He was a little confused, but he had fun." You yawned, closing your eyes.

"All right, let's get you home." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Wait, we're supposed to celebrate you. You got an assist!" Freddie smiled.

"We can celebrate tomorrow." He softly shut your door and headed over to the driver's side.

-

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[hockeyblogg]

pov: sleepover fantasy w/ freddie

you’re both laying on the couch, blankets on the floor bc of your maneuvering around, fred leans down to pick up a thin sheet, draping it across you two and you cuddle into him, half asleep. freddie feels your thin panties pressing against his bulge which is hardening by the second, your breathing becomes shaky as you subconsciously start grinding against him, and eventually you feel him push his boxers down, his dick popping out and pressing into your thigh. fred grabs your panties and pulls them to the side, slowly and gently pushing deeper and deeper into your tight hole, biting his lip to stop from growling. finally reaching the hilt, balls deep, he sighs, “is that good kæreste?” your breath is soft and shaky in his ear and you grind your hips into him, pressing your face into his neck and eagerly nod. you both are too sleepy to do anything, but it’s a game of chicken that will end with stream after stream of his thick, sticky cum pouring inside and coating your walls.

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[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk

Santa Baby

Series Masterlist

A/N: You may thank @callsign-denmark for this piece, her and her dirty mind *she says lovingly* are the idea behind this 😘

Warnings: Santa, swearing, role playing, smut - oral and unprotected sex, cream pies (obvi😉) and a Santa kink. Also, not really edited so ignore the grammar

Word Count: 3800

As a kid you loved the holidays. Being half Jewish half-Christian, it was important for your parents to combine both Jewish and Christian traditions, your mom and dad’s lives into one. No tradition or belief overpowering the other. A perfect balance,

Then they passed away.  

The holidays would be hard on anybody under those circumstances but add in your grandparents didn’t value your moms’ Christian beliefs and effectively banned Christmas from your house, it always felt like something was missing. A part of you was missing. 

It wasn’t until you were in college and on your own did you have the opportunity to choose how to spend the holidays. You embraced everything you had been suppressing, you went Christmas. Big tree in the living room, lights in the window, Santa sculptures, snowmen and nutcracker in your bedroom and on every surface. You leaned into Christmas and in the process stepped out of Hanukah and your Jewish heritage. That again felt wrong.  

It took some time, but eventually you realized it felt wrong because it is wrong. Your parents blended the two, not just red and green but also blue. A Christmas tree in the corner but a menorah in the window. The stars of David were intermixed with the other décor, a few even hanging from the branches of the tree. Your parents found a way to embrace both of them and you should be doing the same. For years you found a way to blend the two and celebrate every part of you. 

Then came Fred. Christmas is his favourite holiday. Every year there was a tree he’d put up in the window, decorations on the counter and mantle, even an ugly sweater or two tucked in the closet.   

That first year when Oliver was barely a month old and all of your belongings were packed away in Toronto, you worried the apartment would feel like something was missing again. You had barely unpacked when you dragged Fred to a tree farm, you made cookies, you rummaged through his boxes and set the pillows by the door and reindeer on the side tables. You were the one leading the charge, and if you hadn’t told Fred you were part Jewish he likely would have had no idea. 

That’s why you were surprised to walk out of the bedroom one night and see a Menorah.  

You didn’t realize it then, but Fred’s love language is acts of kindness, and that small act should have been the first indicator to just how much he loved you.  

Four kids later and you have more than just a Menorah. Like your parents before, you and Fred found that perfect blend that works for your family. Some days are just about Christmas and others center around Hanukah. Today is Christmas. 

It's been two hours in line at the mall for a picture with Santa. Two hours in a slow-moving line with dozens screaming kids, some laughter and absolute chaos.

You’ve been tired, excessively tired for days now. A flu erupted in Oliver’s class, which he brought home and has slowly trickled through your family, one person at a time, most recently landing on you. That’s why with his one day off, Fred turned the baby monitors off early and wrangled the cranky boys and a barely recovered Elise from bed and let you sleep. When you woke up at almost nine there were countless dirty dishes in the sink, toys blanketing the floor and four wild children enthusiastically ambushing you the second you walked into the room.

Fred is always willing to do anything and everything for you, even if that means getting to the mall three hours later than intended solely to let you sleep. As much as you appreciate the sleep, the delay has led to a longer wait than either of you accounted for and children who are increasingly becoming more impatient.

Oliver has asked ‘how much longer’ seven times in the last twenty minutes. You were hot and clammy and took your coat off, then became cold and tired and tried to lean on Fred only for Elise to whine because you were too close to “her daddy,” – basically her newest thing to prevent Fred from showing attention to anyone but her. The twins both had meltdowns – separately of course – and after Noah’s most recent episode full of tears, screams and whining Fred and the three youngest left you in line to wander around the mall. Hopeful a change of scenery would help calm them down.

“Hey,” Fred pops up beside you, holding Elise and Noah on his hips, Lucas with his little hand tangled into a belt loop.

“Mommy,” Noah sniffles.

His usual smile and big cheeks replaced with a redness in the eyes and dried tears in the corner. Fred places a gentle kiss on his temple and passes him over to you, Noah’s head falling directly to your shoulder. 

“Hi baby,” you soothe, letting one hand rub over his back. “You want a snack?” Feeling a faint nod and an incoherent mumble you reach into the bag you packed with snacks and pull out a strawberry fruit squeeze and snap off the cap and hand one to every child.

Fred smirks slightly. He long ago knew you were prepared for just about everything, but it never ceases to amaze him how you know what to do and when to do it.

“How are you doing babe?” He gently sweeps some of your hair off to the side with a simple smile on his lips. 

“I’m okay,” you sigh as his thumb soothes over your jaw  It always surprises you how at ease Fred can make you feel. On days like today when nothing seems to be going right and you can’t find a second to yourself, the simplest action by Fred can instantly flip a switch within you. “Ready to be home, with some tea and a warm blanket.” 

“You love your blankets,” Fred smirks. The light catches his brown eye, and it swells as he leans in for a soft kiss but is interrupted by a whine coming from your impatient daughter. 

“It’s almost your turn Elise,” Fred turns to her, using a peppy voice. “Two more kid than you guys get to see Santa.” 

“Santa,” she perks slightly, and glances over to the man in red.

“Santa,” Noah points to him with his fist tightly clenching his fruit squeeze.

“Yeah,” you bounce him, eliciting a small grin. “You’re soon.” 

“Santa.” He repeats, the glimmer of hope returning to his eyes.

The next few minutes flew by. Once the kids found out they were next in line, their frustration over the situation was diminished and excitement returned. Smiles returned to their faces, every fifth word was Santa, and Lucas practically launched himself out of Fred’s arms to get there sooner.

“And have you been a good boy, Noah?” Santa asks.  

“Yes!” All four kids’ voices overlap.

Oliver stands off to the side, leaning tight to him while Elise and the twins are all crammed in on his lap, fighting for space. Your youngest still completely captivated by him, has two fingers entangled with his beard. A real beard not one of those fake ones held on by an elastic band.

“We’ve all been good!” Lucas tells him.

“Yes,” the man in red lets out a loud laugh. “I do believe so. Now what would you like for Christmas?” 

Standing off to the side, Fred wraps an arm around your shoulder and his lips linger near your ear. Finally getting the opportunity to show some affection to you as Elise is distracted.

“That smile makes it all worth it.” 

“Yeah,” you shudder at his touch. You feel a tingle deep down inside. The electricity erupting in your core is nothing new, but it being caused by something other than your husband is.

“Sure you’re okay?” Fred cranes his head to look at you, a quizzical arch on his eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” you involuntarily clench, a heavy lump caught in your throat. 

“Mommy!” Elise comes sprinting over to you. “Mommy I got a candy cane.” 

“A candy cane?”

Her coming to you is a rare occurrence when Fred is around, and you eagerly peel yourself from his embrace and welcome the enthusiastic ball of energy to your arms.

“Mhm, can I have it now?” 

“Of course.”

Putting Elise on your hip, you tug on the plastic wrapper and open the treat for her. As the three boys take off like a rocket towards you. The twins have a light in their eye and their lower lip pulled between their teeth, the indication two tiny tornados are about to hurl themselves in your direction. Fred bends down and within a second two tiny bodies are throwing their arms around his neck and bodies against his chest.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Like always, their two voices overlap.

“Yes,” he chuckles and stands up, adjusting them to be properly on his hip.

“We saw Santa!” Noah exclaims.

“Yeah? What did you tell him you want?”

“I want a dinosaur.”

“I want a dinosaur too!” Lucas adds in.

Fred turns to you with a large smile on his face. The answer was known before he even asked.

Your spare hand links into Olivers and the six of you make your way through the mall towards the food court. The kids are in a good mood, there is no way you’re risking that by waiting for lunch.

Fred can tell there is something on your mind. As you split the fries between your children and pull the pickle off Noah’s cheeseburger and put it on Lucas’s you might as well have screamed it aloud. Lucas hates pickles and Noah loves them. And when Oliver tells you about his class holiday party and the treat he signed up to bring, you barely even acknowledge him.

**

“You sure you’re okay?” 

Back in your car with all the kids busying themselves, overlapping chatter about Santa, Christmas, Fred’s hockey game tomorrow you promised to take them to, you and Fred finally have a moment to talk. That is until one of them looks at another the wrong way and a full-out war erupts in the backseat.

“I know the holidays can be tough on you,” his hand slips perfectly into yours and he reassuringly squeezes. “All the people you wish could be here.” 

“Wasn’t even thinking of them,” you quietly admit. 

“Oh, well I feel like a jackass now,” he laughs to himself. “I just assumed; you’ve been in your head a bit today.” 

“Hmm,” you shrug, eyes trained ahead. 

“Min skat,” Fred squeezes your hand firmer, drawing your attention. “Talk to me.” 

There is a moment when your eyes flick across his face, contemplation and weighing of the consequences burning bright inside. Fred has long been the person you turn to, the person that makes everything better, it shouldn’t be this hard. 

“Please elskede. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

The desperation in his words breaks your walls. He is genuinely worried over something that needn’t bring it, but the words are not easy. 

“It’s nothing bad or worrisome, I promise,” a slight smirk hits your lips.  Leaning over you press the volume button up a few times until much of the backseat chatter is drowned by Christmas music.

“Then why can’t you tell me?” His eyes dart over the console to you as the vehicle stops at a red light. 

“It was just…have you ever…I was thinking…”

“Elskede, you can tell me anything.” 

Fred quiets your ramble only to draw an outburst. “Would you ever dress like Santa?” 

The peculiar look only contorts further as he tries to understand your question. “Like on Christmas Eve or something for the kids?”

“No, I mean I guess you could then too,” you trail off and eyes drop to the floor as the rising heat under your skin becomes too much. 

“I don’t understand,” he gently massages the pad of his thumb into back of your hand. “If I’m not wearing it for the kids, who am I…” Fred is the one to trail off when you cutely smirk, letting him connect the dots on his own. “Oh.” 

Not the response you were hoping for. 

You and Fred have a fairly active sex life and are constantly communicating, what works and what doesn’t, it’s part of what makes it so great. There isn’t a lot you haven’t tried, mostly positions that look like are designed for yoga instructors, threesomes, that was something you long ago agreed was off the table and role-playing. Which is shocking because you have no problem dressing in sexy lingerie and he has no issue with the dirty talk. But if role-playing is a no for Fred, you would accept his boundary and not push it.  

“Your dad didn’t dress like Santa?”  

“My dad’s Jewish,” you chuckle. “He celebrated Christmas with my mom and I but dressing as Santa was a little too much for him.”  

“Right,” Fred nods, still processing your admission.  

“You don’t have to do it,” you laugh again.  

“Santa though? He’s old and fat.”  

“He is kind and selfless, giving toys to all the boys and girls,” you counter. 

“He has an army of slaves, probably whips them up at the north pole to get the toys done in time.” 

“If you want I’ll dress like an elf and you can whip me,” you wink.  

“I-“ Fred goes to speak but stops and his golden-brown eyes begin to flicker, almost as if he is considering the offer. It doesn’t shock you, you being bratty always turned him on. “Santa though?” he repeats. “He’s old and has grey hair.”  

“Maybe I want a glimpse of what you’ll look like as old and grey,” you lean over and place a kiss to his cheek. “Prepare myself for the future.”  

** 

In the days that passed, neither of you brought it up. Most days you’re trying to wrangle your children that never seemed to have an off switch, trying to give Elise a bath while the twins wrestle in the living room and Oliver complains because his brothers are encroaching his space.

Fred was in and out of the house with road games and team events, but he did what he could to help. Whether ordering you dinner or sending flowers when he couldn’t be there, soft kisses in your hairline and lingering touches to the small of your back. He always was your rock even when you didn’t know you needed him to be.

You assumed Fred was either considering the idea or wasn’t on board, either way you weren’t going to bring it up and pressure him further. He’d talk when ready. That’s why late one night when the kids are finally asleep and the living room was an absolute disaster you were a bit surprised to find Fred in a bright red suit, bells and all.

“Santa,” you muse, rounding the corner. “Christmas isn’t for five days.” 

“I had to make an early visit,” Fred strokes his beard, struggling to keep a firm face. 

The red velvet pops against his fair skin, and while clothes are normally tight on him, muscles and curves being carved out like stone, in many places he is smaller than the man who typically wears it – the stomach especially being loose. And while you are impartial to the tight attire, something about the bright red colour and floppy hat does something to you. 

“Oh,” you play coy. Slowly meandering your way around the island, the palm of your hand drags across the counter. “And why’s that?” 

“Why you’re on the naughty list,” he replicates a deep voice, similar to that of a Christmas Santa. 

“Can’t have that,” you stop a few inches from him and peer up at him through beady lashes, a dampness pooling in your core. 

“Well not if you want presents.”  He tries to keep his composure but you can hear the shake that follows a deep breath.

“I think you have a very special present for me.” You grin when his cheeks flare up brighter than his suit. “A very large present.” 

“Only good girls get presents,” Fred bites at his lower lip. 

“So, tell me Santa, what can I do to get off the naughty list?” You bat your eyelashes sweetly, massaging his growing cock over the red velvet pants.  

Fred’s lips are hot on your neck, the white Santa beard dropping between the cut of your shirt – tickling both of your breasts. His body cages you, slowly walking you backward until the stone of the counter juts into your back. Even as you loudly gasp your hand doesn’t waver, stroking and massaging him further until you feel his fully hardened member pressing back at you. 

“Turn around,” Fred growls. 

Doing as your told you spin around and within a second you feel the white fluff at the end of his sleeves roughly rubbing along your hips as he presses your leggings down until they bunch below your knees. White knuckling the counter to prepare yourself for his entrance, you are surprised when his damp lips kiss your heat. As shock quickly erupts into pleasure, you squeal as he forcefully grips your thighs and spreads you apart, your glistening pussy on display for him. 

After a few kitten licks, just enough to let you know what’s coming, his nails anchor into your warm skin. He pins your writhing body in place and slips his tongue in deep, letting his nose nudge between your cheeks. He always felt good, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it, but this angle coupled the pressure is all very new, but quickly has you rendered incapacitated. 

If it wasn’t for Fred’s hands holding you up you’d surely fall over. His virtuoso tongue has you bent roughly over the counter, moaning louder and louder as his nose furthers itself in, nudging the rim of your hole. Every part of you is hot, brimming with need. 

It doesn’t take long. His lips sucking at your pussy lips, stroking you closer and closer until it’s inevitable. Your husbands tongue moves perfectly against your engorged pussy, throwing you over a cliff and into heaven.

There is a low groan from below as your warm release coats his tongue, fingers anchoring in, inevitably leaving marks. Your body spasms and clenches above him, his face wearing you like a hat. 

Before you have taken a breath, Fred is on his feet, whipping you around. The white that would normally coat his auburn beard is lost in the stringy Santa beard dangling from his chin, but the dark, blackened ring around his eyes is undeniable. 

“Mrs. Claus is one very lucky lady,” you breathe out as he adjusts the beard to the correct position. 

“Mrs. Claus is on the nice list.” 

He begins tugging at the jacket buttons, slowly revealing his hard bare chest underneath. When the final button is released he begins to shake the oversized jacket off when you quickly grab the white faux fur that lines it. 

“Jacket stays on,” you tell him. 

“Don’t think naughty girls are in a place for demands,” he states bluntly but leaves the jacket on. 

His tone shuts you up, but not for long, two of his fingers dip down and enter you. His other hand grabs at yours and directs them to his leather belt, and you fumble to release it. But the second you do and the fabric drops below his swollen cock you are on the counter. 

You hold your breath as he enters you. Even though he has never been able to keep his dick out of you, you never grew accustomed to the stretch that came with him. Most nights Fred gives you a second to adjust, tonight is not one of those nights. 

The second he is buried to the hilt your legs wrap around his hips, the soft velvet a welcome contrast to rough calloused hands pulling you back onto his girth. Fred is hungry, hitting the spot that drives you wild, and hitting it hard. 

“Such a naughty girl,” his previously cheerful Santa voice replaced with heavy gravel. 

Under the loose fabric of your tee, your breasts bounce with every thrust. Your hand reaches out and grabs at the white wig, dragging him closer until there is nothing left between your bodies. You separate for a second and release a breathy gasp when one of his hands snakes between you, finding your clit and pressing rhythmic circle.

As amazing as that is you need him, his lips. You quickly tug against his wig and he takes the hint, bringing you in for a searing kiss, kissing so hard you can’t breathe. 

With his cock sliding in and out, you writhe against him, gasping and moaning with every thrust. You can feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your stomach tightening with every stroke of your g-spot. 

“Santa,” you mewl desperately. 

“Hmm,” he doesn’t let up.

“Santa…I’m…I’m…” words are dying on your lips and stars are flooding your vision until it’s mostly black. 

“You gonna cum?” He patronizingly grunts, shunting you further onto the counter with a powerful thrust. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” 

“Yeee…eess,” you squeal, the sensation only growing. 

It only takes a few more thrusts of his perfectly placed cock against your g-spot for you to come undone. Something splinters. The pent-up coil in your stomach springs apart along with your grip on reality. Hot release drips around his cock that continues to drive inside you. 

“Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?” He hums when you manage a faint nod. “Such a good girl,” Fred’s harmonious tongue is hot on your neck, millimeters from your earlobe. He is becoming sporadic, stuttering and grunting while he struggles to keep it together. “Good girls take it all, every fucking drop.” 

“I want your cum Santa.” He breaks character for a second and you feel his lips curl upward against you. 

With a deep howl, he quickly responds and spills hot and wet inside your cunt. Following a few shallow thrusts Fred stops and pulls away. The hat on his head is barely there, a few more thrusts and it would have fallen off. The beard is no longer in place, dangling loosely around his neck and a mixture of sticky white contrasting the red pants. 

“So,” you lean back on your palms, bliss painted on your face. “Am I on the nice list yet?” 

Fred chuckles, a large smile pressed on his face. “It was certainly a start, but you still have some work to do.” 

“Well,” you reach up and tug on his hat, putting it back in place. “Why don’t you come upstairs, and we’ll see if I can change that.” 

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Ronan (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Death, grief, mentions of cancer (this one's sad), mother!reader

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

All was quiet in the closet as you and Freddie got out of your black drab. Freddie hung his blazer on the rack before his tie, dress shirt, and dress pants followed; he put on a pair of pajamas before sulking off into James', your six-year-old, bedroom. He was going to help James get out of his mini-suit. Your eyes followed Freddie as he walked out of the closet as you unzipped your black dress and hung it on the rack.

You wanted to cry, but after crying for the past week and at the funeral today, your body was dry of any water. You could feel a headache from dehydration starting.

After putting on your pajamas, you make your way to the living room where James and Freddie are sitting on the couch. They're not talking; James is resting on Freddie's chest. He seems to know exactly what Freddie needs.

"Hey, Momma," James says, ears perking up as he heard your footsteps.

You smile. "Hey, sweetheart."

As you sit on the couch next to Freddie, James climbs onto your lap. He wraps his arms around your neck and holds himself close against you.

"Are we allowed to talk about him?" James asks, eyes wide. "Him" being your four-year-old, Thomas. After a three-year battle with cancer, Thomas died last week.

"Of course, we can talk about him," you answer, knowing that talking about Thomas is the only way to keep his memory alive.

"I wanted to ask because you and Daddy cried a lot today," James continues.

"It's okay to cry," you reassure. "You're allowed to miss him, cry about him, and wish he were still here to play with you. If you ever feel sad, you can always talk to Daddy or me. We want to talk about Thomas. It might hurt right now, but it'll get better."

James nods and nuzzles further into your chest. Freddie slides close to you and wraps his arms around you. Thomas was the best four years of his life. It was going to be tough moving forward, but you know that you'll get through it.

"Momma?" James asks. You perk your head towards him, and he continues. "Can I be a shark for Halloween? Thomas wanted to be a shark, so I thought I should be a shark, too."

"Maybe we can all be sharks this year," Freddie suggests.

"For Thomas," James says.

"For Thomas," you echo. Somehow, you know that it'll be okay.

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing (requests are open!)

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