#freddie andersen

[dontknowhockey]

Okay but the Canes better open mouth kiss Freddie after this game tonight

[cardiaccanesblog]

FREDDIE FREDDIE FREDDIE

https://x.com/canes/status/1777358725902172327?s=46

[jeffskinnerswh0re]

i can’t say what i really want to say

[cellythefloshie]

;; Nu är det jul igen written for @mp0625 the hockey girlies fic exchange

Summary: You spend your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie Andersen. Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: It's a miracle that I was able to get enough time to get this one done! I was worried I was going to run out of time! Thank you Mara or taking the time to coordinate the exchange! It was a pleasure writing for you this year. Happy Holidays to all, I hope enjoy!

The scent in the air could only really be defined as the holidays. It was a whimsical mixture of sugar cookies, pine needles, and the simmering pot of citrus and cinnamon that you had on the stove. It was just like how it smelt back home at Christmas every year, but this year, you weren't at home with your family. This year, you were spending Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie. 

With the tight schedule, the National Hockey League kept, the holiday season could be lonely for some. Not every man on the roster had their family living in Carolina with them or could make one quick drive or flight out of state to see them for the few short days they had off. Freddie couldn’t fly home to Denmark. The 20+ hours of travel time made the trip unjustifiable. He would have to spend most of it in the air, losing precious time with his loved ones alone on a flight. And no one deserved to spend the holiday season alone. 

That was why, the moment you found out he was remaining state-side for the holidays, you canceled all of your plans. 

Your mother was more than understanding, although your father was wary as to why you didn’t just bring him home for the holidays. And you had half the mind to ask, but your relationship with Freddie was, well, in your mind, still new. The two of you had been together just over a year, but with his busy schedule, you found yourself apart more often than not. And while you were head over heels for him, and couldn’t wait to introduce him to your family, the last thing you wanted was to rush things. 

With little protest, home for the holidays became spending Christmas Eve in Freddie’s apartment. It didn’t have the same novelties of home, but the two of you had spent the day getting into the Christmas spirit. You had put on the simmering pot in the morning, letting its smell relax you as you decorated the apartment and put up a small artificial tree in the corner, complete with lights and ornaments. Then, the two of you made cookies together, and come sunset, the two of you snacked on a charcuterie board of cheeses, nuts, meat, and fruit while bingeing some of your favorite holiday movies. 

It was the last chance the two of you had to relax, because come Christmas Day, you would be conquering cooking Christmas dinner for yourselves for the first time. Which you didn’t even want to think about until morning. The giant turkey was all too intimidating for you as you sipped a glass of wine and watched the credits roll. A single hand fell to the remote, your thumb pressing the series of buttons to close the current movie and fall back into the holiday movie catalog on Netflix. Beside you, the couch shifted, Freddie getting up from his place beside you. And you didn't think much of it. Maybe he had to use the washroom or wanted to refill the bowl with some of the caramel popcorn you had made for your movie night. 

Freddie didn’t return with a bowl. No, in his hands he had a large box. It wasn’t something that came in the mail, none of those big brown packing boxes. It was nicely wrapped in bright red paper with a bow so large it spilled off the top of the box and hung down the sides. 

“I was going to wait until morning, but,” he started, his words perking you up with interest. 

If you didn’t have to wait, you weren’t going to say no. 

Opening your arms, you let Freddie settle the box in your lap. The sheer size of it left your heart racing. It wasn’t all that heavy, which gave you no clear indication of what may be inside. You hadn’t asked for anything too grand, either. Which made you all the more eager to open it. 

Fingers lipped the bow from the box, the sticker holding the ribbon to the box leaving a colorless mark behind where the adhesive tore away the color. Then, you tore at the wrapping, leaving it in large rips at your sides, removing just enough to open the box and see what was inside. 

The first thing you saw was a bouquet of daisies. Which made you smile. They were fresh, or as fresh as you could get them in the winter. Freddie must have just put the finishing touches on your gift before giving it to you. 

“These are gorgeous,” you smiled up at him. The two of you loved daisies. They reminded him of home, and it had quickly become one of your favorites because of it. 

“There’s more,” Freddie insisted, and you handed off the flowers to keep digging for more. Beneath the daisies was white green and red tissue paper and among it a series of other gifts. Your hands went to a smaller box fist. Inside, two crystal swans from Swarovski. Your eyes went wide as they rose to meet Freddie’s. 

He smiled and nodded toward the box. There was more. 

Then, unwrapped, a large bottle of akvavit and two glasses. And finally, an envelope. But as you reached for it, Freddie reached in with his goalie-fast reflexes and took it into his hold. 

“Hey!” you shouted playfully. 

“You will get it. But first, we drink. It’s tradition,” he explained with a grin, his hand wrapping around the bottle while he tucked the envelope beneath his thick thigh. 

The bottle opened with a satisfying sound, and he filled each glass halfway. Together, you raised your glasses, and each took one large gulp of the liquor that burned as it traveled down your throat. It was only when your face contorted from the burn of the alcohol that Freddie offered you the envelope again. 

Placing your drink down on the coffee table, you reached out and pinched the envelope between your fingers carefully. Whatever it was, he was just as excited for you to open it as you were to receive it. The gifts you already opened were just the precursor. In this envelope was the grand finale of gifts. 

It’s a beautiful card, with a snowscape. Green pine trees, and snow a glitter that left traces behind on your skin. But it was what was in the card that mattered, and they fell right into your lap as you opened the card. 

Two plane tickets to Denmark. 

You stared at them, your eyes wide and your jaw slacked. You weren’t expecting that, and he could see it all over your face. A laugh rumbled through him, and you could feel it as his hands found your hips to draw you into his lap. “I want you to come home with me when the season is done. Meet my family.”

A heavy breath shook you, his gaze raising to meet his warm stare. You had been on the same page the entire time but had always been too worried to ask. But he was telling you now. The two of you were serious. He wanted you to meet his family, and he could meet yours. It left you beaming, your smile reaching your eyes as you gave him an eager nod. Of course, you would go, and you sealed the agreement with a warm, simple kiss with both of his hands, cradling each of your cheeks as he drew you in. And as he held you there, he pulled back ever so slightly and muttered out a soft, Merry Christmas. 

[holidaywishes]

Okay… but are you sure he’s not actually a model and the canes insta is not just his portfolio?

[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!

︎ ︎ ︎⠀¡   🎀 ׄ 𓄼⠀⠀.⠀⠀︎ ︎ ︎⠀¡   🎀 ׄ 𓄼⠀⠀.⠀⠀

“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?”

[misshoneyimhome]

Better In Time - The Fourth Time I Frederik Andersen 🌺

Requested? sort of / No

Summary; It's been seven years since your last visit to Freddie in Toronto. However, now, with this unexpected encounter in your hometown during the off-season, the course of both your lives could be on the verge of a significant shift.

Author's notes; A few weeks ago, a kind anon sweetly reminded me that I never continued this Freddie series 🌺 Truth be told, I've been itching to write this chapter for a while now, since in fact, this was the entire premise behind the story! 🙈 And finally, it's here 🤍 (and yes, there's a next chapter...)

No warnings;

Word counts; 2.7K

Better in Time - [Prologue;] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

・✶ ｡ﾟ

July 2023

The memories of that summer in Toronto stuck with you, a mix of sweet and bitter, reminding you of the connection you once had with Freddie. You'd jetted across the sea to see him, excited to catch up and experience his new Canadian life.

But as time passed, and Freddie's whirlwind rise in the NHL took over, you felt a sense of change looming. Despite efforts to keep in touch through messages and the odd call, Freddie's budding fame and your own career back in Copenhagen pulled you apart. With each month, your conversations became fewer and farther between, fading into faint reminders of your once-strong friendship.

And though you missed Freddie deeply, you hesitated to intrude on his newfound success. He was finally getting the recognition he deserved, and you didn't want to disrupt his momentum.

So, as you settled into life in Copenhagen, throwing yourself into work and embracing the city's culture, Freddie's presence drifted further away. What was once regular communication dwindled to occasional glimpses on social media. Amidst the responsibilities of adulthood, your bond slowly faded into sporadic likes and comments.

It had been seven years since you’d last stood face to face with Freddie at Toronto Pearson Airport. Yet, as you casually turned around to head to the register, his fiery red hair was unmistakable. His imposing figure stood out among the customers nearby, and when he suddenly looked your way, his gentle smile warmed you inside. Despite the years apart, seeing him still sparked a sense of familiarity deep within you. And as you wandered through the grocery store aisles in Herning, lost in your thoughts, encountering him wasn't exactly what you had expected on a random summer afternoon.

But there he was, just a few meters away, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of surprise and recognition. You froze in place, feeling the tension in the air as you locked eyes with Freddie. Time seemed to slow down as you took in the sight of him, memories flooding back in a rush.

Your heart skipped a beat as his lips curved into a soft smile, breaking the heavy silence between you. It was a tentative gesture, acknowledging the years that had passed and the distance that had grown. Yet, underneath it all, there was a spark of something familiar, a connection refusing to fade despite time.

With a gasp, you found your voice, a faint tremor betraying the emotions swirling within you. "Freddie," you whispered, the sound barely audible over the bustling noise of the grocery store.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he took several steps closer, slowly closing the distance between you. "Hey, y/n," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with warmth.

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you both stood there, caught in a moment frozen in time. For a heartbeat, it felt like the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you connected by the invisible bonds of shared history and unspoken sentiments.

"Hey Freddie, didn’t expect to bump into you here like this," you responded, managing a friendly smile despite the nervous knot tightening in your stomach. Holding onto the handle of your basket a little tighter, you couldn't shake off the slight unease that washed over you at the unexpected reunion.

But Freddie simply chuckled at your teasing remark, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could navigate this encounter without revealing the truth that had been weighing on you for years.

"Yeah, it's the off-season, so I thought I'd better spend some time with my folks," he replied with a wry grin, his relaxed manner easing some of your nerves.

However, the brief moment of silence was broken by the sweet sound of a child's voice, bringing you both back to reality. "Mum, can we have pancakes for dinner?" The young boy bounded into your embrace; his wide smile infectious as he looked up at you eagerly.

Chuckling softly, you affectionately ruffled his strawberry blonde hair. "You really want pancakes for dinner? But Grandpa's firing up the grill, so you can have all the spareribs you want," you teased, returning his smile with one of your own.

"I love spareribs!" he exclaimed excitedly; his enthusiasm contagious.

"I know you do, love," you replied, a tender warmth spreading through your chest as you gently stroked his hair, pulling him in closer for a hug.

And as your son then turned his eyes to Freddie, a puzzled expression crossed the goaltender's face, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Mum?" he inquired softly, his gaze shifting between you and the young boy.

With a nod, you confirmed his unspoken question, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, a lot has happened in the past few years," you murmured, the weight of your secret hanging heavy in the air between you.

"Oh wow… that’s – well… congratulations," Freddie responded, his attempt at a smile tinged with a hint of confusion and a genuine sense of happiness for you. The unexpected revelation left him feeling a little off balance, but he pushed aside his own emotions to focus on your news.

"Thanks…" you replied, the weight of the unspoken truth still lingering between you.

“Mum, who is this?” your son piped up with a question, diverting the conversation. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you answered, "Oh sweetheart, this is Freddie, one of Mum’s good childhood friends," you explained, gesturing towards Freddie with a fond smile. "Freddie, this is my son, Henry."

Freddie's gaze softened as he looked down at Henry, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight of the young boy. "Hey there, Henry," he greeted warmly, extending a hand towards the curious child. "It's nice to meet you."

Fortunately, the tension that had gripped the air began to loosen its hold, like a knot slowly unravelling. Freddie's introduction to Henry brought a warm glow to the atmosphere, softening the edges of uncertainty that had lingered between you.

And as a few more minutes slipped by, it seemed as though the awkwardness was fading, replaced by a tentative sense of ease. Yet, just as you were about to bid Freddie farewell and continue with your day, he halted you with a question that tumbled from his lips before he had even fully formed it.

"How about dinner tonight?” His words hung in the air, carrying with them a mix of spontaneity and curiosity. “I mean, what are the chances to run into each other like this..."

The unexpected proposition caught you off guard, your mind racing to find a response. "Oh, uhm… sorry Freddie, but we've sort of got plans…" you stammered softly, the words tumbling out. Despite the relief that washed over you at the thought of escaping the situation, a pang of disappointment also tugged at your heart.

Freddie's expression flickered briefly, a shadow passing over his features before he offered a resigned nod. "Right… the spareribs, yeah, sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

Then another brief moment of silence stretched between you, until Henry's sweet voice broke the silence.

"Why don't you just come and eat with us?" His suggestion was simple yet sincere, his green eyes bright with excitement as he looked up at the goaltender, oblivious to the complexities of the situation. The unexpected invitation from Henry caught both you and Freddie off guard, momentarily breaking the tension that lingered between you.

Freddie's brows furrowed in surprise as he glanced between you and Henry, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, uh, I wouldn't want to intrude," he replied, his tone hesitant yet touched by the genuine warmth of the offer.

But before you could interject, Henry's eager voice filled the air once more. "Please, Freddie! It would be so much fun to have you join us," he spoke oh so sweetly and polite, his eyes wide with excitement.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to maintain the boundaries you had carefully set and the longing for a sense of familiarity and connection that Freddie's presence offered.

And sensing your indecision, Freddie offered a tentative smile. "Only if it's not too much trouble, I'd love to join you for dinner," he said, his voice soft yet earnest.

Then with a sigh, you relented, the weight of your secret momentarily forgotten in the face of Henry's innocent enthusiasm. "Alright then, dinner it is," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you glanced at Freddie.

**

"Why… why did I invite him for dinner?" you remarked rhetorically, a note of frustration creeping into your voice as you set the table outside, your father by your side at his house.

“Well, technically it was Henry who invited Freddie for dinner,” your father chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he turned the ribs on the grill.

"It’s not funny, paps…" you trailed off, your mind still grappling with the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by Freddie's unexpected appearance.

“Oh, come on y/n… you and Freddie have been close friends ever since you were children – it’s only natural for you to want to spend some time with each other since you’re both finally at the same place at the same time,” your father offered, his voice filled with gentle encouragement as he turned to face you with a reassuring smile.

You shook your head, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you met his gaze with a troubled expression. "You know that’s not what I’m talking about…" you replied softly.

Despite the understanding look in your father's eyes, he faced you with arms crossed and a sigh. “Maybe this is a sign that you need to tell him…” His words hung in the air, a gentle yet firm reminder of the truth you had been avoiding for far too long.

“I don’t know… isn’t it weird now that it’s been so long?” you furrowed your brows, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

“And whose fault is that?” your father cocked a brow.

“Well, it’s kind of Tom’s since he’s the one who convinced me I might risk ruining Freddie’s career by telling him, because we all know he’d be a stand-up guy, torn between choosing his career and the responsibilities of… an accident…” you explained, words blurring out and frustration lacing your tone.

“Hey, don’t call my only grandson an accident… just because the two of you were irresponsible…” your father mocked playfully, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“You know what I mean, Dad… besides, this was my choice, not Freddie’s…” you sighed, the weight of your decisions weighing heavily on your shoulders.

“Well, maybe you should just tell him anyway… y/n/n, he deserves to know, and it’s not like you expect anything from him…” your father replied with a comforting expression.

But before you could respond to your father's advice, Henry's enthusiastic voice cut through the air as he darted from the living room to the hallway, eager to greet your guest, ringing the doorbell.

"I’ll get it!" Henry shouted; his excitement palpable as he welcomed Freddie into his grandfather's home with open arms.

And as always, Freddie was the epitome of kindness and thoughtfulness. Flashing a wide smile, he presented you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a six-pack of your father's preferred summer beers.

"It’s good to see you again, Freddie," your dad greeted him warmly, pulling him into a masculine hug.

It wasn't a secret that your father had always held a special fondness for Freddie. Despite the age difference and the fact that he saw Freddie more as a son figure than a potential romantic interest for you, he had been nothing but supportive when you had confided in him about Henry's true father.

And as you all then settled in for a lovely summer night dinner, the conversation flowed effortlessly, buoyed by laughter and shared memories. Henry, in particular, couldn't contain his excitement, regaling Freddie with tales of his Ninjago LEGO collection and his dreams of one day becoming a pro hockey player, just like his idol.

"So, what position are you playing?" Freddie asked with a playful smile, genuinely interested in fostering Henry's love for the sport.

"Right now, we don’t really have positions… I mean, I’m sort of great at scoring goals… but I also really want to become a goalie one day," Henry explained with a sweet smile, his eyes shining with determination. “But Grandpa sort of doesn’t want me to be that right now.”

Freddie chuckled warmly, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, don’t worry, my parents told me the same! How old are you, Henry?"

"I’m six!" Henry exclaimed proudly, holding up six fingers to illustrate his point.

"Well, then you still have some years before you have to choose your final position," Freddie reassured him, his tone gentle and encouraging. "And who knows, maybe I can help convince these two here," he added with a wink, gesturing towards you and your father.

Henry's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "That would be awesome, Freddie!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious as he eagerly awaited what the future might hold. "Mum! Can I show Freddie my hockey cards?" he exclaimed; his enthusiasm infectious as he bounced in his seat.

Despite the tiny gulp in your throat, sensing Freddie was slowly catching on, you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at Henry's eagerness. "Of course, sweetheart," you replied with a nod, your heart heavy with the weight of the truth you were about to reveal.

Swiftly, Henry jumped out of his chair and dashed to his room to retrieve his small collection of NHL hockey cards. Meanwhile, Freddie couldn’t contain his smile either, simply admiring the little boy you’d created and raised with such love and care.

"He’s a sweet boy," Freddie remarked, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he turned to you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

You returned his smile with a nod and a soft gaze. But as the conversation took a more serious turn, the smile faded from your lips, replaced by a sense of apprehension.

"No dad in the picture?" Freddie carefully inquired; his tone gentle yet probing.

Your heart clenched at the question, knowing that the time had come to finally reveal the truth that had been weighing on you for years. Letting out a deep sigh, you tried to gather your thoughts, your mind racing as you struggled to find the right words.

“I think I’ll go and help Henry,” your father announced gently, sensing the need for privacy between you and your old friend.

Alone with Freddie, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. “Um… Freddie… I, um…” you began, your words faltering as you fumbled with your hands, the weight of the truth pressing down on you.

But before you could continue, Freddie's puzzled expression interrupted you. His brows furrowed in confusion as the pieces slowly began to fall into place. “Wait… he’s six?” he asked, his smile fading as realisation dawned upon him.

With a heavy heart, you nodded silently, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… he was born in May, 2017… After… I was in Toronto… visiting you.”

Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely as Freddie processed the weight of your revelation, his expression unreadable as he grappled with the magnitude of what you had just disclosed. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited anxiously for his response.

Breaking the thick silence, Freddie finally spoke, his voice quiet yet filled with emotion. “So, that means…” he trailed off, his words heavy with unspoken implications.

You met his gaze with a gentle nod, your own emotions swirling as you confirmed what he had hinted at. “Yes… Freddie, he’s your son…” you admitted softly.

It was a moment of both relief and apprehension as you finally revealed the secret you had been holding onto for so long. Yet, Freddie's reaction was difficult to decipher, his expression a mask of conflicting emotions that left you on edge.

And as you sat across from each other, the reality of your shared past settling between you, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

But before the tension could stretch any further, Henry's excited voice broke through the silence once more, drawing your attention away from the weighty conversation at hand. “Look, Freddie, Look!” he exclaimed, his eyes bright with excitement as he proudly displayed his beloved hockey cards.

[tanevcolton28]

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[harlowhockeystick]

18+ under the cut teehee. for you anon <3

freddie is insatiable. he's on another level when he gets like this, almost like a different man. his eyes get a little bit darker, grip is a little tighter, breaths are deeper. his thrusts get a little harder.

you both agreed to start trying for children recently, after been together for some time and getting to do all of the married couple things together that you wanted, traveling and making memories just the two of you; it was time that you add a third into the mix. and freddie was all over the idea. you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was pouncing on you.

he wanted everything to be just right and special, not just another night in bed. he took you out to dinner for your last real date night before things get crazy with hockey season, pre season camps, and getting back into proper training. he wanted to make sure that you were getting what you needed before his attention had to be elsewhere for a season.

right as soon as you walked in the front door is when it all started. locking the door he came up behind you and picked you up taking you straight upstairs to where he would begin to ravish, love, and adorn you for however long he decided.

he undressed you then undressed himself. it was like he re-learned your body each time; every time he made love he found all of his favorite places on your body each time again as if he had forgotten them from the time before. learning once again how and what makes you tug on his hair and squeeze your thighs around his head as he laps everything up into his mouth that trickles out of you.

he loves mouthing and eating at your core. if he had the time and the stamina, he would do it all day. he loves the way you taste, and if he thinks about it during the middle of the day sometimes he still can taste you and it'll distract his thoughts. that just means that when he gets home he'll have to kneel down in front of you and hook your legs over his shoulder once again to satisfy his day long thoughts.

he treasures the way your walls enclose on his hard cock right as he slides in all the way. how once he's in there's no escaping, there's no pulling out until he knows that you are one hundred percent satisfied.

he always starts off slow, allowing your body to get used to his once again. letting your body remember what it feels like to be loved by him in the truest form. freddie tucks his head into the crook of your neck, daring to leave love bites there on your tender skin.

he molds his hands with yours, stretching out both of your arms together above your head his thrusts get deeper and faster, and all you can do in response is tighten your legs and moan into his ear praises about how good he is making you feel. he loves to make you moan. he loves to make you wrap your legs around his body.

it lets him know that he is in control of your pleasure- he is the one making you feel good and nothing else can. nothing but his raw sex can make you moan like that.

at this point he's made you cum more than twice and he can feel you climaxing to a third one and by this point, he's ready to spill inside you. normally he cums into a condom but this time he gets to let it spill inside of you and let mother nature do her thing.

he's panting, one hand grasping onto your body so tightly you know he's gonna leave a hand shaped bruise in the morning, and the other is still holding your hand. your free hand is raking down his back surely drawing just the tiniest amount of blood. freddie always thinks that's hot.

as soon as he cums deep inside of you he lets the air out of his lungs with a sigh. he doesn't pull out just yet, afraid to waste any. he logically knows that the chances of getting pregnant on the first try are slim to none, but still, he can't waste his hard work can he?

rising up, cock still inside of you, you can see his sweaty chest and how some strands of hair were sticking to his forehead. he leans down to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek. slowly he pulls his cock out of you and with two fingers pushes back in what came out making you gasp.

he kisses a trail up your body then up toward your lips again. freddie pulls away, "we'll do round two in a little bit, just wanna love on you for now," and you know full well it doesn't take long for freddie to get hard again.

[mp0625]

Elsker

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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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[jeffskinnerswh0re]

what a fantastic game back for freddie <333

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Simon Sez

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[misshoneyimhome]

So proud of you, Freddie! ❤️🤍