#freddie andersen fic

[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?”

[leafs-lover]

y/n and Freddie in btpdg is one of my favorite couples to ready about. have you thought of doing a blurb or something where Freddie comes home from a roadie and wakes y/n up in a ✨spicy✨ way? like, maybe when ollie was a baby because sleep is precious when they have 4 little monsters.

Series Masterlist

This is set before YN and Fred have had conversations about getting together but it’s painfully obvious they both want it so like figure it out already? You also don’t have to have read the entire fic to make sense of it, this is a stand alone piece

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering and p in v), a slight dominance link, I didn’t proofread or edit so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes keep them to yourself

Fred’s least favourite thing was leaving.

Ollie learned what the duffle bag meant and would whine every time he saw it, you of course knew what it meant and would also whine about it. Only difference was he could reason with you. He’d always promise you a date once he returned and you’d always prop yourself on your tippy toes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down, growling “why wait?”

Oliver was walking and talking, a handful with every step, leave him alone for more than a minute and every toy was thrown across the living room, or he would have the pantry open tossing boxes onto the floor. He kept you on your toes and you both felt uneasy leaving him even if only for a few minutes. So you would wait, but that doesn’t mean you’d make it easy on him. You would constantly send pictures, snapchats, answering his FaceTimes while wearing practically nothing. You knew exactly what you were doing and it drove him crazy.

Typically the Pens would fly the team back early in the morning after a road trip and since giving Fred a key you tended to wake up and find the living room full of laughter, Oliver wearing only a diaper as he terrorized the couch cushions.

This particular road trip ended in Philly and it was a very quick flight home. The team ventured back to Pittsburgh after the game and Fred set out for your apartment. He made good time, it was near midnight and the roads were empty.

Not a single light was on, not even the blue glow from a TV to alert him to your presence. It’s quiet, but not an eery quiet, it’s peaceful.

Fred drops his bag by the door and sets his keys in the bowl. His jacket is left on the rack and he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he walks down the dark hallway. He stops at Oliver’s room and half expects the crib to be empty meaning a night with a sprawling toddler who kicks him seventeen times in the ribcage, but as the light from the hall filters in Fred catches a glimpse of the red locks on his tiny body. Like every night he spends with Oliver, Fred walks over to the side of the crib and takes a second to just watch his son. There is something about watching a baby sleep perfectly and peacefully that makes his heart swell - he doesn’t know how he went this long without it. He gently whispers goodnight and places a kiss to his cheek, then leaves the door as he found it - open a crack - before venturing toward you.

There is a copy of The Whispers cracked open on the mattress beside you, a cup of cold herbal tea lingers on the bedside table. The blankets are down low past your hips and one leg is kicked out - evidence you got hot at some point - your perky nipples protrude through the thin white cotton shirt you wore to sleep. The desire for baby number two throbs in his pants, if only that topic wouldn’t send you running Fred could bring it up.

He throws his pants over a chair, folds his shirt and places it on the seat and slips out of his socks. He grabs your “bookmark” from the night stand and lets his finger trace over the worn edges for a moment. It’s not an actual bookmark, but a picture taken moments after Oliver was born. Fred knew you were using a picture, but Oliver was almost one before he knew what the picture was, and that was the moment he knew there was a chance you’d come back to him. Because it’s not a picture of just you and Oliver, it’s one of the three of you. Sweat clings in your hairline, trapping baby hairs to your forehead, both of you have puffy red eyes from crying with the biggest smiles imaginable plastered to your faces, only thing is Fred is staring at Oliver and you are looking up at him. Even with the emotions of that moment, he can see there is more to the look you are giving him. You’re not staring at the father of your son, you are staring at the man you love. Fred is so happy he noticed that glimmer in your eyes and decided to wait you out, because he catches you looking at him like that countless times a day (even though you won’t admit it anytime soon). Fred smiles, like he does every time he sees this photo, and sets it inside the book, then curls up beside you.

He knows he should let you sleep, you have a very energetic toddler that loves to keep you on your toes, but that shirt is just a little to see-through and a little too tight and you sent one too many messages.

He starts slow.

His hand on your stomach and lips on your jaw. It’s soft, a kiss that goes unnoticed.

His calloused hand ventures up, finding one of those perfect breasts you spent a week tormenting him with and he begins to massage it, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. A sleepy sigh catches in your throat but Fred can tell it’s going to take more.

His touch is light as his hand drops, under the elastic band of his boxers you decided to sleep in. The pressure starts off gentle, slow circles being pressed against your heat. His lips trail along your jaw, over to the sweet spot on your neck. Instead of kissing he starts to suck, harder and harder, letting his teeth sink in. When he doesn’t earn the response he desperately seeks, two fingers toy at your entrance, coating themselves in your arousal.

“Hi baby,” Fred murmurs when you finally start to stir.

“Hi,” you mumble back, involuntarily tilting your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. “I missed you.”

“I know you did.” His fingers slip inside as far as they can go. Your eyes dart open.

“Shit baby.” Your legs kick out and back arches as he thrusts his digits back inside.

“You knew what you were doing with all those pictures you sent.” He chastises, thrusting his fingers back inside once again. “Knew what it was doing to me.”

“Of course I did.” Your voice is becoming strangled, the pressure starting to build.

“Then what did you expect?”

Fred shoves his boxers down your thighs and you feel his cock, rock hard and leaking excitement all over your hip. With a few more thrusts to get you wet and ready, Fred replaces his fingers with his member, and you both moan in unison.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” He probes, shunting you up the bed with one deep thrust. “What you wanted huh?” He punctuates with another thrust.

“I always want you.” You whimper, knowing he is waiting for a response.

Your fingers tremble when they feel the hard muscles of his back. You always loved his body and he’s always loved yours. Beads of sweat cascade down your neck and Fred smiles, his second favourite thing to lick.

“Only me right?”

He doesn’t mean it as a question, at least not in this moment. There will be a time for the hard questions, a conversation where he will make you admit to what you’ve been feeling (because he has zero doubt and knows you just need a nudge). This question is more about dominance, a reminder, because him practically prodding your cervix doesn’t do that.

“As if there could be anyone else.”

Fred hooks your left leg over his hip and finally brings his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and his tongue works its way into your mouth. It’s sloppy, frantic, full of heat. Every time he presses his tongue in further your nails scratch along his back. And after every firm and direct thrust hits that spot deep inside, your moan gets caught in his mouth.

“You look so good with my cock inside you.” Fred grunts, punctuating his words with another thrust.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Gonna feel even better with my cum dripping out of you.” Fred smirks as one hand snakes between your bodies and rubs at your clit. It suddenly becomes very difficult to concentrate on what he is saying. You can see his lips moving and can only imagine the filth spewing out.

You writhe beneath him as your pleasure reaches it’s peak. Your nails dig deep into the thickest part of his bicep and with one more punctuated thurst you come undone, warmth spilling around his cock. Fred’s cocky grin only grows even as his thrusts are sloppy and shallow, and just as your body relaxes Fred spills everything deep inside your cunt.

It takes a bit for your hearts to steady, it always does, Fred’s version of a “quickie” often leaves you feeling like you ran 5k.

Fred looks down at you, brown eyes clouded with lust and passion and leans back in, replacing the heated and heavy kisses with a soft one, full of warmth.

“Elskede.” He smiles sweetly, his cock soft inside you.

“Hmm.”

“Tease me like that again and I won’t wake you up as nicely next time.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug him off, a hint of insolence in your voice. His cock twitches. You being bratty always did turn him on.

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[laurenairay]

I’ll always guide you home - F. Andersen

Summary: Three years into dating Freddie Andersen, and Karla Nielsen still gets butterflies.

Words: 1.6k

This is my fic for @callsign-denmark​’s birthday bingo! I chose the bingo squares surprises, anniversary, free space (‘Christmas’), “Say it again”, and learning to cook, as well as a few other of your favourite things (including our favourite fridge Freddie), so I really hope you like this!

Warnings: fluff, sugary sweetness, christmas in july.

Title: Never gonna let you down, by Colbie Caillat.

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“Happy three years elskede.”

Beloved. Karla couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face at the sound of her boyfriend’s rumbling voice, giggling as he slid his arms around her from behind, resting her hands on the kitchen counter next to the Christmas gift tags she’d been writing.

“Good morning to you too,” she grinned, tilting her head up for a kiss, “and happy anniversary.”

Freddie hummed happily to the Mariah Carey music playing quietly in the background as he ducked his head to kiss her, Karla just leaning into his body with a smile. Three years with this man and his sweet little kisses still thrilled her every time. He eventually pulled away after one final peck to her lips, burying his face in her long dark hair with another happy hum.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up,” he murmured, words muffled, “Was worried until I smelled something amazing.”

Oh that sweet sweet man.

Karla turned around in his arms, resting both hands on his chest as she smiled up at him reassuringly, the twinkling lights from the Christmas tree only serving to highlight his messy red hair. He really had just rolled out of bed, hadn’t he?

“I just wanted to do something nice for you, that’s all.”

“Something nice for me?” he asked, confused.

“Well, yeah, it has been three years,” she said simply, smile not shifting.

“I don’t…I…”

Karla just giggled at his shocked stammering, patting his chest in a ‘there there’ motion. There wasn’t much that could surprise her boyfriend, she knew that after all this time, so it felt good to be able to keep him on his toes at least a little bit.

“You’re right that something smells good. I…I’ve been learning to cook some traditional Danish dishes recently, and I know how much you miss home around this time of year, so I wanted to make something that you love.”

While her father was Danish himself, he’d emigrated to the US not long after college and hadn’t really shared his home traditions with Karla and her brothers growing up. It had only really been since meeting Freddie that she had delved into her unknown heritage, trying to learn a little more each day. After connecting with her grandmother back in Aarhus, she’d been sent a recipe that even she couldn’t mess up as a novice – klejner. Little twists of fried dough dusted in powdered sugar. Simple but sweet, and something that she knew Freddie loved as a Christmas treat.

“What did you make me?”

“Well let’s see if it’s recognisable first,” she mused.

Freddie huffed out a laugh but nodded, so Karla turned around once more to open the oven door where the oven dish had been warming. Freddie took a step back to give her some room, and when she pulled out the dish with her oven mitts, his jaw dropped slightly, eyes shining in a way she hadn’t expected.

“You made klejner for me?” he asked, eyes wide.

“I tried at least?”

“You are…my god Karla, no-one’s ever done something like this for me. And like, I know you’re half Danish but this is…wow,” he murmured.

“It’s a good surprise then?” she asked hopefully, setting the dish down on the kitchen counter.

“It’s the best surprise,” he nodded, “Tak. Thank you. You’re…incredible.”

But then he cleared his throat, a look of disbelief on his face for a moment as he stared at the dish, before he smiled softly at her.

“Okay, wait there. I’ve got to get something.”

Before Karla could even ask him what was going on, he power-walked out of the kitchen, leaving her staring after him in confusion. What the hell? She knew in her gut that he wasn’t mad at her because he left the room with a smile, but this abrupt behaviour was odd, even for him.

Maybe he was just giving her a Christmas present early? There were still two weeks to go…but she honestly couldn’t think of what else, what ‘something’, he could possibly be getting right now that couldn’t wait.

In the end, as she heard him rustling around in their bedroom, she took the time to put the klejner onto a Christmas plate that her mom had sent her – a subtle one, snowflakes and a winter woodland scene, unlike some of the garish reindeer and snowmen ones she knew her mom owned for herself – and by the time she’d put the original oven dish in the sink to soak, she could hear Freddie walking back. So she braced herself against the kitchen counter again, apprehension filling her body in a way that she couldn’t control, but she still managed to push a hesitant smile onto her lips when he boyfriend’s large frame filled the doorway.

He looked a little frazzled, eyes a little wild and hair even messier than earlier like he’d been running his fingers through it, making her swallow heavily. What was going on? What was affecting him like this?

“You know that I love you, right?” Freddie said softly, eyes serious.

“I do…but say it again,” she said, teasing slightly to break the tension a little.

The tense air between them eased just as she hoped when Freddie cracked a smile and ducked his head briefly, before looking back at her with such warm emotion that butterflies erupted in her stomach. The things this man did to her.

“I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. Every morning that I wake up with you in my arms, I know I’m the luckiest man in the world, and every morning we have to be apart I count the hours until I come back home to you. I’ve never felt like this for anyone, and I know I never will.”

“Freddie…” she murmured, trailing off as his sweet words overwhelmed her.

He took the chance to walk across the room, stopping a few feet away from her, and he held out both hands for her to step forward and take – which she did. There was something in the intensity of his gaze that made her blue eyes fill with tears. The way he looked at her - no-one else had ever looked at her like that, like she was their everything and more.  

She remembered the way he had smiled at her when they first met, not too unlike how he was smiling at her now. A mutual friend had introduced them, had convinced both of them to go on a blind date because they were sure she and Freddie were ‘perfect’ for each other…and they’d been right. Ever since that first coffee date, there had been no-one else for her, and the rest was history. And here they were now.

“Karla. Elskede. The woman I love for so many reasons that I can’t possibly name them all,” he said softly.

She laughed, feeling a little incredulous, a smile tugging at the corner of Freddie’s lips.

“You made me klejner, on our anniversary. You put so much effort into something that you knew would make me happy, just like you always do. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I hope that I get to prove to you every day how much I appreciate it. How much I am never going to take you for granted. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

As Nat King Cole’s voice filled their home, Karla watched as Freddie dropped her hands and stepped backwards…to kneel down on one knee. It felt like her world was in slow motion as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out the most beautiful white gold ring she’d ever seen, three square diamonds dotted across the top of the band. It was stunning. It was delicate. It was…Freddie?

“Karla Nielsen, will you marry me?”

Despite his shaky voice, Karla could tell by the emotion in his voice that he’d been planning this for a while. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to marry her.

“Okay you beat my surprise by a mile,” she giggled, voice thick with tears as well as more tears trickling down her cheeks.

“It wasn’t my intention I promise,” he said, huffing out a laugh.

It was all Karla could do to lean down where he was kneeling and press her lips to his in a slow intense kiss, feeling Freddie’s breath catch in his throat before she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked softly, hopefully.

“Jeg elsker dig så meget, min kære,” Karla said sweetly. I love you so much, my dear. “Of course it’s a yes.”

Her heart clenched in her chest as Freddie choked out a sob, but the moment that he smiled widely at her, sliding the ring onto her left hand, complete disbelief on his face like he hadn’t even thought about getting this far, the widest smile spread across her face too.

“Get up here and kiss me,” she murmured.

Freddie wasted no time in doing as she asked, cupping her face with both hands as he kissed her deeply, Karla clutching at his t-shirt for stability when he pushed her against the kitchen counter, the world fading out around her as his embrace consumed her body and soul. Freddie had proposed. Freddie had asked her to marry him. Freddie wanted to be her husband. Freddie wanted her to be his wife. And she’d said yes.

Merry Christmas to her.

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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!

[typical-simplelove]

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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「SERIES」

⚡️ smut/mature content // 🌶️ smut/explicit content * 🖋️ Requested * 🍷 Personal faves * 🎄Holiday season

WILLIAM NYLANDER

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「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you | William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt II I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt III I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt III - the morning after I William Nylander 🖋️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt V I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️(🌶️)

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you (the one after the All-Star) I William Nylander & Auston Matthews ⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IX I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you (the one with the help) I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt X I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

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「Intern x Willy」; [Counting Stars]

Dreaming about the things that we could be I William Nylander 🖋️(⚡️)🍷

Swing my heart across the line I William Nylander⚡️

I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing I William Nylander 🖋️(⚡️)

I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing pt. II | William Nylander 🖋️ ⚡️

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear" I William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️)🎄 [intern x willy]

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🍷

I feel your love, and I feel it burn I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

I feel your love, and I feel it burn pt II I William Nylander🖋️⚡️ 2️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🍷

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned I William Nylander 🖋️ ⚡️

Said: "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars" I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ A Night with Blue & White

I see this life, like a swinging vine I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

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「Dad!Willy x reader」

Wifey material | William Nylander🤰🏼💭

Does Willy ever talk to the baby?🤰🏼

What was Willy like during your labour?🤰🏼

"Tu stasera, vedi, sei perfetta per me" I William Nylander ⚡️

Hey now, you’re All Star 🌟 I William Nylander

"He’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave" I William Nylander 🖋️ 🍷

That's Amore I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌺

Have yourself a merry little Christmas... I William Nylander 🖋️🎄🍷

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「Prof!Willy x reader」

That's what I go to school for I William Nylander (AU) 🖋️⚡️

“guys your age don’t know how to fuck a girl like this do they huh?" I William Nylander (AU) 🖋️⚡️

Please, excuse me I don't mean to be rude… But tonight I'm fuckin' you I William Nylander (AU)🖋️⚡️💦

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FREDERIK ANDERSEN

Freddie x reader; October, 2007

It was an ordinary Tuesday evening when you found yourself at the Andersen's residence for Freddie's 18th birthday family dinner. You were attending the event along with your father, which wasn’t really anything unusual, as you and Freddie had essentially grown up together...

Prologue - Better in Time - Frederik Andersen

Chapter 1 - The First Time⚡️

Chapter 2 - The Second Time ⚡️

Chapter 3 - The third time ⚡️

Chapter 4 - the fourth time

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Summary; A quote by Hector Urquhart goes "One man's rubbish may be another's treasure" - however, what happens, when the first man realises that it wasn't rubbish after all?

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part one 🔥🌺⚡️

[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. 

[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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[princessphilly]

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Coming July 2023: Lose Control

[unluckyhoneybee]

Marry you (Freddie Andersen)

There seems to be a way to save your relationship. Angsty. Note: I'm a little bit obsessed with this man.

Things were cold between you two. What usually was a warm and tight relationship, now was drifting apart and you didn't know what to do.

You closed the door and took your shoes off, watching your partner walk into the kitchen. His blazer was forgotten in the couch. You discretely followed him and watching from your spot in the shadows. He was deep on his thoughts, a glass of water untouched on his hand. You just came back from a dinner with some of his teammates and their wives and it had been exhausting. It was awful having to pretend that things were right when you barely talk anymore. The only thing you were glad was that you didn't fight. You didn't want to be like those couples that ended despising each other. If things were going to end, you didn't want to hate the man that had given you your best years.

Freddie left the glass in the counter, still full, and leaned over the marble with both hands. He was quiet, collected and serious. But he also had the sweetest smile and could make you laugh like no one.

You wanted this to end. You just wanted to he happy with the love of your life.

You walked closer and he didn't move. His hair was already undone, he had ran his hands over it so many times already. He gave you a side look and felt his chest tightening. When you circled his waist with your arms, he tensed. You feared he didn't want you anymore.

Tears came to your eyes with realization. You leaned your head on his back and Fred covered your hands with his. It felt warm and familiar. You missed his touch so bad.

"I miss you, Freddie" You said with thin voice.

His heart broke. You had never sound so sad.

Freddie lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Talk to me, please" You whispered.

He took a deep breath.

"I want to marry you" Freddie hated this. He hated to have to do it like this.

Those words made you pull back. You made him turn around and look at you. There were tears in your eyes.

"What?"

"I want to marry you" He repeated louder. "But you don't want marriage"

You felt frozen. All this weeks for this.

"Fred..."

"And I understand. You know I do. But... It's stupid." He lowered his eyes.

"No. No it's not" You cupped his chin and made him look at you. "It's not stupid. Don't say that. Your... Your feeling matter too."

One of his hands came to rest on your hips.

"Fred. Please"

"I want it. I want to call you my wife. To have a ring on my finger, to put one in yours. I want to be your husband..."

You pulled him down for a deep kiss. He was hungry, you had barely kissed this last days. His hands gripped your waist hard and pulled you into him.

"Fred" You stopped him before he could take it further. You needed to talk first. "I will marry you"

"You don't want marriage"

It was something you had talked about when you were just friends, something he had heard you talk about and even joke with your friends. Do you think I want to tie myself to someone else for life?

You sighed.

"I... I don't care"

He chuckled a bit and scratched his beard.

"Then? What's that supposed to mean? Would you tie yourself to me only because you miss me?" He said.

"I wouldn't be tying myself anywhere" You said with a frown and looking into his eyes.

"You would. That's why you don't want it."

"Fred. Do you think I'll feel tied to you? Do you think I don't love this life with you and everything you brought to me?"

He stayed quiet.

"I don't care if we are married or not because for me it will feel the same. I love you like no one and I know that there is one else out there I would like to do this with. We live together, we bought a place to live together, we share a whole life. Everything that happens to you happens to me already."

He couldn't look into your eyes because it didn't still feel right.

"Freddie, love." You cupped his face with both hands. "From my eyes, life looks the same with or without a ring. Marriage wouldn't make me happier. But it would made you. And you happiness is what make me happy. If having a fucking dragon pet made you happy, I would built a dragon house in the garden only to see you smile. If you want to marry me because it would make you happier and your life better, then I'm in. I only want to be happy by your side."

He once though that couldn't love you more. How wrong he was.

With a hand behind your neck, he kissed you deeply. So deep it took your breath away. Your hands ran over his silky red hair and you felt the spark again.

"Come with me" Fred said with a soft voice.

He took your hand and pulled you to the bedroom.

You watched how he messed with his tidy drawer. And then he pulled a red velvet box. You gasped and covered your mouth. You couldn't have ever guess he had it. Never.

"YN" He walked slow in your direction. "This has been with me for months already. I bought it when I thought it would be okay to propose. Then... Then I hid it because I didn't want to ruin what we have. I can't loose you because you make me the happiest man alive. I just... I feel like I need this. This last step." He got down to one knee and you sobbed. You never thought a man proposing would make you cry in happiness. "YN, I need you to promise me that you will do this because you want to. Not because you feel you have to"

"I do. I promise."

He smiled and opened the box. You whispered an ow. That ring was perfect.

"YN YSN, would you marry me?"

You nodded and sat on his lap, hugging his neck and kissing his lips.

"Yes, Frederik Andersen, I would love to marry you"

Freddie laughed and cupped your lips. You kissed over and over again. But he stopped you.

"Can I?" He said showing you the ring.

You nodded and let him put it on you.

"It's beautiful, Freddie." You said still with tears in your eyes.

"It reminded me of you."

You made him look at you. "I love you. Don't ever doubt about this, okay?"

He smiled and pecked your lips.

"You promised me"

You smiled and caressed his cheeks. "YN YSN-Andersen sounds really good".

"It does"

You chuckled.

"Oh! There is something else..." You pointed with a smile.

"What else?" He frowned with a smile.

"You said you wanted this last step. Does it mean that we are against the idea of having a couple of little redheads around?"

He laughed and lifted you from the floor. He dropped you on the bed and climbed over you.

"I think we can make a couple of those, yeah".

"Do you?"

"Mhm" He kissed your lips. "Only a couple?"

"You are a big guy, Fred."

He chuckled and kissed you cheek.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

"I don't think so"

[miracleonice87]

ouu can i request an angsty but happy ending blurb w auston pls!

here you go, babe 🤍 feat. Fred (of course) and some Harry lyrics that nobody asked for but I felt tied in. enjoy!

As It Was with Auston Matthews

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was…

“He’s miserable without you, you know.” 

You let your eyes finish scanning the skyline from your perch at the downtown rooftop restaurant. Your gaze slowly met Freddie’s again, but you said nothing. 

He continued, undeterred, yet gentle. Thoughtful. “He doesn’t know I’m seeing you, so it’s not like he told me to say that,” he assured, sitting back against the patio chair which seemed far too small for his broad, muscular form. “But he misses you. I know he does. And I know that’s, like, the most cliche thing for a best friend to say to the ex post-breakup, but…” Freddie shrugged. “You’re not just ‘the ex.’ I think you know that.” 

You chewed at the inner corner of your lip and, for a brief moment, wished you hadn’t agreed to this dinner after all. Because, goddammit, could this man still see right through you. 

You were in Raleigh for a work conference – just a couple of days, in and out. You could have popped in and back out with no trace of you left behind; you’d debated dozens of times whether or not to tell Freddie that you’d even be in town at all. 

Because, like he said. You were the ex, and he was the best friend – Auston’s, that is. 

But as you’d sat at your gate at JFK the day before waiting to board, maybe against your better judgment, maybe wanting some sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar world you found yourself in these days, your fingers were soon flying across your keyboard.

Hi, Fred. I hope you’re good. I know it’s been a while, but I’m about to fly to Raleigh for a couple days for work and wanted to reach out. Wanna grab a drink sometime? 

You didn’t even have time to tuck your phone back into your bag before a response flashed onscreen. 

So great to hear from you. Yes, let’s meet up. Let me take you to dinner. You say when.

So, you’d arranged to meet him the very next night, and immediately fell back into your easy way with one another. His big arms nearly crushed you in a hug, leaving you giggling. You bantered back and forth just like you’d done hundreds of times back in Toronto – at Auston’s house, at bars after games, at team events both official and impromptu. Freddie considered Auston a brother, and ever since you’d seamlessly entered their social group via mutual friends, he had viewed you as something of a younger sister, making the bond among the three of you something special – even sacred. 

But, no matter how much some things felt the same, many things were different now – that much was clear, from the foreign landscape of the city around you, to the fact that it had taken nearly two hours, not until after dessert and another round of drinks, for Freddie to even summon the courage to broach the topic of Auston Matthews. A subject that everyone else in your life had allowed you to avoid since the split six months back… everyone, that is, except for Freddie. You had known this would be the case, and hell, in some masochistic way, maybe this was exactly why you’d felt the need to see Fred on this trip.

You heaved a sigh, folding your arms across your torso and tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“What am I supposed to say to that, Fred?” you eventually asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, shaking his head. “Or do anything. Not if you’re happy, not if you don’t miss him.” His face softened as he studied you. “But… if I’m honest, I just don’t know that I’m convinced that that’s the case. So I felt like I owed it to you to bring it up. To both of you.” 

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. And suddenly, your heart was on your sleeve.

“I thought I’d be good on my own again, you know?” you said, your focus shifting into the distance, past Fred, or even through him. “I was before him. I thought I needed to get back out there, find myself like everybody talks about. But you know what?” You scoffed. “Turns out that’s just… complete bullshit. Because I know who I am. I have for a long time now. And I guess I can be on my own if I have to be, but… I-I don’t wanna be. I really believe that I’m better when I’m with him,” you said, sitting up straighter with each word as if the moment of clarity was pulling you up and out of yourself. 

Fred smiled proudly. “I think you’re both better together,” he concluded.

_____

Your heart thudded against your chest and inside your ears the entire way back to your hotel, through the lobby, up the elevator, and down the hallway. Your hands shook violently as you forced them to remain at your sides, though they were being drawn to your phone as if by magnetic pull. The second you opened your door, you kicked off your shoes, tossed your bag onto the table, and sat at the end of the bed, your phone already unlocked, your thumb already hovering over that name that you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to remove from your list of Favorites. You tapped the screen and held your breath.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

“Hello?” You’d never heard his usually even, unfazed voice filled with so much confusion. 

“Hi… it’s me,” you greeted stupidly, then immediately winced. “As if that wasn’t obvious. Sorry, I-”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Auston said swiftly. “I’m just… I’m glad you called. Is… is everything alright?” Suddenly he had the distinct fear that maybe something was wrong with someone in your family, maybe one of your mutual friends. Maybe you felt like there was no one else you could call. He had to get to you as fast as he could. He couldn’t leave you to deal with this alone. He-

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” you answered automatically, then thought through your own response. “I mean, overall, yes, things are okay, but I… I just had dinner with Fred.” 

Auston slowly switched the phone from one hand to the other, convinced he hadn’t heard you properly. 

“You did…?” he spoke, clearing his throat. “How-how was that?” Your call alone, paired with this new information, had his head swimming.

“Um… you know, it was so good to see him,” you answered innocently. “It had been way too long.” You paused then, unsure of where to go next despite being the one so hell-bent on making this call. 

Auston filled in the silence. “Well, that’s good,” he said softly. “I’m sure he was really happy to see you… I gotta say, I’m a little jealous.” 

You stared out the window, an involuntary smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Of who, me or Fred?” you joked. You simply couldn’t resist.

“Very funny,” Auston said dryly, pretending not to be amused, though you could literally hear the smile in his voice. 

You rubbed at your forehead, eyes fluttering closed. You needed to just go there. 

“How are you, Auston?” you asked sincerely, emphasizing each word so that he would recognize that you weren’t asking that with the goal of casual conversation. 

He chuckled sadly, a sound your heart wasn’t prepared for. “I guess I should lie and spew some shit about how great I’m doing, how I’ve never been happier, but… that’s… not exactly true. Honestly, I’m just, I’m not doing so well.” 

You tucked your chin to your chest and were surprised to watch a tear fall onto your light-wash jeans. You sniffed, swiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah, me either,” you all but whispered, and Auston could hear the tension in your voice. 

“Baby, don’t cry,” he pleaded, the term of endearment sounding as natural as your given name. 

“I never should have left you,” you cried, voice shaking. “I never should have taken this stupid job in New York. Auston, I have never been happier than those two years with you in Toronto.”

He assumed he could not be hearing you correctly, that there was simply no way, because these are the words he’d longed to hear for months now, every night as he fell asleep and dreamed of you asking to come home. This conversation had to be a figment of his imagination. 

“Baby… what’s gotten into you? Are you… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you began, drying your tears as best you could, “that I want you back. And I know that’s like, super fucking unfair of me to say, and you have every right to-”

“Where are you right now?” he asked, and you heard shuffling on the other end of the line, keys jingling. Your brow furrowed.

“I’m in Raleigh for work,” you answered. 

“Don’t move,” he instructed, stressing the syllables as if his life depended on you hearing his words. “I’ll be on the next flight. Give me a few hours.” 

Your hand flew to your mouth as you dissolved into more tears – this time tears of elation. 

“I love you, Auston,” you said, beaming, because really, what else was there to say or do? 

“I love you,” he echoed. “It’s me, and you, forever, alright? Just us, always.”

“Always.”

[leafs-lover]

Can you write a really brief something about Freddie looking after a teething Oliver for the day whilst Mama goes out to get some things done 🥹🥹 maybe Oliver is just insisting on cuddles and his paci ALL day and it's the sweetest. Fred's peppering his baby boy in kisses.

A/N: It's not exactly brief but idk I really enjoyed writing this. This is technically a part of my BTPGD series but can be read as a stand alone piece.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count: ~800

Fred loves hockey. He has since the very first time his feet hit the ice, it was his first love, and truth be told, for a while he thought it would be his only love. Then came Oliver. Fred was absolutely terrified to be a dad, worried he was going to make a million mistakes, would do everything wrong, that his child would hate him. He had no idea what he was going to do, then this incredibly small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket was shoved into his arms; that was the moment Fred knew he had a new love.

Sure, some days are better than others, that's to be expected with kids, but every day with Oliver is better than the last. Or that's what he tells himself as, yet another ear-piercing shriek comes from his toddler.

Teething.

Fred thought you guys had made it past this point, he enjoyed the last month without the tears, irritability, drool on every piece of clothing he owns, unfortunately there is still another molar after this one. His mom gave him some tricks she used on him and his siblings, both of you googled then tired every home remedy you could find, some helped, others did nothing. Today is just one of those days.

“Hey, Ollie.” Fred holds out a damp washcloth for him, hoping he will at least try putting it in his mouth.

“Noooooo!” Oliver wails. He grabs the cloth and throws it on the floor. “Momma!”

Fred sighs. While the two of you worked through your issues and he can finally call you his girlfriend, he is no stranger to wanting you and not being able to have you. “She’ll be home in a bit.”

“Momma!” Oliver cries again, opening and closing his hand as if he’s trying to beckon you home.

“You want a popsicle?” Fred offers, hoping something cold might alleviate some of his pain.

“Yeah.” His voice is small, and he offers a slight nod.

Fred pushes off the couch to his feet. When he takes the first step, he feels two little arms wrap around his leg. “Dadda!” Fred lets out a soft chuckle, he should have known better than to try and leave him for a second.

He bends down and picks him up, Oliver immediately buries his forehead against Fred’s shoulder. He carries his son to the kitchen and opens the freezer. After rummaging around for the popsicles, he tosses the wrapper in the garbage and moves back to the living room. He cradles Oliver in his arm as they settle into the couch where Oliver accepts the popsicle, at lets himself fall against Fred’s chest.

“Is that good?” Fred gently brushes the curls away and welcomes in the cuddles.

“Yeah.” His voice is still small and tears cling to his eyes.

“You want to watch a movie?”

Fred feels the faintest nod as Oliver continues to suck on the cherry popsicle.

“Penguins?”

Another nod.

The sound of Netflix fills the apartment and once the movie has started Fred looks to Oliver. Red splotches are on both of their shirts, and he can feel the stickiness that coats his fingers.

“Done.” Oliver shoves the popsicle to Fred and smears his face against Fred’s chest, spreading more of the mess to his shirt.

“Of course, you are,” Fred laughs. He takes the dripping popsicle and sets it on the plate with his half-finished breakfast.

Fred licks his fingers and starts wiping some of the mess from Oliver’s cheek but is instantly met with a whine and he shakes his head to make him stop. Fred of course tries again. If Fred had his way, the half-eaten toast and popsicle would be in the garbage, plate in the dishwasher, and he would have used that dishcloth to clean his face. Even with a toddler he still tries to keep everything clean and contained. But like always, Fred caves once that lower lip starts to tremble.

“Blankie Dadda.” Oliver curls in closer to Fred to capture as much warmth as possible while a large yawn spills from his lips.

“The popsicle make you cold?” Fred reaches up and grabs the plush blanket you insisted stay out all summer even though he said it was June and wouldn’t be necessary, and drapes it over both of them, ensuring to cover all his toes. Oliver nods and yawns again, then shimmies to get closer, using Fred’s bicep as a pillow.

There are a million things that need to be done, and Fred doesn’t want you to come home to toys strewn about, Oliver’s shirt in the bathroom, his socks wedged under the cushions, all the dirty dishes from the morning scattered around the apartment, but he knows he needs to give Oliver cuddles, so that’s exactly what he is going to do.

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[skjeinon]

GOOD GOD freddie <3 i literally want to ride him while he wraps his arms around me OMG CAN U IMAGINE HIS EYEBROW SCRUNCH AND MOANS i want him so bad

OH MY GOD YES

nsfw please proceed with caution (also no proofread and i wrote this while watching the avs game so no promises of it being good 😅)

you’re both sitting there, you in his lap while sitting on the couch. it’s the day after game day and he had gotten home from practice a few hours before. you’re laying there against him, aimlessly grinding against him until he gets worked up while you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and just panties. he pulls your panties aside and slowly fills you out.

he throws his head back as you push your face into his neck, your hands coming to his head, gently dragging through his soft hair. his strong arms..(oh my god his fucking arms) wrap around your frame, holding you close by your waist. his voice fills the room while yours comes out in soft whimpers. the movements are slow until he gets impatient, hands going to work to fuck you on his cock. he becomes impatient as he wants to hear you cry, filled with his cock.

“baby. i wanna hear you..” he grumbled, his hand coming to your hair to gently tug at it, basically begging you to pull your face from his neck so he can see you as you’re filled with him. “oh, my girl.. baby. you’re so pretty..” he groaned as he could see your head thrown back, lips parted. your noises almost syncing as he brought you both closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum inside.. okay?” his voice was rough and broken through his fog of pleasure. letting out a weak noise of approval, you finally hit your climax. getting closer, his thrusts became sporadic before he pulled your hips down impossibly close to his, his cum filling you as he threw his head back, mumbling something between endearing pet names and straight dirty talk.

[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

gif credit to @jeffskinnerswh0re

(gif not mine)

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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[typical-simplelove]

can i request a song blurb (#15) with freddie andersen?

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!)

[misshoneyimhome]

The three times Frederik Andersen proposed - 

(And the one time you said yes)

Tags: Freddie Andersenxreader; fluff/romance; marriage proposal

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**1. After Mitch and Stephanie’s Wedding:

It was the end of July, and you and Freddie had attended Mitch and Stephanie's beautiful wedding. Your elegant dress complemented Freddie's sharp suit perfectly, and the entire ceremony had been a flawless affair, just as everyone had expected, given Stephanie's meticulous planning.

Throughout the evening, you had been the life of the party, dancing with almost everyone from the team. Your laughter and grace lit up the dance floor, and it was clear that you were having a fantastic time. Freddie, in particular, couldn't take his eyes off you all night.

You looked absolutely incredible, and his main thought during the evening was about the image of hosting such a magnificent wedding of your own. Every time your eyes met on the dance floor, he felt a surge of warmth and affection that made his heart race.

After the late-night party, you and Freddie retired to your hotel room, feeling a little tipsy from the champagne and festivities. The room was adorned with rose petals and soft candlelight, casting a romantic aura that mirrored the love you had witnessed that day.

As you lay in bed, almost asleep, the dim, romantic glow of the room's lighting enveloping you, Freddie's words took you completely by surprise. He was a bit drunk, his tie loosened, and his eyes filled with affection as he turned to you with a heartfelt expression.

“Marry me.”

You were taken aback, not having expected this at all. Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind raced as you processed his proposal. Before you could respond, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell asleep, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and questions. In the silence of the hotel room, with the memories of the wedding still fresh, you couldn't help but imagine how it would be hosting such a magnificent wedding of your own.

**2. Discussing Finances:

Three months later, you found yourselves in the heart of your shared home, the kitchen, one ordinary evening. The soft glow of the pendant lights above the counter created a warm ambiance. You sat there, browsing through listings of potential new apartments on your laptop, searching for a place to build your life together.

As you delved into the details of each listing, you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. It seemed that every option was over your budget, and the prospect of finding the perfect home felt distant.

Freddie, chopping vegetables from the opposite side of the counter, noticed your distress. He put down the knife and looked up at you. With a loving look, he said, "Babe, don’t stress so much about it. I've got it. I can take care of the finances for our new place."

Your heart swelled with affection for him, but you weren't comfortable with that idea. You wanted this to be a partnership, not a one-sided arrangement. You looked at him, offering a soft expression, and explained, "Freddie, I love you. But I don’t want you to ‘have got this’ – we’re in a relationship, and I want it to be our home.”

He looked puzzled but respected your viewpoint. "Then what do you have in mind?" he asked, continuing his chopping.

You took a deep breath, contemplating your next words. "Well, I've been thinking about selling my studio apartment that I've been renting out for the past two years, so that I could chip in for our dream home."

Freddie's eyes widened in surprise. "But you love that place," he said, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, explaining your rationale. "I know, but I want us to share in this new place together, legally and financially. Right now, we're not married, and if anything were to happen, legally, you would own everything. You could ask me to leave at any time."

Freddie paused; his chopping momentarily halted. "Do you want to get married?" he asked, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and sincerity.

Nervously, you replied, "Yes... I mean, no, not like this. Someday, yes, but not for practicalities."

His gaze softened as he grasped the significance of your words. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "I just want you to know that I love you deeply, and I want to be with you for the long haul, no matter what."

“I love you too, Freddie.”

This heartfelt conversation deepened your bond, highlighting the importance of shared commitment and the unique path your relationship was taking.

**3. The Hockey Game Incident:

Another two months had passed since the financial discussion. It was a tense evening, with Frederik playing an intense hockey game. As a skilled hockey goalie, he rarely found himself on the receiving end of a brutal collision, but that night was an exception.

The atmosphere in the arena was electric, with fans on the edge of their seats. Freddie was fiercely guarding the net, stopping one puck after another. Then, in a sudden turn of events, a forward from the opposing team crashed into him with a force that sent shockwaves through the arena. The collision was so brutal that it left the crowd gasping in disbelief.

Freddie didn't get up as he usually did after such incidents. Panic surged through you, watching him lying motionless on the ice. Your heart raced as you clenched your fists, unable to tear your eyes away from the rink.

"He's not getting up…" you stammered. "Rosa, why is he not getting up?" Your voice quivered with fear.

The medical staff rushed onto the ice, carrying him off for treatment. Rosa, Sebastian’s wife and a close friend, gently touched your shoulder.

"You should go to him," Rosa softly spoke, her eyes filled with concern, and you tried your best to unfreeze your body.

You hurriedly made your way down to the physio room, anxiety coursing through your veins. When you found him there, lying on the treatment table, battered and bruised, your heart ached.

Frederik was silent, and you could see the anger and sadness in his eyes. He was furious with himself for getting hurt, and it broke your heart to see him like this. You fought back tears as you reached out and gently took his hand.

Seeing your boyfriend in this vulnerable state only reaffirmed your love and commitment to him. You couldn't imagine a future without him.

"Ask me again," you said, your voice trembling. He looked at you, confusion and pain in his eyes. You repeated yourself, your voice stronger this time, "Ask me again."

He caught on, and a small tear welled up in his eye as he slightly opened his mouth.

“[Y/N], [Y/Sn], will you marry me?”

 He asked with a husky voice.

You nodded, your own tears now flowing freely, and replied with a soft but determined "Yes."

A soft smile appeared on his lips, and he let out a small sigh.

“Finally,” he softly chuckled.

In that moment, amidst the pain and uncertainty, your love for each other shone brighter than ever. You both knew that this was a step you were taking out of love and commitment, not just to each other but to the journey you were on together.