#frederik andersen blurb

[ilyasorokinn]

not papa , freddie andersen

note, this has been in my drafts for probably a year and a half, but i finally decided to finish it in time for the game tonight lol. this came about afer seeing a tiktok of brandon carlo's daughter up at the glass, and not recognizing them (plus winnie martin looking straight into her father's eyes and backing up). so, linking those tiktoks here and here. then i also saw a comment of another hockey mom mentioning that her kid doesn't recognize her goalie dad in his mask. another note, this fic is part of the "andersen adventures" series. check out this masterlist for more. also, this takes place when elias is 4 and julia is 2. pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, alma, still too young to understand what her dad does, goes to a game and doesn't recognize him in his goalie uniform. warnings, kids/children word count, 2243 words

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The smile on Alma's face was identical to Freddie's as she looked up at her father. You smiled when you heard her giggle when he started kissing all around her face.

"... and mama loves you, and Eli loves you..." He continued on listing everyone you knew, peppering her face with kisses in between each person.

You waited a few seconds before stepping in and bursting the bubble of love, "Sorry to have to break this up..."

"Mama..." They both whined, looking back at you with the same puppy-dog eyes.

"Don't give me that look." You shook your head, crossing your arms.

"Please? Just a few more minutes?" He begged.

"Fred..." You sighed.

"Please, mama?" Alma begged, her "please" sounding a bit more like "pwese", which made you almost want to give in and forget all about hockey.

You hiked her up your hip as she continued to look into your eyes, begging, "Papa's gotta go, Llama." You kissed her head and pushed some hair out of her face.

She shook her head rapidly, looking back at Fred. He knew you were right, but really didn't want to go. You looked over at him, pleading with your eyes because if he didn't leave soon, he would definitely be late.

You knew he was beginning to crack when he looked away, rubbing his jaw, "Why don't we get you dressed, huh?" You tried to distract Alma the best you could.

You walked into her room while Freddie continued to get ready. "Do you know what today is?" You asked, tickling her stomach as you grabbed her shirt.

"Sticks and pucks." That was what she called hockey, and when the day came when she started using the correct term, that would be the day your heart broke.

"That's right! We're gonna go see Papa at sticks and pucks." You kissed her forehead as you changed her pants. "Are you excited to see all your friends?" She nodded again, "Huh-uh, like who?" You continued to try to distract her.

You pulled out some of her toys, knowing you would regret it later tonight when you would be blindly walking around in the dark, trying not to wake up Alma.

You picked up Ken because she always loved to be Barbie, and there was never another option for you. After a few minutes, you knew she was distracted and would continue to distract herself. So, you let her keep playing and decided to finish getting ready.

You met Freddie in the bathroom where he was finishing getting ready. You met his eyes in the mirror and smiled, "Another year." You blew out a breath. "How're you feeling?"

"Same as always. It's just another game." He shrugged, fixing his hair in the mirror.

"Fred..." You sighed, rolling your eyes, "Well, I guess I'll be excited for both of us." You joked, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your chin against his back.

"So..." He changed the subject, "Do I get to see this year's jacket?" He turned around and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, looking down at you and kissing your forehead.

"Nope." You shook your head.

"No?" He squawked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean no, Fred. It's a surprise." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not everyone else. I'm your husband." He reminded you.

"I know, but you love a good surprise. Just wait a bit. You'll see." You unwrapped yourself from his arms.

He rolled his eyes but finished getting ready. You managed to finish right at the same time, which was right when Fred had to leave. You held Alma on your hip as Fred bent down to Eli's level, kissing his head and pulling him in for a hug.

"Bye, E." He kissed his head again, "I'll see you in a bit."

"Can I get a puck tonight?" He asked, pulling away from his dad so he could look him in the eyes.

"I'll pick a special one just for you." Fred nodded.

"Promise?" Eli asked, raising a quizzical brow at his father.

"I promise." Fred nodded. Eli nodded back before running off to play with his toys that were scattered around the living room.

Freddie stood up to his full height and ran his pointer finger gently across Alma's soft cheek, "I'll see you later, too, Alma." He cooed, kissing her head and smoothing back some of her hair.

"Papa." She reached up for him, smiling when she got her way, and Freddie picked her up.

"Papa has to go now," Freddie smiled sadly, kissing her head again and cradling him close to his chest. He looked at you and sighed, "See you later. Let me know if you need any help."

"I will, promise." You leaned up to kiss him, carefully taking Alma back from him, "I love you."

"I love you, too. All of you." He blew you a kiss before gathering his stuff and opening the door. He waved once more before he was out the door.

-

Once you had arrived and gotten both kids out of their carseats, Elias was off and running ahead of you, high-fiving everyone as he went. You tried to keep up with him, but Alma was still small and couldn't run as fast as her brother.

"Slow down, buddy." You called after him, chuckling when he turned around and pouted at you. Once you had caught up to him with Alma, he was off and running again.

You somehow managed to get a few good pictures of him running ahead with his custom Andersen jacket that you had gotten made for both kids, specifically for the playoffs.

Once he got to the security checkpoint, he greeted everyone there with high-fives and happily showed off his family badge. When you were let through, Elias was off again, and running off, navigating through Lenovo like he ran the place.

You followed him down to the ice, where all the family was during warm-ups. He pressed himself to the glass, his eyes wide as he took in everything. The lights were still on, and the arena was abuzz as fans got ready for game one of the playoffs.

You couldn't help but smile at your hockey-kid and his love for the sport. He was only 4, but you knew that he would share the love for the game like his father. Which position he would play depended on the day.

"Next time, can we bring a sign, mama?" Elias asked, turning around to face you.

"Of course we can, E." You nodded, brushing a piece of hair that had fallen into his face away, making a mental note to book a haircut for both kids.

"All right, Eli is excited, but what about Alma?" Drew, Chatty's fiancé, asked, nudging your shoulder as she approached the glass next to you, Krew happily standing next to Elias.

"Yeah!" Alma cheered. She probably had no idea what was going on or what Drew had asked her, but she was just excited that someone was talking and giving her attention.

"She doesn't even know what's going on, do you?" You cooed, switching from your normal voice to your baby voice. Alma giggled, kicking her feet and waving her arms around.

While you waited for warm-ups to start, you conversed with the other girls, getting pictures with all the kids and their special jackets, which was more stressful than it should have been.

Krew and Elias managed to keep themselves distracted until the spotlights came down and the music turned up. The crowd began cheering when the giant lights shone at the Canes tunnel.

"Papa, it's papa!" Elias cheered, jumping up and down and pointing when he saw Freddie come out first.

"You see Papa, Llama?" You asked, pointing to Freddie. Alma became distracted, not even following your finger. She spotted her and Elias' favorite player, Seth Jarvis, and clapped her hands.

She wiggled in your arms, wanting to be put down, so you stood her up against the little ledge in front of the giant panel of glass. Seth came over first, tapping the glass and giving each kid a high-five before he skated off. Jalen came over, distracting Krew and tossing his son a puck. Elias watched, excited to get his own from his dad.

"Papa, come over here," Elias demanded, watching his dad skate around. Freddie finally skated over, tapping the glass, which made Elias very happy, "Papa, papa!" He chanted over and over, jumping up and down.

No matter how many times Elias came to games, and no matter how many times he would be at the glass during warm-ups, it would never get old for him. He would always react the same, jumping around, excited to see his dad.

He managed to grab two pucks and made his way over to the photo hole. The person there took them and handed one to Elias, who clutched it happily to his chest, and the other was handed to Alma, who happily took it and did the same.

Elias turned back to the ice and slapped his hands on the glass. Freddie took his giant glove off and slipped it between his legs. He put his first up to the glass, and Elias did the same. They fist-bumped through the glass, and Freddie did the explosion thing, which made Elias burst out in laughter.

You watched the father-son duo with a big smile, happy that they shared the love of the game together. Freddie tapped the glass again, this time looking at Alma, who was still distracted by everything else around her.

"Alma, look who it is." You tried to garner her attention, turning her around so she was looking at Freddie. She finally looked at him, but a look of confusion crossed her face. "It's papa." You encouraged. Freddie tapped the glass, smiling through his mask.

Instead of seeing her dad, she saw a giant man in a mask and a giant suit, which was enough to make her burst into tears. She practically jumped into your arms, hiding her face in your neck.

Freddie, from the other side of the glass, looked helpless as Alma cried into your neck. You ran a hand down her back, trying to soothe her, "It's okay." You cooed.

Freddie knew she didn't recognize him in all the gear, but he knew if he took it all off, she would recognize him, so he didn't take it to heart. She was only 2 after all.

You took a step back, trying to soothe her, and Freddie quickly jumped in and distracted Elias, continuing their pre-game ritual and going on about it like it was any other game.

-

The game was definitely a good one. With an almost shutout and second star of the game, Freddie, you waited up for him in the living room with a post-game snack and drink. Elias had managed to stay up the entire game, which was a new record, while Alma tired herself out halfway through the first intermission, sleeping through the rest of the game.

At the sound of keys jingling in the lock, Jasper was off and running to the door to greet his dad, tail wagging as he ran as fast as his little legs could take him.

"Hey, Jas." Freddie greeted. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could hear how tired he was. During intermission, you managed to get a few texts in, and could tell, even though it was a massive win, he was kicking himself over the one goal.

You got up from the couch and watched him scratch behind Jasper's ears. He finally set his bags down and ran a hand over his face. He pushed himself off his knees and made his way over to you.

"Hi, you." You greeted him with a smile. He hummed, plopping down on the couch and closing his eyes with a sigh, "You did amazing tonight, you know."

"I know." He nodded.

"Then don't beat yourself up over it. Do you know how many shots you blocked tonight?" You nudged his shoulder.

"You gonna tell me?" He opened one eye and looked over at you with a small smile.

"I don't know the exact number, but it was a lot." He chuckled, "Come on, Fred."

"I know." He repeated, "Just gotta be better."

"You're the best." You stated. He looked over at you and opened his mouth to say something, "The best." You repeated.

Something softened in his eyes, and he finally smiled, one that met his eyes. He opened his arms, an invitation for you. You happily melted into his arms, smiling when he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“What do you think about the jackets?” You asked.

You felt him laugh, “I really liked it. I always like seeing the jackets.”

“I’m glad.” You hummed, “I helped with it this year.”

“Well, no wonder they look so good.” He joked. You fell into a comfortable silence, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Freddie and how you knew he was still beating himself up in his head.

"I'm proud of you." You felt him nod, "No matter what everyone else is saying, you're always the number one star in my books." You placed a kiss to his shoulder.

You laid in silence once again for a few minutes before Freddie broke it, "So, are we gonna talk about Alma being terrified of me tonight?"

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[mp0625]

Elsker

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Freddie Andersen x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[laurenairay]

Total word count: 85,680 Number of stories: 19 Number of blurbs: 10 Number of headcanons: 19

What a year!

Thank you so much for all of the love and support you’ve shown me and my writing over 2024. This year has been a little quieter for my writing overall, despite some the stories I’ve written being some of my favourite to have ever written, and I’m truly proud of all the content I’ve produced for this fandom. I’m especially delighted with the 10 new original characters I created this year – it’s hard to believe I have over 30 OCs now!

I have spoken to so many amazing mutuals this year, and although I am not always the best with keeping in touch, mostly due to time differences, I adore all of you. Everyone who follows me has a special place in my heart – some days this ridiculous place feels like my only safe haven, giving me that bit of joy I cannot find anywhere else, and to know that I have a home here makes me so happy.

I have also read so many incredible stories from all of you as well! If anyone wants to read the fics that I have reblogged, please search on the ‘fic rec’ tag on my page – you won’t regret reading the work of these talented writers!

I hope you all have the most wonderful time bringing in 2025!

Just in summary, below the cut are all the full-length stories I’ve posted this year, which can all be found in my fic masterlist, as can the blurbs and the headcanons.

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January: Elias Pettersson – Lately you’ve been on my mind

February: Jack Hughes - hopeless hearts just passing through

March: Seth Jarvis – every breath every hour leads to this Frederik Andersen – comes back to me, burning red

April: Tyson Jost – summer days pass me by Nathan MacKinnon – you’ve been sent to save me

May: Matthew Tkachuk – Got me in the palm of your hand Quinn Hughes – I got a secret, I’m telling everyone

June: Nick Blankenburg – how long I had to fight to be living my life JT Compher – Red Sundress

July: Matthew Tkachuk – no hesitation, what are we waiting for? Matt Martin – I can’t help it if I like it

August: Nico Hischier – felt like magic William Nylander – so tell me to leave

September: Chris Kreider – live like you’ll never stop

October: Andrei Svechnikov – witness all your joy

November: Jamie Oleksiak – don’t forget, don’t forget about me Tyson Jost – a reason to start over new

December: Nathan MacKinnon – what harm could come from one little call ~

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「Requests Update」

Hello lovely people 🤍

Just a quick update on the status of requests - my inbox is always open for your suggestions - However, please note that thanks to all of your amazing ideas, I now have plenty of material to keep me busy for the remainder of March 🙈

That being said, I might still find time to slip in a little blurb here and there, so please keep those comments coming and feel free to send in more ideas whenever inspiration strikes! 🤗

Sending love to you all 🤍

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt X I William Nylander ⚡️💦 [“A” I "My girl is so needy"]

“Shhh… I’m here” I Frederik Andersen 🌺 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

[senditcolton]

Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?

ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!

You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.

He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.

Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.

Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.

He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.

When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.

“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.

“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”

“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,” Heather says.

“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.

You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.

They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.

“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”

“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.

“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.

“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.

“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.

“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”

“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”

“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”

Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.

“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.

You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.

You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.

“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.

You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?”  When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.

And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.

You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.

There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.

It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.

“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.

“Are you guys coming too?”

“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.

A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.

When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.

“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”

“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”

You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.

“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”

“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.

“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”

“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”

[miracleonice87]

Freddie Andersen, number 3? 😊

Spending Christmas at the other’s childhood home with their family (3) - with Freddie Andersen 🎄

from m’s winter prompt list 2021

a/n: yay, my first-ever Fred fic! 🤗 three more holiday blurbs to come after this.

word count: 1,800ish

warnings: mention of a parent leaving a child, divorce, alcohol

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You’d seen Freddie nervous for games, sure. Particularly when he was coming back from injury or in the thick of the playoffs. But never had you seen him this nervous – and what had him in such a tizzy was meeting his significant other’s family at the holidays.

The two of you were set to spend the short NHL holiday break with your dad and stepmom at your childhood home in Asheville, North Carolina. Your mom hadn’t been in the picture since you were a toddler, and you shared a close relationship with your dad, being his only child – you, for one, were excited for the two most important men in your life to meet. The prospect of which had Fred absolutely terrified.

Of all things this big, strong NHL player had to be concerned about, like pucks flying a hundred miles an hour at his face on a nightly basis, you were shocked that this was one of them.

The past couple of days, he’d been quiet – too quiet. He wasn’t the most talkative guy, of course. But it just wasn’t Freddie to be so sullen, lost in his own head, where he tortured himself with the idea of your family not believing he was good enough for you. Not trusting his lifestyle. Not being accepting of the traveling and training he had to do, taking him away from you. If Fred had said it once, he had said it a thousand times – he couldn’t imagine having to accept his own child putting up with such a life (hell, he hated that he had to put you through it at all). He was certain your family would feel the same.

Finally, after a few tension-laden days of silence, Fred had voiced all of this to you when you pressed him once more about what was on his mind and how you could help.

And after he did, near panting as he rushed out his every anxious thought, you cocked your head a bit, frowning. You hated seeing him so unsure of himself, especially when he had no reason to be.

“Baby…” you cooed, perching yourself on his knee and slinging your arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to be worried about what my family thinks of you, okay?” you said, smoothing a hand over his cheek before settling your thumb against his perfectly dimpled chin. “They’re going to love you. Besides… if anything, they’re gonna be on my case more than yours, what with my recently becoming a hockey player-chasing gold-digger and all,” you joked with a wink.

But Fred barely cracked a smile, totally unusual for how he normally always laughed at your jokes, at the very least beaming at you with an amused expression as you tried to make him laugh.

“Promise me you’ll try to stop worrying? Please?” you begged, mouthing softly at the hinge of his jaw as you made your way to his ear lobe. “For me?” you added tenderly, sending a shiver down Fred’s spine.

He shifted your hips so that you had to look at him again and he gave a solemn nod before cupping your cheek in his hand and capturing your lips in the sort of kiss that completely stole your breath away and made him forget what he was so worried about in the first place.

But in the blink of an eye, it was 24 hours later – Christmas Eve – and as he pulled up in front of your childhood home, your dad already waiting outside, Freddie most definitely remembered what he was so worried about in the first place.

Fred didn’t come literally face-to-face with many people, due to his tall frame. But your dad… of course, your dad not only met him at eye level, but even appeared to be just an inch or so taller, a state champion high school basketball player back in his day. Fred couldn’t help but gulp as he toted the bags and followed you up the driveway, feeling his palms begin to sweat simply by being in the man’s presence.

And then, you nearly knocked the formidable figure over, arms thrown around his waist, your cheek pressed as close against his sweater as possible, your eyes drawn shut and a contented smile on your face. And with your simple, syrupy sweet, “hi, Dad,” the commanding, authoritative man melted before Fred’s eyes, folding his arms around you and pressing a reverent kiss atop the crown of your head, his eyes sparkling before closing in joy, and as he watched, Fred could clearly see that your father was holding his entire world in his grasp.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he spoke, his voice booming. “Merry Christmas,” he said as he smiled down at you. Then, he met Fred’s gaze.

“Hi, son,” he greeted, extending a hand which Fred accepted, making a mental note to shake firmly. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Fred nodded as you smiled encouragingly at him, though he could still hear his nervous heartbeat pounding within his chest. “It’s nice to meet you, too, sir,” he commented. “Thanks for having us here for the holiday. You have a beautiful home,” he added, vaguely gesturing to the exterior of the stately old house.

“We like it alright,” your dad replied. “Surprised this one here still wants to be seen here considering the mansion she has access to now, thanks to you,” he said sarcastically, nudging your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. “Dad,” you protested through gritted teeth.

Freddie shook his head humbly. “No, no, it’s alright,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I’ve been lucky, no doubt, but I didn’t grow up with much, so I certainly haven’t forgotten where I came from. Big house or not.” He stopped himself before he came off too defensive, aiming to put on an air that told your dad he was ready for anything he threw Fred’s way.

Your dad nodded slowly, eyeing Freddie carefully. “Well, I’m glad, and I hear you’re a hard worker, so I’m sure you deserve all you have,” he noted, tying a bow on the topic, to your relief. He nodded his head toward the door, motioning for the two of you to enter the house. “Now, come on in and get settled,” he encouraged, Fred following behind with the bags as you curled your hands around his bicep, pushing yourself up to kiss his cheek. He took comfort in the gesture, hopeful that the rest of your stay would entail only a few further shots at his character.

And it did – over the next three days, your dad kept the jabs relatively innocuous and certainly manageable from Fred’s perspective. Once again, he put himself in your dad’s shoes and reminded himself that he, too, would probably be giving his only child’s suitor a difficult time upon their first meeting. You were pleased and proud that he took it in stride, as you knew he would – offering to help your dad and stepmom with meal prep and cleanup without coming off as a kissass, always having you within his protective arm’s reach while respectfully limiting your PDA, and alternating between politely listening to your family stories and inside jokes and asking questions to better understand the dynamic among you.

On your last night with your family, you and your stepmom had cleared the table and then lingered in the kitchen, having a lengthy conversation over glasses of wine, and your dad, left in the dining room with Freddie and their glasses of whiskey, saw his opportunity to conduct his final test of the visit.

“Fred, I appreciate the way you’ve handled yourself throughout this trip,” your dad spoke, rolling his knuckles along the table. “I know I’m maybe not the most easygoing person, but I love my daughter more than anything, and so I hope you understand where I’m coming from.”

Fred nodded, twisting his glass against his palm.

“I do, sir,” he said. “I’d like to think I’d be somewhat similar to you, when put in the same situation. You want what’s best for your daughter, and I want nothing more than to be that for her. And to give that to her.”

Your dad attempted to keep his pleasure at Fred’s response from showing on his face, but Fred noticed the way the corners of his mouth turned upward as he shifted in his seat.

“Speaking of which,” he began, “since you came here with her, I assume things are serious. So… what do you think your future holds?”

It was Freddie’s turn to attempt to hide his smile, at which he failed miserably. He cleared his throat, holding his chin high.

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I can see myself spending the rest of my life with your daughter,” he leveled, meeting your dad’s eyes. “If she’ll have me,” he added, making both men chuckle.

“Well, that’ll be up to her, but, uh…” your dad ran a hand along his jaw in thought. “But if that’s what she wants, then I for one would be thrilled to have you as part of this family.”

Fred’s heart fluttered in his chest as he broke into a full-fledged grin.

“Thank you,” he said soberly. “That means more to me than I can say.”

Your dad offered a wink and a nod before patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Now, come on, let’s make sure those girls aren’t talking about us out there,” he joked as Fred laughed.

_____

That night after your parents had retired for the evening, you lay on Fred’s chest, settled on the couch between his legs, basking in the glow of the lighted tree as you listened to piano Christmas music over the sound system.

“Are you awake?” Freddie whispered, his hands giving just the slightest squeeze for where his arms were looped around you, resting on your stomach.

“Mmm, yeah,” you half-lied, blinking your bleary eyes to glance up at your boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Freddie shook his head. “Nothing,” he soothed, smoothing his hand over the side of your head. “I just wanted to say you were right.”

A sleepy smile spread across your face, and you moved your head just slightly to look into Fred’s eyes.

“Was I now?” you asked, nuzzling your head against the soft fleece of his sweatshirt.

“Mmhm,” Fred’s voice rumbled in his chest. “You told me I have nothing to worry about, meeting your family. And you were right. I loved it. I love them.”

You beamed, reaching up to cup Freddie’s neck gently, pressing a kiss to his stubbly jaw.

“I love you,” you whispered, knowing this was the perfect opportunity for such an admission – one you had been certain of long ago. “And they love you. It was the best Christmas, baby. Thank you.”

[sixmapleleafs]

Can you please write 1. “You’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”, where he's like Mr. Frederik "Grinch" Andersen ! (Although I saw somewhere Freddie saying his favorite holiday was Christmas) 😂😂

I decided to do this one from Freddie’s pov!

“You’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”

You and Y/n weren’t exactly best friends, long story short, you were pretty sure she thought you were the most irritating person she had ever met and you, well your feelings for her were complicated to say the least. You thought she was amazing. But there was some obstacles. For starters, she was the younger sister of your new captain and if that wasn’t enough she also seemed to find everything you said or did to be infuriating, which you had to admit you didn’t hate, seeing her all flustered and annoyed was amusing to say the least.

Arriving at the Staal’s house with Nino, you immediately spotted her playing with her nieces and nephew and god did she look gorgeous. You mingled for a while before deciding to grab a drink.

“Hey y/n” you leant against the counter, flashing her a cocky grin that made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Frederik” she huffed out. Cute. “Having fun?”

“Not really, I actually hate halloween”

“What? How can you hate halloween? It’s the best holiday, other than Christmas” she said accusingly making you chuckle.

“I just find it pointless, always have, even when I was a kid” you explained taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh come on, you must have liked trick or treating” she said folding her arms over her chest, looking at you with that look that let you know you’d got under her skin.

“Nope” you snickered watching her reaction closely.

“Actually that makes sense, you’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”

“Wow, you really think that low of me? That I’d ruin it for little kids? I know you hate me but that’s a bit mean, Y/n” you teased and you saw her expression soften.

“No…I didn’t mean it like that” she stepped closer to you, her breathing getting quicker and you started to worry you’d push her too far.

“I was only joking Y/n, don’t worry” you placed a gentle hand on her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

“It’s not that…I just don’t want you to think that I hate you…because I really don’t, Freddie” your brows furrowed in confusion - she had never called you anything other than Frederik before.

You took a deep breath before continuing, her perfume clouding your senses and your judgement, “well, then how do you feel about me, Y/n?”

“I wish you weren’t my brothers teammate, so I didn’t have to pretend I didn’t like you so much” she admitted quietly, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers nervously. Hooking your finger under her chin, you tilted her head up until you could look in her eyes. Smiling softly, you leant down giving her a gentle kiss before pulling away slightly to lean your forehead against hers.

“What the fuck is this?” You jumped away from her smaller frame at the sound of her brothers voice echoing through the kitchen.

Oh shit.

[stardusttkachuk]

I got one for blurb requests!! From List 2 - #82 (maybe 82 too, since they work together.) with Freddie? (or beau, or someone else I don't know!) just love the idea!

82. Learning their native language (if you don’t know it) so that you can speak with their friends and family.

A/N: I used google translate for the phrases. I don't speak danish (though deeply wish I did) so any errors are thanks to google. Translations are listed here:

Jeg er så glad for at du er her - I'm so glad you're here.

Også mig - me too

Det er dejligt endelig at møde dig - it's nice to finally meet you

overraskelse - surprise

Jeg elsker dig - i love you

----

"You alright?" Freddie asked. He must've noticed the way you tensed when the plane started moving.

You'd been on several flights before, following him to certain games, vacations with him, even before meeting him you'd flown to different places. But this was a long trip, and a very important one at that.

You and Frederik were flying to Denmark, where you'd be meeting his family. You had spoken to them a few times, and unofficially met them over FaceTime, but this would be the first in person meeting. To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You nodded, holding onto his outstretched hand. "Nerves," you said.

"For the flight?"

"And meeting your family."

Freddie furrowed his brows. "You've met them."

"Yeah. I mean, we've FaceTimed them. But I've never met them in person."

He shrugged. "They already love you. You have nothing to be nervous about."

---

Freddie's mom was there to pick you up when you landed in Herning and spent the entire ride to the house getting to know you, hardly ever talking to Freddie besides a simple 'hello' and 'it's good to see you'.

His little brother was the first to greet you both at the door, immediately running to hug Frederik. Within a few seconds, he had moved on to hug you.

"Jeg er så glad for at du er her," he said.

"Ah. Valdemar, Y/N doesn't speak--"

"Også mig," you said, patting the younger boy on the back. "Uh.. det er dejligt endelig at møde dig"

The smile on Valdemar's face stretched from ear to ear. And Frederik's jaw was nearly on the floor. Besides a few phrases, Frederik hadn't taught you much of his native language. However, you'd taken it upon yourself to learn as much as you could before meeting his family.

Freddie wrapped his arm around your shoulders when his little brother had run off. "I didn't think you spoke danish," he said.

"Not fluently. I've been practicing though. In preparation for finally meeting your family and coming here."

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple. "I would've loved to have known this. I could've helped."

"I wanted it to be a surprise. So... overraskelse."

Freddie chuckled. "Jeg elsker dig"

[beauvibaby]

who cares - f.andersen

a/n: I had to repost bc the tags didn’t work 🥺

word count: 1.9k

I slipped my dress on, not being able to fully zip up the back, I sighed, gathering the last of my accessories, and carrying my heels by the straps, my feet padding down the hard floors quietly. I was about to pop my head around the corner to get Freddie’s attention, needing him to fix the back of my dress, but my ears perked up as I heard my name being mentioned between him and Auston. I leaned against the wall, “she’s so young, it’s hard.” I heard Freddie speak up, my smile faltered, I was waiting for a but and the sentence to continue but it didn’t, his words hung in the air for a while. “That’s never bothered either of you before.” Auston pointed out and I could hear some shuffling, and I panicked rushing quietly back down towards the room. I slipped my heels on before walking back towards them, making my presence known as they patiently awaited me for a fancy maple leafs press event. “Freddie, can you zip me up?” I called softly, not wanting my voice to give me away. I stood sticking my head out, holding my dress to my front as they glanced over, “yeah.” He mumbled with a smile, approaching me, and I gave him one in return, forcing the words to the back of my mind, but who was I fooling, they kept replaying in my head, over and over. She’s so young, it’s hard. He’d never said anything like that, for goodness sakes, I was supposed to be moving in with him this summer, we had planned it as I was graduating college. It was perfect to me, and I thought it was too him but now I wondered. “You alright, baby?” Freddie whispered after he zipped my dress up, his hands lingering on my shoulders as the straps fell into place. I grimaced are the pet name that he’s always used, suddenly feeling like it was an insult rather than a term of endearment. “I’m okay.”

Stephanie and I were huddled up together watching as the guys lined up to do interviews, I was anxiously shifting on my feet, “I’ve tried to bite my tongue, but, there’s something clearly bothering you.” She sighed, I was undoubtedly the closest with her out of everyone’s girlfriends. I glanced over at her, “what did he do? Do I have to hurt him? I can make Mitch stay quiet.” She rushed her words, instantly picking up that I was angry at Freddie. “He didn’t do anything, actually that’s kind of the problem.” I admitted and she furrowed her brows, shooting Mitch a smile when he met her eyes, she looked back towards me. “I overheard him and Auston talking, Freddie said something about me being so young, and how it’s hard. Then I heard them moving and panicked.” I explained, fiddling with my freshly manicured nails. “Oh girl, I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. He’s all about you, every time I see him and you’re not there it’s always ‘y/n did this’ or ‘I wish y/n was here’. He’s pathetically in love with you.” She assured me, but of course her words couldn’t fully sink in as I told myself even she had to have her doubts. “I’m 22, he’s 30, it’s never bothered me or really anyone that knows us, but suddenly he’s telling Auston how hard it is?” I sighed, glancing up as I felt his eyes on me, he was looking at me, to anyone else he would’ve looked blank, or tired. But to me, I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind, his eyes darted between mine, trying to see if I was upset over something. I forced a smile onto my face which eased him up a little bit as he continued down the parade of reporters. “You should talk to him, you guys have never let this stop you before. Why start now.” Steph gave me her last words of assurance as Mitch started approaching, she met him halfway, placing a kiss to his cheek as she walked off with him. I took the few short steps to the waiter who had a tray of champagne, “thank you.” I mumbled taking the glass, and pressing it to my lips nearly instantly. “Yes ma’am.” He responded, I could feel him give me a once over. I turned away from his gaze feeling uncomfortable, I smiled as I saw Freddie approaching me. “Hi.” I sighed in relief, even though those thoughts still danced around my mind. I laughed as Freddie out a hand slightly lower on my back than he normally did in public, I could tell he was shooting the waiter a look. “Don’t be so jealous.” I teased, lacing our fingers together.

He let a soft chuckle past his lips, “says the one who gets pouty when someone else wears an Andersen jersey.” He tsked, I rolled my eyes softly. “Hey, I used to be one of those girls, I know what they’re saying about you.” I reminded him and a pink tint crept up his neck as he ordered a drink from the bar. “Y/N?” Freddie asked after a short silence, I looked up from my flute glass, “yeah?” I replied, glancing at his hand that subconsciously started squeezing mine tighter. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, is everything alright?” He murmured, giving the bartender a silent thank you with the nod of his head as his drink appeared in front of him. “I’m fine, let’s just enjoy the night.” I assured him, adjusting the tie around his neck for a moment. He gave me a hesitant look but knew I wouldn’t budge so he dropped it and we started mingling the night away.

***

The elevator ride up to Freddie’s apartment was quiet, dare I say awkward, something I had never felt around him. Neither of us were tipsy, both barely finishing our one alcoholic drinks of the night, not feeling like being inhibited tonight. He held the door open for me and I walked in, sighing in relief when I could finally remove these heels. “Baby-“ I cut him off with an unintentionally loud sigh and he raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes, Freddie?” I bit back my tone, my voice coming out soft and tired instead. “I was just going to say that you looked beautiful tonight, and thank you for coming with me.” He explained, watching me cautiously. I looked him over, feeling guilty as I never complimented him on his look tonight either. “Of course, you know I’ll always go with you to these things. You looked very handsome tonight.” I responded, walking over to give him a quick peck. He cupped my face, gently keeping me in place longer than I had planned but I began to melt into him. “My love,” I gave in at his words, he knew that was the way to get me to open up, he had stumbled across it on accident one time, trying to get me to calm down when I was panicking over a finals exam. Ever since then he’s reserved it for moments like this, where he was genuinely worried for my wellbeing, knowing something was clearly bothering me. “Did someone say something tonight?” He questioned when I silently looked up at him, my eyes a little shiny with tears. I nodded my head, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to tell him what happened. “I heard you and Auston talking while I was getting ready.” I admitted and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why would that upset you? What did you hear?” He looked genuinely confused, I stepped out of his gentle hold giving him a soft glare. “She’s so young, it’s hard.” I repeated his words and his face fell, “is that all you heard?” He questioned. I nodded, looking to my feet, “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would only make you realize again how much younger than you I am.” I admitted, hating myself for saying it as I looked up and saw his face, I assumed what I had said was true when he broke into a small smile. “It’s not funny, I can’t believe you’re laughing!” I gasped, turning away to walk towards the bedroom, needing to be away from him. I heard him following me, “y/n, I’m laughing because you didn’t hear everything I told Auston.” Freddie explained, grabbing my hand and I spun towards him with a few silent tears on my face. “Hey,” he murmured, frowning when he saw how genuinely distraught I was, “baby,” I flinched at the name once more and his face went completely blank, “don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He sighed, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Why not? I just told you my biggest fear and you laughed.” I knew I was guilt tripping him but I didn’t care. “Wait, that’s your biggest fear?” He looked taken back by my words. I nodded softly, “losing you is my biggest fear.” I muttered, inhaling sharply when he tackled me to the bed in a hug.

“After Auston said it never bothered either of us before,” he paused making sure I was fully listening to him. “I told him it would never bother me, but I was worried about people making you feel bad, I was worried you’d think I’m holding you back.” He told me and this time I was the one who was confused. “Freddie, why would I think you’re holding me back?” I slowly sat up, forcing him to sit beside me. “Because you’re 22, you should be out going to parties, and doing what normal college students do, but instead you’re going to my hockey games every weekend, and staying in because I don’t want to go out to every bar in town.” I let a laugh fall from my lips at his words, much like he had done to me. He gave me a look and I stopped, “honey,” he rolled his eyes at my choice of name, I always did it to poke fun at him, but it never failed to get a smile out of him. I moved to be straddling him, as best as I could in my dress, “I fell in love with you because of all those things, I don’t like getting drunk every weekend, I don’t like being surrounded by all those perverted men in bars,” I paused letting a chuckle fall from his mouth, I rested my forehead against his. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, about us, who cares what people think? I love you and I love staying in every weekend with you, and I love going to your hockey games, and wearing your jersey. I love everything about us.” I sealed my statement with a kiss, and he circled his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as he possibly could. “I love you.” He muttered against my lips, I smiled moving to hide my face in his neck, he did the same to me. “So does this mean I still get to move in?” I teased, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck. “You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easy did you?” He responded, I laughed against him, “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you earlier, we could’ve had much more fun at the event if I had.” I sighed leaning back in his grip, he shook his head, “I should’ve talked to you too.” He shrugged it off, not wanting to ruin this moment. “But I can think of a few ways to liven up the night a bit.”

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[plasticfilth]

Lemme start this off by saying thank youuuuuu for helping me get through isolation, your writing is a god send (even though apparently I'm now a fan of an *shudders* Islander)... I've been in a Freddie Andersen mood lately so what do you think isolation with one of our fav fridges would be like? Love yaaaaa

converting people to like players is my brand. you are so kind thank you so much 🖤

isolation with freddie would truly be an insight into your future together, especially with how easy it is to be around him.

he’s just so laid back and follows your lead with everything and anything you’d want to do to pass time.

unless you can’t make up your mind, for instance choosing what’s for dinner, he’ll take over.

he just wants you on him all the time, curled into his large body.

his hands on you all the time, either on your waist when he walks past or rubbing your thigh when watching t.v.

even when he’s playing videos with his teammates he wants you in his lap.

you’re constantly wearing his shirts that are so big on your body you can practically swim in them.

“oh darling, what a sight,” he’d constantly praise.

being home means you can finally paint that feature wall you’ve been meaning to get done.

his tall body panting the top half and you the bottom, working as a team.

working out together but it’s hard to keep up with him so he ends up carrying you and every sit up you do, you kiss his lips.

he’s a sucker for it.

him walking around without a shirt on like all the time and it’s beautiful.

after being all sweaty and tired you get to celebrate with a hot shower.

[ilyasorokinn]

carolina hurricanes

* = from a prompt list 

sebastian aho ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

✷ exile - a fic based on "exile" from taylor swift's folklore album. (from the “taylor’s version” series)

blurbs,

✷ right and wrong - y/n and sebastian are expecting, and everyone’s criticism is finally getting to her. *

frederik andersen !

blurbs,

✷ the night we met - freddie tells his children about him and y/n met. *

series,

✷ andersen adventures - frederik andersen, and his life with his son, elias.

seth jarvis !

blurbs,

✷ best girl's day - y/n thinks she's going to a normal girl's day, but seth has a surprise. *

✷ not okay - after getting injured in game 5, seth feels fine, but after the hard-hit in game 7, seth doesn't feel so hot.

✷ paul the star - in an interview, y/n recounts meeting seth and the most famous person in their family, paul.

tyson jost !

fics,

✷ not home - after getting a new job, y/n has to move. but with moving means leaving tyson. and where tyson isn't, that just isn't home.

✷ out of the blue - the trade and the aftermath.

✷ perfectly perfect - tyson and y/n. y/n and tyson. that's always how it's been. they're best friends, roommates, and each other's person. phrase it however you want. y/n and tyson were perfect for each other and everyone could see it, except them.

✷ under the mistletoe - for years, people have watched y/n and tyson dance around their feelings until they finally have enough. at the annual avs christmas party, the guys put a plan in motion to finally get them to admit their feelings for each other. and of course, mistletoe is involved. (part of the “taylor’s very merry christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ goodbye - y/n, after breaking up with tyson, says goodbye to their apartment and all the memories.

✷ kinda cliche - y/n and tyson are kind of cliche, but that's what makes them them.

✷ keep on wooing - even though y/n and tyson have been together a while, tyson still does whatever it takes to make it feel new.

✷ beauty is pain - y/n and tyson are at a wedding, and while dancing, y/n's feet start to hurt.

✷ chicken tendies - tyson, ever the doting boyfriend, get's y/n her favorite drunk snack, chicken tendies.

✷ prince charming - tyson is y/n's prince charming after she comes home with a massive headache.

series,

✷ the jost family - tyson jost, and his life with his two kids, noah and rory.

pyotr kochetkov

imagines,

✷ coming home for christmas - y/n and pyotr were on opposite sides of the country and when pyotr heard y/n couldn’t get a flight home, he was heartbroken. what he didn’t know was his teammates had secretly gotten y/n a ticket home and planned to surprise him and she was, in fact, coming home. (part of "taylor's very merry chrismtas" series)

blurbs,

✷ one week - pyotr gets called back up to the canes, so he and y/n have to say their goodbyes to each other before saying goodbye for a long week.

✷ shopping buddy - pyotr walks into a grocery store more confused than he's ever been and walks out for a girl's number a cart full of snacks.

✷ surprise - y/n finds out her boyfriend shaved her head through social media.

jesperi kotkaniemi !

imagines,

✷ five times you pull tiktok pranks on him, and one time he pulls one on you - five times you pull tiktok pranks on him, and one time he pulls one on you, or all the times y/n pulls tiktok pranks jesperi.

ryan suzuki !

blurbs,

✷ ryan? - you play a tiktok prank on ryan by calling him by his first name. *

andrei svechnikov !

imagines,

✷ the great pumpkin hunt - y/n forces andrei to find the perfect pumpkin, even if it takes all day. (part of “taylor’s 5 days of halloween” series)

✷ gilded - andrei goes to his first met gala.

blurbs,

✷ kids? - andrei asks about kids after watching y/n interact with kids.

✷ murphy, stealer of hearts - y/n and andrei stopped at the store to get food for their cat, but end up leaving with more than just feed.

✷ love on the ranch - after the canes visit the y/l/n ranch, andrei can't get y/n out of his head.

series,

✷ mr. and new. svechnikov - andrei svechnikov, and his life with his two kids, theodore and anastasia.

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[literaryslapshot]

She gets a custom made jersey with his name and number (from when he played) on the back of the teams jerseys as a joke and wears it to the game one day to surprise him on a particularly bad week- make him smile at least

It's all that lockerroom talks about until he shuts it down, gotta get dialed in

And the kiss after the game when he sees her last name across her shoulder blades for the first time in so long?????

-💍

woahhhhhh this is crazyyyy

lets first establish: does he coach high school??? college??? minors???? i vote college. the school had a jersey themed night for the game, all across the arena you see jerseys everywhere so yours didn’t stand out too bad right. but he had always been able to spot you out of a crowd; he saw the hot red jersey with the letters 31 sewn onto the sleeves. He didn’t need to see the back for him to smile s little harder when he waved. But he was very good and didn’t think about it all game, staying focused and getting his team to stay in the game. When the game ended you were already waiting for him below the arena in the hallway, waiting for him to get out of the press conference. The grin on his face when he looked you up and down was worth it, seeing him chuckle when you gave him a spin with his old jersey on. It made him feel proud again, a different type of proud.

[mp0625]

Come join the discord!!!!! We have lots of awesome people!!! We had a Christmas fic exchange and we might be having a summer one!! We have many awesome writers here!! We do movie nights and game nights!! Lots of fun stuff

Hello Hockey people come join the discord @swissboyhisch and I are two of the admins. We would love to meet more girlies that like hockey.

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[laurenairay]

Total word count: 111,688 Number of stories: 14 Number of blurbs: 33 Number of headcanons: 27

What a year!

Thank you so much for all of the love and support you’ve shown me and my writing over 2023. Over 111,000 words across full-length stories, blurbs and headcanons, throughout writing for players old and new – I can hardly get my head around the content I produced this year! I truly believe I have written some of my best (if not, my favourite!) works in 2023, and the interaction, comments & feedback I have received from all of you has been so genuinely heartwarming. I really cannot thank you enough, and there are definitely not enough words to show you the depth of my appreciation.

I have spoken to (and met!) so many amazing mutuals this year, and although I am not always the best with keeping in touch, mostly due to time differences, I adore all of you. Everyone who follows me has a special place in my heart – some days this ridiculous place is my only solace, giving me that bit of joy I cannot find anywhere else, and to know that I have a place here makes me so happy.

I have also read so many incredible stories from all of you as well! If anyone wants to read the fics that I have reblogged, please search on the ‘fic rec’ tag on my page – you won’t regret reading the work of these talented writers!

Here’s to a whirlwind 2023 – I hope you all have the most wonderful time bringing in 2024!

Just in summary, below the cut are all the full-length stories I’ve posted this year, which can all be found in my fic masterlist, as can the blurbs and the headcanons.

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January: Casey Cizikas – It’s a dangerous thing Tyson Jost – I’m the first in line

March: Cale Makar – you can’t blame a girl for trying

April: Jack Hughes – I loved and I loved and I lost you

May: Anthony Beauvillier – we’re lost and found

June: Jeff Skinner – gotta trust how you feel inside Frederik Andersen – I’ll always guide you home

July: Tyson Jost – the slightest chance love might exist

August: Jake Oettinger – taking on the world together Quinn Hughes – I need your hands on me, sweet relief

September: Nico Hischier - sometimes you just don’t know the answer Ryan Graves – When the time is right

November: Sidney Crosby – I’m still haunted by the memories

December: Philipp Grubauer – I never thought

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Tagging a few of you ❤️: @wyattjohnston @matthewtkachuk @tippedbykreider @jostyriggslover96 @thebookofmags @starshine-hockey-girl @typical-simplelove @fallinallincurls @senditcolton @kurlyteuvo @texanstarslove @cellythefloshie @sorryjustafangirl @thomasschabot @horsesandhockeyplayers @jostystyles @lam-ila

[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.

[bunting27]

bunting27′s 100 follower celly !

if you would have told me literally the day before i posted canvas that i’d have a handful of successful fics and 100 followers i’d look at you like you were absolutely batshit and needed therapy. thank you <3 

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