#benkindelfluff

[scelebrini]

Would love to see some Ben Kindel x childhood sweetheart ! Maybe some fluff or smut !

BK81.||ben kindel.

fluff.

ben’s gf surprising him at an away game.

I looked in the mirror one last time, a smile tugging at my lips as I took in my reflection. I was just waiting for the Uber to arrive and take me away to the arena where Ben was playing tonight. I had flown in early this morning, the excitement of surprising him taking over. We hadn’t seen each other in a week, and for us, that felt like a lifetime.

Ben and I met back in school when we were only ten years old. What started as childhood friendship eventually blossomed into a deep, steady love that had survived every level of his hockey career.

When I finally arrived at the arena, the familiar chill of the rink hit me, along with that specific scent of ice and anticipation. I grabbed my pass, tucked it into my jacket, and made my way down toward the glass. A small group of wives and girlfriends—the WAGs—were already gathered there, waiting for warm-ups to begin.

“Omg, hi, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed, her face lighting up as I approached.

I couldn't help but beam. It was rare for many of the partners to travel for away games, but I was happy to see a few familiar faces in the crowd. “Ben doesn’t even know I’m here,” I whispered conspiratorially.

They all broke into grins. “Oh, he’s going to be so happy,” she replied.

“I hope so,” I sighed, leaning against the cold glass. “I know it's only been a week, but it feels much longer.”

The atmosphere shifted as the arena lights dimmed, replaced by the dramatic glow of the pre-game show. The crowd's energy spiked as the players began skating out onto the ice, the blades cutting through the fresh surface with a rhythmic *crunch*. We all cheered, waving as they began their laps around the rink.

I watched the jerseys blur past until I caught the eyes of a few of his teammates. They did double-takes, clearly recognizing me in the front row. Finally, I saw Crosby glance over; he nudged Ben and pointed straight at me.

Ben’s head whipped around, and the second he saw me, his entire face transformed. He didn't even finish his lap before skating hard toward my section of the glass.

“BABY!” he yelled, his voice muffled by the thick plexy glass. He started banging on the glass with his gloves as if I were the star player and he was the fan.

“Hi, handsome,” I said, my voice raised just enough to carry, though I couldn't stop laughing at his reaction.

“I had no idea you were coming!” he beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“It was a surprise!” I laughed, watching him shake his head in disbelief.

“You definitely got me.” His smile was absolutely adorable as he leaned in, pressing his lips to the glass. I watched the surface fog up from his breath, creating a small, hazy circle between us. I followed suit, leaning forward to press my lips against the same spot on my side of the glass.

When we both pulled away, he reached down, snagged a puck off the ice with his stick, and expertly flipped it over the high netting toward me. I caught it against my chest, the rubber still cold.

“That’s for my number one fan,” he said, winking and blowing me a kiss.

“Aww,” the girls beside me cooed. One of the wives quickly grabbed my phone, snapping a burst of photos to capture the moment. Ben leaned his shoulder against the glass for one last "hug," and I mirrored him, pressing my palm flat against his through the barrier.

With one last blowing kiss and a lingering look, he skated back into the line, looking more energized than I’d seen him all season.

i need to sleep.

[scelebrini]

could you please write something about Ben Kindel’s teammates teasing him about his childhood sweetheart and how much he’s in love with her? xx

BK81.||ben kindel.

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ben gets teased when his gf drops him off clothes after practice because he forgot.

"Here you go, baby," I smiled, walking into the Penguins' dressing room.

Ben had forgotten to bring a change of comfy clothes for after the game and had called me in a mild panic, asking if I could track some down and bring them over.

"Thank you." He immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a warm hug and pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips as he took the folded clothes from my hands.

"I love you," he murmured, holding me tight against his chest.

I couldn't help but laugh, especially since we weren't exactly alone. All around us, his teammates were stripping off their gear, openly watching his dramatic display of affection with highly amused expressions.

"Kindel, any tighter and she might become with child," Skinner laughed, unstrapping his pads and shaking his head.

Ben whipped his head around, a sudden, awkward flush creeping up his neck. He quickly kissed me again, deflecting the chirping, and guided me over to sit directly on his lap.

"You're supposed to be changing," Karlsson pointed out, throwing a rolled-up towel right at Ben's head, which Ben narrowly dodged.

"Here, baby, I'll go wait outside for you, okay?" I said, highly entertained by the relentless teasing but knowing they actually needed to clear out.

"What? Why?" Ben looked up at me, his eyes instantly turning into giant, sad puppy-dog eyes. The grip around my waist tightened significantly, locking me in place.

"Because you actually have to get changed, Ben," I said gently, trying to pry his hands loose, which only made him pout deeper.

"Kindel, she’s not going to get kidnapped in the hallway," Malkin chimed in from across the room, causing me to burst out laughing.

"Don’t laugh at them," Ben muttered, his pout growing impossibly bigger.

"Seriously, you're going to kill her with that grip. Let the girl breathe," Crosby shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Giving Ben one last reassuring pat on the cheek, I finally managed to slip out of his hold. I waved to the guys, leaving the chaotic locker room to wait in the quieter, brightly lit hallway outside.

Back inside, Ben huffed loudly, glaring at the room. "You guys are so mean."

He begrudgingly started to change into the fresh clothes I'd brought, the heavy pout firmly glued to his lips.

"We know you love her, don’t cry about it," Skinner said, laughing at how dramatic he was being.

But Ben didn’t find it funny at all. "You guys literally ran her out of here."

Anxious to get back to me, he practically flew through the rest of his routine. He yanked his shorts on, threw his gear aside, and began shoving everything into his bag at record speed, desperate to leave.

"We did not!" Malkin called out, but his voice was drowned out by the collective laughter of the room as Ben zipped his bag with a loud snap, gripped the handle, and bolted for the door.

When the dressing room door flew open, I looked up from my phone in surprise.

"Wow, you were fast," I giggled, instantly noticing that the stubborn pout hadn't left his face. I leaned up on my tiptoes to kiss it away.

"They were bullying me," he complained, his voice dropping into a low, dramatic whine as he wrapped an arm securely around my shoulders, steering me toward the exit.

"They were not," I laughed, leaning into his side and hugging him tight before we finally made it out to the parking lot and got into the car.

guys i didn’t know how to write this i tried my best.

[scelebrini]

hey queen!! could you do something with reader comforting ben kindle feeling disappointed about the playoffs? love your writing :)

BK81.||ben kindel.

fluff.

comforting a sad ben.

I sat among the other WAGs in the family room, watching the intense playoff game unfold in front of us. The score was locked at 0-0, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a skate blade now that we were in overtime.

I sat on the very edge of my chair, watching closely and anxiously as I saw Ben switch onto the ice. My custom playoff jacket, with his name and number emblazoned across my back, was worn proudly, though I was gripping the hem of it so hard my knuckles were white. There were only two minutes left in overtime when Ben skated hard, trying to defend a Flyers player. He lunged, but he couldn't quite reach as the puck was centered to a teammate, leading them to score the game-winner.

The goal ended the series 4-2. The Penguins were out, and just like that, they were being sent home.

The room gasped in unison. Smiles fell instantly, but everyone quickly shifted into "brave face" mode because we knew we’d have to be the ones to console our significant others after a loss this devastating. I remained in my seat for a moment, watching as the Jumbotron panned toward Ben. He sat on the bench, huffing and pouting miserably, his chest heaving under his pads before he was directed to get back on the ice for the handshake line.

I took that as my sign to get up and follow the other women to the waiting area near the locker room. I zipped my jacket up to my chin and shoved my hands in my pockets, taking a seat as the boys began to trickle through the tunnel. Sad looks were plastered on their faces as they gave us brief, tired nods. When Ben appeared, he had that familiar pout on his lips and his eyebrows were knit tightly together.

His helmet hung loosely in his hand. If it were possible to drag your feet in skates, I think he would have. I looked at him intensely, but he pointedly tried not to meet my eyes; he knew he would break the second he saw his comfort person, and he was desperate to stay strong for the team.

He walked straight into the locker room without a word. I pulled my phone out and called an Uber to take us back to the hotel where we’d be staying until our 6:00 AM flight. Fifteen minutes passed before the doors swung open again. Ben handed his hockey bag to a staff member, exchanging a few quiet words and a heavy-hearted hug before he finally walked over to me.

“Good job, love. You did the best you could. I’m so proud of you,” I whispered.

He hugged me immediately, his head dipping into the crook of my neck as I rubbed his back. “I’m so bad,” he whispered back, his voice cracking as he fought to hold back his emotions in Flyers territory.

“You’re not bad. You tried your best and you played so well,” I told him firmly. I held his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me, and kissed his plump lips before wiping away a few stray tears that had finally escaped. “I don't care if you lost, because having you as my boyfriend is already a win.”

He sniffled and nodded, though my speech didn't seem to lighten his mood. We walked out of the arena in silence and slid into the back of the Uber. He laid his head lazily on my shoulder, resting his hands in my lap, that pout glued to his face the entire ride.

Once we got into the hotel room, he plopped face-down on the bed with a long, hollow sigh. I started to change into a sweater and shorts—something easy to travel in—until I heard it: the soft whimpers and ragged cries finally falling from his lips. I turned around to see his shoulders shaking as he stayed curled up on the mattress.

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. All the bitterness of the loss was finally spilling out of him.

“I tried to get to him... I couldn’t skate fast enough,” he choked out, his voice muffled by the pillows.

“That’s not your fault, bubs. There were four other people on the ice, not just you,” I reminded him gently. He shifted slightly to rest his head on my lap, and I began to scratch his scalp, running my fingers through his hair. “Remember, it was the Pens vs the Flyers, not kindel vs the Flyers.”

I could feel his wet face against my bare legs as he let out a few more soft cries. I let him get it all out until he finally sat up. His eyes were red and puffy, and his nose was stuffed; he looked like a total disaster. I reached over to grab a Kleenex, cleaning his nose and using my sleeves to wipe the salt from his cheeks.

“Let’s just cuddle until we have to leave, yeah?” I suggested.

He gave a small, shaky nod and followed me under the covers. He tucked himself against my chest, sniffling softly as I held him close. I sighed, feeling his heartbeat level out against mine, knowing that while tonight hurt, he was going to be okay.

sad that the pens are out but go habs go!!!

[scelebrini]

could you write something fluffy about ben kindel? there aren’t many people here who write about him, so im glad i discovered your account!

BK81.||ben kindel.

fluff.

ben teaching his gf how to skate.

“Ben, waitttt! I can’t get on,” I whined, watching him effortless glide onto the smooth sheet of ice in his backyard.

We had come to Vancouver to visit his family for the holidays, and out of all the days we'd been here, he decided today was the perfect day to finally teach me how to skate. The air was crisp, puffing into white clouds every time I breathed, and the backyard rink looked beautiful—but incredibly intimidating.

“Come on, baby. Yes, you can,” he smiled, turning backward with an ease that made me entirely envious. “Just put one foot on, then kick off with the other one so you can glide over to me.”

I shook my head, my eyes locked onto the shiny, slippery surface. I was terrified. “Baby, I’ll fall,” I protested, taking a few tentative, clunky steps in my skates until I was standing right at the edge of the ice.

“It’s okay to fall. I used to wipe out on this exact ice all the time when I was a kid,” he laughed, effortlessly skating back over to where I stood.

“Well, I don’t want to,” I muttered, defensively crossing my arms over my chest.

He chuckled, the sound warm despite the freezing weather. “Here, come here,” he said softly, extending his gloved hands toward me. “I've got you. Just take my hands.”

Deep breath. I took a shaky step forward, squeezing his hands the second my blades hit the ice. My ankles immediately wobbled, and my heart did a little flip, but Ben’s grip was solid as iron. He braced his weight, keeping me perfectly steady as he slowly skated backward, pulling me along with him.

"See? You're doing it," he teased, a triumphant grin breaking across his face. "Look at you, a natural."

"I am literally holding onto you for dear life, Benjamin," I gasped, my eyes glued to my feet as they slowly slid across the ice. "If you let go, I am taking you down with me."

"I'm not letting go, I promise," he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, reassuring tone that always calmed me down. He slowed to a stop near the center of the rink, keeping his hands firmly wrapped around mine. "Now, look up at me. Stop looking at your feet."

I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze to his. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and his eyes were bright, looking down at me with so much affection it made my nerves melt just a little.

"Now," Ben whispered, shifting so he was standing right beside me instead of in front of me, wrapping one strong arm securely around my waist. "Let's try a real stride. Together. Ready?"

i’m sorry i had nothing left in me for this.