#dad!freddie

[ilyasorokinn]

introducing: andersen adventures

code name (how we'll refer to y/n): elskede

children: elias ernst andersen, alma julia andersen

✷ frederik andersen and his wife met through a teammate's wife after she suggested y/n to help freddie design his home.

✷ they have two children together. their first, named elias andersen, was born july 2020. and ther second, alma julia andersen, was born april 2023.

✷ the nickname "elskede" comes from freddie who called y/n "elskede" when they first started dating.

✷ elias and gavin giroux are best friends.

✷ they have a dog named jasper who was the first person to figure out y/n was pregnant both times.

✷ elias’ middle name, ernst, comes from freddie’s dad. alma’s middle name, julia, was the name the couple almost named her.

✷ y/n works as an interior designer and decorates houses all throughout north carolina.

alma (pronounced ahl-muh)

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There's about 17 different ways that I could present this, but I got this idea from a tik tok:

One of Dad!Freddie's teammates come into the locker room coughing, obviously sick. Freddie has never felt better, "Fred, our kids are in the same grade, how are you not sick right now?"

"Don't share shit with walking petri dishes."

"...what?"

"I don't share food or drinks with my kid, dude. They're walking petri dishes, it don't matter how often they wash their hands, they're gross. If my kid wants to take a sip of my drink, it's theirs now, or they use a different straw. I cut shit off and they use a different fork."

Like, just the idea of Freddie Anderson being like, "kids are germy and weird" is funny to me.

And the entire locker room is watching Freddie Anderson: Dad of The Year look someone straight-faced and go, "kids are gross as fuck" they're all either shocked or laughing

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Nahhh this is SOOOOO him. He’s the dad that loves his kids so much, will do anything for his kids, but def talks shit about them all the time. Like he loves his kids to death. But he talks mad shit

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Day 19- Christmas Baking

A/N: Prompt #19 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! Sorry I didn’t get this up yesterday. Life got a bit out of wack. For those of you that haven’t read my other daughter!reader fics, ‘Dad’ is Jim and ‘Papa’ is Freddie.

Pairing: Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton w/ daughter!reader

Summary: You have a bake sale at school that you need help with. Your dad is a great help. Your papa…not so much.

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You came bounding inside, your hands filled with groceries. Your dad followed behind you, holding some groceries as well.

“Daddy, can we get started now?”

“After we put everything away, sweetheart.”

You helped him put the things that you didn’t need away and then looked to him.

“Now?”

Your dad chuckled. “Yes, now we can. Grab the big bowl from the cupboard next to the sink and we’ll get started.”

You did as you were and came back to your dad.

“Alright, so we need two eggs, two cups of sugar, and…”

You lost what your said when the front door opened.

“Hello, my lovies!”

Your dad seemed confused but you ran to see your papa bending down to pet one of the cats.

“Papa!” You ran to him.

He pulled you into a hug and kissed your hair. “Hello, darling.”

“What are you doing home?”

“Oh, your Uncle John had to go home to see Aunt Veronica, so we all decided to come home.”

You frowned at him. “Is Aunt Veronica okay?”

Your papa tucked some of your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile. “Yes, she’s fine. Just feeling a bit sick before she has the baby.”

You nodded, accepting his answer.

“Y/N! Are we going to help?”

“Coming!” You took Papa’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Can Papa help?”

Your dad looked at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I don’t know, love. He might not…”

“I can help!” Your papa spoke up.

Your dad raised an eyebrow at your papa. “Alright. Could you grab the vanilla extract?”

Your papa’s eyes widened and he looked to you.

You giggled and motioned for him to bend down so you could whisper to him.

“It’s in the brown bottle up there,” you pointed to where you knew the vanilla was.

He went and took some a few extra moments to find it and then held it out to your dad, triumphantly.

“Alright, but these are for Y/N’s bake sale at school so they can donate money to The Toy Project for children.”

Your papa put one hand on his chest. “You say that as if I’ll mess them up somehow.”

Your dad didn’t say anything, but grabbed the measuring cups from the drawer.

“I think you can do it, Papa,” you told him.

“Thank you, lovie. I knew I could count on you.”

The three of you then got to work. Well, your dad and you got to work. Your papa tried.

“Jim, darling, what does ‘TSP’ mean?” “Y/N, what does ‘beat the eggs’ mean? That seems a bit rude.”

You and your dad met eyes a few times and traded secret smiles.

After the cookies were in the oven, you got the frosting ready.

“Decorating. Much more my speed,” your papa actually looked excited for that part.

The three of you waited for cookies and your papa told you all about his day at the studio with your uncles. It always liked hearing those stories. They usually seemed to have fun.

Finally, the oven went off and your dad got them out of the oven.

“Okay, we have to wait a few minutes before we try to put frosting on them.”

“Because?” Your papa asked.

“Because, Papa, if we put it on the warm cookies, it’ll melt.”

“Ah,” your papa nodded and then looked at you. “See, what would I do without you and your smarts?”

You grinned and listened while your papa and dad were talking about the holidays coming up and what you would be doing so that you could see your grandparents.

“Alright, I think they’re ready now,” your dad brought them over. “Now, you two be careful and don’t make too much of a mess. I’m going to run out and pick us up some dinner.”

“Of course not, dear, we’ll be fine.”

Your dad gave you a kiss on the top of your head and your papa a kiss on the cheek before he left.

“Alright, lovie, let’s get started.”

You grabbed the red frosting, starting to make a Father Christmas on the cookie, but all you ended up doing was making a red mess. You stared at it, frustrated. You looked over at your papa and he was making a tree on the cookie. It looked like a tree. You looked back at your cookie and slammed the red frosting down.

“Hey now,” he looked over at you. “What was that about?”

“I can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes you can. Come on, I’ll help you.”

You sighed, but picked the frosting back up.

“Now, what ware you trying to do?”

“Make a Father Christmas.”

“Alright, well, let’s start with his hat.”

Your papa walked you through it, making it actually look like Father Christmas’ hat and face.

“See? You just needed a bit of help. And there’s nothing wrong with that, you just have to ask.”

“Thank you, Papa. Can you help me decorate some for Hanukkah? Miss Bacall told us all about it! She said that they light candles for eight nights and instead of red and green they use blue and white.”

“Of course I can, my love. Hand me the blue frosting.”

The two of you were almost done when your dad walked in the door.

“I’m back with supper!”

“Jim, dear! Come look at the cookies!”

Your dad walked in, his hands filled with takeaway. He looked at the fully decorated cookies.

“They look beautiful. You did an amazing job.”

“Does this mean I can help in the kitchen more?”

You looked at your dad and the two of you seemed to have a silent conversation.

“I don’t think so, Papa.”

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DEAR GOD

"Aww buddy, you scored on me! You're so good! How did you do that?"

A photo of Freddie, his SO, and kid:

Parents are kissing, Freddie is holding the child, who has his tiny little hands on both of his parents cheeks like, "ew, gross!"

And you're both smiling like idiots.

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PLS!!!! Like maybe one of the players kiss their girlfriends and little dude is like “dats so gwoss” and fred is like “ugh i know” while smiling omg

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I'm looking at all the family skate photos, and I feel contractually obligated to bring up Marshmallow Gear Freddie Anderson holding Itty Bitty Baby

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DONT- or him holding hands w a little one????? Skating around???? OR LETTING THEM SCORE ON HIM?????

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Soft for the idea of Fred bringing you coffee in the morning with newborn baby in his arms, all taken care of because we all know he’s the most capable partner, just placing the mug on the table with baby against his chest like ‘morning mumma’

QUIT!!! He’s got baby blaze against his chest while he brings you coffee/tea and he sits on your side of the bed holding blaze up. Literally gonna cry rn

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What do you think the dads would say when the kids try to sleep in their parents beds

cale: is fine the first few times, but after the 6th time cale is like "alright bud :) u have ur own bed that you can sleep in :)" and he just takes him to his own bed over and over until he stays. cale doesn't get much sleep that first night.

nate: listen he says she isn't allowed to sleep in his bed. tells everyone that. but penny sleeps in his bed 4 days out of 7. sometimes five when she can sneak in there. he knows she has to sleep in her own big girl bed, that it probably causes problems at her mom's house, but damn if she doesn't look so cute. he works her down to just a couple nights a week instead of four. but. yk. there are times when she's sick...

tyson: he lets him fall asleep there but once he's out tyson carries him back to his own bed. rarely does it happen, but there's a few weeks after carters adoption where he's a little skiddish at night so when he sneaks into mom and dad's room tyson lets it slide.

phillip: as much as he loves charlie girl. he doesn't really like her sleeping where he does. he's fine with her laying in there, but when bedtime comes she's gotta go. charlotte is pretty good at sleeping in her own bed, plus her room has the nice sky lights and mom and dad's room don't ;)

sidney: he doesn't care honestly. if his baby girls wanna cuddle with him he'll let them. i feel like nelly would, but nora wants to sleep in her own bed. eventually sidney has to get her to start going to her own bed but those first few times he's like 🥰

(eventually pls i'm begging) freddie: that first time he's okay with, but after that he's like "alright gotta go to your own bed now" cause yk the big cuddly man needs :) time :) with his wife

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Imagining Freddie with a newborn makes me🥰🥰 like they would be so tiny in comparison and he’d be so proud, would walk around just chatting to them all day and be like ‘look it’s mummy, look how beautiful she is’ and he’s just like ‘nope no visitors for ages’ because he’s so concerned about you getting your rest and you know he’s try do everything so you don’t get overwhelmed. Deffo the type of just have them on his chest at the end of the day and have their little hand wrapped around his finger and they’re making those cute little baby noises and he’s like ‘how? How are they this perfect’ and it’s making you both emotional the feeling of having something that’s half you and him

no the image of this big ass man. holding a small, eight pound baby, makes me just...want to cry. def after a long day of practices, training, or just a long day in general nothing beats laying down on the couch with the little one on his chest as they fall asleep. oh and he always smiles when the little one squeezes his hand as hard as they can, he whispers "there ya go little one, so strong".