Jun 15
This will be my entire personality for the foreseeable future
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This will be my entire personality for the foreseeable future
y/n and Freddie in btpdg is one of my favorite couples to ready about. have you thought of doing a blurb or something where Freddie comes home from a roadie and wakes y/n up in a ✨spicy✨ way? like, maybe when ollie was a baby because sleep is precious when they have 4 little monsters.
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This is set before YN and Fred have had conversations about getting together but it’s painfully obvious they both want it so like figure it out already? You also don’t have to have read the entire fic to make sense of it, this is a stand alone piece
Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering and p in v), a slight dominance link, I didn’t proofread or edit so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes keep them to yourself
Fred’s least favourite thing was leaving.
Ollie learned what the duffle bag meant and would whine every time he saw it, you of course knew what it meant and would also whine about it. Only difference was he could reason with you. He’d always promise you a date once he returned and you’d always prop yourself on your tippy toes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down, growling “why wait?”
Oliver was walking and talking, a handful with every step, leave him alone for more than a minute and every toy was thrown across the living room, or he would have the pantry open tossing boxes onto the floor. He kept you on your toes and you both felt uneasy leaving him even if only for a few minutes. So you would wait, but that doesn’t mean you’d make it easy on him. You would constantly send pictures, snapchats, answering his FaceTimes while wearing practically nothing. You knew exactly what you were doing and it drove him crazy.
Typically the Pens would fly the team back early in the morning after a road trip and since giving Fred a key you tended to wake up and find the living room full of laughter, Oliver wearing only a diaper as he terrorized the couch cushions.
This particular road trip ended in Philly and it was a very quick flight home. The team ventured back to Pittsburgh after the game and Fred set out for your apartment. He made good time, it was near midnight and the roads were empty.
Not a single light was on, not even the blue glow from a TV to alert him to your presence. It’s quiet, but not an eery quiet, it’s peaceful.
Fred drops his bag by the door and sets his keys in the bowl. His jacket is left on the rack and he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he walks down the dark hallway. He stops at Oliver’s room and half expects the crib to be empty meaning a night with a sprawling toddler who kicks him seventeen times in the ribcage, but as the light from the hall filters in Fred catches a glimpse of the red locks on his tiny body. Like every night he spends with Oliver, Fred walks over to the side of the crib and takes a second to just watch his son. There is something about watching a baby sleep perfectly and peacefully that makes his heart swell - he doesn’t know how he went this long without it. He gently whispers goodnight and places a kiss to his cheek, then leaves the door as he found it - open a crack - before venturing toward you.
There is a copy of The Whispers cracked open on the mattress beside you, a cup of cold herbal tea lingers on the bedside table. The blankets are down low past your hips and one leg is kicked out - evidence you got hot at some point - your perky nipples protrude through the thin white cotton shirt you wore to sleep. The desire for baby number two throbs in his pants, if only that topic wouldn’t send you running Fred could bring it up.
He throws his pants over a chair, folds his shirt and places it on the seat and slips out of his socks. He grabs your “bookmark” from the night stand and lets his finger trace over the worn edges for a moment. It’s not an actual bookmark, but a picture taken moments after Oliver was born. Fred knew you were using a picture, but Oliver was almost one before he knew what the picture was, and that was the moment he knew there was a chance you’d come back to him. Because it’s not a picture of just you and Oliver, it’s one of the three of you. Sweat clings in your hairline, trapping baby hairs to your forehead, both of you have puffy red eyes from crying with the biggest smiles imaginable plastered to your faces, only thing is Fred is staring at Oliver and you are looking up at him. Even with the emotions of that moment, he can see there is more to the look you are giving him. You’re not staring at the father of your son, you are staring at the man you love. Fred is so happy he noticed that glimmer in your eyes and decided to wait you out, because he catches you looking at him like that countless times a day (even though you won’t admit it anytime soon). Fred smiles, like he does every time he sees this photo, and sets it inside the book, then curls up beside you.
He knows he should let you sleep, you have a very energetic toddler that loves to keep you on your toes, but that shirt is just a little to see-through and a little too tight and you sent one too many messages.
He starts slow.
His hand on your stomach and lips on your jaw. It’s soft, a kiss that goes unnoticed.
His calloused hand ventures up, finding one of those perfect breasts you spent a week tormenting him with and he begins to massage it, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. A sleepy sigh catches in your throat but Fred can tell it’s going to take more.
His touch is light as his hand drops, under the elastic band of his boxers you decided to sleep in. The pressure starts off gentle, slow circles being pressed against your heat. His lips trail along your jaw, over to the sweet spot on your neck. Instead of kissing he starts to suck, harder and harder, letting his teeth sink in. When he doesn’t earn the response he desperately seeks, two fingers toy at your entrance, coating themselves in your arousal.
“Hi baby,” Fred murmurs when you finally start to stir.
“Hi,” you mumble back, involuntarily tilting your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. “I missed you.”
“I know you did.” His fingers slip inside as far as they can go. Your eyes dart open.
“Shit baby.” Your legs kick out and back arches as he thrusts his digits back inside.
“You knew what you were doing with all those pictures you sent.” He chastises, thrusting his fingers back inside once again. “Knew what it was doing to me.”
“Of course I did.” Your voice is becoming strangled, the pressure starting to build.
“Then what did you expect?”
Fred shoves his boxers down your thighs and you feel his cock, rock hard and leaking excitement all over your hip. With a few more thrusts to get you wet and ready, Fred replaces his fingers with his member, and you both moan in unison.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” He probes, shunting you up the bed with one deep thrust. “What you wanted huh?” He punctuates with another thrust.
“I always want you.” You whimper, knowing he is waiting for a response.
Your fingers tremble when they feel the hard muscles of his back. You always loved his body and he’s always loved yours. Beads of sweat cascade down your neck and Fred smiles, his second favourite thing to lick.
“Only me right?”
He doesn’t mean it as a question, at least not in this moment. There will be a time for the hard questions, a conversation where he will make you admit to what you’ve been feeling (because he has zero doubt and knows you just need a nudge). This question is more about dominance, a reminder, because him practically prodding your cervix doesn’t do that.
“As if there could be anyone else.”
Fred hooks your left leg over his hip and finally brings his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and his tongue works its way into your mouth. It’s sloppy, frantic, full of heat. Every time he presses his tongue in further your nails scratch along his back. And after every firm and direct thrust hits that spot deep inside, your moan gets caught in his mouth.
“You look so good with my cock inside you.” Fred grunts, punctuating his words with another thrust.
“You feel so good inside me.”
“Gonna feel even better with my cum dripping out of you.” Fred smirks as one hand snakes between your bodies and rubs at your clit. It suddenly becomes very difficult to concentrate on what he is saying. You can see his lips moving and can only imagine the filth spewing out.
You writhe beneath him as your pleasure reaches it’s peak. Your nails dig deep into the thickest part of his bicep and with one more punctuated thurst you come undone, warmth spilling around his cock. Fred’s cocky grin only grows even as his thrusts are sloppy and shallow, and just as your body relaxes Fred spills everything deep inside your cunt.
It takes a bit for your hearts to steady, it always does, Fred’s version of a “quickie” often leaves you feeling like you ran 5k.
Fred looks down at you, brown eyes clouded with lust and passion and leans back in, replacing the heated and heavy kisses with a soft one, full of warmth.
“Elskede.” He smiles sweetly, his cock soft inside you.
“Hmm.”
“Tease me like that again and I won’t wake you up as nicely next time.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug him off, a hint of insolence in your voice. His cock twitches. You being bratty always did turn him on.
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the “pre-date” // frederik andersen
notes: in an attempt to drag myself out of the writers block I’ve been having, I’ve been working on a few different things and I’ve found that it’s easier for me to write when I write for myself so although this piece is a reader insert, I’ve written “y/n” with a quite a specific personality and I understand that it’s not going to be for everyone but it was really useful for me in order to write again. I hope you don’t mind and any feedback is welcome, just please keep it constructive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy...
Warnings: very shy reader, mentions of anxiety and stress.
November 25th
How could someone be so effortlessly good looking?
Sitting in the booth of some bar your friends had dragged you along to, you couldn’t help but question it. You had a perfect view of where he was sat at the opposite end of the table, sandwiched in between Auston and Morgan with a drink in his left hand. The slight tint of pink on his cheeks and the smile that was permanently etched onto his face gave away how much he’d actually had to drink tonight, not that you minded. His suit jacket had been thrown over the back of a chair as soon as he sat down and as the night progressed and the drinks continued flowing the top three buttons of his shirt had been undone, his tie ending up God knows where.
“Earth to Y/n” Maci nudged your arm, a concerned look on her face as she studied your face, “you ok there?”
“Mhm, sorry I zoned out a bit” you snapped your eyes back to the table, your hands reaching out to your drink, the cool condensation a stark contrast from the warm air of the bar. She leaned closer to you, her own drink joining yours on the slightly sticky table.
“We can leave if you want, I know this isn’t really your thing” she wasn’t wrong, you were never a big party person and more often than not your friends would have to bribe you to go out with them but you were actually enjoying yourself tonight. Maybe the high the boys were feeling from their fifth win in a row had rubbed off on you, or maybe you were just happy to spend some time with him, even if it was from the other end of the table.
“I’m okay, I think I might need another drink though” you smiled and Maci nodded in agreement.
“Did I hear someone say more drinks?” Willy slurred, arms thrown around Maci’s shoulders, his drunken state causing him to miss the glare she threw his way.
“Only if you’re buying” Maci said causing you to let out a laugh and Willy smiled at you. It was a smile you were very familiar with by now, the one that people gave you when you started to open up to them and get more comfortable. It was no lie that you were shy, extremely shy. So shy in fact that you barely spoke a word to the boys when Maci first introduced you, you even struggled to make eye contact with them, though that could be blamed on how they towered over you with little to no effort.
“I think we need shots, Y/n come help me” Willy pulled away from Maci, shuffling out of the booth with your best friend close behind him before he stretched out his hand to you. You let out a drunk giggle as you shuffled towards him, grabbing his hand in a light grip. He led you through the crowd towards the bar, waving the bartender over to the two of you easily before ordering a round of shots.
“Oh no” you giggled already recognising the look in his eyes when he faced you with a smirk on his face, leaning against the bar and wiggling his eyebrows.
“You have a crush on Big Red” he sang drunkenly and your face fell immediately, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you buried your face in your hands, “hey its ok, your secret’s safe with me” he nudged your arm with his, a soft smile replacing his smirk when you finally looked back up at him.
“Promise?” You asked, Willy’s eyes softening as he looked down at you. You laughed when he stuck out his pinky finger and lifted your hand to link them together.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think he’d be your type” he nodded to the bartender as they placed your shots on the bar in front of you, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion looking up at him silently asking him to explain his statement. “I just always assumed you’d be into like smart, nerdy guys with glasses and PhD’s or whatever” you laughed out loud at that, mainly because he was right. “You know, I could always help you if you want. I could do some detective work and see if he’s interested”.
“No, no, nope, no, absolutely not. It’s just a stupid crush, I’ll get over it.” you took the shot he pushed in front of you, downing it with much more ease than usual, probably thanks to the three gin and tonics you’d already had. “It’s not like he’d ever look at me like that anyway” Willy didn’t miss the frown that etched its way onto your face and he slung his arm over your shoulder in an effort to comfort you.
Back at the table, everyone was laughing at the story Morgan was telling about his trip back to Vancouver, well almost everyone. Freddie hadn’t even heard the second half of the story, his gaze had followed your figure towards the bar as it often did, his lips falling into a harsh line at the sight of Williams hand in yours. He quickly finished the rest of his drink, his hand gripping the glass a little tighter than necessary as his gaze remained on the two of you. He managed to contain his annoyance when he saw Willys arm land over your shoulder pulling you into his side for a hug but that couldn’t be said for the daggers he was sending Willys way as the two of you returned to the table, a round of shots in your hands. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the small frown on your face, the protective feeling he often got around you made him want to pull you into his lap and make sure you were ok. But he couldn’t do that. Freddie watched as you sat down in between Will and Maci, a slight frown still etched on your face however it slowly started to turn into a drunken smile with each shot Willy handed to you. Auston’s hand coming to rest on Freddie’s shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts and he already knew whatever Auston was about to say would make him roll his eyes.
“You could just go talk to her, you know? She’s just a girl” Freddie audibly scoffed at his best friends words, you would never be just a girl to him, but he also knew that Auston would never understand the way he felt. Fred couldn’t really put into words how he felt about you, he knew it was more than friendly and that he would give anything to be the one to make you feel safe or make you laugh so hard you snorted like that one time he over heard Mitch telling you a story from his childhood. He also knew that you were shy, very shy and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by making a move on you, so he stayed quiet and he smiled softly whenever he caught your eye and he made sure to always give you his full attention whenever he got a second to talk to you but deep down he knew that probably wasn’t enough. If he ever wanted you to know how he felt he’d have to tell you.
“What are you talking about?” He finally replied to Auston who was looking at him expectantly with a brow raised and a smirk on his face.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you’ve been staring at her for almost ten minutes, not that I can blame you, she’s looking pretty cute tonight” Auston’s smirk made Freddie’s jaw clench and his grip on the glass in his hand tighten. “Maybe I should see if she wants another drink or anything”.
Freddie rose from his chair towering over Auston with a stern look on his face, not wanting to listen to him anymore he headed towards the bar, the bartender quickly noticing his request for another drink and soon enough a fresh glass was placed in front of him. He brought the glass to his lips taking a sip before he felt something brush up against his arm, his gaze softened as his eyes landed on your figure and a small smile found its way onto his face when he locked eyes with you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you” you said giggling slightly, telling Fred that you were most definitely drunk.
“No worries, y/n. What are you having?” Fred couldn’t help but smile as he studied your face, the frown from earlier nowhere to be found and you looked like you were truly having a good time. Your eyes were slightly glossy and you just had an effortless glowiness to you that Fred found beautiful.
“I think I need some water, Willy gave me too many shots” you giggled again and Fred nodded along in agreement laughing with you. He quickly got the bartenders attention and ordered some water for you and one for himself, deciding to ditch the alcoholic beverage sat in front of him. Slipping himself onto the barstool he smiled when you followed his actions, sipping on the water and looking around the bar for a few seconds before your gaze landed back on Fred. The alcohol in your system gave you more confidence than usual, and to be honest you were grateful for it, “so, how have you been Freddie?” It definitely wouldn’t seem like much to anyone looking in but it was a big step for not only you, but your relationship with Freddie, not that either of you knew it yet.
November 26th
Waking up the next morning was hell. Your head was pounding and you couldn’t quite remember how you made your way into your own bed but somehow you did. The bright morning sun shining through your curtains was what woke you and after regaining some vision you were able to pull yourself up out of bed and into the bathroom. You weren’t surprised to find that you were still wearing your outfit from last night, and whatever was left of your make up. Groaning, you started the shower, peeling the uncomfortable dress from your body and stepping under the steady stream of hot water. Washing away the make up and smell of alcohol, you finally wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and headed back to your bedroom to get some fresh pyjamas. Thank god it’s Saturday. You thought to yourself as you pulled out your favourite set of Christmas pyjamas and some fluffy socks, late November in Toronto meant it got quite cold in your apartment, even with the heating on.
As you slipped on the fluffy socks you noticed a glass of water on your bedside table, figuring it was probably from a few days ago you went to take it out to the kitchen to wash up when you noticed a few pills next to it as well as a note. Picking up the note you saw scribbly handwriting on one side of it.
Take two pills as soon as you wake up and have a big breakfast to help with the hangover
- Freddie x
You smiled down at the note, quickly taking the pills and heading out of your bedroom, you debated texting Freddie to say thank you since he was obviously the one who made sure you got home safe last night but before you could there was a knock on your door. You opened the door expecting to see Maci but instead you were greeted by a very cold looking Fred.
“Freddie?” You said mostly out of surprise, he just smiled down at you and you stepped aside to let him in.
“I thought you might want some breakfast” he said lifting the box and coffee cup in his hands, only then you smelt the pancakes and maple syrup. You practically felt your stomach growl at the thought of your favourite breakfast ever and Freddie noticed how your eyes shifted to the box and you stared at it with what could only be described as pure adoration. He chuckled reminding you of his presence and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes”.
He handed you the box, watching as you took it carefully from him, your cheeks still flushed and a shy smile on your face as you thanked him profusely. He assured you that it was no trouble before heading to step out of the door, quickly you moved to grab his arm. “Are you not going to stay?”
Freddie couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face, “I can stay, if that’s what you want” you smiled at him and nodded for him to follow you to the couch. You spent the next few hours devouring the pancakes he’d brought you and showing him your favourite holiday movies, he commented on your great choice of Christmas pyjamas which had your cheeks heating up and an embarrassed laugh slipping out, “you’re just jealous” you told him playfully and he chuckled, that deep chuckle that lit up his face and made his dimples stand out.
December 14th
Over the next few weeks there was a shift in your relationship with Freddie, suddenly he wasn’t just one of the guys you hung out with anymore, now he was something more. You both felt it, it was impossible not to but it was never discussed and neither of you made a big deal of it. It wasn’t until the first week of December that you realised maybe Fred was feeling the same way you were.
You were beyond stressed, you had so much work to do for your job that you ended up working until ten or eleven every night and then when you finally got in bed your mind couldn’t stop racing, thinking about all the things you still had to do. Unintentionally, you ended up missing out on a few gatherings and dinners with your friends but Maci understood, she’d known you long enough to know that you hadn’t meant to miss out on so much but you were just so stressed you couldn’t possibly think about anything else. She also knew your anxiety must be through the roof with all the work you have to do plus the lack of sleep so she did what she could to be there for you whilst also making various excuses for you with the boys. It was Monday evening and despite working the whole weekend you still felt like you were drowning, you’d skipped out on another dinner with your friends so you could focus on work and you were expecting to have a repeat of every other night for the last few weeks - work until you could barely keep your eyes open then head to bed and lie awake for hours. Apparently Fred had other plans for you.
Around six there was a knock on your door and you managed to drag yourself off the couch and open it. When you did you saw Fred, bundled up in his winter jacket with a hat, scarf and gloves. “C’mon, we’re going out” was all he said before pushing his way into your apartment to wait for you to get ready. You tried to question it but he cut you off, saying something about how you’ll feel better if you just trust him and let him take care of you for the evening. So after one final dramatic huff you headed to your room to get changed into something warmer and grab your winter jacket and accessories. You followed Freddie out to his car where he opened the door for you, smiling softly when you thanked him before getting into the drivers side.
You stared out the window as he drove the two of you through the city, you had no idea where he was taking you or how he even knew you were in desperate need of a pick me up but you were glad he got you out of your apartment. He turned off the main road and thats when you saw the familiar red and white sign of Tim Hortons, “what would you like? It’s on me” Freddie told you as he joined the queue for the drive thru.
“Just a hot chocolate please, with lots of whipped cream and marshmallows” he chuckled at your answer, already expecting that to be your order. Once you had the hot drink securely in your hands Fred was pulling out onto the main road again, heading further out of the city you both called home. “Where are we going?” You questioned but Freddie just shook his head not giving away any information.
Eventually you saw the welcome sign to a small town and you gasped when you saw another sign directing people towards a drive in movie theatre. You could hear Fred chuckle from beside you but you kept your eyes focused on the brightly decorated houses and trees that guided the way through the town. When Fred pulled into a parking spot in front of the big screen, you finally looked over him to find that he was already looking at you, “they’re showing Elf, I remember you said that was your favourite Christmas movie” your cheeks heated up at his words, unable to find a verbal response that wouldn’t embarrass you, you just nodded and smiled softly. The two of you grabbed some popcorn from the stand before settling back into the car for the movie, you knew then as you looked over at Freddie occasionally that this wasn’t what two people who are just friends do, sure you and Maci had done this a few times, but with Fred this was different. This was his way of showing that he cared, he truly cared about you and even if he didn’t fully understand your anxiety or your incessant need to do things perfectly, he wanted to be there, and you wanted him there. You just didn’t know how to tell him yet.
December 20th
The Leafs were playing a home game against the Flames and unfortunately you hadn’t been able to make it down to the arena to watch, even though you wanted to. But you were still watching from your couch, bundled up in every blanket you owned with a cup of tea warming your hands. Unfortunately it was a very rough game for the boys, both teams were putting everything into this game and in the end the Flames came out on top. You could see how tired Freddie looked through the screen and you couldn’t help but frown a little as you watched each of the boys come up to him and pat him on the head, deciding against watching the painful look on Fred’s face any longer you switched over to Netflix, putting on The Big Bang Theory and curling up under your blankets. You contemplated texting Freddie to see if he was okay but decided against it, not wanting to seem annoying or anything.
Freddie thought he was going home, at least that was the plan until all of sudden he was pulling into the car park of your building. As he made his way up to your floor in the elevator he questioned what he was even doing, why was his first thought to see you? Before he could change his mind the elevator dinged and the doors opened, he found himself knocking on your door before he could even second guess himself.
“Freddie? Wha-what are you doing here?” Your quiet voice answered the door and before you knew it his arms were around you, his head resting on top of yours as he awkwardly hugged you in the doorway. You decided against questioning him, that probably wasn’t what he needed right now, instead you just wrapped your arms around his waist and let him hold you for a few minutes until you pulled back slightly. You grabbed his large hand in your smaller one and dragged him towards the couch, sitting him down you quickly made your way to the kitchen pulling a mug from the cabinet and boiling some water. Once the tea was ready you brought the mug over to him, he gave you a grateful smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes and you frowned slightly at the defeated look on his face. As you sat next to him you felt his arm wrap around your waist and then he was pulling you right next to him until you were cuddled into his side, you grabbed the blanket and lay it over the both of you before pressing play on your paused Netflix show.
You went through a few episodes before you felt Freddie place the now empty mug down on the coffee table, he settled back against the couch, his arm still around you when he murmured into your hair, “thank you” before placing a kiss to the top of your head. You felt your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your stomach at the closeness between the two of you but you were mostly glad he was letting you help him the way he had helped you.
“Any time Fred” you smiled up at him, his returning smile was soft and warm unlike anything you’d ever seen on him before.
“I actually wanted to ask you something” he said with the same warm look in his eyes, you nodded indicating for him to continue, “the leafs are having their annual Christmas Eve party and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me”.
“Aren’t I already going? With Maci and everyone?” You wondered out loud, he nodded his head sitting up just a little to adjust himself.
“Yeah, but I was thinking maybe you could go as my date instead of as a friend of all of us, and it would kind of be like a pre-date for us. We’d go together but then if you get bored of talking to sponsors or you feel uncomfortable then our friends are always there and Maci will be there so you will know at least one other person who isn’t on the team” he explained and you couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your face. The fact that he took the time to come up with a way to have you with him whilst also making sure you’d be comfortable made your heart flutter.
“Ok” was all you said before Fred pulled you back into his arms, “does this mean you want to go on an actual date with me?”
“Yeah” he laughed, “I thought that was obvious but clearly it wasn’t”.
December 24th
You had to admit you were panicking a little as you got ready for the Leafs Christmas Eve party, you’d never met anyone outside of your little friend group and you didn’t know any of the wives or girlfriends so you were freaking out wondering if you were going to fit it or not. You knew you weren’t Fred’s usual type and that some people may have an opinion about that but you were hoping you wouldn’t have to deal with that tonight, you just wanted to have a good time with Freddie and properly get in the Christmas spirit.
The dress you’d picked out was red in order to fit in with the Christmas theme and you paired it with a pair of nude heels, you kept the make up fairly simple knowing you’d hate yourself later if you had to spend ages taking it off before bed and you styled your hair in your go-to style for more formal events such as this one.
A knock on your door took your attention away from your reflection in the mirror and knowing it was Freddie you were quick to open it. Fred looked good, he usually did, but tonight he was wearing a deep maroon suit and he’d styled his hair, he smiled fondly when he saw you and let out a low whistle as you spun around after inviting him in. You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless at his boyish antics, and then you noticed the bouquet of red roses in his hand.
“These are for you” he handed them to you and you grabbed a vase to put them whilst making small talk with Fred about the last few days. Once you had grabbed your purse and your phone, you took Fred’s outstretched hand and let him lead you to his car.
Pulling up to the event could only be described as magical, the leafs team had placed lights up the driveway to the building where it was being held and since it was already dark out you could see them twinkle and shine as you approached, Freddie’s hand was warm on your thigh and you were mindlessly playing with his fingers as he drove the two of you up to the entrance. A valet worker met you as you opened the door and helped you out of the car whilst Fred handed over the keys before joining you and thanking the valet worker, he rested his hand against your back as he leaned in, “come on, let’s go get a drink”. He slipped his hand into yours and you couldn’t help thinking about how much you loved the way it felt to have your hands intertwined.
“Fred!” An unknown voice shouted in your directed and two people were suddenly in front of you. Freddie greeted each of them with a hug before pulling you into his side.
“This is y/n, y/n this is Courtney and Jake” Freddie’s warm hand rubbed your back subtly as his way of showing he was still there, right next to you and there was no need to be nervous.
“It’s nice to finally meet you” Courtney said smiling at you, “Fred hasn’t stopped talking about you for weeks” her comment caused her husband to laugh and nudge Freddie’s side and you blushed at the thought of him telling his friends about you.
“It’s really nice to meet you too, Freddie’s told me a lot about you guys” you tried your hardest not to let your voice wavier or to seem too awkward and judging by the smiles you got in return you knew you’d succeeded.
“Why don’t we go get a drink? The guys will get cornered by some sponsors any second and trust me you don’t want to get caught in the middle of that” Courtney explained gesturing towards the bar and you nodded, giving Fred a small smile to reassure him that you were good before joining Courtney. She grabbed the bar tenders attention as soon as you got there and ordered her drink before asking what you’d like, you told her your order and thanked the bartender as they placed the drinks in front of you.
“I’m so glad you and Fred are finally giving this a chance” she said catching you off guard, she must of noticed the look on your face because she quickly continued, “Fred’s been talking about you for so long and Jake and I could tell he really cares about you”.
“Freddie’s a really nice guy and I really care about him too, he’s definitely something special” you couldn’t help but smile and she matched your expression.
“Oh you got very lucky with Fred he’s a keeper for sure, and I promise he didn’t tell me to say that” she laughed and you joined her as the two of you sipped on your drinks. “Freddie said you were a little nervous to come here as his date but you’ll be fine, I felt the same when I first met Jake but everyone’s really nice and you know a few of the guys right?”
“Yeah, my friend is dating William, that’s actually how Freddie and I met” you said with a nod. It went quiet for a few seconds before she turned to you again, placing her drink on the bar.
“You’re a teacher, right?” You nodded, “what grade do you teach?”
The two of you ended up talking for a while about your careers and it turns out you both attended the same university so you had a few things to talk about and a few drinks later you were laughing and sharing like you’d known each other forever. That’s how Fred found you, laughing with his teammates wife and he smiled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “the other guys are here, do you wanna come and meet them?” You looked to Courtney for a second and she quickly gathered her things before linking arms with her husband, you followed with Fred at your side and just before you reached the table of your friends and the rest of the team, Freddie stopped you.
“You looked like you were having a good time” he stated wrapping both his arms around your waist as you leant into him slightly for support.
“I was, Courtney’s really nice. We’re actually going to meet up in the new year for lunch and maybe go shopping or something” you smiled up at Fred as you recalled your conversation with Courtney, you were glad she wanted to be friends because she seemed like a really nice person.
“See I told you everything would work out” you hummed in response and Freddie softly looked down at you, “you will tell me if it gets too much though, won’t you? I don’t want you to feel like you have to pretend to be ok around me”.
“Of course Fred, I promise. Come on we have to go say hello to everyone else” you said taking his hand in yours and trying to manoeuvre him over to the table, but he wouldn’t budge. You giggled when you realised he purposely wasn’t moving and spun around to raise an eyebrow at him, “what?”
“You look really beautiful tonight” his words had you blushing and giggling nervously as you practically felt his eyes on you.
“Thank you Freddie, you look really handsome” he pulled you back into his arms and for a second you thought he might finally kiss you but the sound of Mitch’s voice pulled the two of you back to reality.
“There you guys are, we were wondering where you were- oh shit sorry did I interrupt something” he wiggled his eyebrows in amusement at the angry look on Fred’s face due to his interruption.
“It’s okay Mitchy” you said pulling yourself from Fred’s arms to greet Mitch with a hug.
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It was a while later when the food had been served and you were sat around the table with your friends with Freddie sat next to you that a slow song finally came on and all the girls were pulling their partners up to dance. You looked over to Fred to see him already standing, a smile on his face and his hand outstretched towards you.
You let him guide you to the dance floor and you slipped yourselves in between the other couples, his hands immediately found your waist and you rested your hands on his shoulders. The two of stared into each other’s eyes as you swayed gently in time with the music and the people surrounding you.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know big parties aren’t really your thing” his voice was barely above a whisper but you could hear him since you were pressed against his chest.
“Thank you for inviting me, I had a really good time” you smiled at each other and as cliche as it sounds you felt like you were the only two people in the room. It amazed you how Freddie was able to grasp your full attention and keep you focused on just him, it was scary but also calming to know that he had the ability to make you feel so relaxed and safe.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked so quietly you almost missed it, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and you could only bring yourself to nod, your heart beat increasing and your breathing getting slightly heavier. He leaned down slightly and pressed his lips to yours gently, you kissed him back and let him pull you in even closer. His forehead rested against yours as he pulled away slightly, eyes still closed as the soft music played in the background.
And the rest was history...
the other day i saw a photo of ed sheeran, and i swear to god, i thought it was fred. maybe fred should've been in that music video instead of rupert grint.
Imagine...
you walk into the bathroom where frederik andersen has been blowdrying his hair for hours. when he sees you he accidentally lets go of the blowdryer he was using. it hits you in the face and you fall into a coma and die. but at least frederik still looks good.
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Sex With Frederik Andersen Would Include:
Dominant.
Which isn’t surprising, the dominance just rolls off him.
He loves to tease you just as much as he loves giving, which is horrible in all the best ways.
Also, teasing him does not work. He’s a goalie and patients is a virtue and he will not bite, no matter what you do.
You will, however, be punished later that night.
Fred’s best talent is probably going down on you, which he will happily do any time.
He loves it.
And he loves every moan, every gasp, every movement he can pull from you.
Afterwards, when you’re lying there catching your breath, he’s looking up at you with a smirk.
He loves blow jobs just as much as the next guy, but he genuinely prefers to eat you out.
He’s a giver.
He likes having your leg over his hip or over his shoulder. That position gets him the deepest and it hits all the right places.
He’s also a fan of the spooning position.
Car sex and semi public sex is really a thing.
If he wants you, he’s going to have you, regardless of where the two of you are.
You really shouldn’t count how many times you’ve had sex in a restaurant bathroom…
Thigh riding.
Fred has nice thighs and he loves it when you ride them, getting yourself off against him as you moan and whine so pathetically.
He keeps his hands on your hips and controls your movements so you can’t rut too quickly and get yourself off quickly, he wants to draw it out.
He likes taking his time.
He doesn’t like to mark you though, you’re both adults and the marking thing is for kids.
He’s definitely got some less than vanilla kinks.
Choking.
Hot wax.
Spanking.
Orgasm control/denial.
Edging.
Sensory deprivation.
He’s also a little bit of an exhibitionist if you haven’t caught on.
He’s not one for sexting, but he is one for phone sex. He likes knowing that he has the power to make you cum when he’s hundreds of kilometers away.
And he’s good with the aftercare. He loves you and he treats you right, so you can always count on him to get you a warm cloth and same water if you need, and there’s always cuddles.
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