#BTPGD

[leafs-lover]

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

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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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[leafs-lover]

You know YN and Ollie are just as excited.

Happy Freddie lives rent free in my head!

[sylviabezerra]

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[leafs-lover]

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

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

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count: ~800

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

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

Teething.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to watch a movie?”

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

“Penguins?”

Another nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[leafs-lover]

Please give us anything Fred and little Oliver related 🥰😭 my heart LIVES for them together. Maybe Freddie handling Oliver's first sickness? Like he has a little ear infection or flu? And he just loves on his baby.

A/N: So I don't know how I misread this, but I did. I planned out the entire scene and started writing it before I read it again and saw you wanted something with him hurt or sick, but I decided to stick with this. Hope you like it

Warnings: None really - just some cute fluff

Word Count: ~900

Once Oliver was born, Sunday quickly became Fred’s favourite day. More often than not, he did not have hockey, and that meant an entire day with Oliver, reading to him, playing with toys, going to the park, movies with cuddles. Sundays were always the best, and now that you finally admitted your feelings, the three of you spend them as a family, and Fred couldn’t ask for anything more.

Today started like every Sunday before, breakfast, you and Fred had eggs and fruit, Oliver had cheerios – his current obsession. Then while Fred cleaned the kitchen, you and Oliver coloured and watched Cars (another one of his obsessions), then came tower building (and Oliver’s favourite part – knocking it down) and lunch, followed by Oliver running lap after lap around the living room, which ultimately ended with the three of you at the park. By the time you made it home the excitement from today had caught up to him and Oliver was asleep in his stroller, mouth wide open and head back, sand clinging to the sweat on his legs and fingers. The two of you left him as Fred started on dinner and you cleaned the apartment, finding all the crayons left scattered around, blocks under the couch and between the cushions.

Even though there are still a handful of hot wheel cars waiting to be stepped on at 2am, a sink full of dinner dishes, it was a great day with your boys. As you stand folding the never-ending pile of laundry (because you and Fred spent the last few evenings busy with other things) you can’t stop smiling, so much so your cheeks hurt. Even with the soft rumbling of the washer and hum of the dryer, you can faintly hear them laughing from the bathroom, and somehow you continue to smile wider.

“Mommy!” “Mommy!” “Mommy” Fred and Oliver’s voices overlap as they call to you.

When the door opens, Fred sighs, and thinks to himself how beautiful you are. You stand in the doorway wearing a tight pair of lululemon leggings with one of Fred’s t-shirts tucked at the side. Your makeup is non-existent, not even concealer or mascara to draw out your eyes. You have a laundry basket tucked under your left arm, and the second you see the two of them, your ovaries explode. Your boys sitting at opposite ends of the tub, in warm bubbly water up to their stomachs; plastic boats, fish and dinosaurs filling the rest of the space.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle and set the basket down in the hall before stepping in the room.

Oliver has one arm resting on the outside of the tub as water drips into a small puddle on the floor, and beams at you. “Baff time.”

“I see that.” You eye over to Fred whose wet hair is styled into a mohawk, and grin.

“He wanted me to.” Fred shrugs, but you know that it was Fred’s idea, most of the trouble your boys get into is his doing. “One of the boats escaped.”

A small crease forms in your forehead as you try to imagine the shenanigans they were getting up to before you walked in. But you’ve seen the way they play “superhero” which is essentially wrestling matches near sharp edged coffee tables in Spiderman, Hulk or Captain America costumes, Oliver being carried around the apartment upside down, him using Fred and all his teammates as human jungle gyms. He’s had more bumped heads, scratched knees, bruised forearms than you can count, nothing really shocks you with them anymore.

“Can you get it Mommy?” Oliver sweetly smiles at you.

You bend down and pick up the boat and walk over to the tub. Closing the toilet seat cover, you use it as a seat and put the boat in the water. “Anything for you munchkin,” you say, pressing the button on the dinosaur bubble machine.

The chime that haunts your sleep cheerfully starts to fill the room. As much as you both hate the song, Oliver loves it, and his copper eyes light up. “Fanks Mommy!” He puts his hands up to catch some of the bubbles, like he always does, then smears them to his chin, giving himself a bubble beard. “I look like Daddy,” he proudly exclaims.

You and Fred share a soft and endearing laugh, Oliver is always eager to be his shorter, curly-haired shadow following his every move. Fred brings his hands up out of the water and puts them on the top of Oliver’s head, and starts playing with the red curls, slathering them in water before forcing them upright into a mohawk, just like his own hair. “Now you look like Daddy.”

With a giggle, Oliver turns his attention to the boats and fish that float around him. Fred rests on the edge of the tub and draws his eyes over to you.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing.” You let out a blissful sigh, realizing Sundays are your favourite day too. “You two are pretty cute.”

“Yeah, we are…ahhh.” Fred grimaces when a plastic purple fish bounces off his head and outside the tub, giving you a glimpse of the trouble they get up to outside your presence.

“Oops, sorry Daddy.”

He rubs at the side of his head and shakes it when you stifle some laughter. Water drips from his arm as he reaches out of the tub and retrieves the fish and hands it back to him. “It’s alright Ollie.”

“Just wait until there’s another one.”

“Going to need a bigger tub.” Fred winks.

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[leafs-lover]

these sound fun!

Send it in for TFG, BTPGD, IFLILHJ or any other fic/universe! Just make sure you say which fic and the character!

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[leafs-lover]

Something About You

A/N: This is technically a part of the BTPGD series, but can be read alone why would you though the series is fantastic. I wrote this quickly and didn't really proof it so...

Warnings: a little angst, mentions of cheating, very minor smut

Word Count: 900

The sheets are clean. 

Or they were. 

Once Danielle left for work and Fred had a second cup of coffee, he stripped the bed of all the sheets and tossed them in the laundry room. He grabbed another set from the linen closet and tucked all the corners, fought with the duvet to get it in the cover, and fluffed all the pillows. He had it looking as close to perfect as he could get it. 

Then you came over. Not entirely unannounced, but it was supposed to be your day with Oliver, so in a way it was a little unexpected. Especially because the text that started it all was so simple. ‘What about this for Halloween?’ along with a picture of Oliver in a target shopping cart wearing a golden retriever mask. Apparently, he saw it, wanted it, felt how soft it was, and refused to take it off, so the entire time you were in target you were wheeling around a drooling, giggling, toddler in a golden retriever mask.

Fred doesn’t even know how he found himself parked outside loading bag after bag into his trunk, he doesn’t remember stopping to get your favourite drink on the way, but he can’t forget the way you beamed when you saw it sitting in the cupholder. And how you ended up back at his apartment for dinner instead of Danielle was beyond him. 

But it was all innocent... well maybe not. 

The hug certainly lingered, probably could have gone without the kiss to the cheek, he didn’t need to put his hand on your lower back as you walked by, certainly didn’t need the second glass of wine, or to suggest you spend the night because it was nearing Ollie’s bedtime - you both know he would have fallen asleep on the car ride home. 

He didn’t intend for this to happen. And Danielle would be happy to know this wasn’t his intention, right? He didn’t mean to kiss you, he didn’t plan on spending twenty minutes with you in his lap just kissing, long and passionate kisses. And surely if he said he never planned on keeping his lips locked to yours as he slowly rocked in and out, building up to your simultaneous release, Danielle would understand. 

Except she wouldn’t. Fred himself barely understands it. How every single time he says is the last, only to find you once again in his bed. Fred was looking forward to his night with Danielle, they rarely have two nights together, but this long home stretch gave them the opportunity. Fred poured coffee into her Yeti, added in almond milk, and stood by the door wish her a good day at work. She gave him a kiss and said she was looking forward to seeing him later that night, and Fred was too. 

Yet it’s not Danielle in his bed, it’s you. 

He doesn’t know why he is so drawn to you. Why he will drop just about anything to see you, or why you are willing to do the same. 

He thought he knew. He took you away, basically told you he loved you, and you said no. That was tough, took a bit for him to move on. It didn’t help that he had to see you everyday, watch you mother the child you created together. Hard isn't even the right word to describe it, it fucking sucked, but not nearly as bad as the day you left with a few suitcases in tow. The apartment was empty, the picture of your parents no longer sat on the mantle, the one of your friends vanished from your room, the pillows, blankets, candles and vases along with it. And as he wandered around the apartment, noticing all the little things that vanished along side you, that was when it all sunk in. This was happening. You were gone. You didn't want him. So why are you back? Why is he back?

He moved on. He found Danielle, and she isn’t a rebound. Fred made sure he was over you before picking up the phone. It wouldn’t be fair to bring someone into his life only to fill a void. And Danielle doesn’t fill a void, but sometimes she makes him notice another one. While she is smart, pretty, witty and funny, all the things Fred spent his life looking for, he'll notice how her laugh isn't the same, or that his heart doesn't warm as much seeing her smile. What's worse is sometimes his own smile won't reach his eyes, or there is a hollowness behind a laugh, and Danielle doesn't notice. You do. You always do.

Fred takes a sip of water, a dryness in his throat was the reason he was pulled from bed about twenty minutes ago, and sighs. He takes one more look at the Pittsburgh skyline then turns and sees you, perfect you, sleeping in his shirt. The full moon glows through the windows and kisses your cheek, a soft shimmer radiating back at him. Your hair falls all over the pillow, the same hair he finds in the shower drain, on the bathroom vanity, and sometimes on his game day suit. The sheets that less than 4 hours ago were crisp and fresh are now a mess, tangled, wrinkled and half on the floor. The only difference is when you leave, Fred won’t rush to wash the sheets. He likes the way it smells faintly of your sweat and perfume.

He walks back to the bed and brushes some hair from your face, smiling when you flutter at the cold touch of his thumb. 

“Hi.” You sleepily mumble as the bed dips with his weight as he slides back in. 

“Hi.” He kisses your forehead. 

“What were you doing?” Just like a magnet, you are immediately pressed up beside him before he even has an opportunity to settle in.

“Just thinking.”

“Everything okay?” You try to look up to gauge his expression, but the sleepy haze is too much for you to fight. 

“With you here? Always.” Fred responds immediately, leaving no room for doubt. There always has been something about you. 

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BTPGD re-write

For a while I have been considering re-writing BTPGD. I wrote it shortly after discovering fanfiction and was largely inexperienced, and now as I read it I do have some regrets.

I’m still on the fence about it, and wanted to get some help with the decision. I will posting a series of polls (four total) to gauge interest in re-write vs leaving as is, all the polls will be linked here, kind of as a “masterlist” to the polls and they all will be open for a week to allow as many people as possible to respond.

A few notes:

If I do re-write it will be released sporadically around some of the other pieces I’m working on. That means my universe OC fics wont be paused. I have a Freddie OC fic in the works too!

The overall plot of the story will remain the same; however, there will definitely be more details/ info added to each chapter. You will get to see additional glimpses into their relationship/lives not seen before

Some chapters may be broken into two or three parts depending on length and flow, and some minor scenes may be deleted.

The results of this are not final. I may decide to go against it, I am mostly looking for your opinions on the reader

Feel free to send me asks or DMs about this to get more information.

Everything related to the BTPGS polls will be tagged using “BTPGD polls”

If you have another answer not included put it in the tags or send me an ask. I may create new polls to include those answers depending on the recommendations.

Poll one

Poll two

Poll three

Poll four

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How is y/n coping/dealing with Freddie's health issue? I imagine she got pretty worried about him... How are things at the Andersen household with everything going on?

Anytime Fred is injured, YN is stressed, but this is different because some pain pills and physio can’t fix it, it has the potential to be life altering and she is not handling it well.

Before the diagnosis they had been looking at houses and had been trying for baby number 2 (they are actually pregnant with the twins right now, they just don’t know it) which in itself is stressful. Fred is handling it a lot better and tries to reassure her everything will be fine (of the two of them she is the one to panic and he keeps her calm). She keeps trying to do everything for him, and he keeps reminding her that he is more than capable of making Oliver a snack or doing laundry, so they butt heads a little on that. Oliver is loving that Fred is there and even though YN tells him “Daddy is hurt” he doesn’t fully understand, so they wrestle and play together a lot even if YN says he should be taking it easy.

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Hi babe! Are u still taking the number requests for BTPGD? I'm obsessed with this story and have read it countless times. I'm always up to know a bit more about them all!

Would you do 5- 17-20 for Freddie and Y/N?

I’ll answer any questions about any of my couples, just send an ask!

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Obviously they argue because all couples do, but they aren’t the kind of couple that is constantly bickering.

YN will be cold, so she’ll turn up the heat and put on extra layers. Then she’ll get hot and take off clothes, always starting with socks. Fred will find her socks in the kitchen, under the bathroom vanity, in the couch cushions. It drives him insane.

YN hates how Fred buys things for the kids, not so much clothes or small gifts but Ollie wanted a dirt bike, so Fred bought him one. The kids wanted to learn snowboarding/skiing and Fred went and bought them brand new everything. Nothing was used, they didn’t start with rentals, all of it was new, and by the time next winter came only Liam wanted to do it again and he had outgrown his stuff but was too small for Oliver’s. She argued they should have bought used (except for helmets) or considered renting to start and if they stuck with it, then bought stuff. But he will do that for everything.

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

YN can be fairly reserved at times. Her parents were very open, but her grandparents weren’t and she kinda got used to keeping everything in. She is comfortable with Fred but sometimes she just goes back into her shell and Fred has to be patient with her.

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

YN doesn’t get sick😂

But she actually fights so hard and denies being sick. Fred will feed her multi-vitamins and practically pour water and orange juice down her throat, make soup for dinner because “he was in the mood” he 100% made it for her. He will make her a bath because “she deserves one” and she does deserve it but he just needs her to relax and will take the kids somewhere or if it’s at night will have them all tucked in so it’s a nice quiet night for her. Once she takes a minute to herself her body shuts down and while she doesn’t admit to being sick, she will curl up next to him and fall asleep on the couch, then wake up 12 hours later in their bed because Fred carried her up.

YN goes into mom-mode when Fred is sick and does everything even though he hasn’t asked. She basically treats him as a fifth kid no matter his objections if he has so much as a cold.

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

90% of the time YN is wearing leggings and one of Fred’s shirts/sweaters. She’ll wear his hats out to games. She basically calls his clothes “their clothes” so one time Fred decided to take her up on the “our” part, and put on a pair of her lululemon leggings. Shortly after he was on their website buying another pair because his thighs did some damage 🤭

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective

YN scratches her hands through his hair or will run her hand over his back. Fred will also try to smother a child and bring them in for cuddles, but it depends on the kids mood if that works for him 😂

YN just forced herself into Fred’s lap (not actually he just cradles her against his frame) and gets as close to him as possible.

When he is on the road, yn will grab one of his pillows that faintly smells of him and cuddles it, then will call him regardless of the time zone and make him stay on the phone talking to her until she falls asleep.

Send me a number and I’ll answer this about any of my couples!

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I'm going to be dropping some Freddie smut later tonight or tomorrow, if you'd like to see it make sure your community label settings are set accordingly.

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we don’t see much of Fred’s relationship with Danielle. have there been thoughts of writing some pieces (maybe from Fred’s perspective) of his dates/interactions with her? maybe comparing her to y/n?

No, but I love this idea!

It also gives me an excuse to re-read the first 15 or so parts!

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ooooooo that ask list is fun! how about 9 for btpgd?

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Fred hates how stubborn she can be. She refused to admit how she was feeling, refused to consider she may be pregnant etc. It drives him insane how simple things become so much bigger because she takes three times as long to admit to it.

YN hates how he has to fix everything. Sometimes she just wants to vent and complain about something but instead of letting her rant he will give suggestions and sometimes even play devils advocate. But then when it comes to things that actually need fixing, like when the knob came off a dresser drawer it was almost 2 weeks before it was back on. Or when she bought a new light for the bathroom and mentioned hiring an electrician to do it, Fred told her not to and that he would do it, and 3 months later the light was still in the box on the floor.

Send me a number and I’ll answer this about any of my couples!

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I'm obsessed with the Fred as a Dad series 🥹 makes me feel so soft inside. Bet Fred would he the cutest ever. And so loving and affectionate.

Omg, soft dad Fred is my absolute favourite Fred to write. But I also wrote Grandpa Fred and I don’t know, him with the salt and cayenne pepper look still being soft and sweet, but also spoiling the little one because he is a grandparent and that’s what they do, it hit differently, and I loved it too!

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btpgd will forever have me in a chokehold and my feels. i love dad freddie so much. i remember in the christmas fic from awhile ago that ollie has a step kiddo. i can see him calling freddie so much for advise and stuff. not sure how long he knew and was involved with his partner before knowing about thea and meeting her, but did ollie call freddie a time or two to calm the nerves and ask what to do?

Dad Freddie is my favourite and if he is looking for someone to mother his children I’ll gladly volunteer

And yes, Ollie calls his dad a fair bit. In the beginning he is only around Thea with Addison there, so he doesn’t have all that much to do. The first time he is alone with her he calls his dad about 17 times, with a million questions. And that happens basically every time he is os alone with her, eventually he starts to gain confidence in himself and the phone calls are less and less, but once they have a baby of their own Ollie is back phoning again because he doesn���t know how to take care of a newborn and Thea wasn’t a newborn when he met her.

Fred answers some of the questions but at a point he kind of stops and just listens to Ollie be like “should I do this” or “maybe this would work” and Fred would smile, knowing it is what she should do, and tell him yes.

Lucas is the same way once he has kids, and Elise will go to both of them depending on what the issue is.

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in btpgd, as the kiddos get older and start moving around/away from home (not quite married and such yet) what do their holidays start to look like? still the big gathering with all their friends and the friends kids?

They always have a day around Christmas when they get together with yn and Fred’s friends. Sometimes it’s on Christmas itself, other times it’s Boxing Day or Christmas Eve, depends on everyone’s schedule.

As the kids get older and go off to school, start playing in the OHL, NHL or AHL it becomes a little different. One year Ollie brings three of his teammates home because they couldn’t travel to Europe to see their own families. Sometimes the kid would spend the time with Yn and Fred’s friends with their significant other and they might miss that get together. Sometimes Auston is in Arizona or yn and Fred go to Denmark and the get together is closer to new years. Once Elise and Charlie start dating they pretty much see Steph and Mitch for a large portion of the holidays, more than their other friends.

They always have a get together around the holidays, and they try to get everyone together for it but sometimes one or two people are missing.