#Frederik Andersen finale

[gingercatleaf]

My perennial 2nd star, going to ECF. So happy for the Canes tonight. Some great hockey tonight with the Devils!

[jeffskinnerswh0re]

ugh missed him

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Can you please whenever you can write Husband!Freddie with those prompts: “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?” and Late night sex / Lazy morning sex? I love you writing and Huband Freddie A is a DREAMMMM 😍😍😍

Oh, thank you, babe! And absolutely ❤️ Freddie is truly a dream, and there's no better moment to honour his very existence than now 💓🥹

I wasn't entirely sure if you meant the trope husband!Freddie though, but considering the prompts, I thought it would be fitting for the occasion 😉 I hope you'll enjoy it!

Tropes & warnings; established relationship, Husband!Freddie, mention of pregnancy; Smut 18+, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, more unprotected sex, cum inside;

Word count; 4.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

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“Can you help me with my tie?” I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️🌺

 "FREDDIE! FREDDIE! FREDDIE!"

As the shouts of his name echoed from the tv speakers, a surge of pride and excitement washed over you. Each chant seemed to carry the weight of the entire arena, as if the smaller group of fans' enthusiasm propelled the Carolina Hurricanes to victory all on its own. With heavy breaths, you watched as your husband battled fiercely against the formidable Florida Panthers in game five of the playoffs. Where eventually they managed to triumph with a 4-2 victory on enemy turf - and it wasn't just any win; it was a step continuing into the second round of the playoffs.

Even from the comfort of your living room sofa, you could feel the electric yet chaotic atmosphere of the Amerant Bank arena. The energy of the crowd seemed to seep through the screen, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through Freddie's veins on the ice. And as the final buzzer sounded, signalling the Hurricanes' win, you couldn't help but smile. Pride swelled within you as you pictured Freddie's jubilant expression amid the post-game celebrations. And despite the late hour, you did your best to stay awake, eager to welcome him home and share in his joy.

However, as the high slowly wore off, weariness started to pull at your eyelids as you relaxed on the sofa, the softness of the cushions tempting you into a sleepy state. You battled against the urge to give in to slumber, holding on to the excitement of Freddie's homecoming. Yet, as the post-game interviews flashed across the screen, you had to give in.

-

Frederik Andersen was perhaps everything you could have ever wished for in a husband. From the moment he set foot in Raleigh, his presence seemed to enchant you, gradually entwining itself into the very fabric of your heart. Despite the initial uncertainty and the winding path it took for both of you to acknowledge your feelings, the bond that flourished between you surpassed all expectations.

During the early months of your friendship, you found yourself spellbound by Freddie’s calm demeanour and mysterious aura. There was an irresistible allure to the serious gaze and the steadfast focus he brought to every aspect of his life.

Yet, while the spark of attraction ignited within you almost instantly, it took time for Frederik to realise the depth of his own feelings. So, for months you simply circled each other, navigating the delicate balance of friendship. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there were subtle hints of mutual affection that lingered in the air – fleeting glances, lingering touches, and unspoken gestures that spoke volumes.

And it was a moment of bravery, spurred by a surge of confidence, that pushed you to take the first step. With trembling hands and a racing heart, you gathered the courage to invite Freddie for a coffee, hoping to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. Though initially completely oblivious of your intentions, a nudge from Jarvy had Freddie realise the true nature of your invitation.

So, in a whirlwind of emotions, the unspoken desires that had hovered between you finally came to life. Confessions were shared, hearts laid bare, and in that moment, the invisible bonds that connected you tightened into an unbreakable tie, each day drawing you closer together.

And just two years flew by in a blur of happiness and contentment, until one unforgettable day when Freddie took your hand and asked for your forever.

-

Upon entering the cosy warmth of home, Freddie was greeted by the soft buzz of the TV and its gentle glow casting shadows across the room, before his weary eyes spotted you sprawled on the roomy sofa, wearing nothing but his favourite number 31 jersey. And he couldn’t suppress a smile spreading across his face as he approached, feeling a rush of affection seeing you peacefully asleep.

Though tempted to wake you and celebrate tonight’s win together, Freddie resisted, knowing you deserved undisturbed rest after supporting him through the highs and lows of the season.

Yet, as he roamed the familiar corners of your home, he couldn't resist pulling you into his arms, embracing your smaller frame as you stirred from sleep.

"Freddie," your voice, thick with sleep, reached his ears as you blinked awake, greeted by your husband leaning over you.

"Hello, skat," he murmured softly, a gentle smile on his lips as he met your gaze. "Didn't mean to wake you... I just wanted to take you to bed."

"Mmm," you hummed, letting him effortlessly lift you from the sofa, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. His warmth enveloped you, a sense of safety washing over you as he held you close.

"You can always wake me up, Freddie," you whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on his lips, a shy smile gracing your face.

"I know, but it's late... so let's head to bed," he simply replied, slowly carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Then carefully, he settled you onto the mattress, his movements gentle as his gaze lingered on you, tucking you in snugly.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as your eyes followed his towering figure moving around the bed, slowly peeling off his shirt. And you had to bite your lower lip, as you admired his fair chest in the subdued room lighting.

With every motion, you felt your heart rate gradually increasing as he discarded more clothing, and suddenly, you felt anything but tired, especially with your handsome husband now only in his boxers. You were irresistibly drawn to him, your mouth watering and your eyes glinting with desire. Even though he’d only been away for a few days, it felt like a long deprivation, and he was the first feast on the menu.

So, as he joined you on the bed, you eagerly leaned in and pulled him into a fervent kiss.

Freddie chuckled softly during the kiss at your sudden change in demeanour, pulling back slightly to offer you a wry smile, making an effort to keep his composure.

“Min skat, it’s late… and you’re tired…” he whispered softly, his thumb gently caressing your lower lip.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a flirtatious look, as your eyes were brimming with nothing but desire for your partner. “Not anymore…” you murmured, shaking your head gently.

Time didn’t matter now. Your husband was back home, his team had progressed to the second round of the playoffs, and he’d performed brilliantly. Nedless to say, he deserved nothing less than to be honoured.

So, instead of giving in to sleep, you leaned in for another kiss. And this time, it was more passionate and intense than before. Your hand cupped his bearded cheek as you drew closer, your tongue pressing against his lips, seeking entrance, which he eagerly granted.

It was no secret that Freddie had missed your touch as well. With his focus on the playoffs and his commitment to training, sex hadn’t exactly been a priority in recent weeks. So, when the opportunity for intimate celebration presented itself, he wasn’t about to refuse.

Then as your fingers tangled in his ginger locks, pulling him nearer, he instinctively intensified the kiss, deepening it further, creating friction as your saliva mingled and your tongues engaged in a sensual dance.

He craved you so badly. And with each passing moment, the kiss grew messier and more fervent, his heartbeat quickening and blood rushing to his groin. To him, you were exquisite. Your body seemed perfectly crafted for his, and he found himself unable to resist once your skin met his. You were his weakness. Under your touch, he, a goaltender, would lose all his focus and control.

The room seemed to ignite with heat as your hands began to explore each other. With newfound vigour, you took the lead and positioned yourself to straddle Freddie – though it took some effort due to his broad hips. Tonight, however, you didn’t mind. As you settled with a knee on either side of him, he leaned back slightly, your lips still locked as his hands found your buttocks.

And it didn’t take long before you felt his slowly growing hardness pressing against your core, only the fabric of your underwear and his boxers standing in the way.

Then with slow, sensual movements, you moved your lips away from his, trailing down his bearded jawline, descending to his strong neck, across his exposed throat as he tilted his head back slightly. And continuing southward, you tenderly traced his collarbone, alternating between kisses and gentle nips with your teeth, before moving down his chest, and continuing your descent, your mouth lingering on his skin.

With each kiss, each delicate nip, Freddie’s breathing became more erratic as he watched you through his lashes, feeling himself growing harder with each touch.

And finally, you slowly inched your way past his belly button, and reached the waistband of his boxers.

“Mmm, skat, you don’t have to…” Freddie muttered, his breath catching as he knew your intentions. However, his protest fell on deaf ears, even to himself. He yearned for your touch, and the prospect of your mouth on him was nothing short of a fantasy.

So, as you simply smirked up at him, slipping your fingers under the elastic band of his boxers and pulling them down to release his hardened shaft, he swallowed hard in anticipation. Freddie offered some assistance, kicking off his boxers, then you took hold of his length, stroking it gently before leaning in and sensually licking from bottom to top.

“Oh, yes… fuck…”

You couldn’t help but smirk as you noticed his eyes blink a few times, waiting for your next move. Yet tonight wasn’t about teasing. Tonight was about giving your husband what he’d earned. So, without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his tip, coating it with saliva before slowly taking more of him into your mouth, his hand finding your hair swiftly, as he guided you.

Freddie was rather large, no doubt about that. So, he never quite fit completely inside your mouth. However, as you took him further down your throat, gently moving your head up and down in sensual motions, you used a hand to cover the rest of his length. Giving head to your well-endowed ginger husband wasn’t the easiest task, but you couldn’t help but feel satisfaction as you heard his moans growing louder and more uncontrolled with each motion.

And as you maintained a steady rhythm with your warm mouth around his sensitive cock, Freddie felt himself slowly approaching a deeply desired climax. Which you sensed it as his fingers lightly tugged on your locks.

“Mmm, yes, it feels so good, baby… love your mouth…”

His words mixed with deep breaths and husky moans made your core pool. And though you wanted nothing more than to finish him off then and there, you also longed to feel him inside you.

So, when sensing his thigh muscles tense beneath you, you slowly released his member from your mouth, gasping for air as your eyes locked with his. There was no need for words; Freddie understood your next move instinctively.

Moving away from his body with gentle grace, you discarded your own underwear, leaving on the jersey before returning to straddle his broad hips, where his hands naturally found your hips for support once more. Then with delicate movements, you let your folds glide against his hard cock, teasing your clit as you steadied your hands on his chest.

Driven by mutual desire, you then guided the tip of Freddie’s cock to your entrance and, almost effortlessly, sank down onto him, allowing him to fill you up completely.

“Oh, Freddie,” you moaned as he stretched you. Despite being accustomed to his size over time, your body surrendered to the desperate need for him, melting into him almost instantly. And upon regaining control of your breaths, you began to move your hips slowly, allowing his shaft to glide in and out of your slick core.

Freddie too was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations as your tightness enveloped him, knowing he wouldn’t last long tonight. You felt utterly amazing, pressing your hands against his chest to establish a steady rhythm, your harmonious moans filling the room as the heat between you intensified.

You had missed the sensation of Freddie’s body against yours. And as he sat up, his lips crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss, his hands slipped under the jersey and swiftly discarded it across the room before returning to the kiss.

You kept your hips in motion, gradually increasing the pace as your fingers once again found his fiery hair, pulling him closer into the passionate kiss. And breathing was almost forgotten amidst the kisses, as you briefly pulled apart to catch your breath before diving back into a fervent embrace.

It was hot. Feeling his chest against your breasts, you rode him with all the energy you could muster, his thumb finding your clit to gently circle. The pleasure was intense, your orgasm building as you pressed against him, while his thick member stimulated your walls and teased your sensitive spot inside. It was almost too much. Overwhelmed, your mind clouded, and your lungs begged for air.

And Freddie sensed your urgency as his finger worked its magic, his hips instinctively meeting yours in rhythm. And it wasn’t long before you reached the brink of orgasm, your hips moving rapidly against his finger as the climax washed over you, causing you to arch your back, close your eyes, and release a loud cry of pleasure, with his name slipping off your lips.

It was the high you’d been craving for days, if not weeks. And finally, you reached it.

Then slowly calming from your high, you took deep breaths before reconnecting your lips in a tender kiss. However, when you pulled apart again, Freddie changed position. Sensing his own climax approaching, he leaned forward and pushed you down into the mattress, hovering over you in missionary, before setting his own pace.

His motions were as desperate as yours had been, and though he tried to keep it romantic with soft kisses, it quickly grew too intense and rapid. Covered in sweat, your bodies moved together as he thrusted into you, his cock buried deep as he pounded harder and faster.

Your moans filled the room as pleasure coursed through your body once more, while your fingers dug into his shoulders as he overstimulated you with every pound.

“Oh, fuck…” Freddie grunted deeply, signalling his imminent release.

And with a few more forceful thrusts, he propelled himself over the edge, emptying himself as he filled you up with his release, reaching climax.

Both of you needed a moment to come back down to earth, ensnared in a blissful haze as you caught your breath. And when you finally managed to breathe again, you flashed him a satisfied smile.

“Congratulations on the amazing win, Freddie,” you chuckled lightly, still a little breathless, and your husband couldn’t help but chuckle as well, feeling the exhilaration from the incredible intimacy you’d shared.

-

As morning crept in, you felt Freddie's body close to yours, the sunlight trickling in through the curtains.

The tingling sensation from the events of the night still lingered, yet a new desire stirred within you as you sensed Freddie's morning wood against your lower back, snug in his boxers. And a smile naturally spread across your face, while wrapped in his sturdy arms, you slowly awakened, turning in his embrace to meet his peaceful expression.

With gentle caresses, you traced the contours of his handsome face, adorned with ginger freckles, as he too gradually roused from sleep.

"Morning," his deep, husky voice murmured, his eyes still closed.

"Morning, baby. How did you sleep?" Your voice matched his in softness and crispiness.

"Mmm, slept like a log, min skat," he replied softly. "With you by my side and after last night, I couldn't ask for more..."

A light chuckle escaped you, and a mischievous urge to tease suddenly took hold.

"Wait, what went down last night?" you playfully quizzed, causing Freddie to open his eyes and raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, so you've forgotten?" he teased back.

"Hmm... maybe," you replied, feigning innocence.

"Well then," Freddie leaned over you, enveloping you completely with his larger frame, his face hovering close to yours. "I guess I'll have to remind you then..." he said with a seductive tone.

It was the epitome of a lazy morning kiss—half sleepy, half passionate, as your lips moved languidly, yet the desire between you both was palpable.

Your fingers eagerly tangled in Freddie's hair as the kiss intensified, and soon, any remaining barriers of clothing between your bodies were discarded.

In the gentle morning light, Freddie's skin seemed to glow as he explored your mouth with his own, his hardness evident and eager to be satisfied once more. Yet he took his time, savouring the sensation of your skin against his, allowing your mouths to move in perfect harmony as you delved deeper into the sensuality of the moment.

Then, with a gentle shift, Freddie slid his right leg between yours, his thigh making contact with your core, instantly revealing your moist readiness for him.

"Mmm, fuck, skat," he murmured against your lips, echoing your moans as you felt his strong muscles against your sensitive flesh. “So wet already…” 

A smirk played on your lips as you couldn't deny the craving for more. Despite both of you feeling a bit weary from staying up late due to Freddie's late return after the game, you found yourself getting turned on by the early morning touches.

And adjusting his leg, Freddie then slid his arm between your bodies, his middle finger delving into your heat while he kept his lips locked with yours.

"Mmm, Freddie," you moaned as he alternated between teasing your entrance and circling your sensitive clit. And then a louder gasp, mixed with a moan, escaped you as he effortlessly slid two fingers inside.

With gentle strokes, he massaged your inner walls, ensuring to prepare you with care for what was to come. Though the goal wasn't to bring you to climax yet, the sensation of his thick digits stirred pleasurable feelings within you.

And as you tilted your head back against the pillow and watched him through your lower lashes, soft moans escaped your lips. Then Freddie gently withdrew his fingers, lining up his erect member instead, and with deliberate slowness, he pushed himself inside you.

It was a lazy rhythm as he then gently rocked his hips, while exchanging sloppy kisses. Your hands roamed from his hair to his shoulders, then to his neck, pulling him closer.

It was a moment of pure romance, not as eager and fiery as the night before. This was simply two bodies connecting in a slow, steady pace, each stimulating the other towards pleasure. Amidst tender kisses, soft moans escaped you both, indicating the gradual ascent towards climax.

The room felt stiflingly warm, sweat glistening on your bodies as you moved together, intensified by the sunlight streaming in. And it only urged you to hasten towards release. Slowly, Freddie increased his rhythm, his hips pressing a little harder against you as he thrust in and out, propelling you closer to the edge.

Your breaths grew heavier with each internal caress, your mind enveloped in a blissful haze with every motion. "Yes, Freddie... I'm getting close... I'm - I'm going to come," you whispered amidst your moans.

And that only spurred Freddie on even more, his movements becoming quicker. Sensing the tightening grip of your walls around him, he drove himself harder and faster, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as you tugged on his hair, your faces pressed close, sharing deep breaths.

Then with a final flurry of rapid thrusts, Freddie brought you to the pinnacle of pleasure. With a loud cry, you squeezed your eyes shut and moaned out his name, the intensity overwhelming your senses as ecstasy consumed your mind. And as your muscles tightened around his sensitive member, it triggered his own release, letting out a deep grunt, as Freddie spilled his seed into your depths, the sensation washing over him.

While the climaxes may not have matched the intensity of the night before, they were still nothing short of amazing. And as you both gasped for air in the aftermath, smiles adorned your faces as you exchanged tender kisses. Freddie then gently disentangled himself from you and suggested a shower to properly wake up and prepare for the day, though the only plans involved lounging on the sofa with a bad movie.

-

About two months had passed since the fifth game of the playoffs, and now you found yourself bustling around your home, preparing for a significant event; the wedding of some of your closest friends.

Although the Canes had put on a stellar performance, their journey unfortunately came to an end when the Tampa Bay Lightning emerged victorious during the fourth game of the Eastern Conference Final. Freddie, naturally, was devastated, having poured his heart and soul into every moment on the ice, but it just hadn’t been enough.

However, today wasn't about hockey. It was about witnessing two people pledge their love in front of their loved ones—a day filled with joy and romance.

The only worry weighing on your mind was that you hadn't been feeling quite right in the past few weeks, causing Freddie to fret.

"Skat, are you sure you're up for going to a wedding? I don't want you to go if you feel sick..." he expressed his concern while putting on his shirt.

"Freddie, honey, I'm fine, I promise!" You did your best to reassure him with a sweet smile.

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to go... I can go alone," he persisted.

However, there was no need for concern. Just two days ago, you had discovered the reason behind your recent unease, despite not being ill. Yet you hadn't found the right moment to share the news with Freddie, especially since it wasn't exactly part of the plans, he had envisioned for the two of you, particularly with your upcoming trip to Italy.

"Fred... I'm really okay," you reassured him, offering another smile. "But I promise, if I start feeling unwell, I'll let you know."

Freddie was always attentive when it came to your health, but he also knew he had to trust your word as you stood before him in nothing but your undergarments, flashing him a reassuring smile.

So, with a sigh, he nodded in agreement. "Alright... but can you help me with my tie then?"

And of course, you could. Despite knowing that Freddie was more than capable of tying his own tie, considering he wore suits several days a week during the season, it was a task he knew you enjoyed assisting him with. You had even practiced a few more creative knots than just the classic, just for fun.

As you stood there in the middle of the room, with only the soft hum of the outside world, you couldn't help but smile as you savoured the calm moment with the man you loved with all your heart, your husband and soulmate. Then turning to take hold of your dress and gently slipped it on, you decided it was about time to tell him the reason behind your recent behaviour.

Standing in front of the mirror, your eyes meeting Freddie's reflection behind you, you voiced your thoughts sweetly. "Can you zip up my dress for me?" you asked, another soft smile gracing your lips.

"Of course, min skat," Freddie simply replied, coming to stand behind you, his hands finding the zipper, and delicately guiding the fabric to envelop your figure. "Hmm, it's a nice dress, baby—haven't seen you wear this in a while..." he murmured, admiring how it beautifully hugged your body.

"Well..." you began softly. "I just wanted to wear it one more time before... before it won't fit me anymore."

Your eyes searched for Freddie's in the mirror.

"What do you mean?" he inquired softly, but then he noticed your hand resting on your lower abdomen, his eyes widening, and his mouth forming an 'o'. "Wait... babe, are you... I mean, are we?" he stuttered under his breath, a soft smile slowly spreading across his lips.

Turning around to face him, you looked up with a gentle smile and nodded. "Yes, Freddie... I'm pregnant..."

There was a brief moment of anticipation as you awaited his reaction, but it didn't take long before Freddie's eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

"We're going to have a baby!" he exclaimed loudly with pure joy, wrapping his strong arms around your body and lifting you into the air in sheer happiness. And you couldn't help but chuckle as he held you close, your eyes locking in a gaze as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Laughter and happiness filled the air as you both shared the news of the new chapter that was to form your lives together. And as you shared a tender kiss, with Freddie still holding you, there was nothing else to say but, "I love you so much, Frederik Andersen."

"I love you too, min skat."

[onthinice-k]

Little Do You Know - F. Andersen

It’s finally done! This fic was written for the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston and is for @mp0625. It was a nice challenge to write a reader insert for the first time, I had a lot of fun creating this story and I hope you enjoy readiit just as much!

Also, everyone be warned, I didn’t look at a single calendar or any actual game scores. I just did what felt right and hoped for the best. Also, don’t think too closely about the reader’s job. I have no idea how it actually works, I just put a lot of imagination and confidence into writing it. There also is a guest appearance of Seth Jarvis.

Summary: Suddenly working for the Carolina Hurricanes wasn't how you'd thought your year would end. Everything that followed was just as surprising.

Pairing: Frederik Andersen x f!reader (no mentions of y/n)

Words: 11.9k (I’m sorry, this was planned to be like 3k words at most?? I have no idea what happend)

Warnings: a few swear words? Reader is described as shorter than Freddy, otherwise no physical descriptions. It might sound just a little angsty at the beginning, but it's really not; mostly fluff and maybe some light hurt/comfort

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Jane's grin should have been enough to make you suspicious.

It was one evening, after another long shift at work and overtime that you would probably never see the pay for.

Even without looking at her, you knew the look Jane would give you. One of those pitying ones that made you a little more defensive than you should’ve been - a constant reminder that perhaps the year hadn't exactly been perfect.

But that didn't automatically mean Jane was right. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, you had once tried to tell her once. You were happy. No, really.

Sure, the breakup at the beginning of the year had been long and accompanied by a lot of shouting and tears. At the beginning you had been so sure that he was the one - only to be disappointed once again a few months later. But you could always use that as a learning experience, couldn’t you? Jane didn't know what she was talking about when she’d said that you seemed lonely sometimes. Better alone than with the wrong person, right?

And sure, the water damage to the apartment wasn't ideal either. But at least the only thing that couldn’t be saved was the kitchen. Everything else just needed time to dry and, well, maybe a new coat of paint. Two weeks later you had managed to find a new place to move into with your best friend, Jane.

Maybe she wasn’t entirely wrong about your job being more than miserable. Seemingly endless overtime and the salary just enough to make ends meet.

Maybe Jane had a point, even though you hated to admit it.

You weren't unhappy per se. But maybe, just maybe, there was still room for improvement.

And now it was December.

Jane had gotten a telltale glint in her eyes when you both realized that. Less than four weeks left to end the year on a good note.  Or maybe you should just wait for the next one and hope it’ll get better. So, with a shrug of your shoulders, you'd put the thought aside for the moment.

Her grin should’ve made you suspicious. But instead, it was already forgotten by the next morning.

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"Jane!" Your voice was far too loud considering she was sitting barely a meter away.

"Hm?" Jane looked up from her book, confused, maybe a little worried. You weren’t paying enough attention right not to get a good read on her expression.

You couldn't believe your eyes. Even after reading the text for the third time, you wanted to pinch yourself. Hard. This had to be a strange dream.

The words blinking up at you from the screen seemed unbelievable.

"Did you- Did you submit my application with- to the- the Carolina Hurricanes?!"

Jane seemed to process your words in her head. Then understanding began to spread across her face.

Your mouth kept opening and closing, but no words came out. You didn't even know what you would have, should’ve, said. What was a normal response in this situation?

Jane straightened up a little and leaned toward you. She was looking over your shoulder at the laptop.

"Oh, they were faster than I expected."

"How... What..."

Sure, you'd complained to her just the other day that the youth team you'd applied to had suddenly realized they didn't have the budget for a full-time position after all. The interview at the equipment store on the other side of town left a lot to be desired after their first question was how much overtime you could put in per month.

But this? You’d never have expected that.

"Are you crazy?" Your voice was still unexpectedly shrill.

“It’s not a rejection letter”, she sounded a little too proud for your liking.

You squinted your eyes at her.

“Then I would’ve killed you. After burying myself out of embarrassment.”

"Oh, come on. You have to admit, it sounds perfect for you," Jane simply shrugged her shoulders. Leaning back again, she looked a lot calmer than you felt.

Nevertheless, you did have to admit that it sounded almost perfect. Often you had helped out with the equipment in small teams in the past and had always enjoyed the work. It was close to the action without being in the foreground.

But still.

"I can't believe you." You slumped back against the couch and ran your fingers through your hair. "This is crazy. You’re crazy..."

Jane sighed. "Hey, if you're not interested, don't answer." Then she turned back to her book.

She made it sound so easy.

"I didn't say that!" you defended yourself immediately.

Jane snorted, then at least a brief twitch of the corner of her mouth.

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Your hands were shaking as you pushed open the nondescript door. It had all happened so fast.

Someone had called you the very next morning.

It was all so unbelievable that you could barely remember the phone call.

 "It's a temporary position, but it needs to be filled quickly," the man on the phone had said, that much you could recall - immediately followed by the question of when you could start.

Apparently, someone had gotten sick after they were already understaffed and so they urgently needed someone to fill in.

Your experience at the small hockey center in your hometown had probably paid off after all. While growing up you had helped the coach, who trained the children’s hobby group, with the equipment.

In return, he always gave you old skates and sticks that were once forgotten by someone and never got picked up so you could try them out during your own team’s training.

Maybe they also decided on you because they just didn’t have many applicants with previous experience of any level available at such short notice. But who knew. And really, you didn’t really care either way.

Especially as just a few hours after the call you were now following hurriedly written down directions through the corridors of the arena that you had previously only seen as a visitor. 

Anthony, whose first words had been "Call me Tony", had been awaiting you already. His tour of the most important rooms was not only packed with way too much information but also constantly interrupted by other people’s questions and demands.

Nevertheless, Tony remained friendly and patient with them as well as you, even when you had forgotten which direction you had come from for the third time in a row. Once or twice, he might even have stifled an amused grin.

"Let me just show you the storage rooms and then..."

"Anthony," an older man interrupted from the side. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a grim expression on his face.

An official-looking ID was hanging around his neck.

Tony grimaced at the use of his full name.

"What is it now?" he asked, barely able to hide his annoyed voice under a wavering polite smile. It was the first time you'd seen Tony anything other than friendly today. It was almost weird.

The man didn't really look at Tony, but rather past him, even though the words were clearly directed at Tony. "The sticks are all mixed up." The accusatory tone in his voice was clear, as if Tony had personally caused the mess.

"We don't know what belongs to whom."

Tony sighed. "Of course, you don't", he muttered so quietly that only you could hear the words. However, the other man would have been able to see the hint of an eye roll hadn’t he turned away again, apparently to grumble at the next person.

"Don't let Mike intimidate you," Tony explained, turning back to you, "in case he ever snaps at you. He likes to feel more important than he is." He rolled his eyes with a wry grin.

Someone hesitantly tapped Tony’s shoulder. This time a young man, who looked like he'd just graduated high school.

"Sorry, I know you're busy - I don't mean to interrupt - but, uh, a strap on a goalie pad broke."

Anthony ran a hand over his forehead. "Another one? Shit."  He exhaled noisily. "That's the third one in two days. It has to be a production error. Has the manufacturer responded to the complaint yet?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Mike called impatiently for Anthony from the next room. Torn, he turned briefly at the voice, then looked back at the boy next to him. "They probably need the goalies for training right now?"

The boy nodded shyly: "They said it was urgent."

Anthony sighed again.

Then he looked at you with a wry grin: "Looks like you'll get something to do sooner than expected."

He got handed a paper from someone walking past him. While searching for something on it he continued talking.

"We only have a few pads left in stock. The new order hasn't arrived yet and we need the ones we still have for the game tonight. Do you know how to sew?" He looked up.

"A little?" Your grandparents had taught you a long time ago, but it wasn't something you had to do regularly in your daily life.

"Great, that should be enough for now. It doesn't have to be pretty, as long as it does the job."

Anthony patted you on the back approvingly. Then he left you standing alone in the hallway, his exit accompanied by another long "Anthony" yell.

You were left standing there. Uncertainly you looked at the young man next to you.

He shrugged his shoulders just as unsure. He murmured quietly: "In that room over there." With a finger, he pointed at a door.

Well, then you should probably get to work. 'That room over there' really wasn't hard to find. It was only a few meters away.

What you didn't expect, however, was to almost walk into a huge man as soon as you entered the room. You always knew that hockey players tended to be quite tall, but it still took you by surprise.

You had to tilt your head back to look the man in the face. Of course, having lived here long enough you knew all the players on the team, at least by name. You weren't some crazy fan but at least invested enough to watch the games whenever you had the time. For your last birthday you had even gotten tickets to watch one live in the arena. It had been great.

Now you were faced with a certain goalie. Stubborn ginger strands fell into his face, his cheeks slightly flushed from training or the cold. Television did not do him justice at all.

Stay professional, you had to order yourself. This was your job. You couldn't mess it up, especially not on the first day.

Frederik looked up. He ran his eyes over your form for a moment. Then he tilted his head. "You're not Tony," his voice sounded unexpectedly soft.

"Oh, uh, no. I'm new here. First day today." Wow, very smooth. Good job.

If Freddie thought the same, he didn't let on. Quite the opposite. He openly watched you, his mouth twisted into a crooked grin. "Well, in that case. Welcome."

You mumbled a "Thank you."

A brief silence filled the room. While you reminded yourself to get yourself under control, you could still feel his appraising gaze on you - not hostile, just curious.

"How do you like it so far?" You could see little lines forming around his eyes as he smiled at you.

"I mean, a map would be helpful. All these corridors are like a labyrinth," you tried to joke.

Freddie laughed. "Oh yeah. You don't want to know how many times I got lost in here at first."

Maybe he was just saying that to make you feel better. However, you decide not to question it and just let the words calm you down a little.

"Are you almost done?" a woman poked her head into the room. Her stern features were emphasized by her narrow glasses. She reminded you of a strict principal scowling at running students.

You were almost certain you'd seen her in the corridors earlier today. Maybe Tony had told you her name and position, but if so, you'd already forgotten again. For the first dozen names you had made an honest effort to memorize them. The numerous ones following after that were buried in the sea of information that had poured in on you in a very short space of time.

"Oh yes, almost done," you grinned at the woman as convincingly as possible.

With a skeptical look, she let her eyes wander back and forth between Freddie, you and finally the pad, still hanging down loosely on his leg.

"Hurry up”, she ordered. You nodded dutifully.

When she had disappeared again, you breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes had literally bored right through you and left you feeling a little uncomfortable. Freddie had squirmed under her eyes just as much.

You didn’t want to risk her turning up here again.

"I think I'll go and get some stuff. To fix that."

Freddie nodded patiently.

Huh.

Well. There was just one problem.

"You wouldn't happen to know where they store needles around here, would you?"

Again, the corners of his mouth pulled to the side in amusement. "Aren't you the one working here?" He was obviously just teasing you, but your cheeks immediately felt a little warmer, nevertheless.

"Right."

In the end, Freddie did help by searching through the drawers in the small cupboard behind him while you examined the rest of the room.

Once needle and thread were found, the work was done quickly. The strap was tight again. It should hold on for the next few hours at least. The stern-looking woman had walked past the room a few more times – more than necessary in your opinion – as you had noticed out of the corner of your eye. However, she had not re-entered the room.

Freddie and you had had some simple conversations on the side so the work had gone by quickly. He had asked your name and where you came from.

All in all, your first job could have gone a lot worse. You were almost a little proud of yourself.

Maybe this was all quite doable after all.

-

It was terrible.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd walked so much, feeling your feet ache with every more step you took. By the time just half of your shift had been over, your legs were already heavy.

Once the game had started, the processes seemed a lot more structured.

The rather hectic running around of the afternoon was replaced by a lot of counting and carrying things from one place to another.

With all the work, you almost missed the end of the game completely.

However, the disappointment was hard to miss. It put deep creases in everyone’s faces; reflected in the way shoulders slumped and voices were muffled.

Losing again after a long winning streak probably always hit everyone hard.

Tony and you got handed the equipment to be washed and dried.

At least one thing hadn't changed though. All sorts of people still wanted something from Tony. He had mumbled to you "I'll be back in a moment", only to definitely not come back after a moment.

Afraid of getting lost for good, you decided to wait here for him anyway.  

Everyone around you seemed to have clear tasks that they were silently following. It was almost strange to see the corridors so quiet, in contrast to a few hours earlier.

No matter where you stood, you had the feeling that you were interfering with the routines of other workers and so you gradually ended up further and further to the end of the narrow hallway. Not knowing exactly where you were was nothing new today. However, this time you were pretty sure this corner hadn’t been in Tony’s tour. 

One by one, players came around a corner. They walked past you individually or in small groups. Very few of them probably really noticed you. Their mood was also noticeably subdued.

You weren't entirely sure whether you were happy to see Freddie again as he slowly stepped around the corner, or whether you would’ve preferred not to see the disappointed look on his face.

You gave him what you hoped was an encouraging smile.

For a brief moment, the corners of his mouth lifted, a hint of a crooked grin as he had almost passed you, but as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished again.

He exhaled forcefully. The heaviness in his eyes returned.

With a long breath, you watched his slowly shrinking figure.

No longer could you stand being in the hallway. You had seen enough disappointed faces for one day. A door caught your eye. It was held open by a chair jammed into the doorway. The cool light falling through the opening was brighter than the ceiling lights.

You dared to take one last look over your shoulder, Freddie had already disappeared from your view. And there was still no sign of Tony. So, you crossed the corridor with slow steps.

The door led directly to the spectator stands. It had apparently been opened after everyone had left the arena.

You let yourself fall against the door frame.

After a quick glance over the seating area, your gaze fell onto the ice surface. Your heart ached in your chest. Before, you hadn't realized how much you missed being on the ice yourself - or you had successfully pushed it to the back of your mind. Only now, when you were so close to it, did the longing come back to you in full force.

"Do you have skates?" The voice so close to your ear made you jump. Lost deep in thought you hadn’t noticed when Tony had appeared next to you.

"What?"

"Do you have skates," he repeated more slowly, "I have to be honest. I'd be a bit disappointed if I had to find out like this that you don't own any." He flashed an amused grin at you.

You frowned. "Yes, of course. I mean, I have relatives in Canada. They'd probably disown me if I didn't."

"Then what's stopping you from taking a few laps on the ice?"

He shrugged as if it were that simple. It couldn't be that simple.

"What? But no, I can't do that..." You found it difficult to find the right words. You didn't even know what you were trying to say yourself.

"The way you look at the ice longingly, it'll melt away otherwise," Tony teased.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "No, but really. Is that allowed?"

"Yep," Tony pointed over his shoulder. "Back there on the list are the times when the ice is free. As long as you don't mind the ice not being fresh, of course."

You could hardly believe what Tony was telling you. There was actually a possibility that you could skate on the ice? It’d been so long since you had skates on your feet. It’s been even longer since you’d last held a hockey stick.

When you thought about what it would be like to practice again after so long, a yearning overcame you.

"Nobody else usually uses it on Mondays and Wednesdays." Tony gave you a significant look.

-

The ice had obviously been heavily used. It couldn't have bothered you less.

The first step on the ice was shakier than you expected. And it still felt so relieving. Like rediscovering one of your favorite childhood sweets years later. Or finding change in your pockets that you’d already forgotten about.

Your face beamed with joy, becoming more relaxed with every step. After two laps around the arena, it felt as familiar as before. Your chest rose and fell at a fast pace.

Even after another ten minutes, you were still alone on the ice. When Tony had said no one else usually used the free ice time on Mondays, he hadn't been exaggerating.

You were still a little unsure before, but now you took the stick you had brought with you and a few pucks that were still in a bucket on the side from the last training session.

The last time you’d played hockey was even longer ago than the last time you’d skated. So, it wasn't surprising that you missed the net a lot the first few tries. The times you did hit the goal, however, felt all the better.

The skillful shots from your youth, when you still had time to go to training regularly, no longer worked nearly as well. In the past, you could’ve done them blindfolded.

Adult responsibilities however got in the way at some point, so you were glad that you were still able to attend a hobby group at least once a month until last year. And it paid off. After a short time, the stick no longer felt so strange in your hand. Maybe Hockey was a bit like riding a bike. You would never quite forget how to do it.

You almost missed the other person coming onto the ice.

Even without his number on his back, you could’ve identified him without a doubt. To be fair, there probably weren't that many people walking around in professional goalie gear. Especially those with access to the ice and a Canes logo on their chest.

Without a doubt: Frederik Andersen had just stepped onto the ice. The exact ice you were standing on.

Uncertain you looked back and forth between the exit and him. You were sure you hadn't misread the time on the list. The clock on the wall also told you that you hadn't just been here much longer than you thought.

Still, should you leave the ice? If he was here, he probably wanted to practice. You'd just get in the way.

After the game on your first day on the job, the Canes lost two more games. And as always happens, critical voices immediately got loud on the internet. Even if you hadn't looked any further, you could imagine what they said about Freddie – hopefully, he followed the media team's advice not to read any of it.

Freddie looked at you for a moment. Then he crossed the ice. However, instead of heading for the other half of the ice as you’d have expected, his path led straight into the net on your side.

Fascinated, you watched as he stretched and moved in quick order. Finally, he straightened up again, leaned forward and tapped the ice several times with his stick.

You looked at him in confusion. But when he then flicked a puck across the rink towards you with his stick, it was a more than clear invitation.

In this moment you were so glad to have had some time to warm up before he arrived.

Your first shots at the net were careful. And apparently, they were way too predictable and easy for Freddie, as he blocked each of them with ease. He didn't even look strained in the slightest.

You took it as a challenge.

The next shots were more confident. You even started to skate a few steps towards the net on each of them, instead of standing rigidly in the middle of the ice.

However, after a lost puck on the way to the net elicited a playfully disappointed shake of the head from Freddie, you made it your mission to mix in a particularly bad shot every few tries. Freddie’s reaction made it more than worth it.

If you looked very closely, you imagined you could even see the smirk under his mask every time.

In the end, you didn't know how long you’d played for.

When Freddie pushed his mask up, a few strands of hair were sticking to his forehead. His features were more relaxed than any of the last times you'd seen him here. It looked good on him.

As you went your separate ways again, he gently nudged you with his shoulder. The smile lingered on your lips for a long time.

– 

"Do you think the small suitcase will be enough for three days?"

Jane looked at you over her shoulder. "Are you going on a trip? Without me?" She clutched her chest dramatically.

"There are a few away games coming up. And I'm supposed to come with them”, you explained. Your nerves must be written all over your face.

"Not that I think I'm really going to be that much help.", you added.

You had only just started to feel like you were slowly getting used to the work in the arena. By now, you could count on one hand how many times you got lost in the seemingly never-ending hallways of the arena in a shift. Even all the tasks no longer appeared as overwhelming as they did at the beginning.

Still, it had taken you days to even come close to finding your way around the arena. Even now, you kept discovering new rooms that you had never seen before.

Now, arriving in a completely foreign arena? You'd never seen how away games were run behind the scenes. And now you were supposed to help out yourself. Over the last days carefully established routines to make work easier would have to be broken again.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot that you're super important now," she teased.

As if. "Hardly. More like the assistant to the assistant."

As you turned back to your bedroom, Jane called after you: "I’m sure it won't be as bad as you think."

Packing took longer than expected. This was probably partly due to the fact that you kept placing stuff in your suitcase just to take it out again minutes later. Should you pack a fifth sweater after all? Would one spare pair of pants be enough or maybe take the black ones with you as well?

By the time you had loaded your bags into your car, you were on the verge of being late. Enough time for you to arrive on time, not enough to get stuck in traffic or spend ages looking for a parking space.

However, you didn’t even get that far.

Your car made a tired stuttering noise before it fell silent again. The same sound was heard on the second attempt. By the third turn of the key, your fingers were already getting clammy.

"Damn it. That can't be true now." Try again. This time the engine only made a muffled scraping sound.  "No, no, no!"

You dropped your head against the steering wheel. Frustration rose up inside you.

Another sharp turn. Your hand clutched the armrest. You preferred not to look too closely at the speed limit. Jane ignored your pointed glances toward her anyway - and today, at least, you were almost glad of her habit of speeding.

The bags on the back seat were a heavy reminder in the corner of your eye.

You almost felt like you were back in your teenage years, being driven around by your parents and older friends. Then the airport finally came into view.

Jane parked and let you out. A car honked behind you. Quickly you thanked her and got out of the car.

You didn't know how, but you were still on time.

–    

After the flight, it was a blessing to arrive at the hotel room.

The room was small, had a strange orange wall color and a dubious stain on the floor that you strictly avoided stepping on. But at least you had the room to yourself. Reason enough to breathe a sigh of relief.  

In the evening, you fell into bed early, exhausted from the day. Sending a photo of your room to Jane would have to wait until tomorrow.

The next morning, you were awake long before your alarm clock. You didn't know who exactly was in the room next to you, but whoever it was had started snoring loudly at some point.

Even after a while, you couldn't fall back asleep. You were slow to pull yourself out of the warmth of your bed, but happy to escape the constant noise. So, you got ready for the day.

When you arrived in the breakfast room with a sectioned-off area for the team and players, the buffet had only just been opened. Apart from you, there was only one other person here so far, who ignored you as politely as you ignored them.

Most people would probably eat later. The game wasn't until late afternoon, so there was no rush to prepare, and morning skate wasn't scheduled for a few hours, as you’d heard.

With a full plate, you sat down at one of the many empty tables. While you ate, you checked your messages.

Jane had texted you last night to tell you that she’d taken your car to the mechanic. Already, they had sent you an email with a list of what needed to be repaired. Your hope that it would only be just a minor repair instantly vanished as you saw the length of the list.

You gulped a second time at the amount at the bottom of the mail.

Shit. That would easily consume an entire month's salary. You dropped your forehead to your hands.

"Does breakfast in general make you unhappy or is it this one in particular?" The chair next to you was pulled back. A certain ginger goalie fell into the seat.

You couldn't suppress a faint snort.

"I wouldn't count my car as breakfast," you tried to joke. Just the thought of your car made you grimace again.

"Oh," his brow furrowed gently. "That doesn't sound good?"

"Yeah. I mean, it has made a weird noise for a while now, should’ve known something like this would happen eventually. I just hoped to have a little more time before having to get it repaired."

Groaning you let your head fall into your hands again. Freddie shook his head, an amused glint in his eyes.

Then he seemed to have another thought.

“Wait, so how did you get to the airport?”

“Oh, I had someone drive me.” You turned your head to look at him.

“Boyfriend?" Maybe it was just hopeful wishing, the way Freddie's eyebrows drew down a touch further. “I mean, not that it’s any of my business.”

"My roommate, Jane." After short consideration, you also added: “Don’t think my ex would’ve even bothered to drive me.” You couldn't see Freddie’s face at that moment as your eyes were drawn to a new incoming message. Just Jane complaining about the weather.

“That sounds like there’s a story.”

You snorted. “Not a good one.”

Freddie seemed to get the drift. He did however furrow his brows slightly and asked slowly: "Wait, how are you getting home then?"

You could almost have sworn that Freddie was sitting closer than at the beginning.

To be honest, you hadn't really thought about it yourself. "Probably an Uber or...?" you mumbled but didn't finish the thought.

Someone from the marketing team - Angela? Angelica? Angeline? - sat down on a chair opposite you.

The conversation was paused for now. Instead, the blonde woman chattered away happily as you just nodded at the appropriate times.

You hadn't noticed when the room had started to become so crowded.

–  

When they’d said: "I have an exciting task for you today", you hadn't thought that cleaning helmets would be a big part of it.

Being allowed to take on more tasks on your own was wonderful. And you were grateful.

There were various parts on a few of the helmets that needed to be replaced or checked. By itself a nice and relaxing work. However, having to polish helmets had always been very low on your list of favorite activities. And today you had to clean every single one after the repairs.

One by one, some players arrived to collect their helmets for training themselves. Others were picked up and taken away by staff on their way past. By the time the last helmet was shiningly clean, there were only three left on the table next to you, waiting to be picked up.

And, well, one of them was a beautifully painted goalie mask of a very specific goalie.

Another player came to collect his helmet. You immediately suppressed the disappointment that welled up in your stomach when you realized who was coming through the door. Or rather, the disappointment at who it wasn't.

He was friendly, exchanged a few brief words with you and finally thanked you before disappearing again.

And then, Freddie came into the room. You almost missed it over your struggle of trying to get a new rag from the top shelf.

“Let me help you”, the deep voice from behind surprised you.  

He probably could’ve stepped around you and still reached the pile of rags easily enough. However, Freddie appeared behind you, not quite touching you, but close enough that you could feel the heat coming from his body.

Even after grabbing the desired item, he didn’t step back a whole lot, stayed close. If you would’ve wanted to you could’ve taken a step to the side. There was more than enough space and even if there wasn’t you knew Freddie would’ve moved immediately and apologized if you’d asked. But you didn’t.

You stayed exactly where you were.

The air between you felt almost charged. You wanted to see what Freddie’d do. You didn’t get the chance to.

The moment was over as quickly as it had come when the door was pushed open. You both jumped.

Until now you’d only seen Seth Jarvis occasionally from a distance in the hallways. Apart from that, you haven't had much to do with him yet.

The first thing you noticed about him today was that he was already holding his helmet in his hands. It was hanging over two fingers as if he had forgotten he even had it. You dimly remembered giving it to one of the employees not long ago.

You looked down at him once with furrowed brows. The rest of his equipment looked complete too and in working order.

Freddie huffed.

Seth's gaze flitted back and forth between him and you. A far too pleased grin began to grow on his face.

For a few seconds, his gaze stayed wandering between you two.

Finally, you broke the silence when it didn’t seem as if he intended to say anything.

"Is there… A problem with your helmet?"

Seth blinked at you. Then he followed your gaze down to his hands.

He shook his head, almost confused by your question. "No, everything's fine."

Okay? Then he probably hadn’t returned for that.

"Then... Anything else I can help you with?" you continued to ask.

He looked down at himself once more and seemed to think for a moment. Freddie started to speak, a meaningful glint in his eyes: "I'm sure it isn't-"

Somehow that just made Seth’s mischievous grin reappear.

He interrupted Freddie: "Hm, I don't know," he thought slowly, "My shin pad has been kind of weird these last few days and…"

Freddie scowled at him. But Seth didn't let it bother him at all. On the contrary, his grin widened a little more.

Amusement flashed in his eyes. There seemed to be some kind of silent communication between the two.

Finally, Seth concluded: "But it's not really that bad.”

So, you were back to square one.

"Then, anything else I can help you with?"

Seth’s answer came too quickly: "I guess I forgot why I came here. Can’t have been that important."

Turning around, however, took him longer than it should have, and you were pretty sure he did it on purpose. At the door, he threw another grinning look back.

Finally, you two were alone again.

You continued blinking at the door. What was that?

"I should probably see what he's up to," Freddie sighed but offered no other explanation. Nevertheless, he made no effort to leave.

Instead, almost absentmindedly he traced an invisible line in the table.

It took you a moment to notice - he lingered.

You didn't know what to do with the realization. Staring at Freddie the whole time only made you feel stranger. Whatever this conversation just was already left you almost dazed, so you picked up the last remaining helmet beside Freddie’s mask again.

You already knew it was spotless. Not for nothing had you spent so much time cleaning it earlier.

Just to have something to do, you picked up another cloth and set to work again.

Freddie watched you silently. There was something comfortable, almost familiar about sharing the silence.

When the last helmet was finally picked up by another employee, it was the signal for Freddie to leave.

You handed him his mask as well. Your fingers touched too long to be just a coincidence. It made your heart beat loudly in your chest.

For a moment you hesitated. Then you raised an arm briefly to his shoulder and gave him a quick squeeze. "Good luck!"

Before you had a chance to regret your decision, you went back to your work.

–   

The high spirits of some of the players you spotted hours later in the hallways told you how the game had turned out, even though you’d been too busy to watch.

You didn't think Freddie would send you more than a quick smile as he walked down the corridor. Two others caught up with him. One of them, easily recognized as Seth Jarvis, and one of the rookies. Seth said something to Freddie, then pushed him to the side straight at you, laughing with one hand behind his back.

With a slight color in his cheeks, no doubt still from the game, he took a few steps towards you. Smiling, he raised an arm. He waited a moment, as if offering you a way out. Instead, you gladly took a small step in his direction.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders. You were pressed firmly against Freddie, who murmured a quiet thank you against your hair. Then, he let go of you all too quickly.

What exactly he was thanking you for you didn’t know. You also didn’t get the chance to ask.

As they passed you, the other two players behind Freddie greeted you cheerfully. You didn't even know other players knew your name. Seth looked almost as amused as earlier today.

– 

By the last day of the road trip, you could no longer stand being in your room. Something about the specific shade of the wall color made your skin itch if you looked at it for too long.

It was unexpected how much you missed home. Even after just those few days in hotel rooms.

Maybe it was having to live out of a suitcase because it wasn't worth putting your things in the closet when you might be traveling to the next city that same night or the next morning. Or maybe it was the way you were constantly surrounded by the general working atmosphere.

You couldn't put your finger on it. What you could say, however, was that you couldn't wait to get home. 

Just one last game.

After dinner, you couldn't bring yourself to go back to your room. Instead, you explored the common room reserved for the team and staff.

Through the window, you could see some players playing with a ball in the backyard below. At a table in the corner, various people were playing a card game you had never heard of.

In a quiet area, you settled down with a book.

Everything was ideal for reading. It was quiet enough; the sofa was comfortable and you were wearing one of your coziest sweaters.

Still, you couldn’t concentrate on your book. Your thoughts wouldn’t calm down, leaving you feeling restless. Every few minutes you shifted in your seat.

You would have liked to fast-forward the day so that it would finally be evening, and you could go home. If it was up to you, you would have already been on a plane.

Every time someone walked past or entered the room, you unconsciously raised your eyes. And every time, you were annoyed that you had lost the line in your book again. Not that you could remember much of the story anyway. Your attention wasn't quite there.

However, it also meant you noticed when Freddie entered the room.

He stopped several times to talk to people. When he was only a few steps away from the sofas, he looked back and forth between them.

Before you could think about it too long, you slid a little to the side, as if an invitation. There was more than enough space next to you for him to sit down without you touching. However, you left the final decision to him.

You didn't have to wait long. Freddie plopped down on the couch - just a touch closer than usual, but still far enough away that you almost questioned if you were just imagining it. Not that you were complaining.

He opened the book he'd been holding under his arm.

Not exactly subtle, he kept watching you out of the corner of his eye. As soon as you lifted your head, however, he immediately averted his gaze.

Actually, you didn't want to ask. You weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer. What if it was a problem just you had. But still.

After another moment of thought you blurted: "Do you ever get tired of away games?"

"Huh?" He looked up, apparently not having anticipated such a question.

Well, there was no turning back now anyway.

"Like, traveling around all the time, being away from home so much?" you tried to explain.

His answer came easily. "Oh, absolutely. I used to hate it so much. Now it’s not as bad anymore. I mean, some days I would still be rather at but, ehn." He shrugged his shoulders.  

Only after a moment did you ask further, having the feeling he wasn't going to add anything more.

"Used to? What changed?"

"Mainly the team. Getting to know the people you spend the days with has been incredibly helpful. It feels less like a business trip and more like… Like a school trip when you were younger." For a moment he got a far-away look in his eyes as if lost in thought.

Your gaze glided across the room. ‘Business trip’ summed up pretty well how it felt to you. Even though you've had superficial conversations with a lot of people, you probably didn't know any of them nearly well enough to put them anywhere near the friends category.

But of course, you’d also noticed how many of the others were always planning activities in groups or just talking and joking over the meals.

You exhaled briefly.

Freddie watched you for a moment. He tilted his head, then continued slowly. His words seemed measured: “You know, the first road trip after my trade here was particularly hard."

You hadn't even thought about that. Your stomach tightened at the thought of how Freddie must have felt.

"Of course, at most everything is the same, but it still feels so- so unfamiliar. You don't know who's sitting next to whom on the plane. You don't know who's a good roommate and who might snore loudly or leave their things everywhere. And all these little rituals and changes that might not even exist at home games."

"But it got better?" You looked at the hands in your lap.

"It really does. The first few times the unfamiliarity, it's so exhausting. But with each more trip, it becomes more and more of a habit."

After a beat of silence, Freddie added slowly: "I don't want to lie to you. Sometimes I'd still rather stay at home. Home games are definitely more enjoyable, as far as that goes. But they're exceptions, just like everyone has bad days."

Encouragingly, he gently pressed his shoulder against yours. The brief touch turned into a long moment, somehow your whole sides touching. Your arm rested against his, your legs just a few inches away.

After a few moments, when he still hadn't slipped away again, you let yourself relax against him. Gradually you could feel Freddie’s muscles losing their tension as well.

"What about Denmark? Do you ever miss being there?" you asked into the silence between you. Freddie looked out of the window.  

"When I was younger, I missed it a lot more than I do now. I haven't lived there for so long now that I hardly know any different."

Your eyebrows drew together. You didn't know whether the statement reassured you or whether it made you want to give Freddie a long hug. Somehow it sounded so sad.

"I can still visit it regularly. And it's not as if my family would ever let me forget the language." He pointed to the book next to him.

You hadn't looked at it closely before. But now you noticed that the title consisted of large - obviously Danish - words.

"Just sometimes..." he shrugged his shoulders unsure. Then he picked up his book again with a sigh.

This effectively ended the conversation. You wanted to ask more, but the far-away look in Freddie’s eyes stopped you. Now you felt bad. Making Freddie sad hadn’t been your intention.

As if he could read your mind, he knocked his elbow against yours gently. You took a deep breath. Returning the gesture, you began reading again as well.

While your earlier worries had calmed down for the time being, now, with every breath you took, you were made aware of how close you and Freddie were sitting to each other.

You didn't want to have to get up again.

–   

The flight home was uneventful. A general tiredness hung over everyone.

You yawned again as you finally stepped outside into the cool night air.

The tiredness made you inattentive and you flinched when someone unexpectedly appeared next to you.

By now you didn't even need to look at him to recognize Freddie. Just his stature and the hint of ginger hair were enough.

He casually reached for your bag and took it from your hand.

Baffled, you almost stumbled over your feet, looking up at him.

"That's my bag."

"Yep," he said with a grin. He had slowed down to give you a chance to catch up. "At least I hope it’s yours and not some random one you just took."

You rolled your eyes. “Then what are you doing with it? Now that we've established that it is my bag."

"I'm giving you a ride." He stated casually, then started walking again.

If you hadn't been so exhausted, you would have at least tried to protest out of politeness. 

Nevertheless, you couldn't help but at least tease tiredly: "Maybe I've got another ride by now."

"Is that why you have the Uber app open?"

You looked down at the phone in your hands. Huh, you couldn't say anything against that.

Freddie became serious for a moment.  "Hey, if you really don't want to, I'm happy to just wait here with you until your Uber arrives. But the offer stands."

"You really don't have to," spoke the good manners out of you. Your parents would have been proud. Even to your ears, however, it sounded very half-hearted.

Freddie stopped. You almost ran into him. Since you managed to stop just in time, you were now standing right in front of each other instead. If you had leaned forward just a little, you would have been touching.

For a long moment, Freddie held your gaze.  "I know I don't have to. But I want to." The sincerity in his words made you swallow. For a few seconds, you stood in front of each other, looking at each other. You could have sworn Freddie's eyes flickered down your face for a moment.

But then he just cleared his throat and started walking again. You ignored the small spark of disappointment in your stomach.

You were sure that Freddie purposely made himself taller as he looked down at you and joked: "And no offense to you, but you're really not big enough to be threatening."

"Hey! I can be scary if I want to be."

"Uh-uh. Whatever you say."

You stuck your tongue out at him, even if he couldn't see it, as he opened the trunk.

For some reason, you had expected the car ride with Freddie to be awkward. Instead, comfortable silence spread between you. After you had told him your address, he navigated the car slowly through the dark streets.

You watched the streetlights pass by the windshield for a while.

"So, do you give all the poor stranded newbies a ride?" It could be taken as a simple joke. You tried to keep your voice carefully neutral. Still, the mood in the car shifted. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather more serious than before. It felt important.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just being helpful?" Freddie didn't even sound like he believed the reason himself. It wasn't a straight answer, but it wasn't an immediate deflection either. You could just accept this as the answer and move on, just, you didn’t want that anymore.

"Normally? Yes. But when you say it like that? Not really”, you still kept the tone light.

"Yeah... My sister is the only one in our family who is a good liar. As a teenager, I always envied her for that. She could outsmart our mother every time."

A small smile graced your lips at the story. You could literally see it in front of you, a young Freddie stammering as he tried to come up with a story about why he was home late.

Freddie parked the car in front of your house. He continued to look straight ahead. In the dim light, you couldn’t be sure, but you could have sworn his ears were turning red.

"I mean, it really wasn't a big deal. And you're not the worst company either."

"Such a high compliment," you grinned, "Not the worst company."

Maybe his cheeks had gained a little color too.

"But really, thank you, for the ride. It probably wasn’t on your way."

"It was nothing, really. And maybe it was also a little selfish." He said it into the quiet of the night as if it were a precious secret. He turned his head towards you and looked straight at you. There was warmth in his gaze, perhaps a spark of hope.

"I like- I like spending time with you."

You couldn't help but smile at the words. Freddie smiled back.

Very slowly, one of his hands moved towards your face, as if he was giving you time to object. You immediately leaned into the touch as he cupped your cheek.

He stroked the corner of your mouth with his thumb. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. One of your hands rested on his forearm.

"Good thing I like spending time with you too," you whispered softly.

Afterward, you couldn't remember who moved first. Freddie's face came closer towards yours. Your free hand buried itself in his shirt, the other one letting go to run through his hair.

As soon as your lips met, time seemed to stand still for a moment. You forgot all your previous thoughts. The only thing existing was the feeling of his lips pressing gently against yours.

Soon, the sweet kiss turned deeper. The angle wasn’t great, but you made it work.

When you finally broke away from each other, you didn’t move far. Your forehead rested against his, you could feel his breath against your lips.

A small giggle escaped you. Your eyes met. It made Freddie’s smile widen, before his hand slid into your neck to pull your lips to his once again.

– 

It was pure coincidence that you had packed your skates.

After a morning of unpacking deliveries and doing inventory, you were ready to just go home and curl up on your couch. Only Sarah, with whom you had shared the work, had made it more bearable. Before, you had only known her by sight. Now you couldn't remember the last time you had made friends with a colleague so fast.

She was also the first who saw the note on your locker. With a raised eyebrow, she watched as you read it. Your expression had apparently told her enough because she didn't question your decision to stay in the arena and instead said goodbye with a wink.

The note was pretty inconspicuous.

'Meet me on the ice?’

It was the thought of who the message was probably from that made your heart skip a beat.

When you stepped onto the ice this time, Freddie was already skating slow circles across the rink. You were delighted to realize that you could be faster than him in full gear and after several hours of training.

It was a moment of being inattentive – and maybe also you getting tired after a few laps – that he took advantage of. With a gentle push, cushioned on all sides by his pads, he pushed you against the glass.

With your back against the glass and his arms on either side of you, you stopped.

"Hi." You grinned up into his face. Through the mask, he grinned back just as widely.

"Hi."

"What a coincidence to see you here."

"What, were you expecting someone else, skat?" The way Freddie emphasized the last word told you he knew exactly what that would do to you. Your heart melted.

"Writing notes. Pet names. Is this becoming some high school romance novel?"

"I don't even know what you mean, elskling." You could hear the amusement in his voice. Before you had a chance to answer, Freddie had already pushed himself away.

He positioned himself in the net and leaned down. It didn't take you that long to get used to shooting again.

–

With your skates in hand and a pleasant exhaustion making your legs heavy, all you wanted to do was grab your stuff and finally head back to your apartment.  

As you turned the corner, you almost ran into someone. You only just managed to stop in time.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to still be here. Didn’t you finish several hours ago?" Tony looked down at you. In one arm he carried a pile of sticks, in the other a large folder overflowing with notes.

"But, oh wait, it's actually good that you're here."

The next words made your heart stop for a moment.

"I just need to talk to you for a minute."

When had that sentence ever been followed by something good?

You couldn't say for sure how long Tony had been standing here. Maybe he had just seen you with Freddie. Before that, you hadn't even thought about whether that was allowed. What if both you and Freddie got into trouble for it?

Or even worse. What if he found out about you and Freddie off the ice? You had only briefly skimmed the contract when you’d signed. You had been far too fascinated by this world, which was secret to every normal fan, to care about that stuff. Not that you’d even expected something like this to happen.

Now you were desperately trying to remember if there was a paragraph about whether relationships with players were allowed at all.

"I won't keep you long," Tony finally snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Brynn - that was the one who was ill. You were his replacement, I don't know if you ever heard his name." You couldn't remember it, but you'd been told so much in the first few days that you could very well have just forgotten it again.

"Anyway. Brynn will be back tomorrow," Tony's face stiffened, "So technically, we don't need any extra help anymore."

"Oh." Of all the fears that had been running through your mind, that hadn't been a scenario you’d considered. You had known from the start that it would only be a short-term job. But you’d have never expected it to be this short.

Tony smiled somberly. "I'm really sorry. I didn't think it would be so quick."

"Yeah, of course. I mean, it's great for Brynn." You weren’t lying. Obviously, it was good to hear, that he was healthy again. But at the same time, knowing you’d lose your job made your heart ache. Even in the short time, you’d grown to love it.

"Yeah," Tony nodded a little absently. He looked conflicted. "Okay, so. Technically I'm not supposed to say anything yet, but... my boss is retiring in the next few weeks. His replacement should be decided by the end of the week. We've had a few conversations and let's just say... I feel like I've got a pretty good chance of getting the role."

"That's really great for you?" you said slowly. Not that you weren't happy for Tony, but your enthusiasm was limited after you'd practically been fired just a minute before.

"That means there's a job opening to be filled." He looked at you meaningfully.

It took you a moment to finally understand. "Oooh."

"Yeah," he nodded, now with a hint of a grin on his lips. "I could put in a good word."

"Really?"

Tony nodded. You had to suppress a loud cheer.  

–

It was a strange feeling. Last away games you’d wished so desperately to be home again. This time you wished you could join. Having to sit at home and having to say goodbye to Freddie sounded almost worse.  

"I'm going to miss you for the next few days."

Freddie came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest. More than willingly, you let yourself fall against him.

He looked at you questioningly over your shoulder. "You're not coming?"

Then it seemed to come back to him too. "Oh, right."

It had taken you almost two days to tell him about the conversation with Tony. You were unsure how to. Plus, an annoying voice in the back of your head that would convince you that Freddie wouldn't care at all.

In the end, you blurted it out one afternoon. In your head, you stuck your tongue out at the nasty voice when Freddie immediately took you in his arms and asked how you were doing.

Even now, he gave you another apologetic hug.

Only one more day until the day Tony would hopefully call.  

The timer beeped. Sighing you peeled yourself from Freddie to take the tray out of the oven.

You sat it down on the counter next to the first, a lot less successful attempt.

You had wanted to do something nice for Freddie, had read up on Danish pastries the day before and after long contemplation finally saved a recipe on your phone. You didn’t know how to pronounce Brunsviger properly, but the pictures had looked great and the recipe seemed easy enough.

You still didn't know exactly where things had gone wrong. Although you had assured Freddie that he really didn't have to – and really, shouldn’t – he had tried a forkful of it anyway. As expected, it wasn’t good. Still, there was a traitorous wetness in his eyes and a long hug.

For the second attempt, Freddie hadn't left your side and guided you through it.

You left some on the counter for Jane. A silent apology for the last time you’d had Freddie over. You might have forgotten to tell her beforehand.

Or maybe, tell her about this at all. There just hadn’t been a good opportunity, especially also constantly having to think about your job.

On this day of all days Jane had come home a lot earlier than you anticipated. For a few seconds, she’d just blinked at you two sitting on the couch, you with your legs in Freddie’s lap.

Then, with a tight voice, she had asked: “Do you have a moment.” Her head nodding to the kitchen.

It had made you feel a little guilty how shocked she looked. Her first words being: “Is that Frederik Andersen in our living room?”.

Obviously, she was happy for you, after the first shock wore off.

The piece of Brunsviger was gone the next morning as you brought Freddie to the door.

"You're gonna be great," you told him goodbye.

The hug was long. Neither of you wanted to be the first to leave. In the end, it was time that drove you apart. If Freddie wanted to get to the airport on time, he had to hurry.

–   

Of course, you watched the games. The first game was great, the second one maybe even better. It was also the first time since the new job that you were actually able to give the games your full attention again. Even if you hadn't really noticed it before, you had missed it a little.

You had a good time. When Freddie had a particularly good save, you wrote him a message. You knew he would reply after the game in the flustered way he always reacted to compliments.

The phone call one evening still took you by surprise. A smile spread across your face. "Hey."

"Hej."

Before you could even reply, you heard a voice in the background.

"Hey, Freddie, what got you smiling like this?" You didn’t recognize the voice but you also didn't have to in order to understand the clearly teasing undertone.

The rustling from the line told you that Freddie must have covered the microphone for a moment. The muffled words he threw back sounded a lot like an insult. The response was laughter.

"Talking to your girlfriend?" came another voice, also obviously meant to tease.

Freddie didn’t reply. You could only imagine his facial expression.

Apparently, it was an interesting one. They probably also had expected some kind of denial.

Now there were several voices talking excitedly over each other.

"Wait what?" - "Wait are you serious?" - "Since when?"

"You can't just say that and leave! You have to-"

Then the voices in the background suddenly disappeared.

"Sorry, I just need to change rooms for a minute”, he said a little sheepishly. "They might have found out that we've been talking."

"Do you mind?" You chewed on your lower lip as you awaited the answer. Freddie didn't sound too worried, but still, probably better to ask.  

"Eh, not really" Then came the cautious question from him too: "Does it bother you?"

You took a moment to really think about it. Maybe it should have bothered you. Especially considering the fact that this was still so new with you two. Still, you couldn't find it in you to worry about it right now. You were far too happy for that.

"No. It probably had to come out somehow. Even if it was quicker than I thought. For hockey players, they're surprisingly smart."

Freddie's laughter rang out from the line. It made you miss seeing the little crinkles form around his eyes. "I'll tell them you said that”, he warned.

"Tony called today."

"Tony? From equipment?" Immediately you could hear Freddie perk up.

As if you knew another Tony.

"Uh-hu. You still have space in your car for one more person?" You let yourself fall backward onto your bed as you gave him a few moments to understand what you were saying.

A few seconds of silence and then a cautiously hopeful: "Yeah?"

"Just so I’m not almost late again, obviously." The corners of your mouth slowly began to pull into a grin.

"Really? Does that mean...?" The joy in his voice only made your grin widen.

"I'm employed. Permanently this time. Not just temporary."

Even as you heard the news from Tony himself, you could barely contain your happiness. As soon as you'd hung up, you'd jumped so loudly that even Jane had come out of the next room.

"That's fantastic!"

You couldn't even put into words how incredibly happy you were just then. The only thing that would’ve made the moment better was if you could have hugged Freddie at that moment.

–  

Before you knew it, the day of the third and final game of the road trip had arrived. As you watched the game on the side while you prepared your dinner, you had a good feeling.

The first period wasn't ideal, but it wasn't disastrous either. The second period started with a goal for the Canes. You jumped up and down enthusiastically, broccoli in hand.

After that, it was all downhill. At the end of the second 20 minutes, the Canes were already 2 goals behind. Two more goals followed. Freddie got pulled in the last 5 minutes. You could almost feel his frustration through the screen as he went down the tunnel.

At that moment, you wished you could’ve been there. How much you would’ve liked to give him a hug and tell him that everything would be okay.

You hesitated for a moment before sending a text. You definitely didn't want to annoy him. A text could never really express the comfort you wanted to give him, but it felt even worse not to write anything.

You tried not to think too much about it when you still hadn't heard back after half an hour. He was probably busy with his post-game routines. After all, they were set to travel back today and arrive late tonight. Surely, he would reply on the plane.

–  

It was pure coincidence that you were looking at your phone at that exact moment. Of course, you hadn't been checking for new messages every 5 minutes all evening. Who would do that? Definitely not you. (There were at least 6 and a half minutes on average between each time you checked your phone.)

So, it was definitely a complete coincidence that you were able to read the text the minute it flashed up on your phone.

It was just two short lines. An address.

It wasn’t even a question if you should go. Before you could even really think about it, you had already grabbed your jacket and put on your shoes.

As you closed the front door, your cell phone beeped with another message.

‘Only if you want to. Might not be in the best mood tonight.’

An obvious offer of a way out. As if you hadn't been waiting for this the whole evening. As if the thought of seeing Freddie again in just a few minutes didn't give you butterflies in your stomach. 

Your heart broke a little at how uncertain the texts sounded, as if you hadn't missed him for the last few days.

Excitement tingled in your fingers as you finally stepped into the elevator to Freddie’s apartment. It had been a short drive.

The door swung open. Freddie was standing in front of you. For a moment, you just looked at each other silently, then he literally pulled you against his chest. More than willingly, you sank into his arms.  

You buried your face in his sweater. The warmth of his body and his familiar scent enveloped you. You could’ve stayed like this forever.

Freddie pressed a gentle kiss into your hair before holding you just a little tighter.

It was the rumbling of his stomach that finally separated you. Even though Freddie was reluctant to let you go, you shooed him into the apartment. He shouldn't have to starve because of you. Who knows when he’d last eaten before the flight?

Freddie apparently understood what you wanted from him and so he led you through the entrance area into the open kitchen. There was already a pot on the stove, some kind of pasta in it. Next to it was a pan of chopped vegetables.

While he took a large wooden spoon and stirred it slowly, you jumped onto one of the counters and sat down. Given your height and the height of the counters, which were definitely adapted to Freddie, it wasn't as easy as you thought, but the twitch in the corner of Freddie's mouth made it worth the effort.

From your position, you could watch Freddie. How his movements were all a little too choppy and the tense line in his shoulders. How he put the spoon down too hard on the counter. How he didn’t raise his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault." You said quietly.

Freddie exhaled in disbelief. He didn't look up at you.

Only when you reached out a hand for him did he come closer. He propped himself up with his arms on both sides of you, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Even though you might not believe me just yet, it wasn't your fault," you repeated, hoping that your words would get through to him eventually.

One arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other you let run slowly through his hair.

"You did everything you could. It just wasn't your game. Can't win them all."

He let it pass for a moment, then took a deep breath. He turned his head. With a quick kiss against your neck, he pulled away from you.

"Thank you." He couldn't quite meet your gaze, but you still saw his words for what they were. Not just a thank you for right now, but the texts, the coming over, all the times before that.

"Nothing to thank me for," you confirmed. Freddie shook his head lovingly.

Nevertheless, he probably decided not to disagree for the moment. Instead, he took a plate from the cupboard. Silently he held it out to you, but you shook your head. You’d already eaten.

While Freddie ate, you sat beside him on the sofa. Your legs pressed together with soft music playing in the background for company.

When Freddie got up to take his plate back to the kitchen, you watched him.

Until he came back you hadn't moved from your seat, but apparently, Freddie was no longer satisfied with your previous seating arrangement. With a little shifting around, he finally settled behind you.

His legs were on either side of you, his back against the couch cushions, your back against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, drawing slow circles into your side. The other hand was intertwined with yours on your lap.

Your words were quiet. You talked about the last few days, hockey the topic you both ignored. While you told him about the cute dog you'd seen while going grocery shopping, Freddie about something funny one of his teammates had done at team breakfast.

So much more important than your conversations, however, was the fact that you were together at that moment. You enjoyed the closeness; the body heat that radiated from him and slowly made you sleepy.

Every once in a while, Freddie took turns in gently kissing your temple and your forehead. Each time you sank a little more against him.

– 

"Happy New Year," Freddie murmured. His arms around your waist pulled you closer to him.

"Happy New Year," you whispered back against his lips. With your hands on the back of his neck, you reached up for a kiss.

Even after all these years, you still weren't tired of it. Hopefully, you’d never be.

[mp0625]

Race To The Net

Chapter one: scrimmage

Frederik Andersen x Reader x Daniel Riccardo

Taglist. Masterlist. Race To The Net Masterlist.

A/N: Sorry about it taking so long to get the first chapter out. I can’t wait to get the second chapter out, hopefully it will be out next week. Thank you to @swissboyhisch for being a sounding board for this whole thing! First and second chapter are supposed to take place Tuesday the week of the Vegas Grand Prix

Tw: None in this chapter

“Right this way drivers, the team is already on the ice warming up for the scrimmage” says the lady that met them outside the back of the rink when they got off the bus. The atmosphere of a brand new circuit in a new city feels electric.

The 20 drivers plus the gaggle of media Team members from every team followed the lady into the labyrinth below the arena. The tunnel pops out into the lower bowl completely decked out in gold and black, and they get their first view of the ice. It hit Dan like a crash into the barriers his soulmate was in the building. 

Down on the ice the team was practicing and shooting pucks at you, it hit you like a puck to the chest protector your final soulmate was in the building.

As you are walking off the ice to allow the ice team to zamboni the ice, you could hear William up ahead of you calling you, “Y/N, your phone is ringing!” 

“I’m coming.” You said, as you started shuffling faster as quickly as you can with all of your heavy pads on. Once you got into the dressing room you could see Willi with your phone talking to someone.

“Oh, she’s here. I will give you back to her.” William said with a smile.

“Hey, Freddie! Sorry I didn’t call last night, it was a long, hard game with lots of shots on goal.” You said with a sigh.

“You’re fine, my game was long too.” He said, sounding tired. 

“Hey, I have something to tell you.” You said, as you got up and walked into the hallway to give you and Freddie some privacy. “I found our third soulmate.” You said your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Say what now?” He said in shock. “Do you know any info about them?” 

“No, all I know is that I felt it when I was practicing before the scrimmage game.” You said with a sigh.

“Ahh, do you have any ideas who?” He asked.

“Maybe? But nothing concrete.” You said with a soft sigh.

“Hey Y/N, it’s time to go back on the ice.” William said coming out of the dressing room.

“Hey, Freddie?” “I gotta go, our game is about to start, love ya.” You say with a smile.

“Love you too, have a good game, bye!” He said hanging up. 

“Y/N, are you leading us out onto the ice?” William asked.

He was wearing the same color jersey as you, he would be on your team for the scrimmage.

“Hell yeah!” You said as you pull your mask onto the top of your head. As you walk down the tunnel onto the ice. As you stepped onto the ice you could hear talking, but you could also hear the pregame music that always plays and the announcer saying his pregame rituals, instead of introducing the away team and saying where they are from, he is introducing the other half of the team that is acting as the away team. While your half is the home team. As the National anthem played you pulled your mask fully on and got into the headspace for a game. 

As the puck dropped, the players were off down the ice towards the home goalie with the golden jersey. Up in the stands the drivers could hear the goalie in the gold jersey yell, “I swear to all things 9 if you hit me with that puck I’m going to tackle you!”

“Yeah right like you would do that,Y/N.” They hear him say back tauntingly.

“Don’t try me Eichel!” They hear get yelled back from the goalie they now know as Y/N. As they see the puck get slammed into the crossbar. As the minutes ticked down and the players went back and forth from either side with no one getting a goal. 

As the final four minutes tick by the home team just narrowly got the puck into the net! “Scored by number 71 William Karlsson.” The announcer rang out. As the buzzer went off two minutes later. Signaling the end of the game and the meaning that the home team won! Down on the ice the away team shuffled off and down the tunnel, while the home team celebrated with high fives and goalie hugs.

As the drivers watched the celebrations, the lady that led them to their seats earlier spoke up, “Are y’all ready to go down and get your pads on and learn a little bit before you play?”

Taglist: @studioreader @theforevermorereject @tpwkstiles @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @topguncultleader @wondershells @cixrosie

[ilyasorokinn]

carolina hurricanes

* = from a prompt list 

sebastian aho ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

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

blurbs,

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

frederik andersen !

blurbs,

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

series,

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

jack drury !

blurbs,

✷ luna beam - y/n and jack's daughter, luna, loves her birthday cake cake-pops.

✷ a dog for the dog - after drinking of a whole can of redbull, y/n stays awake almost the entire night, annoying jack. *

✷ stealings bad - y/n hates when people steal her food, and jack likes to mess around. *

seth jarvis !

blurbs,

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

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

tyson jost !

fics,

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

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

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

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

blurbs,

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

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

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

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

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

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

series,

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

pyotr kochetkov

imagines,

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

blurbs,

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

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

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

jesperi kotkaniemi !

imagines,

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

ryan suzuki !

blurbs,

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

andrei svechnikov !

imagines,

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

✷ gilded - andrei goes to his first met gala.

blurbs,

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

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

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

series,

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

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[lancerbf]

Lancer & Lace books

An Unfinished Life: John F. Kennedy by Robert Dallek Camera Girl: The Coming Of Age Of Jackie Bouvier Kennedy by Carl Sferrazza JFK: Coming Of Age In An American Century by Frederik Logevall (The Netflix series will be based on this book) Once Upon A Secret: My Affair With President John F. Kennedy And Its Aftermath by Mimi Alford These Few Precious Days: The Final Year Of Jack And Jackie by Christopher Andersen Two Days In June: JFK And The 48 Hours That Made History by Andrew Cohen

Digital Editions for free in this Filebin

[tkachuktkaching]

Matthew Tkachuk #19 of the Florida Panthers celebrates after scoring the game winning goal on Frederik Andersen #31 of the Carolina Hurricanes in fourth overtime in Game One of the Eastern Conference Final of the 2023 Stanley Cup Playoffs at PNC Arena on May 19, 2023 in Raleigh, North Carolina.

(Photo by Bruce Bennett/Getty Images)

[royalsimsoflandova]

The Royal Wedding of HRH The Prince Nicolas and Miss Erika Andersen

HRH The Prince Nicolas arriving with his best man and elder brother HRH The Crown Prince Oscar, The Duke of Newcrest

HM King Frederik and HM Queen Matilda

Their Majesties were the final guests to arrive at Aberzoth Cathedral. They proceeded towards their seats, as many guests showed their respects bowing and curtseying to Their Majesties.

[selfindulgentpoorlywritten]

hiya! it's your luck of the puck exchange writer again! promise this will probably be the last ask you get from me!! some final questions as i start sitting down and writing your fic

i know you mentioned your top players, but i wanted to give you the list i got and ask you to give me your top 5! just want to be totally sure that i'm writing for a player you want! the list i got: Nico Hischier, Jack Hughes, Dougie Hamilton, Elias Pettersson, Ryan Graves, Sidney Crosby, Jamie Oleksiak, Matthew Tkachuk, Miro Heiskanen, Roope Hintz, Connor McDavid, Leon Draisaitl, Cale Makar, Nate MacKinnon, Mikko Rantanen, Jani Hakanpää, Frederik Andersen, Philipp Grubauer

do you have a preference for a fic about the development of a relationship or a glimpse into an already existing one?

hope you're doing well! 💚

Oh thank you! I have a goldfish’s memory so I appreciate that. Top five are Nico Hischier, Jack Hughes, Cale Makar, Sidney Crosby, Matthew Tkachuk

I prefer the development of a relationship, generally!

[kumarseo]

Game 1 Didn't Last Long Enough

Of all the fascinating things to come out of the four-overtime Florida-Carolina Eastern Conference Final Game 1, there was one clear failure. That it didn’t go five. Or, better still, six. Matthew Tkachuk’s path to the Conn Smythe Trophy got a little broader and better lit when his 20-foot wrister whistled over the glove-side shoulder of Hurricanes goalie Frederik Andersen with 12.7 seconds left…

[misshoneyimhome]

Can you please write something sexy/smutty/funny with Freddie Andersen? Maybe along the lines where he and Y/N are in a established relationship, and in a ~love making~ night he gets maybe too eager and finished first and he gets embarrassed but she just makes fun of it and plays it cool and he's determined to give her a good time and redeemed himself!

I love you writing! Thank You! ❤️

I really hope you can understand my request 🙈

Oh, thank you very much, bb! 🤍 Of course, it makes perfect sense 😉

Omg, yes! A Freddie request 😍 I've missed this man so much! So of course, I can create something about my favourite ginger man 🤍 It's been a while since I've written about him, and I truly appreciate you sending me this request!

I do apologise for the sports puns, though… 🙈

Warnings; 18+ smut; fingering; unprotected sex (p in v); creampie; more fingering; more unprotected sex; more creampie; play with cum?... I don't know, something along those lines

・✶ ｡ﾟ

I’m gonna fuck love the Hell out of you I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️

It had been too long.

Far too long since you'd felt the touch of your boyfriend, and since you'd touched him.

But it wasn't his fault, not in the slightest.

For months, Frederik Andersen had been wrestling with his health, and as his girlfriend, you'd supported him to the best of your abilities. Whatever he needed, you'd been there – both physically and emotionally.

Freddie, usually a calm and reserved man, was slowly being consumed by the struggles that kept him from the hockey rink. Hockey wasn't just a job for him; it was everything he loved. It was intricately woven into his personality, and without it, he felt empty.

It wasn't that you weren't important, or that he didn't cherish having you around. You were his partner, a significant part of his life. However, hockey meant more than just a sport to him; it was his lifeblood.

And you understood his turmoil, or at least you tried to. The emptiness that lingered when he couldn't engage in the sport he loved reflected in his eyes, and you couldn't help but ache for him. You'd been by his side through the physical struggles, the emotional toll, and the silent battles he fought within himself.

Now, as the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, you found yourself yearning for the return of normality. Yearning for the days when the touch of his hands wasn't overshadowed by the weight of his health concerns. It was time – time for the healing to progress, for the quiet moments to be filled with shared laughter and stolen kisses, and for Freddie to reclaim the joy that hockey once brought to his life.

It was as if his eyes lit up with an intense brightness the moment the doctor gave him the all-clear on his health issue, though the reminder lingered that he'd have to take it slow and wait before fully returning to hockey.

Yet, the two of you felt like you could conquer the world.

With Freddie's smile finally gracing his lips again, you decided to make a proper night out of it, complete with a romantic dinner – not the health-conscious meals he'd been stuck with for the past few months. No tonight, you both cooked his favourite dish together.

And as you indulged in the deliciousness, laughter echoed through the room of your shared apartment. Freddie was back to cracking jokes, even discussing hockey, which had been a topic he'd avoided as it only brought him sadness, knowing he couldn't play. Oh, his sweet laughter.

The beautiful sound you'd missed so much. But what you craved even more was the feeling of his hands on you. The way his large palms would roam your body, making you feel small and at ease as he gently caressed and massaged you.

Freddie had a way of making you feel incredible.

It was one of the things that had captivated you from the beginning. The way he took his time the first time you were intimate, exploring every inch of your curves, ensuring no skin went unnoticed. He had made you feel as light as a feather under his touch, undressing you, kissing you, and eventually using his fingers to prepare you for him.

Freddie was a big man, everyone knew that. His 6′4″ and 238 pounds could easily envelop your small figure, and not to mention his member. Though it wasn’t unrealistically large, it certainly matched the rest on him, and you knew from the first time he’d push it into you, you’d have to adjust to it.

And as soon as you'd become comfortable to his length and girth, he thrust into your warmth, feeling every inch of your tight walls around him as he pounded and pushed you over the edge.

Yes, Freddie had the ability to make you see stars simply by making sweet and passionate love to you.

Yet, it was nothing compared to when he was in one of his moods, particularly after a bad loss or a great win. Freddie could turn 180 degrees, and the sweet, calm, and quiet man would transform into a beast.

Or on those nights when you'd be a tease – whether unintentionally or not – he'd lose control and simply dominate you, asserting that you were his and no one else's.

Because you were indeed like no one he'd ever been with before. Despite your limited knowledge of his home country and background, you showed nothing but interest in him and curiosity.

You had devoted yourself to him and his lifestyle from the very beginning, and he fell so quickly and hard in love with you that he couldn't even believe it himself. No one could have prepared him for how deeply he would come to love you.

Then, when his injury came, rendering him unable to play hockey for an indefinite period, he feared the worst. He was no longer the cheerful man you'd fallen in love with. Nor was he capable of showing you the love and affection you deserved, paying you attention, and sharing intimate moments. No, he felt almost handicapped.

Like Superman without his cape or Batman without his Batmobile.

However, to you, it didn't matter.

Freddie was your boyfriend, the love of your life, irrespective of his physical state or career, and you were committed to being by his side through it all.

Every waking moment, you endeavoured to bring a smile to his face, assuring him that everything would improve, and no matter what, he wouldn't be alone in this. Though the future remained uncertain for both of you, one thing was certain – you would face it together.

And tonight, you could finally celebrate as he neared full recovery and a return to the rink.

Furthermore, it appeared that you weren't the only one eager for the occasion. Freddie's hands roamed over you as you cleared the table, did the dishes, and ensured there was nothing to attend to in the morning.

His lips found your neck at every possible moment, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses mixed with gentle nips from his teeth. And you could sense his cock slowly growing in his trousers, quicker than usual, as you felt your cunt almost at a pulsating rhythm between your legs.

"Freddie," you moaned softly as he stood behind you, his face buried in the crook of your neck while his hands massaged your breasts through your clothes. You had to steady yourself against the kitchen counter as his mouth worked its magic on the sensitive skin.

"I want you… now," Freddie's words were deep and husky, his movements impatient and eager, and you couldn't help but sink into his touch.

"Bedroom, Freddie," you managed to whimper, and in no time, Freddie carried you out of the kitchen, placing you on your back on the bed.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, you and Freddie then found yourselves naked, tangled in the sheets of your shared king size bed. The room echoed with the hushed sounds of soft moans and whispered sweet nothings as Freddie kissed your jawline and massaged your breasts.

You felt his eager member teasing your inner thigh, your fingers weaving through his thick ginger hair as he connected his lips with yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You could sense his hunger.

Using a hand to sneak down between your bodies, Freddie gently circled your clit a few times before pushing in two fingers. Yet, as soon as he felt your tight, warm walls around them, impatience and a desperate need to replace it with his cock took over.

It was as if all his usual calm, patient, and focused goalie skills had vanished during his time away from the ice, and tonight he felt needy.

Swiftly withdrawing his digits, he replaced them with his length, slowly easing into your core, feeling every stretch he caused you. Moans escaped your lips as Freddie's large member filled you up, not even fully in before the tip hit your very back. His strong arms on either side of you tensed as he began rocking his hips, letting his shaft stimulate your walls with every thrust, as he found a steady rhythm.

"Yes, Freddie… Mmm, you feel so good," you whimpered as heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with sweat, sweet noises of pleasure, and skin slapping together. 

It was intense, eager, and almost rushed as Freddie suddenly increased his speed, feeling his climax building up and his patience challenging him as he became desperate for release. In a way, he seemed to forget all about your needs, something he'd always attended to first, but not tonight.

And as the passion between you escalated, Freddie's eagerness got the best of him. In a moment that could only be described as "goal-scoring speed," he reached the finish line a little sooner than anticipated.

“Shit…” 

Feeling the rush take over, he let out a deep, uncontrolled grunt as he spilled his seed into you, painting your walls with his cum. His large body felt heavy on you, almost collapsing from his intense high, and a sheepish grin spread across his face as he avoided eye contact. A disappointed sigh escaped him, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

You, however, couldn't contain a light chuckle. "Freddie, did you just set a record for the fastest goal ever?"

Freddie blushed, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment playing on his features. "Uh, yeah, I guess I got a bit carried away."

You let out another soft chuckle, running your fingers through his hair, as your eyes gazing up at him. "Well, someone's eager tonight. It's cute, really."

But Freddie didn't find it cute at all.

This wasn't the lover he usually was to you. He was your attentive man who always took care of your needs, but tonight he had only cared about himself and given in to desperation.

However, determined to redeem himself, Freddie looked into your eyes with a spark of conviction. "I promise I'll make it up to you, love. Round two is going to be legendary."

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, feigning scepticism. "I'm counting on you, Andersen."

Both of you took a moment to calm from the recent activity, Freddie resting on his side next to you as he caressed your body. You were incredible to him, and he felt more and more eager to give you what you deserved – the pleasure and rush he had reached himself.

Gently, he found your little pearl of nerves again, slowly circling and stimulating it.

Your lips parted with a small gasp as you locked eyes with him, feeling the pleasure slowly building up in your lower abdomen, your hands finding the sheets on the pillow case behind your head to tuck on. 

"Mmm, Freddie… Please, more."

But Freddie took his time, knowing he had to make sure he got fully hard again before giving you what you needed. Instead, he gently let two long fingers slip into your core again, feeling his own cum as he massaged your walls and pumped his digits.

It almost felt naughty.

Playing with his own ejaculation inside your body, Freddie's eyes intently followed your sweet, squirming facial expressions. Your eyes closed as you relaxed under his touch, and he slowly felt his member fill with blood again.

With renewed enthusiasm, Freddie set out to prove that his skills extended beyond the hockey rink. The room filled again with a mixture of sweat, passion, and the sweet sounds of your moans as he worked tirelessly to ensure your satisfaction. You couldn't help but admire his dedication.

Your orgasm slowly formed, and as Freddie increased the intensity of his finger pumping your heat, curling his fingers at the right angle, he hit your sensitive spot. Your moans became louder, your lungs emptying for air as your breaths felt heavy and incoherent.

"Yes, Freddie… I'm close," you announced, arching your back in anticipation and desperation to reach the climax.

With a few more pumps, amidst the sticky sounds of Freddie’s and your juices, you let out a deep moan and surrendered to the orgasm, letting it course through your body. Your legs trembled as you slowly came out of the rush, your hands' tight grip on the sheets loosened as you again opened your eyes and looked at your man.

"Well, I must say you did pay me back," you flashed him a sweet, lazy smile. However, Freddie wasn't completely satisfied. Sure, he'd made you come. But to him, that wasn't enough. He had to show you that he hadn't lost his touch completely, and you were still in for the rest of the second round.

So, withdrawing his fingers, he flashed you a mischievous smile, and you knew right away that he wasn't done with you.

Instead, he rose from his resting position, knelt between your legs before swiftly turning you over onto your hands and knees, your ass completely exposed to him. This was probably one of Freddie’s favourite positions as it provided him great access, and he could control his force as he liked. And most importantly, you loved it too.

Though it wasn’t particularly romantic, it always felt amazing when Freddie could fill you up completely and pound into you.

And as he once again let himself slip past your folds, stretching your sleek entrance for the second time tonight, moans slipped off your lips. His hips rocked against your ass, allowing him to hit your very end with his throbbing cock, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Freddie felt so good, and he had your mind clouding with every thrust. A smile formed on your lips as you tilted your head back, your hair almost like an invitation for him to grab, as you let Freddie pound into you with eager motions. 

Wrapping his large hand underneath, he took hold of your locks and gently pulled them while his other hand rested on your hip, holding it in place as he increased his speed.

If you could see yourself from a different angle, it probably looked like a poorly homemade porno film; with Freddie fucking you in doggy style and you uncontrollably moaning his name.

You felt your second orgasm approach. And as Freddie could feel how your walls clenched around him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back either.

"Yes, baby… come for me," he managed to speak darkly in between deep moans.

And it took nothing more for you to let yourself go again, and the rush took over, blurring your mind as your juices covered his shaft. Your muscles tightened as you arched your back, and Freddie’s name rang from your mouth, which had him feeling his own second release upon peaking.

With a few more forceful pounds, his grip on your hair holding on, he let himself bottom out in you again, deep husky noises coming from deep down as he came.

“Fuck…” Freddie breathed out, letting go of his grip as he stayed in the position to make sure he let every single drop into you, before gently pulling out and watching his cum drip from your core, slowly gliding down your inner thigh.

It was incredibly hot. So much of his white liquids were still in you, and as you dropped your head, trying to regain control of your breath, he observed your beautiful cunt for a few more seconds.

Almost a minute went by before either of you moved from the position and retreated to rest on the messy bed.

As it turned out, in the end, Freddie's determination paid off, and you shared a laugh as you cuddled in the afterglow.

"See," he teased, "I told you round two would be better."

"Well, you definitely made an incredible comeback," you grinned, tracing circles on his chest. 

"Good," Freddie laughed, pulling you closer. "It’s important to me that I make you feel good too, baby – I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to touch you for so long."

Your eyes were intensely locked onto your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Freddie... I've had my vibrator," you teased with a chuckle, prompting a bewildered expression and laughter from Freddie.

"Hey! It's not funny…" but he knew you were just teasing. Despite how effective a toy could be in bringing you to climax, it was nothing compared to the pleasure Freddie provided – his embrace, his lips, his warmth, and his cock.

He made you feel incredible, and nothing could ever replace that.

"By the way, I thought the doctor told you to go easy with activities?" You raised an eyebrow, earning a light chuckle from the tall redhead beneath you.

"Well, he didn't say anything about these kinds of activities…"

"Baby, I think I meant all sorts of activities," you chuckled lightly.

"Hmm, then I guess it's good that this was me going easy…” 

[allennewssource]

RALEIGH, N.C. — Matthew Tkachuk beat Frederik Andersen in the final seconds of the fourth...

[holidaywishes]

the best is yet to come...

part thirteen: the best is yet to come...

  Summary: “As excited as I am that we’re now Stanley Cup Champions, I have to listen to my body and say my goodbyes to the team and to the league.”

  Warning: fluff and I think that’s it! It definitely got a little gushy at the end <3

  Author’s Note: Welcome to the Finale! We’re jumping ahead five years ahead to when Freddie has decided to retire after the team wins the Stanley Cup and he feels like he’s done all he can for now. It’s a little bittersweet but in all honesty, I think it’s a good way to end this little series, so I hope you enjoy it! Also, for those of you reading my Gally fic, or like Gally in general and are interested in Gally content, I was going to finish off the last three chapters of that series once this one was done but with 9-1-1 coming back on Monday, I wanted to finish that series because I’m only making that series 15 parts because that seems like enough. So, once those two chapters are done, I will move onto finishing my Gally series. So, that’s all the explaining I’ll do for now! Hope you like this Finale chapter! Stay golden, loves!

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xx

Five Years Later

  Vita had grown up so fast and you were trying your best to relish every moment -- taking too many pictures, buying matching outfits that included Freddie, filming all her birthdays and taking her to all of Freddie’s games -- but that meant that a lot of your friends were getting tired of seeing it all

  “So...” your best friend, Miranda, sighed as she was forced to leave a voicemail for you when you missed her call, “I think we need to get together. But, here’s the caveat, you have to leave Vita with Freddie or a babysitter.” You furrowed your brow at her request and looked at your daughter who was watching an interview that Freddie had done this morning, earning a smile from you, “I love Vita, you know that, but I feel like I haven’t seen you without her since the day she was born. And I miss you, I miss us being able to hang out without talking about kids or looking at family photos. So, call me back and let’s set something up!” You understood where she was coming from, you were in different places in your lives and often it made it difficult to connect with the friends you had before you got pregnant, but you appreciated her being honest with you and making an effort to see you. So, you called Freddie and asked what day he would be free because you really didn’t want to find a babysitter, and luckily he had some free time this weekend, so you quickly called Miranda back. When you finally met up with Miranda, you sat in silence for a while before either of you knew what to say

  “So--” you both said, laughing at the awkward interaction

  “Can I get you two anything to drink while you look through the menu?” the server asked when he came over to the table

  “I’ll have a sweet tea” Miranda said

  “Can I get a Coke?” you smiled before thanking the server and turning back to Miranda, “so how have you been?”

  “Good!” she smiled, “I went back to school to get my Master’s”

  “No way! That’s awesome, what in? Sticking with something in Nursing?” you asked

  “Sort of,” she smiled, “with everything that happened during the Pandemic, I felt like I wasn’t doing enough, that I didn’t know enough, so I decided to get my Masters in Public Health, specializing in epidemiology.”

  “Miranda! That’s incredible!” you exclaimed, both of you thanking the server as they set down your drinks, “you have always been so smart and motivated, I know you’ll kick ass in that Masters program!”

  “Thank you,” she smiled, “yeah I’m excited!”

  “That’s really wonderful, I’m so proud of you.”

  “So what about you? How have you been?” she asked and you hesitated, trying to figure out how to talk to her without talking about Vita

  “I’ve been good! Work’s going well, Freddie’s excited to be getting a shot at the Cup again”

  “Yeah, I’ve been watching, the team looks really good this season”

  “Right? They definitely look more cohesive,” you laughed, “Fred’s thinking this year might be his last though”

  “No way! How come?”

  “This reason or that reason,” you chuckled, “he says that he’s getting too old and that any injury he gets could impact him more than it used to. He wants to be around for us and to be able to still play Hockey once he retires. He wants to retire on his own terms”

  “That makes sense”

  “I feel bad for him though,” you admitted, “I feel like he doesn’t know who he is without Hockey but he knows that he’s on the older side than the majority of goalies now. I mean I still think he’s amazing at everything he does but I don’t want him to get hurt or do it if he doesn’t love it anymore...“

  “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing”

  “Definitely”

  “Alright alright, how’s the baby?“ she sighed

  “Vita’s good, but we don’t have to talk about her” you smiled

  “No no, I didn’t mean that you couldn’t talk about her. I just would rather see you alone, without her. I know that sounds awful”

  “I get it,” you confessed, “kids are not always the best company. They’re loud and can burst out into tantrums without any real cause and even if they’re the most adorable things ever, they just irritate you.” The two of you laughed together for a minute before you told her about Vita and how everything was going -- her first days of Kindergarten, the friends she was making, how obsessed she was with Hockey and how much Freddie had become wrapped about her finger.

  “They’re adorable together. He’s such a giant next to her, it’s so cute to see.”

  “He loves her so much,” you smiled, “and I’ve never been happier.”

  “I’m so happy for you. And I’m happy that you haven’t lost yourself in them,” she said and you furrowed your brow, “you’re still you. You still have a job that you love, you still have your own interests and your own friends and you still love your husband. You’re not just... a mom or a wife for the sake of it. I really admire that about you. You’ve always been such an incredible person and I was worried that being a mom would somehow take that away from you.” You tilted your head in response before putting your hand on hers

  “Thank you,” you smiled, “it’s not like it’s easy. There was a minute like five years ago, just after my grandparents died, that I thought I was losing myself and I told Freddie. So, we worked together and became a team. Which is how it’s supposed to be and it seems to be working for us. A little give and take.” The rest of the day seemed to go by pretty quickly and you were sad to say goodbye but Miranda told you she’d call you to make this a weekly thing to which you eagerly agreed, “god yes! I need more adults in my life,” you laughed and Miranda smiled in return, “look. You totally don’t have to, but we’re having a birthday party for Vita and it would be great if you could be there. It’s next Saturday at noon, it won’t be too big but a lot of the team will be there because they’ve all fallen in love with Vita too”

  “I’d love to” she replied, hugging you goodbye before she got into her car and drove off. It felt good to have your friend back in your life even if you had gone in different directions. When you got home, you found Freddie and Vita playing peek-a-boo, earning a laugh from you before you rushed to them

  “How was lunch?” he asked

  “It was good! Great actually,” you smiled, “how was everything here?”

  “It was great! We played games, we watched T.V., we went skating...”

  “Skating?” you asked, shocked

  “Yeah, I thought it was time to teach her” he laughed

  “How’d she do?”

  “She was a champ,” he smiled, “obviously.”

  “She didn’t fall or break any bones?” you joked

  “No way!” he smiled, looking at Vita before looking back at you, “she had so much fun. I think she’s gonna be a great athlete some day”

  “If she wants to be” you insisted

 “Of course,” he added, standing up and walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water while you followed him in, “but I think she might want to...”

  “Let’s ask her,” you smirked, stopping when he started to run back to Vita, “not now!” you laughed, “later, let’s just let her have a bit of a childhood first okay?”

  “Okay okay” he smirked, kissing your cheek and sitting on the couch away from his daughter, watching the two of you play and laugh with each other. Moments like this were often few and far between so you cherished them when you could and you couldn’t help but feel so incredibly lucky.

xx

Freddie’s P.O.V

  “We want you to be careful,” the team doctors demanded as they examined an injury that had crept up on you within the last few games, “don’t put too much stress on your leg. Sit out of a few games and you’ll be back in no time”

  “I can’t sit out of a few games...” you argued, “we’ve finally made it into the playoffs”

  “That’s what back up goalies are for” they replied

  “I’m fine,” you insisted, “I will listen to my body, I promised (Y/N), but I need to play”

  “Freddie,” Sheldon sighed, “you are an integral part of our team. We don’t want you to feel like you have to play through an injury just because of where we are in the series.”

  “I want to play”

  “You’re injured”

  “I’m fine”

  “Fred, don’t make us forbid you from playing”

  “I’m fine. I want to play, I need to play.” Sheldon and the doctors looked back and forth between each other for a moment before reluctantly agreeing to your request

  “Fine,” Sheldon said, “but we’ll be watching you closely. Making sure you’re not in any pain or pushing yourself too hard.” You nodded to let them know that you heard them before heading out of the office and to your car. Once you got home, you called to (Y/N) and she hopped down the stairs to meet you

  “Hey!” she greeted you with a kiss, “we have about an hour until Vita comes home; you smirked before picking her up but were forced to stop when she saw you wince, “what’s wrong?”

  “I just.. I have a small fracture in my knee. Nothing to get too worked up about but it’s a little sensitive” you admitted, though not completely honestly

  “A small fracture? And you’ve been playing on it even though we agreed--”

  “I promise,” you started, “I’m not putting any strain on it”

  “Freddie!” she exclaimed, pushing you away, “we talked about this. You told me that you were going to listen to your body. This doesn’t sound like you’re listening to your body...”

  “I am,” you assured, “I know it seems like I’m not but I am. Everyone is keeping an eye on me and the injury. I’ll be fine, I am fine.”

  “Freddie...” she sighed, turning her body away from yours, “I don’t know about this... If you get hurt because of this you might not be able to play again”

  “I know”

  “So why risk it?”

  “My career is almost over”

  “You might not ever be the same”

  “I know” you repeated

  “So, again, I ask,” she huffed, “why risk it?”

  “Because I need to do this. I want to play. We’re in the playoffs, we’re so close to the cup, I can taste it.” You explained, hoping she understood your point, “I believe in our team, they’re playing well and we’re all supporting each other. I believe that our chances of winning are better than they’ve ever been.”

  “Please don’t hurt yourself” she pleaded

  “I won’t” you said softly, taking her hands in yours and grazing your thumb across her skin as you spoke, “I want to come home to you and Vita. I want us to be able to celebrate together and enjoy everything so, I can guarantee, I won’t hurt myself.” She laughed at your insistence but leaned in to kiss you once more as her hands found their way around your neck. Two weeks later, the Leafs were in the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs against the Avalanche. Win or lose, the series would end tonight and you’d either be holding that cup over your head or you wouldn’t. You took a deep breath before heading out of the dressing room and making your way onto the ice, completing your pre-game ritual as per usual before taking your place in net. The game was heated and intense the whole way through, neck in neck with barely any reprieve or rest; You were beginning to feel the strain on your knee, looking into the crowd to see (Y/N) and Vita standing in front of the glass, waiting for you to find them, leading you to call a timeout so you could head back to the bench for a minute

  “Everything okay?” the medical staff asked and you nodded before wincing, “I think we need to get you out the net”

  “There’s only three minutes left and we’re only up by 1 -- let me finish this game,” you pleaded, “I just needed a second but I’m fine now.” And you were. Mitch scored the game winning goal and you were officially a Stanley Cup champion, after all this time. Everyone was running and jumping and celebrating, this was all you’d all be waiting for and you were so happy, happier still when you saw your baby girl cheering you on and the love of your life smiling brightly in your direction. This moment was perfect and you knew it was time to say goodbye. You spent the next few months celebrating with the team and having your fun with the Cup, taking the obligatory photo of Vita sitting in the bowl and mocking (Y/N) by having her stand beside it to showcase just how short she was in comparison. It wasn’t long before your time with the Cup was up and your end with the Leafs nearing closer and closer; it was time to make your announcement but first you had to talk to the team.

xx

  When Freddie told you that he was going in to talk to Sheldon and tell him that this would be his last season, you were surprised but you knew it was right for him. You were going to support him because you knew that this was what he wanted

  “Are you ready?” you asked Freddie as you stood with Vita beside you, her little hand holding yours

  “I think so” he sighed, straightening his suit jacket

  “I’m so proud of you,” you cooed, “for everything. We love you so much and we’re always here for you. You know that right?”

  “I know” he smiled, guiding you out to the car so you could be on your way. Freddie bit his lip as he waited for Sheldon to invite him in and you had to put your hand on his knee to calm him down

  “It’s okay, baby” you assured him

  “I’m just nervous about what he’s going to say...” he confessed

  “He’s going to say he understands,” you replied, “he’s going to say he’s sad to see you go but he gets it.”

  “Fred?” Sheldon finally called Freddie in and you nodded to him, knowing that it was probably better if you stayed outside. It was your turn to be nervous now, feeling like you and Vita had been waiting for hours for Freddie to come out of Sheldon’s office but once the two of them finally did, they were all smiles. You stood up quickly and rushed to Freddie’s side

  “Thank you, Coach,” Freddie smiled, “I’ll miss all of this but I think it’s time... I’ve got my family now and I want to share my best days with them. You know?”

  “I get it” Sheldon replied and you smiled up at your husband as if to say ‘I told you so,’ “we’ll set up a press conference so you can tell the media but you’ll tell the team first. They’ll be sad to see you go but hopefully they’ll understand

  “I’m sure they will” Freddie said, shaking Sheldon’s hand once more before the three of you went home. His announcement to the team was more emotional than he expected, he told you, and a lot of the guys were tearing up as you said goodbye

  “But it’s not goodbye,” you said, “you just won’t be playing anymore”

  “I didn’t think I’d be so upset to retire,” he admitted, “even if it was on my own terms.”

  “I know,” you whispered as you rubbed his shoulder, “but I am so proud of you. Of everything you’ve accomplished. Of everything you are. I love you, we love you.”

  “I love you, too.” He replied, kissing your forehead as you snuggled into him. When the day came for Freddie to finally announce his retirement to the media, he asked for you and Vita to be by his side to which you eagerly agreed.

  “Hello, everyone,” Freddie greeted nervously, clearing his throat so his voice could reach the end of the room, “I want to first thank you all for being here and for holding your questions to the end of the announcement. I’m sure we’re all well aware of the rumours that have been spreading since the end of the season and, as I’m sure you’ve realized, those rumours are true.” A stillness ran through the room as the reporters remained quiet, the only sound coming from the shutters of the cameras, “As excited as I am that we’re now Stanley Cup Champions,” the group cheered and Freddie had to bring them back to his announcement, “I have to listen to my body and say my goodbyes to the team and to the league. I’ve been so fortunate to be part of this incredible organization and it saddens me to be making this announcement but my family and I, along with the Maple Leafs Staff, agree that the time has come for me to walk away.” he took a second to look at you and Vita before taking a breath to finish his speech, “I mean, we all know that I’m lucky to have made it this far in the league without any broken bones in my old age. That being said, getting out now, ensures that I don’t injure myself to a point where I cannot repair those injuries. So, with that, I say thank you all and I wish the team and the staff the very best going forward.” As soon as his announcement was finished, the room erupted in questions, each reporter yelling over the other to get theirs answered first.

  “What will you do?” A reporter asked from the Toronto Sun

  “Golf,” he laughed at first before giving a bit more of a serious answer, “maybe take a few vacations with the girls. Swim in the Sea, I’ve always wanted to spend a summer in Greece and now I can.”

  “Do you think you’ll stay in Toronto or go back to Denmark?” another asked

  “We’re not sure yet. Both (Y/N) and I have friends here but our families are in both Canada and Europe.” He admitted, smiling at you when he looked back once more

  “What about the future? Will you stay connected to the League? Perhaps take a coaching position?”

  “If it comes up, I’d consider it” he said simply. The questions got a little repetitive after a while but Freddie was keeping the answers light while still being clear. When a reporter asked you a question, you were taken aback and Freddie had to encourage you to step forward

  “How do you feel about his retirement?” the reporter asked

  “I’ll be happy to have him home, safe and sound. Though I can imagine if he doesn’t find a hobby, he’ll drive us all crazy,” you laughed nervously, “but in all honesty, I’m proud of him for choosing to take care of himself, especially when I know how much he loves this game and the people he has been able to work with over the years.”

  “Do you expect Vita will take in her father’s footsteps?” another asked

  “It does seem to run in the Andersen blood,” you chuckled, “but we’re gonna let her decide and see what happens.” Freddie thanked everyone once more before guiding you and Vita off the stage, heading back to the car to prepare for the party that you had set up for Freddie to say goodbye.

xx

Freddie’s P.O.V

  When everyone started showing up, you made sure you were socializing with as many people as you could before you stood up to make your speech. You hated speeches, you hated being the centre of attention, but because this party was about you, you knew that you had to. You fielded questions about why you were retiring, whether or not you actually wanted to retire, if this was your choice or (Y/N)’s and too many more of the same type; gladly letting (Y/N) take over when she saw that you were getting overwhelmed

  “How are you feeling about all of this?” Stephanie asked

  “I’m good,” she replied, wrapping her arm around your waist to pull you close to her, “I think that we’re both on the same page with all of this. At the end of the day, if he’s happy, I’m happy.”

  “She’s happy because she’ll have an extra babysitter” you joked

  “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid” you chuckled

  “I know,” he laughed, kissing your forehead, “speaking of, I should go get her before I make this speech”

  “Okay,” she smiled as you kissed her cheek, “thanks, babe.” When you came back with Vita, you had to take a deep breath and prepare yourself for what was to come

  “Daddy, what’s wrong?” your little girl asked sweetly

  “Nothing’s wrong, sweet girl,” you replied, kissing her cheek, “daddy just has to make a speech and I’m not very good at it...”

  “I think you’ll do AMAZING!” she exclaimed, earning a laugh from you

  “Well thank you, love,” you laughed, “but just in case, I’ll take you and mommy up with me, okay?”

  “Okay” she smiled before tucking herself into your neck

  “You two are so cute!” (Y/N) cooed as she met up with you near the front of the group where you were going to speak, “You ready?” You nodded before letting out a nervous sigh and grabbing a glass of Champagne

  “Everyone!” you called to get everyone’s attention, “Can I get your attention?”

  “HEY BIG RED!” Willy and Mitch called out, forcing you to laugh to yourself and take a sip of your drink as (Y/N) wrapped her arm around your waist again

  “Hey,” you finally replied, “thank you all for coming out today. We really appreciate you coming to hang out with us for a bit. I just wanted to say a few words to leave you all with; I know that I’m not dying or anything but I’m not going to see you all everyday so it feels like we need a way to say goodbye. First off, I want to say thank you for bringing the cup home to Toronto while I was here and letting me enjoy that feeling if only for a little while. Next, I want everyone to know that this wasn’t a snap decision. I have been thinking about this for a while, both on my own and with (Y/N), and this year just seemed to be the right time to take the hint that my body has been trying to give for a while now; that I’m just too old.” You joked, letting the group now that this wasn’t a somber occasion, “I just want to wrap up this already-too-long speech by saying I have been incredibly lucky to know all of you as players and as people and to see how far everyone has come -- knowing that you’re all going to just keep getting better. I look forward to seeing this team continue to grow and build and bring home another cup but I also look forward to seeing each of you grow individually. I truly believe that the sky is the limit for all of you and your talent and, as for me and mine, I can only say that the best is yet to come... So, yeah,” he chuckled, “thank you all. Skål!”

  “SKÅL!” The group repeated as you leaned down to kiss (Y/N)

  “Good job, daddy!” Vita exclaimed, wrapping her little arms around your neck, making you and (Y/N) laugh

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” you cooed, lettng her down finally, “why don’t you go play?” She nodded and ran to play with Jake���s daughter in the yard while you hugged your wife close, kissing the top of her head in pure bliss

  “Can you believe we’re here? After everything?” she asked

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean we got pregnant unexpectedly and now have a beautiful daughter who seems to love us very much. We got married during a Pandemic!” she laughed, “we had our ups and downs but it was all worth it, right? For this.”

  “My retirement?” you joked

  “No, you dork,” she scoffed, “to be here with everyone and to see how much everyone cares about you; how much of an impact you had on this team. It’s very heartwarming”

  “Yeah, I think so too.” You smiled, looking out at your friends and teammates, “I’m proud of what we have. I’m proud of us. I’m proud of you”

  “Aww,” she cooed jokingly, “I’m proud of us, too. Of all of this. I’m so incredibly proud of you”

  “Yeah, it’s been a good run,” you smirked, “but this was the right time.”

  “I agree” she smiled as she looked up to you, wrapping both her arms around you

  “Good job, mommy” you said as you kissed the tip of her nose, garnering a cute little laugh from her

  “Good job, daddy” she reciprocated before leaning up to kiss your cheek.  

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via @amalieandersen11 on Instagram | July 24, 2022

[ilyasorokinn]

misc. masterlist, part one (eastern conference)

this masterlist is basically just blurbs, and maybe some fics, that i'm not proud of (but don't want to delete) or players i no longer write for. just because they are on this list doesn't mean i don't write for them. this list will probably grow as time goes on, i don't know.

key: name = do write for currently name = no longer write for * = from a prompt list

boston bruins,

✷ she's all that (johnny beecher) - johnny takes a bet that he can turn y/n into the next prom queen.

✷ johnny, the hero (johnny beecher) - johnny steps in whena a jerk starts bothering y/n.

✷ starbucks order (trent frederic) - while grocery shopping for y/n, trent gets distracted and stops at starbucks. *

✷ avengers campus (trent frederic) - y/n and trent visit disneyland's avengers campus for the first time.

buffalo sabres,

✷ us against the world (dylan cozens) - y/n and dylan promise each other forever. *

✷ just friends (rasmus dahlin) - rasmus' parents come over to y/n's apartment for dinner, and after dinner wonder if their son and his best friend are just friends. *

✷ selling fruit (tyson jost) - y/n and tyson are on vacation in Hawaii, and she tells him she never wants to leave. *

✷ hatty (owen power) - after his monumental hat trick, the first person owen calls if his girlfriend, y/n.

✷ ugly nightmares (owen power) - y/n suffers from bad nightmares, so she calls owen, who's away at world juniors.

✷ best surprise ever (owen power) - after the olympics, owen surprises y/n by coming home a few days early.

✷ yes he did (owen power) owen defends his partner after an annoying jerk starts bothering them.

✷ really don't care (owen power) - y/n is kent's sister, and dating owen, but owen really wants to hold off telling his best friend.

✷ come into some money (owen power) - owen's recently come into some more money.

carolina hurricanes,

✷ comforting hugs (frederik andersen) - y/n's mom comes back after 10 years of not communicating to invite y/n to her wedding. when things don't go the best, freddie is there to comfort her. *

✷ sore throats and stuffy heads (frederik andersen) - when y/n gets sick, freddie takes on the role as the doting boyfriend, and takes care of her. *

✷ don't feel pressured (jack drury) - jack professes his love for y/n and reassures her not to feel pressured to say it back. *

✷ sour (jesperi kotkaniemi) - y/n takes jesperi to olivia's rodrigo's "sour" concert. *

✷ the best (andrei svechnikov) - andrei always says the best things and knows how to calm y/n down. *

✷ alex karev (andrei svechnikov) - andrei comes home to quite a surprise. *

✷ teuvo teravainen's skating school (teuvo teravainen) - y/n has no idea how to skate, so teuvo has to teach her. *

columbus blue jackets,

✷ bagel day (nick blankenburg) - y/n had the worst day, but somehow, every time nick's with her, he managed to make it better.

✷ how to treat them right (nick blankenburg) - nick teaches y/n's younger brother how to treat his future partner right.

✷ frankie "cali dog" y/l/n-blankenburg (nick blankenburg) - y/n and nick's dog gets to experience the joy of a beach for the first time.

✷ no one else (adam boqvist) - adam and y/n fight a lot, but know that they'd never want to spend their lives with anyone but each other. *

✷ delilah's pretty owner (kent johnson) - y/n has a dog named delilah, and while on a walk, y/n runs in to kent.

✷ christmas in february (kent johnson) - instead of going out for date night, y/n and kent decide to stay in and watch chrismtas movies in february.

✷ bad game (kent johnson) - after a hard game, and an even harder loss, kent takes care of y/n.

detroit red wings,

✷ jt "hero" compher (jt compher) - after a bad day, jt makes it his mission to make y/n's day better. *

✷ scones? (jt compher) - y/n finally meets the compher family.

✷ two of each (jt compher) - whenever jt buys something for his girls, he has to buy two of each.

✷ bruiser seider (mortiz seider) - y/n goes on a podcast, and talks about her relationship with moritz, and their new dog, bruiser.

florida panthers,

✷ first date (mackie samoskevich) - y/n and mackie's first date.

✷ worst idea every (mackie samoskevich) - y/n's on her period, and decides to watch the saddest episode of criminal minds in the world.

✷ please don't leave me (matthew tkachuk) - y/n has an emergency while matthew's on the ice.

✷ birthday celebration (matthew tkachuk) - matthew, with the help of his kids and family, surprises y/n on her birthday.

✷ nightmares (matthew tkachuk) - y/n has a nightmare, and matthew comforts her. *

✷ matthew "simp" tkachuk (matthew tkachuk) - matthew's a simp for his girl. *

✷ like you more than a friend (matthew tkachuk) - matthew admits, to his friend, that he likes her more than a friend. *

montreal canadiens,

✷ cold glass of water (josh anderson) - y/n has a nightmare, and josh is there to comfort her with a cold glass of water. *

✷ two heartbeats (josh anderson) - y/n finds out she's pregnant, but wait, there's more.

new jersey devils,

✷ dance recital (nico hischier) - y/n is a dancer, and nico, being the supportive boyfriend, is always there to show his support.

✷ meeting the family (nico hischier) - nico brings y/n home to meet his family.

✷ you and me (nico hischier) - the only thing that mattered in that moment was nico and y/n. *

✷ take a breath (luke hughes) - after working hard all day, luke forces y/n to take a break from studying. *

✷ not much of a partier (luke hughes) - y/n and luke get invited. toa party, but y/n, ever the introvert, decides to stay in. luke stays with her.

✷ someone missing (luke hughes) - y/n and luke broke up just weeks before the draft, and as that day grew nearer, he couldn't help but feel like someone was missing.

✷ lukey (luke hughes) - lukes hates being called lukey by everyone except y/n.

✷ green monster (luke hughes) - luke spends the entire night jealous.

✷ no talk, just cuddle (luke hughes) - y/n's there for luke after the loss.

✷ spontaneous trips (dawson mercer) - y/n and dawson go on a random road trip.

new york islanders,

✷ a quarantine love story (mat barzal) - y/n and mat are best friends, and during quarantine, real feelings are finally admitted.

✷ by your side (mat barzal) - mat promises to stay by y/n's side when she gets morning sickness. *

✷ too young (mat barzal) - the only thing mat and y/n hear are "you're too young to be married" but they don't care. *

✷ no muffins for you (mat barzal) - mat comes home after a day with the guys to y/n baking muffins. *

✷ cucumber sandwiches (mat barzal) - y/n and mat take their kids on a picnic.

✷ #1 supporter (mat barzal) - at the first game of the series, y/n is there to support mat.

✷ tourists for a day (ilya sorokin) - ilya and y/n become new york city tourists for the day.

✷ rainy new years (ilya sorokin) - instead of going out for new year, you and ilya chose to stay in. *

✷ a letter (oliver wahlstrom) - y/n wrote oliver a letter and slipped it into his bag before he left for his first roadie. he now carries that letter with him everywhere.

✷ big test (oliver wahlstrom) - y/n has a big test coming up, but oliver steps up, and helps her take a step back.

new york rangers,

✷ first kiss (kaapo kakko) - kappo is a bit old fashioned, and hasn't kissed you, so you take initiative. *

✷ braids (braden schneider) - y/n and braden are having a night in, and braden finally admits he can braid hair. *

philadelphia flyers,

✷ matching tattoos (jamie drysdale) - y/n got a tattoo when she turned 18, and jamie loved it. so, he decided to surprise her with a matching tattoo.

✷ paris (joel farabee) - joel plans a secret trip to paris for y/n. *

✷ momma's home (joel farbee) - kit, y/n and joe;s dog, missed his mom. *

✷ not even seven o'clock (morgan frost) - garett frost wakes up his parents early in the morning, excited to open christmas presents. *

pittsburgh penguins,

✷ wired autocomplete interview (sidney crosby) - y/n and sidney do a wired autocomplete interview.

✷ the story of you and i (sidney crosby) - y/n goes on a talk show, and talks about her's and sidney's relationship.

✷ the story of you, me, and her (sidney crosby) - a collection of moments, shared by the crosby family. from sidney's first movie premiere to your daughter's first day of school.

✷ five years (sidney crosby) - it's y/n and sidney's wedding anniversary. *

✷ same feeling (sidney crosby) - sidney always get the feeling when he sees his wife walk into the room. *

✷ cold (sidney crosby) - y/n has a cold, and sidney takes charge and takes care of her.

✷ be spontaneous, be you (sidney crosby) - y/n and sidney are total opposites, but after three years, things must aren't the same as they were. *

✷ breaking the stereotypes (sidney crosby) - y/n is sick and tired of waiting for sidney to propose. so, she decides to take charge. *

✷ behind the tattoo (ryan graves) - ryan, ever the curious guy, asks y/n all about her different tattoos.

tampa bay lightning,

✷ insecurities (phil myers) - y/n gets in her head sometimes with all the media, so phil surprises her with a nice homemade dinner. *

toronto maple leafs,

✷ run away (william nylander) - y/n and william talk about running away from home. *

✷ bet (william nylander) - william and y/n make a bet while watching the world juniors. *

✷ mama (morgan rielly) - morgan is trying to get his daughter to say dad, but sh keeps saying mama.