#trent frederic blurbs

[ilyasorokinn]

i know your requests are closed for now, but i thought i would send one in for when you get back because i think the idea is so cute and i dont want to forget it lollll

i was thinking freddy (trent frederic) being soft with his gf? like he seems so goofy and i feel like he doesn’t let his walls down in public, but would totally be a soft when it came to being a boyfriend and being in the presence of his s/o 🥰

anywaysss i hope you find your way back soon! we miss you! enjoy your break tho, take all the time you need 🫶

GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYFRIEND

this was sent in during one of my earlier breaks... i'm just finally getting to all the old stuff in my inbox because i suck, but trust i will be getting to everything or at least mostly everything. n e ways, this is inspired by all those tiktoks of like golden retriever bfs in public looking around for their gfs and when they find them, they're all smiley :)

if there was something you learned about trent early on, it was that he got lost a lot. he would always get distracted by something in a store and would lose you. it happened more times than when he actually followed you around.

it especially happened a lot when you would drag him into a store he didn't want to be in. he loved following you around and helping you find new things, but sometimes he just wasn't in a shopping mood, so you couldn't blame him when he did get lost.

you were looking for some silverware for a friend who was moving and you wanted to alleviate some of the stress for her. the second you stepped into the store, you knew trent would wander off and find something more interesting to look at, and you were right. it took him all of 2 minutes to wander off and lose you.

you finally managed to find everything you were looking for and couldn't help but roll your eyes when you looked around your surroundings and couldn't find trent.

"trent?" you called out, but all you got were looks from the people around you, "geez, not again." you sighed.

trent, on the other hand, was standing in front of the kid's cutlery section, looking at all the little forks and spoons. he took pictures of a few different utensils, excited to show you later.

after spending a few minutes looking at all the cartoon plates and odds and ins, he started to get bored again. he decided you had spent enough time looking for whatever you were looking for, so he would try and find you and bother you until you got annoyed with him and decided you were done.

he wandered around the store, a few things catching his eye but he ignored it because he was on a mission: find y/n.

he started to get worried, but the look on his face made him look calm and collected. he didn't want to show anyone he was silently panicking. of course he had wandered away from you before, but this time felt different.

you weren't in a tiny little store, you were in a ain't department store with at least 4 floors and 30 different departments.

things weren't much better on your end. you had spent the last 20 minutes looking around the entire store for him. luckily, you turned the corner and spotted him.

his back was to you, but when he turned around, you got a better look at his face. he might have looked not panicked but you could see the crease in his forehead and the worried look behind his eyes.

you pulled out your phone and started recording him, wanting to get his reaction for when he finally did find you. there was a small group in front of you and his eyes quickly flicked between the entire group before they finally landed on you.

when he spotted you in the crowd, he couldn't help but let out a giant sigh. his shoulders dropped in relief and his eyes showed he was more than happy.

he quickly made his way over to you and you set your phone down, "i thought i'd never find you. i thought i'd have to live here." he joked.

"you have a phone, silly. you could've called." you reminded him, a smile on your face.

"i know, but i hadn't thought of it, for some reason." he scratched the back of his head.

you chuckled, "i have an idea, trent. how about, next time we go to a giant department store, don't leave my side."

"i like the sound of that."

"i'm gonna get you one of those backpack leashes. you wander off too much." you joked, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the cashier.

"okay, how about i just hold your hand." he rolled his eyes.

[hockeyboysimagines]

so excited your taking requests and all the new additions to your masterlist!! Can I request smut prompt 19 for Trent Frederic. Your gonna kill it!!

I went overboard. He’s a new addition to my list and needless to say I’m very excited to write for him.

“Am I making you nervous?”

Blood pooled in your cheeks but you shook your head defiantly as you leaned forward, placing the needle next to the cut on his eyebrow. His eyes burned into yours and you took a deep breath as you penetrated the skin with the needle and stitch.

He didn’t even flinch, too occupied with the close proximity of you, and the muffled roar of the arena beyond the doors of the medical room.

“Doing okay?” You asked airily, trying to focus on the stitches you were doing, but being this close to him was intoxicating and making you lightheaded.

“Just fine.” He said softly, one hand reaching forward to rest on your hip.

“Trent…”

“Hmmmm?” He asked, his thumb finding the hem of your shirt and just barely pushing it up to graze your skin.

Trent Frederic was nothing but trouble and yet here you were, having eye sex with him, risking your job but you just couldn’t stop. Not that you wanted to, but if you had you would be unsuccessful.

It had started months prior. You were close with a lot of the guys, most of whom made your day to day job fun and sometimes difficult but Trent was different.

You’d been unnerved by him the minute he’d entered the medical room on your first day, and he’d only made you more and more nervous since then.

In an effort to spare yourself the risk of losing your job and your dignity, you stayed away from him like the plague, but there was only so much you could do to put space between you and him.

As a team doctor your job required you to get personal sometimes, and someone like Trent was always in need of ice or stitches.

Your first encounter was one that you’d like to forget, strictly due to the embarrassment you felt when you saw him at practice on Monday. A guy you’d been seeing casually turned out to be the ultimate douche bag, picking a fight with you for no reason while out for drinks one night. Where Trent came from you still had no idea, but like a white knight in the shiniest armor he came to your rescue, shoving the guy off the curb and into the street. You’d been equal parts relieved and embarrassed and when he’d offered to take you home you accepted. After an awkward “thanks” you’d invited him inside, where you got to see a glimpse of the real Trent.

And you liked him a lot.

He made you feel better, waving away your apologies and shame and by the time 10 pm rolled around you’d forgotten all about what’s his face, and you were drowning in thick sexual tension that had filled the room.

“Your taste in guys is as bad as your taste in beer.” He said setting the bottle down and making a face.

“You don’t know anything about my taste in guys-“

“Please.” He rolled his eyes “I know all I need to after that little exchange with your boyfriend at the bar.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and it’s none of your business.”

“Whatever you say.” He smiled a little “So no boyfriend then?”

“Nope. Not for years.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care?”

“I think you know why I care.”

After that night he got bolder. An accidental brush here, a small lingering touch here. You could feel his eyes on you constantly, and often performed most of your duties with shaky hands and anxiety. You did your best to keep a distance, but it wasn’t practical to think you could avoid him all together. By the end of each day you were exhausted, falling into bed with a sigh, mind always on Trent. You liked him way more than was appropriate at work. It was, in fact, strictly forbidden to have any type of extra curricular activities with players, and the result of having one would be immediate termination and a giant black spot on everything you’d worked to achieve. While it was a giant blaring, blinking red flag reason you should keep away from him the thought of him being “off limits” was kind of hot.

But it was still off limits and if the universe loved you at all it would cut you some slack. Which is how you ended up sitting between him and Marchy at the yearly gala. So that was your answer about the universe. It clearly did not care about you losing your job. Trent didn’t seem to either, because his hand had slowly found it’s way to your knee, and had traveled upwards to your thigh, his rough fingers brushing your skin. Your cheeks were burning, both from his touch and the obnoxious amount of wine you drank to keep your nerves at bay, which in hindsight had been a terrible idea. You thought it would settle your nerves, when in reality all it did was bubble along with the acid in your stomach and make you nauseous.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You announced, his hand falling from your thigh.

“No one cares.” Marchy said cheekily.

“Watch it. I’ll remember that next time you need stitches.” You said pointing menacingly at him.

He waved you off and went back to his conversation with whoever was sitting to his left as you stood, and walked slowly from the table on wobbly legs. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you did and when you turned the corner you let out a breath so long you felt yourself deflate like a balloon.

What the hell did he think he was doing?????

Talk about a risk.

Feeling you up in a room full of teammates, coaches, and important ass people who were responsible for both your job and his.

How many concussions had this guy had? Sheesh.

The women’s bathroom was equal parts cool, quiet, and free from testosterone all of which were appreciated.

You touched the cold sink and then pressed it to your cheeks and forehead in an effort to cool off. There was no way you were making it the mandatory slotted time you were expected to sitting next to him. Maybe you fake and illness or an emergency and get out and as far away from him as possible.

You had just regained your composure and came up with your story, when the bathroom door opened. You didn’t turn right away, figuring it was just someone’s wife or girlfriend but when you didn’t hear the click of high heels, you glanced up in the mirror.

Trent was leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets.

There was something almost predatory about the way he was looking you up and down, and it was enough to send a jolt straight to your lady parts.

“This is a women’s bathroom.” You finally said, tongue feeling thick inside your mouth. Your throat felt dry, but seeing him in that black suit had you almost salivating.

“I really don’t give a fuck about the sign on the outside of the bathroom.” He said eyes still on yours as he pushed off the wall and leaned over to click the lock shut on the door. He took a few steps forward and you took a few back until you bumped against the sink, and had essentially backed yourself into a corner.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a small voice as he came to a stop in front of you. He was so close, you were able to count every eyelash, and his cologne was making you dizzy as he reached one large hand forward and slid it across your shoulders to grip the back of your neck.

“This.” He leaned down, lips pushing up hard against your own, almost in desperation that ended months of sexual tension. One of your biggest fears was that taking that step with him might make the allure of it all fade.

Like maybe kissing him wasn’t the best thing in the world and maybe you didn’t really like him you just liked the idea of him.

But it didn’t.

In fact if anything, making out with him in the women’s bathroom made you like him even more. His hands were up under your dress, and your lipstick was surely gone by now, and if someone managed to get in the bathroom you would be fired publicly, but none of those things could make you stop.

“Wait wait.” You said breathlessly after several minutes, pulling away. Both of you were red faced and keyed up, as you shimmied your dress back down your legs gasping for air.

“Not here. Not in a bathroom. I want to-but not here.”

“Okay. Meet me out front in 10-“

“Are you crazy? We can’t leave.”

“We can and we are. Unless you think you can sit next to me at that stupid table for the next 3 hours.”

You but your lip “Okay fine. I’ll leave first, you leave after me.”

You did in fact fake an Illness. You slapped your cheeks several times to make them more red than before and rubbed water across your face and neck to imitate profuse sweating and found Don just inside the doorway of the dinner hall.

“Are you okay?” He asked looking at you alarmed.

“No I think I’m sick. Would it be alright if I went home early?”

“Of course of course. I don’t think you should drive though-“

“I can drive her.” You both turned to find Trent smiling good naturedly at you.

“Oh-I-“

“Really it’s no problem. He’s right, if you’re sick you shouldn’t be driving. I’m happy to.”

Next thing you knew, you were stumbling inside your apartment attached at the lips, door slamming loudly when he kicked it shut.

You were both sweaty, breathless and hands everywhere but he looked hotter now than he ever had before, if that was even possible. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, hands low on your waist. It was slow for just a few seconds before he swiped his tongue across your lower lip, and pushed it inside your mouth, hoisting you up on the counter. His hands came up to either side of your face, as he pulled away and came in at a different angle. You felt like you were drowning as his mouth moved against yours as you let a breath escape. Your dress strap slipped off your shoulder, exposing the top of your bra. He slid down the other one, the dress coming to pool around your waist. You let out a breath as he pulled away for a second, looking down, one hand coming to rest between your legs. You gasped, eyes moving up to meet his own, as he gently pulled your dress up, and moved your underwear to the side and rubbed a small circle before he slipped two fingers inside.

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs but instead you bit your lip and let your head fall back eyes sliding closed. The sensation between your legs was almost blinding you when he suddenly pulled his hand out, and picked you up, carrying you back to your bedroom. You both landed on the mattress with a small “oof” and his mouth was immediately back on yours. You yanked his button down open and pushed it down his shoulders so he could shake it off, and then unbuckled his suit pants. Your dress went next, followed by your bra and panties. He spread your legs apart, eyes moving up your body until they landed on your face. He slotted himself between your legs before he leaned up and whispered in your ear.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He pushed slowly inside of you, your back arching up off the bed. His head fell forward as he pulled out and pushed in again with a small gasp.

It was even better than you imagined, as you glanced down and watched the muscles in his abdomen flex as he moved in and out of you. Your reached up your hands placing one of either side of his lower back, digging your nails into his skin. He leaned forward kissing you roughly before he pulled out of you and flipped you over, pulling you on to all fours before he backed you up and pushed back inside of you.

“Oh my God.” You moaned out as he hit a spot you weren’t even aware existed, one hand splayed on your lower back. The other hand wrapped around your hair and twisted it giving it a very firm tug. The sensation of your hair being rugged and the warm friction that had built in between your legs was too much as you felt your body heat up and for the first time in a very long time, he’d given you an earth shattering orgasm that had you screeching as he pushed sloppily in and out of you. You collapsed under him and closed your eyes as he pulled out slowly and landed next to you. After a few moments he glanced over, to find you staring at the ceiling wide eyed.

“What?” He said rolling on his side to look at you.

“I’m so fucking fired.”

[laukoslovergirl]

Boston's Bad Bitches

Pairing: Wotherspoon!reader x the 3B's (Boston's bad bitches GC) (Platonic!Matthew Poitras, Brother!Parker Wotherspoon, Platonic!Jeremy Swayman, Platonic!Trent frederic, Platonic! John Beecher, Platonic!Mason Lohrei)

Warnings: language

Summary: y/n has integrated herself into the bruins and here's all the chaos that ensues? 

DISCLAIMER: I totally forgot beecher had a girlfriend so that's totally my bad sorry. I also ended up carrying this on way too much so there will be more texts, and added SMAU and a fic of who you end up with. I totally got carried away and fell in love with this idea, while trying to write something else so I hope you enjoy it! also no clear timeline so just enjoy how you please!!!

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.6k

no warnings

"i think i wanna marry you" — bruno mars

A/N: requested by the showstopping @ahockeywrites — a soft trent fic including a picnic and possibly a proposal, so here i am to deliver. thank u pookie and i hope everyone enjoys this short n sweet trent blurb to hold you over! happy reading :)

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Not a day went by where Trent wasn’t heckled by his teammates, formers, buddies, and even family members for how positively whipped he was for you. And although he hated it on the outside, he wasn’t afraid to show it behind closed doors.

The man loved you—he’d never deny that.

You and Trent had been dancing around the idea of marriage for months. You’d been together for almost three years. It was only natural that the subject would eventually come about. The two of you, however, had received a plethora of comments from your peers about it but never discussed it on your own. At least, not nearly to the extent that you needed to.

You finally made the move from St. Louis to Boston nearly a year prior, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that the other wives and girlfriends began pressing you about it. 

“So you’ve still never once talked about it,” Kiley, your best friend, would say.

And the others would give you mixtures of “Why not?” and “Aren’t you going to?”, usually to no avail.

You’d often mention the interactions to Trent, and he’d typically wave them off, telling you that they were simply being pests. He’d tell you to ignore them. But the last few times you’d mentioned it to him, he’d smile, sometimes letting out a laugh, and even sometimes tell you it was “nice” or “cute”, much to your confusion.

That being said, you really didn’t put as much thought into it as you probably should of.

Because Trent was subtly trying to hint to you that he had other plans; that he might have started to take the girls’ advice.

“How about a picnic?” he suggested, his finger twirling a strand of your hair around as your head comfortably rested in his lap, legs sprawled across the couch cushions. You’d been debating with him on what you wanted to do that night, as he’d just gotten home from a road trip with the team the day prior. “The weather should be nice.”

Your eyes lit up at the idea, teeth on display as you smiled up at him. “That actually sounds great.”

“Well, then.”

“Great. Then it’s settled—we’ll have a picnic,” you sat up, palm flat on the cushion as your arm supported your weight.

“You packing?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, giggling softly as you stood up. “Yes. I am. Because I don’t particularly trust you,” you told him, walking into the kitchen. “But only because of that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he shouted from the couch.

You whipped up a few sandwiches and stored them neatly in a basket, followed by the remainder of the strawberries you had in your fridge and a few other snacks. You put some napkins and drinks inside, then folded a blanket over the food and shut the basket, leaving it on the kitchen counter to grab when you left.

Then, you got ready, slipping on a pink and white floral-patterned babydoll dress and sandals. You matched a white bow to the white in the dress and clipped it into your hair, then picked out a few pieces of jewelry to top it off. You’d just gotten your nails done a few days before, courtesy of Kiley, and you decided on a French manicure that ultimately tied the look together, in your not-so-humble opinion.

You waited by the door for Trent, basket in hand as you scrolled through your phone, then looked up when you heard his footsteps coming toward you.

“Wow,” he nodded, stopping in front of you. “Outdid yourself, eh?”

“Well, if I’m going to go on a spring picnic. I might as well look the part, right?” you noted, stepping up to him and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And besides—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a white polo with…Khakis.”

He looked around the room bashfully, a guilty expression lining his face. “Well,” he shrugged, lips pressing into a flat line. “I guess you’re right.”

You giggled and gently kissed him once more, and then the two of you set off.

You decided on a quaint, meadowy area that sat just near a local river, which ultimately was the perfect location for your little outing. He and you sat atop the blanket, basking in the sunlight as you ate. 

“You have chocolate on your face,” you giggled, bringing your thumb up to the corner of his mouth and carefully wiping it. You licked it off and dried your thumb with a napkin, taking notice of how Trent’s eyes seemed to be completely trained on you.

“What?”

“Nothing, just,” he paused, taking a breath. “You look really pretty.”

A smile spread across your face as your head tilted to the side at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you,” you bashfully replied.

“Mhm.”

“I think the sun’s about to set,” you noted, wiping your lips with the same napkin and setting it back down on the blanket. He and you finally finished your food, and you turned to face him.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked.

You nodded in response and he moved the basket to the side, lying on his back and extending his arm out. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest flat on your hip.

You sighed gently, letting your eyes close for just a moment as you relaxed into him. There you sat for the next ten minutes, the two of you not speaking a word as you watched the sunset hit its peak. It was then that he finally spoke, catching your attention immediately.

“Hey,” he cooed, looking down as you sat up slightly and turned to face him.

“Hm?”

“You mind if we stand up for a second?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, then rose to your feet, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. “What is it?”

He took your hands in his, rubbing the backs gently with his thumbs, then took a deep breath.

“Remember the first time you told me about the girls teasing you?”

“Sort of,” you replied confusedly. “Why?”

“You remember what I said?”

“To ignore them?”

“Yeah. And I kept telling you that; that it was stupid, or that they were just being annoying,” he started softly. “But even if they were being completely out of line doing it, they were right. They just didn’t know that I already had my own plans.”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing together as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“I’d already made my choice, but I kept shrugging you off because I was scared.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is…I should’ve done this a long time ago.” 

Then it started to come to you, everything slowly beginning to piece itself together in your head. For the past few weeks, you’d received less heckling from Kiley and the others. Of course, you didn’t think anything of it before. Then, she took you to get your nails done out of the blue. And later that day, she took you shopping for the exact dress you were wearing. Because she knew.

And when Trent got down on one knee, you knew, too.

You gasped quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, holding it with one hand, the other still holding one of yours.

“I bought this a month after you moved in,” he finally spoke, holding it up. “I’ve just been trying to figure out when and how to do this.”

“Oh—oh my god.”

He took another deep, long breath. “I love you. So much. And there’s nobody I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. So…” He spoke your name softly, prying the box open with his hand to reveal the diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your free hand covering your mouth as you finally processed it all. He was doing exactly what you thought he wasn’t going to do anytime soon. And only a few moments passed before you were nodding your head sharply as your hand fell down to your side.

“Yes,” you replied with conviction.

So he took the ring from its resting place and raised your hand, slipping it snugly onto your finger, marveling at how perfectly it fit for just a moment. He tossed the box to the ground and slowly stood up, thumb brushing over the ring on your finger as he held it between you.

You quickly threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He quickly reciprocated, hoisting you up and holding you tight as your legs wrapped around his waist.

The warm hue of the falling sunset illuminated your surroundings, the scene topped off by the faint noise of crickets as he and you shared one of the most intimate moments of your lives. And he couldn’t have planned it out more perfectly.

A small tear ran down your cheek as you pulled away, smiling gently as you looked down at him. He quickly leaned up and kissed it away. Affection laced his expression when he pulled back to look up at you, unable to contain his smile as he felt the cold surface of your ring grazing the skin on the back of his neck.

“I love you, T,” you whispered to him.

“I love you, too,” he echoed softly, hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear just before adding,

“Mrs. Frederic.”

[ahockeywrites]

Aurelia McAvoy x Trent Frederic

(*) indicates 18+ content

the service

trent’s car needs a service, so charlie mcavoy recommends a local garage to him

the assistance pt 1

pasta’s car has an issue, and charlie knows just who to call to fix it

the assistance pt2

trent sticks his head into the garage to see how pasta’s car is doing

the race

charlie takes the boys to a local car race

the date

there’s an event coming up and trent needs a date

series in progress, more parts incoming

requested blurbs

[midnightsnyx]

BLURBS/DRABBLES

jealousy, jealousy / matthew tkachuk

bad day / matthew tkachuk

girl dad / trent frederic

lake days / brock boeser

love song / nathan mackinnon

playing games / jack hughes

proposals / matthew tkachuk

confessions / brady skjei

nice thoughts / luke hughes

oh baby / quinn hughes

sweet as sugar / leon draisaitl

something warm / quinn hughes

drunk dialed / part 1, part 2 / matthew tkachuk

this one was for you / carter verhaeghe

beautiful girl / matthew tkachuk

bed head / leon draisaitl

broken frame / nico hischier

lazy sundays / nico hischier

hush / nico hischier

museum meet cute / nico hischier

aquarium dates / matthew tkachuk

beautiful smile / arber xhekaj

drunken confessions / arber xhekaj

sleepy mornings / nate mackinnon

confessions / phillipp grubauer

snuggle bug / nico hischier

realizations / nico hischier

sweater weather / tyson jost

[lukeevangelista]

OMG, I JUST GOT AN IDEA. BABYSITTING WITH TRENT. I KNOW HE'S GOT, NEPHEWS/NIECES, AND MAYBE IT'S A FAMILY REUNION, AND HE'S WATCHING YOU RUN AROUND WITH THEM AND HES TALKING TO HIS FAMILY ABOUT WANTING TO MARRY YOU IM-

WITH LOVE TRENT FREDERIC ANON

AND JUST IMAGINE —— I went with the family reunion one and I did slightly change it, but damn. Imagine this

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His nieces would be with you, trying to get you to marry him and his nephews would be bugging him about marrying you

And of course, the aunts would bring it up to him right before dinner was being served and he’d get all flushed, them obviously not knowing he was planning to ask you to marry him that evening.

“I’m working on it.” He grinned as he watched his niece pull your hand to her room to show you all her squishmellows, “This one isn’t getting away any time soon.”

It wasn’t long before his mom called you and her nieces to come eat, you guys quickly joining them. You sat down beside Trent, his hand quickly finding yours.

“You okay?” You asked, your eyes scanning his face.

“Never better.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your lips, letting out a laugh after he heard his nephews ‘ew’ at you two.

[bqstqnbruin]

#3 with your favorite muppet? (trent)

Happy blurb weekend and Bruins win!

alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

WC: 530

Warnings: None but this is related to my Aerosmith fic from forever ago

Ben wanted his sixth birthday party to be at the local rink, his favorite person Trent being the star to show everyone how to skate, while the two of you were somehow left responsible for a bunch of five and six year olds while the rest of the parents just sat on the side and didn’t pay attention to anything that was on the ice.

“Trent, Trent!” one of Ben’s little friends, Max, starts yelling, “Look!”

You and Trent turn around, watching the friend hanging on to Ben’s pants while your son just skates around with him attached, unbothered while he attempts to move the puck that Trent had brought around the ice.

“He’s gonna go far,” Trent laughs, his arm draped on your shoulder.

“Ben or Max?”

“Max. Well, and Ben.”

“Max isn’t skating, he’s letting Ben do all the work,” you point out.

“Eh, like that’s a bad thing?”

“It is when,” you start, leaning over to whisper in his ear, “we’re in bed and I have to do all the work.”

Trent scoffs, you skating away from him with a smile on your face. Before he can get you, you skate over to Ben, snatching him up off the ice and into the air, the giggles of him and his friends filling the ice rink.

You put him down, Trent pouting that you used your son to try to stop him from doing anything. “He’s not always around, you know,” he huffs, one of the kids tugging at Trent’s jean leg. He gets down to her level, his one knee on the ice. “What’s up, bud?”

“You’re not very good,” she says, as a matter of factly, you unable to hide your laughter as this five year old roasts your boyfriend. “I thought you skated for your life?”

“I play hockey, yes.”

“Do you do it well?” she asks, Trent trying to figure out what other option he had besides punting a five year old. “I don’t think you do it well. Let me show you.”

You watch as this little girl takes Trents hand and starts giving him around the rink, Trents cheeks bright red in embarrassment while she shows him up in the one thing he was supposed to be good at. Child after child starts to do the same, all of them lining up to take Trent around the rink and show them that they were better than him.

The last one was Ben, the birthday boy himself. Trent extends his hand out for Ben, your son looking up at him and shaking his head. “I want to be on your shoulders,” he demands, reaching his arms up for Trent to pick him up.

Trent does as he says, Ben sitting on his shoulders with his legs straddling Trent’s shoulders, Trent holding Ben’s legs so he doesn’t accidentally kick him in the face. Ben was giggling, the rest of the kids watching and skating around Trent and Ben.

“Faster, ice horse!” Ben yells, Trent looking up at him, pretending to be offended. He takes him off his shoulders, holding him so his body was parallel with the ice below him, Ben screaming with laughter.

[savoies]

ah that’s my fault i meant trent frederic, i saw other anons mentioning him a couple days ago i know you’re not a fan of him but no one knows him on here and you’re my safe blog so i feel comfortable sharing with you

yes we did have a trent frederic phase. aww that's means a lot, here's a little something about trent with a little girl for you, enjoy.

after you found out you were pregnant trent was ecstatic.

literally bouncing off walls yelling it off the balcony, and at random strangers.

he would want to tell his teammates right away.

and of course you're like "You know I love them but maybe we should tell our parents first."

he is over the moon.

would literally never shut up.

after every appointment he's all like "look at how big she is now."

would definitely call her baby freddie.

...

little time skip.

after she is born oh gosh boy would literally do everything and anything for her.

seems like the guy to dress up in tutus and let his little girl do his make up and hair

all to see his little girl happy.

of course she has him wrapped around her finger.

oh and she definitely hangs out with her uncles (aka the guys)

tea parties.

would 100% be a daddy's girl.

ahhh and when you take her to her first game she would all be like "dada dada" as she jumps up and down.

would just love to pull on his curls.

[ilyasorokinn]

stanley cup blurb week!

hello! with playoffs starting today, i thought it would be fun if i did a little writing thing. if you have any requests for the players below (whose teams are in the playoffs), send them in!! the few rules i have are i don't write smut, please be kind and patient, and feel free to requests for the au i have to.

*= means you can request someone from this team who isn't on this list

carolina hurricanes *

freddie andersen

seth jarvis

tyson jost

pyotr kochetkov

jesperi kotkaniemi

jack roslovic

ty smith

andrei svechnikov

colorado avalanche *

jack drury

erik johnson

artturi lehkonen

ryan lindgren

martin necas

nathan mackinnon

miles wood

dallas stars

wyatt johnson

mikko rantanen

edmonton oilers

trent frederic

jeff skinner

florida panthers

anton lundell

mackie samoskevich

los angeles kings

quinton byfield

andrei kuzmenko

erik portillo

jack studnicka

alex turcotte

minnesota wild

matt boldy

joel eriksson ek

kirill kaprizov

montreal canadiens

kirby dach

juraj slafkovsky

arber xhekaj

nashville predators

nick blankenburg

new jersey devils *

seamus casey

nico hischier

jack hughes

luke hughes

johnathan kovacevic

timo meier

dawson mercer

ottawa senators

tim stützle

fabian zetterlund

st. louis blues

jordan kyrou

jake neighbors

colton parayko

tampa bay lightning

anthony cirelli

toronto maple leafs

alex nylander

william nylander

anthony stolarz

joseph woll

washington capitals

anthony beauvillier

pierre-luc dubois

rasmus sandin

winnipeg jets

dylan coghlan

nikolaj ehlers

brandon tanev

tagging some friends: @2manytabsopen @boqvistsbabe @cuteandhughesy @smileysvech @bitchinbarzal @sydnikov @iwantahockeyhimbo @rosesvioletshardy @typical-simplelove @fallinallincurls @laurenairay

[ao3feed-hockey]

How The Bruins Would Comfort You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/OnBr2qA

by mainlypastrnaksbae

Just a super quick collection of blurbs about how some of the Bruins would comfort you if you were upset.

Words: 1534, Chapters: 3/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, Charlie McAvoy, Jeremy Swayman, Trent Frederic, David Krejci, Brandon Carlo, Hampus Lindholm, Taylor Hall, Tyler Bertuzzi, Pavel Zacha, Linus Ullmark, Jake DeBrusk, Matt Grzelcyk, David Pastrnak, Charlie Coyle

Relationships: Boston Bruins/You

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, just a collection of blurbs, about how the boys would comfort you if you were upset, Reader-Insert, No use of y/n, once again i am coping

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/OnBr2qA

[laukoslovergirl]

Boston's Bad Bitches (3)

Pt.1 Pt.2

Pairing: Wotherspoon!reader x the 3B's (Boston's bad bitches GC) (Platonic!Matthew Poitras, Brother!Parker Wotherspoon, Platonic!Jeremy Swayman, Platonic!Trent frederic, Platonic! John Beecher, Platonic!Mason Lohrei) 

Warnings: language

Summary: game time updates. The boys being picked on by baby spoon.

based off of the game against tampa bay 01.14.25

I had so much fun with this one

[happilysmythe]

➵ 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨

a collection of short n' sweet blurbs for those with short attention spans.

LAST UPDATED: JANUARY 23, 2025

★ = sexual content | 𝜗𝜚 = no mature language | ☆ = author's choice!

↪ T. FREDERIC

❥ 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. (815) — trent uses his favorite method of relieving his anger after a tough loss to toronto. ★

[kolsmikaelson]

okay the following blurbs i’m hoping to finish tonight and have posted tomorrow, they’re the only ones i received/have left from the blurb night i started the other day. requests are closed.

- matty tkachuk kissing your bruises

-trent frederic taking you out on his boat

- babysitting with jack quinn or braden schneider (undecided)

[ahockeywrites]

Valentine’s Day prompts/blurb ideas accepted in my ask box for the following hockey boys

trent frederic

arber xhekaj

matthew tkachuk

quinn hughes

jack hughes

nico hischier

these will be published on the fourteenth btw

lots of love, a x <3

[midnightsnyx]

If you write for Trent Frederic can I please request an imagine about Trent being a girl dad? Like idk maybe bergy sees his nails painted in the locker room and slightly teases him about it OR baby girl Frederic makes dad and his teammates join in on her tea party while mom films the WHOLE thing 🥹😅

hi, tysm for the request!! sorry it’s short but i hope you like it!

y/d/n means your daughters name

. . .

he didn’t even realize that he forgot to wash the nail polish his daughter had put on his nails the previous night. his little girl had him completely wrapped around her tiny fingers. he was only 20 when he became a dad so it was a shock to say the least when you came to him with the positive pregnancy test. his world completely changed that day but he wouldn’t change her for the world.

cut to four years later and he was a total girl dad. whatever your daughter wanted, he would not hesitate to give so when she asked him to be his model so she could practice painting nails and doing makeup, he happily obliged. he remembered to remove the makeup, but not the nail polish so the next day in the locker room, one of his teammates made a teasing comment.

“nice nails, frederic,” bergy said jokingly, and trent glanced at his hands to see the bright pink nail polish.

“i visited y/d/n’s salon yesterday,” he replied, grinning, “you should come some time.”

bergy laughed and finished getting dressed, “i just may do that.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” trent said and that is how bergy and a few of the other guys found themselves sitting around a tiny table, nails freshly painted and water in mini tea cups in front of them. they played along with the younger frederic as she poured them more “tea” and handed out animal crackers.

you stood in the doorway of the playroom and filmed the entire thing, posting it on instagram and if it ended up being reposted by the bruins, well, bergy was to blame.