#carolina hurricanes fic
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Being Bold || S. Jarvis
Author: Sydney / @sydnikov
Pairing: Seth Jarvis / fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.4k
Summary: Seth has a crush on you. A bad one, and he makes it very obvious throughout the years he’s known you, though you’ve still never taken him seriously because of his immaturity and energetic personality. Much to his chagrin, you keep denying him—until one night, scorned by thoughts of your most recent ex who never knew how to touch you right, you give in to Seth’s advances.
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (birth control usage), oral (f receiving), very slight age gap (reader is 2 years older), alcohol mention, alcoholic consumption, minor mention of violence including blood, cursing
A/N: Wow. This one is something (it’s just smut with a small bit of plot don’t mind my dramatics). Here’s the jarvy debauchery as promised ✨ until the next, thanks for the support as always!
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You’ve only seen Seth Jarvis as a kid.
Well, maybe ‘kid’ is too strong of a word to describe the immaturity gap. You’re only two years older than him, but it’s just that how he acts gives you the impression of a boy.
Not a man, but a boy. And it drives Seth absolutely insane.
He first meets you the year he joins the Hurricanes because you’re friends with the social media director (he later finds out you’re close to Lottie, Jesperi’s girlfriend, as well). He remembers the night vividly, what you were wearing, how soft your hand felt against the calluses on his own. How you looked at him, amusement and softness in the smile you flashed him.
Seth was smitten. Still is, actually, because you’re around more than ever. He sees you everywhere. After games, and even just around Raleigh because you live in the area.
He tries asking you out. Numerous times, but much to his chagrin you always turn him down.
“We just met, Seth.” A week after you first shake his hand.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Well, he did. But, in his defense, he’d just broken up with her after he moved.
“I’m too old for you.” That one hurt, because that’s when he finds out you’re only two years older.
Seth is nothing if not persistent, though. He doesn’t give up even after all the rejections. He’s also pretty sure your reluctance is because you think he’s never touched a woman in his life.
Presumptuous, right? Andrei thinks so when Seth tells him after playing Call of Duty for several hours, but he recounts a conversation you had with Lottie (he still owes her and Jesperi a drink for that, actually) after Seth begged her to slide a good word in.
“You’re not into the mustache?” Lottie had giggled, taking a sip of her martini.
You were drinking a whiskey sour, which he knows because he bought it for you but had Lottie say it was from her. Your face burned red, either because of the alcohol or the question, he doesn’t know.
“No, no,” You laughed. “I like mustaches. And a nice stubble. They feel good on the thighs.”
“So what’s the problem? He’s in love with you, basically.”
“Isn’t he, like, I don’t know… Nineteen?” You had drawled, faking indifference while mixing around the olive in your drink with the little straw it came with.
“He’s twenty-two, babe.” She smirked. “Only two years younger.”
Lottie says she thinks you’re just wary of his immaturity. When he tries defending himself, Jesperi reminds him that he scored a goal the other night, pointed at you behind the glass where you sat with Lottie, and then proceeded to griddy.
Word on the street is that you weren’t impressed.
Nonetheless, Seth can’t change his personality for you, as much as he considers it. He thinks the sun rises and sets on you, but if you truly think you’re too good for him then he does have enough self respect to walk away and get over it.
But… He just doesn’t think that’s the case, here. You only seem reluctant—that’s it.
“You can’t force her to sleep with you, Jarvy.” Andrei tells him, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“I know.” He groans, his chin falling into his hand. “What do I do, then?” And truly, he’s run out of ideas. He’s played silly, nice, gentleman… What else is there left for him to do, other than give up?
Seth thinks of your radiant smile, then groans to himself because fuck. He really doesn’t want to give up.
“Give her space?” Andrei suggests. “Have you tried, just… Going away?” He frowns for a moment, trying to think of the right words in English. “Not ‘going away’—”
“Space? You think she just needs space?”
“Well, not too much space—”
“Svechy you're a genius.” Seth interrupts, jumping out of his seat with renown vigor. “I’ll buy you a drink for this, remind me!” And then he’s springing up from the couch, grabbing his keys and sprinting out the front door.
Andrei blinks. Once, twice, then shakes his head with a laugh. He feels like he should warn you, then promptly decides this is not something he wants to get in the middle of.
Seth takes his teammate’s advice to heart, and gives you the space he thinks you need to process his zealous pursuit of you. He can tell it catches you off guard because he’s stopped following you around like a lost puppy, along with all of the antics normally associated with his creative flirting.
In fact, it’s such a sudden change from what you’re used to that it freaks you out. Hurts a little bit, too, because did he just wake up one day disgusted by the thought of you?
You tell yourself you’re disturbed because you miss the attention. It’s been a while since you’ve had a guy foam at the mouth for you, after all, so now that it’s gone you’re just going through withdrawals.
It’s more than that, though, and you won’t admit it to yourself but when you spy him chatting it up with other girls your stomach twists in a way that you know screams trouble.
Maybe it’s because you just ended things with your latest boyfriend - a bore of a man who couldn’t make time for you outside of his work - and the vulnerability of being alone yet again is getting to you.
Is Seth really so bad? You think about him sometimes, when you’re alone in your apartment or even right in front of him. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, sure, but nothing more than friendly affection.
You’re questioning this now, when his attention is no longer being directed at you, because you distinctly remember him getting into a fight with some other player on the ice, and that’s the first time you remember thinking man and not boy.
The team it was against escapes you, but you remember someone getting in Sebastian’s space with a raised arm, and then Seth came flying in with a fist to the opposing player’s face and a lot of colorful words. Your jaw had dropped as the referees tore them apart, his hair dripping with sweat and a cut welling with blood dripping down his forehead.
The moment forces you to think that maybe altogether, his energetic personality, a smile that never leaves his face, and the unwavering loyalty for his friends combined isn’t such a bad thing after all. The revelation leaves you shaking and feeling quite awkward when he’s around, or even just being brought up.
“Do you miss Scott?” Lottie asks you one day when you’re out for lunch at Perry’s - a steakhouse near her apartment in North Hills - referring to your aforementioned ex-boyfriend. Even his name is boring.
You laugh a little, unable to not roll your eyes though your ire isn’t directed at her. “No. I knew it wasn’t going to last when I got into it, anyways.”
“It’s been about two weeks since you broke up with him.” She says, a statement rather than a question. The look on her face tells you she’s trying to go somewhere with this. “Has anyone caught your eye lately? You’re too pretty to be single, you know.”
It’s obvious that Lottie is trying to ask if you’ve reconsidered Seth at all. It’s been the talk of your whole friend group, including the guys, that he’s suddenly stopped in his bold pursuit of you, though none of them think it’s because he’s lost interest.
“I don’t know.” You whine, begrudgingly stabbing a piece of potato with your fork. “I mean, he’s… Seth.”
“Seth, who has spent his entire time on the Hurricanes trying to win you over?” She says with a raised brow. “Just because he’s had his fun doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.”
You don’t have a response to that, so instead you just nod. She is right, as much as you hate to admit it. Seth is a successful professional hockey player in his prime, of course he’s been with his fair share of women and will continue to do so as long as he’s single.
If that was your case you’d certainly be having fun, too.
“If his casualness towards dating really bothers you, you should just talk to him.” Lottie says after a moment. “He’s dying for you to speak to him, I swear it.”
You concede. “I’ll talk to him the next time I see him.”
Fortunately for you, that ‘next time’ doesn’t happen for quite a few more weeks, and when you do finally run into him again it’s when you’re slightly tipsy, drinking at a bar near to PNC Arena after the boys have won a game.
You don’t even take note of his presence at first, in the middle of gossiping with some of your friends who just so happen to know the players.
The gossip? Your ex-boyfriend, Scott, and his inability to make you come.
“I mean, he wasn’t bad or anything.” You say. “He had all the knowledge and stuff, just, like, couldn’t do anything. Y’know?” You’re slurring your words a little bit, but everyone around you nods like you’re making some big, important speech.
“So did you have to fake it?” Someone asks. You can’t even remember how Scott was brought up in the first place.
You giggle; you can’t help it. “Oh my god, yes, sometimes it was so bad I had to say I was cramping just to get him to stop trying.” That sends everyone into boisterous laughter, and in your slight drunkenness you can’t help but join in.
The song changes then, and it must be one everyone knows because it scatters you and the rest of the girls into smaller groups, some running to the dance floor while others wander back to the bar. You stay seated, however, content to watch as you sip your drink.
“Whiskey sour?” That’s when Seth makes his presence known. His voice murmured in your ear catches you off guard, and you jump a little as you turn to face him. “Seth.” You greet, not unkindly. “Yeah, but it’s only my second.”
Just as soon as he appeared, he’s jumping back up from his seat next to you. “I’ll get you a third.” You don’t have time to protest as he disappears, and your affection for this rambunctious man only continues to grow as he bounds back moments later, sliding you your drink with a smug grin.
“Thank you.” You smile, a little shy, a little bashful, as you take your first sip. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Anything for my girl.” Ah, there it is. You’re unable to hide the obvious roll of your eyes, but Seth’s smile doesn’t waver. “Not your girl, Seth. Just got out of a relationship, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” He says. “Scott, right? Sounds like that was doomed from the start.”
You narrow your eyes, unsure of the knowing tone he’s taken on. “And how would you know?”
“He couldn’t make you come, yeah? What a tool.”
Suddenly, your throat is very dry, and you’re taking a very large sip of whiskey that has you wincing. So… He heard you say that, then. Is it hot in here? You have the sudden urge to fan yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. Seth, of all people, should not be making your thighs clench.
You don’t realize how silent you’ve gotten until he speaks up again. “I could make you, you know.”
That has you choking, and you quickly throw back the rest of your drink to soothe your throat. “What?” When you finally meet Seth’s eyes, he’s still grinning at you, though it’s more carnal. His eyes darken as he responds.
“Come. I could get you to come so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.”
Your reply is meek, knowing deep down inside you’re fighting a losing battle. “Have you even touched a girl before?” He scoffs, and you know as well as he does that he’s been with his fair share of women. It’s one of the reasons you’re so hesitant to take him seriously.
Seth is undeterred, though, as he slides even closer to you. You stare straight ahead, determined not to meet his eyes even though you’re positive there’s a red flush creeping up your neck as his breath tickles your ear.
He says your name, a low purr that’s almost mocking like he can see right through your bullshit because finally, he’s breaking through to you. “You know I have. None of them are you, though.”
You squirm in your seat as his hand creeps up your shoulders, grasping the back of your neck as he gently turns your head to face him. He squeezes reassuringly, and now you’re melting into his embrace as a gasp falls from your lips.
“I want you. You know that, baby.”
“Seth…”
“Let me show you, please?” Then those warm eyes are bearing into your own, and now you’re getting a glimpse of the boy you first met all over again. This time, though, instead of feeling innocent affection all you feel now is heat.
You were stupid to think the adoration he never hesitates to show for you wouldn’t win you over eventually.
Blinking owlishly, you move one of your hands to grip his arm, looking so dainty against the rugged muscle under his skin, and, well. You cave.
“Okay.”
Seth doesn’t expect you to give in so easily. He freezes, doesn’t move until you gain your wits back and pinch his thigh with a gentle roll of your eyes. “Are you just going to sit there or should I find someone else to entertain me?”
That gets him moving. It’s his turn to look anxious as he runs a hand through his hair, still processing the fact that he didn’t have to convince you more. He wasn’t actually expecting to get this far with you—quite literally, the woman of his dreams.
“Shit, okay.” He laughs, jumping out of his seat and lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re serious, then.”
“Somehow.” You deadpan. Somehow your legs are still clenching and your heart is beating a little too fast to be normal. “Don’t fuck it up.”
He looks to you, a little terrified, and you can’t help but break the irritated front and send him a small smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly even as your words are all snark. Truthfully, you’re also scared, but not of the sex, but rather the developing feelings that might grow deeper afterwards.
You just got out of yet another disappointing relationship. You don’t want whatever this is with Seth to end with the same result.
He does a good job of distracting you from your destructive thoughts, though, as he pulls you out of the bar like two teenagers trying to sneak away from their parents. You suppose it’s not unlike that same feeling because Jesperi catches your eye as you exit the doors, and he sends you such a shit-eating grin it has you ducking your head to avoid his obnoxious stare.
You suppose you do owe him a favor now after all.
For the first time ever, standing outside in the biting cold, Seth kisses you as you’re waiting for an Uber. You being busy trying to look like you’re not about to go hook up, he suddenly grabs you by the waist and smooths his lips against yours so good your toes curl.
“Fuck.” He murmurs into your mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.” His teeth catch your bottom lip, and you unabashedly moan. You run your hands up his chest, around his shoulders, and to the back of his neck where you card your fingers through thick strands of hair, tugging from the roots.
“Seth…” You gasp when he detaches his lips from your own only for him to smooth down your jawline, then down to your neck where he sucks wet kisses into your sensitive skin. “Fuck, we’re in public.” With a hiss, you pull him away from your neck and pointedly ignore the wetness in your panties when he groans at the loss of contact.
He looks at you like a baby getting its favorite toy taken away, and you can’t ignore how his desperation turns you on wildly. It takes everything in you to not let him go back to feasting on your neck.
“When’s the Uber getting here?” You ask after a moment. You’re both panting, tipsy from the taste of each other’s lips as you try to catch your breath.
Seth pulls out his phone, and as you admire the way the light illuminates his face you completely miss the words coming from his mouth.
You flush. “Say that again?” Seth grins wickedly, brings you in by the back of your neck and kisses you, then pulls away too soon for your liking. “The Uber. It’s right here.” He then wraps an arm around your waist, digging his fingers deliciously into your skin, and leads you into the Uber as it arrives right on time.
He rattles off his address to the driver, then settles back into the seats. His arm snakes around your shoulders, and you hum your appreciation as you sink into his chest. You feel him kiss the top of your head in response.
You could fall asleep, if you really wanted to. The sudden switch in mood from carnal desperation to gentle affection would give you whiplash if you weren’t so at ease resting against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
The drive passes fairly quickly, and Seth doesn’t stop touching you as you make your way up the elevator to his apartment. His hand sneaks to your ass, giving it a squeeze before you slap his arm away.
“Cameras!” You hiss, though it’s with little mirth as a small smile curves up your lips. Seth merely laughs, slides his hand back down to rest on your lower back. “They don’t care. Now c’mere.”
You make out until you can’t breathe, and as you pull away it’s just in time as the elevator doors open. Your heart rate picks up, and you hide your nerves as he grabs your hand and practically sprints out of the elevator with you.
“We have all night, you know.” You giggle, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. Seth groans playfully, but his words strike you as serious even as he masks it with a grin.
“Not long enough, babe.”
You don’t respond, partly because you don’t know how to and partly because he’s just unlocked his door, and you’re too busy taking in his apartment. You’ve been to Andrei’s house numerous times, Jesperi and Lottie's apartment, Jordan’s for his famous house parties… It’s just now that you’re realizing you don’t actually know Seth all that well.
What you do know, though, is that he’s eyeing you like he can’t wait to devour you, and the reminder that you don’t even know his favorite color exits your mind as you sidle up to his chest, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit to drag his lips down to yours.
“Time to impress me, lover boy.” You hum into his mouth, fighting a shiver when he nips at your bottom lip. Seth chuckles, one of his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass, the other tugging your hair back to expose your neck.
He kisses your cheek once, twice, mouths at your collarbone with teasing bites that have your eyes fluttering shut, and then it’s like he loses patience as suddenly his hands are picking you up by your thighs and curling your legs around his waist.
You squeak in surprise. “Seth!” You admonish, because of course it turns you on that he’s able to throw you around effortlessly. He seems to have that effect on you.
Seth maneuvers the two of you through his darkened apartment with ease, knowing the route to his bedroom like the back of his hand. Your attempts at distracting him include sucking a bright red hickey on his neck, fully intending it for it to be bright enough that his teammates give him hell for it the next day.
Once he pushes open the door with his foot, he brings you to the foot of his bed and unceremoniously drops you. You scoff with indignation at his manhandling, though you know he knows you like it if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.
A tiger stalking its prey, Seth crawls on top of you and meets your eager lips in another kiss. His hands smooth down the curves of your hips to your thighs, slowly spreading them open. He mumbles something, and you miss it completely.
“Hm?” You run your hands through his hair, enjoying the way the black strands are moussed from your touch. Your shirt is also already halfway up your torso as he helps you tear it off. “I said I’ll wear your marks proudly. My girl.” He coos, flicking open the clasp of your bra and immediately moving down to your chest.
“Fuck.” He groans. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Your laugh quickly turns to a gasp as he sucks your right nipple into his mouth.
Your other nipple is taken by his fore-finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub between the calloused pads. Between him sucking on one tit and playing with the other, you’re practically a whimpering mess, trying to simultaneously wiggle out of his grip yet get closer at the same time.
“Seth,” You whine. “I need you.” You’re admitting it openly, foregoing coyness in favor of your own pleasure. Yeah, so what? You like this overgrown puppy of a man, and you really want to fuck him. Pulling his head back by his hair, you eagerly slam your lips back together.
“Need me?” He grins against your lips. “Where do you need me? Gotta be specific, babe, because I can be here,” He emphasizes a quick squeeze to your tit. “Here,” The other hand smooths over your ass. “Or here...” He trails off into a low rumble, parting your eager thighs.
Based on the tortured groan he lets out, you assume he can probably feel the wetness that’s soaked through your jeans. You’re too turned on to be embarrassed, though.
“Damn it, Seth, just touch me.” You hiss, keeping his hand pressed between your thighs while the other is already working open the button of your jeans. “Fucking tease.” You mutter, though it’s light-hearted and he knows it based on his snicker.
He helps you peel off the rest of your jeans, throwing them somewhere behind you. It’ll be fun trying to hunt for those in the morning. When he sees the dainty white lace covering your pussy, he lets out his most needy sound yet.
“Shit.” He breathes. “Wore these for me? So pretty. My pretty baby.” He murmurs as he thumbs the lace, running two fingers over the soaked fabric. If you could see, you’d guarantee his pupils are blown wide.
Your hips rise at the friction, wanting more. And because you’re still hellbent on resisting him, apparently, you roll your eyes, spitting out your next words. “You knew I was coming home with you, didn’t you? Asshole.” Though your words are all snark, your tone screams laughter.
Strangely enough, the banter gets you off more than any dirty talk in the world. It’s familiar, relaxing, and Seth clearly doesn’t mind either as he merely chuckles. “I just know you that well, don't I?” The look on his face offers no room for argument.
And, well, you suppose he isn’t wrong. You are here in his bed at the end of the day, right?
You grumble something that to his ears sounds like ‘shut up’ and then you’re sliding your panties down your thighs, letting him take care of the rest as, like your other clothes, he tosses them somewhere behind him.
If you thought the sight of your covered pussy would get the best reaction from him, it’s nothing compared to the way his entire body freezes at seeing it bare.
You’d had a feeling something big was going to happen after Lottie's sly words, so you took the liberty of shaving everywhere just two nights before. You’re glad for that, as Seth is looking at the heat between your legs like he doesn’t know where to start.
Teasing him in a normal setting about not knowing how to touch a woman is one thing, but making a remark now as anxious anticipation is all over his face just feels wrong.
You do like him, after all—quite a bit, you’re coming to find.
Reaching out your hand, you wait for him to grasp it before you pull him down to hover over your awaiting form. “C’mere, baby.” The pet-name slips without thought, but you can’t make yourself regret it because the way his face lights up is a look you won’t forget any time soon.
He laughs a little as your eyes finally meet, like he can’t believe he’s actually about to fuck you and you’re going to let him. “Tell me how to touch you?” He asks, not a demand but more of a request.
Taking his right hand, you lead him down the length of your body, over your breasts and down your stomach until your hands are resting just below your navel. “You know how to find the clit?” You tease, partly joking and partly serious.
Seth scoffs like the very thought offends him, and the mild dig does its job of making him forget his earlier nervousness.
“Of course I know where the fucking clit is,” He replies, pointer and middle finger already sliding down and gathering the slickness lathered in your lower lips. “Scott is such a dumbass.”
Well, it seems the familiar, cocky Seth is back now.
“...didn’t even realize what a bombshell he had right in front of him.” You miss the first part of his sentence because he did, in fact, find your clit, and unlike your ex, knows exactly how to touch it.
Your mouth opens into an ‘o’, and Seth hums a pleased noise as his fingers work your sensitive clit into a swollen, throbbing mess. Your hips move in time with the flicks of his fingers and you don’t even realize you’re panting until Seth leans forward and licks a stripe all the way from your navel down to your soaked opening.
When you start bucking into his mouth, he grabs your hips and holds them down to the bed, forcing you to take it. You whine, hands finding purchase in his hair as his tongue laps at you like you’re his favorite meal. He dips into your entrance in time with the quick circles he’s drawing over your clit, and oh, suddenly you’re much closer than you thought.
“Tastes so good.” You hear him grunt. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“Seth,” Gasping, you can’t decide if you want to keep him close or shove him away. “Shit. Seth, fuck, I’m close.”
“Yeah? Already?” Your confession only seems to reinvigorate his efforts, and the next thing you know two long fingers are sliding their way into your cunt. “Gonna come for me?”
Quicker than you expect he finds the sensitive wall of flesh inside you, and his fingers curl up against it which sends you keening. Loudly. You slap a hand over your mouth, but Seth quickly tears it away.
“Nobody here but me and you.” He grins, and just to rub it in, presses a hot kiss to your clit. “I wanna hear you scream.”
“What a gentleman.” You manage to squeeze out, and in revenge for your snark he immediately sucks your clit between his lips and rapidly curls his fingers inside you.
Seth watches with hooded eyes as your own squeeze shut, teeth biting into your kiss-swollen lips while your hands tug at his hair. Your thighs are shaking on each side of his head, and suddenly he wants you to come for him like his life depends on it.
“You gonna come?” He asks. Your walls clamp around his fingers and he knows you’re close. “Yeah? Can you come for me? I know you want to.”
Your entire body shakes all while he keeps you tethered to the bed. Your mind, though, is floating, and you can practically see white as his lips don’t stop sucking, his fingers don’t stop curling, and it’s too much but also not enough and you want to shove him away yet demand he never stops touching you.
And your high is right there, you can practically taste it, but your body is wound so tight and you can’t remember the last time you’ve let go that you remain stuck right on the edge.
There are tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you tug at his hair. Seth meets your eyes, looks a little concerned after reading the desperation on your face, and then understands when a broken moan tumbles past your lips.
Seth, a little shit as always, brings you back to the edge with his words alone. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He slips in a third finger. “Bet you haven’t had anyone make you feel like this. Just me. Hopefully always me.”
“Seth,” You croak. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.” He urges. “Let go for me. You’re right there, I know it. You’re so tight, fuck, there you go.”
His mocking words echo in your mind with the low drawl of his voice, dark eyes staring at you like you’re a feast, and his damn fingers curling just right against your spongy wall.
His free hand suddenly moves, presses down over your lower abdomen, and oh. “Such a good girl.” Seth croons as you fall apart.
It’s the last thing you hear as your vision goes white, and the heat in your body explodes with wave after wave of ecstasy pumping from the tips of your toes all the way to the hair on your head. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you’re pretty sure you’re making some sort of strangled noise as you ride your high that seems to go on forever.
By the time you come back, your legs are still shaking and Seth is still gently stroking your inner walls with careful circles around your clit. He's my gazing up at you with pure, unbridled adoration and the emotion in his eyes makes your heart thump.
You don’t even realize your fingers are still tangled in his hair until you have to let go because they’re cramping, and then Seth finally removes his fingers and slowly crawls back up your body.
You’re still catching your breath when he presses a long, soft kiss to your lips. “How was that?” He questions almost shyly. His need for reassurance might have had a past you rolling your eyes, but right now all you want to do is hold him and thank him for making you feel so good.
Especially after Scott. Asshole.
You shudder, clit still throbbing as you wrap your arms around his heavy shoulders and bring his weight down on top of you. His very hard cock brushes against your hip with the movement, and you’re reminded that he hasn’t had any semblance of relief yet.
“Thank you.” You whisper. It’s definitely weird to thank someone after they eat you out, right? Probably, but you don’t really care.
His lips brush against your cheek in response, heart swelling at the gentle vulnerability you’re showing him. He’s planning on running to the bathroom to get you a towel, but freezes when he feels your hands peeling off the suit he totally forgot he was wearing.
“Babe?” He mumbles, a little confusingly, but all you do is kiss him and that shuts him up. He doesn’t break contact even as he shrugs off the rest of his suit, peeling off his undershirt until he’s more than halfway bare. Your hands carve lines over the hard planes of muscle on his chest, scratching lightly with your nails over his nipples which has him flinching into your mouth. Snickering, you make your way down the rest of his chest, past his waist, under his boxers, and then you’re wrapping your hand around his hot, pulsating dick.
Seth groans, almost collapsing on top of you as you squeeze lightly. It’s a dream come true, him touching you and now you touching him. He wants to close his eyes at the feeling of your gentle strokes, but he insists on keeping them open to watch the enraptured look on your face.
Then your other hand moves, unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them over his hips and that’s when he jerks back to the present. “Sweetheart,” He gasps. “You… You don’t have to.”
You smile at his breathlessness. “You don’t want to fuck me?” You pout, though it quickly turns back into a grin when his eyes widen in panic. Another day you’d blow him, when you aren’t so desperate to get him inside you.
Seth briefly removed himself from on top of you to lean over his bed, rifling through his nightstand drawer. You assume he’s looking for a condom and that his efforts fail when he eventually closes the drawer with a curse.
He looks back to you, all messy hair, swollen lips, and glistening eyes. “I don’t have a condom.” He informs regretfully.
“I’m on the pill, if you’re…” You trail off, unsure. “If you’re okay with that. And I’m clean.”
“Hell yes I’m okay with that.” He breathes. His cock hardens even more at the thought of feeling you raw, if even possible. “I’m clean too.” And then he’s kissing you again, long and slow and deep, and you’re happy to let him take the lead as your brain is still trying to play catch-up from your orgasm.
Seth eventually breaks away only to reattach to your neck, nipping at the skin likely already covered in his marks, hands now making their way back down your body. He playfully flicks your nipple as he does so, grins when you flinch upwards.
“Have I told you how much I love your body?” He says in-between kisses, almost like an afterthought. He’s in the middle of spreading your thighs open, fingers slipping through your leftover wetness and brushing your clit when you respond.
You help in his endeavors, raising your legs to curl over his hips as he situates himself on top of you. “You’ve mentioned it a few times, I think.” You reply, breath hitching when his cock presses against you.
“It’s perfect.” He continues, like he didn’t even hear you. “You’re perfect.” He wraps his hand around his dick, guides the head to your entrance and pushes in. All words escape you, and your head falls back with a moan.
He sinks into you with a pleasurable sound of his own, eyes squeezing shut as your warmth envelops him. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he thrusts slowly into you, bottoming out. “So tight.” He hisses.
“Oh, fuck,” You whimper, digging your nails into his back. Seth stills, thinking he's hurting you. “Shit, am I—”
“Don’t you dare stop.” You quickly interrupt, crying out when his tip rubs against your sensitive inner walls just right. Seth relaxes at your words, a cocky grin spreading over his face. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckles, picking up the speed of his thrusts.
Like before when his tongue was in you, it doesn’t take you long before noises are escaping your throat uncontrollably or for your legs to tremble from where they’re wrapped around his waist. The sensations are more because you’re already so sensitive, so strung-up, and so eager for another release that you give up any pretenses of trying to play cool.
Your head lolls back onto the bed, all strength leaving your body as Seth happily does all the work on top. Quick, short pants are coming from his mouth, and his chest is heavy where it presses down against yours. With every thrust his pelvis is rocking into your clit, sending sparks up your body as you clench rhythmically around his cock. It’s burning you from the inside-out in the best way possible, and very quickly you’re already approaching the edge.
You try to express your impending release, but all that’s able to come from your mouth is one long moan. Seth, somehow, knows exactly what that noise means, and is suddenly pulling out. “What the fuck?” You practically shout with indignation, glaring at the man on top of you with squinted eyes.
Ever the comedian, he only laughs at your irritation. “Hold on, bear with me.” His hands grab your waist, then rolls you over onto your stomach. He raises your hips, pushing down on your lower back into an arch, and all previous complaints leave you as he’s unable to help himself and runs his hands over your ass.
You’ll think later on why him being unfazed with your attitude makes your heart warm.
“Spread your legs for me.” He murmurs, tapping at the junction between your thighs. You do as he says, and shiver when his fingers go to part your cunt once you’re open. You can’t see his face, but imagine the look on it to be one of enrapturement. You turn your head finally, pressing your hips down onto his hand where it remains touching you.
Your earlier guess was right; his pupils are blown wide, jaw hung open just a little bit at having this view of you from behind. Meeting his eyes, you stare imploringly.
While the sudden need for him scares you, you don’t shy away. Rather, you meet his desires head-on in the form of pushing your hips back against him when he finally pushes in, smothering a whimper as his body looms over yours.
Neither of you talk in favor of letting your pleasure speak for you. The new position feels more intimate, oddly enough; his chest presses onto you from every angle, and you can feel his breath every time he pants into your ear. At the same time his arms are wrapped around your waist, hands kneading at the flesh of your hips while he thrusts into you from behind.
All too soon you’re reaching your peak just like before, and the buildup feels so sweet because he’s hitting you deeper, unrelenting in his thrusts despite how your arms collapse from underneath you. Seth doesn’t flinch, merely picks you back up and presses a hand to your abdomen to keep you there.
With your arms free, you realize that your clit is feeling neglected, and as you sneak your right hand in-between your legs he’s suddenly beating you to it, slapping your own hand away and replacing it with his own.
When it’s all said and done, you don’t think you’ll ever forget the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive nub so deliciously. Between his dick rutting into your sweet spot mercilessly and the rough pads of fingers stimulating your clit, your eyes are slamming shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream as for the second time that night, Seth is sending you into release.
He carries you through it with noncommittal praise while you’re lost in white noise and starry vision. The sight of you crumbling beneath him sends sparks throughout his body, and it doesn’t take long between the rhythmic clenching of your cunt and the pleasured sounds falling from your lips for him to flood your insides with his cum.
“Oh, fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck.” Seth loses any semblance of restraint of trying to be gentle, as his last thrusts rattle your frame and have you whimpering by the time he’s done releasing, your overstimulated clit throbbing in time with the slow rocks of your calming bodies. “So good. You did so good, yeah?” Seth is rumbling into your ear, voice hoarse and tired as he carefully slides out of you. Eyes still closed, you flinch at your sensitivity. “Sorry, babe.” He whispers, having to regroup for a moment as his softening cock meets cool air after being buried inside you.
You attempt to speak, but the only sound that leaves your mouth is a groan as your aching limbs stretch. You don’t bother opening your eyes yet, either, perfectly content to lay in your post-orgasmic pleasure and not think about the future.
Seth doesn’t let you wallow for long, however, as he’s suddenly leaning over you again. “Can you turn over? I have a towel, it’s warm.” He asks, back to shy and unsure. Now that you’re not caught up in the throes of sex, he’s not quite sure how you’re going to act. “You also need to go pee.”
Your default moods of snarky and mildly irritated is what he gets. “No.” You grumble, though it’s not mean as you bury your head in his pillow, still flat on your stomach. Having no energy to move, you don’t expect Seth to do anything about it, either.
He raises a brow at your sass, not quite sure if he should be relieved or concerned. Huffing, he makes a grab for your hips. “Guess I’m carrying you to the bathroom, then.”
“Seth!” You shriek as he attempts to manhandle you, a burst of energy fueling your efforts in trying to get away. “You little shit, no, fine, fine!” And Seth wins just like that, as you concede the battle and roll from your stomach onto your back. You glare as he leans over your torso, bringing the towel down to clean up the mess in-between your thighs.
His confidence comes back, little by little, as the banter returns naturally and your dynamic doesn’t change despite indulging in your bodies’ most primal desires. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” He grins when he finishes, sliding off the bed to bring it back to the bathroom. You follow, doing your business so quickly you leave before he’s done with his own.
When he comes back you’re in the same position he left you in, like you never left. “So I’m staying the night, then?” You prompt as he goes to sit next to you, a little teasing, a little serious. Where do you stand with him now?
He shrugs, masking his nervousness. “If you want to.” He sinks his teeth into his lip, eyeing you from where he sits. He can’t tell what you’re thinking, and it slightly unnerves him.
Your mysteriousness is also what captivated him about you in the first place too, though. With that, he realizes he wouldn’t have gotten this far if you hadn’t liked him at least a little bit. Taking a deep breath, he takes the bold route, grabs your hand, and does what he does best:
Be bold.
“I want you to stay though, like, really badly.” He admits, meeting your curious eyes. You suck in a breath at his words, and Seth continues. “You know I like you. A lot. And I think you like me too.”
As if knowing he’s waiting for your reassurance, you reply quietly. “A little presumptuous of you, yeah?”
Seth grins, and you can’t help but wonder how you were able to resist it for so long.
“So… You’ll stay?” He tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy. You go to respond, maybe with another sarcastic reply, and he seems to know this even before you do. “Please?”
And, well, you can’t deny him when he’s looking at you like that; soft, brown eyes full of adoration gazing at you like you’ve hung the stars and the moon. “Okay.” You relent, grinning happily as he mouths something like ‘fuck yeah’ and rolls over next to you.
“Do you want to shower?” He suddenly asks, after you’ve already curled underneath his sheets with your body pressed against his. He makes a nice furnace, and you’re mad at yourself for not indulging in him sooner. “Because I have a big one. It has these jets that spray from different angles, and you can go alone or I can join or—”
“Seth.” You interrupt, poking his chest to get his attention. He gulps at the amused expression on your face. “Stop talking.”
“Okay.”
It’s silent for several minutes, and you’re almost asleep until he speaks up again.
“Can I be your boyfriend now?”
“Oh my god.” You hiss. “If I say yes will you let me go to sleep?”
You can’t see his face but you know for a fact there’s a stupid grin on it. “You know, I think you’re gonna fall in love with me one day.”
“Keep dreaming, babe.” You say.
But you both know he won’t be dreaming for long.
A/N: I like this one a lot tbh. But my lord I didn't realize how repetitive writing smut is so I need to have at least a little plot established before I can just jump into it 😭 regardless, I hope this is everything y’all wanted in terms of me writing for him and more! Please be sure to reblog and comment, thank youuuuu
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happy tears overflowing, lightning bolts so overwhelming
warnings: slight smut at the end, just fem receiving oral, 18+ read at your own risk
pairing(s): seth jarvis x fem! reader
inspired by anime eyes by kacey musgraves <3
1192 words
a/n: this is my first time writing x reader smut and my first time writing x reader stuff in a whiiiiile so i apologize if this is rough. regardless, i hope you enjoy!
“seth.” you said, putting down the knife you were chopping vegetables with, “i can feel your eyes staring a hole in the back of my head.”
“if you want me to stop you should try being less beautiful.” he replied.
before you could open your mouth to reply, he’d made his way across the kitchen and pulled you away from the counter.
“seth!” you shrieked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into the air.
you two had been spending the last week in minnesota, spending time with burnzie’s family and enjoying the last bits of summer before you had to get back to carolina. it was through burnzie, actually, that you’d met seth. he was a frequent customer at the animal shelter you worked at, eventually becoming a volunteer, and one of your friends.
you’d organized an adoption event, trying to find some of the pets forever homes and make room for new rescues, and burnzie offered to bring his “friends” as volunteers. he’d forgotten to mention those friends were a bunch of professional hockey players.
seth had immediately caught your eye. his gap-toothed smile and infectious laughter, but also the edges of his shoulder tattoo peeking out from the edge of his t-shirt sleeves. everything about him was drawing you in, by the time he’d brought you adoption papers to sign off on you knew he’d had you.
“you’re adopting lulu?” you questioned, petting the gorgeous pitbull puppy in his arms.
“if it’s okay.” he responded, focusing his eyes away from the dog and looking into yours for approval.
“of course it’s okay” you said, “i’m so glad she’s finding her forever home. she’s been in the shelter for forever.”
“do you think i could get your number?” he quickly replied, before adding a “so i can text you if i have any questions about, yknow, lulu.”
“jarvis.” you chirped. “if you wanted my number you could have just asked, you didn’t need to adopt a puppy.”
“i know… but lulu was looking at me with her sad puppy dog eyes i couldn’t just leave her here.”
oh god, you thought. i’m fucked.
——
seth asked you out not even a week later.
he’d managed to get his hands on your work schedule and sent a flower every hour, all eight hours you were all at work. at first it was a daisy, with a note attached with only the word “go” you on it. next came a lily, with a note saying “out”. eventually leaving you with eight different flowers spelling out “go out with me please, love seth.” and a mystery address attached to the final one.
everything about the date was perfect, he’d found a secluded park where you wouldn’t be bothered by anybody and set up a picnic. every snack you’d offhandedly mentioned while you two had been texting, all of your favorite foods, everything you could think of was laid out on the blanket.
“oh seth…” you marveled. “you didn’t have to do this all for me.”
“of course i did.” he said, matter of factly. “my mom raised me to never half-ass anything, especially when it comes to a beautiful woman.”
“how’d you even think of this.”
“well burnzie mentioned that you’d been stressed out at work, and aho told me his girlfriend thinks this park is really romantic. so, yeah.”
“i love it.” you said, placing your hand on top of his, where it sat resting on his thigh. “thank you.”
——
from there the rest was history, the last year you’d spent with seth had been some of the best of your life. every minute of your day was filled with love, from lulu’s morning kisses to the daily texts you would get from jarvy as soon as practice was over. everything about it was perfect.
“seth.” you said as he gently placed you on the counter. “i love you.”
“i know.” he mused, tilting your chin up and placing a kiss on your lips.
“we shouldn’t be doing this here.” you whispered as his lips trailed over your jaw and onto your neck. “anyone could walk in at any second.”
“they wont be back for another couple of hours, i promise.” he replied as he placed his hands under your thighs and picked you up. you looped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you into the guestroom.
the kisses were unrelenting at this point. your neck, your collarbones, the spot above your belly button. slowly making his way down to the edge of your shorts.
“can i?” he asked, waiting for a yes to leave your lips before hooking his finger under the waistband and pulling the fabric down. the energy in the room had quickly turned from comforting to intense, seth’s eyes focusing exclusively on you.
“you are so beautiful.” he breathes out between kisses, letting the stubble on his cheeks scratch against your inner thighs.
“you don’t have to keep saying that.” you reply as he brings his tongue to your pussy.
seth aproached sex the same way he did hockey. making every second count, every move having an end goal. on the ice this meant helping his team and scoring goals, and in the bedroom it meant making sure you always felt good.
you moaned his name as he inched his middle finger farther into you, bringing your hands to his hair and wrapping your fingers in the slight curls that formed at the nape of his neck.
“you should, ah-, shave the sides again.” you whined, twitching with every slight movement he made.
“bring back the mullet?” he chuckled, pushing his ring finger in as he spoke. “what about racing stripes should i do those too?”
a yes slipped out of your lips, followed quickly by seth pumping his fingers in and out of you at a desperate pace. his mouth made it’s way to your core as you felt yourself begin to unravel, rapidly reaching your peak.
“seth.” you moaned, throwing your head back. “i’m so close.”
“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me.”
you were seeing stars, forgetting that you were in someone else’s house, panting and moaning and whining as loud as you could. the pressure in-between your legs growing until you couldn’t take it anymore, coming with seths name on your lips and his head in between your legs.
he was grinning at you from the edge of the bed, already back to his giggly self.
“i love you so much.” he said, making his way up the bed and tucking your hair between your ear.
you shushed him as you brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. if it were any other day you’d happily go for another round, but the sun was getting to you so you just rolled seth onto his side and burrowed yourself in his chest. the smell of sweat and deodorant pulling you into him. as you felt your eyes begin to grow heavier you felt him drape a blanket over the two of you.
“i love you too.”
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Breaking the ice
andrei svechnikov x female!reader
summary - 1.2k words. Y/N and Andrei are about to make their first public appearance of their faux relationship
part 2 of The Pretend Play
author's note - omd I've already outlined this series to a 10 part series... getting a bit too caught up in this Russian man
warnings - none i think
It was the night of Andrei’s crucial playoff game. The chilly evening air did nothing to cool the simmering tension between Andrei and Y/N as they made their way to the bustling arena. It was their first public outing together since the arranging of their faux relationship. Y/N, despite her visible discomfort, wore Andrei's jersey, the number 37 standing out boldly against the fabric, a symbol of her reluctant role in this charade.
In the car, the atmosphere had been thick with their mutual resentment, their conversation peppered with barbed comments and thinly veiled annoyance. "So, how many hours of my life am I sacrificing to the gods of ice tonight?" Y/N had asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm, her eyes rolling so hard Andrei thought they might get stuck that way.
"Hockey games have three periods, each 20 minutes long, but with breaks and potential overtime, who knows? Could be your whole night," Andrei replied dryly, his focus on the road but his mind racing with the implications of their public debut.
"And it's going to be cold, right? I mean, it's an ice rink. Couldn't you play a sport in a more comfortable climate?" Y/N continued, her complaints a verbal manifestation of her reluctance to be part of this spectacle.
"It's not the Arctic, Y/N. You'll survive. Besides, you're wearing my jersey. Consider it a... personal heater," Andrei shot back, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could have been the start of a smile under different circumstances. "You might actually enjoy it if you stopped complaining for a minute."
Y/N huffed, crossing her arms over the jersey that draped loosely over her frame. "Oh, please, like I'm really going to understand anything that's happening. I just don't get why I have to be there if I don't even follow the sport."
"Because you're supposed to be 'the supportive girlfriend,'" Andrei said, emphasizing the last two words with air quotes, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the road.
The bickering had ebbed as they neared the arena, replaced by a tense silence that spoke volumes of their current state of affairs. They were two individuals tied together by circumstance and necessity, each bearing the weight of their roles with a mix of disdain and resignation.
As they stepped out of the car and into the view of waiting cameras and eager fans, Andrei could feel Y/N stiffen beside him. He offered his arm, a gesture meant for the watching eyes, and after a brief hesitation, she took it, her grip on his arm surprisingly firm.
The flash of cameras and the murmur of the crowd greeted them as they made their way inside, their smiles practiced and their steps measured. "Remember, just smile and wave. Stick to the script, and we'll get through this," Andrei murmured to Y/N, his voice barely audible over the noise.
"Script? I wasn't aware there was a script for pretending to enjoy watching people chase a puck on ice," Y/N whispered back, her voice laced with a mix of humor and bitterness.
As they approached the grand entrance, Andrei leaned in, his voice low but firm. “Hold my hand,” he instructed, a blend of request and command. Y/N’s initial reaction was one of surprise, her brows knitting together in confusion. Yet, his rationale, whispered in a hurried breath – “You wanted me to step up, right? ‘If we’re going to sell this lie?” – prompted a reluctant compliance. With a soft sigh, she placed her hand in his, their fingers intertwining.
The red carpet that adorned the arena’s entrance was a sea of flashing lights and eager faces, the fans’ excitement mirrored by the curiosity swirling around Andrei and Y/N’s relationship. Despite the turmoil of emotions beneath the surface, they navigated with grace, their smiles carefully curated masks worn for the world to see.
As they pause for photographs, the press urges them for a display of affection, keen to capture a moment that would headline the next day's gossip columns. Feeling the weight of expectation on her shoulders, Y/N turns to Andrei, whispering a challenge masked as a flirtation. "Let's see if you're as good at hockey as you're at kissing," she says.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Y/N bridged the gap between them, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was a bold move, surprising Andrei. The cameras flash frantically, capturing the moment from every angle. The kiss, though and part of their act, sends a ripple of excitement through the crowd, and for a moment, blurs the lines between their public facade and private discomfort.
Andrei, caught off guard by Y/N's audacity, can't help but respond to the kiss with a genuine spark of admiration for her boldness. As they part, he looks down at her, a new sense of respect mingling with the complex web of emotions he harbors towards her. The crowd cheers, delighted by the display, and for a fleeting second, Andrei forgets the world watching them.
Following this electrifying prelude, Y/N was ushered to her seat by Andrei's PR manager, ensuring her smooth transition through the still-buzzing crowd. The arena was alive with anticipation, the energy of the fans a pulsating backdrop to the unfolding drama on the ice.
The match was a nail-biter, the Hurricanes and the Flyers locked in a dance of skill, strategy, and sheer will. Andrei's focus was laser-sharp, undeniably influenced by the presence of Y/N in the stand. Her support, whether real or part of their elaborate ruse, fueled his determination.
When Andrei scored, the arena erupted into cheers and applause, a wave of collective joy sweeping through the crowd. Y/N was on her feet, cheering along with the masses, her earlier doubts and pretense of their situation momentarily forgotten in the genuine thrill of the moment. Their eyes met across teh distance, a silent exchange that carried the weight of words and emotions.
The jumbotron, ever watchful, captured Y/n’s animated reaction, her image filling the screen for all to see. Andrei, glancing up at the replay, was struck by the sight of her genuine smile – a smile he realised he had never truly seen until this moment. The sight of her, so vibrant and unrestrained in her joy, sent an unexpected flutter through his heart, a momentary skip in its rhythm that he couldnt quite comprehend.
As the finals buzzer sounds, signalling a hard-fought victory for the Hurricanes. The atmosphere became electric. Andrei was soon engulfed by his teammates, their shared euphoria palpable in their jubilant celebration. Yet, amidst the chaos of victory, andrei’s thoughts lingered on Y/N. as the team commenced their victory lap, he sought her out in the crowd, their eyes meeting once more. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the arena, her smile is genuine, her applause enthusiastic.
After the game, Andrei finds Y/N waiting for him outside the locker room. The game had transformed the awkwardness of their initial interactions into something more fluid. “You’re pretty good at this thing,” Y/N quipped, her tone light, teasing, yet underscored with a hint of admiration.
Andrei, still riding the wave of adrenaline and unexpected sentimentality, responded with genuine humility. “Thanks for being here,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that reflected his gratitude.
“Well, it’s not like I had a choice,” her playful retort was met with laughter from them both, a spontaneous moment of unity that felt strangely right.
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every breath, every hour has come to this - S. Jarvis
Summary: Seth Jarvis was your best friend, your rock, your protector…but could he ever be anything more?
This is my entry for @callsign-denmark’s Luck of the Puck fic exchange! I’ve written a Seth Jarvis story for @mp0625, and I really hope you like this – it’s my first time writing for him and I had a lot of fun with it! Thanks for providing some really great prompts for me to work with.
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: some bad language, hurt/comfort, alcohol, terrible date, I fudged the Canes’ game schedule.
Title from: A thousand years, Christina Perri
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For as long as you could remember, Seth had always been in your life. Two peas in a pod, two goofy little kids, always attached at the hip. Even as hockey became more and more of a fixture in his life, you were right there in the stands, cheering him on at the top of your lungs as his biggest fan. You were his staunchest supporter, always giving him reassurance when his self-confidence cracked or faltered. He was your loyal protector, pushing away anyone that was ever mean to you, including shitty boyfriends. Everyone knew in your small suburb in Winnipeg that where one of you went, the other was sure to follow.
So it was exactly no surprise to your parents (and his) when you followed him down to Raleigh the moment his entry level contract was signed.
You didn’t know what you would do without his energetic personality lighting up your day, the ultimate hype-man even before dates that both of you knew weren’t going to end well, or his sweet smiles in a terrible morning after a fantastic night out with his team. You didn’t know what you would do without his built arms wrapped around you on the sofa while you watched awful reality tv or cheesy movies, broad shoulders perfectly places to rest your head on, and especially waking up after a shared nap together, cementing his self-proclaimed King of Naps title.
Or seeing him wake up from a nap by himself, and his whole face lighting up when he saw you there too.
For as long as you could remember, you’d been in love with Seth, and there was nothing you could do about it. You’d seen the girls Seth went on dates with, and they were nothing like you. Even when the two of you were going on your first dates when you were barely teenagers, his ‘type’ seemed to be the complete opposite of you – so you’d always endeavoured to make sure the guys you dated were the opposite of him. It was the only way to preserve your heart, to keep your incredible friendship with Seth as wholesome and solid as you needed it to be, and not once had you ever messed that up.
Seth Jarvis was the best person in your life and you never wanted that to change. Not for anything. That didn’t mean that you didn’t know how hard your life was going to be when he eventually found his soulmate – but that was a problem for future you, and you refused to do anything but live in the moment.
Speaking of living in the moment…
“Hey Seth, do these shoes go with this dress?”
Living with your best friend really did have its perks – you could always guarantee an honest opinion on your outfit from him.
“Hmm, you can’t go wrong with a little black dress and nice black heels, but where is he taking you?”
“Does that matter?”
“Well yeah, you like those shoes and I know you don’t want them to get ruined by a sticky floor,” Seth pointed out.
He really did know you so well.
“He said he’s taking me out to dinner, but he didn’t tell me where or what the venue was like,” you admitted.
You ignored Seth rolling his eyes.
“The dress is gorgeous but I would change your shoes if you aren’t sure. Maybe those black ankle boots? Not too casual but not too fancy,” Seth suggested.
Incredible.
“You are amazing,” you grinned, jogging back to your room to kick your shoes off.
“And don’t you forget it!”
You just laughed at his shout across the apartment, pulling on the ankle boots he suggested. Just as you thought, he was right. With a swipe of lipgloss, you were ready, so you grabbed your leather jacket and headed back out of your room.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
“Yeah Seth?” you asked, spinning on your heel.
“Have fun tonight. You look amazing – don’t let him forget that,” Seth said seriously, making you laugh, “And if you need anything, anything at all, call me.”
“You’re going to be my knight in shining armour?” you teased.
“With a guy you don’t know taking you out for a first date on St Patrick’s Day? Absolutely,” Seth mused.
Well you couldn’t fault him there.
“Wish me luck!”
“Luck.”
~
If only you’d know just how right Seth would be.
“Seth?” you whimpered, hiccupping into your phone.
“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?”
“I know it’s only been three hours, but can you pick me up?” you pleaded.
“Of course, I’ll leave right now. Three hours or three minutes, it doesn’t matter. Send me your location pin, but stay on the line?”
You just sniffed, nodding even though you knew he couldn’t see you, doing as he asked.
“Okay, I have it. That’s a real shitty bar, sweetheart.”
You choked out a sob. He had no idea. “Real shitty date too.”
“What did he do?”
You could hear him running out of your shared apartment, down the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator, and your heart ached with how willingly he dropped his peaceful evening just to help you.
“He lied about taking me out to dinner. Instead he took me to a bar where a bunch of his friends were, and when I asked him why he lied he told me he wanted to celebrate St Patrick’s Day with his buddies and thought I could come along. Which, fine, okay, he thought I would get on with his friends, so I went along with it. Most of his friends were fine, welcoming even, but they were getting drunker and rowdier and I don’t mind that if I’m with people I know and trust like you or your friends, but with strangers? No way. And then he…”
You trailed off, groaning at the memory, Seth just cursing under his breath. You could hear him driving, not even caring for once that he was probably breaking the speed limit. You just wanted him here.
“What did he do?”
“He started getting handsy. Slapping my ass, pulling me into his body with an arm around my waist, all of that shit, making his friends laugh even though it was obvious I was uncomfortable. But then he grabbed at my boobs and-”
“He fucking what?”
Over all the years of Seth protecting you from nasty dates and boyfriends, you’d never heard him so angry. Never.
“He groped me, in front of everyone. But I shoved him away immediately, I swear!” you insisted.
“Hey, I believe you sweetheart. I know that stuff makes you uncomfortable. I swear I’m going to kill him, I’ll-”
“No, no, I don’t want you to get in trouble, okay? I left the bar already,” you said firmly.
“You left the bar? But your location says…”
“I’m outside the bar, still in eyesight of the bouncer just in case, but I’m outside. I walked out the bar because I couldn’t stand to be near him after him threw the remainder of his beer at me for rejecting him.”
“He fucking what?!”
Okay, that was the angriest you’d ever heard him.
“Told you he was a shitty date,” you mumbled, sniffing again as your eyes stung with tears once more.
“This is not your fault. He was an absolute asshole and none of this is on you.”
“Just my luck, right?” you said, huffing out a bitter laugh.
Seth just cursed under his breath again, continuing to mutter about how men were shit and you deserved better and all the things that usually would put such a smile on your face…but right now it just made you want to be home, safe with him, curled up in his arms. Nothing felt better than being with Seth and it was only because of the few drinks that you had that you allowed yourself to think like this. Thankfully, it couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes before you saw a familiar car screeching into the parking lot, and you finally felt like you could breathe.
He pulled to a stop only metres away from you, and you wasted no time in walking over to him, even as he got out of the car and slammed his door shut, jogging over to meet you halfway.
“Shit, sweetheart, look at you,” Seth scowled.
You groaned softly as he took in your blurred mascara and beer-soaked top, and grabbed his hand to break his attention.
“Can we just go? I want to get as far away from here as possible.”
You rested a hand on his chest, gently guiding him backwards towards his car, out of earshot of the bouncer and anyone else who deigned to leave, Seth’s fuming expression never leaving the dive bar you were walking away from.
“Is he still inside? Is that asshole still in there?” Seth demanded.
“Hey, no, come on, leave it. He’s not worth it,” you pleaded.
“He doesn’t get to treat you like that and get away with it. No-one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? No-one.”
Your breath hitched in your throat and your body thrummed with heat at his furious words, his eyes wild in a way you’d only ever seen on the ice. His fists were clenched, his nostrils were flared, and his shoulders were squared, all the while his cheeks flushing with anger as well. It was only the brief flash of desperation across his face that let you know he wasn’t mad at you – no, this was Seth’s protective side coming out in full force, dialled up to 1000.
“Seth, I…”
You trailed off, running a hand through your hair as you struggled to find words to defend yourself, relying in his car to lean against and keep you upright. He might not have been mad at you, but it still didn’t feel good to know that your situation was making him react like this.
“It’s not like I go out of my way to date assholes,” you eventually managed, “they just seem to find me.”
“Shit, sweetheart, I’m not accusing you of anything. I just…”
He cut himself off, seeming to need a moment to think, and you waited silently for him to give you something. Anything. Eventually he cleared his throat, the wildness in his eyes replaced by an anguish that made your heart ache.
“I can’t take it anymore. I just wish you’d see what you could have, right in front of you.”
What?
What was he talking about?
Right in front of you?
The more seconds the silence stretched on, the more your confused thoughts swirled and the more frustrated Seth looked, until he groaned in frustration.
“I’m talking about me,” he said through gritted teeth, looking like he wanted to be literally anywhere else.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh shit.
“You?” you repeated, your voice cracking.
“Yeah and now I wish I’d never said a damn thing so can we please pretend that you’re really drunk instead of tipsy, and never talk about it again?” Seth muttered, avoiding your eyes.
As all of his words started to sink in, you found yourself shaking your head as decades-buried hope dared to surface.
“You’ve never said anything at all! You like me?” you said, needing him to say it again.
Seth huffed out a laugh, still not looking particularly comfortable.
“How could I say anything? I’m nothing like any of the guys you’ve ever dated,” he muttered.
“Because I purposely date guys that are nothing like you!” you shot back.
“What?”
You groaned as embarrassed heat filled your cheeks, turning your head away to give you a chance to save a scrap of dignity, but then Seth’s hand was cupping your face, gently turning you back to look at him properly. Never had he touched you like this, so delicately and with such purpose. His eyes were a storm, barely giving you anything to go on outside of the intensity, and it was all you could do to let out a shaky breath as he dropped his hand but stepped a little closer.
“I’m going to need you to give me a bit more than that, sweetheart,” Seth said, barely more than a murmur, edge of his voice a little rough, “What do you mean?”
“I purposely date guys that are nothing like you…because you’ve had my heart for longer than I care to remember. I never thought you could ever be interested in me because of the girls you date, and the thought of dating someone even a little bit similar to you was heartbreaking, so I just…went for the complete opposite. Clearly it’s been working out really well,” you said, choking off a bitter laugh as you finished.
Seth’s lips parted in surprise, and for once he was stunned into silence. It was only the fact that he hadn’t moved to step away that saved you from wanting to curl into a ball on the cold ground. Still, that didn’t stop the anguish from building inside of you like a volcano ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.
Eventually he let out a shaky breath, smiling weakly.
“We’ve wasted so much time,” he said softly, shaking his head.
What?
“We…have?” you asked, still in disbelief.
“We have.” Seth nodded, smiling at you in a way that encouraged you to finally smile back at him, giddy without being able to stop yourself, “You’re my goddamned soulmate, how could I ever want anyone but you? And knowing now that you’ve felt the same way all this time? It’s everything. I wish I could say I’ve been playing the long game but honestly I never thought you’d ever want me back. But we need to put a pin in this conversation until tomorrow.”
What? Why?
You didn’t know what was showing on your face but it made Seth laugh – a little deliriously, maybe, but a bright laugh that you were so used to all the same.
“You’ve been drinking, sweetheart. You’ve literally just ended a bad date covered in beer, as well as had quite an emotional night,” Seth explained.
“That still won’t change how I feel about you in the morning,” you pointed out.
His smile turned a little bashful, but definitely pleased, making the butterflies in your stomach riot.
“Then I look forward to hearing you say it again tomorrow. Just…let me take you home? Away from this gritty old bar parking lot?”
You nodded without hesitation, making him huff out a laugh again but take your hands.
“Take me home, Seth,” you murmured, squeezing his hands, barely able to believe the words coming out of your mouth.
With Seth’s wide grin, it looked like he could barely believe it either.
“We’re going to be amazing, you just wait.”
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andrei “all star” svechnikov , andrei svechnikov
note, finally my all-star fic is here! this year, it was between sid, svech, ilya and petey. i did write a petey blurb, so go check it out. if you want. anyways, i hope you enjoy.
another note, this fic is part of the "mr. and mrs. svechnikov" series. check out this masterlist for more. in this fic, theo is around 4 while ana is 3.
pair, andrei svechnikov x reader
summary, the svechnikovs go to their first all-star game together.
warnings, children/kids
word count, 2717 words
gif credit to bestie @ryanpulock
(gif not mine)
Andrei, the entire way home, was tying to figure out a clever way to tell you he had been invited to the All-Star games. It came to him as he turned down the street of your house.
He quickly pulled into the dirveway and hooked his phone up to the speakers. He made it to the doorway when he finally pressed play on the song.
"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid"
He heard you let out a scream when the song first started and laughed, pushing the door open to find you gaping at him from the living room, "What the hell?!"
"I'm an All-Star, baby!" He exclaimed.
"There are so many better ways you could have done that." You tried to slow your beating heart. Even your watch was asking if you were okay due to your elevated heartrate.
"Oh, come on, it was funny." He pointed out.
"We'll get back to that when I'm not about to have a heart attack."
-
After the initial shock, you were excited. You were going on a paid vacation, most expenses were paid for (most) and the climate was set for hot and even hotter so you were excited, to say the least.
Because the Canes were playing till the very last second, you didn't get into Florida until Thursday morning, but you were set to stay until the next Thursday.
The moment you stepped off the plane, there were cameras everywhere, all part of the Canes media or the NHL media. Andrei held Anastaisa's hand and helped her down the stairs, flashing them a professional smile. You stood behind Theo, watching him carefully climb down the stairs behind his sister.
After you got settled into your hotel room, you went with Andrei to media. You weren't normally allowed to be with him, but exceptions were made.
The three of you stood off to the side, watching him and looking around at everyone else who was doing media. Theo ran up and hugged Andrei's leg, looking up at all the reporters nervously. Andrei, not wanting to lose his train of thought, only placed a comforting hand on Theo's head, acknowledging him.
When all the questioning was over, the Canes media wanted to get some shots of him "Is it okay if we ask Theo and Anastasia a question?" One of the media people asked, "We're asking all the kids questions and putting together a little compilation."
Once they were given the okay, the cameras were on Theo and Anastasia. Andrei was crouching next to them as Theo held an iconic tiny microphone for both of them.
"So, Theo, tell us, who are you most excited to see this weekend?" Theo looked around at all the other tables to see who else was at the event.
"Crosby." He answered, "And Ovi, oh, and Marner!" Theo exclaimed happily.
"And what about you, Anastasia?"
Anastasia pondered the question for a second before answering, "Moose and Juice," She stated.
Andrei smiled in response before translating, "Mikko Rantanen and Juuse Saros."
Theo tugged on Andrei's pant leg, grabbing his attention and everyone else's as well, "Can we go swimming now, daddy?" Theo asked.
Everyone laughed, "Yeah, we can go swimming, buddy."
-
Theo had stated that he wanted to walk the carpet with Andrei where all the fans would be and all the paparazzi would be before the Skills competition.
You got him dressed in his best outfit, one which he chose specifically for this situation, "Will people ask for my autograph?" He asked excitedly.
"I don't know, buddy." You tied his shoe as he answered all his questions best you could, "But I do know you're gonna get your picture taken by all those people with cameras."
"Really?" His face lit up.
"Yeah, really." You nodded, a smile finding its way onto your face.
"Like daddy?"
"Just like daddy." You nodded, smoothing down his hair.
When both Andrei and Theo were ready, both you and Anastasia sent them off, with a promise of seeing each other in a couple hours. You got yourself and Anastasia ready before you headed over to the arena.
She was sporting one of the jerseys you had customized with "Little Svech" on the back with the number 37. You waited for Andrei and Theo in the hallway near the locker room.
As more and more players started filing out of the room, her eyes would go wide as they walked past, giving each of them a high-five, even if she didn't know who they were.
"Mommy, you see?" She jumped up and down as she gave Kirill Kaprizov a high-five.
"I did." You nodded, before spotting Andrei and Theo coming out of the locker room, "Look, there's papa and Theo." She whipped around and ran over to greet them.
Andrei was wearing a reverse retro Canes jersey and a hat while Theo wore his matching "Little Svech" jersey.
"Mommy, mommy!" Theo ran over to you the best he could in skates.
"What, what?" You asked.
"I met Breadman and Hughesy," Theo told you excitedly.
"Did you really? Wow."
"We missed Sid and Ovi." He frowned.
"That's okay, I'm sure you'll meet them soon." You reassured. You turned your attention back to Andrei who was smiling so big, and opened your mouth to say something but switched your attention to Theo and Anastasia who were excitedly talking to each other about all the people they met.
"Hey, I have an idea," You grabbed their attention, "Do you guys wanna be with papa out on the ice or do you want to sit with me in the stands?" You knew the answer before you asked the question.
They each latched onto one of Andrei's legs in response, to which both you and Andrei both laughed, "All right, I'll see you both later. Be good." They both nodded, "Listen to the adults in charge." They wrapped their arms around you, "Love you." You kissed their heads.
"Bye, mommy." They each kissed your cheek.
You stood up to meet Andrei. You wrapped your arms around him, "Skate really fast." You told him.
He laughed, "I'll try." He responded, "And don't worry about them, I've got them. Have fun, or as much as you can."
"I'll have two beers in your honor." You pulled your head away, with a smile on your face, so you could look him in the eyes.
"Sounds good." He leaned down and kissed you softly before you both pulled away.
You found your spot rather quickly and took a sip of your beer. From the ice, Anastasia spotted you and waved enthusiastically. You laughed, waving back to her.
"She's cute." The woman sitting next to you commented.
"Thank you." You beamed.
Down on the ice, Theo and Anastasia were having the time of their lives, hanging out with all the other kids and meeting all the other hockey players.
Theo and Anastasia were sitting on the bench, Ilya Sorokin sitting in between them, babysitter. At the same time, Andrei participated in his skill, snacking on ice cream bars as they watched the fastest skaters.
"Ooh." Anastasia winced when Cale Makar tripped and went flying into the boards. She looked up at Ilya, who laughed at her reaction. She giggled in response.
Kevin Fiala skated around the rink, and both Anastasia and Theo enjoyed it, but when they saw their dad step up to the starting line, they jumped up off the bench and started cheering.
"Papa!" They both jumped up and down, garnering the attention of people around them, who simply smiled at the two of them.
They didn't stop once as he skated around the rink. They only stopped when he skated over to where they were. They all looked up at the jumbotron and saw that he was now in first place.
"Wow." Theo gasped, and Andrei smiled proudly.
After Stephenson and Larkin went, Fiala and Andire were announced as the two finalists, "Go fast, papa." Anastasia told her father
"I will." Andrei laughed, kissing each of their heads once again. He skated out to the center of the ice with Fiala.
Andrei wanted to win it, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his 3 biggest supporters would be proud of him regardless of what happened.
Kevin Fiala went first and got 14.114. Andrei lined up behind the line and took a deep breath before he skated as fast as his legs could carry him.
He blocked out the sounds of people cheering and all the eyes on him and just skated. He skated until he made it back to the starting/finish line.
Once the timer stopped, he slowed down and looked up at the big jumbotron to see his time. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the 13.699 in big numbers.
He could practically hear Anastasia and Theo cheering from their seats and jumping up and down. He skated back over to the bench to do the interview but waved over across the bench to Theo and Anastasia whose smiles were almost as big as his.
"Andrei you realize, with Brady looking at you, you just outworked every single guy here with that lap. How do you feel right now?" Kevin, the reporter asked.
"I think I just got lucky, to be honest." He could hear his own voice come through the loudspeakers around the arena, "But I would never expect to win this, and I'm kind of excited."
"You know everybody around the league now is going to look at you as a Speedster. Are you ready for that title?" Kevin asked.
"Ah no, I'm not sure if they're gonna look at that" Andrei chuckled.
"Wow, great job congratulations, your first All-Star Game. You're the fastest skater." Kevin shook his hand.
"Thank you so much. Appreciate it." Andrei nodded.
-
After the tournament and the rest of the challenges, you waited in the tunnel near the locker room with a few of the other partners. You were talking with Johnny Gaudreau's wife while you waited for the rest of your family to come out of the locker room.
When Andrei finally exited the locker room, he was dressed and carrying both sleeping children in his arms. Your heart swooned when Andrei smiled.
He handed Anastasia off to you, "I have to get my bag, but I'll be back." He turned to head back into the locker room, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him.
He looked confused as he turned around, "I'm proud of you, All-Star." You whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek.
-
The next day, Anastasia and Theo were up bright and early. Jumping out of their bed and into yours, "Wake up!" They both shouted, jumping up and down.
You groaned, shoving your head under the pillow, "You promised us chocolate chip pancakes last night." Even though your eyes were closed and you couldn't Theo's face,
"Why did we do that again?" You reached over and softly punched Andrei in the shoulder who was in a similar position as you.
"To get them to sleep." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Come on, come on!" Theo jumped off the bed and grabbed Andrei's arm, trying to pull him out of bed.
You both eventually pulled yourselves out of bed and got yourselves ready then took Theo and Anastasia down to get breakfast. After breakfast and spending some time at the pool, it was time to get ready for the game.
Andrei got ready a little quicker because he had to be at the arena a little earlier than you had to be, but he helped Theo get ready before he left.
"Goodbye, I love you both." He kissed each of their heads, "Be good for your mom. I'll see you on the ice." He booped Anastasia on the nose, making her giggle.
"And I love you, too." He turned his attention to you, "I'll see you later."
"See you on the ice." You kissed him, hugging him and savoring the feeling of him being there with you, "Love you, too."
-
Theo was sitting next to you chowing down on some popcorn while Anastasia stood on your legs, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers.
"Stormy!" Theo pointed a few rows over to the familiar mascot. That caught the mascot's attention, and he looked up. Theo waved erratically. Stormy finished the interaction he was having and then made his way up to your row.
You were luckily sitting at the end of the row, so Stormy sat down on the steps next to your seats after giving Theo and Anastasia big hugs. Theo and Stormy talked (which was more just Theo talking and Stormy nodding along) while you waited for the first game to start.
Al the set pieces were set up on the ice already so you waited excitedly as Anastasia babbled and danced away. The lights eventually dimmed, and Theo screeched, clamoring into his seat, holding tight to Stormy's hand.
The Central Division was announced first, then Atlantic, then finally Metropolitan, "From the Carolina Hurricanes, Andrei Svechnikov!" Andrei skated out from the big monitors.
Theo stood up in his seat and cheered loudly. Stormy jumped up and down with him, "Look, papa." You laughed, pointing down to the ice. Anastasia followed your finger down to Andrei. She giggled, looking up at you.
-
After all the games and Takchuk was named MVP, Andrei was in media, Theo sitting happily in his lap, "How was your first Al-Star game, Svech?"
"it was great, I had a lot of fun, and getting to bring the kids along is a plus."
"What're you gonna do now that you have a week-long break?"
"We're going to Disney World." He laughed, eliciting a laugh from the reporters in the room.
"I'm sure Theo and Ana are excited."
"So excited." Andrei nodded.
Theo tugged on Andrei's shirt sleeve and Andrei bent down, his ear to Theo's mouth, "Ovi and Sid." He whispered, but his whispering wasn't very quiet.
The reporters chuckled, "We'll go find them later." Andrei whispered back before turning back to the reporters.
"We won't keep you for long, Andrei. Seems like Theo is excited." Andrei nodded appreciatively.
"Thank you." He picked Theo up and exited the room.
The TikTok of the kids answering who they would want to see the most went viral, and in particular, Theo and Anastasia went viral. Most of the comments were saying that now Theo and Anastasia had to meet their favorite players, so the media set it up.
You and Andrei led Theo and Anastasia to the ice where Sid, Ovi, Mikko, and Juuse were waiting to meet their Number one fans, media all around you.
Theo let out a gasp when the rink came into view and he saw Ovi and Sid standing on the ice. Anastasia heard and turned her head to the ice.
"Juice and Moose!" She announced your presence, causing the four players to turn to you. All of you laughed as they skated over to meet you halfway.
Theo, suddenly shy, hid behind Andrei's legs as Sid bent down in front of him, "Hi, Theo."
"Hi." Theo waved shyly.
"I heard you were a big fan." Theo nodded. Ovi produced a puck and handed it to Theo. Theo reached out and took it.
"What do you say?" Andrei whispered down to him.
"Thank you," Theo responded.
"You're very welcome." They both smiled.
Anastasia was just as starstruck as Theo, hiding her face in your neck as Mikko and Juuse stood in front of her. They both smiled as Juuse produced a puck and handed it to her.
"Thank you." She responded.
"You're welcome, Ana." They both smiled, "It was nice to meet you."
She only smiled, clutching the puck to her chest. You smiled down at her, "Wow, Ana. You met Juice and Moose." She beamed. Theo bounced up and down as he flashed you his puck, "Wow, look at that! They both signed it!"
"We have to add it to my collection." He told you.
"We'll do it at home." You brushed a hand through his hair, "Now, come on, Disney World is waiting for us."
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Freddie Andersen x Reader
Thank you Demi @wyattjohnston for doing this little love fic fest thingy, it was so fun to do!!! I am choosing to do number 3 from the Fluff column “Are you about to monologue your feelings for me?”
A/N: I was planning on doing an angsty one but I wrote this at 5am on valentine’s Day cause insomnia sucks so y’all are getting fluffy. Sorry if it makes no sense, it made sense to my half asleep brain but I promise I did reread it before I posted it. Sorry it’s super short.
“Hey Freddie I don’t know if you’ll hear this as you’re in the middle of a game, but I have something to tell you and when you get this will you call..”
“Y/N, you do know I’ve been on this call the whole time?”
“What? I thought I heard the beep, and aren't you in the middle of a game?”
“It's the second intermission, I don’t know how you heard a beep, I’m sitting in the locker room. Are you about to monologue your feelings for me via voicemail?”
“Maybe, can I or do I need to hang up the phone and call again so I get voice mail?”
“You can do it now.” And you could tell he had the biggest grin on his face.
“Freddie, you know how you asked me to move in with you right before you left for the road trip and I was so stunned I couldn’t answer you right away and you told me to take my time, I think I know my answer. Yes. I would love to move in with you and all of your plants. And you make the best dinner in the world, and I can’t wait to take our relationship to the next level!!” After your monologue you couldn’t hear anything from the otherside of the phone.
After a moment he softly spoke. “I can’t wait for you to move in with me.” And you could hear the tears in his voice. “Hey, I’m sorry I can’t talk longer we are about to go back out for the third.”
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y/n and Freddie in btpdg is one of my favorite couples to ready about. have you thought of doing a blurb or something where Freddie comes home from a roadie and wakes y/n up in a ✨spicy✨ way? like, maybe when ollie was a baby because sleep is precious when they have 4 little monsters.
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This is set before YN and Fred have had conversations about getting together but it’s painfully obvious they both want it so like figure it out already? You also don’t have to have read the entire fic to make sense of it, this is a stand alone piece
Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering and p in v), a slight dominance link, I didn’t proofread or edit so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes keep them to yourself
Fred’s least favourite thing was leaving.
Ollie learned what the duffle bag meant and would whine every time he saw it, you of course knew what it meant and would also whine about it. Only difference was he could reason with you. He’d always promise you a date once he returned and you’d always prop yourself on your tippy toes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down, growling “why wait?”
Oliver was walking and talking, a handful with every step, leave him alone for more than a minute and every toy was thrown across the living room, or he would have the pantry open tossing boxes onto the floor. He kept you on your toes and you both felt uneasy leaving him even if only for a few minutes. So you would wait, but that doesn’t mean you’d make it easy on him. You would constantly send pictures, snapchats, answering his FaceTimes while wearing practically nothing. You knew exactly what you were doing and it drove him crazy.
Typically the Pens would fly the team back early in the morning after a road trip and since giving Fred a key you tended to wake up and find the living room full of laughter, Oliver wearing only a diaper as he terrorized the couch cushions.
This particular road trip ended in Philly and it was a very quick flight home. The team ventured back to Pittsburgh after the game and Fred set out for your apartment. He made good time, it was near midnight and the roads were empty.
Not a single light was on, not even the blue glow from a TV to alert him to your presence. It’s quiet, but not an eery quiet, it’s peaceful.
Fred drops his bag by the door and sets his keys in the bowl. His jacket is left on the rack and he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he walks down the dark hallway. He stops at Oliver’s room and half expects the crib to be empty meaning a night with a sprawling toddler who kicks him seventeen times in the ribcage, but as the light from the hall filters in Fred catches a glimpse of the red locks on his tiny body. Like every night he spends with Oliver, Fred walks over to the side of the crib and takes a second to just watch his son. There is something about watching a baby sleep perfectly and peacefully that makes his heart swell - he doesn’t know how he went this long without it. He gently whispers goodnight and places a kiss to his cheek, then leaves the door as he found it - open a crack - before venturing toward you.
There is a copy of The Whispers cracked open on the mattress beside you, a cup of cold herbal tea lingers on the bedside table. The blankets are down low past your hips and one leg is kicked out - evidence you got hot at some point - your perky nipples protrude through the thin white cotton shirt you wore to sleep. The desire for baby number two throbs in his pants, if only that topic wouldn’t send you running Fred could bring it up.
He throws his pants over a chair, folds his shirt and places it on the seat and slips out of his socks. He grabs your “bookmark” from the night stand and lets his finger trace over the worn edges for a moment. It’s not an actual bookmark, but a picture taken moments after Oliver was born. Fred knew you were using a picture, but Oliver was almost one before he knew what the picture was, and that was the moment he knew there was a chance you’d come back to him. Because it’s not a picture of just you and Oliver, it’s one of the three of you. Sweat clings in your hairline, trapping baby hairs to your forehead, both of you have puffy red eyes from crying with the biggest smiles imaginable plastered to your faces, only thing is Fred is staring at Oliver and you are looking up at him. Even with the emotions of that moment, he can see there is more to the look you are giving him. You’re not staring at the father of your son, you are staring at the man you love. Fred is so happy he noticed that glimmer in your eyes and decided to wait you out, because he catches you looking at him like that countless times a day (even though you won’t admit it anytime soon). Fred smiles, like he does every time he sees this photo, and sets it inside the book, then curls up beside you.
He knows he should let you sleep, you have a very energetic toddler that loves to keep you on your toes, but that shirt is just a little to see-through and a little too tight and you sent one too many messages.
He starts slow.
His hand on your stomach and lips on your jaw. It’s soft, a kiss that goes unnoticed.
His calloused hand ventures up, finding one of those perfect breasts you spent a week tormenting him with and he begins to massage it, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. A sleepy sigh catches in your throat but Fred can tell it’s going to take more.
His touch is light as his hand drops, under the elastic band of his boxers you decided to sleep in. The pressure starts off gentle, slow circles being pressed against your heat. His lips trail along your jaw, over to the sweet spot on your neck. Instead of kissing he starts to suck, harder and harder, letting his teeth sink in. When he doesn’t earn the response he desperately seeks, two fingers toy at your entrance, coating themselves in your arousal.
“Hi baby,” Fred murmurs when you finally start to stir.
“Hi,” you mumble back, involuntarily tilting your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. “I missed you.”
“I know you did.” His fingers slip inside as far as they can go. Your eyes dart open.
“Shit baby.” Your legs kick out and back arches as he thrusts his digits back inside.
“You knew what you were doing with all those pictures you sent.” He chastises, thrusting his fingers back inside once again. “Knew what it was doing to me.”
“Of course I did.” Your voice is becoming strangled, the pressure starting to build.
“Then what did you expect?”
Fred shoves his boxers down your thighs and you feel his cock, rock hard and leaking excitement all over your hip. With a few more thrusts to get you wet and ready, Fred replaces his fingers with his member, and you both moan in unison.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” He probes, shunting you up the bed with one deep thrust. “What you wanted huh?” He punctuates with another thrust.
“I always want you.” You whimper, knowing he is waiting for a response.
Your fingers tremble when they feel the hard muscles of his back. You always loved his body and he’s always loved yours. Beads of sweat cascade down your neck and Fred smiles, his second favourite thing to lick.
“Only me right?”
He doesn’t mean it as a question, at least not in this moment. There will be a time for the hard questions, a conversation where he will make you admit to what you’ve been feeling (because he has zero doubt and knows you just need a nudge). This question is more about dominance, a reminder, because him practically prodding your cervix doesn’t do that.
“As if there could be anyone else.”
Fred hooks your left leg over his hip and finally brings his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and his tongue works its way into your mouth. It’s sloppy, frantic, full of heat. Every time he presses his tongue in further your nails scratch along his back. And after every firm and direct thrust hits that spot deep inside, your moan gets caught in his mouth.
“You look so good with my cock inside you.” Fred grunts, punctuating his words with another thrust.
“You feel so good inside me.”
“Gonna feel even better with my cum dripping out of you.” Fred smirks as one hand snakes between your bodies and rubs at your clit. It suddenly becomes very difficult to concentrate on what he is saying. You can see his lips moving and can only imagine the filth spewing out.
You writhe beneath him as your pleasure reaches it’s peak. Your nails dig deep into the thickest part of his bicep and with one more punctuated thurst you come undone, warmth spilling around his cock. Fred’s cocky grin only grows even as his thrusts are sloppy and shallow, and just as your body relaxes Fred spills everything deep inside your cunt.
It takes a bit for your hearts to steady, it always does, Fred’s version of a “quickie” often leaves you feeling like you ran 5k.
Fred looks down at you, brown eyes clouded with lust and passion and leans back in, replacing the heated and heavy kisses with a soft one, full of warmth.
“Elskede.” He smiles sweetly, his cock soft inside you.
“Hmm.”
“Tease me like that again and I won’t wake you up as nicely next time.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug him off, a hint of insolence in your voice. His cock twitches. You being bratty always did turn him on.
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broken hearts and dirty windows make life difficult to see
sebastian aho x fem!reader
two times you felt sebastian cracking your heart and one time he shattered it
word count: 2.2k
warnings: cursing, crumbling relationships, major dickweed vibes from mr. aho
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The lack of public displays of affection in your relationship doesn’t bother you.
Private, not secret is the motto Sebastian lives by, given the nature of his rising superstardom, and you’ve always been one to keep to yourself. Over the years there have been tastefully curated instagram posts from each of you with heads cropped out or faces covered, but to those close it’s clear the two of you are a couple. You know Sebastian loves you, he knows you love him — that’s enough.
Raleigh, and North Carolina in general, might be becoming more hockey-centric, but the players and their families can still wander in peace. It’s part of the reason Sebastian has never tried to move. Pundits and reporters are correct in saying he could get a larger paycheque somewhere else, but it’s the anonymity and freedom to exist that keeps him, and you, here. There have been discussions about moving closer to your family, seeing as you both spend the off-season in Finland with his, but it’s never amounted to anything more than pillow talk fantasies. You’re happy in Raleigh and the Hurricanes have become a family away from home.
Anyone associated with the team, even on a part-time basis knows about Sebastian’s relationship. It’s important for both of you to share some parts of yourselves with others, and the easiest way to do that is by going to dinners or barbecues with teammates. He doesn’t have many friends outside the organization, and by nature of being far away from home neither do you. It isn’t inherently lonely, but a lot of your time is spent at work, with Sebastian, or the three former co-workers who are still in contact with you.
“Sepe,” you grumble, having grown increasingly tired of following him around the shopping mall. “Can’t you buy shoes without me?”
A pensive yet teasing look flashes across his features. “I suppose so, but there’s no fun in that.”
The comment earns him a light kick to the shin, which is swiftly followed up by Sebastian ruffling your hair. You manage to pry him away from the sneaker store with promises of something more worthwhile at home, and as you exit the store you feel Sebastian’s pinky link with yours. It’s something small he started doing years ago to let you know he was still around in crowded places, and you cherish the meaning it holds.
From around the corner there’s laughter, which doesn’t bother either of you, and you continue to wander towards the mall’s exit. “Aho, you beauty, is that you?” a boy, no more than nineteen, calls out from the group, approaching Sebastian with open arms. Instantly Sebastian’s hand is dropped from yours and he’s a good arms length away from you.
“Hey man, how’s it going? How’s camp?” your boyfriend asks with ease, slipping into an easy conversation about hockey while going around the circle and greeting everyone. It doesn’t take you long to concur that the boys are newcomers, part of this year’s draft class in Raleigh for development camp, and that they took a liking to Sebastian when he helped lead a couple of off ice seminars about how to adjust to living alone in a new city.
You hang back, letting the guys do their thing, not particularly interested in whatever drill they’re talking about. Sebastian has interests that differ from your own, including hockey, and it’s nice to give him space to engage in it with other fans. The digital edition of The New Yorker was released early in the morning, and you scroll through your phone reading articles of interest. Eventually someone clears their throat, signalling your presence has been noted.
“And you are?”
Before you can speak and introduce yourself, Sebastian does it for you. “She’s just a friend of mine,” he shrugs casually, completely forgetting to mention that the two of you have been dating for nearly four years, “And we’ve actually got to get going. See you around.”
With the parting words uttered and handshakes administered yet again, the group splits in the opposite direction you and Sebastian are going. The white hot sting of rejection burns in your stomach, creeps up your esophagus, and threatens to spill out. Tears also begin to well in your eyes but you blink them away. Why didn’t he just just introduce you as his girlfriend? There has never been any hesitation from him in the past.
Suddenly walking beside him is too much, and you need a few degrees of separation from the man you love. “I just forgot I need to stop by the office quickly,” you blurt out. “Nina left some documents for me to sign since I won’t be there on Monday when the deal goes through.”
“Want me to come with you?” Sebastian asks, back to playing the doting boyfriend like nothing happened. You suppose to him maybe nothing had.
“It’s okay, I’ll only be a few extra minutes. Besides, you have so many bags. I’ll meet you at home.”
You allow him to place a kiss to your cheek in farewell, and head in the opposite direction. Once you’re sure Sebastian is out of the building, or at least out of sight, you make a beeline for the nearest washroom, no longer able to hold back from crying.
In the mirror as you splash water on your face to reduce puffiness, a vain and probably futile attempt of not alerting Sebastian to your upset, you can’t help but curse his name. “Private, not secret,” you mutter, flicking more water upwards, “How fucking stupid.”
Enough time eventually passes for you to have reasonably gone to the office and signed papers, and you catch a glimpse of yourself on the way out. Mascara dots your undereyes, though not noticeably, but it’s the pained expression on your features that unsettles you. You hadn’t realized until this moment that the reason you’re so upset isn’t because he didn’t declare his love for you, but because he did it so easily and without a second thought you wonder how many times he’s done it when you're not around.
The thought makes a small piece of your heart splinter off.
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Independence in relationships is incredibly important.
You’ve always been a force to be reckoned with, and that didn’t end when you started dating Sebastian. Doing things alone has never been an issue for you — solo travelling has always been one of your favourite hobbies and you still regularly take weekends away without your boyfriend. He does the same, knows it’s healthy, and the time apart helps you grow and be stronger together. Tonight the two of you are going out with separate friend groups, getting ready alongside each other in a comfortable silence.
“Babe? Pass me my toothbrush?” Sebastian asks, words muffled slightly by the towel he has scrunched over his face to try and try his hair.
In the middle of brushing your own, you nod before reaching into the toothbrush holder and pulling out the bamboo stick that matches yours. A year or so ago you realized just how much plastic waste the hygiene tool creates, and Sebastian welcomed the change with open arms. Soon the only sound in the bathroom is the scrubbing of teeth and the hum that Sebastian elicits when you bend over to spit in the sink. You go to swat him for the insinuated lewdness but he dodges easily, playful smile on his lips before he ducks out of the room to change.
Mascara and lipstick are the finishing touches to your makeup look, which is complete in a matter of seconds. Hair is the next item to check off your list — it’s too hot in the southern heatwave Raleigh is experiencing to do anything other than a ponytail, but you try to spice it up with a fluffy braid or two. It sounds as though Sebastian is getting ready to leave from the newly sneaker-clad footsteps clomping around the apartment, and being finished enough in the bathroom to leave it you go to bid him goodbye.
He’s facing away from you, back slightly hunched because he’s no doubt texting Teuvo that he’s on the way to pick him up. You didn’t care to ask about the details of this guys’ night, but from a casual conversation or two throughout the week you learned they were going to some upscale bar that supposedly has the best bottle service in the world, according to a few rookies. Careful not to alert him to your presence, you tip-toe across the room and wrap your arms around Sebastian’s waist as soon as you’re able. You inhale into his shirt, breathing in cologne and something else that’s indescribably Sebastian, but you also don’t miss the way his muscles contract under your touch instead of releasing.
“Have fun tonight,” you say softly while backing away, afraid to make him any more uncomfortable. Affection in your home has always been encouraged by Sebastian despite his reservations about it in public.
His response is just as quiet. “Thanks, sweetheart, you too.”
A ping comes from Sebastian’s phone then, and he goes to leave, goes as far as taking two steps towards the door before you make one more move of desperation for some intimacy. You tug his arm back gently, lace your fingers through his, and lean in. Sebastian has never said no to a kiss in all the years you’ve known him, and hopefully it will appease the anxiety creating roots in your brain.
“Don’t kiss me.”
You’re beyond taken aback by the words — are actually flabbergasted. “Why not?” you ask, but the words are shaky and don’t come out of your mouth as you would have liked them to.
Sebastian sighs. “Your lipstick will get stuck in the corners of my mouth and the guys will tease me relentlessly. I just don’t want that right now.”
It takes everything in you to not let him see the hurt he’s caused displayed on your features. You’ve always been an emotive person, and it was something Sebastian always said he loved about you. “That’s never stopped you before.”
“Well, it’s stopping me now.”
He’s gone without an apology, though the remarks thrown your direction are firmly located in a morally ambiguous grey area so you’re not even sure one is warranted, and promises to see you when he gets home. The door opens and shuts without so much of a hinge squeak, and you’re left alone with nothing but your racing thoughts and heavy heart.
You pick up your phone, send a few texts to the group chat explaining that you’re under the weather but want them to still have fun, and crawl into bed lipstick and all. It unintentionally stains the pillowcase in the shuffle, and your heartstrings tug — would it have been such a bad thing if Sebastian had been marked as yours?
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The rare dinners you’re able to share with Sebastian during the season are normally filled with a comfortable silence.
Tonight, however, it’s suffocating. Normally you would chalk up the slight scowl and grunts while he shovels food into his mouth to a bad practice, but it was an off day. You’re utterly perplexed at the behaviour, at everything Sebastian has done lately, but you’re too exhausted to have that conversation with him. Maybe someday soon, possibly even tomorrow, but not right now. All you’re focused on is getting through dinner and crawling into bed.
Your work day had been horrendous — everything went wrong that could, plus things you didn’t even know had the option to blow up in your face. Clients screamed at you over the phone about advertisements not being printed, a co-worker ‘accidentally’ ate your lunch, and the position you interviewed for was given to a newcomer with little skill. All you want to do is put this day behind you and start again when the sun rises.
Clanking cutlery is enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You notice Sebastian’s plate is clear, your own barely touched, and he’s looking at you with an unreadable stare. After so many years together you thought you could read him like a book, but apparently not.
“I thought I could like it like this.”
Your own fork and knife crash against porcelain, making your ears ring. “Like what?”
Sebastian sighs, “Us. I thought I could learn to love us like this. Just being boring and domestic, but I can’t. I need more.”
Pain flashes across your features, and he winces when he looks up to see the wounded expression you wear. Not knowing what else to do, you take a sip of water. One turns into several, and soon the glass in front of you is empty.
“I can give you more,” you whisper. You know you’d give anything to Sebastian if he asked, and you are determined to make this work.
He shakes his head, most likely in defeat or exasperation. “You can’t. That’s alright, I’ve accepted it. You should too.”
The finality in his tone surprises you — he’s clearly been thinking about this for a while, and his disinterest in including you in the conversation stings almost as much as the action of him walking away from the table. Sebastian continues to say nothing as you sit mouth agape and unable to move. Time is frozen and you’re stuck, possibly forever in the moment where the relationship you thought would last forever shattered into a million pieces. You don’t even know he’s actually gone until the front door slams, effectively breaking your heart in a way you’re not sure can ever be repaired.
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lustful nights
a/n: hello!!! here’s the first fic out of my birthday series!! i hope y’all enjoy this soft yet smutty fic and i’ll see y’all tomorrow with another drop hehe
pairing: frederik andersen x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, light mentions of oral (f receiving), essentially memories from last night and nights passed
word count: 1.03k
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you relished in the large feel of warmth beside you. you hugged it, before your eyes opened and focused on the soft face of your boyfriend. you admired him, the way his face would scrunch, his lips lightly twitching, his red hair shining from the creeping sun.
you got up softly, making sure to not bother his sleep. you stretched as you made your way to the bathroom. looking at the mirror you fixed your bed hair before you noticed the darkening marks on your collarbone. taking off the large shirt you were currently wearing, you smirked as you saw another mark below your breasts. your mind immediately replayed the build up to yet another lustful night shared between the two of you.
as you got into the shower, you stood there letting the warm water drip down your figure. closing your eyes, you were met with freddie’s chocolate eyes. you smiled, seeing how your fingers traced the sides of his growing beard. his eyes fell to your lips, in which you bit down on as his hands made their way to your ass and you were placed down on the bed.
your fingers made their way to your neck. you felt the way frederik’s breath hovered over it, his lips targeting the spot he's perhaps eyed for hours. his teeth grazing your skin, your other hand could feel the way you’d let your hands fall from his shoulders down to his forearm. you parted your hair so water could fall down your back. the movement reminded you about all the times freddie would part your hair so he could fit his head into the crook of your neck. whispering how gorgeous you look in your ears.
your fingers fall down to your chest, picturing the way your back arches into frederik. his tongue tracing the curves of your breasts. a light moan escaped your mouth when you could feel freddie’s lips attached to your sensitive nipples. your fingers tracing the path freddie always took down to the place that ached for him the most. his hands holding your hips down. you could picture the way you’d squirm, he's barely touching you but instead watching how your body can picture his soon to come actions. knowing just how good he feels and how much you want it.
“say it” you requested, once. “say what, love?” he asked gently, “my name.” you ran your fingers through his hair as freddie smiled at you. “y/n” he murmurs against your chest.
“again.”
“y/n.” his lips against your stomach.
“y/n.” then your thighs.
“y/n.” then your heat. not before pulling back and bringing out a whine from you.
your thighs were next, fred would always tease you by giving the softest kisses yet. holding them in his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to you. “worship me” you pleaded once, humming at your response “my pleasure” he says. his mouth diving in to eat you up. you could picture how your first moan always overpowered you, opening your eyes you blush at the thought.
you closed them again, seeing how fred kisses your heaving chest. your doe eyes looking up at him, your mouth slightly agape. he loved your post-orgasmic state, you looked so fragile, so vulnerable. “are you real?” you’d ask, he only wanted to hold you close, in which you wanted as well with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
your head fell back at the thought of his cock stretching you out. you rubbed your cheek as freddie would, “you’re alright love” he’d say. your little whines in his ear as his hands steady you into his build. thrust after thrust after thrust. your nails digging into his back, a groan leaving his mouth.
your hands ran down your sides, squeezing where frederik’s large hands would. when your hips would roll into his, and your teeth nibbled on his lip, his eyes watching you so carefully. a grip around your “useless hands” could be felt in your wrists as he held them above you. you could also surely remember the pain in your thighs when freddie would fold your legs on his broad shoulders. your hands picturing the soft feel of a handful of freddie’s hair. your eyes habitually rolling back.
frederik always took an opportunity to show you his love. whether it would be with simple actions, or toe-curling, unholy fucking movements. every time you didn’t picture your life with another man. you didn’t want anyone else’s lips marking you other than freddie’s. he gave you everything and more. it’s perfect.
arms snaked around you. your mind thinking you were merely picturing it as freddie nibbled on your shoulder, your fingers tracing the veins on his strapping arms. you let your head fall back, but freddie’s voice helped you gain back your senses.
letting your eyes flutter open, you saw freddie smiling down on you. “what are you doing, love?” he asks, kissing your wet hair. “hmm, daydreaming i guess.”
“yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head. “mhm, about you.” you say, turning around to face him, “about your hands, and your lips, and your…” you say looking down at his very large-
“cock?” he denotes, you look up and giggle. “already got you all flustered before i even woke up, hmm?”
“can you blame me? you rot my brain everyday with all the filthy things you’ve done to me. it’s a miracle i’m not jumping you every minute.” he laughs at your statement. “darling, you don’t know how many times i’ve picturing your glistening figure sprawled out just for me.”
you look up at him again and kiss his chin. “really?” you ask, picturing he might have a bit more control on things like this compared to you. “you don’t think i’d dream of that dripping wet pussy of yours? it eats me alive knowing i can’t always have it right in front of me, waiting patiently to be licked up”
you bite your lips at his words. “fuck” you say before he smirks and lifts you up to pin you to the wall. “we’re in the same boat, doll. now let’s make those dreams of yours come true. i think i know how they go,” frederik says.
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Don't Throw It Away -> Andrei Svechnikov
Summary: When Andrei proposes, you can't help the feeling of elation you feel. Slowly, though, you begin to second guess everything. Will you and Andrei be able to get through this rough patch and walk down the aisle?
Author's Note: Here's another installment of the Happiness Begins Series! I hope you're enjoying this series, and please let me know what you think!
Warnings: Gender-neutral!reader, engagements, alcohol, unedited (if I missed anything, please let me know because my brain is so fried I can't remember)
Word Count: 5.9k
Following Andrei’s note, you make your way to the roof of your apartment building. It wasn’t a cold night, so you opted not to grab a jacket on your way out the door. As the elevator was making its way up to the roof, your nerves grew and your confusion shot through the roof. Why did Andrei leave a note for you? Why didn’t he just text you if he wanted you to meet him somewhere? Based on the tone of his note, despite it being handwritten, had an allure to it you couldn’t quite explain. You knew that what you were going to was going to be monumental, but what was going to happen when you got to the roof?
Finally, after what felt like hours, the elevator reached the roof, and you stepped out onto the roof. As the wind blew past you, you regretted not grabbing your jacket. It was a bit colder than you thought it was going to be. Regardless, excitement filled the air. Whatever the reason was for you being on the roof, you were excited about it.
You crane your head, trying to look for Andrei. Where was he? You take a few small steps before you see him. Your eyes widen at the sight.
A few feet from where you were standing, a trail of fake candles lined an aisle that led to Andrei. Around him were flower petals sprinkled on the ground. Andrei was dressed as if he were going to a game, and all at once, you realized what was happening.
“I’d come over to you, but then it would ruin the point of you walking down the aisle to me,” Andrei yells from where he was standing. You shake your head in laughter and make your way toward him.
You make the walk through the makeshift aisle made with the candles. At the head of the aisle, you join Andrei, both of you wearing matching wide smiles. “Hi.”
He takes your hands in his and kisses your cheek. “Hi, my love.”
“What’s all this?”
“I’m proposing to you!” Andrei says, excitedly.
You grin at his giddiness and say, “but you’re not down on one knee.”
“Is this what life is going to be like if I marry you?”
“Oh, so you’re having second thoughts.”
“About you? Never,” Andrei promises. He pulls out the ring box from his pocket and gets down on one knee. “Better?”
“Depends on what you ask.”
“Imagine if I open the box and it’s a key or something silly,” Andrei jokes.
“I’ll dump you,” you proclaim. “You won’t ever see me again.”
“Well, then,” Andrei says, opening the box, “it’s a good thing this is an engagement ring and not a key or something stupid.”
Your eyes glance at the ring momentarily before your eyes return to Andrei’s.
“So, what do you say?” he asks.
You snort. “What a proposal, wow!”
“Do I really need to say anything? I love you; you love me, and I have a ring for you. Isn’t it obvious I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”
“The rest of your life, huh? What if I turn into an ogre? What if I go bald and my skin starts to fall off? What if you find out I’m secretly KGB and sent here to exterminate you? What if—”
“In every aspect of your life and mine, I want to be by your side forever. Will you make me the luckiest person on this planet and marry me?”
“That’s more like it.”
“Don’t I get an answer from you?” Andrei asks.
“Oh, isn’t it obvious?” you tease. Andrei stands up and shakes his head. He’s about to say something, but you stop him by pulling his face against yours and kissing him. Andrei’s arms wrap around your waist as you seal the deal with a kiss. “Is that a good enough answer?”
“I think I’m going to need a verbal response, you know, for when I tell my parents,” Andrei says, still flustered from the kiss.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Andrei. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you if I have to.”
✹ ✹ ✹
“We’re all going to head down to the glass; do you want to come?” one of the other partners asked. You shook your head. “Really? You know how much Andrei loves when you’re down at the glass.”
“I fell at work today, and I think walking all those stairs again will agitate my leg,” you lie. You didn’t fall. You just couldn’t handle standing amongst the other spouses and partners and pretending that you felt okay there.
“Do you want me to get some ice?” they persist.
You shake your head again. “You have fun, okay? I’ll be fine right here.”
They give you a quizzical look before turning and heading towards the glass. Once they left, that left you sitting in your seat, alone, with no one around you. Despite being in a packed and loud arena, you’ve never felt more alone, and it wasn’t just because all your friends were at the glass. It seemed that even when they were there, you felt even more alone. How could you possibly feel so alone with some of your greatest friends around you?
Rubbing your hands up and down your thighs as a calming mechanism, you realize what’s causing your angst and discomfort. Your eyes bore into the diamond on your left hand as it glistened under the arena’s lights. Right, you were engaged to someone you absolutely loved, but their lifestyle was catching up to you as you realized just what it was.
The partners of the Carolina Hurricanes were expected to be pristine, beautiful, put-together, and organized. Yes, you are all those things, but the expectations that came with it? You were starting to crumble. You couldn’t keep up with trying to pretend you existed. It was become too much to handle. The pressure was caving in on you, and every time you went out with Andrei and his teammates and partners, you couldn’t help but feel like an imposter.
Why did you think you could so seamlessly fit in? Why did you think that your sometimes messy and disorganized life could ever match up and compare to that of the other spouses? You couldn’t meet the expectations that it would take to be married to Andrei, and it pained you to know that if you were feeling these emotions while only engaged to Andrei, it would only get worse. There was no way it could get easier.
When warmups were finished and all the spouses came back up to their seats, you hated that you wished that they never came back. Being alone, somehow, made all the fears you had seem impossible. Without seeing their beautiful faces, hearing their impeccable laughs, and listening to their grand stories and lives, you could pretend that you were doing fine.
“Andrei missed you,” someone says on your left. The few other people around you turned and murmured in agreement. “He was looking for you a lot, and when he couldn’t find you, he had this sad, puppy look on his face.”
“I’ll have to make it up to him later, then,” you murmur to yourself.
“I’m not sure what you did to get him so in love with you, but whatever you did, kudos to you because that man is wrapped around your finger so badly.”
Normally, that comment would erupt comforting fires in your body because if someone pointed that out, then it meant you were with the right person. Typically, it meant that everything would turn out just fine.
This time, though, would it?
✹ ✹ ✹
Your eyes bore down on the diamond engagement ring sitting on your dresser. After getting dressed and doing your hair and makeup, you were mustering the courage to put on your engagement ring. The light was reflecting off the diamond as you forced your hand to pick it up. Your finger was daintily holding the ring as if it were a bag full of dog poop.
You didn’t know why you couldn’t put on the ring. When Andrei proposed and slid the ring onto your finger, it was one of the happiest days of your life. You wanted to marry Andrei, and you knew that being with Andrei wasn’t a task or hardship. You knew Andrei wouldn’t stifle your growth or stop you from enjoying your life. Currently, you weren’t scared of things that other couples are when they’re engaged. You didn’t even know what you were scared of. It wasn’t even the fear of it being a mistake. You knew marrying Andrei wouldn’t be a mistake. It isn’t a mistake being with Andrei, but you couldn’t slide the ring onto your finger to seal the deal.
“Hey, we have to leave in a few minutes if we want to be on time for dinner,” Andrei says, popping his head into the bedroom. You nod your head but don’t look at him. Andrei gives you a weird look that you miss and walks out of the bedroom without a second comment. Were you okay?
Why was it suddenly so difficult for you to be engaged to Andrei? You wanted to be married to him one day. You absolutely loved and adored Andrei. You wanted to spend every single day of the rest of your life with him, but when it came to being in public, it always became difficult to prove and show that love.
Were you ashamed of being with Andrei? You immediately shake your head at that thought. There was nothing for you to be ashamed about, but whenever you had to be out with anyone, you felt short of breath and stifled. You felt trapped and just wanted to step into a room full of cool, cold air and just breathe. You wanted cold weather to wash over you and relax you.
You loved Andrei with your entire being; there was no denying that. Why was it so difficult for you to profess that love to the world?
After too many thoughts of contemplation, you finally slide the ring onto your finger. Why was it so difficult each time for you to slide the ring on? Why was it so difficult for you to feel comfortable telling the world you were going to marry Andrei (an NHL superstar)? Why was it so difficult to feel comfortable in your skin within your relationship?
✹ ✹ ✹
He noticed something was wrong when you didn’t come down to the glass two games in a row. Sure, Andrei knows you don’t have to head down to the glass, but ever since you and Andrei officially started dating, you went down to the glass. You were always there, and knowing you were there was everything to Andrei, so when you weren’t there the first time, Andrei dismissed it. When you weren’t there the following game, Andrei was confused. And worried. If you weren’t going to go down to the glass, then you’d tell him beforehand. You didn’t this time.
One thing you and Andrei excelled in was your communication skills. Sometimes there were a few blips in the system, but for the most part, you and Andrei were pretty good at talking to each other. So, when you started becoming quieter around him and less of your energetic self, Andrei was worried.
He couldn’t possibly imagine what the issue was. Driving home from practice, driving home from a game, sitting on the couch next to you, laying in bed before bed, and every quiet moment he had, Andrei was trying to figure out what went wrong. What did he do? He was so confused because he really wanted to know where he went wrong. Things were going so well before and after the proposal. Well, for the first few months post-proposal, things went well. Then it became four months after he proposed, and he noticed how your demeanor and composure changed.
Was it because you two haven’t discussed anything about the wedding? Sure, there were a few small conversations that were had, but for the most part, no planning has taken place. There was no set wedding date, no set theme, no budget, and as far as Andrei was sure, you hadn’t begun looking at wedding dresses yet.
Were you upset because you thought he was having cold feet? Andrei knew he wasn’t having cold feet. For as long as he’s known you, Andrei knew you were the only one for him. When you finally went on a date with him, Andrei knew that you were the only one he wanted to marry. He’d been waiting for the perfect moment to propose to you for years, and he finally did when he felt it was the right time. Well, Andrei thought it was the right time. Was it not the right time? You would have surely said something, right? You wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t ready for marriage, right?
After you don’t show up at the glass for the twentieth straight home game (yes, Andrei was counting because he was concerned about you), he started to stress. You two were supposed to be starting your life forever and were getting ready to be together forever, but if you couldn’t express how you felt, how would you be able to make it work?
Andrei just wanted to be by your side forever, but if you didn’t want to have the same thing, then Andrei would let you go. Even if it broke him into a million different pieces over and over again.
✹ ✹ ✹
When Andrei came home from practice, he instantly rushes over to you. He hears your sobs instantly and rushes to comfort you. The minute your face is nestled into Andrei’s chest, the tears fall even harder. Somehow, his hand stroking your back was causing your tears to fall harder instead of comforting you, as it normally does.
It takes a long time for your tears to stop falling. When you’re finally able to talk, Andrei asks, “what’s wrong?”
You shake your head. “Nothing.” Nothing I want to talk to you about, you think to yourself.
“No, it’s not nothing,” Andrei contradicts. “You spent the past twenty minutes sobbing into my chest, and from the looks of it, you’ve been sobbing for a while before I got here.”
“Andrei—”
“No, you’ve been off and acting different for the past few weeks. What’s wrong?”
“Andrei, I’m tired,” you lie. “Work has been exhausting, and I’m just stressed.”
Andrei sighs. “You and I both know that’s not what this is about.”
You nod and lean forward for your phone. You open up Instagram and show Andrei the professional account that many of the spouses use for family photoshoots. As Andrei begins to scroll through them, you can’t help but let the tears fall. They all looked so perfect and had their lives together. Sure, you know that Instagram is only the highlight reel of someone’s life, but you’ve met these families. You know that their real lives are just as perfect and foolproof as the photos on this Instagram page. You knew that your life was not as perfect as these photos. Far from it. You could barely throw your life together for five minutes to call your parents. How could you possibly expect to display and have a life that was worthy of these Instagram pages? You know you can’t give Andrei a life like those of the other spouses. The pressure and the anxiety were getting to you. How could you in good health marry Andrei when you could barely throw your own life together?
“I don’t understand what I’m looking at,” Andrei states, blankly.
“Look at how perfect all their lives are,” you attempt to explain. “I can’t do that. Ever.”
“Well, I can’t do that either.”
“How could I possibly marry you know that I can’t give you a life that’s worth an NHL player like you?”
“What?”
“It’s too much,” you state, tears brimming from your eyes. “It’s too much. It’s all too much.”
“What’s too much? What’s the matter?”
“The stress, the pressure, all of it, it’s too much,” you explain.
“I don’t need anything special. All I want is you,” Andrei declares. He didn’t like where this was going.
“I love you, and I want to marry you so much, but the past few months after the allure of our engagement passed, my reality settled in,” you say.
“What reality? The reality of our lives together for the rest of our lives.”
“No, Andrei.” You shake your head. “The constant pressure that will come with being your spouse. The need to be perfect all the time and to be your perfect spouse. I can’t do it. I can’t.”
“No, what are you saying?”
You slide the ring off of your finger and place it in Andrei’s hand. “This isn’t me saying I don’t love you or don’t want to marry you. This is me saying that I’m not ready for this right now. This is entirely me, not you. There isn’t anything you did wrong; this is all me.”
“What can I do? Is there any—”
You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Andrei. I just, I need some time.”
With that, you take your phone and purse and head out the door. Andrei walked into the apartment to you sobbing, and you left which started his sobbing. All Andrei wanted was to be yours and for you to be happy, but what if you being happy meant you weren’t with him?
✹ ✹ ✹
“How long do you think you’ll be here?” Andrei asks. He’s holding a few bags of your belongings as you unlock the door to your “new” apartment.
“My lease is for three months, but I don’t know if I’ll extend it or make it longer,” you answer as you both step inside. The apartment was fully furnished, so all you needed was some clothes and toiletries. You fully intended on moving back in with Andrei when you were ready, but you weren’t sure when that would happen.
“If you want me to cover the rent, I can,” Andrei suggests. He begins sorting through the bags depending on what room your stuff needed to go. Your heart melted. That was exactly what you would do if he already wasn’t. You furrowed your eyebrows at the emotion you felt. It must be a good thing, you think to yourself, if your heart can still melt at certain of Andrei’s actions and mannerisms. The fact that he wants to cover your rent for you put a soft smile on your face.
“Andrei, I can cover the rent.”
“Yeah, but if you want me to, then I can.”
You shake your head.
“Look, I don’t fully understand why you want to do this, and that’s fine with me,” Andrei begins. “I’m not asking for you to explain because you can do whatever you want, and as much as I want to help you through this by being by your side, I know I can’t. All I can do is go home and hope that one day, we’ll get back to where we were.”
“Andrei—” you begin but stop. You didn’t know what to say. In his eyes, you could see how much Andrei’s heart was breaking. He hated this as much as you did, but for you, you understood just why you were doing this. You know from where your emotions and actions stem, but for Andrei, he just didn’t get it. He thought him loving you was enough and couldn’t comprehend why it wasn’t.
He shakes his head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just think of it as an ‘I’ll always wait for you no matter how long it takes.’”
You nod, eyes falling to the ground. You felt guilty. Andrei was the most amazing, loving, and understanding man you’ve ever been with, so why couldn’t that be enough? Why couldn’t the way he irrevocably loves you be enough?
“I’m just a five-minute drive away if you need anything, okay? Rain or shine. Sickness or health. Good times or bad. All of it, I’m right there if you need me.”
“Andrei, thank you,” you whisper.
He shakes his head. “There’s nothing to thank me for, and one day, when you’re ready, I’m going to slide that ring back on your finger, and we’ll start our lives together all over again.”
“I love you, Andrei.”
He smiles. “I love you, too.”
✹ ✹ ✹
Your legging is shaking as you listen to the ringing of your phone. Four months ago, when Andrei told you to take all the time you needed and that he’ll always wait for you, you knew that Andrei was the only one for you. Someone who was willing to wait for as long as it took for you to be comfortable in your new romantic status of fiance was someone you knew was worth fighting for.
“Hello,” Andrei’s familiar voice says through the phone. The comfort that his voice brought you was similar to that of the time pre-proposal. Yeah, you were ready and comfortable with what you were about to propose.
“Hey, it’s me,” you say.
“Yeah, I know. We have something called caller-ID over at our apartment; is that not something you have where you’re staying?” Andrei calling where he was living “our” apartment made your heart flutter. He still considered it your apartment, too, even though you’re not currently living there. “How’re you doing?”
“Good, better,” you reply. “Um, I have a few questions for you.”
“Shoot.”
“If I said I’m ready to start going back to where we were, would that be something you’re interested in?” you ask, hesitantly.
“When I proposed to you, I was already making the vows we’d be back on our wedding date,” Andrei immediately replies. He’s quick with rushing out his words because he knows that if there’s a single ounce of hesitation or second-guessing in his voice, you might shut down. “That included being there for you in good times and in bad. Right now, we’re in one of those so-called ‘bad times’, so of course, I’m interested.”
“Great, I, um, oh wow, this is much harder than I thought it was going to be.”
“Don’t worry,” Andrei insists. “Take all the time you need.”
“Did you want to go on a date with me?”
Andrei breathlessly chuckles. “What?”
“I’m not completely ready to go back to where we were. I can’t just jump right back into being your fiance, but what if we did a few of the first again? Like the first date? First kiss? Just a few small milestones until I’m comfortable again.”
“Is that what you want?” Andrei asks. “I want whatever you want. If you want to jump right back in, then we can do that. If you want to do the plan you suggested, then we can do that. This is about you and your comfort level.”
“But I want you to have a say in this, too.”
“My say in this is still being here. My say is not running away when you gave me the ring back, and my say is that ‘I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.’”
You nod. Although you knew that Andrei can’t see you nod, you know he knows you nodded. That’s how well he knows you. That notion is confirmed when Andrei asks, “when and where are we having our first date?”
“I haven’t actually laid out those plans because I wasn’t sure what you were going to say, so I’ll figure it out, but I’ll text you.”
Andrei laughs. “You could ask me to do anything, and you know I’ll say yes.”
“I’ll text you?”
“Definitely,” Andrei tells you. “I, um, I love you?”
You snort. “Are you asking me if you love me?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. You know that’s what I meant; I wasn’t sure if we were there yet.”
“Andrei, I love you, and I’ll text you about the details, okay?”
After you and Andrei hung up the phone, the smile on your face didn’t go away for hours. It felt really good to tell Andrei you love him. Through this all, the one thing that remained the same was how much you loved Andrei. To tell him meant the world.
Maybe everything would be okay one day soon.
✹ ✹ ✹
Your hands were tightly grasping the mug of green tea that the waitress handed you moments prior. The steam was hitting your chin and reminding you that Andrei would be there. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Andrei, and technically, despite having no ring, you were engaged to him. You promised your life to him, and although you returned the ring, you still meant everything you said. You still wanted to marry Andrei and know that he won’t stand you up, but then why was he four minutes late? Or were you just early?
Taking a sip of the tea, you remind yourself that Andrei would be there, and why would he lie to you? When you gave back the ring and moved into the new place, Andrei told you he’d always wait. He had no need to say that or still promise his life to you, but he did, and that should be enough reassurance that he would show up for your first date redo. But what if he realized he couldn’t deal with your craziness or hysterics? What if realized he wanted someone more stable and sane who wouldn’t run at the first sign of trouble or insecurity? What if Andrei wanted someone who’d always stay regardless of any troubles they may have? What if Andrei—
“Sorry I’m late,” Andrei apologizes, breaking the train of thought in your mind.
You shake your head and sigh in relief. “It’s only six minutes. Don’t worry about it.”
“The fact that you know it’s been six minutes means that you’ve been worrying about it. For what it’s worth, I couldn’t find any parking nearby.”
“Ah, okay, but you found the place okay?”
He nods. “The sushi place we like. You really couldn’t have been more clear?”
“Didn’t I say the name of this place, too?”
“If you didn’t, then I don’t remember,” Andrei tells you. “I was still freaking out about the fact that you texted me first.”
Your eyes cloud in guilt. You should have made more of an effort to reach out to him. It should have been on you to try to patch things up and hearing Andrei say that made you feel even more guilty.
“Hey,” Andrei whispers, placing his hands on top of yours. “I’m only teasing, okay?”
You nod. “Should we order our usual?”
“Yeah, oh, and the spicy tuna roll. That was really good the last time we did it.”
“I want to get the Agadashi tofu if that’s okay,” you suggest.
“That was really delicious last time,” Andrei answers in agreement.
For the next few minutes, you and Andrei discuss the menu and what you want to order. Once you place your order with the waitress, silence overcomes the table. Although this was technically a “first” date, you and Andrei had been talking constantly the past week and catching up on your lives. There wasn’t really anything to discuss. How did you both do this before this whole conundrum? How did you and Andrei manage to find an easy conversation when there wasn’t anything new to discuss? Would it ever go back to the way it was?
Thankfully, the waitress brings the appetizers to your table, and you and Andrei immediately dive into the food. You take a piece of tofu and place it on your plate. You, then, place your chopsticks back on the table to grab the sauce for dipping your tofu. When you went to pour, though, you noticed your plate was empty. You place the sauce back on the table and grab your chopsticks to grab a piece. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you notice Andrei chewing. That man! He took the piece of tofu off of your plate. You shake your head with a snort and extend your chopsticks to grab another piece. Andrei’s chopsticks, though, intertwine with yours making it difficult for you to grab another piece.
“You’re such an ass,” you say, feigning frustration.
Andrei shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” Andrei adds with a cheeky grin. You smile. Yeah, he’s your idiot and always will be.
✹ ✹ ✹
“So,” Andrei ennunciates.
“Yeah?”
“How are things?” Andrei asks as he’s walking you to your car.
You snort. “Going well? Didn’t we do this whole small talk thing at the beginning of dinner?”
He shrugs. “What’s the harm in asking again? Things could have changed in the past few hours.”
You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure if things changed so drastically for me to give you a different answer, then you’d already know about it.”
“I actually was asking more so between us than your life in general,” Andre clarifies, his voice low.
“Oh?” you say, an eyebrow raised. “What answer were you hoping I’d give you?”
“Honestly, I’m hoping you’ll say, ‘Andrei, let’s elope and move away to a cottage on a lake and never see society again,’” Andrei answers, a teasing tone in his response. You roll your eyes and shake your head at his response. “I don’t really know what response I want, so let’s just say, whatever you’re feeling, then that’s the response I want.”
“I’m getting closer to where we were, I promise,” you say. “I’m getting there.”
“I’m not rushing you or anything,” Andrei quickly rushes out. You nod, slowly, and you and Andrei continue on your way to your car. Once you reach your car, you and Andrei are standing next to your door, facing each other, and trying to figure out what comes next. “So.”
“This is me,” you finish. “I guess it’s a good night, then?”
“I guess so,” Andrei answers. “May I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“If I give you a kiss good night, are you going to slap me and drive away and never talk to me again?”
You chuckle to yourself. “I think you should kiss me and find out.”
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t need to be slapped and walked out on. I’m good. I’ll see you later this week.”
Just before Andrei says goodbye, you place your hands on his face and pull him towards you. Wrapping your hands behind his neck, you place your lips on his and kiss him softly. In seconds, Andrei wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer against him. It’s been so long since you kissed him, and having his familiar, soft lips on yours is comforting. It reminded you of everything you working toward and everything you wanted. Andrei was everything you wanted.
When you both pull away, it was far too soon. Your eyes are searching his for signs of regret, but when you find none, you smile. You both lean in for another kiss, but before your lips land on his, you murmur against his lips “I love you.”
Andrei’s lips smile against yours as he says, “I love you, too.”
Maybe it would all be okay.
✹ ✹ ✹
It’s been five months since you moved out and returned your engagement ring, but now, you’ve officially moved back in with Andrei. You both haven’t discussed the extent of your engagement being elated with how comfortable things were. Things were going well, and you didn’t want to ruin that. You loved how things were, and with your time away to think and reflect, you know that things were going to be better.
“Go; sit, and I’ll bring you dessert,” Andrei commands.
“No, let me help,” you whine.
“Sit,” Andrei says, pushing you towards the table. You roll your eyes but take your drink and head towards the table. As you take a seat, you’re scrolling through your phone. You smile at the photos of the spouses and friends and their Instagram posts. The photos that used to make you hate yourself now made you happy and smile. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” you reply, taking the plate from Andrei. You grab the fork and take a piece of chocolate cake and eat it. As you’re chewing, you notice Andrei eyeing you with sad, furrowed eyes. “Is everything okay?”
He nods, solemnly. “Yeah, no, yeah.”
“Andrei.”
“Yeah?”
“What’s wrong?” you ask. Andrei glances down at the piece of cake in front of you and then back at your eyes. Confused, your eyes go down to the cake and notice it. “Andrei.”
“I figured it was time to ask you again,” Andrei murmurs and takes the ring that was sitting on the plate. “We’re going really well, and I want to seal the deal. Again. I love you. I love you so much, and I just want to be yours again. So, for the second time, will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”
“It’s always yes, Andrei. It will always be a yes,” you answer, and Andrei slides the ring onto your finger. He places a soft kiss on your lips.
“I’ll ask you as many times as I need because I’m yours forever.”
✹ ✹ ✹
“Good choice,” Andrei moans as he takes another bite from the cake.
“You already had the first bite, didn’t you?” you tease, taking a bite of your slice.
“Yeah, but I’m just telling you that it was a good choice.”
You smile at Andrei and continue eating the cake. Your feet hurt from a day of being on them. From walking from table to table, posing for pictures, or dancing, your feet ached so much from the festivities of your wedding day.
Three-and-a-half years after Andrei re-proposed to you, you were both officially the Svechnikovs. When wedding planning started, you both agreed to a fairly long (ish) engagement only to make sure that you were both comfortable with it. As the months and days crept closer to your wedding date, you knew that this time around, you were ready. The planning of the flowers, seating chart, wedding music, outfits, and the cake brought you joy (and a bit of stress), but you didn’t feel like you were living a lie.
This time around, the wedding and the future it would bring for you brought excitement instead of fear.
“So, how does it feel to be married to me?” Andrei asks, placing his fork on his empty plate.
You shrug. “It’s only been a few hours, so I can’t really give you an actual answer, but I do know that if it’s anything like the past six years of our life together, then I know it’s going to be one of the best things ever.”
“Best things ever, eh?”
You roll your eyes and playfully shove Andrei. “What’s it like being married to me?”
“A dream,” he flirts. You smile at his words and place your hand on his thigh. You were so glad you decided to take a step back and not throw away your relationship with Andrei because, like he said, being with him was a dream. It was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
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Behind the Game Face
andrei svechnikov x female!reader
summary - 1.8k words. Perhaps Andrei isn't the only one hiding feelings of jealousy.
part 7 of The Pretend Play
author's note - the grip this man has on me... that's all i can say
warnings - mentions of alcohol, reader getting a bit too drunk
In the pulsating heart of the club, where lights flickered like the rapid heartbeat of the night, Andrei and Y/N were adrift in a sea of sensory overload. Y/N, already feeling the effects of her earlier drinks, tried to maintain a facade of control as Andrei navigated them through the crowd, his presence a grounding force in the chaotic whirlwind of the club’s interior.
Their path was suddenly obstructed by a figure from Andrei’s past, a woman whose presence instantly changed the air around them.
“Look who we have here,” the woman, with her calculated smile and eyes that seemed to appraise everything they landed on, greeted Andrei with a familiarity that instantly set Y/N on edge. Her voice, sharp and clear amidst the cacophony, marked her territory without subtlety, her hand resting on Andrei's arm a silent claim that sparked a fierce irritation in Y/N.
“And you are?” her gaze shifted to Y/N, her voice dripping with disdain as if she was sizing up competition she'd already decided was beneath her.
“Elena, this is Y/N. Y/N, Elena,” Andrei's introduction was stiff, the tension palpable. Elena's examination was dismissive, her words laced with condescension. "Ah, the latest catch. How...quaint," she sneered, her dismissive glance a clear dismissal of Y/N's significance.
"Remember our time in Prague, Andrei? Those nights were unforgettable." Refocusing her attention on Andrei, Elena reminisced about a shared past in Prague, her words laden with innuendo, igniting a fierce blaze of jealousy within Y/N. The mention of intimate memories to which Y/N had no access felt like a deliberate provocation.
"Seems like some memories are better left forgotten," Y/N couldn't help but retort, her words sharper than intended, her filter dissolved by alcohol.
Elena's laughter grated on Y/N's nerves, her insinuation clear. "Oh, darling, you have no idea. Andrei here knows how to make a girl remember."
Y/N's discomfort grew with each passing moment, the combination of alcohol and jealousy clouding her judgment. Without a word, she turned, downing her drink and signaling the bartender for another. And another. As Elena's laughter echoed behind her, Y/N sought refuge and oblivion in the bottom of her glass, her emotions a whirlwind of hurt and resentment.
By the time Andrei realized Y/N had slipped away, she was on the dance floor, her movements unsteady, her laughter too loud. He excused himself from Elena's clinging presence, his concern for Y/N overshadowing any remnants of their earlier argument.
He found her surrounded by a crowd, the pulsating lights casting shadows over her face. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Andrei asked, reaching for her arm to steady her.
"Dancing, Andrei. What does it look like?" she slurred, her words slipping over each other.
"This isn't you. Let's get you out of here," he insisted, the scene before him a stark contrast to the Y/N he knew.
"Why? So you can go back to your precious Elena? Don't let me keep you," she shot back, her bitterness a clear.
“Let’s just leave,” he calmly suggested, she ripped her arm away from his grasp surprising him. “No I’m having fun,” she declared, though her swaying stance suggested otherwise.
“Y/N you’ve had too much to drink,”he said, bending slightly to place a comforting yet firm grip on her shoulders. “You know all about that don’t you?” she harshly remarked, her words cutting deep echoing the incident that put them here in the first place.
Andrei, with a firm but gentle grip, guided Y/N out of the club amidst her feeble attempts to break free, her movements sluggish and ineffective against his resolve. Retrieving their coats, he maneuvered them through the exit, her protests about the night being spoiled filling the air between them. As they stood outside, Y/N's stability wavered, her ability to remain upright compromised by her intoxication. Andrei, with a careful hand, supported her as they awaited a taxi, eventually helping her into the vehicle as he gave the driver the address to her apartment.
In the taxi, she slurriedly leaned against him, her head lolling onto his shoulder, he stiffened, unaccustomed to such closeness, yet found himself unable to pull away, his gaze fixed on the streetlights that danced across her features.
Standing outside her apartment she slurridely searched for her keys in her bag, “i can’t find them” she lamented repeatedly, her frustration mounting with each unsuccessful attempt. "Let me see," Andrei offered, his tone laced with barely concealed patience. Within moments, his hand emerged victorious, holding the elusive keys. Guiding her inside, the apartment bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows.
As he gently ushered her towards the couch, Y/N's ramblings began to unfurl, a stream of consciousness fueled by alcohol and raw emotion. "I hate you. I hate how you… always with them. The women, always smiling at you. I hate it," she confessed, her words cutting through him with their unvarnished truth.
Her words stung, a raw confession of jealousy and need. He watched her, a tempest of confusion and longing brewing within him as he knelt to remove her shoes, his hands gentle.
The task of helping her into pajamas was met with a respectful distance, his heart a tumultuous sea as the soft fabric slipped through his fingers. "I don’t understand… why does it bother me so much? You’re just... You, and I’m… I hate feeling like this. Why do you hate me being nice to others?" she queried, her voice a mix of innocence and accusation that tugged at something deep within him. He paused, the weight of her gaze heavy upon him.
"Let’s not do this now, Y/N. You’re not yourself," Andrei replied, his voice gentle, yet firm, as he carefully removed her makeup, his touch on her skin a bittersweet blend of intimacy and restraint.
She looked at him, her eyes a stormy sea of confusion and longing, and in a moment of impulsive vulnerability, she reached for him, her kiss a mix of desperation and softness. It was a collision of every unspoken emotion between them, a confession of need and denial.
“Don’t go. Stay with me, please.”
Her plea, a whisper against his lips, was the thread that unraveled him. He knew this wasn’t the time for truths, for the daylight would bring clarity and possibly regret. Yet, her need tethered him to her side.
“I’ll stay… but not like this. You need rest.”
He settled her into bed, her fingers slipping from his as sleep claimed her. Retreating to the couch, he was enveloped by the night’s silence, her words echoing in the chasm between them.
As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, the events of the night replayed in his mind, each moment a stitch in the fabric of their evolving relationship. The tenderness he had shown, her confused confessions, the fleeting kiss—it all painted a picture far more complex than any fake relationship should entail.
He realized then, in the quiet before dawn, that his feelings for Y/N were no longer a matter of convenience or pretense. They were real, as real as the ache in his chest when she spoke of hate, and as undeniable as the pull he felt towards her even now, separated by mere walls and unspoken truths.
-
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room where the hockey player lay on the couch, a thin blanket pulled over him. He stirred awake to an unfamiliar yet comforting aroma wafting through the air, the scent of brewing coffee mingling with something divine being cooked. For a moment, he forgot where he was, until the events of the previous night slowly pieced themselves back together in his mind.
Pushing himself off the couch, he stretched away the stiffness and followed the enticing smells to the kitchen. There he found Y/N moving around with an ease around the kitchen. She looked different in the morning light, her hair pulled back casually, a hint of vulnerability in her stance that he hadn’t noticed before.
“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of last night’s vulnerability. “I figured the least I could do, after you took care of me, was to make breakfast.”
He offered a small, appreciative smile, accepting the peace offering. "Smells amazing," he remarked, settling at the kitchen island, his gaze lingering on her.
The kitchen became a quiet refuge from the previous night's turmoil, their silence a comfortable blanket wrapping around them, hinting at a mutual understanding that was slowly knitting together despite their attempts at maintaining distance.
At one point, Y/N scooped up a spoonful of the meal she weas preparing, offering him a taste. As she brought the spoon to his lips, she instinctively placed her other hand under his chin, catching any stray drops. It was a small, almost intimate act that seemed to bridge the distance between them, even if just for a moment.
The food was delicious, a testament to her skills and effort to make amends, but as they ate, the weight of last night's words hung heavily between them. Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and resignation. “About last night... we can just forget it happened, right? Go back to being strictly professional?”
He paused, the taste of the breakfast turning bittersweet. Part of him wanted to dive into the conversation, to explore the truths that had been revealed in her moment of vulnerability. But the reality of their situation, the facade they had to maintain, loomed large. “Yeah,” he agreed reluctantly, “strictly professional.”
The agreement hung in the air, a mutual decision to bury their emerging feelings under the guise of professionalism. Yet, the care they had for each other, the glimpses of something deeper, couldn’t be entirely masked by their words. It was there in the way she had cooked for him, in the way he had cared for her the night before, and even now, in the shared looks that spoke volumes.
As they cleared the dishes, a silent acknowledgment passed between them, a recognition of the complex bond they were beginning to form. Despite their agreement to forget, it was clear that the events of the last night had irrevocably changed something between them, introducing a layer of care and affection that couldn’t be simply undone.
As he left her apartment that morning, the taste of her cooking lingering on his lips and the memory of her drunken confessions echoing in his mind, the hockey player couldn’t help but feel that their charade was evolving into something neither of them had anticipated or could easily dismiss.
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comes back to me, burning red - F. Andersen
Summary: Kendra Lee and Freddie Andersen lost touch after he was traded from Anaheim – will a surprise encounter bring back their friendship? And maybe more?
I’m jumping in as a pinch hitter for @misshoneyimhome for @callsign-denmark’s Luck of the Puck fic exchange! I haven’t written about Freddie in a little while so it was fun getting back to him – and thanks for answering all my questions! Such a lovely twist of fate after receiving my own fic from her today.
Flashback sections are in italics.
Words: 7.9k
Warnings: discussion of Freddie’s injuries, light angst, friends to lovers, cheesy flirting
Title from: Red by Taylor Swift
~
“Good morning Kendra Lee!”
Kendra grimaced, shutting the door to her yoga studio behind her, her long blonde hair swinging as she turned.
“Full name, first thing in the morning? What did I do?”
Her colleague and friend, Mimi, just snickered, shaking her head.
“Nothing bad, I promise,” Mimi said, smiling.
“Still ominous,” Kendra mused, swiping her staff card to log her as present in the building, “What’s going on?”
“Okay so you know how you moving over to Raleigh with me a month ago was to give you opportunities to do more yoga rehabilitation work?”
“Yes…?”
It was true, as vague as her friend was being. Having worked across yoga studios California for nearly 11 years, Kendra had jumped at the chance of diving more into rehabilitation work within yoga. Being made co-owner with Mimi and her sister Celeste was just the cherry on top.
“I was staying late last night to finish up the stock check and I got a call – specifically for you to do yoga rehab for an athlete needing conditioning to make his way back to playing. I know it’s right up your street, kind of exactly what you want to do more of, so I said yes.”
“You said yes already?” Kendra asked, surprised.
“I know, I know, but this is a huge opportunity. I said yes, with the caveat that I would double check timings with you this morning and let them know your availability for today,” Mimi explained.
“For today?” Kendra gasped.
“Yes, I know, but the guy organising it all for the athlete was insistent – the athlete chose you, off a list of yoga instructors based on feedback from other clients you had, and that’s huge,” Mimi said, wincing in apology.
Kendra took the time to think over her friend’s words, throwing her long blonde waves up in a twisted bun, her typical work hairstyle.
“You’re right. That is huge. Surprising, but huge. I guess, uh, just see what I’ve got this afternoon? I know I’ve got a couple of classes this morning already,” Kendra eventually said, “including…damn it, one that start in 15 minutes.”
Pregnancy Yoga, affectionately known as Moms who Move. Not women to mess around.
“Alright, you go get set up and I’ll call them back. Thanks, Kendra. And sorry for it being so last minute,” Mimi smiled.
“Hey, it happens. Let’s stay positive with it!” Kendra grinned.
As sudden as the work was, it really was where her heart lay, so this could only be a good thing right? Everything she’d been working towards?
“That’s the spirit I love! Get it girl!”
Kendra just laughed her way into Studio Two, her usual room, ready to make sure her class was set up in time.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Kendra was pleasantly tired. All three classes had run smoothly so far today and there had been no major hiccups (or incidents) with any of her students. Even the Grooving Grandmas class (the adorable name her group of 12 senior ladies gave themselves) had behaved today, which only left her in a great mood.
So great, she lost track of time, until Mimi poked her head into the room.
“Hey, Kendra, your 2pm is here.”
“Oh damn, the athlete?”
“Yeah that’s the one. I’m just finishing up his intake forms if you want to join us,” Mimi said with a smile.
Kendra smiled back, nodding as she followed her friend out to the front desk. If she was being honest with herself, she would’ve liked a bit more preparation time, or even a name to start with. Hell, even the sport the athlete played in would’ve been useful, so she could start thinking of a program for them. Hopefully the athlete would understand the last minute nature of the set up. Hopefully.
But standing there in the lobby was the last person she expected to see. Just as tall and gorgeous and imposing as she’d last seen him in Anaheim, before he left over 7 years ago. He was her athlete?
“Freddie?”
“It’s been a long time, Kendra,” he murmured, smiling.
“You two know each other?” Mimi said, confused.
~
“How are your teaching hours coming along? You can’t have many left now before the next level, right?”
Kendra smiled up at her boss brightly. After her initial 200 hours training, she knew that teaching yoga was going to be her life’s work, even though she was only 21. Having worked insanely hard over the past two years, she was nearly ready to lead classes all by herself rather than as an assistant, and wasn’t that a heady thought? “No, not many left at all. As of yesterday I actually have 990 hours logged.”
“So you’re nearly ERYT 200?” her boss, James, grinned.
The third level of yoga instructor, after two years and 1000 hours of teaching.
“Just 10 hours left!” Kendra said brightly.
“That’s kind of perfect, if I’m being honest. We’ve been contacted by the Anaheim Ducks to run a conditioning class for a portion of the team. There are 20 players who’ve signed up, and the idea is that those who find it useful will sign up for more classes.”
“20 ice hockey players. My God. Will they take it seriously?”
She’d seen plenty of jocks in her 21 years and she knew exactly how much they goofed around when they didn’t care about things.
“Oh yeah, this is mandatory for these players and I’ll be evaluating them to send it back to their trainers. It’s serious – and it’s a big opportunity for the studio too.”
“Yeah definitely. And it’ll be good to see a different type of client for a change,” Kendra nodded.
“We love our yoga moms, don’t front,” James mused.
Kendra just grinned. She did love her beginner’s yoga mom class, he was right.
“It’ll be a big opportunity for you too, to work with them. If enough sign up, I’d like you to take on at least one for solo instruction the moment you have those 1000 hours done, to give you that experience. But if any of them give you any trouble, you let me know, okay? I won’t stand for it, regardless of who they are.”
“Thanks boss.”
“Any time.”
By the time 11am rolled around, Kendra was nervous. Not a bad nervous though, more like butterflies. She was so closed to her next stage of yoga teaching that she could almost taste it. She just hoped that this giant group of giant men would be a positive experience. They arrived in a herd, filling up the room quickly, and Kendra waited at the front of the room off to the side while her boss waited for them all to be ready.
“Alright, thanks for joining us today. I’m James Fields, owner and lead yoga instructor here, and this is Kendra Lee, who will be running this class alongside me,” he started.
She just grinned at the curious looks sent her way. Let them underestimate her, that was fine.
“As you all know, this class is mandatory and I will be evaluating you for your conditioning staff, so pay attention and we’ll all have a great time.”
Kendra watched a few disgruntled expressions popping up and fought not to laugh. Hockey players. She should’ve known they wouldn’t be any different. As her boss continued to talk, Kendra’s eyes drifted across the room, eventually landing on the man in front of her. Well, man was pushing it – this guy couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than her. A broad-shouldered redhead, pretty face, serious expression taking in her boss’s words. This one was paying attention. This one wanted to learn. Good. Even from here she could tell he would tower over her, although at 5ft2 that wasn’t really a difficult barrier. Maybe 6ft4? Maybe? Either way, this guy was going to be a good student, she could already tell.
As if he could sense his eyes on her, the man glanced over, catching her gaze. She froze, a little embarrassed to be caught staring, but he just smiled. Oh what a lovely smile that was. It was all she could do to smile back.
“If you’re all ready then, Kendra will lead you through Sun Salutation to warm up.”
She broke out of her thoughts, waving cheerfully at them all and earning a laugh. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” she grinned.
~
“Yeah Freddie used to come to classes at my first studio, back in Anaheim about 10ish years ago. It’s been a while,” Kendra nodded, forcing a smile on her face.
Mimi raised an eyebrow but smiled politely at Freddie. “If you head on into Studio Two, Kendra will be right with you. I just need her to sign a form.”
He nodded, following the instructions with a smile sent Kendra’s way, leaving her alone with her colleague.
“Okay what the hell was that?” Mimi asked, wiggling her fingers in the direction Freddie went.
Kendra sighed, hands on hips.
“That was an old friend who I haven’t seen or spoken to in over 7 years. Him coming here out of the blue just threw me off, that’s all.”
“Is he going to be a problem? Because I have no issue with kicking him out if he doesn’t deserve a moment in your company,” Mimi said firmly.
It was times like this that Kendra really loved her friends.
“No, no it’ll be okay. There was no drama, we just drifted out of contact. Sure it sucked, but it was a long time ago? It’ll be fine. Besides, like you said, this is a big opportunity for me to do more with yoga rehab, right?”
Mimi pursed her lips but nodded. “Alright, if you’re sure. But let me know the second that you change your mind, if you need to.”
Kendra just gave her a quick hug, nudging her friend’s hip with her yoga mat, before heading resolutely towards Studio Two.
~
“So you enjoyed the last group class then?”
“I did. Anything to keep my flexibility up as good as it can get, right?”
Kendra just smiled, nodding. “Not that you seemed to have a problem with your flexibility.”
“Well I certainly haven’t had any complaints.”
He froze the moment the words left his lips, looking mortified. It was all she could do to burst into laughter at the horror on his face.
“I am so sorry. That was so unprofessional,” he groaned.
“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard since I’ve started here,” she said, still giggling, “You have nothing to worry about Mr Andersen.”
“Please, call me Freddie?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as his cheeks flamed red.
“Sure thing. Now let’s talk solo session scheduling – what works best for you?”
~
Kendra took a shaky breath as the memories of her first solo yoga session with Freddie washed over her, before steeling herself, pushing open the studio door. Freddie was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor on the mat he’d brought with him, and immediately smiled up at her, loosening a bit of tension in her chest. She could do this. She could totally do this.
“Hey, Freddie,” she said, unrolling her own mat.
“Hey Kendra. It’s good to see you,” he replied as she sat down opposite him.
“Good to see you too. I won’t say it isn’t a surprise because that would be a lie, but it is good to see you after all these years.”
Freddie winced a little, making her grimace inside. Was that too much?
“About that…”
He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck, so Kendra quickly shook her head. Their past wasn’t what this was all about, and it would do neither of them any good to hash it up now.
“You’re here now,” she said firmly, “So, yoga rehab. Do you know much about what it entails or if there’s anything your team specifically wants?”
“Uh, I only know the basics really. Obviously I’ve done it a lot before for conditioning, which is what my trainer said this mostly will be as my injury was a blood clotting issue rather than muscles or joints?”
Blood clots. Damn. And for someone only in their 30s?
“That must’ve been really scary,” she murmured.
His eyes widened a little in surprise, but he nodded, smiling sadly. “I genuinely thought my career was over. I’ve been out for stretches of time before, but never for anything like this. I felt…helpless,” he admitted.
She could only guess he was being so vulnerable because of their history but she still appreciated his honesty. It can’t have been easy to admit such a thing.
“I can imagine you would, yeah. But the team are figuring it out, right? They wouldn’t be signing you up for yoga rehab if they didn’t have a plan in place?” Kendra said, trying to be positive.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right. They’ve tried a few things and they seem to be happy with the results anyway – they’re looking at about a month if all goes well,” Freddie nodded.
“That’s fantastic. I’m glad I’ll be able to help you get back to where you need to be. I’ll do a bunch of research after today, to make sure I’m not pushing you too hard, to make sure I’m doing the best I can for you,” Kendra said, smiling.
One month. One month with a rehabilitation she’d never come across before. This was the exact kind of challenge she wanted – and it would be with Freddie?
“I know you will, Kendra. I trust you completely. I just…”
He trailed off, chewing his bottom lip, his hesitation making her chest ache.
“What is it?” she prompted, trying to be gentle.
“I don’t want this to be it. I’m not ready for my career to be over. I still want, no, need to prove myself,” he said softly.
“Your talent and reputation precede you, Freddie. Everything that you’ve achieved with the Leafs and now with the Canes? How beloved you are by teammates and fans? You prove yourself, every day.”
“You’ve followed my career?” he asked, clearly surprised.
To be fair, she didn’t think she would’ve been able to keep following him after he left Anaheim, but it was Freddie.
“How could I not? We were friends,” she shrugged, trying to keep her voice light.
A wave of sadness washed over Freddie’s expression, making her heart clench in her chest, but before he could speak, Kendra cleared her throat.
“You’ve got this, Freddie Andersen. We’re going to get you back to where you need to be, and you’re going to kick metaphorical ass. Maybe even literal ass if you need to,” she said firmly.
Freddie managed a small smile, nodding.
“Let’s do this then.”
~
“Hey, Kendra. Thanks for today. I really enjoyed the session.”
She looked up at Freddie as she took her hair out of the twisted bun she put it in for working, letting her hair cascade down her back in blonde waves.
“You don’t have to thank me every time, you know,” she mused.
After that fateful first group class, Freddie has eagerly signed on for more conditioning classes at her studio, and her boss had happily signed him on as her first solo yoga client the moment she reached her 1000 hours milestone. It had been intimidating, if she was being honest, but she was thriving under her own steam, leading all on her own. It didn’t hurt that Freddie was a willing student, keen to increase his flexibility and core strength. And it didn’t hurt that he was absolutely gorgeous either – but that was just for her own thoughts.
“I want to thank you though. The team, management in particular, are really noticing the work I’ve put in as full-time backup, and that’s all down to you,” Freddie said with a shrug and a smile.
“Well in that case, gold star for me,” she grinned.
Freddie barked out a surprised laugh, making her giggle as she rolled up her mat.
“Did you, uh…do you have any more classes now?” he asked, awkward enough for her to pay attention.
“No, you were my last of the day. Why?”
“There’s a new smoothie bar that’s opened up down the road and I was going to go after this – if you want, come with me? I’d love to learn more about how you got into yoga instruction so young,” he said hopefully.
Kendra eyed him for a moment, trying to read any implications or anything untoward in his words. The last thing she wanted was to give off the wrong impression, especially in her first adult job, but Freddie just looked so genuine that she couldn’t help but to smile. A friend couldn’t hurt, right?
“I could go for a smoothie,” she said after a moment or two, nodding.
“Great! Um, I’ll shower, change, and meet you in the lobby?”
“Sounds like a plan,” she mused, “See you soon.”
Within no time at all, Kendra had changed into a cute little cropped lilac sweater and black jeans, leaving her hair down her back to dry in waves. She hadn’t packed any makeup with her, annoyingly, but Freddie saw her all the time without makeup so she guessed it didn’t really matter. Even if she would’ve preferred a dashing of mascara and a swipe of lipgloss. Maybe she’d have to leave a spare of each in her work bag, just in case any future hangouts after work happened.
If today’s smoothie run wasn’t awkward, of course. Damn she hoped it wouldn’t be awkward.
“Ready to go?”
“Let’s do this!” Kendra said cheerfully.
Freddie just smiled down at her, easily towering over her 5ft2 frame with his 6ft4 one – yes she’d looked up his height to be certain, she was curious – opening up the door for her to walk through first.
“Such a gentleman,” she teased.
“I aim to please,” he drawled.
Kendra snorted, immediately covering her face in embarrassment, but Freddie grinned like a cat who got the cream.
“Cute snort,” he smirked.
“Ass,” she shot back, sticking out her tongue to let him know she wasn’t actually mad.
Freddie just laughed, a clear beautiful sound that sent butterflies in her stomach going overdrive. No, this was not the time. Be a professional. Don’t be a giggly idiot. Damn it.
The walk to the smoothie bar couldn’t have taken more than 5 minutes, the two of them staying in a comfortable silence – something that Kendra found difficult with people she’d known for years, so for her to feel such at ease with someone she barely knew? It was strange. Nice, but strange.
“Okay, what’ll it be?” he asked, looking up at the board, “My treat.”
“Are you sure?” she frowned.
Sure, this was her first job and she’d only been in it a couple of months, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pay her way.
“Absolutely sure. I insist,” Freddie said firmly.
The intensity in his eyes, warm but solid, made her inhale sharply and nod. If he insisted…
“I’ll have almond milk, pineapple, kale, and mango, with a dash of honey. Thanks, Freddie,” she said, smiling up at him.
He just smiled back down at her, sending those butterflies into overdrive again, stepping forward to repeat her order as well as giving his own. When their smoothies arrived, Freddie walked over to a table in the corner so she followed, sitting down with a happy sigh.
“Oh man that’s good. Thanks for inviting me out,” Kendra said, after taking a sip of her smoothie.
“You’re welcome. It’s nice to actually meet someone near my age that as interested in yoga as I am,” Freddie said simply.
“Yeah? Not too many friends or girlfriends wanting to join you?” she asked, somehow managing to stop herself cringing to hard at the wording of her question.
Freddie just smirked slightly but didn’t call her out, thankfully. “No friends who want to do yoga with me, no. Most the team only do yoga when they absolutely have to. And no girlfriend either.”
“That’s a shame,” she said lightly, ignoring the zing through her body, “Yoga is fun and a great stress-reliever.”
“Is that why you got into it then?”
Kendra relaxed back into her seat, taking another sip of her drink, before starting to talk. Over the next hour, the two of them exchanged life stories, getting to know each other properly. Freddie talked about his career so far in the Danish league, how different and difficult it was to move over to Anaheim in August, how he’s just trying to make his mark now he’s been with down with the AHL team most the season and only up for a week. In turn, Kendra talked about how she’d always lived in California, having moved from her hometown in Santa Monica to Anaheim after meeting her now-boss at a training course, how she’d seen her mom doing yoga with her friends and fallen in love with the flow and peacefulness of it as well as the strength it gave. Talking to Freddie felt like they’d been friends for all her life, something she’d never experienced before, and she could only hope this wasn’t the last time they got to do this. Freddie was special, that was clear as day, and she felt lucky to see this relaxed side of him that she doubted many were privy to.
Eventually though, once their smoothies were finished, they had to leave before they overstayed their welcome, and Freddie walked her back to her car.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking across the parking lot on my own, you know,” she mused, jerking her chin in the direction of his car, all the way on the other side.
“And if some weirdo stalks you to your car when I can prevent that, I’d rather avoid you being alone,” he shrugged.
“Aww are you my knight in shining armour, Mr Andersen?” she teased.
Interestingly, his cheeks dusted with a blush.
“I’ll sweep you off your feet any time you need, Miss Lee,” he smirked.
Kendra just burst out laughing, shaking her head at his banter flirting. Ridiculous guy. This was going to be a fun friendship, she could already tell.
“Give me your number? We can sort out another smoothie run,” Freddie said, smiling.
She ignored those traitorous butterflies and nodded, unlocking her phone and handing it over. It could only be a good thing to have more friends in Anaheim, right?
“You think you can handle seeing me outside of the yoga studio?” she mused.
“Oh I know I can.”
~
Kendra and Freddie settled on three yoga sessions a week for his rehabilitation, 12 in total, to give him the conditioning build up he needed while still taking care to manage his recovery. She’d spent all night after that first meeting researching and planning the best course of movements and flows for him, making it challenging but helpful, eventually dragging herself back to bed at 4am, satisfied that what she’d planned would help him.
With any client, she would want to make sure she was satisfied, but with Freddie? She needed it to. Even after everything, she didn’t want to let him down.
Their first two sessions went well, the first mostly easing Freddie back into the swing of things, assessing where his strengths and weaknesses were, and the second session left Freddie groaning but smiling, happy he was able to push himself. Their third session, which Kendra was preparing for, would be another mild push, nothing extreme but still to see where she would need to adjust any plans.
It was all a process, but one she was enjoying immensely. Not just because of her student.
“Knock knock.”
Kendra jolted out of her thoughts, hand on her heart as Freddie walked into the studio with a grin.
“You are the worst,” she groaned.
“So you don’t want the smoothie I picked up on the way?” he mused.
He brought her a smoothie?
Her lips parted in surprise, but she stuck her hand out anyway, Freddie just laughing as he passed it over. The moment she took a sip, a wave of nostalgia ran over her. All she could think about were the smoothie runs and coffees hangouts and even the occasional lunch they used to go to together. Two and a half years of memories all flooding through her system, and it was all she could do to keep her face calm and neutral as the memories of conversations and vulnerability and laughter swirled through her thoughts. This wasn’t fair. This really wasn’t fair. She wanted to be mad at him for daring to dive back into their past like him leaving meant nothing, but how could she? How could she be mad when those memories still brought her joy?
“Almond milk, pineapple, kale, and mango, with a dash of honey. My favourite. Maybe you’re not the worst. You really remembered this?”
“Of course I did. I loved our smoothie dates,” Freddie nodded, smiling.
Dates?
“Dates?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Figure of speech? I don’t speak English?” he offered.
“Yeah nice try, I’m pretty sure your English is better than most people I know,” Kendra mused.
Freddie blushed but laughed.
“How could I forget anything about the girl who got me doing the best Bridge pose of my life, hm?”
She tried valiantly not to think about how good Freddie looked bent over in a backwards arch. Valiantly.
“Alright, but don’t think this means I’ll go easy on you, Freddie,” she said brightly, “We’ve still got a lot of work to do.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he grinned, “Give it to me rough.”
Kendra took a moment, trying to hold in her laughter, before she gave in and cackled.
“Oh man that was so bad, even for you,” she grinned.
“Not my finest, I’ll give you that,” Freddie shrugged, a light blush on his cheeks, “Still made you laugh though.”
Well he wasn’t wrong there.
Kendra sipped on her drink while Freddie laid out his mat, leaving the cup in a safe spot as she moved to stand in front of him.
“As always, let’s start with Sun Salutation,” she grinned.
The next hour flew by. As she promised him, Kendra did push him hard – some of the poses he wasn’t quite ready for, she could see that, at least even for the length of time they were trialling today. His natural flexibility hadn’t left him, that much was obvious, but there was still work to do. At least she could take pride in being part of rehabilitation that would never push him further than he was ready for. His safety, physical and mental, was the most important thing.
But he could do this. She knew that he could do this, and that excited her.
“Alright, that’s us done for today. Thanks, Freddie,” Kendra said softly.
Freddie opened his eyes, practically floating from savasana, face flushed from exertion.
“Thank you, Kendra. I feel awesome. Tired but awesome,” he grinned.
“Not aching too much anywhere?” she asked, standing up gracefully.
Freddie groaned as he stood up, rolling his shoulders as he checked in with himself. Kendra smiled wryly at the action – at least she could trust an athlete to know his own body.
“No, not too much,” he said.
“Are you sure?” she frowned, hands on hips.
“I promise. I know the difference between aching from a good workout to aching from injury and pain. This is good,” Freddie insisted.
Well alrighty then.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Kendra said happily, rolling her neck from side to side to loosen tension, “Take a shower, Andersen, I can smell you from here.”
Freddie barked out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement.
“Care to join me?”
“In your dreams.”
Freddie just smirked, sending a shiver down her spine. There. That was it, the spark she’d been missing for so many years.
“See you on Wednesday?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Freddie nodded.
~
From: Freddie
I have a return date
March 7th
From: Kendra
That’s amazing! I told you that you could do it!
These last eight sessions have really paid off!
Do you feel ready?
From: Freddie
As always, I should’ve trusted that you were right lol
I think so? My body does for certain
From: Kendra
And your mind?
If you don’t feel mentally ready, Freddie, please don’t let them push you
From: Freddie
Thanks, I appreciate that
I think it’s more nerves than not mentally ready?
Like, I don’t want to let the team down. And I don’t want critics to call me washed up
From: Kendra
You could never let the team down
They can see your passion, see how hard you’re working
And screw the critics. They don’t know you or your body
You are the furthest thing from washed up, so don’t talk about yourself like that
From: Freddie
I’ve missed your fire. Yes ma’am
From: Kendra
Damn right you have. That’s more like it
From: Freddie
Can I still finish off my course of session with you?
And maybe carry on for a few more afterwards?
Just to make sure I still have that confidence?
From: Kendra
As many as you want
I’m here for whatever you need
From: Freddie
Whatever I need?
I like the sound of that
~
“So today’s your last official yoga rehab session with Freddie. How are you feeling?”
“Yeah, it’s all gone really well. It’s been nice reconnecting with him, as well as seeing him grow back into his conditioning and confidence. You were right, Mimi, this was a great idea,” Kendra grinned.
Mimi and Celeste both smiled at her, but the smiles quickly turned hesitant. What? What was wrong?
“Has he said something? Have the Canes said something?” she asked, starting to worry.
Had she done something wrong and he hadn’t had the guts to tell her?
“No, no, god no. Freddie’s had nothing but high praise for you since he got here and I have no doubt he’ll be saying the same to his team,” Celeste said quickly.
“He talks about me?” Kendra asked, not knowing whether to ignore the butterflies in her stomach or not.
“He does. And he always has a smile on his face when he leaves here, same as you. We just…”
“Just what?” she prompted.
“We just want you to be careful,” Celeste said, finishing her sister’s sentence.
What the hell?
Mimi winced at Kendra's expression before clearing her throat.
“When I met you, it was obvious that part of you was missing,” Mimi said softly, Celeste nodding.
What?
“What do you mean?” Kendra frowned.
“This fun flirty side of you? These beaming smiles? It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but seeing you around Freddie makes so much sense,” Mimi explained.
Okay that was crazy.
“We really are just friends,” Kendra said, shaking her head.
Mimi and Celeste send her matching disbelieving looks.
“No, really,” Kendra said, shrugging, “We always had this flirty banter but it was never anything more than that.”
“Never anything more?” Celeste said, raising an eyebrow, “Not even once?”
“No!” Kendra laughed, “He would come to my yoga classes, we’d get coffee or smoothies occasionally, sometimes lunch, but never anything more.”
“I really don’t think you see what we see. What no doubt everyone sees when they watch the two of you,” Mimi said.
“You can’t fake that kind of chemistry, Kendra. He clearly has feelings for you,” Celeste added.
What?
He had feelings for her?
And everyone saw it?
Mimi and Celeste watched her obvious turmoil with soft pitying smiles.
“Think about it. Just think about it. That’s all we’re saying,” Mimi said, her voice warm and reassuring, “And be careful?”
“You’re our girl, okay? We just want you to be happy,” Celeste said, smiling.
“Uh yeah, sure. I’ll think about it,” Kendra murmured.
It was all she could do to walk in a straight line for their staff kitchen, desperately needing a cold bottle of water to sip on while she sorted through her thoughts.
She’d always found Freddie attractive. That was something she could admit to without hesitation. But it was something she’d buried deep, knowing she could never act on it. Bringing that acknowledgement back up to the surface was terrifying, because it wasn’t just a physical attraction – it was everything about him. If she let herself think about how attracted she was to him, let herself think about his laugh, and his kindness, and his terrible taste in coffee, and his soft smile when he talked about his family, and literally everything else about him…she felt like she would explode.
How was she supposed to behave normally around him in their last scheduled yoga session, when all of these dangerous feelings were bubbling at the surface?
No, she had to find a way. She couldn’t ruin everything, not when she’d just got him back into her life. She just couldn’t.
Somehow, she managed to keep a lid on her emotions for her entire day until Freddie’s session at the end of her evening, running through the most challenging routines that pushed him to his limit, but left him with a smile on his face. He was ready. He was really ready for his return to play in two days time.
So why did it feel like everything was ending?
Freddie had stayed mostly quiet, focusing on his movements, but there were times in between flows that she caught him staring at her as if he was thinking. Thinking hard. It was almost off-putting, if it didn’t make her feel giddy. Were her friends right? Were her feelings really reciprocated?
Whatever was going through his mind, she didn’t know, but even she could feel a trembling intensity between the two of them that she couldn’t put a finger on. It felt like…anticipation.
When their class was over, Freddie insisted on waiting for her to grab all of her things, Mimi and Celeste just smirking as he waved goodbye to them, escorting her out to her car. This time he apparently hadn’t parked that far away from her, so he was insistent on walking her properly, although it could definitely be classed as more of an extremely slow stroll rather than a walk.
Like he was drawing this out as much as she was.
“You must be freezing,” Freddie murmured, “Here take my jacket.”
Before Kendra could form a word of protest at his sudden words, Freddie was slipping his jacket off and placing it over her shoulders. The warmth immediately hit her body, thrumming through her veins, and she knew without a doubt that her burning cheeks gave her thoughts away.
“There. Better?”
It was all Kendra could do to nod, staying silent as Freddie made a grunt of approval. Why was this affecting her so much? It was a just a jacket. It was just a jacket, right? It didn’t stop her sinking into the warmth though, picking up the scent of his cologne, ignoring the way her heart started beating that little bit faster.
She had to say something. She had to say something.
“Freddie…I need to ask you a question,” she said softly.
“Go for it,” he mused.
“Did you know it was me when you agreed to do a yoga rehab course?”
“What?”
Kendra exhaled a little shakily, but shook her head. She needed to know.
“When your team suggested yoga classes as part of your rehab treatment plan, how did you pick a teacher? Did you know I would be running this for you?”
“Ah.”
A single word. How ominous.
But Kendra just stayed silent, unwilling to say anything else before he did. She needed to know. It would change everything.
“The team gave me a list of options, with short descriptions about the teacher and any feedback from other clients. And…the moment I saw your name on the list, I didn’t have to think any further or look at anyone else,” he murmured.
“What?”
Freddie let out a shaky breath, halting his walk, so Kendra stopped next to him. What did he mean by that?
“I took it as a sign from the universe that I finally had a chance to make up for letting our friendship fizzle out. You were one of the best parts about Anaheim for me, and I was so wrapped up in my head in Toronto that I was stupid enough to let our friendship go. To let you go. I wanted to see you again. I knew that you would be amazing from the yoga side of things, but to get the chance to say that I’m sorry? I couldn’t pass that up.”
As he spoke, his words clear and his expression more serious than she’d ever seen, her heart started racing like it never had before. He really meant all of that, didn’t he? He really chose her?
“You have nothing to apologise for,” she eventually said, a little more breathless than she would care to admit.
“Yes, I do,” Freddie replied, huffing out a laugh, “You deserved better than I treated you.”
He looked relieved, like her being mad at him was even a possibility (not with them, never with him), but she just shook her head. Yeah, it had hurt at the time, when she finally resigned to losing contact with him – but that was over 7 years ago. With time, that hurt had faded into an ache, which in turn faded to occasional wistfulness. She could never hold a grudge against him for a trade, and certainly not for following his dream. That just wasn’t who Kendra was.
She started walking again, Freddie wasting no time in joining her, even though their steps were practically glacial in speed.
“Maybe I deserved a little better communication but it was so long ago, Freddie. I’m not holding onto past grudges. And honestly, the fact that you chose me because you wanted to reconnect? That’s all I needed.”
“Really?” he asked, voice hopeful.
“Really really,” she grinned, “Although I’m sure you can think of something to make it up to me.”
A grin spread across Freddie’s face too, making her feel a little giddy.
“Anything you wanted, Kendra Lee.”
“That is a dangerous offer, Frederik Andersen,” she shot back.
He just shrugged, grin not leaving his face. “You know I’m good for it.”
This, these flirty exchanges, served to do nothing other than light her blood on fire. Why was it always so easy to slip back into this with him like nothing had changed? That was a good thing, right?
“Come out with me on St Patrick’s Day night,” she blurted.
He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed, but she just laughed.
“I’m going to a karaoke bar with Mimi and Celeste – join us,” she explained.
“That’s what you want? Out of all the things you could’ve asked for…you want me to join you for karaoke,” he said incredulously.
Kendra inhaled sharply at the implication in his words but nodded anyway, hoping she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
“I do. It’ll be fun, to see you outside of work, and to do something with you that we’ve never done before. We already have a little booth booked and it’ll be better than cramming into a regular bar for St Patrick’s Day,” she said firmly.
He laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief, before eventually nodding.
“Alright, I’ll be there. Text me the address,” he mused.
Kendra just grinned, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach as they finally reached her car.
“Thanks for lending me your jacket, Freddie.”
“Any time.”
~
By the time the evening of the 17th March rolled around, Kendra was buzzing. She'd not seen Freddie since his debut back on the ice, him having given the three of them tickets to say thank you. Watching him win? It was everything, and she couldn't have been prouder of him. But with his schedule and hers, he hadn't scheduled any more classes like he'd said he'd wanted to, so Kendra had been limited to text messages, hoping that her daydreams weren't just silly fantasies.
Kendra, Mimi, and Celeste had been in O'Malley's for an hour, and Freddie still hadn’t arrived. The longer that time went on, the more disappointed she felt, not wanting to believe that after everything they’d regrown between them that he would just ghost her. No, that wasn’t Freddie. It couldn’t be Freddie.
“Breathe. Have a drink. He promised he’d be here, right?” Celeste said with a sweet smile.
“He did. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have changed his mind,” Kendra sighed.
“Hey, no sad faces. It’s St Patrick’s Day and we’re having a good time!” Mimi said cheerfully.
Kendra just groaned, taking a big gulp of her beer, her friends just cheering. They were right. She couldn’t dwell on this. If Freddie was going to come or whether he wasn’t, she was still out with her friends to have a good time. That was what she needed to focus on.
“Up next, Kendra singing Red!”
“Ooh girl that’s you, go!” Mimi squealed.
Kendra took a deep breath to steel herself, sliding out of their booth with a confident smile. If anyone could make her feel better, it would be Taylor Swift, she knew that much. As the intro music starting playing, she focused on letting it flow through her, tapping her foot in time with the beat.
“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street,
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly,
Loving him is like trying to change your mind,
Once you're already flying through the free fall,
Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all.”
As if summoned by magic, the door to the pub opened, and Freddie walked in. Within seconds he saw her standing on the karaoke stage and stopped in his tracks, offering her a small stunned smile. He came. He didn’t ghost her. Freddie actually came as she asked him. That had to mean something, right?
“Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes,
Tell myself it's time now gotta let go,
But moving on from him is impossible,
When I still see it all in my head,
In burning red,
Burning, it was red.”
She found herself pouring her emotions into the words, pouring everything she felt about Freddie into the song, not able to take her eyes off him. By now, Mimi and Celeste had noticed how she was performing just for Freddie – she could see their grins from across the room – and a few other patrons were starting to notice too. But she couldn’t stop herself. Her body felt almost out of control, singing her heart out to the only man who’d ever truly held it.
“Oh, losing him was blue, like I'd never known,
Missing him was dark gray, all alone,
Forgetting him was like trying to know,
Somebody you never met,
'Cause loving him was red,
Yeah, yeah, red,
Burning red.”
His eyes were almost wild, locked onto her like she was the only person in the room. It was a heady feeling, giving her the confidence she needed to finish the song with a smile.
“And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head,
Comes back to me, burning red,
Yeah, yeah.”
She curtseyed dramatically to cheers and applause as the song ended, a wide grin on her face, and she moved to step off the stage, Freddie was already there with a hand extended to help her down. She took it silently, inhaling sharply as Freddie didn’t let go – instead her guided her across the room to the bar, the crowd parting with whatever intensity was on his face, so much so that they were served immediately.
“Two baby guinnesses,” Freddie asked politely.
The barman just laughed, nodding as he poured the shots, Freddie not letting go of her hand even as he paid for their drinks. He passed her one of the shots with a hopeful smile, the sweetness in his eyes intoxicating, so she clinked the glass gently with his, the cool liquid sliding down her throat smoothly.
“I wasn’t sure if you would make it,” Kendra said, offering him a small smile.
“I was thinking. Thinking about a lot of things. And I have something I need to say,” Freddie murmured, voice barely audible above the rumble of the room’s conversation.
“Oh?” she said, breath caught in her throat.
“I need to be honest with you, Kendra. I don’t think I can do any more classes with you.”
Oh. Everything in her chest felt like it was crumbling, Kendra barely able to get a breath in.
Wait, what?
“It would be incredible unprofessional of me,” Freddie added.
“Unprofessional? Freddie, if I’ve done something-”
The last thing Kendra was expecting was for Freddie to cut off her words with a kiss.
And not just any kiss. A toe-curling, melt into his arms, curl her fingers into his shirt kind of kiss. As his hands cupped her face and his lips moved with hers, it was all she could do to let out a soft little moan, interrupted only at the chorus of cheers and whistles around them. Freddie broke the kiss with a soft laugh, Kendra just feeling dazed, but his shy smile just made her giddy all over again.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I just didn’t think I could,” he admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
They were right. Mimi and Kendra were right.
“What changed?” she managed to ask.
“We changed,” he said. “We’ve both grown so much in ourselves since I left Anaheim and I am proud of both of us for taking what we need to make ourselves happy and successful. But I don’t want to lie to myself any more, thinking that I don’t need you too.”
“You need me?” she said, surprised.
“I do, in every way. I was an idiot for so many years, Kendra. I don’t want to waste any more time,” he said seriously.
“Jesus, Freddie, knock a girl for six why don’t you,” she said, huffing out a laugh.
He froze at her words, clearly fearing the worst, but Kendra just grinned. How could she be anything but excited?
“I’m yours, Freddie Andersen. I always have been,” she said happily.
The smile that spread across his face was worth a thousand lifetimes. This was what she had been waiting for. Exactly this.
“Now, buy me another drink and sing a song with me, and I’ll consider kissing you again,” Kendra grinned.
He laughed in disbelief but grinned so widely in response that it made her giddy. “One blue moon pale ale, coming right up.”
Her favourite girls night drink? How did he remember everything she’d ever said? They were really doing this. They were finally doing this.
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” she laughed.
“Probably. You love it though.”
That she did.
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feeling kinda soft and thinking about dad andrei 🥹 what do you think the first family vacation with kids would be like?
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okay, idk if this is exactly what you requested, but i tried bestie! love ya <3
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tw: kids/children
you had been on vacation with theo but never theo and anastasia, so it was going to be a big ordeal when it finally came time to take them both.
because they were both so young, there were only two options in their minds when it came to vacation. either a theme park or a waterpark, which greatly limited your options.
"i don't want to go to a waterpark," andrei whined as he looked over at your computer screen to see what you were doing.
"and you think i do?"
"why can't we go to like a beach or something?"
"because we have kids." you reminded him, jabbing him jokingly in the side, "now, can you look at this? does this look fun for kids?"
a few months later, you were finally at the waterpark. theo and anastasia's heads were on a swivel the entire time as they took everything in.
"over there!"
"there!"
"mommy, look!"
"do you want to go on that one?" you pointed to a waterslide.
"that one." anastasia pointed to a bigger one. it wasn't the biggest one at the park, but it was the biggest one in the kiddie area.
your eyes widened, "are you sure? that's a big one." she nodded her head, "all right." you sighed, setting her down and holding her hand, "ana wants to go on the big one over there."
"me too!" theo exclaimed, jumping up.
you looked up andrei, a similar look of horror on both of your faces. you eventually found yourself waiting in the long line to get on the waterslide.
"why are we doing this? how did we end up here?" you asked andrei, keeping an eye on theo and anastasia who were entertaining each other while you waited in line.
"we're going on vacation, me and you, to a beach. a warm one. no kids, just me and you." andrei wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"i won't complain." you sighed.
"next." the person working the slide called you over. theo and anastasia sat in the front while you and andrei sat in the back. after you got off, both kids were buzzing.
"was that fun?" andrei asked them, holding each kid in each arm.
"so much." theo nodded.
"hungry." ana stated.
"all right, let's get some lunch."
by the afternoon, both kids were exhausted and passed out. you carried theo while andrei carried anastasia, back to the car. after you strapped them both in, you sat back in the driver and passenger seats, enjoying the air conditioning from the car and a breath without kids crawling all over you.
"what if we just fell asleep right here?" andrei joked, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
"can we just cancel the rest of the trip? today was enough." you yawned.
"sounds good." andrei yawned.
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Teuvo Teravainen x OC
For @callsign-denmark for @wyattjohnston ’s WINTER FIC EXCHANGE 2K24!!!!! This was so fun to write!!
A/N: This was so fun to write!! I loved being your super secret fic exchange human!! I loved getting to know you @callsign-denmark !!!!!!! This is my first time writing an OC so I hope it’s ok.
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Little backstory: Kate’s full name is Katherine Elizabeth Jarvis. Becca and Kate grew up together and are the same age (being born in 97). Becca also has a little brother that is Seth’s age but did not go pro. Takes place over Christmas time (I know it’s a month past). First time writing an OC, so it’s not the best
TW: None, Kate is a little bit of an ass at first
“Hey Kate, your brother is calling.” Becca calls across the barn.
“Say what now.” She called back. “Hold on, I'll be there in a minute.” As she starts walking over, a lamb with black sock follows her over.
As she grabs the phone from her, she answers. “Hello?”
“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”
“What? Why?”
“Have you not been on the group chat for the past 20 minutes?”
“No, one of the lambs got out and I had to spend a half hour chasing it because it wouldn’t come to a bucket of grain.”
“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”
“I ask again why?”
“Did you not see the game last night?”
“No, I did not. I haven't watched one of your games since you were drafted.” Kate started rolling her eyes “I went to enough of your games growing up.”
“Rude, I was checked into the boards last night and I broke two ribs.”
“You’re a grown adult, why do I need to come babysit you?”
“Mom said you need to come babysit me, cause I apparently can’t take care of myself.”
“Any idea how long I’ll be there?”
“I don’t know, till I’m better.”
“Good lord, fine I’ll be there in two days, but you’re paying for my show fees for the next year.”
“Ok see you in two days.”
After Seth hangs up Kate turns to Becca. “Hey, can you finish feeding and watering everyone?”
“Sure, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m going down to Carolina. Seth broke two of his ribs and mom wants me to take care of him.”
“Isn’t he like 21?”
“Yes but for some reason he can’t be a grown adult and take care of himself.”
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“Hey, just got off the plane. Where are you at and where do I need to meet you?”
“Hello to you too, I’m sitting at the arrivals gate. I'll meet you there and then we’ll go down to baggage claim.”
“Ok I’ll meet you there.”
As she starts walking to arrivals, she pulls out her phone to text her favorite Great Dane.
“Hey Frederik.”
“What’s with the full name?”
“Wanted to get your attention.”
“Ahh, why?”
“Want to get lunch soon? I’m down here for a while taking care of Seth.”
“Sure, just let me know when.”
Once Kate gets to the arrival gate she not only sees her brother but another person with him.
“Seth!” As he turns around to see who called him the other person turns to, she recognizes him but cannot place his name. Kate turns to the player next to him. “Remind me of your name?”
“Teuvo.”
“Thank you.” Turning back to Seth. “Why could Teuvo take care of you? And doesn’t he live with you?”
“He’s still playing and traveling with the team. And yes.”
“Ahh. So where did you park?”
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“Have you gotten any snow yet?” Kate pipes up from the backseat.
“No.” Teuvo answers back quietly.
“That sucks, we’ve gotten 30 cm a couple times already.”
“Damn it's not very festive in here.” She states after Seth unlocks the door and lets her in first.
“We’ve been on the road for the past two weeks so we haven’t had time to decorate.”
“First order of business is to liven this place up. Can we go get a Christmas tree this weekend?”
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“You ready to pick out a tree?”
“Yes, let me put my shoes on first.” Seth calls out. “Turbo, you ready?”
“Yeah.” He calls coming out of his room.
“What do you think of this one?” Kate asks as they peruse the lines of trees to find the best one.
“Oo this one looks nice.” Seth says as he turns around to see the one his sister is holding up. “What do you think, Turbo?”
“I like that one.”
“Then let’s get this one.” She says, “Seth, can you carry it?”
“Can’t, broken ribs remember.” He looks over at her with a deadpan look.
“Fine, Teuvo will you help me carry it to the front?”
“Sure, do you want the front or the back?”
“I’ll take the front.”
As the three of them head back to the apartment. Kate pipes up. “So do you have any sentimental ornaments here or do we need to run to Target?”
“Let’s make a quick run to Target, we don't have any tree decorating supplies.” Seth says getting in the other lane to turn into Target.
“So we need a stand, lights, some ornaments and a star.” Kate says, pushing the cart down the different aisles. “What do we think of these lights?” She asks the boys turning around to show them the multicolored lights, but they were nowhere to be found. As she walks down the aisles trying to find them as she turns down the last one she sees them playing with two hockey stick ornaments. “What are you two doing?” As the two of them look up sheepishly. “I think we have found our first two ornaments, put them in the cart. Any more ornaments while we’re down here in this aisle?”
“How about this one?” Teuvo asks, holding up a small canes logo.
“That one looks perfect.”
“Alright, are we ready to start decorating?” Kate asks as she starts to unpack the bags they got at the store. As Seth makes the hot chocolate and starts the Christmas music. “Teuvo will you help me untangle the lights?”
“Sure.” He says taking them gently from her hands and handing her back one end.
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“Where are you going, that you are getting this dressed up for?” Seth asks from the doorways as Kate puts the finishing touches of her makeup on and fluffs her brown hair up one last time.
“I’m going out with Freddie.”
“How do you know Freddie?”
“I’ve met him before at a game in Winnipeg. I bumped into him going to get coffee before one of the games and I recognized him.”
“You do know Freddie has a girlfriend right.”
“Yeah we’re just friends.”
“You look gorgeous.” Freddie spoke as he opened the door to his car as he met her up on the sidewalk.
“Thank you, so where are we going for dinner?”
“Sushi sound good?”
“Yes.”
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“And a goal for Teuvo Teravainen!” Yells Tripp Tracy though the TV screen as Seth turns on the TV.
“I told you that the game started 10 minutes ago, but no you wanted to go get ramen an half hour before puck drop.”
“Sorry I was hungry.” As Seth turns back to cheer on the boys in Ottawa. Kate looked down at her phone and started to text Teuvo. “Your goal looked awesome!! Congrats <3”
When the team got back from Ottawa, Seth was out grocery shopping and Kate stayed back at the apartment to reorganize the kitchen. She heard the front door open and called out. “I’m almost done here then you can bring the groceries in and put them away.”
“Was I supposed to bring home groceries?”
“No, I thought you were Seth.” Kate spoke standing up and walking towards him. “Can I give you a hug for your goals and winning the game?”
“Sure.” He spoke softly.
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“Are you sure you want to do this? You haven’t skated since you were in high school.”
“Yes, Seth I’m fine it’s not something you forget, and if I fall I have two big strong men to catch me.” She said, patting both of their chests while Seth shot her a displeased look.
“You ready?” Teuvo asks, grabbing the skates she was going to use off the table and handing them to her. “Do you need help tying them?”
“Yeah I feel pretty good, it’s been a little while since I’ve skated but I feel pretty good.” As Kate starts lacing up her skates, she looks up at Teuvo. “No, I’m good, that's one muscle memory that doesn't go away.”
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“So when do we want to eat Christmas dinner?” “Teuvo, in Finland they eat the main Christmas meal of the 24th correct?”
“Yes, they do.”
“That’s what we’ll do then.”
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“Hey Seth, will you set the table please?” Kate asks from the kitchen, stirring a pot that neither Seth or Teuvo knew what it contained. “Seth, can you please come pull the ham out of the oven?”
“Sure.” As soon as Kate put all the dishes and plates on the table the boys were surprised with the amount of food to feed an army. And all the different dishes, there was Ham, Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, rosolli salad, Porkkanalaatiko, bread, and gravlax.
“Kate, this looks like the best meal I’ve seen outside of Finland.”
“What’s the fish stuff?” Seth asked, poking it with his fork.
“It's salmon, you like salmon, just try it.”
“I hope you saved room for dessert, I made gingerbread cookies.” Kate mentioned pulling the tray out from the oven.
“I’ll start the coffee machine and turn on the Christmas movies.” Seth looks over at him questioningly. “It’s tradition to eat gingerbread cookies and coffee on Christmas and watch Christmas movies.”
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As Seth emerged from his room on Christmas, the sight of his sister standing over the stove cooking something was foreign as on Christmas, their mom usually just pops a breakfast casserole in the oven and lets it cook while they open presents. As he walked over to the stove he asked. “What are you doing, and what have you done with my sister?”
“Haha, very funny. I was researching Finnish Christmas traditions and they normally have rice porridge with butter and cinnamon for breakfast. And I don’t want Teuvo to feel left out.”
“But what about our breakfast casserole?”
In response to him asking that question she opens up the oven and inside is a breakfast casserole bubbling away.
“Kate, you didn’t have to do this for me.” He says as he stirs the porridge before pouring three bowls.
“I didn’t want you to feel left out, in having your traditional Christmas breakfast, it was not super hard to make and I was in the kitchen anyway making the casserole.”
As the three of them start to eat their porridge and the casserole. Seth pipes up “Kate did something happen, there’s a nut in mine.”
“It is a traditional part of the rice porridge whoever gets the almond makes a wish.” Teuvo answers for him.
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“Are you sure you have to leave?” Teuvo asked from the doorway as he watched Kate pack her bags.
“Yeah, lambing starts in a week and I need to be there just in case anything happens. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He whispers, pulling her close. “I’ll help you put your bags in the car.” He says sadly, grabbing her suitcase.
“Hey, cheer up I’ll be texting you basically 24/7 from now on you’ll get sick and tired of me, this time next week.” She says passing by as she stops in the doorway next to him she gets on her tippy toes a little and gives him a kiss on the check.
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Can you write a really brief something about Freddie looking after a teething Oliver for the day whilst Mama goes out to get some things done 🥹🥹 maybe Oliver is just insisting on cuddles and his paci ALL day and it's the sweetest. Fred's peppering his baby boy in kisses.
A/N: It's not exactly brief but idk I really enjoyed writing this. This is technically a part of my BTPGD series but can be read as a stand alone piece.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Word Count: ~800
Fred loves hockey. He has since the very first time his feet hit the ice, it was his first love, and truth be told, for a while he thought it would be his only love. Then came Oliver. Fred was absolutely terrified to be a dad, worried he was going to make a million mistakes, would do everything wrong, that his child would hate him. He had no idea what he was going to do, then this incredibly small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket was shoved into his arms; that was the moment Fred knew he had a new love.
Sure, some days are better than others, that's to be expected with kids, but every day with Oliver is better than the last. Or that's what he tells himself as, yet another ear-piercing shriek comes from his toddler.
Teething.
Fred thought you guys had made it past this point, he enjoyed the last month without the tears, irritability, drool on every piece of clothing he owns, unfortunately there is still another molar after this one. His mom gave him some tricks she used on him and his siblings, both of you googled then tired every home remedy you could find, some helped, others did nothing. Today is just one of those days.
“Hey, Ollie.” Fred holds out a damp washcloth for him, hoping he will at least try putting it in his mouth.
“Noooooo!” Oliver wails. He grabs the cloth and throws it on the floor. “Momma!”
Fred sighs. While the two of you worked through your issues and he can finally call you his girlfriend, he is no stranger to wanting you and not being able to have you. “She’ll be home in a bit.”
“Momma!” Oliver cries again, opening and closing his hand as if he’s trying to beckon you home.
“You want a popsicle?” Fred offers, hoping something cold might alleviate some of his pain.
“Yeah.” His voice is small, and he offers a slight nod.
Fred pushes off the couch to his feet. When he takes the first step, he feels two little arms wrap around his leg. “Dadda!” Fred lets out a soft chuckle, he should have known better than to try and leave him for a second.
He bends down and picks him up, Oliver immediately buries his forehead against Fred’s shoulder. He carries his son to the kitchen and opens the freezer. After rummaging around for the popsicles, he tosses the wrapper in the garbage and moves back to the living room. He cradles Oliver in his arm as they settle into the couch where Oliver accepts the popsicle, at lets himself fall against Fred’s chest.
“Is that good?” Fred gently brushes the curls away and welcomes in the cuddles.
“Yeah.” His voice is still small and tears cling to his eyes.
“You want to watch a movie?”
Fred feels the faintest nod as Oliver continues to suck on the cherry popsicle.
“Penguins?”
Another nod.
The sound of Netflix fills the apartment and once the movie has started Fred looks to Oliver. Red splotches are on both of their shirts, and he can feel the stickiness that coats his fingers.
“Done.” Oliver shoves the popsicle to Fred and smears his face against Fred’s chest, spreading more of the mess to his shirt.
“Of course, you are,” Fred laughs. He takes the dripping popsicle and sets it on the plate with his half-finished breakfast.
Fred licks his fingers and starts wiping some of the mess from Oliver’s cheek but is instantly met with a whine and he shakes his head to make him stop. Fred of course tries again. If Fred had his way, the half-eaten toast and popsicle would be in the garbage, plate in the dishwasher, and he would have used that dishcloth to clean his face. Even with a toddler he still tries to keep everything clean and contained. But like always, Fred caves once that lower lip starts to tremble.
“Blankie Dadda.” Oliver curls in closer to Fred to capture as much warmth as possible while a large yawn spills from his lips.
“The popsicle make you cold?” Fred reaches up and grabs the plush blanket you insisted stay out all summer even though he said it was June and wouldn’t be necessary, and drapes it over both of them, ensuring to cover all his toes. Oliver nods and yawns again, then shimmies to get closer, using Fred’s bicep as a pillow.
There are a million things that need to be done, and Fred doesn’t want you to come home to toys strewn about, Oliver’s shirt in the bathroom, his socks wedged under the cushions, all the dirty dishes from the morning scattered around the apartment, but he knows he needs to give Oliver cuddles, so that’s exactly what he is going to do.
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Skip Over It 15
I woke up in my bed, the sheets under me damp with sweat. The other side of the bed was still made and I sat up, listening for him in my apartment. It was quiet until a loud bang rang out from the kitchen, followed by quiet cursing.
I got up and started towards the kitchen when I ran into Dougie in the hall. His eyes were wide and he held a pan in each hand as he gave me a once over.
"Did I wake you?" I shook my head and he let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Do you have a stock pot?"
"Cabinet above the fridge."
He nodded and went back to whatever he'd been doing as I reached for the thermostat to turn it down. My body was sore and I gingerly took a seat at the counter to watch him. He'd pulled out the stock pot, set it on the stove, and had begun rifling through grocery bags on the counter.
"Did you go shopping?"
"Yeah, just to get a few things." I watched him empty a carton of chicken stock before crushing it and throwing it into the trash. He turned the heat on and turned to look at me. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. Hot."
"Your fever must've broken." He reached out and pressed his hand to my forehead, watching me as he did. "You were sleeping hard. Have you taken anything since you got up?"
I shook my head and turned to grab the bottle of ibuprofen from the couch, eyeing the rumpled blanket and pillows left there. "Did you sleep out here last night?"
"Yeah, I figured you didn't want me to..." Tension began to grow between us and I busied myself with pouring a glass of water, slipping behind him to fill a cup from the fridge. He didn't say anything for a long minute but finally cleared his throat. "Are you ready to talk now?"
"I don't know if there's anything to talk about."
"Can you please let me explain?"
I reclaimed my seat and nodded, staring down at my hands as be began. It wasn't outlandish to believe, not farfetched by any means, but I was still skeptical. He cooked while he spoke and I joined in after a few minutes, eager for a distraction. I could feel his eyes on me as I chopped celery but I fought the urge to react.
I added the pile of vegetables to the pot and finally turned to look at him. He was being earnest, sincere when he spoke, and I wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms. Fatigue was wearing down my resolve and I leaned against the counter.
"You know me Chloe, and you know I would never do anything like that."
"I do- I know you wouldn't. But the girl in your hotel room isn't our only issue Dougie." He put down the knife he'd been using to chop chicken and mirrored my position, crossing his arms over his chest. "You could've been seriously hurt and it's my job to make sure that doesn't happen. Your health and the team's health is my priority."
"I understand that."
"You can't expect me to look the other way and put you at risk just because I'm your girlfriend."
"But I can't be in a relationship with someone who I can't trust."
"Trust me with what, Dougie? You took a hit that could've broken a rib. Were you planning on playing injured?" He started to nod and I snapped over the absurdity. "Why? Why would you risk your life and your health over a stupid game?"
"It's not a fucking game, Chloe! It's my livelihood."
"It's not your livelihood, Dougie. Playing injured isn't your livelihood. It's your fucking ego." He stepped forward and I met him where he stood, pressing a finger into his chest. "You really think you're solely responsible for the success of this team, enough to where you get reckless and make stupid decisions, and you got angry because I interefered with that. Am I right?"
"That's not-"
"Am I right or not?" I could see I'd pissed him off but I couldn't stop. The wound was wide open and I figured it was time to let it all out. He wouldn't look at me but I didn't care. "You are... so talented and a huge part of why the Canes have gotten so far, and I understand that it's a lot of pressure. But you are not the only reason and you are not the only person on that ice. You need to get over yourself!"
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it without a word, turning to leave instead. I watched him grab his keys from the counter and reach for the handle, wrenching the door open and stopping with one foot out.
He turned to look at me and I knew I'd gone too far by the way he clenched his jaw. I wanted him to stay, to yell and tell me off so I knew it was something we could fix. I took a step forward but he shook his head and left. The slamming of the door echoed in the empty apartment and I fell back against the counter again.
My head had started to ache and a chill took over, my fever returning slowly but surely. I turned the stove off, the thermostat back up, and the television on before grabbing the blanket he'd slept with from the couch. It smelled like him, earthy and musky, and I buried myself in it as I started to cry.
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