#trent frederic x reader
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❥ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚
trent frederic.
word count: 2.2k
warning: explicit content
"you the medication when i'm feeling anxious" — ariana grande
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“D’you think anyone would notice if we went to the bathroom at the same time?”
Your head whipped around to face Trent, who had his face buried in his phone, scrolling through his music. The nonchalant expression that was present on his face made you wonder if he even said anything to begin with.
“Sorry?”
“You heard me.”
“Trent, we’re…we’re on a plane,” you pointed out timidly, “with your teammates.”
A soft chuckle left his lips; an action made to taunt you. And taunt you, it did. You loved him, but god, he had a way of making you feel utterly embarrassed sometimes.
“Never done that on a plane before?” he asked you, turning his head ever-so-slightly so he could see you out of the corner of his eye.
“Actually, yes, I have.”
Your comment piqued his interest. “That so?”
“Once. And it sucked. Royally,” you told him promptly, looking back down at the magazine between your hands. “So I’d prefer not to have to do it again.”
“Tell you what,” he spoke, standing up from his seat, placing his phone down and reaching his hand out. “Try it, and if you hate it again, we’ll pretend it didn’t happen.”
Truthfully, the offer seemed enticing. Hell, Trent was your boyfriend. You should’ve trusted that he’d know what he was doing. And shit, there wasn’t much in the world that you loved more than the way he fucked you—hands on your waist, your neck, lips touching every last inch of your body.
“Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, standing with him and allowing him to guide you toward the bathroom. Shamefully, you walked down the aisle, following closely behind your boyfriend.
“God, I feel like they’re all looking at us.”
He laughed. “The last thing they’re doing is paying attention, babe. Trust me. Just keep walking.”
You finally reached the door, on it a small plaque with the word lavatory engraved into the metal. A prompt check of his surroundings was made before he nudged the door open, holding it in place as his hand pushed you inside by the small of your back. The door clicked shut behind you and he locked it, then made his way over to you.
“There’s…a lot more room in this one,” you swallowed.
“Just enough,” he mumbled before leaning down and pushing his lips to yours.
Every time he kissed you, your body gave into him, and this time was no different. Every worry, every disapproving thought you had vanished in an instant. He was intoxicating; so fucking irresistible, and your mind struggled to conjure up an excuse or reason to stop, even though you could’ve rattled off near thousands before.
He knew exactly what he did to you, and that was why he proposed that little deal in the first place. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’d accept his offer.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, meeting yours and slowly tangling with it. You relished in the feeling as his hands slid down to your waist, feet taking slow steps backward, hands pulling you with him.
He sat on the closed toilet cover and pulled you into his lap in one swift motion, hand moving to your front and sliding up, palm flattening on your stomach.
“Is this okay?”
His voice was a quiet rasp. You looked down to find his eyes already looking up at you, waiting for your response. As far as he knew, you were still on the fence.
But you already knew that you were far from it.
You nodded sharply, giving him the go-ahead. He took this and slid his hand down from your stomach to your inner thigh. As he moved his hand up your thigh, the cold surface of his ring grazed your skin, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat.
He loved the sound of your moans. They fueled his ego, showed him what he did to you. Just how good he made you feel, even when he had yet to try.
He was thankful you’d chosen to wear a thin dress that day; he didn’t have to be burdened by pulling anything off. Instead, he was able to push the fabric of the dress slightly up your legs, granting him easy access to the lacy underwear that drove him positively nuts every time he saw it.
His face was buried in your neck within seconds, lips leaving soft kisses as his fingers reached the lace and pushed it aside. Slowly, he dragged his knuckles across the skin, the cold touch of the metal adding to the sensation. He grinned as he felt your hips roll slightly. You were struggling to keep still, and he knew it, which was why it was all the more sweet for him.
“Not so bad, is it?” he cooed, tongue grazing just under your jaw.
“No,” your response weakly sounded, “it’s not.”
“Mm,” he agreed, then pulled back and brought his hand up to his face briefly.
Your eyes widened with shock when spit left his mouth and hit his fingers, leaving them shiny as he rubbed them together and slid them back between your thighs. Then, it was the sound of another faint moan falling from your lips as he carefully pushed them into you, making sure to keep you as quiet as possible.
Your hands gripped his shoulders for stability, nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt that you couldn’t wait to take off once the two of you got home.
He kissed you again, his mouth stifling the moans threatening to break loose as he slowly moved his fingers up and down. With them, your hips moved once more, bringing that cocky grin back to his face again while he continued to move his hand.
He didn’t plan on making this last for long—oh, no—he had other ideas. This was only him getting you ready for him, and truthfully, you practically already were from the start. There wasn’t much time for fooling around, or else the two of you would begin to run the risk of getting caught.
So his fingers were gone almost as fast as they came, the loss of his touch prompting a whimper to escape your throat. “Trent, why—”
“Shh,” he demanded, cutting you off, and you couldn’t help but sit in confusion.
A part of him enjoyed seeing you so needy. The satisfaction of making you squirm with just the denial of his fingers brought him the sense of control that he desperately needed. And he loved how quick you were to listen to his every word.
But he always made sure to reward you; he wasn’t the type to take without giving.
And it didn’t take long for you to piece together what he was doing once you noticed his hand fumbling with his pants. Soon, you found your hand moving down to wrap your fingers around him, pumping him slowly, earning a low groan of approval. With all of the times he’d been vocal about how much he loved that feeling, he didn’t even have to say it.
But, of course, he did it anyway.
“Fuck,” he rasped, “you’re so good.” He moaned again, hands molding to your waist and beginning to adjust your position. As he lifted you, your hand began to carefully line him up with you, and he sucked in a breath.
“Wait,” he paused. “Did you—”
“I never miss a day, Trent,” you quickly responded, cutting him off. “You’re good.”
He nodded sharply, then tightened his grip on your waist and lowered you onto him, the sound of mixed moans filling both his and your ears. You leaned forward slightly, placing both hands on his shoulders again as he shifted in your stomach, effectively rendering you unstable.
He loved filling you bare; he felt every bit of movement that way. Every sensation when you’d come apart around him. Not to mention it was a much easier cleanup to tackle.
“God, you feel so good,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
“So do you.”
His eyes flitted up to yours as he squeezed your waist, silently asking for your approval to start moving. Of course, it was a no-brainer to you—a hard yes.
So you finally lifted yourself up slightly, then slowly sunk back down. You allowed his firm hands to guide you as you moved up and down, walls constricting around him in the process.
By now, your dress had ridden up your body; the fabric now sat just above your stomach, bundled up at your ribs. You could now feel his large, rough hands bare on your skin, cold ring digging into your side. And not only was he able to see how the lacy underwear—which you knew he loved—hugged your hips, but it also exposed the print of a small bulge in your stomach.
That just so happened to be the shape of his tip.
He could see the movement—every last inch of it—and he loved it.
It wasn’t just the visibility that you loved. It was the way his dick felt buried inside of you, filling you up with ease and hitting every single fucking spot imaginable. How deep he reached. It felt like he was made for you—you’d told him so countless times during sex—and this time proved to be no different.
For a moment, you forgot that you were on a plane with the rest of his professional hockey team. And when you let a moan slip that might have been just a tad bit too loud, Trent made sure to bring you back down to reality.
“Hey.”
Your head snapped up and aligned your gaze with his, your hips still grinding slowly. “Don’t be too loud. You don’t want to get us caught,” he cooed, giving your hips a squeeze.
You nodded sharply and buried your face in his neck as soft whimpers continued to spill from your lips. He sped up your movements slightly with his hands, a groan escaping his throat and humming against your mouth.
“Trent, fuck,” you mumbled weakly.
He felt you clench around him as he started to hit the sweet spot inside you, signaling to him that you were close. He finally removed a hand from your waist and brought it between your legs, thumbing the area gently and bringing you closer. Your reaction to the added sensation was telling—weaker, needier moans that were relentlessly pried from your throat.
“Like that, mm?”
“Yes.”
Finally, you tipped over the edge, his finger keeping up its pace and working you through your release. The moment your head began to lift he enveloped your mouth in another kiss, tongue slipping past your lips once more.
With a low groan into your mouth, he followed, spilling into you, the warmth beginning to spread throughout your stomach slowly. He moved his hand back up, this time finding purchase on your stomach to feel his gradually slowing movements under his palm.
You could feel the mixture of your releases between your legs, threatening to escape from the place you were joined. But luckily for you, it remained only there and inside.
Once the two of you finally calmed, your head fell to his shoulder, heavy breaths exiting through your parted lips as his arms wrapped fully around your waist, pulling you into him. He pressed small kisses to the side of your head as he let his breaths slow with yours, and the both of you chose to remain silent.
“See?” he finally spoke. “Not so bad.”
“No,” you replied softly, then lifted your head and smiled at him. “Not with you.”
He smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then settled his hands on your hips again. Carefully, he lifted you off of him and allowed you to fix yourself while he did the same. He gripped the fabric of your dress and gently slid it back down your body. Finally, you stood up, reflexively reaching out to grab him when you realized the need for stability.
“I’ve got you.” He stood up with you and pulled you in, his fingers pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You go out first, mk? I’ll come out in a few.”
“Okay,” you agreed softly.
He leaned down and kissed you for the last time and loosened his grip on you, allowing you to walk out of the bathroom and timidly make your way back to your seat. He waited for a few minutes, checking his hair in the mirror and wiping his hands clean of any mess left on them.
You saw him coming back out of the corner of your eye and looked up, watching him closely as he sat back down next to you. Your hand subconsciously stuck out, silently asking for him to take it in his and he obliged without hesitation, thumb gently grazing the skin.
Not long ago, he’d started to notice how you would tend to become needier after sex—you only wanted to be closer to him—and he thought it was just about the sweetest thing, even now.
Your head rested on his shoulder and he turned, kissing it softly as he continued to hold your hand in his.
“Think you’d do it again?” he asked, his voice a near whisper.
“Definitely.”
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Love Story | Trent Frederic
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It's a love story, baby just say yes
Your eyes flit around the stuffy ballroom, the heat causing your body temperature to flare and you can feel the prickle of sweat lining your features. Your hand is forced to be a makeshift fan, lifting to try and gather some air against your face. Finding no reprieve, you lean close to your brother, tugging at his suit jacket until he’s leaning down close to hear you.
“I’m going to step outside for a moment,” you tell him and when his eyes find yours he nods quietly.
“Be safe,” he responds and now it’s your turn to nod.
Your shuffle through the crowded room, smiling at some of the faces you recognize and nodding at the others you don’t. You finally make it to the balcony and step out into the cool summer air. The wind is a treat, blowing your hair lightly around your head and giving a much needed temperature change to your heated state.
You lean against the balcony, hands splayed on the cool metal as you look across the vast city. You can’t help but wonder how in the world you would ever get to know this unfamiliar place. How would you memorize the subway routes or the layout?
You turn away from your current dilemma, casting your eyes back towards the party in the ballroom to try and find your brother. When you do, he’s grinning wildly as he talks to another unknown person. The person turns and you’re met with a soft brown gaze that has your body temperature flaring up all over again.
You avert your gaze, unable to hold its intensity and look around at all the beautiful ball gowns floating by, the lights reflecting on the glitz and glam of the whole event. You find the courage to look back towards the set of brown eyes and watch nervously as he makes his way through the crowd.
You turn quickly, hoping he doesn’t notice your staring and try your best to act casual when he approaches.
“Hello,” you hear his soft soothing voice greet and you turn with a small smile.
“Hi.”
“I’m Trent,” he says, offering his hand in such a formal way that it makes your heart jump at the action. “Trent Frederic.”
“(y/n) Mcavoy,” you respond, slipping your hand into his and reveling in the feeling of how his skin feels against yours.
Recognition flashes across his face at your last name but he doesn’t show it otherwise. You’re quietly grateful he doesn’t say anything about Charlie.
“Beautiful huh?” he says instead, stepping further out towards the edge of the balcony.
“Sure is,” you murmur, turning back towards the view that captivated you moments ago.
“Have you lived here long?”
You two trade the basic information back and forth between you like a tennis match. Where you were from, how old you were, what you do for a living, what position he played in hockey, and so on.
“Uh, favorite Shakespeare play?” you ask, running out of basic questions.
“Shakespeare?” Trent asks, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
“I’m an English major! Gimme a break,” you joke back, bumping his shoulder with yours.
“Okay uhm,” he pauses and you admire him as he genuinely thinks about his answer to the question. “Romeo and Juliet?”
“Oh boo,” you yell back at him, cupping your hands around your mouth for emphasis and Trent nearly doubles over in laughter.
“Okay Miss English major, what’s yours?”
“Easy. Hamlet or Much Ado About Nothing,” you state with a shrug like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“Isn’t Hamlet the one where they all go crazy and die?”
“Yes, and?” you ask and Trent stares at you with a blank look before you’re both cracking up all over again. You’re both straightening up and calming down from your laughing fit when Charlie appears at your side once more with a soft smile and a curious glance towards his teammate.
“Ready to head out?” he asks and you nod.
“Nice to meet you Romeo,” you say to Trent and he grins at the nickname.
“See you around.”
“And what was that about?” Charlie asks when you’re out of earshot and you can’t help the eyeroll that is produced from your brother's question.
“Don’t worry about it.”
The second time you run into Trent is ironically at your own apartment. You were standing in front of your door, keys in hand as you shuffled to find the right one. Just as you do, your door swings open before you and a loud shriek leaves your mouth in surprise.
“Romeo?” you question when Trent’s guilty brown eyes finally land on yours.
“Come on man let’s go before,” you hear your brother's voice from behind Trent and lean around the hockey player to stare at Charlie.
“What are you doing in my apartment?”
“I thought I left my airpods here,” he states, shrugging his shoulders and pushing past Trent who is still stuck in the doorway.
“So, instead of texting or calling me, you break into my apartment with your partner in crime?”
“It’s technically not breaking in if he has a key,” Trent chimes in and you turn towards him with a look that says who asked you?
“Correct,” Charlie says, pointing at Trent in agreement before throwing him a thumbs up. “I gotta go pick up Kiley.”
Before you can hurl anymore questions or remarks back at your brother, he’s flying down the stairs and out of your apartment building. For one final time, you turn back to Trent who has a nervous look on his features, unsure of what to do.
“Gonna let me in Romeo? Or is there a secret password?” you joke and he flushes at your words, stepping aside and letting you into your own apartment.
“Come on in,” you call back towards him when you realize he’s still standing awkwardly in the doorway. His body half in and half out not sure which way to go. “You’ve already seen the place.”
“I’m really sorry about that,” he says, finally shutting the door and walking back into your place.
“Don’t worry,” you say, leaning back against the kitchen bar. “I know what it’s like getting caught up in one of Chucky’s schemes.”
“Was he worse as a kid?”
“You got six hours?” you ask jokingly and Trent grins.
Finally, you take a moment to pull off your jacket and shoes, put your bag away and pour a glass of water. You instantly pour one for Trent as well, holding it out to him and he thanks you quietly.
“Have you tried that new pizza place down the road?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“Not yet. I’ve been researching a bunch of places that I want to try out and it’s been on my list forever.”
Trent nods at your answer and you search his brown eyes for an explanation. He smiles sheepishly over his glass at you and the sight sends a slight shockwave through your heart.
“I haven't either,” he begins and you nod. “Have you eaten? Would you maybe wanna…I don’t know I don’t want to seem too forward we could order in or go there or not go at all I just,”
“Slow down there Romeo,” you joke and Trent is grateful for your interruption of his nonsense ramblings. “Show me the menu.”
Trent pulls up the menu on his phone and you start to scroll through it. Trent leans across the kitchen bar to look as well and you realize how close you are. You focus on glancing through the menu quickly when a loud sound erupts from your front door and quick footsteps echo through your apartment.
“Trent!” you hear your brother's voice and you both jerk your heads up so fast you end up knocking into each other.
“Fuck,” you curse out, dropping Trent’s phone onto the table and clutching at your head.
“What are you still doing here?” Charlie asks, accusatory eyes flicking between you and his teammate.
“Well we were thinking about getting dinner,” you mutter bitterly, still holding your head.
“Yeah, no,” Charlie says. He marches over to Trent, places both hands on his shoulders and starts to lead him out of your apartment.
“I’ll see you later?” you call out to Trent and get Charlie’s furious glance in return.
“No you won’t!”
You can’t help the small chuckle that releases from you at Charlie’s stubborn words and you roll your eyes. You loved Charlie but he was always going to be way too protective over you. Lord knows he’ll keep you away from Trent at all costs if he finds out you might be starting to develop a crush on the young player.
It’s been about three months since Charlie and Trent had been to your apartment and you were starting to miss Romeo’s big brown eyes. Trent had successfully been scared off from you by Charlie but that didn’t keep you from crossing his mind almost every day.
“Freddy you good?”
Trent is broken from his thoughts by Jeremy skating over to him, nudging the young player to gain his attention. Trent had been off all practice and while he was still fairly new to the NHL, it didn’t excuse how distracted he was today.
“Yeah man just thinking,” he says shrugging Jeremy off.
“About?”
“A girl,” he admits shyly and Jeremy grins.
“Well whoever she is, you better go get her soon. We don’t need you to be this distracted for the upcoming games.”
Trent thinks about Jeremy’s words for the rest of practice and ultimately till the moment he gets in his car he realizes he has to see you again. Seeing it’s only about 6 pm, he heads back to your apartment, having no other way to contact you.
You’re sitting relaxing in your living room, a hockey game playing on your TV in the background as you attempt to finish up some homework. Through the sounds of skates starting and stopping and the passing of the puck, you hear a sharp knock on your door.
You place your homework down on the coffee table in front of you and wonder if you placed an order for food and somehow forgot. However, when you open the door, your Romeo stands there before you.
“Hi,” Trent greets, awkwardly waving at you and you smile at his nervous actions.
“Hi?” you say, giggling a little at the weirdness of the situation. “What are you doing here?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to finally try that pizza place with me?”
Your heart flutters at the invitation and you smile widely at Trent.
“Give me a few minutes to change?”
You end up at an old school pizza place about 20 minutes later, Trent being kind enough to drive the two of you and you’re admiring the atmosphere as you wait for your food.
“Why do you wear number 11?” you ask Trent and he smiles at the continuation of your conversation from a few months ago.
“Well, I wanted the number 7,” he begins to explain, leaning forward as he answers your question and the closeness has you losing your breath. “But it was retired so I kinda liked the idea of 7 and 11 rhyming.”
You smile and nod, enjoying the explanation for his number. Growing up and watching Charlie play, you knew there was a certain special reason for the numbers players chose even though so many of them want to play it off as a random choice that meant nothing.
“What number would you pick if you played?”
Conversation flows like a lazy river between you and Trent and you’re shocked at how easy it all is. It felt like you had known him all your life and not like this was the third time the two of you have interacted. By the end of the night, your stomach hurts from laughter and you find yourself not wanting the dinner to end.
“How much do I owe you?” you ask when Trent grabs the check and scans his eyes over the total.
“Suddenly I’m blind,” he responds and you roll your eyes.
“How much do I owe you!” you insist, not wanting to come off as rude and not pay the boy back.
“We pay up front, right?” he asks, standing and gesturing for you to follow him.
“Trent,” you whine out, following him up to the register. He hands the check over and when the cashier announces the total you grin mischievously.
You dig around in your purse before pulling out your wallet and fishing out a 20. As Trent leans on the counter to sign the check, you sneakily pop the 20 dollars into the pocket of his sweatshirt. His eyes flick down to see what you’re doing and he tries to nudge you away with his arm.
“What are you doing?” he asks, giggling as he stands back up straight. “Get out of my sweatshirt.”
He nudges you away too late, the 20 dollars successfully slipping into his pocket and staying there. He turns to you and you offer your most innocent and heart stopping smile that has Trent shaking his head with a smile just as wide.
The two of you head back to your apartment, the conversation never ceasing until you get to the front door of your place. You turn around, instinctively leaning against the door and fighting the urge to invite him in.
“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you say, smiling up at Trent and he grins down at you.
“So did I. Would you wanna do this again sometime?” he asks, his nerves spiking as the words slip from his mouth.
“Same time, new place?” you respond and Trent grins.
“Sounds good to me.”
“See ya later, Romeo.”
Trent watches as you slip into your apartment, his heart beating wildly in his chest no doubt trying to fight its way into your place and attempt to stay next you forever. He sighs, a ridiculous and happy sigh, before turning away and thinking over every detail of tonight.
For the rest of the season you and Trent become completely attached at the hip. You went to dinner together every week at a new place, tried coffee shops in the mornings, new movies at either your place or his. Charlie could tell there was something going on between you two, but he never really could figure out exactly what.
The Bruins make it to the playoffs and you’re at every game you possibly can make up until their final one. You watched the boys fight hard and you knew both Charlie and Trent would be kicking themselves and feeling like they didn’t do enough for their teams.
You head down to the locker room, waiting in an eerie silence with the other wives and girlfriends. Kiley and you talk quietly but stop instantly when the boys start to trickle out. Charlie is one of the first and you offer a squeeze to Kiley’s hand before she makes her way over to him. You watch your big brother basically melt into his fiancee's embrace and you’re even more grateful for Kiley than ever before.
Your attention shifts when Trent comes out. His hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed and his stare conveys every emotion he is feeling in that moment. His eyes slowly find yours and you see a sigh physically release from him. Without a second thought or a word exchanged, you’re making your way to Trent and pulling him into your arms.
“You played great, Romeo,” you tell him quietly and his smile is hard against your skin. When you pull back, you spot Charlie’s curious gaze and you break off from Trent and make your way over to your older brother.
“It’s okay if this loss takes longer than 5 minutes,” you tell Charlie, pulling him into a hug and he chuckles against you at the inside joke.
“I’ll let you know how it goes,” he responds and you smile. “I’m gonna head back to Kiley’s. Go cheer up Trent.”
You give your brother an accusatory glare and he chuckles before shoving you in the direction of Trent.
“Ready to go?” you ask Trent and he offers a sad smile and a nod. He takes a chance, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you’re quick to reciprocate, the two of you heading out of the arena.
Trent spends the days following the loss at your apartment, claiming he needed to be around company or else he would think about the loss far more than he wanted to. You were happy to oblige, your heart picking up in pace whenever Trent was near sent you into a bliss that seemed endless until your beautiful bubble burst.
“Do you have everything you need?” you ask Trent, your arms folded securely across your body trying to keep yourself steady.
“Think so,” he says nodding to his heavy suitcase and your eyes pull to the straps of his backpack that is no doubt weighing him down.
You were mad at yourself and therefore mad at Trent for being so upset at his leaving to go back home for the summer. You knew he had these plans since way before he met you, but it still hurt nonetheless. You wanted him to stay, wanted to explore the city with him more, wanted to hope those simmering feelings for the boy might finally come to fruition.
“Three months and I’ll be back in no time,” he reminds you, nudging your saddened state.
Your eyes gloss over at his words, the reminder that you wouldn’t be able to physically be in his presence hurting so much more than you thought it would. You nod quietly in response to him, not able to trust your voice in the moment.
“Come here,” he murmurs quietly and you find yourself falling into his strong embrace, the warmth of his body circling yours to form a bubble around the two of you.
“Don’t go?” you ask pitifully, a tear or two finally making its way down your cheek.
“Three months. The second I get back, I’m yours.”
You hold onto those words from Trent all three months. The three months of summer where you slowly lose contact but only manage to think about the young hockey player even more. Three months where you bury yourself into work and family and so on to ignore the reminders and thoughts of Trent that never seemed to cease. Three months and you had started to question what happened to your Romeo.
The summer without Trent was like a year without rain. Dry, deserted, and uneventful. Waiting for the drought to end felt like it lasted for years.
When Charlie’s wedding had started to approach and you were in the midst of chaos leading up to it, your brain couldn’t help but think about how the hockey season would start shortly after as well. The idea of hockey and Trent made you feel like you were coming back to life. The drought has ended, the rain has come and you can see a rainbow forming on the horizon.
You impatiently waited for your Romeo to come back to you and in a weird twist of fate, he did.
Charlie’s wedding was a beautiful success. Kiley looked stunning, the library was decorated beautifully, Charlie was clearly over the moon happy, and you could finally relax knowing your brother was happily married to the girl of his dreams.
The speeches had come and gone, you were able to get lots of laughter and even a few tears out of your big brother and after dinner it was officially time to dance. You drank and partied and enjoyed the beautiful atmosphere. Your favorite song had just ended and you took a minute to walk away, get some air and relax for a moment.
“There’s my Juliet.”
Your whole body comes to life at the words from the boy behind you. You try to tamper down the ever growing smile on your lips but it escapes anyway. Trent’s eyes trail over your figure before you’re graced with those big brown eyes that have you weak in the knees.
“I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna come back around Romeo,” you tell him and he smiles, looking down and shaking his head shyly before stepping towards you.
“Of course I came back,” he says and your heart picks up at the words. “Besides, I needed to properly ask you out at some point.”
You’re slightly shocked, especially at the fact that you and Trent had somewhat fallen out of contact over the summer. However, your heart was pounding wondering if Trent had been as head over heels as you were. If he thought about you all summer like you had.
“Can’t wait to catch up, Romeo.”
“It’s a date.”
The speed in which you and Trent became inseparable again was alarming to some, but comforting to you. Your weekly dinners, morning breakfasts and coffee shop stops all became dates that had your heart thrashing like a hurricane in your chest.
The one downfall in your honeymoon phase? Charlie, along with the rest of the world, still didn’t know about your relationship. You both were nervous to let anyone in on your relationship. The fear of the media is strong on Trent’s end and the fear of your brother's reaction on yours.
You were laying down on your couch, Trent was coming over soon and you were scrolling on your phone to pass the time. You spot a picture of Jeremy and his girlfriend, the instagram caption something adorable and you smile lightly at the happy couple. You like the photo, leaving a quick comment, and pause when you swipe back over to the photo.
You can’t help but wish you or Trent could post something like that. You wanted your friends to openly hype up your relationship, wanted the fans to call you guys cute, you even wanted the guys to chirp the two of you for being so deep in puppy love. Your thoughts keep you so distracted you don’t even realize Trent has made it to your apartment until he’s standing over you with a worried expression on his face.
“Princess?” he whispers, and your eyes move from your phone to his face, smiling sadly at your Romeo.
“What’s wrong?”
You sit up, Trent instantly coming around to sit next to you and pulls you into his arms. You rest your head against his chest, his hands come up to twist in your hair and you sigh quietly. Trent gives you a minute, wanting to give you the space to talk about it if you want to or move past it.
“I want to run away,” you murmur, turning to press your cheek against his chest.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere but here,” you admit and Trent worries about your words but plays along.
“Bahamas are beautiful this time of year,” he says and you laugh lightly.
“Running away from everyone, no job, relaxing on the beach, no media and no older brother? I think it’s an excellent plan.”
You finally sit all the way up, turning to fully face Trent and he gazes at you with so much intensity that you have to look away again. Trent leans in, presses a kiss to your cheek and when you turn to look at him he pecks your lips before cupping your face in his hands.
It's been a few days since that conversation with Trent when your relationship is exposed.
You had skipped the Bruins game today, deciding to stay home and get some work done with the stream playing in the background. You barely even register when the game ends, the stream switching to another game playing and you’re far too engrossed by your book to notice. The only thing that pulls you out of your strength is the sharp knock on your front door.
Your head tilts at the sound, the book in your hands dropping slightly. You wait for a moment and the knock becomes more prominent. You finally drop the book from your hands and make your way over to the front door. You expect your boyfriend on the other side, a guilty smile on his lips followed by an apology about forgetting his key, but you’re shocked when you meet your brother’s angry glare and a guilty look from Trent for a whole different reason.
“When the fuck did you two start dating?” Charlie demands.
Before you can respond, Charlie pushes past you and further into your apartment. Trent follows behind him but stops at your side, leaning down to brush his lips just over the top of your head before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Media found out.”
“Wha-”
“(y/n)!” your brother shouts and you flinch slightly. “Get in here and explain please.”
You and Trent slink guiltily into the living room, a million questions running through your mind as you face a half angry and half disappointed Charlie. You sit back down on your couch, running through the timeline of yours and Trents relationship and by the end of it, Charlie has settled on a look of disappointment.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“To be fair, I didn’t tell anyone,” you murmur in response and when Charlie glares at you, Trent nudges your side.
“I was worried about your reaction and I didn’t want the rest of the media to find out and have this whole fit about it and I didn’t want you to think I came here just to start dating some guy-”
“Hey!” Trent responds and you smile, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
“You know what I mean.”
“Firstly, gross,” Charlie says, pointing between the two of you. “Secondly, I’m pissed you didn’t tell me but I understand. Just be careful around the media now okay?”
You jump up, running over and hugging your brother tightly and he can’t help smiling at his little sister’s happiness.
The navigation around the media is hard at first, but you’re happy that you get to flaunt your man around now. It was killing you seeing all the fan pages and the girls who looked like models fawn all over your Romeo. The comments were of course pretty brutal at first and weren't looking too much better even after months had passed.
It had been a particularly long week, Trent was gone on a roadie, and you had back to back bad shifts and too much homework to do. You found yourself laying on the couch, ignoring all of your responsibilities and counting down the minutes until your Romeo came back home. You start to drift in and out of sleep, the weeks work finally weighing down on your body.
When you wake up for the last time, you find Trent next to you, running his fingers softly through your hair, You lean into his embrace, a sleepy smile resting on your lips and Trent can’t help but think about how infatuated he was with his Juliet.
“How are you doing baby?” he asks, his words barely above a murmur next to your ear.
“Still down to run away?” you ask in response, still desperate to escape from the world with your Romeo.
“I have a long weekend coming up,” Trent says and you watch as he twists a piece of your hair around his finger. “Clear your schedule next weekend and I’m all yours.”
Your eyes gaze over Trent, wondering if he’s genuinely serious about this. With him being away and the season winding down, your insecurities were running wild wondering if he actually wanted to be with you. If he actually wanted this to last, to work. If he didn’t, you didn’t think you would make it through a heartbreak that difficult.
Trent was your Romeo. You didn’t want to suffer the same fate Juliet did but you were okay with at least trying.
Trent was hoping his love story didn’t suffer the same fate as the age old drama. He wanted this to last for the rest of his life. That’s why he had already asked Charlie’s permission to marry you.
Over the recent roadie, he had pulled Charlie aside and explained everything. He knew how hard everything with the media had been with you and how your insecurities were running rampant and he didn’t know a better way to reassure you. He could be engaged for a few years, but he wanted to give you that fiancee title if you let him. He wanted to give you that constant reassurance through a ring on your finger and a commitment he would never break.
Charlie was hesitant at first. The two of you are young and having just gotten married himself, he knew how big of a step this was. But when he saw the determination in the young players' eyes and remembered the smile on your lips whenever someone even mentioned Trent, well how could he say no?
“This place is beautiful,” you say, eyes wandering around the small cottage that Trent had rented for your weekend away. It was quaint, with all the feelings of an older home and the lived in feeling you loved. It had character, as your mom would say.
You and Trent get settled, touring around the small property, taking a quick nap together before getting up and cooking dinner. Your conversation ranges from topic to topic and Trent is practically shaking with nerves the whole time. He’s been waiting and waiting for the perfect moment and didn’t want a single thing to go wrong.
Your mind was still fluttering with the idea that maybe Trent took you here as a last hooray before you weren’t together anymore. You had been trying to ignore those feelings for the whole drive up from Boston but they still plagued you.
“Wanna go look at the stars?” Trent asks and you nod, heading into the rapidly chilling night air with him.
The back porch is raised up, vines and plants covering the area with fairy lights strung around to create a romantic atmosphere. You can’t help but lean into Trent’s embrace as you stand outside and look at the stars. The ones you had both shared for so long, ones that were around before you and would be there after you and would comfort you till your final days.
“Princess?” Trent whispers, turning to fully face you and you smile up at him.
“I love you. I care about you so incredibly much,” his words are soft in the night air and your eyes are already brimming with tears from the words spoken.
“And I was wondering,” he continues.
You watch with wide eyes as he kneels down on the ground and pulls out the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You blink a couple of times, wondering if this was all in your head but you’re quickly brought back to the moment when Trent takes your hands.
“Marry me, Juliet,” he begs more than asks and you chuckle quietly at the nickname. “You’ll never have to be alone. I love you and our date nights, our early mornings, the way you’ve always called me your Romeo and that’s the only thing I really know so please, just say yes.”
And just like that, the worries disappear. You get your Romeo, forever.
“Yes.”
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If you write for Trent Frederic can I please request an imagine about Trent being a girl dad? Like idk maybe bergy sees his nails painted in the locker room and slightly teases him about it OR baby girl Frederic makes dad and his teammates join in on her tea party while mom films the WHOLE thing 🥹😅
hi, tysm for the request!! sorry it’s short but i hope you like it!
y/d/n means your daughters name
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he didn’t even realize that he forgot to wash the nail polish his daughter had put on his nails the previous night. his little girl had him completely wrapped around her tiny fingers. he was only 20 when he became a dad so it was a shock to say the least when you came to him with the positive pregnancy test. his world completely changed that day but he wouldn’t change her for the world.
cut to four years later and he was a total girl dad. whatever your daughter wanted, he would not hesitate to give so when she asked him to be his model so she could practice painting nails and doing makeup, he happily obliged. he remembered to remove the makeup, but not the nail polish so the next day in the locker room, one of his teammates made a teasing comment.
“nice nails, frederic,” bergy said jokingly, and trent glanced at his hands to see the bright pink nail polish.
“i visited y/d/n’s salon yesterday,” he replied, grinning, “you should come some time.”
bergy laughed and finished getting dressed, “i just may do that.”
“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” trent said and that is how bergy and a few of the other guys found themselves sitting around a tiny table, nails freshly painted and water in mini tea cups in front of them. they played along with the younger frederic as she poured them more “tea” and handed out animal crackers.
you stood in the doorway of the playroom and filmed the entire thing, posting it on instagram and if it ended up being reposted by the bruins, well, bergy was to blame.
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nico hischier
timo meier
dawson mercer
alexander holtz
john marino
luke hughes
jack hughes
quinn huges
mat barzal
elias pettersson
trent frederic
jeremy swayman
auston matthews
joseph woll
william nylander
cole caufield
jamie drysdale
matthew knies
seth jarvis
cale makar
⎜genres i write ⎜
horror
thriller
angst
romance
alternate universes (e.g. soulmate au, college au etc.)
fluff
summer lovin' - l.hughes (requested)
synopsis: a summer down at the lake house always had a way of changing peoples relationships.
oh captain, my captain - n.hischier
synopsis: as the new team nurse of the new jersey devils you knew that staying at arms length with the players was for the best, but injuries can bring out your deepest emotions.
my all star - e.pettersson
synopsis: you’ve been dating for a while now and after receiving an invite to go to the all star weekend with Elias you realise your relationship is about to change.
puppy love - t.frederic (requested)
synopsis: you met him once by accident, you don't know what to do when you start your new job with a little bit of puppy love
shameless flirt - a.matthews
synopsis: working as a team trainer came with many ups and downs, when you pull one of toronto's super stars the downs seem to outweigh the ups - but auston is always willing to bring you back up.
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if any writer out there is looking for a beta reader or wtv they call it, im bored out of my mind and have a c1 cambridge certificate
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11:11 is in the works
Trent Frederic x OC x Trevor Zegras will be posted soon. I’m gonna put extra time into this to make it actually make sense… yay for proofreading!
#nhl#nhl fanfiction#nhl bruins#nhl ducks#anaheim ducks#boston bruins#trent frederic#trevor zegras#nhl x reader
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the gift of giving (18+)
pairing(s) — trevor zegras x reader, jamie drysdale x reader, mason mctavish x reader, zegras x drysdale x mctavish
hands off my girl — bfb!rafe cameron x kook!reader
if we're lucky (18+) — rafe cameron x kook!gf!reader
the spit saga (18+)
pairing — jamie drysdale x reader // series inspired by this post
girl dad quinn hughes <3
★ #1 — a gaggle of girlies
★ #2 — stuck like velcro
★ muppet crumbs (18+)
pairing — subby!trent frederic x reader
feb slumber party (18+)
★ #1 — silent treatment
pairing — dbf!sidney crosby x reader
★ #2 — all nighters with rodeo riders
pairing — bull-rider!mattew tkachuk x barrel racer!hughes!reader
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What I post
Here is a list of things i will post on here
Fluff
Angst
slow burn
romance
one shots
imagines
x fem!reader
x gn!reader
no smut (sorry hoes)
Who I currently write for/with
Jack Hughes
Luke Hughes
Quinn Hughes
Nico Hischier
Jamie Drysdale
Jeremy Swayman
Trent Frederic
Connor Bedard
feel free to request anything you want, I have a few new stories in progress (let me know if you wanna hear the titles of them).
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hi!! can i request 18 from the non-verbal 'i love you' prompt list with trent frederic? maybe specifically with a dunkin order? ty!!
STARBUCKS ORDER
okay, so i don't drink dunkin, i drink starbucks for the most part, so we'll just do starbucks.
18. "memorizing their fast food order" (from this prompt list)
trent was due to stop by your apartment at any time. you asked him he could stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things for you so you could make dinner.
you looked down at your dog, "i knew i should've sent him photos of what i wanted." you sighed, throwing your head back and letting out a sigh.
your doorbell buzzed, and both you and your dog ran to the door, "who is it?" you sang into the com.
"me." trent sang back. you smiled, pressing the button to open the door.
a few minutes later, he was knocking on your door. you smiled, letting him inside, "what took you so long? did you get lost?"
"no." trent lied. you raised a brow, "all right, but it's only because i thought the bakery section was where the frozen section was."
"it's never been there." you reminded him.
"well, whatever. i got what you asked me to, and me getting lost in the grocery store was not why i was late." he produced a tray of coffee.
"coffee." you smiled, taking the tray, "and it's my favorite."
"grande brown sugar oat milk with sweet cream cold foam." he nodded.
"thank you." you smiled, taking a big sip of the coffee.
"and i didn't forget about you, cyrus." he bent down in front of your dog, and opened the small cup, "got you a little puppuccino." cyrus eagerly licked the whipped cream out of the cup.
"so, what're you making for dinner?"
"vodka pasta," you answered.
"my favorite." he smiled, "what's the occasion."
"there isn't one. i just love you." you shrugged.
"i love you, too."
#trent frederic imagines#trent frederic imagine#trent frederic x reader#trent frederic fic#trent frederic blurbs#trent frederic#nhl imagine#nh imagines#nhl fic#nhl#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#nhl blurbs#hockey blurbs#hockey fic#hockey#boston bruins imagine#boston bruins imagines#boston bruins blurbs#boston bruins fic#boston bruins#taylor writes#taylor writes: hockey#taylor's blurbs#taylor's prompt lists
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Triumphant Return
Pairing: David Pastrnak x female!reader
Type: Fluff
Warnings: let’s pretend Covid isn’t a thing and there were actually fans at the Washington game on the 1st
Word Count: 1359
Summary: After the first game against the Capitals David hit his stride. And with his team down 3-0 again, the game rests on his stick. In true Pastrnak fashion he sets the wheels in motion for a return like no other so far.
A/N: I’m a Bruins fan, this game was too good not to incorporate somehow
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The feeling in the box was dismal. Cam Neely had his head in his hands as the replay of Carlson’s goal played on the jumbo iron. Stephanie sighed from her seat next to you. You just shook your head and kept your eyes trained on the Bruins bench.
David, Patrice, and Brad were leaning against the wall talking as they waited for play to resume. You watched as David nodded at something Brad said as the ref blew the whistle for the face off.
Fans in the stadium were louder than they had been on Saturday. You watched as David lined up beside Bergy. He won the face off, getting the puck to David. He took a shot. The puck bounced off of Vanecek’s blocker. Brad circled behind the net and scooped up the puck. You leaned forward in your seat as you watched Brad get the puck to David. Your heart jumped into your throat as David took another shot. This one hit home, striking the back of the net.
Stephanie grabbed your arm in excitement. You laughed and smiled as you watched your boyfriend hug his teammates. They weren’t as excited as you and Stephanie, but it was something and they had to admit that.
The rest of the second period went by scoreless. Trent Frederic kept getting under Wilson’s skin, something that forced you to make a comment to Stephanie.
“If Freddie keeps pissing Wilson off he’s gonna get his head punched in,” you said during intermission, taking a sip of your beer.
“Well his first fight is gonna come one way or another,” Stephanie responded. “It’ll be a reality check if it comes against Wilson.”
“You aren’t wrong about that.”
Just seven minutes had passed from the start of the third period when lightning struck twice. You didn’t even see Pasta until he was shooting from in front of the net. He didn’t second guess himself before letting the shot loose. It once again found its way from his stick to the back of the net.
You knew you weren't going to have a voice the next morning when you let out an excited yell. The game was within reach. Crazier wins had happened, scoring a goal in twelve minutes was fully possible.
You couldn’t keep still, bouncing your leg as you leaned forward in your seat and watched as Freddie lined up. The second the puck hit the ground Wilson launched at Freddie. Fans screamed louder than they had before as the two players threw punches.
The fight only lasted a few seconds before Wilson had Freddie on the ice, but Freddie held his own. It was impressive for a guy in his first year. Hell, it was impressive for any player to get a few good licks in against Wilson.
The atmosphere in the box shifted as the nine minute mark approached. Neely was exchanging words with Don Sweeney. You felt yourself relax as the Coyle line skated out.
The puck bounced against the board after McAvoy sent it away from the net. Lauzon skated from his position across the ice and picked it up. He glanced up as he approached the corner and passed the puck to Smith. Smitty snapped it into the net behind Vanecek’s back. Stephanie grabbed your arm again as you jumped up from your seats.
They had done it again. They had dug themselves from 3-0 again.
Your nerves had only started to get the better of you when, with two and a half minutes remaining, Kuraly circled behind the net and got the puck to Carlo. He didn’t hesitate before shooting and finding the back of the net.
For the rest of the game the Capitals were on the offensive, desperately trying to tie it up. You smiled as Vanecek skated away from his goal over to the bench. It was a recipe for Marchy to put the final nail in the Caps’ coffin.
Sure enough, with just over a minute remaining, Krecji passed the puck to Marchy who waltzed right up to the empty net and put Boston up 5-3.
Parties after wins were always fun. Parties after comeback wins were on a whole different level.
You laughed wholeheartedly as you watched David and Freddie danced to the music playing from the speakers. David caught your eye from across the room and motioned for you to join him. You shook your head with a smile, perfectly happy staying where you were on your barstool. He made a face before saying something to Freddie and walking over to you.
“What are you doing all alone over here?” he asked, sitting down next to you.
“Watching my boyfriend act like a complete idiot with his friends,” you responded, looking at him over the rim of your glass as you took a sip of your drink.
“Well I think I’m entitled to have a good time tonight,” he retorted.
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“I did score two goals,” he smirked. You smiled and leaned over, pecking his lips. He tasted like the tequila he’d been sipping on all night.
“The rest of the league better look out,” you teased, your hand still resting on the back of his neck. “Pasta’s back in town.”
“I can’t wait to get back to the home crowd,” he said, playing with the back of your dress.
“They’re gonna love you,” you nodded. “More so than they already do.”
“But you love me more,” he said.
“Don’t blow my cover,” you teased, poking him in the ribs. He just laughed and kissed your forehead.
He put his arm around your shoulders and you rested your head against him. Marchy sidled up beside you, ready with a snarky comment.
“You two are far too sober to be enjoying this,” he lamented as he leaned against the bar, sandwiching David between you.
“Yeah you’re gonna have fun at practice tomorrow morning,” you retorted, looking over him. David snorted and kissed the top of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair.
Katrina came over and retrieved her husband, pulling him out of the ballroom.
“Bedtime doesn’t sound too bad right about now,” you yawned, resting your head on David’s shoulder.
“I’ve gotta say I agree,” Pasta nodded. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
You were able to slip out to the elevators without attracting the attention of the team, something you were deeply grateful for because you knew if he’d been pulled aside by one of his teammates he wouldn’t be able to deny staying at the party.
You fell into bed before David had even closed the door behind him. He laughed when he walked into the bedroom to see you holding a pillow to your chest.
“Baby,” he sat down beside you, placing a hand on your thigh. “It won’t be comfortable sleeping in these jeans. You should change.”
You just hummed. David smiled to himself and rolled you onto your back. You hummed again in acknowledgement as his fingers popped the button of your jeans. David leaned down and kissed the small strip of skin that your shirt exposed. You smiled softly at the feeling of his lips as he gently pulled your jeans down your legs. He stood up, folding them as he went, and walked into the bathroom.
You almost fell asleep as your boyfriend readied himself for bed.
“Y/N, baby,” he whispered as he laid down next to you. You tossed the pillow you’d been holding aside and latched yourself onto him. He smiled down at you as he watched you cling to his arm and nuzzle your head into his chest. He rubbed your back as he rested his head against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
He let his mind wander. It wandered off to the night he first met you. Then it bounced over to the night he asked to move in with him. That had been an amazing night. The first time you’d curled up in his bed, your bed, and fell asleep had been the best feeling ever. He was totally in love then, and he’s totally in love now.
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𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖉𝖔𝖌 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬
requests are open
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hello! everything i write is x reader, and as of rn it’s only dude x fem or gn reader
ppl i write for:
mitch rapp
stuart twombly
thomas (tmr)
bucky barnes
joaquin torres
steve rogers
peter parker
tom holland
ben hardy
gwilym lee
warren worthington iii
billy/4
dean winchester
sam winchester
jack kline
castiel
trent frederic
eggsy unwin
and as of rn that’s it :) but you never know, so if you have something special in mind, send me an ask.
the only requirements:
- specify if it’s gender neutral or x fem reader.
- if you have a specific idea, be specific! i wanna make u happy 🥺
- if you don’t, that’s also fine, but just be aware i’ll probably be flexible with it.
- if i state that i don’t feel comfy or that i don’t want to write that fic at the time, pls do not pressure me to do so and repeatedly send asks abt it :)
things i will not do:
-anything related to inc*st (or wincest heh hemm)
-dark!fics where the reader is se*ually as*aulted by the person who it is x
-ab*rtion
and i think that’s abt it! if u have any questions pls lmk!!!!!
send your requests here :)
btw sorry if the censoring it weird, i didn’t want to accidentally trigger someone :)
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❥ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧
trent frederic.
word count: 4.2k
warning: explicit content
"kiss it, kiss it better, baby" — rihanna
A/N: okay, so i saw this happen against TB and immediately opened my notes app. he's actually criminally attractive. anyway hope you all enjoy the long-awaited fic 💞
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Complicated was one of a handful of words that could accurately describe your relationship with Trent. You were friends; good friends, at that. You had been for a long time.
But some would argue that most friends didn’t do the things that you did on most nights.
You always knew he was good-looking—it wasn’t to anybody’s surprise. It sure as hell wasn’t unknown to the girls who offered themselves up to him on any platform they could get their hands on. And it especially wasn’t by the ones who’d do it to his face. Thing is, he often turned them down.
He didn’t need to oblige them if he was getting it from you every other night.
It started late in the 2022-23 hockey season. You were shocked by just how incredible the Bruins’ season was going, and by association, Trent’s. He was even up for NESN’s 7th Player Award.
He’d gained…confidence. And a lot of it. Of course, Trent kept a good head on his shoulders—he was never in over his head, but he carried that high with him when he played, and it showed. That was around the time you began to see your friend through a different lens than you normally had.
And it was through that same new lens that you saw him the first time he took you to bed.
It was often that you’d go for small periods of time without seeing each other since the team would travel for their road games. But this time it had been weeks since you’d seen him; you lived in Boston, but you went on a trip with your family, and the team left for a road trip when you got back. It was the longest you’d been apart since the beginning of the season, paired with the newfound attraction to him.
He showed up at your door when they finally arrived home, much to your surprise. One thing led to another, and you eventually found yourself laid flat on your bed with the weight of his body on top of you.
But he traveled a ton, visited home often, and you had your own life, so things remained strictly physical. And when you weren’t tangled up with him, you were friends.
Was it stupid? Probably. No, it was—you knew that much. Maybe because it was just meaningless sex. Maybe because you could only see each other when he was in Boston. Or maybe because the one thing that wasn’t supposed to happen, happened.
Maybe you’d begun to feel for each other.
Trent loved to fight. It was an integral part of his game, and it even used to be one of the only things he did do. You couldn’t lie, either—it was hot when he did it, and the nights after were typically…well spent.
So when Trent got into a tussle with Tampa Bay’s Tanner Jeannot, you found your attention to be especially focused on him and the blood trickling down his face as he skated off the ice.
Two nights later, you heard the noise that you’d been not-so-patiently waiting for; the one that you rejected sleep for, and the one you assumed you’d be hearing at some point during the night. The knock on your door.
At nearly two in the morning, you heard it, and your feet quickly carried you to the door, knowing exactly what was waiting behind it:
Trent, arms folded, sporting a vicious black eye with a particularly large grin on his lips.
You put on a brave face and straightened out your shoulders, hoping to achieve some sort of collectiveness. A brief period of silence prevailed until you finally broke it.
“Hey,” you spoke in your best attempt to sound nonchalant.
“Hey,” he repeated your tone, taking a step closer to you as you took one back, silently allowing him to pass through the doorway and into your apartment.
“I missed you, y’know,” your voice rang softly in his ears as your head tilted back to look up at him.
His ringed finger traced the shape of your jawline and found its place just under your chin. “That so?” he rasped, a teasing hint in his tone.
“Mhm,” the matter-of-fact response softly left your stretched lips as your arms wrapped around him. “How’s your eye?”
“Eh,” he shrugged, “not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I was watching. It looked pretty bad at first, no?”
“It was. I couldn’t see.” His eyes narrowed as he leaned down to you, tongue slipping out to lick his lips. “Why do you ask? You worried about me?”
Instead of a verbal reply, your hand slid up to his face, thumb gently grazing the bruised skin of his eye as you quietly examined it. Then, you leaned up, gently pressing your lips to the corner of his eye, just where the bruising originated atop the initial cut. His hold on you tightened just slightly as he flinched at the contact. You trailed more feather-light kisses down his cheek, moving in a path toward his nose and the second wound.
“A little,” you finally whispered as your lips reached the reddened skin near the cut, then moved downward at a torturously slow pace, eventually hovering just in front of his parted ones. “But I was more focused on how you looked rather than how it looked.”
“And how was that?” he inquired, his warm breath fanning your lips.
The soft “hot” barely was able to leave your mouth before he pressed his lips firmly to yours, effectively cutting you off. Large hands pressed into your sides as the one previously under your chin slid down and aligned with the other at your hips. He pulled you into him, the gesture with a bit of force driven by the want that built up in the time that passed since he’d seen you last.
He walked you backward, slowly urging you toward the nearest surface that he could press you against. The leg of the couch hit the back of your knee and brought you to a halt just as he pulled back for a breath.
“You want it here or—”
“Bed.”
In a matter of seconds, your body was hoisted up, legs wrapped around his waist as he walked you down the short hallway and into your room. The slam of the door echoed throughout the space when his foot kicked it shut. It wasn’t long before you laid flat on the bed with the weight of Trent’s body atop yours.
The whole arrangement was stupid—hooking up with the same person, however many times, just for the satisfaction of it. You knew you should’ve ended it weeks ago—hell, months ago—but you didn’t. Because he felt too good, and you just couldn’t find the strength to deny him.
The warmth of his hands imprinted itself on your hips, your waist, the frail skin below your t-shirt that had begun to ride up your midsection. Your own fingers tangled into his hair, grasping the loose reddish-brown curls with a sense of fervent urgency as his lips trailed from your jaw down to your neck.
“Shit,” you sighed, pushing his head further into your neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your skin.
“Like that, mm?”
“God, don’t start now,” you spoke with a roll of your eyes, breaths labored as they passed through your parted lips.
“Too late.”
A roll of your eyes was your only response, and his fingers left a faint squeeze on your waist as he lifted his head, face hovering above yours. “What, you just gonna take that from a dumb hockey player?”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”
“And why shouldn’t I?”
“Because,” you breathed, “you haven’t seen everything yet.”
When he asked what you meant, he was first met with a silent grin; one that told him he was going to have to find out for himself, but not before you gave him a hint, just a nudge in the right direction. So you removed a hand from his head and wrapped the fingers around his wrist, slowly pushing his own hand up until it came into contact with the soft material that hugged your upper body, still covered by the fabric of your shirt.
Only a moment passed before he was peeling it from your body, quickly having realized exactly what that “everything” was from earlier.
Now, your upper half was exposed, the cool air streaming in from your cracked-open window and hitting your skin in just the right places. And on display for Trent’s eyes to see was the black, lacey material—a sight he’d never seen on you before, and one that he just knew he could get used to.
“Well,” his head dipped down, lips beginning to kiss along your stomach and slowly working their way up, “would you look at that?”
“Mm,” was all that you were able to manage as he reached the fabric on your chest.
“Not every day that I get to see you like this,” he noted softly.
“I know.” A faint groan left your parted lips when you exhaled, letting go of the breath you held in as he worked his way up to your collarbones.
Your hands found the hem of his shirt and swiftly tore it from his body, letting it fall to the ground as your fingers explored his back. The tag that hung from the now-visible chain around his neck hit the warm skin between your collarbones, the familiar cold surface telling you what it was without you having to bat an eye.
“Still haven’t…haven’t seen everything yet.”
“I’m working on it,” he cooed, lips teasing the skin of your neck as he worked your sweatpants down your legs, just far enough for you to kick them off.
Finally, the purchase you made earlier that day was on full display for him, hugging each curve in the perfect place. He pushed himself up, both hands planted on the bed with one on each side of you. You watched as his eyes trailed from your face down to your chest, stopping at your waist before bringing them back into focus at your eyes. The breath he let out before speaking could have easily been mistaken for a moan.
“You’re incredible.”
You grinned as his hand slipped between your legs, fingers dancing along the dampened lace slowly. “God, already?” he teased, dragging his fingers across the fabric, causing your breath to hitch just slightly.
“Please,” you laughed. “Don’t act so surprised.”
“Oh, don’t worry—I’m not.”
It never took much for you to be ready for him; he always had this way about him that never failed to turn you on, and he knew it.
And tonight, he and you both knew that there wasn’t room for stalling.
So you pulled him back down to you, tongue tangling with his. His hand rose up to take yours, lacing your fingers tightly with his, then brought the two to his face where he kissed the back of yours.
“Symbolistic tonight, aren’t we?” you remarked with a faint laugh.
“Something like that,” he winked as he reached down and unbuckled his belt, tossing it to the floor along with the other discarded articles of clothing.
“Tell me something,” he spoke promptly, fingers unzipping his pants.
“Hm?”
“If I wanted you to do something, would you do it?”
“Such as?” you inquired.
“Such as…” he repeated with a stretch of his lips as he lifted himself up and moved onto his back beside you. “Come here.”
At his words, you inched closer to him, his eyes boring into yours as you looked up. “Yeah?”
“I want you to get on top.”
Your eyes shot open.
He made himself clear, and you knew exactly what you heard. You probably should have predicted it from the way he laid on his back so fast, but you didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t exactly something that would’ve crossed your mind; it couldn’t have when you’d never done it before. All of the times you’d been with him—in all of the places—it was something you hadn’t done. And he knew that.
“Trent, I’ve never—”
“I know,” he cut you off, a finger placed just under your chin. “It’s okay. I’ll help you.”
“I…” you swallowed, brows knit together as he looked down at you, “…okay.”
He pressed a kiss to your lips. Despite the situation, he was being gentle. “Just let me help you, ‘mkay? And if it gets too much, we’ll stop.”
You nodded, and that was when he brought his hands to your lips and carefully lifted you over him, setting you down atop his lower stomach before he situated himself below his waist. Then, he instructed you to lift yourself up slightly, allowing his fingers to slip between your legs and move the fabric to the side so he could line himself up.
Finally, you felt the pressure of him pressing at your entrance just slightly, and you knew he was ready.
“Hold on to me.”
At his word, you put a hand on each shoulder firmly and looked at him, giving him the cue to continue. His hands on your hips slowly and carefully lowered you down, allowing you to sink into his lap comfortably. Various soft whimpers were pried from your throat as you took him, the all-new feeling setting in.
You hadn’t noticed that your eyes had screwed shut at some point through it, but of course, he did.
“Hey,” he spoke gently, not to startle you.
You slowly opened your eyes and looked down into his, brows still knit and unwilling to falter as you awaited his next word. You didn’t say a word, knowing that you’d be letting nothing slip from your lips but heavy breaths as you adjusted to him.
“Look at how pretty you are…”
A curt tilt of your head was your first move. “Don’t,” you tried to speak, cut off by your own breaths, “don’t lie.”
“You think I’m lying?” he scoffed, chuckling as he brought his ringed finger under your chin once more. “Just look at you.”
A hand ran along the lace around your waist, then slowly moved up to your chest, tracing the band. “See?” he leaned up and pressed a kiss to your lips. “See how pretty you are?”
All you could manage was a nod as his hands settled at your waist once more and moved his hips, lowering you just slightly further, carefully gauging how much you could take to start.
“You feel that?”
“Mhm.”
He slid you up a bit, allowing you to feel the movement; to adjust to it before he started for real. He gave you a moment to tighten your grip, and when he finally felt your muscles relax just slightly, he let you sink down fully. You let out a whimper as your fingers dug into his shoulders.
The feeling of him inside you should’ve been all too familiar by now, and it would’ve been had it been under the typical circumstances. But this time was different. For just a sliver of time—a split second—it felt like you were back to the first night you spent with him, your senses heightened as they hyper-focused on how perfectly he filled you.
Every last inch of him could be felt from this position. It felt incredible, and you couldn’t gather enough strength to voice it.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” you nodded, “I’m…okay.”
“Good,” he softly replied, leaning up to kiss you again. “This is the hard part, ‘mkay?”
“Okay.”
With that, he used his hands to begin moving you. It was slow at first—he knew you would struggle then, and he wanted you to be able to handle it before he continued. So he moved his hips along with you, keeping a pace that he was sure you were okay with.
“Fuck,” your voice finally sounded, and he couldn’t help but grin softly. Before he knew it, you were moving along with him, matching his pace and breathing deeply.
“That’s it,” he encouraged quietly.
And when he knew you were alright, his hips sped up, just enough to satisfy his own needs without making you uncomfortable. His position was now altered, as were the places he reached, prolonging your pleasure and providing another feeling for you to get used to—him buried to the hilt as he thrust his hips up, meeting with yours each time as you slowly gained comfort.
You buried your face into his neck, the skin doing an average job at concealing your moans. He breathed out deeply as your hand trailed from his shoulder down to his chest, cold metal of his chain pressing into your palm. Your mind was unable to fixate itself on anything other than him, how good he felt, and how you hadn’t already done it before.
It never took much to remind you of why you kept agreeing to this.
“Look at me,” he finally spoke, prompting you to lift your head, eyes meeting with his as you gripped his chest.
“When you’re close, say something to me.”
At his bluntness, your stomach dropped. It was a demand, no doubt, but despite the situation, his demeanor was gentle. His intentions were clear; he wanted to know, to prepare you. To help you when the time came, because—like anything—it wouldn’t be easy.
A breathy “okay” was all that you managed to let out, accompanied by a sharp nod.
His gaze trailed down, stopping at your chest and finally taking in the sight before him. He’d never seen you in something so weakening. As much as one part of him wanted to tear the black lace straight from your body, the other couldn’t imagine letting it leave his sight. And although he was in control, guiding you through each and every movement, he was completely captivated by you.
By now, you’d begun to take a sliver of initiative, allowing yourself to set a pace that you could comfortably keep up with. Trent’s hands remained on your hips, loosening their grip just slightly to give you not just the freedom you needed, but the support that he knew you couldn’t go without.
Finally, a familiar feeling grew in your stomach as your hand moved back up to his shoulder with a growing suspicion of needing the extra support. You wanted to listen to him; to tell him something like he said to do before. So you did.
“Hands,” was all you could manage, your strained voice pulling him and his focus away from your chest.
“Hm?”
“Don’t,” you sighed, “move them.”
“They’re not going anywhere,” he reassured you, repositioning them just above your waist, grip remaining firm as he pulled you into him, allowing you to sink more comfortably into his lap.
The warmth that his large hands gave to your skin paired with the cool touch of his ring brought a sense of familiarity to you, allowing your body to relax into his as you rode through the mild, yet growing discomfort.
“Right there,” you mumbled, gripping him tighter as the pit in your stomach grew, urging you further toward your breaking point. He allowed you to get yourself there, to go at your own pace, helping you to keep yourself as comfortable as possible, given the situation.
And before you knew it, your eyes were screwed shut as you reached the high you’d been chasing. He felt you tighten around him, the pressure causing his head to fall back as he sucked air through his teeth. But through it, he helped you, worked you through your release as he finally brought himself to his. You were grateful for his support, especially in this moment.
Moans spilled from your lips, each one more uncontrollably loud than the last. He always felt good, but god, it had never been this good.
And when he slid a hand from your hip to your stomach, you were easily able to guess what he was doing; what he was feeling for. That was all it took for him to be pulled over with you, thoroughly coating your walls with his own warm release and undoubtedly increasing your pleasure.
You continued to move your hips as much as you could manage, and your efforts drew a low groan from him. Your legs were weak, trembling from the unfamiliar feeling of being spread open for such an extensive period, along with his dick hitting just about every last sweet spot possible.
“Trent,” you whimpered, and he removed his hand from your stomach to place it behind your head, easing you down to his chest as he stilled.
Labored breaths filled the space as you lay just under his shoulder, your palm having made its way back to his chest, chain resting below it once more. His arm was wrapped around your waist, hand now in the small of your back, rubbing back and forth gently.
“You did great,” he whispered.
You nodded slowly, eyes closed as your breathing began to steady. The hand that rubbed your back was the subject of your focus, helping to calm you and your body as it melted into the warmth of his.
“Hey,” he spoke softly, tapping the back of your head with a finger. Warm brown eyes greeted yours when you looked up, a faint smile taking shape on his face as his palm flattened against the back of your head.
“I’m proud of you.”
Your head tilted to the side as a smile crept up on your face to match his. “You are?”
“Mhm,” he confirmed, pulling you closer. “You did so good.”
He leaned over to kiss your cheek, lingering for just a moment before resting his head back once more. Beads of sweat coated him—his forehead, his neck, his chest—and you could feel it under your palms. But you didn’t pay it any mind. You just kept your body comfortably still against his.
“Thanks,” you chuckled quietly.
“Mhm.”
“You know, I, uh,” you started, then took in a breath while you gathered the words that slipped you. Your head tilted downward, eyes honing in on his chest as you continued, just slightly too embarrassed to look up. “I’m glad it was you.”
“Yeah?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” you nodded back. “You’re just about the only guy I’d trust not to…to hurt me. Or use it to his own benefit instead.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, “It sounds so fucking stupid saying it out loud, but people just…suck.”
“Hey,” he brought his finger under to your chin once again, nudging it upward until your gaze realigned with his.
“I’d never do that.”
“I know,” you whispered, brows knitting together as you nodded. “I trust you.”
“Good,” he nodded, then leaned up to kiss you softly, pulling you in with his finger.
When he pulled away, his lips remained centimeters away from yours, warm breath grazing your face lightly as you parted yours to speak gently.
“Stay with me.”
He didn’t have to think about it—he already knew what he’d say. But he wanted to be sure that you were sure first. Through all of the nights you had together, he’d never stayed the night, and neither had you.
His freckled cheeks stretched as a smile shaped his face, his teeth now on display. “You sure?”
When you nodded in response, you barely gave him time to finish the phrase, swallowing thickly as you awaited his answer.
“Then I’m not going anywhere.”
When you leaned back over to hug him, it caused him to shift in you, eliciting a whimper from your lips. He took notice quickly, moving his hands back to your hips and stabilizing you.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I just,” you breathed shakily, “just need to move.”
“Come on, I’ll help you.”
He gripped you tightly as you slowly lifted yourself up, a long, weak breath escaping your parted lips as your eyes began to close. His voice helped calm you down as he spoke to you softly. “It’s okay,” he reassured you for what seemed like the tenth time, “I’ve got you.”
Finally, you laid down comfortably next to him. Your arm rested atop his midsection, hand resting in the same place on his chest as he wrapped his own arm around your waist. He pulled you into him, into the warmth of his large body, coaxing your head to his chest once more.
“Trent,” you spoke finally, your eyes growing in size as you tilted your head up. “You didn’t put a—”
“I know,” he softly told you, his soft eyes meeting yours. “You’re consistent, and I’m not hooking up with anyone else.”
“Okay.”
At first, your mind seemed to slip past the last part. It quickly circled back around, however, a confused expression now lined your face. “You’re not?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Why?”
“You’re enough.”
Your expression fell instantly, shock plaguing your thoughts as you lifted your head and tried to blink yourself out of the state you were now in. “But we’re not—”
“I know.”
You knew you wouldn’t get more out of him, and both you and him could tell that the other was tired. So you put your head back down and set it aside for the morning. “Okay.”
Trent pulled the sheets up and laid them across your shoulder, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Get some sleep, ‘mkay?”
“Okay,” you whispered back with a nod.
“…Night, Trent.”
The two of you were asleep just moments later, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Now, something was different, and you both knew it. It was intimate; more intimate than it had ever been for you two.
For the first time, you would spend the whole night with him. And it surely wouldn’t be the last.
So maybe this whole thing was stupid, after all. But this time, you came out the other end knowing why.
Because you did feel for each other.
#trent frederic#trent frederic fic#boston bruins imagine#hockey#boston bruins#trent frederic imagine#trent frederic smut#hockey fic#trent frederic x reader
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from your halloween scenarios & dialogue, scenario 31 & 20 with dialogue 10 & 19?? something with trent frederic where he starts off teasing the reader then he realizes shes actually scared so he cuddles & babys her?? 🥺❤️
this isn’t my best but i still like it tbh lol. request for more trent fics! he’s so cute (or any bruins players tbh i’m falling for some of them)
Your eyes glance warily over at your living room window where the rain is pelting violently against the glass. Thunder rumbles through the air so deeply your house shakes and your nerves deepen as a flash of lightning brightens the sky for just a moment.
Trent takes this moment to finally sit down next to you on the couch, long limbs spread everywhere and you turn in your seat to look at him. Your legs are pulled up in a criss cross fashion and you lean on your knees to look at Trent.
“Tell me a story,” you say, hoping your voice sounds relaxed enough that it’s casual and doesn’t convey the true nerves you were feeling deep down.
“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?” he teases and you roll your eyes.
“Fuck off I’m bored,” you say trying to convince your best friend.
“Hmm,” the bruins player hums in thought for a moment before an idea strikes and he’s turning towards you with a mischievous gleam in his expression.
“There once was a family that lived in a big cabin house out near the woods. At night, the woods always grew dark and eerie as sounds could be heard from the forest.”
As Trent talks, you find yourself regretting your earlier request of a story and realize that he was only going to make your nerves jump through the roof. Your legs start to bounce anxiously, the story turning to gruesome details that will probably stick with you for the rest of the night.
“Now, whenever a thunderstorm like this happens, all you’ll ever be able to hear coming towards you at night is the thump of a peg leg hitting the ground in the woods, waiting to get you next,” Trent finishes the story and you’re staring at him with terror in your eyes.
“(y/n)?” he asks, realizing something was off when you didn’t respond to the end of his story.
“That kind of scared me,” you mumble shyly.
Just as Trent is about to apologize a million times over for being the biggest douche in the world, a flash of lightning blasts through the room and the sound shakes you so deep you jump and a shriek leaves your lips.
“Woah woah woah woah hey,” Trent says, pulling you into his arms so your face is pressed to his chest and your body is curled safely into him,
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You look up, placing your chin on his chest and staring into his soft brown eyes that convey worry and protection and care all wrapped up in one look that has your heart jumping.
Trent’s eyes trace your features, a soft sigh releasing from him as he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. When he pulls back his heart soars seeing the smile on your face.
“Come here baby,” he whispers and pulls you in close, making sure you’re comfortably wrapped up tight in his arms for the rest of the night.
#trent frederic x reader#trent frederic drabble#trent frederic x y/n#trent frederic imagine#boston bruins x y/n#boston bruins x fic#trent frederic fic#boston bruins x reader#boston bruins imagine#prettytoxicrevolver fic
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Requests are always open although I only take them for dialogue prompts unless stated otherwise. I don’t limit my fanfiction to just writing a pair as a couple. I’m open to writing them as just friends/best friends, siblings, etc.
More players and pairings will most likely be added as time goes on. I also don’t plan on removing anyone or any pairing so if they’re already listed, they’re here to stay.
Clicking a name or pairing will take you to that player’s individual masterlist. At the moment that only consists of Kasperi Kapanen, Torey Krug, Tuukka Rask, Tyler Seguin, William Nylander.
x Reader
Adam McQuaid
Auston Matthews
Brad Marchand
Brandon Carlo
Charlie Coyle
Charlie McAvoy
David Pastrnak
Jake DeBrusk
Kasperi Kapanen
Mat Barzal
Mitch Marner
Patrice Bergeron
Sean Kuraly
Torey Krug
Trent Frederic
Tuukka Rask
Tyler Seguin
William Nylander
Slash (M/M)
Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand
David Pastrnak/Tuukka Rask
#boston bruins#new york islanders#dallas stars#toronto maple leafs#new york rangers#columbus blue jackets#pittsburgh penguins#st louis blues#nhl#ice hockey#hockey#imagines#prompts#fanfiction#masterlist
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hi all, I just wanted to post this for a little bit of writing in between writing my longer fics
to request please give me a prompt (you can mix and match or pick just one), a rough scenario or feel or the prompt and the person from the below list you'd like it with. - feel free to send me prompts you'd like to see on the list.
(NOTE: if anything has a line throught it - it will be temporarily unavailable due to overwhelming request.)
who i write for:
nico hischier
timo meier
dawson mercer
alexander holtz
john marino
luke hughes
jack hughes (unavailable - too many requests)
quinn huges
mat barzal (unavailable - too many requests)
elias pettersson
trent frederic
jeremy swayman (unavailable - too many requests)
auston matthews
joseph woll
cole caufield
jamie drysdale
matthew knies
seth jarvis
cale makar
quote prompts:
"Please come to bed" (unavailable - too many requests)
“No, I cant leave you like this”
“Just tell me what you want from me.”
“Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours!”
“I want you....here.... right now”
“You can rest your head on me, I don’t mind.” (Unavailable - too many requests)
“I just can’t say no to you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Can you zip up my dress for me?”
"I'm proud to be seen with you." (Unavailable - too many requests)
"you forgot?"
"where's my hug at?"
"shit, no...that's not what I meant."
"this isn't what it used to be."
"tell me how to fix this."
“no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” (unavailable - too many requests)
"can you please come get me?" (unavailable - too many requests)
"i've got you."
"back the fuck off"
"my tummy hurts."
"I don't want to be alone." (Unavailable - too many requests)
"Just stay on the phone with me."
"Who the fuck is that?"
misc prompts:
showing that they care
how they care for you
remembering the good and the bad
times you knew you loved them
how they show they're jealous
late night talks
after a roadtrip
how you care for them
their favourite thing about you
your favourite thing about them
times you could've been hurt
times you were hurt
times they could've been hurt
times they were hurt
bf headcanons
#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fic#nhl#jack hughes#quinn hughes#luke hughes#jamie drysdale#nico hischier#auston matthews#joseph woll#alexander holtz#timo meier#john marino#jeremy swayman#trent frederic#mat barzal#elias pettersson#matthew knies#cole caufield#dawson mercer
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11:11 - Part 1: Rooftop Meetings
Pairing: Trent Frederic x OC x Trevor Zegras
Warning(s): Swearing, alcohol consumption, negative self-image, suggestive themes
Summary: Trent and Trevor have fallen for the same girl, Kasey Dalton, whose only interest is pouring her heart and soul into nursing school. She and Trevor both attended BU and became friends, but Trent plays for her favorite team and is less hungry for fame… who will she choose?
Music (optional): Big Boy by SZA (beginning to getting in the elevator), Slow Down by Chase Atlantic Slowed + Reverb (stepping out of the elevator to Kasey leaving Trent in the bathroom), We’ll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross (crying in the elevator to the end)
Kasey’s POV
rrrriiiinnnggg…. rrrrriiiiinnnnggggg….. rrrriiiiiinnnnngggg
The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of the deep sleep I was in. I groan, of course, and snatch her phone off of the bedside table. 5:30 pm. My post-uni nap was two incredibly short hours long, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep… especially with Hannah’s missed calls flooding my screen. I call my friend back, and she picks up after a single ring.
“Kasey! I was about to drive to your apartment, what the hell! I thought you were dead or something!”
“I might be dead, honestly. You know school’s been totally draining me.”
“Which is exactly why I called. You need to get out and do something, Kas. You’re truly a corpse right now, so… We’re going to Rooftop @ Revere. Absolutely no objections.”
“Hannah…”
“No, you’re not getting out of this. Time to do something normal twenty-two-year-olds do, at least for a night… I’ll bring a few of my dresses over and help you with makeup.”
“…Argh, fine… but if I hate it, I’m leaving as soon as I want.”
An excited squeal from Hannah’s end is cut off as she hangs up, and I run a hand over my face. Hannah would probably weave her way through Boston’s traffic and make it to my apartment in record time, but the bed felt as if it was swallowing me whole. Slowly, I drag myself out of the bed and toward my kitchen to retrieve my best friend in the whole entire world… a cup of coffee. If it can get me through nursing school, it can get me through a night at a bar. I’m leaning against the counter, listening to the sound of the coffee maker when I barely catch the sound of a notification coming from my phone. I trudge back to my bed, grab my phone and see who wants my attention. It's Trevor, of course; he’s wanted my attention since we met.
Trev: Kas, do u have the notes for Mattieu’s class
Kasey: No. You don’t need the notes anyway, Mr. NHL Star. Don’t you have sticks to be taping or something?
Trev: I always got time for u, Kassidy. Ducks and I are in Boston for the weekend, can I see u?
Kasey: Stop texting like a child… then I’ll consider.
Trev: Ok ok sorry. I am younger than you, though.
Kasey: By a year.
Kasey: Anyway, Hannah’s dragging me out of the house. Bringing me to Rooftop @ Revere, apparently.
Trev: See u there
Kasey: ???
The front door of my apartment swings open and Hannah lets herself inside. I knew I shouldn’t have given her that key… especially when I notice the lack of clothing on her body. She looks great, of course, but the idea of myself in something similar makes me cringe.
“Coffee’s done. Drink up, sista.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I return to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Of course. You need to socialize sometimes, Miss Straight A’s. You need a boyfriend, too.” She smirks at me and I frown.
“I don’t have time for a boyfriend, you know that.”
“A fling, then!”
“Not my kind of thing.” I wrinkle my nose.
“Do you still have those heels I got you for your birthday?” She asks.
“In the back of my closet, why?” She shows me the dress and I nearly choke on my coffee. Low cut, backless, and skin tight… of course.
“Hannah, red is not my color.”
“It totally is.” She hangs the dress over the back of a chair “I’m going to find those heels, finish that coffee asap.” Before I can object, she’s down the hallway. I look at the dress, hanging over the chair, and cringe at the thought of it on my body. It would totally accentuate all the parts of my body I despise… can I survive this?
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“Girl, you have to wear makeup more often. Not because you need it, but because you look unbelievably good with it.” Hannah says as she adds the finishing touches to my look. I tug the hem of my dress down in hopes of finding more fabric, but the front of my dress just exposes more cleavage.
“I don’t know about this dress, Hannah…” I feel my cheeks heat up.
“You look so good, you have no idea. C’mon, we gotta go.” Hannah’s always in a rush, so I don’t argue. Instead, I struggle into the ridiculous black thigh-high heels she got me for my birthday and leave the bathroom.
“Woop woop! Let’s go steal the hearts of the people of Boston!” She cheers loudly, fishes her car keys from her purse, and hurries me out of my apartment “I’ve got your phone, here. Trevor wants your attention.”
“He usually does.” I sigh, ignoring the suggestive tone lacing her voice.
Trev: omw
Kasey: Yeah, me too.
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Hannah herds me into the elevator that will take us up to the rooftop, and I’m unbelievably thankful that we’re its only occupants.
“You got this, girlie. Honestly, you don’t even have to try. Just be you, and I’ll be by your side all night.” Hannah grabs my hand and her unbelievably contagious excitement seeps into my skin. My heart is hammering against my ribcage; I am so not a “people person” but Hannah makes me feel safe and confident. When the elevator reaches the rooftop, we step out whilst both radiating confidence. To my surprise, the place isn’t very bar-y. It's more of a cozy lounge with a bar on the side. The lights aren’t overstimulating at all; they’re dim and the moonlight helps light up the rooftop. Hannah gives my hand a squeeze, then lets go. I feel like a toddler left to drown in the deep end for just a moment, but I meet her hazel eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
“I could use a drink. How about you?” She smiles at me and my heart rate slows to normal.
“Yeah, me too…” She leads me to the bar and asks about the drinks they have. I’m listening at first, but then there’s a presence beside me I didn’t expect. The smell of cologne fills my nostrils, and my heart rate rises again. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice curly brown hair with very noticeable swoops at the base of his neck. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I look right at him… big mistake. I know that face. It's the face of a feral hockey-playing punk.
“Wait, you’re Trent Frederic, right?” I say without thinking, a bit starstruck in the moment. He meets my eyes and offers a dorky grin I knew well; the chirp smile.
“Yeah, that’s me. You must be a Bruins fan.”
“Is it that obvious?” I ask, feeling a bit childish.
“Actually, no. The only reason I knew was that, if you weren’t a Bruins fan, you probably would’ve cussed me out instead of just speaking to me.” I smile because he’s completely right.
“You got me.” I shrug playfully.
“You’re not here alone, are you? Miss…”
“Kasey, and no, I’m not.” Hannah, right on cue, joins the conversation.
“Already making friends, Kas?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and hands me the drink she’d ordered for me.
“He’s a Boston Bruin, Han. You know I’m a Bruins fan.” I smile a little too big, but don’t bother to stop myself.
“Oh, man.” She looks at Trent “She’s going to talk your ear off about shit you probably already know.”
“I don’t mind. She’s passionate, I like that.” Trent says without taking his eyes off of me. My heart is in my throat, and I can’t help but feel butterflies due to the way he was looking at me… but then…
Trevor’s POV
It's been months since I’ve seen Kasey in person, and tonight I’ll finally have a chance to show her how I feel. She knocks me off my feet with every word she says, and she’s completely oblivious to it. Actually, I think she’s completely oblivious to the way I feel. She’s always been super focused on her studies, so focused that I’ve never seen her give any guy a lot of attention. Her friend Hannah claims she’s dating her studies, but I’m too into her to not take advantage of the fact that we’re finally in the same city again. As the elevator doors open, I adjust my tie before stepping out. The music is soft, along with the lighting, and I scan the people on the rooftop until I find her. Her attire takes me completely off guard; a short deep red dress showing an unbelievable amount of skin and tall black boots. Everything hugs her body in a way that makes heat rush to my face. I’m approaching her slowly when Hannah moves from her side and I see just who has her attention… Trent Frederic? From the Boston Bruins? It can’t be. The way he looks at her makes me grit my teeth, and I hurry over to them without a second thought.
“Kas! There you are.” I say as I reach her side. She flinches a bit when I rest my hand on her shoulder, but smiles when she sees me.
“Wow, hey Trevor. It's nice to see you again.” She says, and I can’t help but let my gaze wander to her lips. I’ve wanted to kiss her for a long time, but now more than ever. I almost do when Trent’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Kasey, you know Trevor Zegras?” He asks, looking at me with distaste. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a blush tinting Kasey’s cheeks a soft pink.
“We went to BU together.” She says as she rests her hand on my shoulder, nearly making my heart stop in the process “I helped him study and he taught me all about hockey.”
“How do you feel about the Bruins being her favorite team, Zegras?” Trent eyes me, and I’m instantly aware of what he’s trying to do.
“You guys are a great team and her home team, so it makes sense. How do you feel about me being her favorite player, Frederic?” I retort.
“She told me her favorite player is David Pastrnak, actually.”
“She said that so she wouldn’t hurt your feelings too badly.”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows our remarks. At this moment, I wanted two simple things; to break Trent Frederic’s nose and to carry Kasey out of there…. But then I looked at her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and the look on her face tugged at my heartstrings. I lean down to her level and whisper
“Sorry, Kas. Hockey rivalry stuff. Can I see you tomorrow?” Her eyes scan my face, and she nods. My heart does a somersault with a terrible dismount. I want nothing more than to stay here with her, my arms around her with her head resting on my chest, but I wanted her to enjoy her night out much more. I shoot Trent a look and leave without another word.
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Kasey’s POV
“Trent, I’m sorry about him- I have no idea what’s gotten into him.” I say quickly.
“Hey, hey… don’t apologize, okay? I get it. You’re really pretty, and he has the right to be protective.”
“Oh, we’re not in a relationship- he’s always been this way, though. Protective and whatnot.” He called me pretty. Trent Frederic thinks I’m pretty! I sip my drink with urgency.
“Again, I get it. You really don’t need to apologize. It was more rivalry related anyway.” He smiles at me, and I suddenly regret drinking any alcohol at all. He’s making me feel a way I’ve refused to feel for a long time, and the alcohol is giving me the confidence I’ve never truly had.
“Trent, can we dance? I mean, like, you and me.” The words spill out before I can remind myself of the promise I’d made to myself, and Trent holds his hand out to me before I can change my mind. I take his hand and he leads me to the dance floor. He seems to not know where to put his hands, so my liquid confidence guides them to my hips. I catch a glimpse of Hannah and the shit-eating grin plastered onto her face and laugh to myself.
Before I know it, Trent guided me away from the rooftop and into a nearby bathroom. My heart is in my throat as he rests his forehead against mine, and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. We’re both drunk, and I doubt he’ll remember me or anything about this night when he wakes up tomorrow, so I press my lips to his without a care in the world.
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Trent’s POV
The cocktail of adrenaline and alcohol swirls through my veins at an accelerated rate when Kasey’s lips meet mine. For a second, I feel like I’ve just won the lottery. The hockey player side of me loves nothing more than pissing off opponents, especially the ones high off of their fame, but something about the way Trevor looked at her told me there’s more to this than just hockey rivalry. He’s head over heels for her, and the venom lacing his words when he spoke to me set his feelings in stone. Mr. High and Mighty has a soft spot for someone other than himself. I could definitely use this to my advantage.
“Trent…” Kasey’s voice, barely audible and breathy, set something off in me. I pull her closer so her body is flush against my own and bite her bottom lip. She flinches but doesn’t pull away, and I take that as an invitation to explore her mouth. I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, and she parts her lips farther. My tongue explored her mouth eagerly as she starts to put her weight against my body. I don’t struggle to keep us upright, even with my hands starting to explore her body. When she pulls away to gasp for air, I press my lips against her neck. I can feel her pulse rushing through her jugular and smile against her skin. I kiss up her throat and beneath her jaw, then back down again toward her collarbone. Just then, she rests her hands on my chest and shoves me away.
“Kasey? What’s wrong?” I search her face.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t have time to even consider falling for someone… I just… I can’t do this. I need to go.”
“Wait-“ I start, but she’s already gone.
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Kasey’s POV
I find Hannah as quickly as I can. She looks alarmed, and I realize that there are tears streaming down my face.
“Kasey! What happened? Did that asshole hockey player do something stupid?” Anger flares in her eyes.
“No, he didn’t… I’m just overwhelmed. I need to go home.” I say, she nods in understanding and leads me into the elevator.
“Are you at least going to tell me what happened?”
“We just kissed, but it was a mistake. I told him that I don’t have time for… anything. School’s my focus.”
“Is that really why you ‘don’t have time’ for anything?” She asks, but I don’t respond. I wipe away my tears when the elevator doors open, but apparently not fast enough because Trevor is standing right there. His brows knit in the center, and I swallow roughly.
“Kas, are you alright?” He asks.
“Just overwhelmed. Hannah’s taking me home.”
“I’ll take her home.” He turns his gaze to Hannah, who nods slowly.
“Are you sure?” She asks me more than she asks him.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I say “Please get home safe, Han.” Hannah reaches out and gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
“I will.”
We all walk out together but split up in the parking garage. I stay at Trevor’s side until we reach his car, and he opens the passenger side door for me.
“Why were you still in the lobby?” I ask him as I slide into the seat.
“I was in my car, actually… Hannah said she’d lost sight of you, so I waited here to make sure that you didn’t go wandering off with someone.” He states as he gets into the driver's seat and backs his car out of the parking spot.
“You know I wouldn’t do that, Trevor. I’m not exactly the most social person in the world, and I’m physically unable to end up in any kind of relationship because of school.”
“Is that really why you’re not in a relationship?” He doesn’t look at me, even during the silence that follows his question. I look down at my hands and pick at my nails nervously, knowing I’d have to tell the truth eventually… so I do.
“I’m twenty-two years old and I feel like I can’t trust anyone romantically. I’ve only ever been with shitty guys who claim they love me but really just want to bang me. I’ve gotten so used to it that I believe that’s all everyone wants… but I want to feel something. I want to feel gorgeous in someone’s eyes, I want someone to like my personality and the things that make me, me. I’ve never had that happen, so… I don’t bother anymore.” By the time I finish, there are tears streaming down my face again. I’ve never told anyone that, let alone admitted it to myself.
“Jesus, Kasey. I had no idea…”
“Because I don’t talk about this stuff. I want to keep moving forward… must be the alcohol talking.”
“…you’re not allowing yourself to move forward when you’re still living in fear.” Trevor states and his words echo in my mind. I don’t respond and stare out the window instead.
“You deserve to be happy, Kas. You’re letting the past dictate the present, and you have to let go. You can’t spend your entire life afraid; that’s not living at all.”
We pull up to my apartment building, and Trevor steps out of his car to let me out of the passenger side. He opens the door and holds his hand out to me. I slowly accept it and he helps me to my feet. Instead of walking inside, I throw my arms around him.
“For a rising star in the NHL, you’ve got a big heart.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest, and he wraps his arms around me.
“Now it's the alcohol talking. Let’s get you inside.”
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