#Freddy Carter x gf!reader
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Hesitate : Freddy Carter x Reader
8.4k wc
Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series
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Freddy ran his hand down his face as he yawned. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he slowly made his way to the master bathroom. He half-expected y/n to be in there, likely having just woken up herself. So, he was slightly surprised to see she’d seemingly woken up quite some time before; as he’d been on his phone in their bed for a bit upon first awakening and she wasn’t in the bathroom either.
Once he’d freshened up in the bathroom, Freddy ventured out to their living room. His calm and soft footsteps soon turned into frantic stomps against their wooden flooring upon hearing what sounded like y/n’s shaky breathing. He’d barely made it to the edge of the room before his heart seized in his chest as he saw her. Why was his fiancée in such a distressed state?!
Freddy’s worried eyes scanned y/n for any visible explanation for her state. She’d seemingly been pacing their living room while still in her wrinkled pajamas with her hair tousled. Only, Freddy could tell it wasn’t bed head, y/n had clearly been running her hands through her hair for awhile. Not wanting to scare her as she hadn’t shown any sign that she noticed his presence, Freddy cautiously walked over to where she was pacing.
As he crossed to the other side of their coffee table, Freddy moved to stand in front of y/n. He brought his hands up and gently wrapped them around her forearms as he tried to guide her into lowering her arms from her face and hands from her hair. The sight of y/n’s frazzled and teary eyes made Freddy’s hands shake slightly as he went to move them so he could direct her gaze towards him.
The violently rapid thumping in y/n’s chest slowed faintly as Freddy entered into her blurry vision. She blinked repeatedly as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her fiancé Freddy was still in bed, wasn’t he? The warmth of Freddy’s hands seeped into y/n’s clammy cheeks as his sapphire eyes pierced their way through the fog of her mind while she slowly came back to the present moment. “Y/n,” Freddy’s warm honey-coated voice cooed quietly into her ear. The sound cut through the noise in y/n’s head, helping her become fully present.
Freddy watched as y/n’s gaze slowly shifted into a less distant state. He silently waited for her to reacclimate herself to her surroundings. He easily detected the precise moment y/n realized he was standing in front of her, his hands cupping her face. It pleased Freddy to see her reconnect to reality instead of wherever her mind had been off spinning. Yet, it simultaneously pained him because as she did, she promptly let out a choked sob.
Y/n futilely tried to dry her face, pulling back from her fiancé’s loving embrace. She aggressively rubbed her inflamed cheeks with her clammy hands. She felt Freddy cautiously take hold of them as he lowered them from her face. God, she loved him. So much. But why did he have to see her in this state?! How long had she been spiraling into her internal turmoil? It had been the early hours of the morning when she’d crawled out of bed and ventured out here to isolate and not wake him up. Yet, he was here now and wide awake.
“D-di-did I wa-ake you?” Y/n asked, her voice dry. She swallowed thickly to stop the scratching and burning sensation in her throat. She stared at Freddy through her teary eyes, a deep sense of guilt storming inside her.
“No,” Freddy replied swiftly, shaking his head reassuringly. He tenderly shushed y/n as he stroked the backs of her hands. He could read the guilt in her eyes and was desperate to shut it down before she could spiral again.
“Okay,” y/n croaked. She wriggled her stuffy nose to keep from crying. “Good,” she murmured softly before pasting on a tiny fake smile.
Freddy effortlessly read through y/n’s attempts to act as if he’d not just walked in on whatever she was trying to work through on her own. “I wouldn’t have minded if you did, love,” he reminded her sweetly, stepping closer to shorten the distance between them. “In fact,” he continued, moving their intertwined hands to a more comfortable position in the lessened space between their chests. “I’d have preferred you to wake me up, instead of trying to hide whatever’s happening,” Freddy informed y/n as tenderly as he could.
Y/n hung her head instantly. “Sorry,” she whimpered. She unconsciously squeezed Freddy’s hands as her body tightened in response to her raging emotions.
Freddy frowned at y/n’s reaction. He sighed whisperingly. “It’s okay love, I’m just-,” he began, trying to reassure her that he hadn’t been offended.
Y/n quickly shook her head as she lifted her gaze up from the floor. She pulled her hands back from Freddy’s hold on them. She then shifted her arms so she could grip the hem of her clothes as her hands formed fists at her sides. “No, it’s not,” y/n argued angrily. “That’s just it. It’s not okay.”
“What?” Freddy questioned, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. His eyes scanned y/n’s body language in search of an explanation as to what was going on. “What’s not okay?” He asked softly.
Y/n silently shook her head, unable to speak. Each attempt to breathe resulted in a rumbling in her chest. Her eyes watered more as she went back to staring off into space. She couldn’t do this right now. It was too much.
“Darling,” Freddy gasped faintly as he watched y/n’s distant gaze return. “Please talk to me,” he pleaded, reaching for her hands. “What-whatever’s happening, we’ll get through it, together.” “Just let me help, please,” Freddy begged as he took hold of y/n’s trembling hands.
“No, no, no,” y/n rambled quietly. “You shouldn’t have to!” She tore her hands back before running them down her face. “I’m, I’m,” y/n cried, “so sorry, Fr-Freddy. I-I-“.
Freddy gaped at his fiancée, shocked by her uncharacteristic behavior. “Woah, woah, woah,” he mumbled with wide eyes. “‘ey,” Freddy whispered as he tried to step closer to y/n. Only for her to step back, away from him; causing a foreign stabbing pain in his chest. “Okay,” he whispered slowly as he stepped back. Freddy wanted to make it clear he was accepting her choice to not have physical contact right now. He had to push down his desire to do more for her before he could get himself to step back further. He then walked backwards until he reached their lounge chair. The whole time, Freddy was watching y/n closely. Only once he was seated across the room from her, did he speak again. “I need you to talk to me.” Freddy took a deep breath as he forced himself to ignore the urge to rush over to her and hold her to his chest as she shook before him. “I can’t have you in this state and not know why,” he expressed kindly.
Y/n fanned herself with her hand in a pointless attempt to cool her flushed face. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered as she saw the concern covering Freddy’s face. The concern she caused.
Freddy quickly grimaced. He hated whatever was causing his dear fiancée to be so distressed. He shook his head, “you don’t need to apologize”. Freddy frowned as he watched y/n mindlessly pick at her skin. “Just tell me what is on your mind, darling”.
“I can’t though!” Y/n blurted loudly. The force of her voice startled herself slightly. She looked down and noticed she’d pinched her arm as she’d tensed. Not caring about the half-moon indents on her forearm, she continued her rambling. “See I’m not good at that!” Y/n pointed out defeatedly. “That’s just it!” She cried out, her voice sharp and fast.
Freddy squinted at y/n as he tried to read between the lines. “What do you mean?” He asked, hoping for further details as to what was troubling her. He was pleased to see that they were slowly getting somewhere. But, Freddy didn’t dare point that out to her in fear it might make her shut down again.
“I-“ y/n’s voice cracked as her mind argued with her over whether or not to confess the worries circulating in her mind. “Freddy-“ she sobbed as she forced herself to look over at him. The action resulted in her bursting into more tears. She quickly looked away as she began pulling on her hair. “I-… I can’t do this,” y/n whimpered.
Freddy gripped the armrests of the lounge chair. “Do what?” He wondered aloud. “Talk to me?” Freddy sighed lowly, “since when, love?”.
Y/n hiccuped loudly as she shook her head rapidly. “No, no, no, I-,” she dragged her hands down her damp face, leaving faint lines in her fingers’ path. “Fuck. I-…” y/n spoke, voice uneven and jagged. It took a tremendous amount of effort to make herself speak the words on her mind. And even when they did finally leave her mouth, they were so rushed she wasn’t sure it made any sense. “Ican’tmarryyoubecauseI’mnotenoughforyou,” y/n explained, the twisting grip-like sensation on her heart increasing. “ButIwanttomarryyousobadlyandIwanttobeenoughbutI’mnot,” she cried with defeat. She wanted to be, and she would always try to be, but y/n feared it wasn’t possible. No matter how hard she knew she’d try and no matter what she did or how worthy she became, she’d never truly be worthy enough for him. “ButIdon’twanttoloselyoueither and-I-“ y/n confessed, her guilt echoed in her tone.
Freddy blinked slowly as he tried to make sense of the fury of words that just left y/n’s mouth all within a matter of seconds. “Woah, slow down, start over, what?” He asked in a whisper. Try as he might, her response still hit him as an incoherent and slurred rush of words.
“No, damnit… “ y/n mumbled, mostly to herself. She felt her face grow even warmer as she battled with herself. Her facial features scrunched tightly together as she cried over the painful thoughts in her mind. “Neither…” y/n told herself quietly, “neither way feels right”. “Des-deservemoreand-” she gushed before her mind switched arguments, “loveyoumorethananything”.
Freddy sat frozen, uncertain how to approach the situation. He couldn’t make out half of what y/n was saying. He listened to her trailing off as she mumbled something about choices. Focusing on the only part he knew he’d heard correctly, Freddy decided to start there. “What doesn’t feel right?” Freddy asked worriedly.
Y/n couldn’t get herself to look at Freddy, her guilt feeling far too heavy. She tried to take a few shallow breaths as her whole body felt off. Before she could stop it, her knees buckled under her and she fell to the ground.
Freddy shot out of his chair to come to y/n’s aid. His frantic eyes roamed over her as he sprinted across the room. When she didn’t move away and just caved in on herself even more, he dropped down to her level.
Freddy felt like he was truly in the dark, he had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that y/n was deeply struggling and he hated to not know why nor how to help. Freddy did the only thing he could think of and wrapped his arms around his fiancée’s frame. He held her shaking body, slowly resting his head atop hers when she unconsciously leaned against him while crying.
Y/n noticed she couldn’t smell Freddy’s familiar scent due to the amount of snot she’d accumulated during her sobbing. Needing to feel more connected to him right now, she pressed herself into his chest needingly. She allowed herself a moment of comfort as Freddy’s hands rubbed her back and shoulders lovingly. Only, y/n’s relentless worries didn’t let the moment last long. “No, no, no,” y/n mumbled as she suddenly leaned back; away from Freddy. “I can’t le-let you,…“ she whispered in a broken tone. “You-you can’t keep doing this.”
Freddy squinted in confusion as y/n slid across the floor away from him. He stared into her widened eyes as he continued to search for understanding. “Do-doing what?” Freddy asked diplomatically.
“Treating me so ni-nice-ly,” y/n answered with a shake of her head.
Freddy feel a sickening sadness settle into his bones. Why did y/n want him to stop being nice to her? And why was it resulting in her current despair?
“I don’t… don’t.. I don’t, I don’t des-deserve… deserve it,” y/n stuttered, wiping the wet drop hanging off the tip of her nose.
Freddy gaped widely, in complete bewilderment and sadness. Y/n didn’t deserve for him to be nice to her? What was she talking about?! Y/n didn’t deserve to be feeling this way. She did deserve his kindness though. Hell, she deserves more than anything he could offer. Before Freddy could compose his thoughts enough to form a coherent response, he heard y/n resume her rambling.
“I - I can’t… c-can’t m-m-ma-“ y/n sobbed. She curled inwards on herself, her head tucked to her chest and calves tightly pinched against her thighs. “I c-can’t marry y-you,” y/n forced out. She pressed a hand against her lips as some bile rose in her mouth in response to the words.
Freddy’s face blanched instantly. “W-wh-what?” He stuttered, eyes burning. “You….” He breathed heavily as he fought against the new tears in his eyes. “Y-you don’t… you don’t want to marry me anymore?” Freddy asked, voice wavering in time with his panic.
Y/n peeked up at Freddy with one eye, unable to fully face the state of the man she loved hearing her sudden declaration. She shook her head aggressively. “I do- wan-want to-…” she promised, the guilt increasing the acid reflux she was facing. “Ijustcan’t. Not whenyoudeserevesomuchmore,” y/n gushed, “Iknowyouwillsayyoudon’tbutthatswhyIhaveto”. Hating herself and the hauntingly torturous thoughts in her mind, y/n sobbed and unconsciously scratched at her arms. “That’s what feels wrong. Either way feels wrong,” she rambled, her racing thoughts desperate to be spoken aloud for once. “Cause-“ y/n sobbed and tugged on the collar of her now-seemingly-tight shirt. “I -I…I…I- I w-wa-… I want to marry you,” she confessed, risking a glance up at Freddy as he sat patiently a few feet from her. “Bu-but-but…. I-I.. I c-can’t,” y/n sighed loudly, followed by a small strangled whimper.
Freddy calmed some upon hearing y/n reassure him that she wanted to marry him. But, he still couldn’t understand why she supposedly couldn’t marry him. Surely whatever the reason was, they could find a solution. Right? “Wh-why?” Freddy croaked. He cleared his throat and tried to slowly scoot across the floor towards her. “Darling, did… did I do something?” Freddy asked remorsefully.
“No! God, no!” Y/n exclaimed quickly, her wide eyes piercing into his confused ones. “Fuck, see!” she groaned, “This is why!”. She forcefully rubbed her face dry and shakingly pushed herself up from the floor.
Freddy instantaneously copied y/n’s movements. He neared her slightly in anticipation that he’d need to help keep her balance as she stood.
“I - I keep messing things up-“ y/n pointed out, staring at Freddy’s bare feet as he moved towards her.
Freddy frowned deeply, his forehead creasing in response. “Love, what’re you…” he sighed softly. “What happened?” Freddy inquired, still desperate for an explanation as to why she was suddenly so upset. He needed to know what was going on in her mind. Once he knew, he could help her.
“I can’t even speak right, I can’t can’t get my- my words out,” y/n complained. Ironically, she then interpreted herself with a different train of thought. “I…C-can’t offer, like the …umm,” she mumbled, “and you deserve-“.
Seeing that y/n was starting to ramble incoherent nonsense, Freddy sighed softly. “Darling,” Freddy spoke in a balanced tone as he cautiously stepped closer. He pleaded with his eyes for her not to back away. When Freddy saw y/n was complying with his unspoken request, he neared her the rest of way. Finally close enough to touch her again, he slowly brought his hands up until he cupped her face. Freddy stared into her dewy y/e/c eyes. “I need you to take a deep breath, please.”
Y/n nodded stiffly as she tried to breathe for Freddy. Her eyes darted around his face. The loving and compassionate nature of his gaze made her heart twist aggressively in her chest. “It doesn’t feel right,” she whimpered vaguely.
Freddy felt his heartbeat beating faster but forced himself to try to remain calm. “Marrying me doesn’t feel right?” He asked, voice strained. Yet, despite his fluttering voice and heart, his eyes were glued on y/N’s.
Y/n shook her head as she glanced away. “Y-you….” she whispered in a brittle voice. “I can’t- I can’t give you the wedding or the life you des-deserve and like I-,” y/n expressed, tears streaming steadily down her cheeks.
“Woah, woah, nuh-uh, pause for a moment, love,” Freddy rushed out frantically. He tilted y/N’s head until she was forced to look at him again. “What in the world are you going on about?” He huffed. “You’re ev-everything to me,” Freddy argued breathily.
Y/n trembled as she stared into Freddy’s far too sincere eyes. “That’s the problem. I -I can’t believe that you-you love me like you do,” she gushed with a whine. “You-you deserve to be-… you deserve someone who can give you everything and that’s… that’s not me”. Y/n grimaced as her voice cracked loudly during her statement.
Freddy stared, baffled over the situation. “Y/n, you’re not hearing me.” He tried to keep his voice comforting despite his determination to correct this train of thought quickly. “You are everything, love,” he whispered, fingers gently pressing into her cheeks over his need for her to understand. “Please, don’t-,” Freddy began softly.
Y/n yet again shook her head. “I-I…” she whimpered as she stepped back from Freddy’s hold. “I want more for you.”
The confession sent an aching pain through both of their hearts.
“Y/n-,” Freddy whined quietly as he moved closer.
“No,” y/n said in a voice that was somehow firm yet weak. The tone matched her conflicting viewpoints and emotions perfectly. “I-… Freddy,” y/n spoke lightly as she took a deep breath to compose herself enough to look at him. “I..I love you,” she cried, “so much but…”. “But…,” she shook her head again, but her gaze stayed on him. “I don’t-,” her voice cracked as she sniffled, “I don’t know how to do this.”
Freddy’s brows wriggled in confusion as his head tilted faintly to the left. “Do what?” He asked.
“Marriage,” y/n answered, “Freddy; marriage.” She blinked past the tears clouding her vision as she focused on Freddy’s loving gaze. “I don’t… I don’t know how to be a good wife or-,” she began nervously. She wasn’t even sure where to start explaining her incompetence.
“Oh, love,” Freddy cried out quietly. He shook his head as he neared y/n again. He promptly took hold of her frantically trembling hands. “I’m not looking for a good wife, whatever that even entails,” Freddy promised affectionately. “I’m just looking to spend the rest of my life with you,” he clarified devotedly.
Y/n’s lip shook as she willed herself to stop crying emotions to have a proper conversation. “I’m gonna-gonna mess it up,” she declared weakly, her saddened eyes stuck on Freddy’s comforting blue ones.
Freddy furrowed his brow slightly. He wordlessly pulled y/n’s fingers away from her palms before he ran his thumb over the now-irritated skin. His frown grew at the feeling of the crescent moon indents on her soft skin from having been clenching her fists so tightly. “Mess what up?” Freddy questioned calmly as his thumb continued to try to smooth out the skin on her palms.
Freddy barely heard the squeaked response y/n gave him. But, the weak, “us,” she offered in answer to his question still caused a small hitch in his breathing. Why was y/n so certain she would mess up their relationship? She’d always gone above and beyond for him and for them. Where was this coming from? Freddy knew she oftentimes felt like she wasn’t enough in a general sense. But, he didn’t know that applied to her feelings about their relationship as well. Was this new? Was it only now that he’d proposed marriage that she felt inadequate? Or had she always felt that way and he just never knew? Freddy sincerely hoped it wasn’t the later. Well, he hoped it wasn’t the case at all. But, if that wasn’t possible, he at least hoped it was a new feeling for her and that he could stop it immediately.
Freddy’s head tilted unconsciously as he gazed at his fiancée lovingly. He didn’t know how to shut this down, but he needed to. She deserved to know that whatever had her thinking this was false. In order to get to the bottom of it, Freddy decided to ask for clarification. “What do you mean? Why do you say that, darling?”
“Cause I… “ y/n trailed off. She freed one of her hands and ran it down her face as she worked to stay calm. She nearly lost her composure again when Freddy took her hand back and kissed the backside of it supportively. Y/n focused on his encouraging stare, using it as a tether to some semblance of strength. “I- I don’t have-have-,” she mumbled, voice shaking profusely.
Freddy saw how much y/n was still trembling. He also heard the way her voice kept cracking and how shallow her breathing was. He frowned. “Hold on,” Freddy cooed, guiding y/n over to their couch. Once they’d reached the edge of the sofa, he silently signaled for her to sit with him. Freddy smiled lightly, pleased when y/n did so without hesitation. He reached one hand let to her head and slowly brushed some disheveled hair away from her sweaty forehead. Freddy leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead silently. His lips easily tasted the saltiness of her skin, bringing him back to the matter at hand. “I’m going to get you some water, then we’ll keep talking this out, okay?” Freddy asked rhetorically as he stood up to make his way to their kitchen.
Y/n watched her fiancé as he stood above her at the edge of the couch. Her tears fell silently at the loving look he was giving her despite what she was them through right now. She took a shaky breath as Freddy wordlessly dried her tears with a look of understanding and deep empathy. Y/n nodded her head that he could do what he felt he needed to do, knowing it was the least she could offer him.
After Freddy had forced Y/n to sip on some water, he took the glass back from her and set it on the coffee table beside them. “Alright,” he whispered, intertwining their hands. “Now, darling, what’s going on?” Freddy questioned vaguely, letting her guide the conversation.
Y/n bit her lip as she tried to form a coherent answer. “I don’t…,” she sighed, “Freddy…”. Y/n squeezed his hand tightly for support. “I don’t have… I’ve never had.. umm a… I grew up in a… in a broken….”. Y/n puffed her cheeks in frustration as she groaned. “I don’t know what a good-….”. She nearly became overwhelmed with frustration towards herself until she felt Freddy lovingly squeezing her hand. She knew it was him patiently signaling for her to take her time finding the right words. Using his advice, y/n finally found the words she needed to express her worry. “I’ve never had an example of a healthy marriage”.
Freddy hummed in realization. He knew about y/n’s upbringing, of course. But, not once had he ever considered it to be problematic when it came to their own relationship. Yet, Freddy could understand why she might feel apprehensive about the whole ordeal given what she’d been through and witnessed.
“I don’t know what… what that looks like,” y/n admitted bashfully. “Or… err… uh., how to do that. Every, every marriage I’ve seen has either ended in divorce or a toxic relationship people just stuck with.” She frowned as a stray tear escaped her eye despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. “And-… I… I don’t want that for us, for you,” y/n expressed remorsefully.
Freddy quickly squeezed both of her hands lovingly. “It won’t be,” he vowed affectionately. He noticed y/n was about to protest his declaration. “I know, you’re going to say I can’t possibly know that, but..” Freddy paused to gaze into her blissfully familiar eyes. “Darling, I know us. We can, and have, worked through anything; we just have to talk, love.”
Y/n sniffled and slowly broke eye contact with Freddy. She hung her head in shame. “I’m not good at that,” she whimpered. “Clearly,” she added humorlessly as she waved her hand around.
Freddy stopped y/n’s flailing hand, holding it tighter to him. “You’re doing it, love,” he pointed out diplomatically. “I know it’s not easy, but you’re still doing it. We just have to get you to remember that you don’t have to hide things from me,” Freddy explained, formulating a plan to best address these issues. “Even if you’re worried it’ll upset me. As, I’d rather we face it together,” he told her tenderly.
Y/n sniffled. “You shouldn’t have to remind me of that-,” she sighed.
Freddy frowned and shook his head. “Y/n no,” he corrected gently, “don’t do that.” He brought their hands up to his lips, placing a faint kiss to her knuckles. “You’ve been though a lot in your life, honey,-“.
“That doesn’t make it okay, Freddy,” y/n declared with a huff. “You deserve someone healed, and-“.
Freddy’s forehead creased as his gaze narrowed ever so slightly in response. “No, no, no,” he said cutting y/n off. “I’m not going to have you decide that for me.” Freddy took a deep breath and relaxed his facial muscles. “Respectfully.” He tilted y/n’s head up until her gaze met his. “Darling, you are the strongest, most resilient, and kindest person. With the most beautiful soul and heart. You’re not broken.” Freddy gave her a small smile as she maintained eye contact with him. “And even if you were, that wouldn’t stop me from loving you. I know you’re scared, but please, don’t push me away because you think I want or deserve anyone but you, because I don’t”.
Y/n ignored the inherent urge to keep a wall up. Instead, she let her sobs escape her lips as she practically threw herself into Freddy’s awaiting arms. “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult,” y/n apologized, clutching onto Freddy like a lifeline. Which, to her, he was. Her mind had almost convinced her that she knew better than him what was right for him and that it wasn’t her. She’d been willing to give him up for his own sake even though the thought alone nearly destroyed her. Freddy had pulled her out.
“You’re not difficult, you’re real,” Freddy amended lovingly. “And I appreciate you being honest with me,” he pointed out, holding y/n to tightly. "I love you, that means I'm not just here for the pretty parts. I'm here no matter what.”
After sitting in Freddy’s embrace for a few healing moments, y/n spoke up. “I still don’t know how to- to umm- …my parents, well you know…” she trailed off. “And sure, my grandparents stayed together, but you saw how things were, and…” her sniffle broke up her rambling thoughts briefly, “even my aunts and uncles and- I just-…”.
“I can imagine how that might make you doubt marriage,” Freddy acknowledged. He ran his hand up and down y/N’s back slowly. “But, love, I promise-“.
“No Freddy,” y/n interrupted, leaning back. “I know it can work. Your parents made it work,” she said with small smile; one Freddy shared back. “And your grandparents, and h/f/n, and-… anyways, but it’s just I didn’t grow up with that… example to lead me”. Y/n bashfully bit into her bottom lip as she awaited Freddy’s response.
“Darling, I’m not worried about you not having had an example,” Freddy assured y/n simply. “Each relationship is different,” he reminded her. He used his thumb to gently pull y/n’s bottom lip free from the entrapment of her teeth.
“But… I don’t know that… that I have… that I have what it takes to-“ y/n expressed nervously.
Freddy quickly but lovingly shushed y/n; promptly stopping that thought from taking hold. “That’s not true.” He kept ahold of one of her hands but moved his other hand to her cheek. “This relationship is ours, and all it takes is us, you and me,” Freddy declared passionately.
Y/n snuggled into Freddy’s chest. “Okay,” she whispered lovingly. She gave him a small nod before nuzzling her head further into his torso. “You and me,” y/n agreed softly as she peered up at him.
Freddy grinned and nodded back. “You and me,” he echoed in a delicate whisper. “What else is on your mind?” He asked after a few seconds. “You said something about the wedding itself?”
Freddy watched as y/n flickered her eyes away instantly, making his worry return. He felt her nod her head faintly as she started playing with her hands resting in her lap. Freddy squeezed her hands and smiled softly at her when she looked up in response to the gesture.
Y/n took a visibly deep breath. “I… I can’t give you a tra-traditional wedding …” she trailed off solemnly.
Freddy squinted at y/n, his lips pursed slightly. “Darling what are you-“ he began to ask, confused once again.
“The whole… bride giving away thing, the father walking-…” y/n mumbled as she stared at their interlaced hands.
Freddy’s lips parted and he sucked in a breath before responding. “You’re worried I’m going to be let down by you not having your father walk you down the aisle?” he asked seeking confirmation. He watched patiently as y/n sucked in her bottom lip and nodded.
Freddy sighed, letting go of one of y/n’s hands. He then brought that hand up to cup her face and tilt her chin upwards and eyes towards him. “Love,” he cooed, “I couldn’t care less about that.” Freddy’s thumb traced her cheekbone tenderly. “In fact,” he paused briefly, “I’m sorry it’s for the reason that it is… But, I’m actually glad you’re not going to have him walk you down the aisle”.
“Y-you are?” Y/n questioned, tilting her head backwards further to see Freddy better.
“Y/n, I know what he did to you and what he didn’t do for you,” Freddy reminded her gently as he shook his head. “And, I know how he makes you feel. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” He let out a soft sigh as he continued stroking her face. “I respect you enough to let you choose if you’ll ever resume having contact with him again, and if you had for any reason really wanted him to be there, and or to escort you down the aisle, that would be your choice.” Freddy pushed down the anger he felt over even thinking about her father and what y/n had been subjected to because of him. “But,” he shook his head, “like I said, I don’t care to have him anywhere near you.” Freddy leaned forward and placed a faint kiss to y/n’s forehead. “I know he’s your father, but you and I both know that doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t deserve to be there.” He sighed quietly as he pulled back to gaze into her surprised eyes. “You deserve to have the chance to have someone walk you down the aisle if you wanted that, and I’m sorry that you were put in this situation where you had to decide if it was worth it. But, I more than support you not inviting him,” Freddy promised.
Y/n blinked rapidly as she studied Freddy’s eyes. She could see the sincerity in them easily. But she still felt uncertain. “Really?” Y/n asked quietly.
“Yes, really,” Freddy nodded. “Y/n, I’m on your team always,” he vowed, “especially when it comes to things with him. I always have been, darling”. Freddy delicately dried the few tears that trailed down y/n’s cheeks.
Y/n smiled softly in appreciation. “I - I know,” she admitted, always having felt his support on the matter, “and I really really appreciate th-that.” “I just,” she sniffled, “I wasn’t sure how disappointed you’d be to marry someone who…” Y/n paused as she worked to find the proper words for her concern. “-had to break, or err… not follow that tradition,” she concluded.
Freddy moved his thumb back to the side of y/n’s cheek as he went back to cupping her face. “My darling, we’ll make our own traditions.” He smiled tenderly at her. “I don’t need anything more than you,” Freddy promised warmly. “If you wanted to skip all of it and get married at the city hall, we could. I’d love a wedding, sure, but I just need to be with you. I just want to be your husband.”
Y/n’s tense body visibly melted in relief over Freddy’s declaration. “I love- love y-you,” her voice cracked, tears forming in her eyes for a different reason this time.
“I love you too,” Freddy murmured. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. “Is there anything else you worried about?” He asked, wanting to address any lingering concerns she may have.
“Ummm…” y/n mumbled. She hated that there were still worries she had. Freddy had worked so hard to calm her down and yet she couldn’t fully relax yet. “I-it’s just…uhhh..,” her frail voice trailed off with guilt.
Freddy read the guilt in her tone and hummed softly. “It’s okay,” he encouraged, tapping her cheek. “What is it?”
“I can’t- I can’t help but think about how my family isn’t con-contributing as much for the wedding, like your mom has already gone out and-“ y/n expressed. Her voice raised slightly as her nerves took control.
“‘’ey, ‘ey, ‘ey, I don’t mind,” Freddy promised. “Neither does my mum, nor the rest of my family.” “The rest of our family,” he amended. “They love you and already see you as a daughter. They’re not mad, or upset, or whatever else your mind is trying to make you believe,” Freddy reasoned. He chuckled lightly, “my mum is insanely thrilled to be helping, love”. Freddy lowered his hand back down to grab y/n’s free hand. After slowly uncurling her fingers, he brought her hand to his lips, “please, don’t worry about that”.
Y/n silently scanned Freddy’s deep blue eyes. “Really?” She asked, trying not to flinch at the fact she’d asked that question a million times today. When Freddy nodded in confirmation, she let out a sigh of relief. “Okay,” she replied quietly, her shoulders lowering in relief.
Freddy rubbed y/N’s hands as he gazed into her eyes in silence for a few moments. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips into a flat line. “I can still see a linger of doubt in those y/e/c eyes,” Freddy announced.
Y/n shook her head rapidly to reassure him. She wasn’t doubting him or them. That’s not what any of this was. She wasn’t even doubting herself per se. She was simply feeling inadequate in her ability to meet the level of wife she felt Freddy deserved. “It’s not doubt,” she explained, pleased when Freddy nodded with an expression that told her he understood her wording. “It’s a fact,” y/n murmured when he didn’t let her off the hook so easily.
“And that is?” Freddy asked, pulling both of her hands to his lap. He watched her patiently as he fiddled with her soft hands.
Y/n bit into her bottom lip and sighed. She knew she was going to say something Freddy didn’t want to hear. And she wished she didn’t feel this way. That she could just accept what Freddy told her. But, she couldn’t. Not yet. Not when she cared so strongly for him that it felt wrong to deny him more. “That you deserve more,” she said, her voice sounding distant even to herself.
Freddy’s chest tightened briefly as he watched the love of his life still struggle to comprehend just how worthy she was. He knew her past was to blame, but he wished she didn’t have to feel like this. She was everything to him and no one could ever outdo her; despite her evident opinions and worries of the contrary.
“I want you,” Freddy said firmly but with deep warmth. “None of the things you’ve mentioned bother me, my darling,” he promised. “Even if something happens that neither one of us predicted or expected, I’d still want to be with you. I don’t want to face anything without you.” Freddy squeezed her hands tightly. “Good or bad.”
Y/n sniffled loudly as she stared up at him. She cautiously pulled her hands back before reaching over for a pillow. Y/n cradled the pillow tightly to her chest as her body started to shake again. She gave Freddy a shaky nod, her head barely peeking out above the top of the pillow pressed against her.
Freddy’s left corner of his lips curled up slightly at the sight before him. He could see the way y/n’s eyes were teary but held warmth instead of fear in them. “Can I give you a hug?” Freddy asked, eyeing the pillow blocking his ability to hold and comfort her.
“Yes please,” y/n cried out. She quickly slid the pillow across her body and back onto the couch. Y/n promptly buried her face in Freddy’s neck as he closed the distance between them. She hummed unconsciously as she felt his strong arms holding onto her tightly.
“Even if there were a line of people just like you before me offering everything your mind is trying to convince you that you’re unable to give me, I’d say no,” Freddy whispered, his lips pressed to the back of y/N’s head right behind her right ear. “I only want you, Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he vowed, squeezing her as he cradled her in his arms.
“I want you too Freddy,” y/n spoke as she wrapped her arms around Freddy’s back. “I swear, I do.” She clutched his shirt material in her fists as she tried to hold him impossibly closer. “I..I…I-I need you to-to know,” y/n declared, her voice cracking with fear, “I’m… I’m not saying I don’t love you or that I don’t want to marry you, ca-cause I do!” She sniffled loudly as she tried to keep her composure. “I-in fact, it’s because I do that-“.
Freddy smiled softly, nuzzling his head into y/n’s shoulder. “I know,” he promised affectionately.
“I’m sorry for going about it like this,” y/n sighed, her voice slowly lowering back to its normal register. “And.. for… having these insecurities- I’d understand if you changed-“ she rambled nervously.
“Y/n,” Freddy spoke, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other on her lower back. “This doesn’t change my opinion of you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“It doesn’t?” Y/n’s soft voice asked, muffled faintly by Freddy’s chest.
“No,” Freddy attested. “But, it does make me see that we have things to talk about,” he told y/n calmly, “because I understand you’re worried, but I don’t want you to ever fear those things having any impact on me or us”.
“It’s not your fault,” y/n sighed, needlessly pulling Freddy closer.
“I know,” Freddy reassured y/n. “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t be there to help you through it.” He let the hand on the back of y/n’s head play with her hair. “If you’ll let me?” Freddy requested tenderly.
Y/n nodded her head rapidly. “P-please,” she begged. Freddy was far better at silencing the tormenting voices in her mind than she was. “I - I don’t want to lose you, but I also want what’s b-best for you,” y/n explained.
“You’re not going to lose me, darling,” Freddy vowed, eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of having y/n in his arms. “And you are what’s best for me. I’ll show you; erase any doubt. It’ll take time, but we’ll get there,” he determined.
“Thank- thank you,” y/n said as she cleared her throat. “You don’t have to do this, but I really-,” she began, pressing a kiss to the shirt covering Freddy’s chest.
“I want to,” Freddy cut y/n off, tugging her impossibly closer.
“It’s not overwhelming, or frustrating, or-?” Y/n wondered.
Freddy shook his head. “No. It just means you need me right now,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to her head. “And, I’m honored to be needed and we’ll get to where you don’t ever doubt these feelings I have towards you, to a point where you can see how you deserve these feelings and sentiments,” Freddy declared confidently.
The couple sat in peaceful silence for quite some time, simply enjoying each other’s presence and physical affection. They shared tender squeezes and delicate kisses as they snuggled together on the couch.
Freddy slowly lifted his head off y/n’s as he leaned his chest back against the couch in order to see her. “Y/n,” he spoke, his voice quietly breaking through the silence. “I do have one thing I want to be sure of,” Freddy admitted, running his hand through her hair.
“Okay,” y/n replied warmly, lifting her head off Freddy’s chest. She smiled at him and nodded her head, “of course”.
“If it makes you more comfortable,” Freddy began cautiously. He didn’t want y/n to think he was changing his mind. But he wanted to know she was comfortable with where things were going. “I’d be fine being your boyfriend for the rest of our lives,” he proposed, “if that’s easier or more comfortable for you.” Freddy brushed some hair from y/n’s forehead tenderly. “I just want to be with you, be someone to you.”
Y/n forcefully shook her head no. “I- I do want to marry you!” She pressed her palms against Freddy’s chest softly. “I’m so sorry I made you think otherwise, I-“.
Freddy took hold of y/‘N’s hands from his chest and pulled her closer. “You didn’t y/n, -“ he argued warmly.
“Yes I did,” y/n protested with a frown. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be saying that,” she sighed. She curled her fingers around Freddy’s and squeezed. “My stupid.. my rambling got-“ y/n mumbled.
“Y/n, darling,” Freddy cooed. He leaned his forehead against y/n’s and smiled softly. “I don’t doubt your love for me,” he reassured her. “If anything, it’s somehow even more clear now than it’s ever been. And I didn’t think that was possible, darling”. Freddy felt his cheeks flush as his grin grew at the thought. He lifted his right hand up to cradle y/n’s face. “The fact that you’d worry about these things to the point of-“ Freddy intentionally trailed off, not wanting to bring up the specifics now that they’d been addressed already. “I know you love me so much.” He rubbed his nose against y/n’s as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me,” Freddy commented lightly. “I just want to make sure we take things at the right pace, something that’s comfortable for you.”
“We are,” y/n said as she nodded. “I do want to marry you, I always have,” she vowed. She wrapped her hand around the back of Freddy’s neck as she pressed her forehead against his more. “It was just that I wanted to make sure I was the best option for you,” y/n clarified.
Freddy smiled and nodded his head against y/n’s slowly. “Well, since that’s truly all you were worried about, I assure you,” he whispered, nose rubbing against hers tenderly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, darling. I couldn’t be happier with my choice. I know I was fortunate enough to manage to secure the best option, period”.
Y/n blinked quickly. “I swear- I-…” she mumured lovingly as she peered into his beautiful deep blue eyes. “It..it feels like - like I’m dreaming or something,” she confessed fondly. “I just… I never thought I’d have someone who just… gets me the way you do, and-“ y/n rambled blissfully, looking away as her eyes watered.
“You aren’t dreaming,” Freddy promised, his thumb hooking under y/N’s chin. “Look at me, love,” he pleaded, helping her guide her gaze back up to him. “This is real,” he swore, cupping both sides of her face, “we’re real”.
Freddy placed a featherlight kiss on the back of y/N’s exposed shoulder as he unclipped her necklace. He carefully set it on their dresser, admiring her through the mirror. He blushed as y/n caught him staring, her eyes flickering open as his lips left her skin. He hid his face in her shoulder making her giggle. “Hair up?” Freddy mumured bashfully as he lifted up a scrunchie from the top of the dresser.
Y/n nodded and smiled at Freddy through the reflection in the mirror. She breathed calmly as his tender fingers delicately gathered her hair behind her. Her eyes trailed over his reflection as she visually worshiped the amazing man she was able to call her fiancé.
Freddy’s blush deepened as he caught sight of the way y/n was looking at him in the mirror. He never doubted her love for him, even when she expressed her worries earlier today. But, even if he had, the look on her face right now would’ve removed any trace of doubt. He smiled giddily as he finished securing her hair atop of her head.
“Ring on or off, darling?” Freddy questioned, sliding his hands down y/n’s sides. He lifted her left hand off the dresser top, thumb rubbing along the palm side of her ring finger.
Y/n spun around abruptly. “On!” She rushed out, rapidly taking her hand back. She clutched her ring and ring finger to her chest, almost in a panic again. “On,” y/n repeated.
“Darling girl,” Freddy whispered calmly. “I’m not going to take it away from you,” he said with a soft shake of his head. “I was just going to set it on the nightstand for the evening, it’s not safe to sleep with it on every night,” Freddy explained, smiling down at her. He crooked his head and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “But it’s alright, you can sleep in it tonight if you wish, either way, it’s yours; forever”.
Y/n grinned in relief and nodded. She slowly let go of her own wrist before reaching for his hand. “Did you want to change your shirt?” She asked, noticing the material probably wouldn’t be the coziest to sleep in. When he nodded with a sweet smile, she nodded and smiled back as she spun to grab a new top for him.
Freddy slid closer to y/n in their bed. He held onto her left hand and gave it a tender squeeze. With a soft hum, he lifted their interlaced hands up to his lips. Freddy pressed a long lingering kiss to y/n’s engagement ring before curling into her body.
Y/n hummed in response, wrapping her arms and legs around Freddy tightly. She buried herself into his embrace, smiling against his chest as she sighed peacefully.
“You have cold feet,” Freddy mentioned in a hushed voice. He instantly hooked his legs around y/n’s to bring her feet closer to them.
“No!” Y/n panicked, her wide eyes staring up at Freddy worriedly. “It wasn’t that, and I’m okay now,” she promised. Both of her hands cupped Freddy’s flushed cheeks lovingly as she gazed affectionately into his bright blue eyes.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed crimson as he chuckled lightly. “I meant your literal feet,” he explained tenderly, “darling”. He craned his neck to press a soft kiss to y/N’s nose as he began to rub his feet against her cold ones.
“Oh,” y/n giggled with a bashful grin. She blissfully snuggled back into Freddy’s embrace. While letting her eyes flicker up to his face, she kissed his collarbone.
“Want me to get you some slippers?“ Freddy offered, pushing some loose strands of hair back from y/n’s neck. He smiled to himself as y/n silently shook her head no before tucking her feet under his legs. Freddy hummed and used his feet to wrap the blanket under both of their legs to aid his attempts to warm her feet.
With their legs and feet intertwined, y/n slowly slid herself up on Freddy’s chest. She grinned as his arms slid back around her reflexively. She cupped his face as she stared intently into his eyes.
“Thank you Freddy,” y/n states with an audible intensity to the purpose of her words. She noticed he was about to argue that she didn’t need to thank him so she softly shook her head to stop him. “Thank you,” she repeated, locking her gaze with his. She let her eyes flutter shut before she leaned in and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “I am honored, and cannot wait, to become your wife,” y/n informed him as their lips parted.
Freddy grinned widely, his cheeks flushed cherry red. He bit his bottom lip briefly before he pulled y/n in for another kiss. “The honor is mine,” Freddy stated after the needy kiss.
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In Sickness & In Health : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 3.5k wc, Freddy has been sick but pushed himself to go to a convention he'd previously committed to. He is home now and his wife makes it her mission to nurse him back to health. Fluff, sick comfort
Warnings: fluff, Freddy being too precious, sickness/illness, marriage terminology/phrases, cold symptoms.
“I land at four, can you please come and get me?” Freddy mumbled, his voice gruff from his cold. His wife y/n had pleaded with him to take it easy during the convention he had stubbornly refused to skip. As much as he was pleased to have been able to be there for the fans and not have backed out last minute due to his illness, he realized his wife may have had a point. He wasn’t too surprised, she usually did. Even if she was frequently overprotective of him, she usually ended up being right with these things. Such is the case today. Freddy could barely even utter the request, his throat aching with each syllable.
Y/n frowned to herself as she heard the way her husband Freddy’s voice cracked. “Of course, my love,” she replied, sighing softly as the request was another sign of how out of it he was. After all, she would always pick him up from the airport whenever he had a trip she didn’t/couldn’t attend with him. They always tried to travel together and she truly wished she could’ve gone with him this time given he’d been sick before he even left their home. But, y/n had a work commitment that she couldn’t get out of that kept her from being able to go with him this time and he refused to stay home and get better. The crackling behind his words made any faint desire to smugly say 'I told you so' dissipate. Her husband was truly more ill than when he'd left, and it didn’t matter that she’d tried to keep it from getting to this point, that she’d warned him that this would happen. The only thing that mattered now was that he got home so she could take care of him until he was better. Then maybe she could say 'I told you so'. “Just try and sleep on the plane, handsome, and I’ll be there to get you as soon as you get in”.
Y/n kept her eyes peeled as she waited for her husband to walk down the ramp. She was waiting in the arrivals section of the airport with his checked bag. She’d already texted him to let him know he could skip baggage claim. Y/n’s lips curled downwards into a pout upon seeing the exhausted state Freddy was in as he slowly made his way down the ramp. Her heart tightened in her chest as she took in the redness in his cheeks and tip of his nose, the way he’d yawned twice already, and how defeated he looked.
Freddy’s eyes slowly searched the airport as he made his way down to where he knew his loving wife was waiting to greet him. He couldn’t wait to be back with her, in their home, where he knew he’d get the love and support he needed to feel better. It took him a few painstakingly slow glances to find her, but when he did, he already felt faintly better. Y/n was here. He was home.
Y/n bit her lip bashfully as she noticed Freddy’s reaction to spotting her. Despite his ill state, she watched his eyes shimmer as soon as they met hers. The smile that instantly graced his lips prompted a matching one to form on y/n’s face. However, as she watched his pace pick up slightly, she lovingly shook her head. Y/n hummed to herself as she walked closer to him so he wasn’t speed-walking for too long since she knew he was already low on energy.
Y/n smiled warmly at Freddy as she carefully pulled his body to her chest. She closed her eyes as his arms slid around her tightly before he nuzzled into her embrace. Y/n rubbed his back through his black hoodie as she let him rest for a few moments, his body faintly leaning on her for support. She frowned to herself as she heard him sniffle. “Let’s get you home, honey,” y/n purred into his ear.
“Thank-" Freddy began, stopping as his voice broke. He sighed and turned away as he cleared his throat. “Thank you for getting my bag,” he repeated, voice still cracking. Freddy went to grab the handle of his checked bag from where it was positioned next to y/n, but she shook her head and pulled it away from him.
“Shhh, sweetie,” y/n pleaded, cupping Freddy’s left cheek with her palm. “You don’t need to talk, nor thank me for that,” she stated warmly. “Just save your voice, love”. She tenderly squeezed his flushed cheek before moving her hand down to grab his. With one hand intertwined with Freddy’s and the other dragging his suitcase, she silently began to lead them in the direction of their car.
Freddy attempted to reply, but his voice cracked right at the start of his sentence. Nevertheless, he knew y/n heard his faint attempt as her head whipped towards him. He sighed lightly as he gave up on trying to talk to his wife. This stupid cold wasn’t making that an option right now. Instead, Freddy gave her a loving look as he squeezed her hand.
Y/n sighed lightly, hating how sick her precious husband was. She once again shook her head lovingly at his stubbornness. “Come on, my sweet boy,” y/n hummed as she smiled warmly at him.
As they made it to the car, y/n had to scold Freddy as he tried to load his own suitcase. Yet, it seemingly wasn’t enough for him to understand that she wasn’t going to allow him to do anything he didn’t absolutely have to right now.
“I can drive,” Freddy stated weakly as he reached for the keys in y/n’s hand.
“Freddy,” y/n groaned, moving the keys out of his reach.
Freddy frowned. “You c-came all the way to get-“ He began, voice croaking.
“Enough of that,” y/n shushed. “I know you like to drive for me, but not right now,” she said softly. She pulled open the passenger door and nodded towards the seat. “Please get in the car before I shove you in it,” y/n teasingly threatened.
Freddy’s eyes widened. He chuckled briefly, but it quickly turned into a cough.
Y/n frowned and stroked Freddy’s cheek as she waited for his coughing to end. When it did, she brushed some hair from his clammy forehead. “Come on now, please?” Y/n requested, giving Freddy a knowing look.
Freddy nodded his head slowly before he slid into the passenger seat. He watched as y/n helped him buckle before she closed the door and made her way to the other side of the car. Despite how exhausted he was and how heavy his eyes felt, he kept a close eye on her to ensure she was safe; even if it was a short distance.
When y/n entered the car, she smiled over at Freddy, knowing he’d been watching her the whole time. She took hold of his hand and squeezed it. “Shouldn’t be too long, traffic wasn’t bad today,” y/n encouraged. “You can sleep on the way though”.
Y/n had been running her thumb over the back of Freddy’s hand repeatedly as she drove them home. She was pleased Freddy hadn’t tried to talk again, hating how painful it sounded like it was got him to do so. But, she could nonetheless sense him watching her. “What is it, love?” Y/n asked, glancing over at him as she pulled up to a stop light.
“I missed you,” Freddy croaked.
Y/n squeezed Freddy’s hand and smiled tenderly. “I missed you too, Freddy, honey,” she hummed. “And, I expect to hear all about your trip as soon as your voice is better”.
Freddy nodded with a small smile. He weakly squeezed y/N’s hand as he continued staring at her through his tired eyes. “You- you were right though,” Freddy mumbled bashfully.
Y/n tsked and shook her head. “Doesn’t matter now, just close your eyes,” she advised.
“But-“ Freddy argued.
“No buts, rest,” y/n said firmly. “We’ll be home soon,” she promised. Y/n glanced over at him and blew him a kiss before facing the street again. She couldn’t wait to get him home and into bed so he could rest properly.
Y/n laughed lightheartedly as she wiped Freddy��s clammy forehead. “Honey,” she cooed. “I’m going to get sick if you’re sick, that’s part of the deal,” y/n smiled, stroking his cheek. She watched Freddy continue to fight with himself over the situation.
When they’d gotten home, y/n had convinced Freddy to lie down. She then went and got extra blankets as he’d been having some chills. Once she’d changed clothes, she joined Freddy in their bed to keep a close eye on him. When another chill took over Freddy, he found himself wanting to cuddle and instinctively moved closer to y/n. However, he quickly realized his oversight and had dramatically moved away; almost falling off the bed in the process. Y/n managed to pull an explanation out of Freddy and learned it was because he was worried he was going to get her sick.
Y/n could see Freddy’s protective hesitation in his eyes and she shook her head. She carefully gripped his bicep and pulled him back from the edge of the bed and towards her. “Shhh,” she whispered to keep him from arguing or otherwise trying to speak. “Just let me hold you,” y/n requested demanded lovingly, pulling him even closer.
Y/n hummed in relief when Freddy finally relaxed and let himself melt into her embrace. She pulled the blankets over the both of them, tucking the top end of the fabric under Freddy’s chin. Her arms held his frail body to her chest as she watched his tired eyes struggle to stay open.
“Just relax,” y/n purred quietly, “close your eyes”. She tightened her embrace as she listened closely to Freddy’s breathing. Her own breathing settled when she heard his become lighter. She cautiously glanced down at him to check if he was asleep. Upon seeing his eyes closed, eyelashes splayed out over his high cheekbones, y/n grinned to herself. Her poor sweet sick husband was finally home. And she was going to see to it that he got better.
“Shhhh,” y/n rushed out as Freddy tried to express his discomfort. “Shh, I know, I know,” she assured him, rushing back to his bedside. Y/n felt his clammy forehead with the back of her hand and sighed in minimal relief since his fever had at least not gotten worse during his nap. “Try some tea for me, Freddy,” she encouraged, moving on to the next of his primary symptoms.
Freddy nodded his head weakly, letting y/n help him slide upwards. Once his back was resting against the headboard and not his pillows, he cautiously took the mug of tea from his wife. A small smile formed on his lips as he sipped the liquid; y/n had made it precisely the way he liked it. “-is good,” Freddy mumbled.
Y/n giggled and pressed a kiss to the top of her husband Freddy’s head. “I’m glad, love,” she mused. “I am going to get started on lunch, okay? I was thinking of making some soup,” y/n explained.
Freddy shivered under the covers and pouted. “Wha-“ he coughed and sighed before looking back up at his wife. “What time is it?” He asked.
Y/n raised an eyebrow at Freddy before responding. “It’s three, darling, why?” She asked skeptically, worried he’d be trying to get up and be productive.
Freddy thought silently for a moment before his eyes widened. “You ha-had that trip to-“ he began, his voice cracking.
Y/n shook her head and sat on the edge of the bed beside Freddy. “Shhh,” she whispered, playing with his disheveled hair. “I canceled that, don’t fret.”
Freddy sighed deeply, which resulted in a coughing fit. He quickly turned his head away from y/n as he tucked his face into his elbow. He felt y/n rubbing his back supportively as he worked through the coughing fit. As he leaned back, he glanced over at her with a sorrowful expression.
“Don’t,” y/n warned. “I already know what you’re going to say, what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours,” she hummed with a smile. “But, I don’t mind. The girls understand. Besides, you come first. Always.” Seeing Freddy was going to still respond, y/n silenced him with the placement of her pointer finger over his chapped lips. “Not a word. I don’t regret it in the slightest. In sickness and in health, yeah?” She winked. “Now, for some chapstick, before those beautiful lips of yours split,” y/n said as she rose from the bed.
“I shouldn’t have pushed it at the conference,” Freddy groaned. He held his head as he prayed for the medicine y/n gave him to kick in. Feeling y/N tucking him back into the blankets on the couch, he opened his eyes and grabbed her hand. “Sorry I didn’t listen,” He mumured.
“It’s okay, I’m just sorry you’re in pain, honey,” y/n frowned, squeezing Freddy’s hand. “But hey,” she whispered as she brushed from hair from his eyes, “I’m right here, you’re okay now, I won’t let you overdo it, hmmm?”. She smiled softly as Freddy nodded and tugged on her hand to silently ask her to sit with him.
Y/n watched as Freddy snuggled even closer to her. She wrapped her arms around the pile of blankets covering his body. Once he seemed satisfied with his position, y/n moved one hand up to check his temp. She smiled in relief upon seeing that his temp had lowered a decent amount. As she moved her hand van down to hold Freddy, she noticed he was watching her closely with a pout on his lips. “What is it cutie?” She hummed.
Freddy’s flushed cheeks deepened in saturation at the nickname from y/n but he shook his head. He wordlessly kept his eyes on her lips.
Y/n suppressed a giggle as she tracked Freddy’s focus back to her lips. She couldn’t help but smile at the dazed look in his eyes. Y/n shook her head softly before leaning in to give him a kiss. If her sweet boy wanted a kiss, she wasn't going to deny him; sick or not.
Freddy pulled back, squishing the blankets between the sofa and his back. “You’ll get sick,” he muttered.
Y/n smiled warmly in appreciation. She stroked Freddy’s cheek sweetly as she stared into his deep blue eyes. With the smile still on her face, y/n leaned back in. Her smile grew as Freddy eagerly accepted her lovingly defiant kiss.
"I know you're cold, but that blanket is gross now, you need a clean one,” y/n sighed, pleading with Freddy to let go of the dirty blanket. It has been a few days now that he’d been using the same blanket and y/n worried the germs that were surely on it were keeping him from getting better. Especially since y/n had watched him both practically snot on it and also cuddle with it as he napped.
Y/n smiled and pressed a tender kiss to the top of Freddy’s head in silent thanks when he finally let go of the fabric. “I already have another one ready for you, a clean one,” she smirked. Y/n sped-walked to the laundry room to toss the contaminated blanket into the wash. She quickly washed her hands in the sink before grabbing the laundry basket from the top of the dryer.
Y/n frowned as she watched Freddy angrily press buttons on the remote, a glare on his face. He’d been getting frustrated over nearly every little thing today and there wasn’t anything she could really do to help that. “What’s the problem, honey?” Y/n asked calmly as she walked back over to him.
“It’s not working,” Freddy groaned, his narrowed eyes flickering between the TV and the device in his hand.
Y/n hummed. “What’re you trying to do?” She inquired as she set the basket down on the coffee table.
“Change it back,” Freddy mumbled.
“To the movie channel?” Y/n guessed as she looked up at the television. When Freddy nodded grumpily, y/n set her hand on top of his. “May I?” She asked cautiously. Y/n squeezed his hand lovingly as he passed her the remote control.
“Better?” Y/n asked, effortlessly switching channels. She wasn’t sure exactly what Freddy had been doing, but it didn’t matter; it was fixed now. She smiled at Freddy’s sheepish nod, knowing he realized he’d been overacting to the minor inconvenience. “Look what I’ve got,” y/n grinned, lifting up the clean blanket.
“You’re so cute when you’re sick and needy,” Y/n mumured as she tucked Freddy into the blanket, burying him up to his chin. She giggled as Freddy blushed and snuggled into the blanket, murmuring something about it being warm. “I placed it in the dryer for a bit,” y/n confessed, proud of her innovative approach to keeping him warm.
“Are you feeling any better?” Y/n asked, brushing Freddy’s hair back from his face as he watched the random movie playing on their TV. A sigh of relief left her lips when he nodded. “Good, you look a bit better,” she agreed. “Did you even see how pale you were?” She pondered, thinking back to photos and videos she’d been sent during the convention.
Freddy nodded again. This time, he followed the silent acknowledgment up by scooting closer to his wife. He nuzzled into her side, smiling softly as she wrapped her arm around him.
“Don’t scare me like that again, Carter. Okay?” Y/n whispered, squeezing Freddy’s shoulder.
Freddy once again nodded. His hands dug around under the warm blanket until they found y/n’s distant hand. He took it in his and squeezed it as he brought it closer to him.
"Please stop wasting what's left of your voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste,” y/n groaned. “We are out of that brand now anyways,” she pointed out. “I’ll make some homemade soup tonight instead of store-bought, okay?”
Freddy looked up from his bowl of soup. He frowned and shook his head. “It’s fine,” he argued, his sick voice making it sound like he said ‘finD’ instead.
Y/n grinned softly as she walked over to her husband. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, “I don’t mind. Like I said, we’re out of the store-bought ones anyways”. “Plus, if you can actually taste it, I’m pleased to see you’re getting better”.
“I can’t,” Freddy admitted bashfully. When y/n playfully squinted at him, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “I just know it’s not yours, yours is-“ he coughed, “better”.
Y/n giggled, “well, who would I be to deny you of my soup then?”. “Just finish that for now, you need sustenance and my soup will take a bit to make, okay?” She asked, nodding to the bowl in Freddy’s lap. When he began eating the soup, she smiled and stroked his face, “thank you”.
Y/n rinsed the serving spoon off in the sink before spinning around to face Freddy. “I love that you’re always so full of life,” she admitted, turning to place the spoon into the dishwasher. “But, right now, if you don’t let yourself rest, you’re going to be losing all of that life,” y/n scolded lovingly. “Now, go back and lay down, please”.
Freddy pouted as he turned and sulked out of the kitchen. He just wanted to help. Y/n had been taking care of him for the last several days and she just finished making a big batch of soup for him. He just wanted to at least help with the cleanup.
When y/n had finished putting everything away and had let the leftover soup cool enough, she placed it back in the fridge. Closing the dishwasher door, she dried her hands and quietly made her way back to the living room. She grinned as she noticed Freddy had finished his bowl of soup and promptly fell asleep. He was still very fatigued, but y/n was glad he was otherwise starting to feel better.
“Thank you for this week,” Freddy repeated, holding y/n closely. He buried his nose in her hair, happy he could once again smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and conditioner.
Y/n groaned dramatically. She shifted on Freddy’s embrace until they were face to face. She lifted her hands up and placed her palms against his cheeks. “Stop thanking me. You’re my husband, I’m always going to take care of you when you’re ill,” y/n reminded him warmly. “But, if you still want to thank me, I’d accept a kiss,” she smirked.
Freddy grinned widely and laughed. He shook his head lightly as he gazed at y/n. “Bloody hell, I love you,” he muttered. Freddy tenderly pulled y/n’s face closer to his as he closed his eyes and leaned in to reward her with a kiss as requested.
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Practice Run: Freddy Carter x Reader
Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series
Warnings: this part has some suggestive scenes/behaviors.
For full warnings and description, see mini-series masterlist
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Freddy ran his hand down the back of y/n’s neck and to her middle back as he moved to sit beside her. “‘ere, let me help”. When she smiled over at him, he grinned back and took a small stack of fabric. “The way we studied on Pinterest, right?” Freddy confirmed, eyeing the folded napkins y/n had completed.
Y/n hummed and nodded. “You were right, it did get easier after the first few,” she commented lovingly. “So I redid the first few,” she added with a laugh.
Freddy chuckled and shook his head. He placed a tender kiss to y/n’s temple before turning his attention back to his current task. He’d helped get his groomsmen going on properly setting up the seating for the ceremony tomorrow moments ago. So now he was able to return to his fiancée’s side and help her with the task she’d chosen to start with.
Y/n giggled as she watched Freddy’s nose scrunch up in slight frustration. She leaned over and placed her hands on top of his that were holding the cloth and pressed them down to the table gently. With a smile, she then moved her hands to Freddy’s shoulders and turned him to face her. She giggled more as he gave her a sheepish smile. Y/n leaned forward and kissed his pouting lips. “They look fine, honey,” she encouraged sweetly.
Freddy smiled from the kiss. But his expression changed into a dramatically skeptical one as y/n tried to reassure him his napkin folding wasn’t as tragic as he knew it was. He couldn’t help but smile as her laughter rang out in the air again upon seeing his nonverbal disagreement.
“Here,” y/n spoke gently as she took hold of Freddy’s hands. “It’s easier if you do it like this,” she advised. She guided her fiancé’s hands as she instructed him on how to best handle the task. They’d both searched Pinterest weeks ago to decide which style of cloth napkins they liked best and had studied how to complete the style they’d chosen. However, y/n had quickly found a simple trick that made it much easier.
Freddy smiled and nodded as y/n’s hands left his; one napkin from his stack complete. “Thank you, darling,” he said, quickly pulling another piece of cloth to him.
“What’s next?” Y/n questioned aloud as she spun around frantically.
Freddy watched y/n with an amused smile. “Right now?” He clarified, moving closer to her. He set his hands on her shoulders to keep her from twirling around again as she tried to think.
“Mhm,” y/n answered, her eyes scanning the dining hall to see what they still had to do.
“Right now,” Freddy hummed, lowering his hands to his side now that y/n wasn’t pacing in circles. “I think you should kiss me,” he smirked.
Y/n promptly turned around to face Freddy. She gave him a smug smile before she pulled him in for a kiss. She giggled against his lips as he pulled her closer while kissing her back.
Y/n shifted the charger plate slightly as she worked on the current table. She was making final adjustments to the table settings their bridal party had set up. She was just about to move to the next table when she received a hurried kiss to her temple. She beamed as she straightened her back to stand up straight. Y/n’s eyes admiringly watched Freddy’s fleeting frame as he continued to rushed to whatever task he was currently working on.
Freddy watched from afar as y/n stood at the end of the dining hall, clearly looking over the scene. He quietly strode over to her, analyzing her facial expressions as she studied the room. He smiled as he made his way to her, a satisfied smile on her face. He pressed a light kiss to her left shoulder before wrapping his right arm around her waist to guide her to his side. “Pleased?” He questioned in a whisper.
“Beyond,” y/n murmured warmly as she snuggled into Freddy’s side. She smiled and rested her head on the side of his upper chest. Everything looked perfect. And she was so excited for tomorrow.
Y/n smirked to herself as she watched Freddy set up the welcome sign. His tongue was preciously sticking out slightly as he concentrated intently on making sure it was centered. As he stepped back to analyze his work, y/n shook her head lovingly. “Get over here, cutie,” she warmly commanded, staring over at her fiancé.
Freddy grinned proudly as he lifted his gaze to meet y/n’s. He blushed faintly upon noticing that others around them had heard her comment. But he didn’t truly care, he was more than okay with it. After all, he had the world’s most beautiful woman calling him cute. What was there to be shy about?
Y/n noticed the way Freddy’s cheeks briefly flushed in reaction to her compliment. “I’m not scared to admit my fiancé is so insanely adorable,” she defended, wrapping her send around his back to pull him to her. Upon seeing his blush deepen, she tsked playfully. “Don’t act like you don’t know how pretty you are, Freddy.” Y/n beamed at the prideful smile her fiancé now donned and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Be careful,” Freddy gushed as his hands quickly found their way to y/n’s back. She was in the middle of hanging up some final touches, but in doing so, she was standing on a ladder. He knew she was likely going to be fine, but he couldn’t help but be slightly concerned that no one was around to make sure of it. After noticing her bridesmaids were busy working on the decorations in another area and not just ignoring her needs, he relaxed some. But it wasn’t until she stepped off the ladder and into his arms that Freddy’s protective worry fully subsided.
“Freddy!” Y/n scolded despite her giggling. She had been absentmindedly standing in the center of the ballroom’s dance floor, mentally checking off the remaining preparations for tomorrow, when the flash from her fiancé’s camera caught her attention.
Freddy blushed and bit his lip upon having been caught. But, as he made his way over to y/n he shrugged and smiled innocently. “You are so stunning, I couldn’t help myself,” he defended, pressing his lips to her cheek.
Y/n’s giggles echoed around the room while she squirmed in Freddy’s arms as he relentlessly tickled her. “Fr-Freddy,” she whispered through her gasps and giggles, “we’re not done yet”. She looked to the right as she watched her maid of honor smile in her direction before she stepped back into the main hall to continue setting up. Y/n heard Freddy playfully state that he didn’t care as he continued to tickle her sides; all while being sure to keep her from falling over.
When he noticed y/n was getting slightly out of breath, Freddy slowed his tickling until it came to a stop. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist and placed his chin in the crook of her neck. “Will you marry me?”
Y/n laughed loudly as she turned around in Freddy’s arms so she could face him. “Mmm, I’ll think about it,” she answered coyly.
Freddy’s shock was clear on his face as he began laughing. “You’ll ‘think about it’, hmm?” He teased. When she simply laughed more and nodded in response, he grinned and shook his head. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you then, hmm?”
Y/n bit her lip and innocently blinked at Freddy. “You can try,” she joked.
Freddy gasped, his eyes wide and mouth parted in disbelief. He chuckled and smirked as an idea formed. It took less than a few seconds for him to pick her up and set her on the bar counter.
It was now y/n’s turn to gasp. She giggled and clutched onto the material of his dress shirt as she steadied her hand on his shoulder. “Freddy!”
Freddy smirked, a visible shine to his eyes as he moved closer. He slotted himself between y/n’s legs, his right palm resting on the bar counter while his left hand caressed her cheek. He closed his eyes and hummed as he began to press sweet but lustful open-mouthed kisses across her forehead. He craned his neck to each side as he tenderly kissed her temples. Freddy then tilted her head up before moving his kisses down to her eyelids. He selfishly took his sweet time kissing all along her skin.
Next was her cheeks.
Then her earlobes.
Then her nose.
Her jawline.
Her neck.
Her collarbone.
As Freddy’s slightly hungry lips met her clavicle, y/n gave into the urge for her lips to meet his. She gently tilted his head up until his loving gaze lifted to her eyes. She silently but assertively pulled his mouth to hers, her hands instantaneously moving to his hair.
Y/n moaned lightly against Freddy’s lips, making him grin smugly. He moved his hands to her lower back and tugged her closer. Her butt was now resting on the edge of the bar’s counter, but his waist was pinned against it, keeping her from falling off. Y/n locked her legs behind Freddy’s hips and used them to force him closer. He echoed y/n’s earlier moan as his chest slid into hers and his hips grazed against her inner thighs. It was now y/n’s turn to smugly grin into the kiss .
“Woah,” Tom, Freddy’s older brother gushed as he sauntered back into the room. “Alright you two, save it for the honeymoon,” he joked with a wink. He shook his head playfully as he turned to grab the checklist y/n’s maid of honor was looking for.
Y/n and Freddy froze and bashfully detangled themselves from one another. He helped y/n down from the counter and straightened her clothes and hair for her. He smiled lovingly as he gazed down at her. “Would it be incorrect to assume you’re convinced?” He teased, seeing the dazed look in his fiancée’s eyes.
Y/n laughed and smoothened Freddy’s hair back out. She rose to her tippy toes and kissed his nose. “I never needed any convincing.” She lowered herself back to the soles of her feet and took his hand in hers. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life,” she said as she went to leave to help their loved ones finish.
Freddy shook his head and pulled on y/n’s hand, spinning her back to him. He bent his head slightly until his lips were at her level. He smiled and kissed her yet again, this time purely filled with love. While they knew they still had some more work to do, when they parted they simply gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling lightly.
“Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?” Y/n asked as she stood in the entryway, wrapped up in Freddy’s arms. She smiled happily when her fiancé shook his head and held her tighter.
“Alright mates, what’s next?” Thomas, one of Freddy’s groomsmen asked, walking up to the couple.
Freddy wrapped his arms tighter around y/n before answering. “Nothing, you’re all dismissed,” he stated. “In fact, can you tell the rest? We’re going to take a moment to ourselves”. He kissed y/n’s cheek as Thomas nodded and smiled widely at the pair before exiting.
“We have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner,” y/n spoke up begrudgingly as she rested her head in the crook of Freddy’s neck.
“Hmm, they can wait a bit,” Freddy argued simply. “We still have some time, they’ve all got to change still,” he reminded y/n. He held her closer to him smiling as she hummed in agreement and snuggled closer to him.
“Can you zip me?” Y/n asked as she turned to face her fiancé. She had changed out of her white button up blouse and into an elegant black dress.
Freddy wore a smile as he dutifully spun towards y/n. “‘Course, love,” he cooed, stepping closer to help. He gently turned her around so her bank was to him. His fingers gripped the zipper and slowly pulled it up until he could secure the hidden clasp at the top of the seam. Once finished, his eyes lifted until he was able to proudly admire y/n through the mirror.
Y/n smiled back at Freddy through the mirror. She let out a soft sigh and leaned back against him. Her hands were placed over his as he held her waist. “I can’t wait to marry you,” she whispered after a brief silence.
Freddy’s smile grew. “Thank you for saying yes,” he commented happily.
“Thank you for asking,” y/n retorted softly. She closed her eyes as she let her body melt backwards into Freddy’s embrace.
Freddy beamed as he gazed down at y/n. He was truly the luckiest man. He pressed a delicate kiss to the side of her head.
Y/n opened her eyes at the contact. Instead of looking at Freddy through the mirror, she tilted her head back into his chest to peer up at him.
Meanwhile, Freddy was still watching y/n and himself through the mirror. He blushed as he noticed the loving look in her eyes as she peered up at him. “Ready my darling?” He asked quietly.
“Ready,” y/n hummed.
“That went well,” y/n sighed with relief. She was thoroughly pleased with the walkthrough rehearsal of the procession and everything they’d just completed with their bridal party.
Freddy simply nodded as he tried to refocus.
Y/n noticed Freddy’s uncharacteristic silence and turned to see him better. She frowned on seeing his eyes were watering a bit. She quickly became worried and decided to lead him away from their guests who were mingling and dishing up. “Freddy, honey,” she cooed, squeezing his hand as she pulled him to a more private part of the room.
Freddy’s best men, his brothers, both smiled as they watched the scene unfold. It was sweet that y/n was so protective and worried about their brother Freddy. But, the brothers also knew why Freddy was tearing and they knew it wasn’t a bad thing. They were both happy for the couple and shared a pleased expression before they went to help their parents get some dinner.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Y/n asked, voice full of concern. “Was it the order of the groups? I thought you wanted Mikey and Will next to each other, but we can change-“ she began, hoping to find a solution to her fiancé’s sadness.
Freddy cut y/n’s worries off with a kiss. When he pulled back, he felt that the tears in his eyes had been to escape and quietly roll down his cheeks.
“Freddy,” y/n cooed again, quickly drying Freddy’s tears. “Talk to me, please,” she requested. “What’s wrong?”.
Freddy shook his head. “Nothing,” he said with a breathy chuckle, still in disbelief at how luck he was.
Y/n squinted as she analyzed Freddy’s facial expressions. “Handsome, I don’t-,” she mumbled in worried confusion.
“I’m just really happy,” Freddy answered in a whisper.
Y/n blinked slowly as she began to relax. “Really? That’s why you’re tearing up?” She asked with a wide smile.
Freddy nodded in confirmation and snaked his arms around y/n’s waist, setting his interlocked hands just above her tailbone. “Seeing you walk down that aisle,” he reminisced as he shook his head, starting to tear up again.
“Awe, Freddy,” y/n hummed. She pulled him in for a tight hug. “I love you so much, sunshine,” she whispered, holding him snugly.
Freddy returned y/n’s secure grip. “I love you too, my darling”.
When y/n pulled back, she met Freddy’s eyes. She hummed quietly as she dried the last of his happy tears.
Freddy grinned warmly at the action.
“Much better,” y/n commented lovingly. The heels she’d put on for tonight allowed her to not have to stretch upwards so much as she went to kiss his forehead.
“Let’s get you some food,” Freddy suggested, reconnected to the present moment. He shifted their stance so his hand was resting on the small of y/n’s back as he guided them to the dining tables. “Cannot have my darling bride be hungry,” he commented with a smile.
“He was, and still is, so smitten,” Freddy’s mate Mikey laughed as he concluded his story. “Obviously, he’d do anything for her, no matter how embarrassing it might look in the process,” he teased, grinning as Freddy’s cheeks flushed again. “In all seriousness though, I am very happy for you mate, I know you two cherish each other more than one could ever imagine, cheers!”
“You’re supposed to save those toasts and embarrassing stories for after the ceremony,” Freddy scolded playfully. “Then she can’t back out,” he commented knowing full-well his cheeks were crimson thanks to Mikey’s cheeky story.
Y/n laughed and shook her head. She snuggled into Freddy, holding onto his bicep. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, peaking up at him.
“Good,” Mikey smirked. “‘Cause, don’t worry mate,” he said, grinning wickedly at Freddy. “I’ve got plenty more stories and toasts to give after the ceremony tomorrow”.
Y/n’s friend, y/f/n abruptly stood as Mikey returned to his seat. “If he’s going to say something now, I will too,” she grinned, winking over at the couple.
“Oh God,” y/n mumbled, closing her eyes.
Freddy laughed softly. He looked over at her lovingly and kissed her head as her friend began to tell everyone how y/n was after he’d taken her on their first date years ago.
After dessert and everyone wishing the couple endless congratulations and best wishes, the evening came to an end. Meaning the couple was now standing a few meters from the main doorway, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Do we really have to sleep apart tonight?” Y/n asked rhetorically as she frowned up at Freddy while he held her.
“No, not if you don’t want to, darling,” Freddy reassured.
Y/n sighed softly as she felt the eyes of her friend and Freddy’s brothers on them. She knew they were waiting for them to part for the night so everyone could go home to rest before the big day tomorrow. “I think it’s out of our hands,” she laughed lightly.
Freddy hummed as he peered over at the group who were trying to pretend they were not watching the couple as they waited. “It’s not up to them, my dear,” he argued. “It’s up to us”.
Y/n lazily shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I can handle one night alone,” she sighed dramatically, “for the sake of tradition”.
Freddy chuckled and kissed y/n’s forehead. “I don’t know if I agree,” he replied playfully. “But, anything for you, darling,” he said with a dramatic bow. He grinned as she began to laugh. Once he stood back up, he tenderly pulled her closer. “But tomorrow night, it’s me and you.” “And no one is going to convince me to part from you,” he whispered in her ear.
Y/n bashfully bit her lip and unnecessarily hid in Freddy’s coat collar. The action made him hum with a chuckle before he kissed the back of her head. She leaned back and cupped his face. “I love you, Freddy,” she smiled, “goodnight handsome”.
Freddy grinned widely. “I love you too, gorgeous, get some rest honey, I’ll see you tomorrow”. He gently kissed her one last time before letting her go, looking at the group as they headed over to separate the couple for the remainder of the night before their wedding.
Y/n peaked back over her shoulder at Freddy as she departed. Catching sight of her gaze, he winked. She gleefully giggled to herself as she turned her head back around and followed y/f/n out of the door.
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Picture Perfect : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 2.97k wc, Freddy and his wife go on a photography date. Fluff
Warnings: fluff, Freddy being too precious, that’s all I think haha, maybe a bit suggestive at the very end depending on how you interpret it
“Okay so, how strict are we being on these categories?” Y/n asked, setting her coffee mug back down on the cafe tabletop. Her eyes reviewed the list her husband Freddy had texted her. They were on a casual date when they decided to have a lighthearted photography contest. As such, y/n was looking over the agreed-upon list of categories for the challenge.
Freddy’s radiant laughter echoed in the small cafe. It made a few people turn to face where the couple were seated, but neither one noticed. “I’m not going to reign in any creative expression,” Freddy hummed. “Just so long as it fits the theme, I argue that it works”.
Y/n smiled and nodded in agreement. “Okay. So, are we doing timed, or just whoever gets them all done first?” She looked up at her husband, smiling back at him as she caught him watching her.
Freddy pondered the question for a moment in silence. “How about we do all of them, and then we text the group chat to have them vote?” He suggested softly.
Y/n’s eyes lit up and her smile grew. She and Freddy were fairly competitive, so this would keep things in a safe range while still being able to be somewhat competitive. “Perfect, darling,” she hummed, rising from her seat. Y/n stepped to where Freddy was seated and leaned down to his level. She swiftly kissed him before parting ways so she could begin.
Freddy stared down at his camera as he examined the latest photo he had taken. Satisfied with the shot, he glanced up to figure out where his wife had ventured off to. He knew she could sometimes get carried away with things and he didn’t want her to wander too far away where he couldn’t keep an eye on her safety. Freddy of course knew his wife could take care of herself, but he also knew how easily she could be distracted to the point of not paying attention to her surroundings. It was endearing and adorably innocent in nature, but it naturally worried Freddy sometimes.
Fortunately, this time, y/n hadn’t disappeared from Freddy’s sight. Freddy grinned widely as he watched her crouch into an odd position to take her next photo. He quickly snapped a photo of her. It was not for their mini-competition, but instead for his own collection of candid photos of his darling wife.
Y/n scanned the street in search of her next destination. After much consideration, she’d decided what she wanted to do for her 'Rule of Thirds' category photo, but she needed to find the right place. The street was lined with various coffee shops for her to choose from, forcing her to make another choice before being able to begin the shot.
Once y/n had settled on which cafe to utilize for the photo, she crossed the street as she made her way to the shop. She skipped childishly as she approached Freddy, pausing to kiss his cheek sweetly. Y/n felt the way his hand quickly clasped onto her bicep, holding her closer to him as he kissed her back. She smiled as she pulled away, his arm slowly running down hers as she skipped away; only once she was fully out of reach did he fully lower his arm back down to his side.
Freddy groaned to himself with a pout as he sat on the black-painted metal bench. He had been waiting for y/n to finish her last two photos for what felt like an eternity. Actually, that’s dramatic. It felt like an eternity since he’d been able to hold her. As Freddy loved any kind of physical touch when it came to his wife; it always grounded him and reminded him of their love.
Although he knew he was being extremely impatient, Freddy elected to take matters into his own hands and fix his dilemma. He placed the strap on his camera around his shoulder as he made his way to where y/n currently was. When he reached her, he courteously waited until her finger was off the shutter-release button before he interrupted. Freddy may want have been in need of y/n’s touch, but he didn’t want to be inconsiderate by bumping her and messing up her shot.
The moment Y/N’s finger lifted from her shutter-release button, the photo having been taken, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. She giggled instantaneously, immediately knowing it was Freddy. Y/n smirked to herself as she spun around to face her needy husband.
“This was a bad idea,” Freddy sighed, eyes cast downwards in a dramatic fashion. His arms remained wrapped tightly around y/n though.
“Hey!” Y/n scoffed as she stepped backward to part from Freddy.
Freddy’s eyes lifted from the ground at Y/N’s sudden outburst. He felt his right eyebrow rise in confusion. But, as he looked back down as he scanned the scene for the cause, Freddy realized his mistake and lowered his brow. “No, no!” He gushed as realization hit him that it looked as though he’d been staring at y/n’s camera and one of her photos had been pulled up. “Darling,” Freddy cooed sweetly, “I actually meant that it was a bad idea because I can’t spend time with you”.
Y/n smiled and shook her head lightly. She moved closer to close the distance she’d created moments ago. When Freddy’s arms were promptly wrapped around her again, she leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Now, quit trying to distract me, Carter!” She teased, “I intend to win”.
Freddy chuckled loudly as y/n lowered herself towards the ground and ducked under his arms to escape his embrace. He shook his head at her silly and unnecessary behavior, an amused smile gracing his lips. Bloody hell he loved her.
“Finished, darling?” Freddy asked joining Y/n. He had received a text from her stating to meet her at the cafe they had the start of their date at earlier. As he reached the table he spotted her at, he’d noticed her camera sitting in the center as if on display to show her completion of the task.
Y/n nodded eagerly. “Yep!” She cheered, grabbing Freddy’s hand and tugging him to her side. She smiled as he took the hint and sat down beside her instead of across from her. “Alright, love, I need another hot cocoa and I got you a tea, then we go develop your shots and see what everything looks like!” Y/n explained, looking at Freddy’s film camera he set beside her digital one.
Freddy smiled and kissed y/n’s cheek as his arm draped over her shoulder. “Sounds perfect, thank you for the tea, darling,” he hummed. Freddy glanced over at y/n as she naturally nuzzled into his side. His smile grew as he leaned his head against hers.
“Come on, sunshine! Let’s see what we’ve got!” Y/n declared, pulling up her camera’s gallery. She waited impatiently, her leg bouncing against the edge of the couch as Freddy approached.
Freddy laughed admirably at Y/N’s excitement. He sped up his pace as he walked across their living room. After he set the developed slides of film to the side of the table, he brought the stack of photos over for y/n to examine.
“Okay, so first is the ‘sun’ themed one,” y/n reminded. She clicked backwards on her camera gallery until she could find the applicable photo she’d taken. Once she’d located it, she passed her camera to Freddy. Y/n smiled gratefully at him as she swapped her camera for his printed photo.
Freddy blushed when he realized Y/n had done a candid of him. He didn’t understand how it worked for the category of sun, but it was terribly sweet. Perhaps she pulled up the wrong photo by accident. Freddy glanced up from her camera to ask, but paused as y/n commented about how much she liked his photo.
Freddy shook his head. He appreciated her encouragement, but it was simply a photograph featuring the sun. Whereas Freddy had suspicions that y/n had done something more artistically driven. “Love,” Freddy commented with a laugh as he tilted her camera's display towards her. “That’s me,” he chuckled, pointing out that he needed to see the actual picture she had taken for the ‘sun’ category.
“I know,” y/n shrugged. She smiled warmly as she took the camera back from him. “Ready for the next one?” Y/n inquired.
Freddy's bewilderment showed blatantly on his face as he stared at his wife. “I don’t follow, darling,” he admitted quietly. “The task was for something with the sun,” Freddy stated simply. “You can’t even see the sun here,” he teased lightly as he pointed at Y/N’s camera.
Y/n giggled but nodded her head defiantly. “Can too,” she argued matter of factly. “See,” she said as she confidently pointed at Freddy in the photo she’d taken. “That’s my sun,” y/n explained staring at her husband determinedly.
Freddy’s head unconsciously tilted to the side as he licked his lips. “I’m… your sun?” He asked slowly. “As in the thing in the sky?” Freddy added with a shy laugh.
“Yes,” y/n nodded again. “Everything revolves around you,” she argued as if it was the most obvious statement.
Freddy faked a scoff. As he donned a pretend frown, he batted his eyelashes at y/n. “Are you saying I’m selfish?” He taunted playfully.
“Course not!” Y/n exclaimed in deep offense. She lightly shoved Freddy's shoulder upon having noticed the playful glint in his oceanic eyes. “You know that’s not what I’m saying, Freddy!” Y/n scolded.
Freddy chuckled, his chest shaking from the force. He pulled y/n’s closest arm closer to him. He knew she understood his request as she rested her head on his collarbone as her body leaned against the side of his torso. “I love you, my precious darling,” Freddy purred.
“I love you too,” y/n said, kissing Freddy’s clothed collarbone. “Speaking of,” she hummed, bringing her camera to where she was now seated. “The next category is ‘us’, shall we?” Y/n asked, gazing up at her husband.
“We shall,” Freddy agreed, his arms held y/n protectively as he leaned forward to grab the next photo. As his fingers searched through the prints for the correct image, he kept y/n in his periphery to ensure his movements didn’t cause her to slip forward and hit the table. Freddy found the right print quickly and brought it back for y/n to review.
Y/N’s smile was instantaneous upon seeing the photo Freddy passed to her. She gazed bashfully at the photo of herself with Freddy in the background smiling at her lovingly. “Aww,” y/n cooed sweetly. “Even though it’s staged, it’s a really cute photo,” she smiled.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed crimson. He turned his chin to peck y/n’s head tenderly. “It was staged for the shot,” he confessed. “But, it’s a normal occurrence”.
Y/n snuggled into Freddy’s embrace to show her affection and appreciation. “I love it,” she hummed. “But, I must admit…,” y/n taunted jokingly, “it is a quite literal interpretation of the category”.
Freddy’s laughter shook y/n slightly. He nodded with a shrug. “Perhaps,” he agreed. “However, it’s also the way I see us,” Freddy argued politely.
Y/n leaned back against Freddy’s arms. She felt his hold loosen in response, allowing her to sit up more. Once she could properly see his face, she bit her bottom lip as she raised a brow. “Me ignoring you?” Y/n questioned.
“Always,” Freddy answered with a smirk. His smirk switched to a grin as y/n scoffed before bursting into laughter. He quickly joined in her gleeful laughter, gazing over at her to take in her beautiful expression. “No, no,” Freddy whispered, reluctantly breaking their shared laughter, “I meant me simply admiring you in everything we do”.
Y/n grinned at Freddy. She gently tapped his nose, making him chuckle quietly. “I,” y/n began, pausing to give him a kiss. “Love,” she continued, repeating the action. Before she gave Freddy one more kiss, she concluded her statement, “You”.
Freddy’s thumb danced across Y/N’s cheekbone as his own cheeks turned red. “I love you too, darling,” he replied.
Y/n leaned into Freddy’s hand as he caressed her face. After sitting peacefully for a few moments, y/n hummed and leaned back. “Well,” she huffed, “now mine sucks”. “So, thanks for that, Carter,” y/n teased.
“Shut it,” Freddy laughed. “Y/l/n Carter,” he added sassily. “Now,” Freddy said as he grabbed the camera from y/n, “let’s see it, darling”.
Freddy surveyed the photo y/n had pulled up. His eyes took in the scene she’d captured of a y/f/c film camera. “Is that a y/f/c film camera?” He asked, surprised she’d found one that color.
“Yeah,” y/n nodded proudly. “So, it’s my favorite color, but it’s also a film camera to represent you,” she explained. “Plus, the -“.
Freddy’s mouth parted slightly as he noticed the rest of the photo/scene. “The flowers behind it,” he whispered in hushed realization. He had just seen the sunflowers -his favorite flowers- and the y/f/f -y/n’s favorite flowers- she’d set up around the film camera in the scene. Freddy beamed as he looked over at y/n, his expression growing as she smiled at him. “Incredible, love,” he complimented warmly, “truly”.
Y/n nervously fiddled with her fingers as she looked away from Freddy’s gaze. “Okay..,” she whispered as she prepared to change the topic, “now for the actual flowers-themed photos”.
Freddy easily caught onto y/n’s attempt to redirect the conversation away from her bashful pride. He laughed quietly, placing a small kiss by the outer edge of her eye. But, Freddy nonetheless let her change the subject to the next set of photos.
Freddy scanned y/n’s ‘flower’ photo as he tried to take in each detail. He picked up on the way she’d tried to use the reflection of the window behind the vase of flowers she’d placed on the table outside a small restaurant to show the flowers rather than directly placing her camera's focus on the vase. Well, she hadn’t tried so much as succeeded. “I love the reflection, darling,” Freddy admitted supportively, “that looks so bloody beautiful!”
Y/n giggled as she whispered a “thank you”. However, her eyes didn’t leave the photo Freddy had taken. She loved the way Freddy had utilized the flower shop but had the focus set on a bouquet of her favorite flowers in his left hand, his wedding band showing to the camera lens. “I… this is amazing,” she y/n, “I love it”.
Freddy watched as y/n ran her finger over his wedding band on the printed photo. It was clearly done subconsciously, but that meant even more to him. Freddy smiled widely at y/n and leaned over to rest his lips on the top of her head.
The couples’ ‘Rule of Thirds’ photos were pretty simple. Y/n had set up a scene that met the criteria for the rule of thirds by using a mug of tea and a vintage-looking book on a cafe table. Whereas Freddy had done a photo under was similar to the one Y/n had done for the flower category, only it was centered a bit differently in order to meet the requirements of the new category.
The second to last category for their challenge was to get a candid of a group of other people or of a couple. Freddy had taken a photo of a couple who were shopping together at a local book store. Y/n had photographed an elderly couple who had been holding hands as they enjoyed a meal together.
The final task was to capture a sun flare in a photograph. Unsurprisingly, the couple had both taken candid photos of the other for this category. Y/n had captured a photo of Freddy as he was taking his own photos, the sun flare just behind him, highlighting his face. Freddy had taken a photo of Y/N’s authentic and candid smile with a sun flare glowing beside her head angelically.
“I love these,” y/n mumured, glancing around at the printed photos of Freddy’s.
Freddy hummed in response, his head nodding in agreement. He smiled and removed the SD card from y/n’s camera. “I will be sure to get these printed out in the morning,” he explained, holding up her SD card for them both to see. “Then we can make an album of both of ours?” Freddy suggested.
When y/n nodded with a gleeful smile, Freddy grinned and set the SD card on their coffee table. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tenderly tugged her closer to him. He closed his eyes, smile increasing tenfold as y/n snuggled into his arms to the point she was nearly in his lap. Freddy brought his other arm around her front, lips pressed against her hair as he held her tightly.
“This is nice,” Y/n commented, wrapping her arms around Freddy’s torso. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the voting though,” she teased, playfully poking his head softly.
Freddy chuckled, embracing Y/N’s head so the shaking of his chest didn’t cause her head to bounce around. “If I say you win, can I keep holding you like this for a while?” He asked, not caring how needy he sounded. After all, Freddy knew his wife loved how much he always wanted her attention and touch.
“You can keep holding me like this as long as you’d like regardless, gorgeous,” y/n purred, rubbing Freddy’s back. She nuzzled her head into his chest even more, smiling as he sighed blissfully. “We can do the voting in the morning,” y/n amended.
“Good,” Freddy said happily. He slid his arms down from y/n’s shoulders until one arm was under her armpits and the other was by her knees. Wordlessly, Freddy scooped Y/n up into his arms and carried her out of the living room. He blissfully listened to her surprised giggles as he led them to their bedroom.
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I Think He Knows : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 2.5k wc, y/n finds a photo of her boyfriend Freddy and tries to hide her reaction do it from him. Only, based on his actions, she fears he already knows.
Warnings: if you want to skip the more spicy (NO smut/nothing explicit) part, only read till the second banner/divider! Otherwise: Suggestive (but NO smut), a little spicy (again NO smut), flirting, mentions of relationship and being attracted to someone, could curse words
Y/n was scrolling through Instagram, typically liking every few posts. She yawned as she continued dragging her thumb across her phone screen, the living room television playing reruns in the background. Just as y/n went to close the app, her eyes caught sight of a photo she’d never seen before. Not that that in itself was unusual on her Instagram feed. But, what made it unusual was that the photo was of her boyfriend Freddy.
Y/n swallowed thickly as her eyes darted up and down the photo. The photo was of her long term boyfriend Freddy and a friend of his from Oxford School of Drama. Y/n recognized the friend as Lewis, but that was as much attention as that half of the photo got. She felt her heart beating irregularly fast as her eyebrows froze in a raised position.
No matter how hard y/n tried to simply like the photo, maybe leave a comment, and then scroll past -like any sane person would-, she couldn’t. Y/n studied the photo even after she took a screenshot of it, her eyes unable to leave Freddy’s face. It was overwhelming and yet euphoric at the same time. Every time y/n thought she’d noticed each detail of the photo of her boyfriend, something else came to her attention. His hair, his smirk, his hand position, his body language, his hoodie, his little side swoop by his temple, his slightly furrowed eyebrows, his-
“Darling?” Freddy called out, walking into the living room. He raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend quickly looked up from her phone, a slightly guilty expression on her face. Freddy tilted his head sideways as he neared where y/n was sitting silently. “Love?” He asked when he saw the hint of guilt in her eyes change into confusion and then to annoyance.
Y/n huffed lightly, crossing her legs as she looked up at Freddy. “You didn’t tell me you ran into Lewis the other day,” she said, pretending if that’s what bothered her instead of it being the fact she’d never seen that excruciatingly beautiful photo before.
Freddy hummed in a soft manner, sitting beside y/n. “I didn’t,” he chuckled in slight confusion, “I saw him just moments ago, love”. Freddy watched the confusion on y/n’s face increase as she leaned back to look him up and down. He grabbed her free hand and ran his fingers over the back of it as he waited for her response.
“Hmm,” y/n mumbled, her eyes settling on Freddy’s hair. It wasn’t much different than the photo she’d been practically drooling over moments ago. But, Freddy wasn’t currently wearing the hoodie in the photo, and he obviously didn’t have the sinfully attractive smirk on his lips at the present moment. “You’re not wearing the hoodie,” y/n spoke quietly, as if trying to think through the situation aloud.
“Well, umm.., no, love, I took it off when-,” Freddy explained, pausing as his eyebrow crept back upwards. “The hoodie?” He asked, a small smirk forming. Freddy chuckled to himself as he watched y/n squirm slightly.
“Lewis posted the photo you guys took,” y/n quickly replied, waking her phone screen back up. She turned the device towards Freddy to show him the photo in question.
Freddy casually looked over the photo before he nodded slowly. “Okay…” he murmured, but his smirk showed he knew where y/n was going with this. “And?” Freddy taunted with faux innocence.
Y/n swallowed and looked away from Freddy. She shrugged infinitesimally. “Just… hadn’t seen it before,” y/n defended in a shaky attempt at disinterest. “And you’re not wearing it now,” she added.
Freddy licked his lips slowly as he scooted closer to y/n. “It’s new,” he admitted with a chuckle. “And I’m not wearing it as I’m home now and don’t need it,” Freddy shrugged. “Did… did you want me to put it back on?” He asked, licking his bottom lip as he looked over y/n’s tense and flushed state.
Y/n hummed and shook her head. “Oh, n-no, just hadn’t seen it is all,” she whispered.
“Love, are you alright?” Freddy asked, squeezing y/n’s hand. He suppressed a laugh as he watched her try to clear her mind. Freddy had seen the look in y/n’s eyes when he’d first entered the room, a satisfied warmth and confidence promptly instilling in him.
Y/n nodded, setting her phone down. She gave Freddy a soft smile. “So, how was Lewis?” Y/n asked, hoping to move past the photo before Freddy caught on.
“He’s fine,” Freddy told her. He wasn’t done watching y/n try to hide her reaction to the photo just yet. “What got you so upset about the photo, darling?” Freddy questioned, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Y/N’s eyes flickered to Freddy’s lips as he caressed her face. She silently scolded herself and forced her eyes back up to meet his. “I wasn’t upset,” y/n confessed, adding an emphasis to the last word unintentionally. She winced slightly as she heard the way she’d said it.
Freddy fought to keep his smirk small as he noticed y/n’s tone. “No?” He questioned casually, “you seemed…really focused”. Freddy swallowed his laughter as y/n’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh, no, I was-,” y/n rambled, stopping as she watched Freddy closer. She witnessed his lips forming a smug smirk. “You know, don’t you?” Y/n asked exasperatedly.
Freddy raised an eyebrow as he fought with his lips to stop smirking. “Know what, love?” He asked softly.
Y/n had a feeling her boyfriend knew the effect he’d had on her before he’d even gotten home, but she didn’t want to tell him in the event he actually didn’t. She slowly shook her head, uncertain if Freddy knew or not. “Nothing… Anyways,” y/n muttered, “what did you want to do for dinner?”. She settled back into her seat as Freddy accepted the change in topic.
“Ready to go, love?” Freddy questioned, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. He watched as y/n looked through the makeup she had on the counter. Freddy chuckled lovingly as y/n nodded despite grabbing another makeup brush.
Y/n heard Freddy’s good natured laugh and she shook her head. “Okay, fine,” she laughed, “I’ll be ready in a moment”. Y/n applied some more blush to her cheeks, focusing on her skin as she leaned towards the mirror. She could hear Freddy moving further into their bathroom as she lowered the brush back down.
“You don’t need this, you know that?” Freddy commented, stepping nearer to his girlfriend. He chuckled as she nodded and replied that he told her that all the time so she had to know by now. Freddy smiled to himself as he shook his head. “As long as you know that,” he hummed.
“But, you look radiant either way, y/n/n,” Freddy complimented as he hooked his arms around y/n’s waist. He blushed when he heard her comment about how she loved having him as her hype man. Freddy leaned forward and rested his head on y/n’s shoulder as she finished her makeup.
Y/n nearly elbowed Freddy when her face leaned away from the mirror enough for her to look up and see what he was wearing. Her arms flung backwards and dropped to her sides in shock. Y/n watched as Freddy smirked widely at her in the mirror; he knew. In fact, any doubt that she was reading into it too much was erased when Freddy’s face formed the same expression from the photo.
Y/n spun around and stared at Freddy. “You do know!” She gasped, playfully shoving his chest away as he laughed. “You suck!” Y/n groaned. “I got all dressed up just for this?!”
Freddy shook his head, grabbing y/n’s hands from his sternum. “We’re still going to dinner,“ he laughed, kissing the back of her hands.
“In a hoodie?” Y/n questioned, glaring teasingly at her smug boyfriend.
“Jumper,” Freddy corrected in a joking manner. “But, yes,” he shrugged. “What’s the problem with that? Does it bother you in some way?” Freddy asked mockingly as y/n pulled her hands back.
Y/n groaned and hid her face in her hands. “Shut up, Carter,” she huffed.
Freddy laughed loudly, shaking his head softly. He gently took hold of y/n’s hands yet again as he delicately pulled them from her face. “Darling, it’s okay,” Freddy assured her. He morphed his smirk into a smile as he calmed down.
Y/n shook her head, not looking at Freddy. Her eyes are glued to the tiled flooring between their feet.
Freddy quieted his laughter, slowly stepping closer to y/n. “‘ey, love,” he said warmly, “truly, it’s okay”. Freddy pulled her closer to him as he whispered, “there’s no need to be shy. You know plenty of ways to get that kind of reaction out of me”.
Y/n glanced up at Freddy, a small smile on her face. She nodded slowly, his reassurance helping her embarrassment some. Y/n sighed softly and let out a laugh in disbelief over her predicament. She laid her head against the collar of Freddy’s hoodie, burying herself into his embrace.
Freddy chuckled quietly, rubbing y/N’s back. “Next time, just tell me to get a hoodie,” he teased lightly. “I’ll buy every jumper in this bloody town if this is how you react,” Freddy smirked. He felt the vibrations from y/N’s voice against his neck, but the bunched-up fabric of his collar muffled her words.
“What was that, darling?” Freddy asked, leaning back a bit to make her head lift off the silencing fabric.
Y/n glared halfheartedly at Freddy. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” she grumbled.
Freddy shook his head as he chuckled briefly. “I swear, my love, I truly didn’t hear you,” he promised. Seeing the doubt on y/n’s face, Freddy continued, “the collar of this jumper you love so much, muted you”.
Y/n nodded, a bashful expression on her face. “I said that it’s not just the hoodie,” she confessed nervously.
Freddy raised an eyebrow at y/n in slight surprise. “No?” He asked, hoping for further clarification.
“No,” y/n said as she shook her head lightly. She knew Freddy would likely want to hear more, but she was feeling shy. Normally she could keep her emotions in place enough to not react so clearly and openly.
“‘old on love,” Freddy cooed softly. His demeanor and tone has shifted into a more serious but compassionate manner. “First, I want to address why you are so nervous about this,” Freddy informed y/n as his thumbs reached her cheekbones. “I hope your know that you can tell me everything, and that we can talk about whatever”.
“I do,” y/n promised, eyes staring into Freddy’s to show the candor behind her words.
Freddy let out a small sigh of relief as he smiled. “Then why are you so shy, love?” He wondered.
Y/n pursed her lips. “Cause…” she mumbled. “I don’t trust you,” y/n told Freddy as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“What?” Freddy gushed, eyes widening. “Y-You just said-“ he sighed.
Y/n uncrossed her arms and held up one hand to Freddy. “I trust that I can tell you it,” she reassured him. “But, I also know you’re gonna use it against me,” y/n concluded, lowering her hand to her side.
“I would never-“ Freddy attested, brows furrowed in confusion and slight offense.
Y/n didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she just looked Freddy up and down. When y/n finished, her eyes locked with his, a knowing and taunting expression on her face.
Freddy chuckled as he caught onto y/n’s meaning and point. “Ooh,” he grinned. “Wait, are you complaining?” Freddy teased, glancing down at his jumper hoodie.
“Never,” y/n murmured truthfully. “But,” she whispered, playing with the hem of his hoodie, “just know your limits, Carter”.
Freddy felt his face flush as a warm sensation rushed through him. “Which are?” He taunted coyly.
Y/n rolled eyes playfully as she shook her head. She pulled great Freddy closer to her with a smile. Her arms hooked around his neck as she moved in for a passionate kiss. When they broke away for sure, y/n smirked. “Limits Freddy, limits”.
Freddy bit his lip as he caught his breath from the wonderfully unexpected kiss. He leaned closer to his girlfriend with a smirk. “I have to know these other things if it’s not just the jumper,” Freddy pleaded, eager to make a mental list.
“Was it the way I-?” Freddy began. This was nearly the millionth question he’d asked in a matter of minutes. They’d just returned from dinner and Freddy was already asking question after question to try and find out what all intrigued y/n about the photo.
“Freddyy!!!!” Y/n shouted followed by a laugh. She shook her head as she hung up the keys by the front door.
“I just want to make sure I’m keeping your interest,” Freddy commented with a smug grin. He waited until y/n turned back around to face him before he wrapped his arms around her waist. Freddy pressed a kiss to her hairline.
“Shut up, Carter,” y/n scolded, softly pushing him back so she could see his face. “You know damn well you do,” she reminded him. “Especially after today, you know you clearly are,” y/n pointed out.
Freddy’s smirk grew as his face turned a deeper red. “But, I don’t know how,” he murmured, hands resting on y/N’s hips.
Y/n groaned, “oh my God”. “Stop, you little shit,” she whined, making Freddy laugh. “But, if you must know…,I don’t know….,” y/n rambled, “it’s just… gah! Like, you looked… so comfy and cozy, yet your expression was the opposite… and like, you’re so sweet, but the pose sooo wasn’t,… and you looked a fuckboy that years ago I would’ve let destroyed my life, yet I know you’re wonderfully the opposite… and that’s just…ahh!”
Freddy was blushing like a madman. “Th-that’s all I have to do?” He asked breathily. “Just be me?” Freddy clarified.
Y/n nodded, “just be you”. She kissed his cheek before she opened the door to their bedroom. Y/n laid down on top of the covers in a dramatic fashion. “It’s really not fair,” she murmured. “I swear, Freddy, you get hotter everyday somehow and I just-“ y/n complimented.
Freddy had climbed onto the bed and towered over y/n. Upon hearing her rambling compliments, he cut her off with a grateful kiss. Freddy smirked down at her, “should I leave this on tonight?” He gasped lightly in shock as y/n tugged on the strings of his jumper hoodie to lower his face towards her.
Y/n hooked her finger around the v shaped stitching at the center of the collar on Freddy’s hoodie and pulled towards herself. “That stupid smug attitude, Freddy,” she griped, eyes focused on his. “I swear,” y/n groaned, making Freddy chuckle smugly again. Y/n rolled her eyes and slammed her lips onto his. “Just stop it with the hoodie already because I don’t want the damn jacket, I want-“ She complained breathlessly.
“I know,” Freddy smirked. He quickly tore off the jumper hoodie, tossing it blindly towards the corner of the room. Freddy hummed softly as he lowered his lips down to y/n’s collarbone.
Maybe Freddy knowing wasn’t too bad after all.
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Reflections and Renewals : Freddy Carter x Reader (& Platonic!SaB Cast x Reader)
Descr: SMAUs of Freddy Carter’s girlfriend/wife (unspecified) singer!reader and the Shadow and Bone cast supporting each other on their latest releases!
Warnings: few curse words, minor flirting, that’s all I think!
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yourusername: My #1 fan❤️❤️❤️
jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername we’ll see about that, I’ll fight for that title ❤️🤺
freddycarter1: also, “did a thing” as if you didn’t record the most profoundly brilliant piece of art yet again 🙄
yourusername: ily ❤️
benbarnes: stoked! sneak peak for your mate?
yourusername: for THE Ben Barnes? But, why of course 😉
amitasuman_: You look stunning! Another album already?! 👏🔥
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archierenaux3: y/n, for real? Is this one going to make me cry again?
yourusername: if I say yes will it prevent you from listening? 🫢
archierenaux3: @/yourusername absolutely not! Are you kidding? No force on earth could prevent that xxx❤️
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freddycarter1 Still waiting on that crow emoji, @apple?
Season ✌️ March 16th
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yourusername: KANEJ!!! 😍😍😍
yourusername: honey, you look sooo good ❤️
freddycarter1: pot calling the kettle black there, my darling 😘
amitasuman_: 🪶 we definitely need a crow emoji, let’s get on with it @/apple
yourusername: I agree but while we’re at it, I also need a new phone in general cause I drowned this one with my tears over this beautiful photo of my favorite TV couple 😭
amitasuman_: @/yourusername stoppp ❤️❤️
yourusername: @/amitasuman_ can’t stop, won’t stop. You are both so talented and pretty 😍
yourusername: can’t wait to let my gifted man take over the television screen day and night as he so perfectly embodies Kazzle Dazzle once again 👀🖤
freddycarter1: you’ve lost it my dear 🤣❤️
yourusername: @/freddycarter1 for you & the rest of the S&B cast? 🤷♀️ I’m fine with that!
kittheyounger: let’s go! 🪶🖤
yourusername: I need more Wesper content Kit ⏱️
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yourusername: You have all been so supportive with me announcing this new album, so here’s a sneak peek into the contents 🥰
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freddycarter1: bloody hell, you’re radiant ❤️❤️❤️
freddycarter1: PSA: for those wondering, as amazing as the song titles are, I assure you the lyrics and tracks themselves are somehow far more enthralling 😉
yourusername: Freddyyyy 🥹 you’re too much ❤️
freddycarter1: @/yourusername I’m simply verbalizing your skillset, love 🙌
paddygibson: sounds incredible already y/n/n!
calahan.skogman: wow! I’m at a loss for words… all I can say right now is… wow!
amitasuman_: so very intrigued 👀
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shadowandbone: We all have debts to pay. Two days 'til Shadow and Bone Season 2.
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yourusername: 😍 these next two days better pass quickly!
freddycarter1: brick by brick 🖤
yourusername: When these aforementioned debts are paid… Can I be your next investment? 🫣
freddycarter1: @/yourusername 💀 love … 😂
benbarnes: This is one ace of a promo poster 🙌
yourusername: couldn’t agree more, but so is yours!
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shadowandbone: You’re not ready for S2. But it’s here! ☀️
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yourusername: Has it been even 12 hours since it dropped? No. Have I already binged all 8 episodes? Yes. 🙌 Will I wait patiently for S3? No. 🙅♀️ Am I in love with this cast? Yes. 💯 That’s all. ❤️
amitasuman_: … Did you truly?! 🥹
freddycarter1: @/amitasuman_ she did 😂
yourusername: @/amitasuman_ @/freddycarter1 course I did 💁♀️ you’re all so unbelievably and incredibly talented 🙌❤️❤️
yourusername: We finally have everyone together 😭 couldn’t have asked for a better cast for any of the Grishaverse characters 🤩 p.s. you all look PHENOMENAL ❤️
lbardugo: agreed y/n! 🖤
yourusername: @/lbardugo and a special thank you to the most wonderful person who made it all possible 🙌🖤
jessie_mei_li: ☀️🖤
yourusername: Love you trying to intimidate Nikolai! And looking stunning while doing so! 😍
jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername ilysm xxx
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yourusername: It’s here! I’m so thrilled to share these songs with you!
My latest album, Reflections, is officially available on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Pandora, and wherever else you listen to music! It’s also set to hit stores this afternoon!
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freddycarter1: just when I think I couldn’t be more proud, you prove me wrong ❤️ just like this album, you are truly exceptional, darling. xxx
yourusername: 🥹❤️
jacktwolfe: unreal! It’s staying on repeat all day ❤️
amitasuman_: girl, you killed this! 🙌
archierenaux3: already crying… you’re so talented it’s unbelievable xx
longbrophy: I officially have a new favorite album 🥰
calahan.skogman: damn, you seriously have a way with words!
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Love of a Lifetime ~ Wedding Planning - Planning SMAUs : Freddy Carter
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yoursername: Venue shopping today 💍 I’m just glad this dazzling man is off the market 🥰
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carterfan32: is he though? 🤔It’s not official yet, I wouldn’t lose sight of the competition until then, just saying 😏
freddycarter1: @/carterfan32 it’s official, it’s always been official in my eyes. And she’s never had to worry about any competition, that’s what happens when there is none. Just saying 😏
kittheyounger: what a dashing man who is clearly intrigued by whatever he’s looking at 😉
freddycarter1: @/kittheyounger just the love of my life 🤷♂️♾️
calahan.skogman: looking good Freddy 🔥excited for you two. Xx
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benbarnes: I hear wedding bells 💒 Xxx
freddycarter1: yours, always, darling ❤️
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freddycarter1: Impatiently counting down the days until we are back here and I have the chance to retake this photo; only with you in white instead. 💍 Happy 4 year anniversary, my darling! ❤️
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yourusername: can’t wait for our new anniversary date 🥰 Happy 4yrs, handsome ♾️
freddycarter1: @/yourusername *additional anniversary date; we’ll be celebrating both next year ❤️
amitasuman_: y/n looks so gorgeous ❤️
daniellegalligan_: 💍 marry me instead y/n? 🙏
yourusername: @/daniellegalligan_ sorry Dani, my hearts been locked down for 4 years as of today 😘
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Love of a Lifetime ~ Wedding Planning - Cake Tasting : Freddy Carter
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“Ohhh,” Freddy moaned, licking his lips. “Love, try this one,” he encouraged. He used his sampling fork to pick up some of the remaining cake. Freddy then turned to y/n and slid the fork into her slightly parted mouth.
Y/N’s eyes widened as the flavors melted onto her tongue. “Woah,” she commented, eyeing Freddy. “And here I was thinking this one was the best so far,” y/n muttered, glancing at her sample.
“Here, let me see about that,” Freddy suggested, taking a chunk of the cake sample in front of y/n. He hummed as he analyzed the flavor. “The frosting is really good,” Freddy noted. His eyes dashed back and forth between the two samples in uncertainty.
Y/n smiled as she admired her dashing fiancé. She caught sight of a small dot of frosting at the corner of his lips and smirked. Y/n scooted closer wordlessly and used her pointer finger to delicately remove the frosting from his face. “So good you saved some for later, huh?” She teased warmly.
Freddy blushed but nodded affirmatively as if that had in fact been his plan. He laughed as y/n kicked the frosting off her finger as she shook her head as she smiled at him. Freddy raised his eyebrow at her before he moved so his arms were resting on either side of her.
Y/n glanced down at Freddy’s hands as they held onto the edge of the table that was now behind her back. She followed the lines of his arms up until her eyes landed on his smirking face. “We’re in public,” y/n scolded, knowing it would bring a pink hue to Freddy’s cheeks. She gasped lightly as Freddy shrugged before quickly leaning in until his lips were on hers.
When they pulled back, Freddy grinned. “That’s the best flavor,” he teased, smirking as y/N’s eyes widened. Freddy chuckled and slid his arms down to her waist, pulling her to him as she playfully hit his chest with a shake of her head.
“You’re gross,” y/n giggled. “We’ve had nearly thirty different cake samples in the last two hours, babe,” she reminded Freddy.
Freddy hummed and nodded. “That’s true,” he acknowledged. “But, I’ll always want to kiss you, no matter what you’ve eaten,” Freddy said affectionately.
Y/n nibbled on her bottom lip shyly. “Even if I ate…” she trailed off for a moment as she tried to think of something crazy. She appreciated the way Freddy seemingly caught on to the reason behind her pause and waited patiently for her to continue. “…dirt?” Y/n questioned, unable to come up with something else.
Freddy’s laughter rang through the small room the bakery had them in. “Dirt?” He questioned teasingly with a tiny shake of his head. “Why in the world would you be eating dirt, my love?”
Y/n shrugged and laughed at her inability to find a better item to have used in the hypothetical scenario.
Freddy shook his head again but smiled fondly at y/n. “Yes, darling, if you lost your mind and ate dirt,” he teased, “I’d still want to kiss you”.
“Hey!” Y/n scoffed. “Why would I have to have also lost my mind?!” She questioned.
As he rose his eyebrows mockingly, Freddy laughed. “Love, why else would you have been eating dirt?” He inquired.
Y/n shrugged. “Dunno,” she murmured quietly. “Maybe I face planted,” y/n argued weakly.
Freddy stroked y/N’s cheek, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Well, in that case,” he whispered, “we should probably work on your balance too”. “But, I’d still want to kiss you,” Freddy repeated.
Y/n giggled quietly and wrapped her arms around Freddy’s waist. As she locked her fingers behind him, she gazed up into his eyes. “It hurts sometimes,” she murmured softly.
“What hurts?!” Freddy panicked. His eyes scanned y/N’s face closely before they dropped to examine her body for any signs of where her pain was.
“No, no,” y/n said, moving her hands up to cup Freddy’s face and hold it steady. Once she’d steadied his eyes on her face again, she smiled yearningly at him. “I meant, it hurts how much I love you,” she explained. “It just…, sometimes I don’t think my body has the physical capacity to hold all of the love I have for you, Freddy” y/n explained upon seeing Freddy’s confusion.
Freddy’s vision blurred as his blue eyes watered. His breath shook lightly as he admired his fiancée with disbelief. “Fuck,” Freddy mumbled, “I love you so much”. He blinked until his vision cleared so he could see all of y/n’s features clearly as he leaned in for an impassioned kiss.
“No, don’t,” Freddy blurted. He protectively pushed y/n’s hand down as she tried to take a bite of the latest wedding cake sample. He laughed quietly at the bewildered expression on her face in response to his actions. “It’s y/lf/f,” Freddy explained, nodding to the samples he knew y/n wouldn’t like.
Y/n glanced down at the sample that was now splattered onto the table beside her plate. She noticed Freddy was right. It was her least favorite flavoring even though they’d not checked that option on their intake form for the bakery. Y/n looked back up and smiled appreciatively at Freddy. “Thank you,” she hummed, kissing his cheek.
“Try this one instead,” Freddy suggested, swapping plates with y/n. He quickly cleaned up the dropped piece of cake before disposing of her half of the sample. As he returned to their seats, he smiled to himself as he watched y/n savoring the swapped sample. Freddy had a feeling she’d like it, but knew at a minimum that it would be better than the one she had been about to try. He took a moment to himself as he observed y/n making notes in their wedding planning journal. Freddy couldn’t understand how he’d managed to get so lucky as to be marrying her.
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Love of a Lifetime ~ Wedding Planning - Venue Searching : Freddy Carter
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Freddy bit his lip as his eyes trailed over his fiancée. He couldn’t stand the fact that she had elected to wear a white dress today. The sight was always one that would make Freddy think about their future, but that increased in intensity after y/n had accepted his marriage proposal. Therefore, when y/n entered the living room in a white dress, Freddy couldn’t look away.
Freddy knew his face had to be bright red as he felt prideful about the fact the radiant woman in front of him would soon be his wife. But, he couldn’t help it, he was in love and y/n’s outfit choice only reminded him of his eagerness to start this next chapter of their lives together.
Y/n buckled the straps on her heels as she leaned against the back of the couch for support. She was a bit surprised that Freddy hadn’t come over to help her the way he normally would, but she wasn’t upset over it. Y/n figured he was busy finishing getting ready to head out of their home as well. However, as she lowered her right foot back to the ground and looked up she realized that wasn’t the case. Y/n felt her face flush upon seeing Freddy’s starstruck gaze.
Y/n giggled timidly as she walked towards her fiancé. Her movement seemed to be enough to bring Freddy’s attention back to the moment. She watched as his blush deepened at having been caught staring. Y/n beamed and shook her head sweetly.
“Damn, I love you, Carter,” y/n said cheekily. She leaned in and gave Freddy a short kiss as she snaked an arm around him under his blazer.
Freddy smiled back at y/n for a moment before suddenly tilting his head. His eyes scanned her body language quickly. “You did this on purpose,” Freddy murmured lightheartedly.
“Did what?” Y/n laughed curiously. She raised an eyebrow at Freddy in question.
Freddy bit his lip as he shook his head in amused exasperation. “Stop teasing me,” he groaned lightly. When he noticed y/n wasn’t understanding what he was referring to, he squinted at her. “You’re wearing white”.
Y/n stepped back and looked down at her clothing for a second. She gazed back up at Freddy with her confusion showing on her face. “Since when is me wearing white me teasing you?” Y/n questioned.
“Since always, love,” Freddy confessed shyly. “But…,” he shook his head as he wore a sly grin. “Today it’s a white dress..,” Freddy took a deep breath before continuing, “and we’re going to a look at wedding venues…”. He blinked slowly, still unable to compose himself.
“Yes,” y/n acknowledged simply. She hummed quietly as she tried to comprehend Freddy’s argument. “So, me wearing white-,” y/n stopped and revised her statement, “a white dress, today when looking at venues for our wedding is teasing because…”. “We’re not getting married today?” She asked, taking a guess at what Freddy was meaning.
When Freddy nodded his head in agreement with her analysis, y/n chuckled warmly. “Okay,” she nodded, “but, honey, I’m still marrying you”. Y/n smiled sweetly at Freddy as she took his hands in hers.
“Yeah, but not today,” Freddy mumbled quietly. He squeezed y/N’s hands as he bashfully looked at his feet. His heart did a flip as he heard her angelic laughter; the way it always did when hearing that sound. As y/n’s laughter came to an end, he heard her reply with a confused “so”.
Freddy looked up and smiled at his fiancée. “So,” he echoed as he dropped one off her hands, lifting the other into the air to spin her around. His smile widened at y/n’s resulting grin and giggles. “You won’t let me see the actual dress you got,” Freddy concluded as y/n returned to her original position.
Y/n laughed loudly and shook her head. “You’re not supposed to see it before the wedding Freddy!” She defended.
Freddy nodded his head in agreement. “I know,” he groaned, his blush reaching the tips of his ears. “But, bloody hell, love!” He exclaimed wildly. “This is driving me bonkers,” Freddy claimed, his eyes looking over y/n again. “You’re so lush, darling”. He heard y/N’s attempt to stifle a small adoring laugh. Freddy knew his British slang came out more when he was flustered and it always made y/n giggle but she’d told him it was in adoration at how “adorable” and “precious” it was. So, he felt his blush deepen but otherwise tried to move on. “Y/n, love,” Freddy whined, “it’s not fair, I mean I have to just fantasize about the dress on and off of you until then?”
Y/n chuckled and then playfully smacked Freddy’s chest when she caught on to the other part of his overdramatic complaint. “Freddy!” She scoffed as her face warmed.
Freddy laughed with a teasing smirk, diving his head downwards to place a kiss on y/N’s jaw just below her ear. “But,” he said, his tone softer, “really, this isn’t even the actual dress?”
Y/n shook her head and giggled. “No,” she replied with a smile. She examined the dress she had on today. “This is a basic dress, babe,” y/n smirked. “So, hopefully if this is how much you like this one,…” she trailed off as she pretended to think deeply. “I think you’ll really like the real one, it’s much better,” y/n winked.
It was true, she’d chosen her dream dress. And she knew Freddy would love it. It matched their aesthetic and wedding style perfectly. Not to mention, it looked great on y/n, so much so it increased her confidence and she was so excited to show it to him when it was time.
“Oh I know,” Freddy hummed, pulling y/n to him. “You see, that’s the problem, dear,” he sighs dramatically, tenderly increasing his hold on her. Freddy smiled as y/n buried her head in the crook of his neck and placed a sweet kiss to the dress shirt material covering his collarbone. “I hate to end this moment,” he whispered into her ear, “but we should probably leave now or we’ll be late”.
“I like the architecture of this one,” y/n whispered as she leaned into Freddy’s embrace. His arm was comfortably draped around her waist as they walked through the latest possible venue for their wedding. Even after all this time, y/n loved the feeling of being in Freddy’s arms; it never failed to make her feel safe and cherished. She smiled to herself as Freddy kissed the top of her head in response to her comment.
“What do you think?” Y/n asked quietly as they ventured into the next room of the current location. Her eyes scanned the new room as she waited for Freddy’s answer.
“You look radiant in all of these venues,” Freddy complimented warmly. He chuckled as y/n looked away flustered.
“That’s not what you’re supposed to be paying attention to!” Y/n groaned lightheartedly. She pouted dramatically as she stepped away from Freddy. Y/n waved around the room theatrically. “The rooms, Freddy!” She laughed. Y/n shook her head lightly, “have you truly not been paying attention this whole afternoon?”
Freddy chuckled and shook his head calmly. “Of course I have, love, I was only stating my first observation,” Freddy defended. He smirked at the bashful expression on y/n’s face. “Come back here,” he pleaded sweetly.
Freddy grinned as y/n snuggled back into his side, his hand naturally finding its place on her hip. He tilted his head and placed a lingering kiss to her cheek. Freddy’s smirk returned as he watched just how giddy he could make her without any real effort.
“I think the staircase at the second venue was better,” Freddy commented in a hushed tone. He knew the venue’s staff were out of earshot as they’d let the couple wander and tour the grounds alone. But, he still didn’t want to risk anyone hearing him speak negatively about the place. “But, the first few didn’t have a decorative water fountain,” Freddy commented, nodding towards the structure down the hall.
Y/n hummed as she thought over Freddy’s observations. “And.. your thoughts on having a fountain?” She asked hesitantly. If Freddy wanted a decorative water fountain, then they’d have one and y/n wouldn’t complain. But, y/n didn’t care for the feature as it felt a bit much.
Freddy bit his lip, looking down at y/n as he tried to read her thoughts on it. He wanted her to be happy with all the choices they’d make for the wedding. So, while he would prefer to avoid such a gaudy structure at their otherwise classically themed wedding, Freddy would do whatever y/n preferred. “Ummm…, how do you feel about that?” He asked nervously.
Y/n chuckled and leaned back to get a better look at her fiancé. “Are you trying to avoid disagreeing with my stance?” She questioned knowingly. Y/n giggled as Freddy nodded, his cheeks flushed.
“Freddy,” y/n cooed, moving to stand in front of him. “We can disagree on things,” she reasoned, “it’s going to happen, honey.” Y/n leaned forward and pecked Freddy’s nose. “Just be honest with me, okay? We can talk out any disagreements the way we always do,” she suggested softly.
Freddy smiled appreciatively and nodded. He brushed some hair from y/n’s face before he spoke. “Personally, I think it’s… umm..” he mumbled, “too much”. Freddy scanned y/n’s face for her reaction to his stance on the matter.
Y/n laughed loudly, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She smiled shyly as Freddy delicately pulled her hand away from her lips with a wide grin at her behavior. “I was thinking the same thing,” she giggled, “see, we didn’t need to be so nervous about talking it over”. Y/n hummed lovingly as Freddy pulled her in for a kiss instead of responding verbally.
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Love Improves All : Freddy Carter x (OC) Reader
Descr: 5k wc fic where reader (named Amelia) is Freddy’s fiancée and finds herself stressing over their upcoming wedding while out on a date with him. So much so that she begins to suffer and anxiety attack. Which Freddy of course lovingly helps her through!
Warnings: anxiety, stress, crying, anxiety attack and anxiety attack symptoms, talks of marriage and weddings, I think that’s all!
Note: Reader is slightly OC/named Amelia, after the requester. But of course you can read it as you wish in your mind lol.
Lastly, this isn’t proofread as I’m still fighting a fever so I apologize if there’s anything weird 🤣
Amelia struggled to keep her stressed mind focused on the football game and not on her upcoming wedding. She was currently on a date with her fiancé Freddy. It was an evening football match between Freddy’s favorite team and their rivals. As such, it was a very engaging game! Or at least, it had been. However, just at the end brief halftime break after the first half of the game, Amelia felt her phone vibrate inside her pocket with what seemed to likely be a text message. Normally she wouldn’t check her phone while out on a date with Freddy. However, they were waiting to hear back from one of the vendors for their wedding. So, she did a quick check to see if it was related to that or not.
Amelia easily realized the text message she received was actually from a friend of hers, congratulating her on the impending nuptials. She smiled to herself, sparing a glance at her cherished fiancé. Damn he’s so gorgeous. She bit her lip as he caught her looking at him, a blush forming on her face when he smirked.
Freddy had craned his head over to press a loving kiss to his fiancée’s cheek. Even before catching her silently admiring him, he was having a great night. Although, in all transparency, he always did when it came to date nights with Amelia.
When Freddy turned back to resume watching the football game, Amelia smiled bashfully and slid her phone back into her pocket; having previewed the message so she could wait and respond later. Her friend had mentioned that Freddy was a lucky man to be marrying Amelia. But, Amelia was the lucky one. Freddy was her everything and he was truly the world’s sweetest man. And she was going to be walking down the aisle to marry him in hardly any time. In fact, the wedding suddenly felt very soon. Too soon. Not because she was hesitant to marry him. But because she was so stressed out about the things she still had left to do before their special day. There was a seemingly immeasurable amount of tasks that were due in the next few weeks. There was no way she was going to be able to get it all done.
Amelia clenched her jaw as she felt her stress and worries start to spiral. She needed to get this under control! She was on a date with her wonderful fiancé! She could not have an anxiety attack right now. Not that she wanted to have one at all. But, right now would be just the most unfortunate timing.
Amelia knew that attending football games with friends or loved ones was one of Freddy’s favorite activities to do. And he’d told her before that was especially true when it was done on a date with her. Freddy had explained to Amelia that her enjoying herself so thoroughly (while he too had a great night) while participating in one of his interests made him really happy. And she wasn’t going to ruin that tonight! He didn’t deserve for her to have an anxiety attack right now. She could get herself under control. She’d address the insurmountable stressors of their upcoming wedding later. Even if that made the stress worse.
Amelia was therefore sitting beside Freddy on the bleachers as she desperately pleaded with her mind to let her focus on their date. Only, that proved to guide her thoughts right back to the wedding. Thinking about their date meant thinking about Freddy and her love for him. Thinking about being in love with Freddy meant thinking about their wedding. And thinking about their wedding meant thinking about her long list of worries over not being prepared.
Amelia’s muscles seized up briefly with tension. She needed to change tactics. And quickly. That was when she elected to try and focus solely on the football game. However, watching the players kick the ball around the field wasn’t enough stimulation to keep her focus. Instead, her racing thoughts about the wedding tasks continued to echo and spin around inside her unfocused mind. Ironically, the simple fact that she couldn’t focus on the football game nor be in the present moment during their date only made her anxiety worse and therefore fueled even more of her attention to go towards her racing thoughts and less towards the things she should be focusing on. It was a vicious and apparently inexplicable cycle.
At this point, Amelia could sense how much her anxiety had grown. She knew it was too late to prevent an attack; it was already here. Now all she could do was attempt to hide the attack from Freddy. He deserved to be able to continue enjoying his night and not have to try and fix her. The problem is, Freddy is so attentive! While that’s not usually a bad thing, right now it felt like it. His loving attentiveness and protectiveness towards her would surely work against her attempts to hide the symptoms of her ongoing anxiety attack. Yet again, this new realization and associated guilt only helped grow her anxiety.
Amelia’s heart was thudding forcefully in her chest. Her head was so woozy she swore her brain was bouncing around loosely inside her skull. She could far too easily tell how high her heart rate was; she could feel it radiating through every pulse point in nerve-wracking throbs.
Amelia didn’t notice at first when her symptoms became visible. However, after a few seconds, she cursed herself upon realizing she’d unconsciously and uncontrollably began bouncing her leg. Fortunately, it was the leg furthest away from Freddy. This meant he’d be less likely to notice as opposed to if it had been her left leg that was immediately beside him.
Amelia couldn’t resist the urge to continue anxiously bouncing her right leg. The anxious energy surging inside of her demanded an outlet. Her right calf muscle already ached from the strain in it thanks to the body tension that came with her anxiety attack. Yet, she still couldn’t force the tight muscles to stop her from leg bouncing against the edge of the metallic bleachers.
Amelia licked her lips as the temperature appeared to rise and her mouth began to feel dry and cottony. She resisted the temptation to whimper in frustration with herself by tightening her jaw even more than it already had on its own. The skin of her chin was now wrinkled and pulled in taught against the bone underneath. As it did each time she suffered an anxiety attack, her head uncontrollably jerked lightly to the left at a slanted angle as she felt a cold rush surge through her body. God she hated that feeling. And that symptom. It was the most obvious symptom. If Freddy had caught sight of it, he’d instantaneously know she was having an anxiety attack. Her façade would be over immediately.
Freddy had been watching the second half of the football game when he thought he saw something out of the corner of his right eye. He froze. Did she…? His eyes widened with worry as he readied himself to look Amelia’s way. The time between Freddy’s eyes alerting him to the potential concern and him facing her was infinitesimal. As was the amount of time between getting visual confirmation of his concern and a deep frown forming on his face. His sweet woman was suffering. He swallowed a sigh as he took in the sight.
Amelia’s eyes were wide as she stared at the football field. But, Freddy could see how truly unfocused her gaze was. She wasn’t here right now; she was deeply immersed in her head. He wasn’t sure what had prompted this anxiety attack tonight, so he felt a slight rush of protective anger form. His eyes dashed around their surroundings, analyzing each and every attendee to see if there was any sign they’d done something to cause Lia’s distress. Upon not seeing any explanation, Freddy turned his eyes back to her.
Freddy stifled a concerned gasp as his hands hurriedly moved to grab Amelia’s. It physically hurt his heart to see the way she had a clearly intensive grip that she’d been using to clutch onto her knees so tight that her nails were surely causing crescent moon-like indents in her skin. He calmed himself as to not startle her given her eyes were still staring straight ahead. Freddy then delicately took hold of her cold hands and carefully removed them from her legs. His hips and bum slid until he was kneeling before his fiancée, warming her hands with his. His worried eyes scanned hers as he waited for the signal he knew would alert him that at least a sliver of her attention had escaped from the depths of her mental turmoil.
When Amelia didn’t respond but instead clearly tried to hide her attack symptoms, Freddy furrowed his brows and frowned. Despite the loud cheering around them, all of his attention was on her; not the game. “Darling, do you want to take a walk?” He asked encouragingly. He intentionally asked this indirect question as he knew she would often become frustrated during her anxiety attacks simply about having to have them in the first place. So Freddy knew by now that not pointing them out to her was a good way to keep her anxiety from increasing.
Amelia’s eyes spared the briefest of glances over at Freddy before she shook her head and looked back at the football game. She pasted on a half-smile, the left side of her lips curling light as that side of her mouth was the closest to him. He was knelt in front of her but slightly to the side of her left knee due to the limited space from the row of bleachers below theirs restricting his ability to be directly in front of her. Amelia hoped the angle would work in her favor and make Freddy think it was a full smile, when in reality she couldn’t muster up enough strength or focus to make both sides of her mouth actually lift.
Freddy pressed his lips into a thin line as he watched his dear fiancée. Her eyes were back on the game behind him, but he could see they were not focused and she was starting to tear up. Her fair skin had begun turning a bit pinkish in hue. But, he still went about handling the matter indirectly as to not upset her. Freddy smiled weakly as he tilted his head. “Your face is a little flushed.”
Amelia offered no verbal response to Freddy’s comment. But, it was clear to him that she’d heard and realized he was aware she wasn’t doing well. Because not long after his statement, he watched as her jaw clenched and head twitched to her right faintly despite her trying to resist it. Freddy promptly stood up and tugged on her hand softly. “‘ome on love, let’s go get some more water from concessions, hmm?”
Amelia shook her head and gently pulled her hand away. “I’m fine,” she whispered stubbornly despite the shaky fake smile on her face. “Just.. watch the game Fr-eddy”.
Freddy of course effortlessly saw through Amelia’s façade and frowned. He frowned to himself as he suppressed a sigh. In theory, he appreciated her wanting him to do what she felt he would rather be doing. But, that wasn’t the case. He’d chose her over anything else, no matter the circumstances.
Freddy reluctantly moved back to his seat. For now, he’d try to silently help, without acknowledging what he was doing or why. He refused to not help her through it at all. So, he pretended to focus only on the game but used his peripheral vision to keep an eye on her. If she felt that not addressing the attack would help her get it under control or let her feel more empowered by doing so, it wasn’t his place to say otherwise. It was her body. As much as he wanted to and tried to understand what her anxiety attacks were like for her, he knew he didn’t. No matter how many books he’d read on it. No matter how many times he’d (with her permission and awareness of course) asked her mental health counselor for help in forming a deep knowledge and understanding about it. Only she could truly know what it was she needed in these moments. So, Freddy would stand to the side and let her choose the route tonight. However, he knew there were occasionally times when he’d need to step in. Fortunately though, it hadn’t reached that point so far tonight. She hadn’t reached the point that he feared yet. The point that made his already momentarily broken heart shatter into smaller pieces. The point where she was unable to help herself get through it or settle down on her own. He didn’t mind being there to lovingly provide that act of service for her, but he knew she often wanted to do it herself if she was able to. The heartbreak came from knowing she was feeling so miserable and that there wasn’t much he could do to help.
Freddy lovingly rubbed Amelia’s thigh and knee, his hand lightly weighing down against her leg. He knew that whenever he did so, it would help keep her leg a bit more steady, slowing down -if not stopping- her bouncing. And in turn, it would help lower her heart rate that he knew would be high. He had sat slightly closer ever to her when he’d returned to his seat. He wanted her to feel his presence but didn’t want to make her too warm as he was still worried about how flushed she looked. But, until she relaxed some and let him help, he couldn’t do much about that. So, he had to focus on helping her reach that point where she would cooperate with his assistance. However, after a few minutes, Freddy could tell this was a particularly bad anxiety attack. Just as he prepared himself to begin being a bit more direct with Amelia, she mumbled that she needed to use the restroom.
Freddy rose and took Lia’s hand. “I’ll go with love, I could use a trip to the loo as well,” he fibbed.
Amelia faltered briefly, skeptical of Freddy’s statement. But, she nevertheless agreed. She couldn’t keep stressing over whether he knew. She needed to get out. She needed to breathe. She let herself hold Freddy’s hand tightly as he walked with her to the stadium bathrooms. The steps under her feet seemed to multiply and blur together, so she was grateful when she felt Freddy’s hand leave hers and move to wrap around her waist instead. Upon reaching the separation point outside the bathrooms, she lifted her now-free hand and pointed towards the men’s side.
“Honey…” Freddy cooed sweetly. He squeezed her side as he grabbed her raised hand in his unoccupied one to silently communicate that he knew why she really left her seat and that he was here for that reason too.
Amelia frowned as she looked up at Freddy. “You didn’t really have to use the restroom, did you?” She asked timidly.
When Freddy shook his head sweetly, Amelia slightly caved in on herself. “I… I-I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Freddy’s brows scrunched up as he turned fully towards her. “Nooo, no no, none of that, darling,” he replied sympathetically.
“I’m f-f-fiiinne,” Amelia lied in a futile attempt to convince her fiancé to go back to enjoying his night.
“You look like you're about to fall over,” Freddy pointed out softly. At this point, he had to be more direct. She’d nearly stumbled over the bleacher steps on their way down here. And now, even as they just simply stood, she was looking as if she’d fall down if it weren’t for him supporting her waist. He could see the bashful expression on her face as she silently acknowledged he was right. “Please let me help,” he begged, his mind replaying how much she shook while they’d walked down here.
“You… you don't have to do this,” Amelia told Freddy with a sad frown.
Freddy shrugged. “I never said I did”. He moved back to her side, rubbing the fabric over her hip to encourage her to lean against him. He smiled lightly when she did and then began guiding her to the bench nearby. “I’m grabbing you a water darling, I’ll be right back though,” he promised, bending down to kiss her clammy forehead before heading towards the concessions.
Freddy had kept his eyes on her the whole time he’d been gone, still deeply concerned about her. As soon as he had the water in hand, he quickly made his way back to where he’d had her wait. They exchanged hushed words as she thanked him for the water and he encouraged her to begin taking small sips. As she managed to drink some of the water, he smiled faintly in relief. “Do you have your medicine on you?” He questioned.
Amelia shook her head and looked away shamefully. When Freddy simply whispered a delicate “okay” in response to her mistake, she whimpered as her guilt rose. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.
“Darling,” Freddy cooed . “No, it’s perfectly alright that-“ he began.
“I didn’t.. I didn’t think I’d need them,” Amelia confessed, still looking at her feet as her toes anxiously tapped against the soles of her shoes.
Freddy nodded and sat down on the bench beside her. “That’s fine, love,” he promised. He brushed some wisps of hair from her clammy forehead lovingly. “We’ll get you through this without them just fine”.
Amelia sniffled as she tried to keep from fully crying. “I should’ve brought them. That was stu-“.
“Ah ah, no,” Freddy kindheartedly scolded. “That’s just the anxiety talking, Lia”.
Amelia defiantly shook her head. “That’s just it,” she whined. “My anxiety only exists because of the things I’m doing wrong or not doing when I should be”.
Freddy’s fingers slowly moved from her forehead to trace her tense jawline. “No, honey,” he argued, “that’s not how it works, you know that”.
“I should’ve brought my meds so you didn’t need to take care of me,” Amelia said, voice breaking at the end.
Freddy squinted in slight offense but quickly recovered. “‘ey now love, I will always be up for taking care of you, darling,” he promised. “After all, it’s part of the whole marriage thing,” he grinned. His grin soon switched to a frown as he noticed her breathing had once again picked up. “Ah woah, woah, easy love, what’s happening? What did I say that made it worse?” Freddy questioned warmly. When she only shook her head, he gave her a tender kiss on her cheek. “Darling, I’m not offended, I just need to know so I don’t do it again,” he explained.
Shaking her head again, Amelia said, “it’s not like that”.
“Honey,” Freddy whined quietly, cupping her cheek in his palm.
Amelia once again shook her head. “I should’ve brought them so we could enjoy our night,” she scolded herself. “But I didn’t bring them cause I didn’t.. I didn’t think I’d need them”.
Freddy nodded in understanding. “That’s alright, that’s bound to happen Lia,” he replied breezily. “You don’t need to feel bad about that,” he added as she sniffled. “Can you tell me what it was that triggered it tonight? Maybe I can help”.
Amelia felt the nervous tension in her body amplify as she tried to find a way out of having to explain her feelings to Freddy. She didn’t want him to feel bad or insecure that she’d been triggered by thoughts of their upcoming wedding. But, as she tried to keep her nervous energy contained to hide her reaction in order to keep his worry down, her breathing became more choppy. “It doesn’t matter,” she rushed out.
“It does, it matters to me, darling,” Freddy defended.
Amelia slowly shook her head as she took a deep breath. She held some air in her chest as she lifted her head and pretended she had worked through her anxiety attack. “You can go back to watch the game. I’m f…” she paused, internally yelling at herself for the shaky inhale that interrupted her. “I’ll be fine in just a bit,” she amended.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere,” Freddy replied simply.
“But-“.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Freddy repeated. His thumb stroked over her tense jaw down to her chin. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than beside you, no matter the circumstances,” he informed her tenderly. “I’d rather be beside you in literal hell than in a supposed heaven without you”.
Amelia looked up at Freddy despite feeling the tears that were now starting to fall from her eyes. “Su-Supposed?”
Freddy nodded with a shy smile. “It couldn’t be an actual heaven to me without you there,” he explained, a blush forming on his cheeks. He let out a sigh of relief as she suddenly lunged into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her trembling frame and held her to him while whispering loving words.
"How long has it been?" Amelia asked as she leaned back and began to dry her face.
“What?” Freddy asked in confusion. He tenderly removed Amelia’s hands from her face so he could dry her damp skin more gently than she was.
“That we’ve been gone, since we’ve left our seats,” Amelia elaborated.
“I don’t.. I don’t know, why darling?” Freddy questioned as he watched her glance over his shoulder, towards the field. “What’s important about that?” He wondered softly.
“You’re missing the game,” Amelia pointed out, looking back at Freddy with a frown.
Freddy sighed lovingly. “Sweetheart, I don’t care about the game”.
“Yes you do!” Amelia defended.
Freddy hummed. “Okay, alright,” he nodded. “Yes, I care about the game.“ When she gave him a knowing look, he returned it and added a smile. “But, I care about you far more,” he elaborated.
“Freddy-”.
“No,” Freddy shook his head. “Respectfully darling, I’m not going to listen to you argue with me on that.”
Amelia sighed, breaking eye contact with Freddy as her guilt weighed on her. “But I’m ruining our date by being a burden,” she reminded him.
“No- wha-,” Freddy mumbled, pausing with a sighed exhale. “Darling,” he frowned, heartbroken. He grabbed her hands tenderly, “you’re not a burden”. Seeing Lia was going to argue, Freddy shook his head softly. “Now, now, let me finish”. He smiled warmly as she silently gazed into his eyes as she listened. “I love and care for you with my entirety. And I do so willingly and happily, my darling.” “By definition,” he continued, “the same cannot be said of things that are considered to be burdens. Therefore, even by definition, you love, are not a burden to me.”
Freddy’s thumb dried her newly shed tears before he guided her head to his shoulder. He smiled to himself as her slightly shaking arms found their way around his waist. “What do you say we head back to the flat, cuddle, and just rest?” He proposed.
“I want us to finish the game,” Amelia stated as she lightly shook her head. “If you’re still wanting to after all my drama,” she muttered.
Freddy shushed her and pressed a kiss to her nose. “I’m certainly up for that, if you’re certain you’re able to handle that,” he informed her. “But, I want to do whatever it is you feel you need, even if it’s not what you think I want to do”.
Through further discussion, Freddy agreed to stay at the game as long as Amelia agreed to letting Freddy fully help her now. After he’d assisted her in calming down, they made their way, hand in hand, back to their seats. Only, there was only a handful of minutes left in the game by the time they were situated.
Amelia frowned slightly as the fans cheered upon the conclusion of the football game. She turned to her patient and loving fiancé. “I’m sor-,” she began to apologize.
Freddy sweetly shook his head and squeezed her hand. “I spent the night with my beautiful fiancée,” he smiled, “there’s nothing to apologize for about that”. He smirked as he noticed her blush and shy smile. But he also saw that a split second after, her eyes held a bit of a distant look in them. He watched her closely in confusion as she clearly tried to keep the calm she’d worked so hard to obtain tonight. He desperately wanted to know what had triggered her, both in the first place, and now. But, he decided not to push it right now. He would certainly bring it up later though, when she had been able to have the time to rest and separate from the incident so as to not retrigger her by him bringing it up too soon.
Upon returning home, Freddy had offered to draw Amelia a warm bath. But, she politely requested just to cuddle in bed before they went to sleep. And of course, Freddy more than happily obliged.
As such, the couple was now laying in bed, limbs intertwined. Freddy was intently paying attention to the speed of her heartbeat and breathing, closely monitoring it so he’d catch any sign that her anxiety might be returning. Since he didn’t know what had triggered it tonight, he wanted to be sure to not miss it starting up again unexpectedly.
Amelia groaned slightly dramatically as her phone beeped. With her hand still on Freddy’s chest, she asked him to check the device for her as it was sitting on the charger base on the nightstand by his side of the bed.
Freddy smiled softly, craning his neck to kiss the top of her head. He then leaned over to check her phone, typing in her code effortlessly. He squinted at the message, the brightness straining his eyes in the dark. After his eyes adjusted, he read the message and turned back to his fiancée. “Looks like the flower vendor needs more time to confirm,” he explained, referring to the message’s update about their latest request.
Freddy frowned to himself as he noticed her do her anxious head twitch thing. It was a light twitch this time, but even so, she simply hummed in response; clearly hoping he didn’t catch the action. “Darling, it’s not anything you need to stress over, it’s all going to work out,” he assured her. He quickly muted her phone and locked it for the night before blindly placing it back on the wireless charger platform. While doing so, he watched as Amelia nodded too obediently and quickly, as if reassuring herself as well as him. That’s when Freddy caught on to the other clues from earlier tonight and connected the dots. “Amelia,” he whispered, “is this what’s been troubling you tonight? Wedding stuff?”
Amelia’s breath hitched and she silently looked away. Her fingers shyly dragged down Freddy’s chest slowly as she tried to move so he couldn’t see her break down.
“Oh love,“ Freddy sighed, turning towards her more and held her to him. “You know you’re not alone in these things, yeah?” He inquired.
“I- I know,” Amelia nodded against his chest.
“Good,” Freddy replied, kissing her scalp. “‘n you know that no matter what happens with the flowers, it’ll be alright, yeah?”
“It…It’s not just..,” Amelia mumbled quietly.
“Go on,” Freddy encouraged lovingly as he gazed down at her on his chest.
“It’s not just the flowers,” Amelia confessed shyly.
Freddy hummed in sympathy. “What else is on your mind, love?”
“It’s just…” Amelia sighed, feeling her breath pick up. “There’s.. there’s so much still to do and I don’t feel like I’m on top of it and-“ she began rambling.
“Sweetheart,” Freddy cooed. “You’re not alone in this,” he said, repeating his earlier reminder. “In fact, I would like for us to switch the email notifications over to my phone instead for the vendors, and-“.
“Freddy,” Amelia sighed, feeling guilty for making him feel like he had to do this.
“No, love, please?” Freddy requested, rubbing his arm down her shoulder and bicep softly.
Amelia’s lips curled up against Freddy’s chest lightly in a small smile. “I know you’re here to help, you don’t need to do this to prove-“.
“I know I don’t,” Freddy interrupted. “But, I want to. You don’t need to stress over this and if that helps even in the slightest, it’s more than worth it.”
“I shouldn’t need that,” Amelia pointed out with a frown. “You shouldn’t have to take on everything because I can’t deal with stress”.
“Shhh love, that’s not what’s happening,” Freddy argued sweetly. “You are fine at handling stress. Weddings are a lot. I’ve been feeling some stress too, you know that, we talked about it last week, remember?”
Amelia nodded, “but you don’t…”. She paused as she sniffled. She felt her body defiantly begin to shake slightly once again. “Y-you don’t get like…. like this”.
Freddy hummed with a sigh. “That’s not something to compare love,” he advised. “We help each other out wherever needed, no questions asked, or clarification or reasoning needed.” He held her closer to him as he rested his chin on her head. “You do it for me without even thinking, all of the time, Lia. Please allow me to do the same without feeling guilty for granting me that honor,” he requested quietly.
Amelia was silent for a second as she composed herself as much as she could. “Hon..honor?”
“Mmhm,” Freddy hummed affirmatively. “Honor, darling.” His thumb tenderly stroked the side of her face that wasn’t buried against his chest. “It’s genuinely an honor to be with you, and to be the person whom you go to for help when you need it,” he admitted.
Amelia smiled against Freddy and nodded in acceptance, “okay”.
Freddy grinned. “Okay. Good.” “So, we will work on you sharing your thoughts with me; especially before they build up from being kept in so long,” he began softly. Once she nodded, he continued. “And we will work on getting you more comfortable knowing and accepting that I want to help you wherever another anxiety attack comes, no matter the circumstances, triggers, or lack there of.”
As Freddy concluded his loving proposal for how they’d handle the stressors on Amelia’s mind, she smiled and shifted to look up at him. She blinked lovingly at him in admiration and appreciation. “I love you Freddy,” she whispered.
Freddy beamed, “I love you too Amelia”.
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Love of a Lifetime ~ Wedding Planning - Planning Together Fic : Freddy Carter
Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series
Part of Wedding Planning Section of the above series
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“No, I haven’t seen them in years,” Freddy explained. He appreciated that y/n was willing to invite his extended relatives to their intimate wedding ceremony. But, Freddy too wanted it to be small so he rejected the offer. “Have you thought about your y/f/m?” He asked softly as he played with y/n’s hair.
Y/n glanced up from the planner and smiled lightly at Freddy. “A bit, I mean… I don’t think I want them there, but, I don’t want to risk family drama ruining our special day,” she sighed. Y/n’s smile grew slightly as Freddy tenderly took hold of her hand.
“Darling, nothing can ruin our wedding,” Freddy promised. “It’ll be exactly what we want, and if anyone has a problem with that, they don’t need to come,” he whispered delicately. He hummed as y/n nodded and cuddled into his side. Freddy lifted his arm up to wrap it around her and bring her closer to him.
“Mmm, I see we still need to decide on the centerpieces?” Freddy asked as he pulled their wedding book towards him. He felt y/n nod against his side making him chuckle. “This one is more expensive but we liked it the best, right?” Freddy verified, pointing at the option on the left. When y/n nodded again, he moved his finger to the other centerpiece option they’d narrowed it down to. “Meanwhile, this one is less, but we didn’t care for the detailing in the side..” he recalled, pursing his lips as he thought it over.
Y/n smiled to herself as she watched her fiancé analyze the centerpiece options for their wedding. She knew she was very fortunate to be marrying someone who wanted to be involved and actually participated in the planning of their wedding. Not to mention, y/n adored the cute little expression that took over Freddy’s face whenever he concentrated. Her cheeks heated up when she realized Freddy had seemingly asked her a question and now caught her staring upon not answering the question.
“I’m not what you’re supposed to be paying attention to!” Freddy taunted lovingly, his crimson blush exposing his true feelings over catching y/n admiring him. He chuckled as he watched the realization cross y/n’s face when she noticed he’d quoted the way she’d scolded him when they were venue shopping a few months ago. “Have you truly not been paying attention this whole-?” Freddy continued his recitation of y/n’s words from before.
Y/n cut Freddy off with a needy kiss. She moaned quietly as his tongue trailed her bottom lip in silent request for her to part her lips. Complying with Freddy’s unspoken demand, y/n’s mouth opened against his, her tongue sliding past his lips before he could react. As their lips and tongues tangled, y/n’s hands wove into Freddy’s hair.
Y/n felt Freddy breathe deeply through his nose as he pulled her onto his lap. Her legs instinctually fell to either side of his as she pressed her lips against him further. Freddy’s hands squeezed y/n’s hips as her tongue traced the inside of his mouth. She took her time exploring every possible inch of his mouth, her tongue mapping out the entire area. Y/n let her tongue traverse every flawless pearly white tooth of his as she felt the urge to memorize them.
As they pulled back, neither y/n nor Freddy were able to open their eyes just yet. Instead, they sat there silently other than their quiet panting. Y/n was still straddling Freddy’s lap, her hands now resting on his upper chest. Freddy kept one hand on y/n’s hip to keep her steady as she caught her breath, the other had found its home between her shoulder blades.
Freddy finally opened his eyes, his face flushed and gaze alert as he admired the way his fiancée’s long lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she too began to open her eyes. He smiled lovingly at Y/n when her eyes met his. “I’ll have to quote you more often,” Freddy murmured with full sincerity, his voice breathy.
Y/n giggled as she bit into her swollen bottom lip. “It wasn’t that,” she argued with a slow shake of her head. “I mean, your attitude is always motivating,” y/n confessed, laughing lightly when Freddy laughed soundlessly as his cheeks flushed a deeper hue. “But, I just,” she shook her head again, this time in a loving rather than humorous tone, “I love you so much Frederick. James. Carter.”
Freddy hummed as he shook his head minimally in blissful disbelief at his fiancée’s words. He cherished the way his name sounded whenever it left her mouth. He typically despised when people used his full name, but never when it was y/n. In fact, Freddy couldn’t get enough of it. “Can you say that again?” He pleaded, not caring how needy it might make him sound.
Y/N’s face broke into a wide smile as she nodded sweetly. “I, y/n y/l/n, love you,” she cooed, fingers trailing his sharp features. “My painfully handsome, breathtakingly sweet, protective teddy bear, with the most beautiful eyes, radiant smile, and impeccable style. I love you, my fiancé who somehow always brings a smile to my face when I’m sad, constantly smells incredible, is so eloquently articulated, and unfairly intelligent and imaginative.”
Y/n lovingly dried Freddy’s cheeks as a fear tears trailed down from his aegean colored eyes. “I love you, my gracious, tolerant, thoughtful, man of my dreams with the most prepossessing voice and soul,” she continued in her attempt to express the depth of her love for her fiancé. “I love you so much,” y/n repeated gently, “Frederick. James. Carter.” She gasped with a squeal as Freddy suddenly pulled her head towards his before connecting their lips again.
“I-….,” Freddy murmured breathily. His eyes explored the depths of y/n’s y/e/c gaze as his fingers lingered on her chin. He struggled to find the right words to communicate how he felt. “Y/n,” Freddy shakily whispered, “I…”. His cheeks flushed as he realized the eloquent articulation y/n said he had was lost in the current moment.
Y/n smiled euphorically at Freddy. She didn’t need him to say anything to understand what he was thinking and feeling. For her, Freddy’s inability to speak expressed more than words ever could. “I know,” y/n whispered lovingly, reassuring him that he didn’t need to try to find the words. “I know”.
Freddy beamed, his eyes twinkling in the amber light that was creeping in through their living room curtains. He could tell by y/n’s stare that she truly did comprehend what his failing vocabulary meant. Freddy admired her presence for a few silent minutes before he pulled her to his chest. He felt her legs push against the back cushions of the sofa as they hooked around his waist like a koala. Freddy closed his eyes in pure bliss as she laid her head into the crook of his neck, her soft warm breaths dancing over his collarbone and upper torso.
“Thank you for helping me with all the wedding planning,” y/n murmured quietly as she wrapped her arms around Freddy’s chest. She placed a brief kiss to his collarbone before she melted into his hold.
Freddy’s eyes fluttered open as he gazed down at y/n when her lips sent a wave of warmth though the skin she touched. He responded by pecking the top of her head, his simultaneous smile pressed against her hairline. “Thank you for giving me a wedding to help plan,” Freddy cooed.
Freddy turned off the stove and moved the pot off the burner. He quickly drained the pasta, knowing y/n likely hadn’t ate lunch today. He knew she’d been working with her best friend and maid of honor today on wedding planning while he’d been on set. And while Freddy had texted y/n with reminders to make time to eat, he knew she hadn’t.
When Freddy had finished making dinner for he and y/n, he plated the meal and made his way out to bring it to her. He frowned as he noticed her hunched form and the tears in her eyes. Freddy quickly abandoned the dinner plate on the table before he plopped down beside y/n. “Darling,” he cooed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Y/n flinched upon realizing Freddy had seen her getting emotional. She aggressively wiped her tears away as if that would keep him from worrying.
“‘ey, ‘ey,” Freddy mumbled, using one hand to take hold of both of y/n’s hands and lower them to her lap. “Gentle,” he scolded lightly, using his other hand to dry her cheeks. Freddy felt a pang in his chest as he felt y/n shake as she tried to not cry. He tightened his hold on y/n and began whispering sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down.
Once Freddy felt y/n was calm enough to talk through whatever was troubling her, he pulled back ever so slightly. “Darling,” he whispered lovingly. “Can you please tell me what has made you cry like that?” Freddy requested.
Y/n sniffled lowly as she tried to compose herself better. “It’s just… I don’t…” she sighed. “Freddy, I’m sorry…,” y/n mumbled bashfully.
“For what?” Freddy inquired, brushing some of y/n’s hair away from her eyes before it started to irritate her. He tilted her head up until her eyes met his again. “You have nothing to apologize for, love,” Freddy told her.
Y/n frowned deeply. “I… I know we already set the budget…” she began hesitantly.
“This is about the wedding budget?” Freddy asked, brows furrowed. “Honey, it was a general plan, we knew it might fluctuate,” he reminded her warmly. “Please don’t be upset over that,” Freddy requested in a quiet voice.
Y/n stared into Freddy’s supportive eyes and took a big breath. “It’s just… I… the florist called, and- and-, Fuck.,” she whined softly. “We have to go with someone else but we can’t get our deposit back, and we were already right on the mark for the budget so now we would be going over, but we could get back to the budget if we cut out the flowers at the entrance but I know you really liked the look of that,” y/n rambled nervously, “but, also, I’ve called over fifteen other shops and none of them have those specific filler greenery pieces you chose, and I just..”.
Freddy frowned and shook his head. He hated that y/n had gotten so worked up over this and that she’d tried to bear the burden on her own. “Woah, woah,” Freddy whispered, squeezing y/n’s cheeks gently. “Darling, breathe, it’s okay,” he began.
Y/n cut him off as she whimpered. “I.. I let you down and I still don’t know how to fix-,” she argued.
“Y/n, y/m/n, y/l/n, soon to be Carter,” Freddy spoke soothingly. “Of course I liked the flower arrangements we settled on,” he acknowledged. “But,” he pressed as y/n’s lips curled down even further, “other than not wanting you to be upset, I couldn’t care less if we didn’t even have a single flower at our wedding”. Freddy dried her cheeks again before placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “All I need is you,” he promised.
Y/n shook lightly as she fought against the urge to cry again. “Are… are you-“.
“Yes, I’m one thousand percent sure,” Freddy insisted. He smiled lovingly down at y/n. “And look,” he hummed, pulling the wedding book across the table. Freddy froze and snapped his eyes down at y/n as he held her. “Wait…” he mumbled. “Did you.. did you say you let me down?!”
Y/n nodded faintly, a sad smile on her lips.
Freddy shook his head as he let go of the wedding book to cup y/N’s face. “Don’t you ever say that again,” he commanded. “I am not okay with you speaking about the love of my life like that”. Freddy stared deeply into her eyes as he added, “you could never let me down”.
Freddy shifted his hold on y/n so he could set the book where they could both see it. “Besides,” he said as he positioned y/N’s back against his chest, “especially not over something like this, darling”. Freddy kissed y/n’s ear as he placed the open wedding book on her lap. “Now, let’s address these concerns you decided to try to face alone when you should know I want to help you,” he hummed.
“Why can’t we use the original florist?” Freddy began, starting from the beginning of the complications.
“She called and said they overbooked for that week and just lost an employee to another shop,” y/n explained. “And since we didn’t get the insurance package thing, they won’t give us a full refund. We’d lose the full deposit”. She sighed, “that, or we stick with them but only have a third of the agreed upon set-up as that’s all they can do I guess”.
Freddy hummed in response. “Well,” he murmured as he thought it over. “It’s okay if we lose out on the deposit”.
“But, the budget,” y/n argued. “I’ve looked at it a million different ways,” she explained, pointing to the scrap papers covering the far side of the coffee table. “No matter what.. We’d be over budget,” y/n concluded.
Freddy nodded simply, “I know”. “That’s fine darling, we can afford it. It’s not like it’s going to be an insane amount over,” he encouraged.
“Okay,” y/n agreed quietly. “But…, I don’t know how to get those filler things you liked, the places that are available don’t have them in stock, and-“ she vented.
“I’m truly grateful that you went through all of that work to find them, but it’s okay,” Freddy promised.
Y/n shook her head defiantly. “You liked them, I want us to have them,” she said sweetly.
Freddy beamed, tightening his grip on y/N’s waist to bring her back closer to his chest. “I love you,” he murmured into her ear. “If you’re truly adamant about this, what if we try to buy some from the first florist and have them ready for the new florist to use?” Freddy suggested.
A gleeful sound escaped y/n’s lips as she leaned forward to grab her pen. She quickly scribbled Freddy’s suggestion into the book, underlining it several times. Y/n felt Freddy’s laughter vibrate against her back making her smile. Satisfied with the plan, she recapped her pen and placed it in the wedding book before closing it. Y/n moved it back to the coffee table with a relieved sigh.
Freddy grinned as he watched y/n’s calmed behavior. “Now, I need you to do something else for me, love,” he stated. When y/n slid off his lap to look at him better and nodded, his smile shifted into a smirk. “Eat,” Freddy winked, bringing her plate over to her and kissing her cheek.
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Wedding Planning : Freddy Carter x Reader
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I would really love a Freddy Carter drunk fluff fic where he gets super tipsy and finds his Gf, the reader and she helps him. I'd love if it could have lots of hiccups and drunken belches/burps???
Thanks love!!
Drunk In Love : Freddy Carter x Reader
Desc: 4.7k wc, y/n has to help take care of her boyfriend Freddy when he drinks too much. Fluff, Freddy being a simp for reader, comfort, ‘sick’ fic trope.
Warnings: a few swear words, drinking and talks of alcoholic beverages, mentions of hangovers and other side effects of drinking, very minor warnings tbh
“Wherrre issss y/n” Freddy frowned, his hand sliding down from his brother, Tom’s, shoulder as he returned to their table. He couldn’t figure out where his girlfriend, y/n, had went off to. Freddy and y/n had gone out tonight with their friends and his older brother. They’d been at this particular pub for what felt like an hour, but Freddy hadn’t seen y/n since they first got here.
Tom laughed loudly as he noticed his brother’s state. He shook his head slightly, “I don’t know mate, but you might want to take it easy on the drinks”. Tom wasn’t sure how many beverages his brother had so far, but it was clearly enough to make him tipsy.
Freddy furrowed his brows, “whhhaaat drinksss?” His eyes danced around the table, making note of everyone’s empty glasses. “They’re allll eeempty” Freddy argued.
Tom chuckled, “exactly”. When Freddy only appeared to become more confused, Tom rolled his eyes. “Let’s go find your girl, hmm?” He knew Freddy needed to start pacing his drinks but suspected y/n would be better at convincing him of that. Tom placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders as he tried to lead Freddy towards where they’d last seen his girlfriend.
Freddy pouted dramatically as he sloppily sat down at the bar, his brother holding him up with one hand. His eyes slowly dragged across the room in hopes of finding y/n. Freddy slouched against the bar in defeat upon not having found her during his brief search.
“I texted her Fred, she’s headed over” Tom chuckled, once again shaking his head at his brother’s drunken state.
Freddy perked up slightly only for him to burp loudly, having sucked in too much air. He slapped a hand over his mouth as Tom laughed even louder. “Wherrree issss-“ Freddy mumbled, dropping his hand.
“Give her a sec” Tom groaned, rolling his eyes as he sat down beside Freddy.
Freddy merely huffed dramatically before hiccuping. His chest shook as he tried to contain his hiccups. Once they resolved, Freddy resumed pouting as he played with the hem of his shirt.
Y/n suppressed her chuckle as she noticed Freddy’s slouched posture. Even from a slight distance, it was clear he was using the bar counter for support. She took a deep breath in preparation of whatever silly, over the top, theatrics her drunk boyfriend would throw her way tonight. Y/n approached from behind Freddy, placing a hand on his shoulder. She bashfully bit her lip as Freddy lazily threw his head backwards and grinned adorably up at her.
“Hey handsome, you doing okay?” Y/n asked, lifting his head back up before walking to his side. She smiled and nodded at Tom in appreciation for getting her. Had y/n known Freddy planned on drinking this much, she would’ve stayed by his side to keep an eye on him.
Freddy nodded his head, a tiny hiccup escaping his lips. His eyes widened in response before he pressed his lips into a fine line as he moved his gaze back to y/n.
“You're too adorable for your own good" Y/n laughed. She smirked at the pink flush on Freddy’s cheeks darkening at her comment. Y/n tilted her head slightly as she examined the rest of his appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.
“I’m fiiinne” Freddy dragged out, trying to stand up. He wanted to move closer to y/n and figured he’d walk the few feet to her and then use the bar as support again. Only, Freddy didn’t make it much closer to y/n before he began to stumble.
Fortunately, Y/n was very attentive towards her tipsy boyfriend. She managed to catch Freddy by his arm before he fell. "You are anything but fine right now" y/n commented softly.
“No but youuureee fiine” Freddy smirked crookedly, his dizzy body being held up by y/n. He blinked slowly, his sloppy smirk still on his lips as he tried to wink at his girlfriend.
Tom groaned before erupting in laughter, “oh my”.
Y/n bit her lip and shook her head. “That was really cheesy” she pointed out with a grin.
“Cheeesse?“ Freddy questioned followed by a loud belch. Unfazed by his noisy burp, he glanced around in search of what y/n was talking about. Freddy’s eyes furrowed as he struggled to comprehend her response, not having found any cheese nearby.
Y/n hummed, a lighthearted smirk on her face. “How many drinks did you have?" she asked, sending Freddy a knowing look.
Freddy just stared back at y/n with a dorky smile, making Tom laugh.
“Freddy, babe, how many did you have?” Y/n asked again. When she still didn’t get a response, she glanced over at Tom. Y/n was hoping Freddy’s brother would have some estimate for her. Unfortunately, she was let down when Tom merely shrugged. Y/n turned back to face Freddy.
Freddy had already been watching y/n. So when she turned to him, he answered her earlier question. It had taken Freddy some time to figure out the answer, but now he had it. “Threes two,” he mumbled proudly.
“Three two?” Y/n repeated in confusion.
“I heard thirty two,” Tom commented, eyes wide as he stared at Freddy.
“Thirty two? Shit, I hope not,” Y/n laughed. She knew Tom had to be wrong. Y/n had no doubt Freddy was plastered. But she knew he would never have 32 drinks in one night.
“Nooo,” Freddy whined just before he hiccuped. He focused on y/n with an intense gaze as he repeated himself. “Three,” he hiccuped. Holding up two fingers, Freddy continued, “two”. His last word was followed by yet another hiccup.
Y/n shot a glance at Tom to see if he was having any luck understanding her drunken boyfriend’s gibberish. Upon not getting any suggestion from his brother, she gazed back at Freddy. Giving it her best shot, y/n took a guess at what he was trying to say. “Three OR two?” she clarified.
Freddy nodded his head excitedly. He giggled as he grinned widely at y/n. It was evident Freddy was pleased she had understood him.
“I think you may have lost count honey,” y/n commented softly. “When was the last time you drank water?” she asked, squeezing his hand.
“Doesn’t taste aaaaasssss goood,” Freddy pouted. His pout was broken as he let out a burp. Only for that burp to be accompanied by others.
Ignoring Freddy’s belching for the moment, y/n asked the bartender for a glass of water. She quickly thanked the worker before smiling at her boyfriend. “Hmm, can you drink some water for me?” y/n asked sweetly, pushing the glass closer to him.
“For yooou?” Freddy hiccuped. When he saw y/n nod, he dizzily nodded back. Sucking on some more air after his latest hiccup, he whispered, “okaaayy”. Freddy quickly took hold of the glass and started to chug it.
Y/n had to close her eyes as she resisted the urge to laugh. She was pleased Freddy complied with her request, but since he’d drank his water way too fast, he went back to burping loudly. Y/n squeezed his hand that was resting on the bar counter, “slowly, darling”.
“Naaah uuh,” Freddy argued, shaking his head. His movements caused the glass to slip from his lips, making water drip down his bottom lip towards his chin.
Y/n leaned closer and used her free hand to wipe the water from Freddy’s face. “Why not?” she questioned, lowering her hand.
Freddy’s unsteady hand swayed the glass of water side to side as he answered, “I wanna kiiiiss”.
Y/n and Tom laughed. She smiled and nodded, “hmmm, you can have a kiss if you drink some more water”. As she saw Freddy raise the glass back to his lips in a ridiculously fast pace, y/n added, “slowly!” She visibly winced as the glass smacked against his chin.
Freddy huffed but nodded. He complied with her instructions, sipping on the water in a much slower manner. Yet, he refused to set the glass down at all until he was finished. Once Freddy’s glass was empty, he grinned widely at y/n.
Y/n chuckled lightly, leaning closer to Freddy. When she was close enough, Freddy’s wet lips eagerly made contact with hers. Y/n smiled into his needy kiss, softly kissing him back before pulling away. “I’m going to go tell y/f/n and y/of/n that we’re going to head out, I’ll be back,” y/n explained, looking at Tom to make sure he could repeat it to Freddy if needed.
Y/n smiled at Freddy as she returned to the bar counter. She grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it lovingly. “Y/f/n and y/of/n are going to finish their drinks and then we’ll head out,” y/n informed Tom and Freddy.
“Am I driving or you?” Tom asked y/n.
Y/n hummed and looked over at her boyfriend to check on his state. “I’ll drive, that way we don’t need to arrange getting his car back from you tomorrow,” she said, nodding her head towards Freddy. Y/n added, “just make sure he doesn’t puke in the back, hmm?”
Tom laughed and nodded, “I’ll tell you to pull over, or maybe just open the door and shove him”.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, “no scuffing up my boyfriend”.
Tom hummed and pretended to debate the notion. However, he suddenly stopped and stared questioningly at his younger brother; making y/n also turn to face Freddy.
“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, having seen the deep pout that was now on Freddy’s face.
"Hooold my haaandd?" Freddy requested, giving her glossy puppy dog eyes.
Y/n giggled and bit her lip. “Freddy, I already am sweetheart,” she explained. Y/n lifted their intertwined hands up to show him when he seemed to doubt her. She couldn’t help but giggle some more when Freddy sighed in relief and smiled contentedly at her.
Y/n noticed the way Freddy’s eyes slowly started to close more and more as they waited. She watched him silently for a few minutes. Y/n made note of how Freddy would only ‘wake up’ to burp or hiccup before his eyes narrowed sleepily again. As adorable and funny as it was, she knew her man needed sleep.
“I’ll be back,” y/n said quietly. “I don’t know what’s taking them so long,” she explained, kissing Freddy’s flushed cheek. “I’ll go check,” y/n alerted Tom, motioning with her eyes for him to watch Freddy for her in the interim.
Y/n had only made it a few steps away from the men when she heard Freddy whine loudly. She quickly spun around but couldn’t see what had caused his outburst. “Love, what’s happening?” Y/n wondered.
Freddy tried to stand, his legs unsteady as he stepped closer to her. Fortunately for him, Tom saw the worried look in y/n’s eyes and stopped him from trying to continue his approach. Having been restricted in movement by his brother, Freddy resorted to pouting again. “Yooou’rrre too far awayyyy,” he hiccuped.
Tom laughed loudly, “you're seriously like a man-child."
Y/n shook her head, “Tom-“.
Tom held up one hand, “I know, I know”. He laughed and more forcefully guided Freddy back to his barstool. “She’ll be back soon mate,” Tom said trying to make his tone sympathetic enough to appease y/n. He glanced over his shoulder at y/n and waved her on, “I’ve got him”.
However, Freddy once again stood up as he realized y/n was leaving his side. His legs shook and Tom’s grip on him was the only thing truly keeping him from stumbling.
Y/n sighed softly, “Freddy”. She walked closer, looping her arm under his armpits for more support. “You should probably sit down,” y/n advised. “I’ll be right back okay?”
Freddy shook his head, “but- but…, first…“.
“Mhmm?” Y/n responded, helping him back into the stool at the bar.
“Can … caaan I steallll your heaaart?” Freddy flirted drunkenly. His hand sliding down y/n’s bicep towards her wrist.
Y/n stifled a laugh and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not,” she teased, brushing Freddy’s messy hair away from his eyes.
Freddy immediately frowned, his bottom lip starting to tremble slightly. His eyes began to water as he looked up at y/n. “Whyyy?” he complained.
Y/n let out a remorseful puff of breath. She cupped Freddy’s face in her hands and smiled lovingly at him. “You already have it,” y/n reminded him delicately.
“Ohhhh,” Freddy gasped. He smiled crookedly, his eyes thin as he tried to say something else. Whatever Freddy had been planning on saying was cut off as he hiccuped again. Seemingly having caught on to his difficulty speaking, he opted to pull y/n in for a hug.
Y/n smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms around Freddy. She leaned back slightly to place a tender kiss to his forehead. As she pulled back from the hug, she noticed Freddy was wearing a ridiculously large grin. “What are you smiling about?" Y/n hummed.
Freddy’s rosey cheeks flushed deeper as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “Yooou’re sooo preetty,” He slurred before he failed to fight off another hiccup.
Y/n giggled, “thank you Freddy”. She squeezed his cheeks softly. But as y/n went to find their friends, she heard Freddy whisper “kissss me?” She smirked and nodded, complying by giving him a small kiss.
"Your… lips taaaaste liiike… dreams” Freddy flirted, giving y/n a lazy wink.
"That doesn't even make sense,” y/n laughed, shaking her head.
Freddy scoffed, “doesss too”.
Y/n hummed, “okay, sure”. She brushed some off Freddy’s hair to the side and placed another light kiss to his forehead. “Stay with Tom, I’ll be back,” y/n requested.
Freddy’s brows scrunched, “yooou are leaving meee?”
Y/n fought off the urge to giggle. “Only momentary. I have to. But I’ll be back” she promised. Upon having seen Freddy’s reluctance y/n signed. “I'm going to take care of you, okay? I just have to stay away for a moment” y/n told him, “then I’m yours for the rest of the night, kay?”
Freddy grinned and nodded, his eyes closing some as he started relaxing again.
“Nooo y/n isss,” Freddy slurred, glaring weakly at the stranger across from him.
Y/n rose her eyebrows as she approached. “What’s going on?” She asked Tom, glancing at Freddy and the guy he was talking to. “Why does Freddy look mad?” Y/n questioned, watching the stranger closely.
Tom shook his head, “one second”. “Mate, let it go,” he directed towards Freddy. Tom sighed as Freddy shook his head.
“Seeee,” Freddy argued, pointing a wavering finger at y/n. “Beauuuutiful,” he commented, squinting his eyes at the stranger.
“Mate for real, if you insult my girl one more time,” the stranger hissed in warning.
Y/n eyed Tom for an explanation as to what she’d walked up on.
“She,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the random girl beside the stranger. “Told Freddy she liked his hair and, he took it as her flirting,” he explained. As he shook his head in exasperation, Tom continued, “now, he’s on a rant about how much better you are than her”.
Y/n was pleased Tom whispered the update to her, not wanting to further ignite the tension. She walked closer to Freddy and placed her hand on his shoulder, sending the stranger an apologetic smile. “Darling, let’s just go home,” y/n suggested.
Freddy merely shook his head, his eyes still tensely squinting. “Nooo. Heeee’s wrrroonng,” he argued.
Y/n sighed, “Freddy-“.
“Yoou, loove,” Freddy rambled, turning to look at her. “Sooo preetieer,” he complimented causally. “Niiiicccer,” Freddy continued, his ‘c’ dragging out until it formed a hissing sound. He looked back over at the stranger and the girl beside him. Freddy shook his head, “nooot herrrr”.
Y/n frantically lowered Freddy’s hand as he pointed at the random girl. She took a deep breath as Tom moved between the stranger and Freddy. Y/n tugged on Freddy’s hand, “let’s go, Freddy”. “Now,” she pleaded, seeing his reluctance.
Freddy huffed dramatically. “Looove,” he sighed.
“Yoooou arree beeeette-“ Freddy adamantly continued.
Y/n placed her hand over Freddy’s mouth to stop his babbling. She could tell the stranger was getting fed up with Freddy’s behavior. “Baby, can you please shut the fuck up,” y/n pleaded, leading Freddy’s drunk body away from the others so he couldn’t keep instigating an unnecessary fight.
When Tom joined y/n and Freddy outside, y/n lowered her hand from Freddy’s face and turned to Tom. “Never mind what I said earlier,” she began. “You drive, I need to be in the back with him,” y/n declared, “if you drive, you can crash with us tonight, or we can get the car back tomorrow once he’s sober”. She glanced over at Freddy who was clinging to her body and smiling carelessly up at her. “That way I can keep an eye on this one,” y/n hummed.
Y/n tried to get Freddy to get off his phone for the duration of the car ride. Tom was driving and had just gotten done dropping off y/f/n and y/of/n. She knew that meant they only had another fifteen minutes to go until Tom arrived at her and Freddy’s home. In other words, y/n had to keep Freddy from throwing up or doing anything stupid or reckless for at least fifteen minutes before she could put him to bed.
Y/n wasn’t successful in getting Freddy to put his phone down. Nor did she know what it was he was doing since he was childishly hiding his screen from her. But, y/n was just glad he wasn’t typing and therefore it wasn’t likely he was drunk texting anyone. She rested her head on the window as she watched Freddy closely, making sure he wasn’t making himself sick by reading in the back seat while drunk.
Freddy suddenly glanced up at y/n, a crooked smirk forming. “Are yooou,” he hiccuped before pausing to look down at his phone again. “Maade ooout ooof,” Freddy slurred, flickering his eyes up to y/n briefly before back to his phone. “Graapes?” he asked.
Y/n raised her eyebrow at him questioningly. “What?” she asked, sitting up straight. Y/n knew Freddy had been long gone for awhile, but she was truly lost on this conversation. Normally she could piece together whatever drunken thoughts Freddy cared to share, but this one stumped her.
Freddy stared at his phone, his eyes lazily rereading the next line several times. He grinned up at y/n, “‘cause yooou are fiiiinne aaas wiiiiinnne”. Based on the deep dimples on his cheeks, Freddy was pretty proud of himself.
Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Freddy, wha-?” She reached over and took his phone, her eyes scanning the page he had pulled up. Y/n giggled more and locked the device before giving it back to him. “You don’t need to research pickup lines Freddy,” she assured him, playing with the wavy hairs covering his forehead.
Tom laughed loudly from the front seat as he mumbled something incoherent.
“Ohh,” Freddy hummed, “kaay”. He scooted across the seat, moving closer to y/n. “Onlllly yooou,” Freddy mumbled, pointing to y/n’s hand that was in his hair.
Y/n smirked and nodded. “Yeah darling, I’m the only one who gets to play with your hair,” she agreed, her fingers stroking his slightly clammy forehead underneath said hair. “You’re mine and I don’t share, but clearly I don’t need to worry,” y/n teased lovingly, pulling him closer. She smiled to herself as Freddy cuddled into her embrace with tired eyes.
Y/n propped their front door open with her foot as she guided Freddy inside. “I think it's time for bed,” she suggested warmly as she slid her foot past the threshold, letting the door close behind her. Y/n gave Freddy’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze as he leaned against her tiredly.
Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Freddy’s cheek as she walked him to their bathroom. “Sit here,” she encouraged, stroking his cheek as she sat him on the closed toilet seat lid. Y/n quickly dashed to their bedroom to grab some clothing for him to sleep in, not wanting to risk leaving him alone for too long. She’d noticed how unsteady his body was and didn’t want him to topple onto the floor in her absence.
It was hard for y/n to resist a chuckle as she returned to find Freddy trying to sleep while seated. “Hmmm,” she cooed, “almost, handsome, just need to change, okay?”. Y/n didn’t care if he slept in the shirt he had on tonight, but she suspected his jeans would be uncomfortable to sleep in. She helped him stand up, letting Freddy use her body for support as he clumsily tried to change his clothes.
When y/n had gotten her boyfriend into more comfortable, and non-pub-scented, clothing, she cautiously led him to their bed. During her attempts to help Freddy change, she realized he was burping a lot more. There were still a few hiccups, but y/n was concerned by how often he was burping and whether it would cause him to vomit tonight. So she walked very slowly to guide him to the bed, hoping to not upset his stomach anymore than it already had been tonight.
After settling Freddy under the covers, y/n brushed his messy hair from his eyes and gave him a kiss. “Im going to change,” y/n whispered as to not cause him to get up when she stepped away from their bed. However, she’d barely made it to the dresser when she heard Freddy slip out of the bed.
Y/n spun around, watching as Freddy dashed back to the bathroom. He’d turned the fan on, so she had a hard time hearing what was going on in there. But, y/n could make out that he was still belching and hiccuping with only minimal pauses between. Just as she went to knock on the door, she heard the sink running and decided to wait.
When Freddy exited the bathroom with a clammy forehead, even more tired eyes, and a frown, y/n sighed. “Oh honey,” she frowned, checking his forehead with the back of her hand. Y/n let out a breath of relief since Freddy at least wasn’t feverish. “Did you throw up in there?” she questioned concerned.
“Nooo,” Freddy said with another hiccup. Even in his drunken state he could see the doubt in y/n’s gaze. But, Freddy was too out of it, his mind far too busy and buzzing, to explain himself. Instead, he leaned against his loving girlfriend and let her guide him back to bed.
Y/n turned from their bed after having covered Freddy up with the comforter again. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, this time walking into their bathroom. Y/n quickly looked around, checking to see if he had in-fact thrown up after all.
However, y/n noticed Freddy must’ve just emptied his bladder instead. She sighed in relief that the night was nearly over and he’d so far been able to keep all the liquor down. Y/n flushed the toilet and lowered the lid for Freddy, washing her hands before exiting the bathroom.
Y/n’s eyes softened as she grinned at Freddy’s sleepy face. She watched silently for a few seconds as his eyelashes slowly flittered against his high cheekbones. Despite Freddy’s sharp features, whenever he was resting y/n thought he always seemed so soft and precious. Y/n shook her head to herself as she tried to will herself to temporarily look away so she could finish her last task of the night.
Y/n paused, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the sound of Freddy’s feet pattering across their wooden flooring. “What’re you doing out of bed?” she tsked warmly, smiling at his blanket cladded sleepy form. Y/n had been trying to make some breakfast for him tomorrow, something that should help with the anticipated nausea and hangover y/n knew he’d have in the morning. She also didn’t want the sounds from cooking said breakfast to make his impending headache worse tomorrow. But, y/n feared she must’ve woken him instead by doing it tonight.
Freddy pouted, his face barely peeking through the comforter he’d dragged with him. “Miiissssed yooou,” he whined.
Y/n smiled and stifled a giggle. “I’m coming,” she nodded, putting the meal in the refrigerator. Y/n shut the door and walked over to her drowsy boyfriend. She cupped his cheeks, “let’s go get you back to bed”.
“Misssss,” Freddy hiccuped. “Yoooou,” he added, another hiccup following his whine. Freddy tilted his head to the side as he watched y/n step towards the counter, his pout returning.
Y/n didn’t have to be looking at him to know he was pouting again. She smiled to herself and shook her head lightly. “I’m just getting meds for you for the morning and tonight,” y/n explained, grabbing the cup now filled with water that she’d gotten down and filled earlier. She then pulled over a bottle of medicine from the kitchen counter.
“Yooooou’re my med-medicciinne,” Freddy said, the last word coming out very jumbled and slurred. But his blushing cheeks certainly cleared up any doubt one might’ve had over what he was saying.
“Freddy, take the meds,” y/n chuckled, passing him a few pills and the water.
Freddy shook his head, the blanket slightly restricting his movements. “Nuuuh uh,” he argued childishly.
Y/n sighed and frowned. “Let me take care of you,” she requested, intentionally holding eye contact with Freddy. “Now, take the meds,” y/n repeated kindly, pushing her hands closer to him.
Freddy stared silently into y/n’s gaze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Kaaay,” he hiccuped, grabbing the items from y/n. Freddy dutifully swallowed the pills and slid the glass down to counter towards her.
Y/n thanked Freddy and then rested her hand on the blanket covering his shoulders as she encouraged him to walk back to their bedroom. She saw Freddy had turned on the bedside lamp so she quickly turned off the ceiling light as she followed him in.
Freddy hummed contentedly as y/n helped him back into bed. His tired and lazy eyes watched as she lovingly made sure he was comfortable and that the blanket covered him completely. “Yoooou loooovve meee, rrrighht?” he asked, closing his eyes.
Y/n giggled, “of course I do”. She stroked the side of Freddy’s face with her fingertips, “always”.
Freddy silently smiled to himself, melting into the blankets. Just as he seemed to begin calming down for the night, he mumbled, “waaaait, whaa?”.
As she shook her head softly at Freddy, y/n smiled. “Angel, you asked if I loved you,” she reminded him with a small laugh. “I was saying I do love -“ y/n began to explain.
Only, suddenly Freddy was alert and no longer almost asleep. “Whoooo dooo yooou lllove?” He asked as he sloppily tried to sit up. Freddy’s lips curled downwards due to his jealous state. He tried to huff loudly but it came out as a burp.
Y/n bit into her bottom lip as she laughed. “You, Freddy,” she answered, delicately laying him back down. After tucking Freddy in for the millionth time tonight, y/n cupped his face and kissed his nose, “you are the one I love”.
This seemed to truly settle Freddy as he smiled, suddenly appearing sleepy again now that he realized he didn’t have to be jealous. “Doooon’t leaaaave,” he whined, holding y/n’s hand.
Y/n nodding in reassurance. She cautiously helped Freddy slide back so she could get into the bed from the same side. Once she’d crawled into bed beside Freddy, y/n silently began playing with his hair.
Freddy lazily smiled, his eyes getting heavier as he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
“You’re purring,” y/n commented with an amused hum.
Freddy’s cheeks blushed as he let his eyes close, sleep quickly taking over him.
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