#Freddy Carter x yn
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Brunching with Crows : Freddy Carter x Reader
Descr.: 3.2k wc, reader and Freddy host a brunch with the other Crows from Shadow and Bone prior to the start of Season 2 (I ran with the idea based on Freddy actually hosting a brunch with said crows for Season 2), fluff!
Warnings: mentions of food and eating, Freddy and Reader being too cutesy of a couple 🥹), mentions of engagement/wedding, mention of money/Euros, that’s all I can come up with 💜
Y/n smiled to herself as she caught sight of her fiancé Freddy cooking in their kitchen. She quietly waltzed in and ruffled his hair, making him chuckle softly. Y/n’s smile grew as she wrapped her arms around Freddy and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
Freddy hummed tenderly as he formed a wide grin. “Good morning, love” he cooed, placing his hands on top of y/n’s.
Y/n hummed back, snuggling into Freddy’s shoulder.
“Sleep well?” Freddy questioned. As he waited for an answer, he kissed y/n’s forehead before he resumed stirring the batter.
Y/n squeezed Freddy’s waist lovingly. “Course! Now,” she hummed letting go of him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. Y/n stepped back all the way and took inventory of the kitchen and the progress Freddy had made this morning. “Since you decided to start without me, how can I help?” She smiled.
“You don’t need to help” Freddy chuckled, smiling over his shoulder at y/n.
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, “they’re our friends Freddy”.
Freddy grabbed the white kitchen towel from beside him and dramatically waved it in the air in mock surrender. “I know, but it was my idea, I’ve got it” he shrugged, adding more sugar to his mix.
Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked to herself. Shaking her head quietly, she walked over to the sink to get started on the small pile of dishes. As y/n turned the faucet on, she teased, “hmmm you want all the credit, I see, okay-“.
“Shut up” Freddy laughed, shaking his head.
“I’m just saying” y/n argued, laughing as Freddy scoffed.
“I merely meant, you could shower instead or-“ Freddy argued lightly.
“Oohhh, so I stink, that’s it” y/n tsked dramatically before jokingly checking her armpits.
Freddy huffed and used his pointer finger to scoop a small amount of batter from the bowl. He smirked as he turned and flicked it over at y/n.
“Freddy!!” Y/n gasped, her laugh ringing in the air as she wiped her shoulder clean.
Freddy laughed as y/n spun and splashed him with water from faucet. “If you truly want to help darling, I could use some assistance cutting the produce” he smiled, turning back to his bowl.
“I thought I had to shower because I smell” y/n teased, drying her hands. She squeaked as Freddy’s arms suddenly wrapped around her as she went to grab the cutting board.
Freddy chuckled and he bent his neck to place a tender kiss on y/n’s shoulder and neck. “Please, as if you don’t always manage to smell like strawberries and coconuts” he hummed.
“Strawberries and coconuts?” Y/n questioned laughing as she turned around in his arms.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed crimson but he held his ground and nodded.
Y/n thought on it for a moment, “Hmm my hair stuff is kinda coconuty so I’ll give you that, although I’ve yet to put it in today”. As she rambled, Freddy just smiled and listened intently. “But, I don’t know about the strawberries, but thank you” y/n giggled, kissing his cheek.
Y/n moved to go grab the temporarily forgotten cutting board but Freddy’s arms stopped her as he refused to let her go. She glanced over towards where he’d cuddled up into her neck and laughed. “What?” y/n asked softly upon seeing his pouting lips.
“I want a real kiss” Freddy whined.
Y/n laughed, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet sunshine”. She smiled lovingly and ran her hand through Freddy’s hair the way he adored as a compromise.
Freddy’s eyes softened and lips curled up at the sensation. But, he quickly snapped his attention back to what he really wanted. Freddy lifted his eyebrow at y/n and huffed playfully. “It’s been three years, and you still haven’t caught on that I don’t care?” He chuckled, pulling her closer.
Freddy watched with a smile as y/n giggled and bounced her head to the side in a teasing agreement. He moved closer but left his lips hovering just above hers as he waited for her official permission.
Seeing his patience and respectful demeanor, y/n smiled widely. She quickly closed the gap between them by pulling his head closer until their lips met. Y/n felt Freddy smirk before kissing her back; one hand in her hair, the other on her waist. “Now, no more distractions Carter, they’re going to be here soon” she teased as they parted.
Freddy chuckled and nodded dutifully as he walked back to his station. “Yes ma’am” he teased.
Y/n smacked Freddy’s arm lightheartedly with the kitchen towel. “Ewww, don’t call me that” she laughed.
“My bad, love” Freddy chuckled loudly.
“Much better” y/n winked, finally grabbing the cutting board and knife. As she looked up to pull down a bowl for the fresh cut fruit, she noticed something on the ceiling. Y/n unconsciously tilted her head to the side in confusion as her eyes followed the path of what appeared to be batter.
It trailed all the way back to where she’d found Freddy this morning; and there was even more splatter just above him.
“WAIT! Why is there batter on the ceiling?” Y/n gasped, snapping her eyes over to her now-blushing fiancé. Y/n watched curiously as Freddy stayed silent, staring at his bowl as if he hadn’t heard her. “Freddy! What happened?” Y/n laughed as she resumed staring at how much splatter was on the ceiling above them.
“I thought you only got my arm earlier,” y/n mumbled softly, grabbing a stool from beside the fridge. “So, how’d you get it on the ceiling?!” she questioned again, setting the stool up below the start of the trail.
Freddy laughed bashfully, “ummm…, that was my first batch today”.
“That’s not the first batch?” Y/n asked, pointing to the bowl in Freddy’s hand after wiping the start of the splatter trail from the ceiling.
“No?” Freddy replied timidly. He bit his lip as his cheeks grew even warmer.
Y/n laughed and stared expectantly at Freddy as she waited for an explanation.
“I tried the new mixer and…,” Freddy chuckled breathily, his eyes darting from the ceiling to the bowl. “Well, then I realized, hand-mixed batter tastes better” he covered, shrugging.
“Because it doesn’t taste like the ceiling?” Y/n teased.
Freddy nodded rapidly, “mmhm, yeah”.
Y/n grinned and jumped down from the stool, making her way to her messy fiancé. She placed a tender kiss on his cheek “you’re lucky you’re so cute”.
Freddy chuckled but as he heard the sound of y/n stabilizing the stool behind him, he quickly spun around to face her. Before that moment, he hadn’t noticed she’d already gotten the first part of the batter cleaned up during his confession. “‘ey, I’ll get it after, love,” he assured her, his hands moving to her sides to support her balance.
“It’s alright! I’m already up here” y/n argued, wiping the last of the batter from the ceiling.
Freddy stared at her nervously as he watched her stretch onto her tippy-toes to reach the ceiling, despite already standing on a stool. His anxiety prompted him to tighten his grip on her waist as she leaned slightly while wiping the ceiling.
Once y/n finished cleaning up, she looked down and realized what Freddy had been doing. She let him help her off the stool, watching as his nerves calmed instantly when her feet hit the floor. “All done” she grinned, pulling Freddy in for a kiss. “See, I lived” y/n teased pinching his cheek as she tossed the paper towels away.
Y/n paused as she ventured back into the kitchen after having started setting the table. She smiled as she watched Freddy shake his fingers after pulling the latest waffle off the griddle. Y/n remembered how he always refused to use tongs instead of risking burning his fingers; not wanting to crinkle the edges.
It was beyond ridiculous, but incredibly sweet. It had started after Freddy had asked what y/n’s favorite breakfast food was when they first started dating; she answered with waffles. Once Freddy saw how much y/n liked the waffles he’d made her one particular morning, he refused to make them any other way. Even if it meant Freddy nearly burned his fingerprints off in the process.
“I can't get over how a few years ago I wanted to learn your name and now we’re hosting brunch with our castmates-turned-friends” y/n purred, leaning against the wall.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed as his wide smile prompted his dimples to pop. “You wanted to know my name?” Freddy asked sweetly, turning from the platter of waffles.
“Duh, have you seen yourself?” Y/n winked, moving to pass him so she could grab the next items for their table.
Freddy shook his head to himself as he pulled y/n back to him. “Mmm, you can’t say something like that and then walk away” he scolded softly, kissing her multiple times until she was squirming and giggling in his arms. “You’re one to talk though” he argued, holding y/n tightly.
“How so?” Y/n hummed, nibbling on her lip as she stared you at Freddy.
“It was the first second I saw you and I couldn't get over how beautiful you were” Freddy confessed to his fiancée.
“Hmm and now?” Y/n asked shyly, blinking up at him.
“I still can’t get over it, but now I know you’re also so much more than that” Freddy complimented, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Will you just marry me already?" Y/n whined as she buried herself in Freddy’s arms.
Freddy grinned widely, “just another few months, my dear. Believe me, I can’t wait either”.
Y/n smiled against Freddy’s chest, arms tightening around him as he held her just as closely.
“I’m glad we’re celebrating another season with our friends” Freddy commented, playing with y/n’s hair. “I can't believe I never knew you until then” he added, shaking his head softly. “You’re the best thing that's happened to me" Freddy admitted, smiling to himself before pressing a kiss to the top of y/n’s head.
"Stop” y/n giggled, rubbing her head against his chest as she tried to hide her bashful reaction.
“I’m serious” Freddy argued. He closed his eyes as he rested his chin on y/n’s head.
“I thought that was seeing Sebastian Stan” y/n teased lightly in referencing one of Freddy’s Instagram posts.
“I love it when you quote me” Freddy murmured.
“Stop” y/n said laughing hard, “that’s not even your line, Freddy!”
Freddy smiled as he absorbed the sound of y/n’s beautiful laughter. He chuckled when she pulled back to shake her head at him. Freddy shrugged, “it was the best fitting book quote to give you”.
Y/n smiled and bit her lip, Freddy had once again remembered a minor detail about her; how much she loves book/show references. She shook her head slowly. Humming quietly, y/n stroked his rosy cheek until her fingers reached his jaw. Her fingers cupped Freddy’s jaw while her thumb brushed over his warm cheek.
“I am serious though” Freddy whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I beat out Sebastian Stan?” Y/n inquired, giving him a questioning look.
Freddy laughed but nodded firmly, “easily, my precious girl”.
"Don't smile at me like that” y/n groaned, closing her eyes as soon as Freddy’s wide grin caused his adorable dimples to be on full display. “You know it drives me crazy” she added, pressing her lips into a fine line as her mind visualized the scene before her.
Freddy couldn’t help but giggle more, "you're my best friend. I hope you know that." "
“You gotta stop doing that” y/n murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand.
"What?" Freddy pondered, thumb rubbing against her ear as he played with her stray hairs.
"Saying things that make me wanna kiss you” y/n explained, opening her eyes as she lowered her hand from her nose.
Freddy only laughed loudly with a proud smile on his face. He shook his head lightly, “now, why would I stop that then?”
Y/n smiled back, “we can’t stay in the kitchen kissing all day, sunshine”.
Freddy furrowed his brows and pouted. “Says who?” He asked offended, “besides you brushed your teeth”.
Y/n broke into laughter as she softly smacked Freddy’s arm. “Babe, we have company coming over, and the table isn’t done being set yet” she pointed out, tapping his nose with her pointer finger.
Freddy chuckled and nodded in agreement, “fine, one last kiss?”
Y/n took a moment to pretend to consider it, making Freddy raise his eyebrows and smirk at her. She rolled her eyes lightheartedly. “As if I would deny you of that” y/n smiled before pulling him in for a kiss.
Freddy’s thumb casually stroked y/n’s thigh as he listened to their friends/castmates catch up. He glanced over at his fiancée and grinned as the sunlight casting in from their balcony shimmered off of her engagement ring. Freddy caught sight of Cal smirking at him when he noticed how smitten Freddy was. Freddy just blushed, his lips pressed into a fine line to keep from laughing as he tried to refocus on the group.
“Hopefully this season is warmer” Kit chuckled, taking a bite of his eggs.
“No joke, I nearly froze my arse off” Amita agreed, pouting.
“Oooh language!” Y/n teased, smirking at a bashful Amita.
“Ugh, why is it just when I curse?” Amita groaned playfully as she placed a Euro in the Crows themed jar on the table.
“Because it’s too funny when you swear” Cal laughed with a shrug.
“It’s like this hesitant whispered curse” Jack agreed with a crooked smile.
“Fine, but Freddy has to add a Euro too” Amita argued, pushing the jar down the table.
Y/n laughed and glanced over at Freddy who was seated beside her, his hand still resting on her leg as it had throughout their brunch.
“Why is that?” Freddy questioned, raising an eyebrow tauntingly at his castmates.
“If the jar is for doing uncharacteristic things, you’ve yet to take a photo of the group” Amita challenged.
“Oooh, that is a good point” Y/n complimented as she smirked at Freddy.
Amita was correct, that was the point of the jar after all. Said jar was simply a clear glass container that had been decorated in random Six of Crows meme stickers. The money inside of it would be used to fund their groups’ snacks on set this season.
Freddy laughed, “I haven’t had the chance yet, it’s coming”.
“I don’t know… I don’t think we’ve gone this long before without at least one photo being taken by Freddy by now” Dani agreed, helping Amita guide the jar towards Freddy.
Freddy sighed and shook his head as he stood up to grab some money from his wallet. “Really thought this jar was a good idea, hmm?” He teased Y/n as he sat back down and dropped his Euro into the jar.
Y/n smiled innocently and hummed, “yes I do”.
“Then perhaps you should participate” Freddy argued with a smirk.
“I’m included in the rules” y/n rebutted with a laugh.
“Then you and Dani each owe a Euro” Freddy declared and Kit nodded.
“What? Why?” Y/n and Danielle asked at the same time making the room erupt in laughter.
“Because neither of you have commented on how precious you find Jack yet” Kit pointed out.
“Kit!” Y/n gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.
“You’re going scare him away!” Dani yelled.
Jack simply blushed and giggled shyly, “it’s okay”.
Y/n smiled over at Jack, “we just can’t help it, you’re seriously so adorable! Wylan is such a well fitting character for you”.
Jack smiled as his cheeks flushed even more, “thank you”.
Dani nodded, “it’s true, since the secret is out of the bag now, don’t worry darling, we don’t have a crush on you, but how can one not find you precious?!”
The others all nodded and similarly showered Jack with warm compliments.
Jack blushed the entire time before mumbling a shy but appreciative thanks.
“Still, you only said it after Freddy pointed it out” Kit argued. “So, in it goes” he winked, sliding the jar to y/n.
“I said it in my head” Y/n argued weakly.
Kit seemed to ponder it and looked to Freddy for his opinion
Freddy just shrugged, “rules are rules, love”, pushing the the hand closer to her.
Y/n glared softly and stood up to get her money, adding it to the jar after Dani slid it back to her.
Cal laughed, “this is going to fill up rather quickly”.
“Here we were, thinking it would take time since it was things we didn’t do often” Kit commented.
“Yeah, imagine if it was things we always did! Like each time Dani does that one laugh” Cal commented prompting everyone to laugh.
“Or, each time Kit spins something around as if it were one of Jesper’s pistols” y/n added.
Kit smirked at her as he made finger guns and blew a kiss.
“Or Jack being simply adorable” Freddy commented.
“Freddy talking about y/n unprompted” Amita smirked.
Y/n glanced over and saw Freddy blushing yet smiling. When Freddy looked over and shrugged Y/n shook her head and kissed his cheek.
“Or, y/n simping for Freddy” Kit winked.
Everyone laughed but Freddy just rubbed y/n’s thigh supportively.
“We would need to get Ben involved in this if we did flip the rules though” y/n argued.
“Oh, why?” Jack questioned.
“‘Cause then we could do Ben simping for Freddy” Y/n smirked
“Ooh that would fill up hella fast” Dani agreed excitedly.
“With Ben as the main sponsor of our snack budget” Kit nodded.
“I vote these are the new jar rules” Cal proposed.
“All in favor, say I” y/n stated, placing her hand on top of the jar as it rested in the center of the table.
Everyone quickly placed their hands on the jar and said I before laughing loudly.
“Now, how do we explain to Ben that he’s been involuntarily added?” Amita laughed.
Kit nodded, “while mentioning he’s not involved in the snack distribution”.
Y/n laughed, “I’ll handle it”. Y/n smirked as she pulled out her phone. “Or maybe you should” she said, stopping as she turned to look at Freddy.
Freddy laughed and nodded, getting his phone out as y/n put hers away.
“So are you all close with all of the other actors?”Jack asked timidly.
“Like the Shadow and Bone Grishaverse folks?” Dani asked to clarify who he was referring to.
Jack nodded with a small smile, “uhh yeah”.
“Kinda, our close knit group is better though, shhh” y/n joked as the others laughed.
Kit winked as he shot his finger guns at Jack, “told ya!”
Y/n noticed her friends standing up and grabbing their dishes from the table. “Oh no, you don’t need to help” she rushed, trying to stop them.
“Please, you two hosted and cooked, we can help with clean up” Amita argued.
Everyone offered some form of agreement with Amita’s comment as they began taking their own plates back to the kitchen.
Freddy watched Y/n smile and shake her head. He kissed her cheek as he pulled her to his side, “this was fun”.
Y/n beamed up at Freddy, “yeah, it was, great idea sunshine”.
Freddy blushed, “I couldn’t have done it without you”. He pressed another kiss to her head as he held her, assuming no one had returned to the room yet.
“Seriously we need to get the jar going with the new rules soon, ‘cause we could be rich in snacks with these two being the main source of income” Kit teased, squeezing Y/N’s arm softly.
Y/n felt herself grow bashful and buried her head into Freddy.
Freddy laughed softly while smiling as he looked around their place. He hummed softly to himself as he watched his friends and the love of his life, excited for their next chapters.
“Speaking of which, did Ben respond?” Cal laughed, smiling at the couple as he rejoined them.
Freddy pulled his phone out and nodded, “he’s confused, but on board”.
“And there my beloved Crows, is our first Euro!” Y/n cheered, dumping out the jar so they could restart.
“Ben has no idea what he’s gotten himself into” Dani laughed loudly, helping y/n as she scribbled a note onto the back of an extra napkin so as to not forget Ben owed one euro so far.
“Kaz scamming the Darkling from his money” Jack teased with a quiet giggle.
“Hmm?” Freddy questioned as Y/n grinned.
“I think this is our first heist” y/n smirked gleefully.
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Drunk!yn- do you or do you not feel bonita...?
Kaz- i feel bonita... '_''
Drunk!yn- Wonderful! 'coz you look bonita!
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Hesitate : Freddy Carter x Reader
8.4k wc
Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series
For full warnings and description, see mini-series masterlist
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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My Wife! : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 3k wc, Freddy and his wife watch his Vanity Fair interview and y/n tried to answer all the questions. Based on this interview/video FLUFF.
Warnings: a few curse words, use of the word God in a non religious manner (aka “Oh my God”), brief mentions of being sick, food discussed, spillers for answers to the questions in the above interview, otherwise flufffff
Note: credit to @/TeamFreddyUK on Instagram for finding the still of Freddy in Wonder Woman 🙌🏆
“Are you ready?” Freddy smirked, shaking the television remote in his hand tauntingly.
Y/n held her head high and nodded, “ready”.
He laughed and sat beside her on the couch as he queued up the video in question.
The other day Freddy had an interview with Vanity Fair where they held a trivia game about the guests.
Joining Freddy in the interview were cast-mates Ben, Kit, Amita, and Jessie.
The video dropped today and Y/n commented that she would easily beat Freddy in the trivia game for each cast member.
Freddy agreed to be in control of the video, pausing it after the questions so she couldn’t rely on the others answers to form hers.
Freddy pressed start on the video before grabbing her hand.
As the video began, the cast started by introducing themselves.
Which prompted Y/n to mimic their voices as they did their intros.
“Biiin Barnes” she mocked as Ben introduced himself.
Freddy glanced over at her as he laughed.
“Amita Suman” y/n whispered in an overly soft and cutesy way.
Freddy shook his head but kept watching her.
��Jessie Mei Li” she stated in a very confident fashion.
“Kit Young” y/n mocked, her body language confident and tone very serious.
“Freddy Carter” she teased with a thicker British accent than she did with the others.
“Do I truly sound like that to you?” Freddy laughed, his eyes slightly widening.
“Do I truly sound like that to you?” Y/n repeated with her fake Freddy voice, making them both laugh loudly.
“Okay shush! I gotta test my knowledge!” Y/n exclaimed in her normal voice.
Freddy playfully rolled his eyes as he hit resume.
Ben asked his cast mates what his perfect night out would be.
Y/n hummed, “something calm”.
After Freddy resumed the video, Ben gave his answer; dinner with friends and music.
“Does that count?“ y/n asked, looking over at her husband.
“No” Freddy chuckled.
“Fine, next” she huffed exasperatedly.
Ben then asked what age he started working in a bar.
Freddy was late to pause the video so his own suspected answer -14- was given before she could respond.
Y/n turned to him, “what!? 14? That can let be legal Freddy”.
“Shut up, what’s your answer?” he laughed.
“I’ll say 17 because 18 is your guys’ legal drinking age, and the question being asked suggests it was slightly less” she concluded.
“That’s why I said 14” he defended.
“I said slightly, Freddy” y/n corrected him while laughing.
The next question asked what musician Ben would choose to do a duet with.
“Freddie Mercury” y/n answered just as he paused the video.
Freddy glared at her, “thief”.
“Beg your pardon?” She scoffed.
Instead of responding, Freddy played the video and it showed he too said Freddie Mercury as his answer, making her laugh.
Ben then asked what his love language was.
Y/n smiled, “Oh, Ben’s? Physical touch for sure”.
Freddy laughed as he resumed the video to show her that everyone said the same thing.
As it switched to Amita’s turn, the camera caught Freddy messing with his hair.
“Oh my gosh, you and that hair! You can’t stop touching it” she teased, recalling the way it would drive him crazy when it would randomly tickle his face.
“Me?! Look who is talking! That is a bit hypocritical, love” Freddy smirked.
Y/n shrugged, reaching over and playing with his hair, “it’s mine, I can touch it when I want”.
“Yours? Is it now? Here I was thinking it was mine” Freddy retorted.
Y/n removed her hand from his hair dramatically and turned away, “hmmpf fine, I shall not touch it anymore”.
Freddy rolled his eyes but didn’t cave in immediately.
However, as Amita read off her first question, asking how long it took her to learn acrobatics and y/n began to think, Freddy began to pout.
“Ooh she told me this one!… Four sessions” y/n stated.
When Freddy didn’t resume the video, she turned to him in confusion, “Freddy? Was I right?! Play the video.”
Freddy silently shook his head and gave her a dramatic pout.
“What is-“ she questioned before pausing, “oh my gosh, is this about your hair?”
This time it was Freddy who turned away dramatically.
Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and leaned over despite him playfully leaning away.
She laughed while rubbing his head.
“See, I told you you couldn’t keep your hands off my hair” Freddy smirked, spinning back to her.
Freddy saw she was gonna move her hand away so he clasped his hand over it, “kidding! It’s yours, all of me is yours; now please keep doing that”.
Y/n giggled and shifted before signaling for him to come closer and sit in front of her.
He complied and lowered himself to the floor before the couch so she could see over his head to see the screen.
Freddy tilted his head back as she played with his hair, giving her a wide grin before he faced the television again.
He hummed to himself as he played the video.
Amita then asked what animal she would be.
“Easy, bunny” y/n joked, “no, kidding! Koala”.
“Ooh, that’s a good one” Freddy commented, his voice light with bliss that came from her playing with his hair.
The next question was what Amita’s favorite vacation place would be.
“Her bed?“ y/n laughed.
Freddy chuckled as he resumed the video to show she was correct, “you’re doing very well so far”.
“Why thank you handsome” she grinned.
He brought his head back again and squeezed his eyes while giving her big smile.
She paused her fingers but left them in his hair as she lowered her lips down to his nose briefly.
Y/n smiled as he blushed and looked back to the video.
“Now comes the real challenge” he declared.
“What?” She giggled, “isn’t this whole th-“
“Oh!” Y/n laughed as she noticed it was his turn to read questions.
“Okay!” she cheered, letting go of his hair and cracking her knuckles.
His head snapped back and he laughed loudly, “oh my gosh”
“Let’s go now, press play” she ordered.
He smirked and complied.
“What or who is my favorite subject to photograph?” On-screen-Freddy asked.
“Ooh I know, people! Portraits” she clarified, smiling confidently.
“Is that your final answer, Mrs. Carter?” Freddy asked, not looking back at her.
“Ummm! Don’t ask it like that! Don’t try and trick me. Yes, final answer” she declared.
“My wife” Jessie blurted when Freddy resume the video, making y/n giggle softly.
“People, yes! Oh.. my gosh Freddy!” she cried, seeing his ‘my wife’ part of the answer he wrote before Jessie’s comment.
“Hey” she cooed, reaching back down for his hair, making him tilt back to see her with a smile and blush covering his face.
Y/n played with hair for all of three seconds before leaping back and hopping off the bed to join him on the floor.
Freddy watched with silent interest as she knelt beside him.
“I love you” she whispered very sincerely, placing her lips on his, “so. Damn. Much.”
Freddy grinned, his blush even darker as he hooked his arms around her back, “I love you too”.
Y/n shook her head, “clearly. I mean-“.
She looked away shyly as she felt tears starting to form.
“Love?” He asked trying to turn her head back to him.
“Are you crying?” He asked with a small chuckle.
She nodded and wiped her face.
“Oh, darling,” he cooed, guiding her face to him with a little more tender pressure this time, “shhh, you don’t need to cry”.
“You’re just so precious, Freddy” she sniffled, snuggling into his chest.
Freddy chuckled softly, his lips pressed to the top of her head, “says the beautiful woman crying over my answer and curling into my chest”.
She hummed against him, one hand sneaking up to play with his hair since she knew he liked it.
To be fair she loved it too but she felt she needed to do something for him after that answer.
“Shhhh love, come on, you’ve got more questions to answer“ he teased, helping her turn so she was seated between his legs now.
She nodded, pressing her back against his chest as he hooked his arms around her and rested his legs on the outside of hers.
When he pressed play, the video naturally went back a few seconds.
This meant she rewatched his sweet answer and now noticed the dashingly radiant smile he had when showing it and saying ‘my wife’.
She verbally awed, unconsciously leaning back into him more.
Freddy smiled to himself and shook his head, “as if you didn’t know”.
“I mean, I know you like taking photos of me, but I wasn’t expecting to be the answer” she admitted.
He pressed his lips to her head, “well now you know”.
She held onto the hand he had around her waist, her head resting on his collar bone as he again played the video.
“If I could steal anything in the world without consequence what would I steal?” Video-Freddy asked.
She whined, “You’re too cute to steal”.
“I don’t think that’s how the law works” he teased.
“It is if I say it is” she huffed.
Freddy chuckled, “Just because you rule my world, darling, doesn’t mean you rule everyone else’s too”.
“Stop saying such cute things Freddy,” she gasped, playfully slapping his chest, “I can’t keep up!”
He giggled and kissed her while he had chance since she was looking back at him.
“Real answer?” He asked, pulling back.
She licked her lip as she thought intently.
“Mmm, a very Kaz answer would be everyone’s money” she giggled.
He nodded, “Is that your answer then?”
“Yes,” she nodded back, turning towards the screen to wait for the actual answer.
“All the money” on-screen-Freddy said.
Y/n cheered, “Yes, I got it! You adorable little thief”.
“What superhero movie was I in?” Freddy asked in the video.
Before Freddy even had the chance to pause the video y/n shouted “Oh easy, Wonder Woman!”
He laughed loudly, “you don’t need to yell.”
“I was excited” she giggled with a shrug.
“Amita!” Y/n exclaimed as Amita admitted she hadn’t seen him in it.
Then the video showed Freddy saying “my poor mum has watched it so many times trying to spot me, but I can’t even spot myself”
Y/n gasped and turned to him, “are you serious?”
Freddy laughed and nodded.
“That’s unacceptable, I need to help her, hold on. Don’t press play” y/n ordered, pulling out her cellphone.
“Wait, what? You’ve spotted me?” He asked in complete shock.
She nodded as she began typing on her phone.
“And you’re showing my mum first?” Freddy teased, still in disbelief she had found him in the movie.
“Course I am” she smirked, “I’ll help you next”.
Freddy chuckled, “I still can’t believe you spotted me, there’s no way”.
“Don’t you dare go doubting me, Freddy” y/n warned.
“Love, I’ve seen it like a thousand times-“ he informed her.
He cut himself off when she showed him the still she took from the film.
“Bloody hell! How did you-?!” He gasped as he took her phone in order to better see the photo of him.
“Love seriously, how’d you manage that?” Freddy questioned.
She giggled and looked away bashfully.
“Woah, where’d that confidence go?” he teased.
“No truly,” Freddy tilted her head to him, “tell me?”
She bit her lip as her face flushed, “so ummm… Okay, when we first started dating and you mentioned being in it, I rewatched it to find you”.
He nodded, keeping his eyes soft due to her visible nerves but he was still clearly intrigued.
“And well, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t” she laughed and chewed on her lip, “I felt horrible that I couldn’t spot you”
Freddy chuckled and shook his head as he stroked her cheek.
“So I kept watching over and over, until y/f/n suggested I slow down the playback speed and I then went nearly frame by frame” she bashfully admitted.
Freddy stared at her with such admiration, love, and disbelief.
“Darling I - “ he was now the one to tear up, “I can’t believe you did all that”
She bit into her bottom lip and nodded, “I was so mad at myself for not finding you”.
Freddy chucked softly as she reached up to wipe his eyes as he’d done to hers esrlier, “you didn’t need to do that”
“I had to find you Freddy” she argued.
“Love, if you had mentioned it, I would’ve told you I couldn’t even find myself” he laughed, still staring at her in honored disbelief.
“I’m truly honored you went through all that for me, especially so early on” he blushed.
“You’re special” y/n shrugged.
Freddy shook his head and pulled her tightly to him, “fuck, I love you”.
She hummed against his chest and sent a muffled I love you back.
“No more tears blocking those beautiful ocean blue eyes,” she shook her head wiping his tears again.
He flushed darker and chuckled softly.
Y/n kissed his cheek before spinning around to see the screen.
She rested her left hand on his hand that was around her, Freddy turning his palm so he could rub his finger against her wedding ring band.
Y/n leaned into his embrace as he pressed play.
“Wait, you made me forget!” She panicked, grabbing her phone to finish the text to Freddy’s mom.
He watched and waited until she was done before he pressed play again.
“If I could only eat one meal for the rest of my life what would it be?” He asked in the interview.
“Brunch” she nodded confidently.
Freddy chuckled, “that’s creative, but not the question, love”.
“Ugh fine. Hold on don’t tell me” she turned to see him smirking as if she’d never get it; making her even more adamant to get it now.
Suddenly her face dropped in realization before she smirked and shook her head, “if you said peanut butter on toast, I swear to God”.
He laughed and pressed play.
“Ayyyee, Kit stole my first answer; see it counts!” She declared.
When the camera panned to show his official answer was in fact peanut butter on toast, y/n groaned.
“Freddy, that’s so lame” she teased.
“Hey now!” He argued.
She laughed, “I knew you’d say that, you and that stupid peanut butter”.
He chuckled, “it’s comforting, and you know why”.
He was right, the reason she knew his answer was because they’d talked about similar concepts before and he gave that same answer. When she asked why, he told her it was because he found it comforting.
Freddy went on to explain that it was due to how she had made it for him when he was really sick fairly early on in their relationship.
He had been craving bread but she knew he also needed some kind of protein.
But he hadn’t been able to keep much down so she knew he couldn’t handle meat or other heavy things so she’d opted for peanut butter on his requested toast .
Freddy told her it was one of his favorite memories and swears it cured the illness he had.
“And, as precious as that is, it’s so simple, gorgeous” she giggled.
He just smiled and shrugged, blushing as she kissed his cheek while he resumed the video.
Kit asked everyone what his go-to karaoke song would be.
“Something John Legend” y/n answered.
“I’ll give you it” Freddy said as he resumed the video and Kit answered ‘Ordinary People’.
She smiled back at him before waiting for the next question.
“What desert would he be? Who came up with these questions?” Y/n giggled, “I mean, ice-cream, obviously; but, still”.
Freddy laughed, the movement shaking her slightly and hit play.
“Far too easy, next- oh, strawberry” she added as Kit asked what flavor of ice-cream.
Kit asked what his favorite scene to shoot in season 1 was.
“Gun spinning. Oh, no! The goat! Milo!” She exclaimed.
Freddy laughed at her enthusiasm.
“Yes, I got it! But awe, you two are so cute” y/n commented when Kit mentioned how the scene Freddy suggested had been their chemistry read and was therefore important to him. 
“What do my parents call me?” Jessie asked.
“Ooh Jason right (authors note: j-sun, other variation? idk sorry)?” Y/n attempted.
Freddy hummed in agreement as he resumed the video.
“What type of influencer would I be?” Jessie smiled.
“Ooh, social activists or like environmental causes” y/n answered loudly.
“Yay!” She cheered, having gotten the question correct.
Freddy smiled to himself as he watched her enjoy herself.
“Her stage debut was All About Eve, right?” Y/n wondered.
“Correct” Freddy acknowledged.
“Damn love, you did remarkable” he complimented.
She grinned, “I know my man and friends, what can I say?”
He laughed and pulled her closer to him until she tilted head back to stare up at him with a smile on her face.
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Freddy had his arms around her as they laid in bed, his arm reaching out momentarily in order to turn off the side lamp.
As he turned back to her, he saw the thoughtful look her eyes held.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
She spun slightly to see him better, “I still can’t get over it.”
“Over what?” Freddy wondered.
“Your answer” she said.
He chuckled, “I stick by the peanut butter toast, alright?”
She giggled “no Freddy, the photography one”.
“Oh, the one where I said, ‘my wife’?” He clarified.
She grinned over hearing it yet again.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing you say that in-and-of itself,” she admitted contently, “But seriously, that was so sweet”
“This coming from the person who holds the record for most times a single person has watched Wonder Woman, all just to find my two second appearance to support me” Freddy pointed out.
Y/n giggled softly and snuggled into him as she closed her eyes, “gotta support my man. Goodnight gorgeous“
Freddy blushed and kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter, “Goodnight to my wife”.
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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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New Chapter : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 4.2k wc, Freddy and his wife welcome their newborn into their lives. Can be read as a stand-alone or as a part two to Pregnant Pause. Fluff, family.
Warnings: pregnancy and newborns and related topics including by not limited to: pregnancy, labor, blood, discharge, accidents, changing diapers, breastfeeding, hospitals, etc.
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“How are ya feeling, love?” Freddy asked as he checked in with his wife for the millionth time. He hadn’t left y/n’s side since they arrived at the hospital, but he was still worried he would miss a sign that she needed him to do something for her. She’d just given birth to their newborn baby and Freddy wanted to make sure she was okay. “You did so great, my darling,” Freddy praised when y/n gave him a tired smile and a weak thumbs up in response to his question. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her still clammy forehead.
“Aren’t they just the cutest?” Y/n mused tiredly as she gazed at the clear roller bin coated with a fuzzy blanket the hospital had their newborn resting in. Her mind and body were exhausted beyond belief. But she hadn’t ever been happier than this moment, here with her husband and their newborn.
“Just like their mum,” Freddy agreed, squeezing y/n’s hand as he admired their baby. “You’re seriously so amazing,” he whispered lovingly as he turned back to his wife. He caught sight of the bashful expression she had after his earlier compliment, grinning as he watched it increase with his latest one. He was so amazed by her, especially after today. “You can sleep darling, I’ll watch over you two,” he promised as y/n tried to stay awake.
Y/n hummed softly and shook her head. “You need to rest too,” she whispered. She sat up, despite Freddy’s protests, and leaned forward until she could gently roll the baby bin towards them. Once she stationed it between them, up by her head, she smiled down at their newborn. “There,” she said, looking up at her husband. “Now, you can sleep too,” she offered.
Freddy grinned and kissed the back of y/n’s hand.
“Oh, let me slide over so you can use the bed too,” y/n suggested. But before she could move, Freddy’s hands clamped carefully over her forearms as he restricted her movements.
Freddy shook his head. “I’m fine where I am,” he promised. “You need to let your body heal, darling, you’ve been through a lot,” he reminded her softly.
Y/n gave him a tired smile, clearly not in a state to argue. “If you’re sure,” she mumbled as her eyes became heavier. Once she saw Freddy was seated back on the cushioned window bench beside her, she fully let herself rest against the pillow behind her head. “But, when we get home, I intend to sleep beside my husband,” she said lovingly.
Freddy smiled and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Of course. Anything you want, darling,” he promised. He watched y/n closely until he was sure she’d fallen asleep. He kissed the back of her hand as he checked on their newborn. When he knew his family was safe and resting, he curled up on the bench and laid down beside them to rest.
Y/N’s eyes flew up upon hearing her newborn’s cry. She groggily leaned up, blinking rapidly to get her vision to clear.
Freddy snapped awake upon hearing y/c/n crying. He jumped up from the bench and reached into the rolling bin crib that was beside him. He carefully lifted the baby up into his arms and rocked them slowly as he shushed them. He gave his wife a loving smile briefly upon feeling her eyes on him.
Y/n watched patiently for a few minutes as Freddy desperately tried to get y/c/n to settle down. He was doing everything right, but their newborn hadn’t stopped crying. “Honey,” y/n whispered, setting her hand on Freddy’s forearm. “I think (s)he needs me,” she explained cautiously. She could tell Freddy was a bit upset that he hadn’t succeeded in calming down their little one. Y/n could also tell he was feeling bad that he couldn’t take care of this for her.
Freddy nodded sadly and passed their baby to y/n.
Once y/c/n latched onto her, y/n laid her head back and looked up at her husband. She smiled upon seeing Freddy beaming down at her and their newborn proudly.
Freddy leaned down and pressed a long lingering kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his hand resting on the outside of her far shoulder lovingly. As his lips left her head he leaned back to take it all in, a blissful look in his eyes. “May I?” Freddy asked, grabbing his camera, “just for us”.
Y/n giggled lightly and nodded. She gazed down at their newborn as Freddy snapped some photos.
“Okay, one with you looking up, please, love,” Freddy requested. He smiled as y/n quickly complied with his request. Once he’d taken the photo of his incredible wife and precious newborn, he set the camer aside and rushed back to y/n. “Okay, sorry,” he gushed as he rubbed her shoulder as their baby continued to nurse, “I’m done”.
“You don’t have to apologize, Freddy,” y/n said with a smile as she turned her head his way.
Freddy gave her an appreciative half-smile. “You’re over here feeding our baby,” he pointed out, “after just having gone through labor for thirteen hours”. He shook his head. “Meanwhile, I’m just taking pictures,” he sighed.
“Freddy,” y/n said. She frowned upon seeing the tears in her husband’s eyes. “Stop,” she ordered, wanting to squeeze his hand but having to settle for a reassuring expression since she was cradling y/c/n as they nursed. “You were by my side the whole time, getting me everything I needed and helping me through as much as you could,” she pointed out with a smile. “You’re an amazing husband and already a wonderful father, please don’t let your tired brain make you believe otherwise.”
Freddy smiled lightly as he tried to blink away the tears in his eyes. He bent his head and kissed y/n’s chapped lips gently as he whispered a thank you. His smile grew when their baby stopped nursing and he was able see their face again. Freddy applied the hand sanitizer beside him and let it dry before putting his left pointer finger against their baby’s tiny soft hand. Y/c/n’s little fist clung onto Freddy’s finger, making both parents smile at them and then each other. Freddy used his right hand to brush some loose hair away from Y/n’s face and gave her another loving kiss. “I’d do anything for our family,” he whispered.
Y/n gazed lovingly at y/c/n as (s)he lay in their crib, sleeping peacefully. She felt Freddy wrap his arms around her carefully, being extremely gentle with her as he knew she was sore. She practically melted back into his embrace as her eyes stayed on their newborn.
They stayed like that for several minutes, just silently admiring their baby and each other.
Freddy was the one to step away first. He placed a tender kiss to y/n’s cheek before unwrapping his arms from her waist. He moved in front of her and took hold of her hands. Freddy slowly and silently guided her towards the rocking chair in the nursery, neither one wanting to wake the baby.
Y/n watched from the padded chair as Freddy quickly made his way out of the room and back. When he returned, he had a y/f/c gift bag in his hand and a smile on his face. Y/n shook her head in disbelief. He’d already gotten so much for her and the baby since finding out she was pregnant.
“Before you say something about how I didn’t need to get you anything,” Freddy whispered teasingly. “First, don’t, because you’ll wake the baby,” he joked with a smirk. “But also, it’s your push gift,” he explained as he passed her the bag.
“Freddy,” y/n whispered, also keeping her voice low as to not wake y/c/n. “You’ve already gotten me, and us, so many gifts that could be considered push gifts, you really-“ she mumbled.
Freddy just shook his head and nodded towards the gift bag he’d set on y/n’s lap.
With a light chuckle, y/n smiled appreciatively at her husband before she opened the gift. Her smile grew ten times as her heart soared upon pulling out the first item. It was a framed heartbeat sound wave of y/c/n from the first time they had heard their baby’s heartbeat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered a shaky thank you. She bit her lip as she also pulled out a beautiful photo album. Inside it were photos Freddy had taken throughout her pregnancy and from earlier earlier today in the hospital. “Sweetheart, this is beautiful,” she cooed.
“I can’t have you forgetting just how incredible you are,” Freddy said as he moved to stand beside her. “You were unbelievable today, my darling,” he said as y/n flipped through the photos from the last 24 hours. When she stared up at him with teary eyes and a prideful smile, he knew he’d chosen the right gift. “Thank you,” Freddy said, echoing his appreciation for y/n giving life to their little bundle of joy.
“Freddy, do you know where the diaper bag went when we got home?” Y/n called out from the nursery.
Freddy rushed in with the diaper bag in hand. As he caught his breath, he placed a hand on y/N’s back. “I’ve got this, love,” he offered.
“Oh,“ y/n smiled, “you don’t have-“.
“I know,” Freddy promised as he kissed y/n’s cheek. “But you’ve done more than enough,” he stated. “Now, please, go rest,” he pleaded, “I’ve got this little one”.
Y/n smiled gratefully at her husband. She pressed her lips against his stubbly cheek for a quick kiss. “Alright snuggle bug,” she whispered to their baby. “Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay?” She cooed, making Freddy grin. She gave Freddy another appreciative kiss before heading out of the room.
“Did you change your shirt?” Y/n asked as Freddy entered the living room. She knew she was exhausted, but she could’ve sworn he was in a blue shirt when they left the hospital earlier.
Freddy blushed and nodded bashfully as he walked over towards where y/n was seated.
“Why-“ y/n began but cut herself off and laughed. “Oh,” she giggled realizing what must’ve happened when Freddy was changing y/c/n.
“I’ll get better,” Freddy promised as he sat beside y/n and took her hand in his.
Y/n calmly shook her head. “Sweetheart, I’m not worried,” she assured her husband. She quickly rested her head on his shoulder as he held her to him. “Is (s)he asleep?” She asked tiredly.
Freddy hummed a soft ‘yes’ as he pulled y/n closer. “We should get you to bed too,” he commented. When Y/n gazed up and over at him, he smiled at her. “The book says you should be sleeping when the baby is sleeping,” he explained.
Y/n grinned and pecked Freddy’s nose. “I love you so much,” she remarked.
Freddy beamed. “I love you too, my amazing superwoman,” he replied sweetly.
“Love, it’s alright,” Freddy said trying to stop y/n from crying more. “It’s just bedding, alright?” As he removed the dirty sheets from their mattress he gazed over at his exhausted wife. “Let me go get the laundry started, and then I’ll come help you in the shower, okay?” He offered.
Freddy’s heart broke as y/n simply cried harder. He knew part of it was surely her hormones and exhaustion after everything she had gone through in the last few days. But he was still worried about her nonetheless. “Love, ‘ey, what’s wrong?” Freddy questioned, sensing there was more at play than what he was noticing so far.
“I made a mess, and we’re both tired, but now I kept us from sleeping, and it’s gross, I’m gross, and-,” y/n rambled as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Woah, woah, woah, no,” Freddy argued gently. “Love, you are not gross.” “This is extremely natural. The doctor said this could happen, it’s part of the process,” he reminded y/n. He set the bedding aside for the moment and cupped her face in his palms. “I’m terribly sorry you have to deal with this, but you’re not alone. I’ll be here with you through this as much as I can, love,” Freddy promised. “There is nothing gross about this. Besides, as far as I’m concerned, you can make as much of a mess as you want or need, you just gave birth to our child, do you realize how incredible that is? How much with your body just went through?” He gushed in admiration. “You’re not gross, and don’t worry about my sleep, darling, I promise that’s not a problem in the slightest.” “Come on,” he whispered as he helped y/n stand and lead her to their bathroom. “Can you strip out of these clothes for me while I start the wash?” He asked.
When y/n nodded slowly, Freddy smiled warmly and kissed her forehead. He rushed out of the room to start the laundry. On his way back, he peaked in the nursery to check on y/c/n before quickly making his way back to his wife.
Upon entering their bathroom, Freddy noticed the way y/n was staring at herself in the mirror. She had taken her clothes off and was now just looking at her reflection with a deep frown on her face. Freddy shook his head to himself in disbelief before he walked over to her. “You look beautiful,” he commented casually.
Y/n shook her head. “Freddy-,” she began to argue.
“Yes, you do,” Freddy defended. “I’m still so amazed and appreciative of what you just went through,” he admitted. “And yet, you still look radiant after all of that. I’ll never understand how you do that.”
“Love,” Freddy sighed upon seeing y/N’s tears. He cautiously held her to him, rubbing her back slowly as she tried to calm down. When y/n stopped crying he could see her eyes were once again soft, he smiled down at her. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”
Freddy helped comb through the knots in y/n’s hair that had likely formed during her lengthy labor. He lovingly massaged her shoulders and muscles as he went about cleaning her up after the bleeding incident she’d had in their bed. He had always been careful with her; as if she were glass. But tonight he was extremely cautious around her hips/pelvis, only faintly even touching her just enough to get any blood off. Once y/n was cleaned up, Freddy helped her out of the shower and dried them both off. He led her over to the toilet for her to sit on while he dried her hair. But when y/n winced as she sat, Freddy quickly realized the hard surface was a bad choice. “Shit, one moment, love,” he said as he helped her back up. He rushed out of the room, only returning once he had her hospital bag. He helped y/n step into her postpartum underwear. He then set the folded up blanket on top of the toilet seat lid for a better cushioned seat. Freddy was pleased when y/n sat back down without as much pain showing in her eyes. He quickly blow dried her hair before putting it up for her. Freddy helped her off the toilet seat and back to their bedroom. He guided her as she slowly get into bed, each movement clearly hurting her. “I’m going to get your meds,” he said; hating setting her in such pain.
Just as Freddy had reached the doorway to their bedroom, the baby monitor went off with the sound of y/c/N’s crying. Freddy knowingly whipped his head around to look at his wife. “No,” he said, stopping her as she tried to sit back up in order to get out of bed. “I’ve got it!” He rushed out, slightly panicking. “Just rest, please,” he begged as he darted out of the door.
Freddy sprinted into the nursery and scooped their newborn baby up into his arms. He rocked the baby as he walked to the kitchen to grab y/n’s meds. He knew the prescription was not super strong, as the doctor said there was only so much y/n could take while breastfeeding. But, Freddy still hoped it would take the edge off and help her sleep. He very carefully held the baby to him with one arm as he picked up the pills and put them in his pocket before cradling the newborn in both of his arms again. The baby finally stopped its crying as Freddy whispered lovingly to it as he walked back to the main bedroom.
Freddy smiled at his wife as she watched him enter with their child. “Figured you might want to say goodnight,” he smiled, kneeling down beside y/n with their baby in his arms.
Y/n grinned and reached out to take the newborn. She held them to her chest as she sleepily gazed down at them. “Goodnight my little angel,” she cooed. As her eyes began to get heavier, she looked over at Freddy who seemed to have already noticed.
Freddy smiled and kissed y/n’s forehead as he took their baby back into his arms. “Pills are in here,” he informed Y/n as he turned his hip to her; the bottle of medication visible in his pocket.
Y/n smiled appreciatively and pulled the bottle out of Freddy’s pocket.
“I’ll be back with some water, don’t move,” Freddy said as he walked to their door.
After placing the baby back in the crib, Freddy hurried to the kitchen again to grab a water bottle. He filled it and made his way back to the bedroom. Upon entering, he quickly passed it to Y/n to have her take the pain medicine. He bent down and kissed her forehead before he went to his side to get into the freshly made bed. He scooted over and snuggled up to her, carefully holding her.
When y/n noticed Freddy’s resistant and worried touch, she leaned into him. “Thank you,” she whispered. Sensing his confusion, she continued. “You were absolutely incredible today, I’m really glad I had you,” y/n told him.
Freddy kissed y/n’s head. “Ditto, my love,” he whispered. He turned and ensured that the baby monitor was on before facing his wife again. “Rest my dear,” he advised, smiling as she willingly closed her eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” Freddy scolded as he walked into the living room and noticed Y/n was about to vacuum.
“It has to be done, we have people coming over in-“ y/n argued.
“I know,” Freddy nodded, walking over to y/n. “But, I’m doing it, you’re resting,” he said as he took the handle of the vacuum from her.
“Freddy!” Y/n exclaimed with a sigh.
Freddy simply shook his head. “No”. He leaned forward and kissed y/n’s nose. “You should know by now, I’m not going to lose these arguments,” he grinned.
Y/n shook her head back at her stubborn and protective husband. “That was when I was pregnant,” she reminded Freddy. “The baby is fine, me doing chores isn’t going to risk hurt them,” she promised warmly.
“No,” Freddy agreed as he plugged in the vacuum cleaner. “But, it will risk hurting you,” he argued, glancing up at his wife. When y/n sighed, Freddy moved closer to her. “You didn’t truly think my worry when you were pregnant was only about y/c/n’s well-being, did you?” Freddy shook his head in response to his rhetorical question. “I was always worried about you too, my love.”
Y/n closed the space between her and her husband. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his embrace as he held her. “I love you, Freddy,” she whispered against his chest.
“I love you, darling,” Freddy replied tenderly. “Now please, go sit your sweet little arse on the couch, before I have to carry you,” he scolded playfully.
Y/n giggled loudly and shook her head. “I’ll secede to not vacuuming, but I’m going to go check on y/c/n since the sound will likely wake them up,” she argued. “Plus, I want to change them into that insanely cute bear onesie you bought!”
Freddy chuckled happily as he smiled at the excited state of his wife. He nodded in acceptance, “deal”.
“Freddy!” Y/n squealed, coming out of the nursery, holding y/c/n in her arms. The hood on the bear onesie was resting just about their baby’s eyes. Y/n was smiling widely as she showed her husband how cute their child was.
Freddy smiled back and quickly took his phone out to snap a photo before asking y/n to wait so he could get his good camera. With his camera in hand, he ushed back and snapped a ton of photos; some of y/n and y/c/n, some of him and y/c/n, and then some of both of them and y/c/n.
Presently, the new parents had settled y/c/n on one of their blankets on the couch in order to get some photos of just y/c/n. Y/n was gently playing with y/c/n the whole time as Freddy took the photos of their newborn. As such, they did not hear nor see Freddy’s family enter until they were done with the impromptu newborn photoshoot.
Y/n softly rubbed y/c/n’s tiny little nose as Freddy put his camera’s lens cap back on. She smiled to herself as she looked up to see her husband. Only, she caught sight of a group of people behind him. Before she could even process the fact that she knew these people, she had leapt you from the floor and had y/c/n securely in her arms.
Freddy noticed his wife’s fear and instinctually threw himself in front of his wife and their baby. Once he realized that it was their family, he settled and slowly moved to the side. “Did you forget how to knock?” He teased; slightly.
“We did, honey,” Freddy’s mother teased. She slowly made her way over to the couple and gave her son a hug.
“We worried something happened to you lot when no one answered,” Freddy’s oldest brother, Tom, laughed.
Y/n smiled as she watched Freddy’s side of the family embrace and congratulate him. As they turned to her, so too did her husband.
“Not until you use some hand sanitizer,” Freddy ordered his family as he lifted up a new bottle from the table.
Freddy’s family smiled at his protectiveness and complied with his orders before they made their way to y/n and the baby. They all took turns holding the baby, the others talking to y/n and/or Freddy as they waited for their turn to greet the newborn.
Freddy had been watching his wife closely the whole time and realized she was feeling a bit emotional still and overwhelmed. So, he lead her to the couch, making the others follow. “Your mum should be over any minute,” he explained, having been the one to arrange the timing for everyone’s schedules.
Y/n nodded and leaned against her husband as she kept an eye on their newborn.
Freddy noticed y/N’s behavior and kissed the side of her head before resuming doing the same thing himself.
Both sides of the newborn’s family had hung around for quite awhile, even throughout the countless breastfeedings and diaper changes. It wasn’t too late in the traditional sense, barely having hit 5pm, but Freddy was exhausted and he knew his wife was too. So, he kindly asked everyone to leave so the couple could have some alone time with their little one before bed.
“There are just so many cute onesies!” Y/n gushed as she flipped through the collection of baby clothes in y/c/n’s nursery. “Not that (s)he’s not cute enough on their own!” Y/n added quickly.
Freddy chuckled and wrapped his arms around y/N’s waist, placing his head on her shoulder. “I think (s)he should wear the frog one today,” he suggested, eyeing the fuzzy green outfit.
Y/n hummed and picked up the onesie Freddy had requested, setting it to the side. “Frogs it is!” She grinned. She spun around and smiled as she moved in to kiss her husband. “Time to get this little one dressed!” She said walking to the crib.
“Can I?” Freddy asked quietly as he watched his wife approach y/c/n’s crib with the onesie in hand.
Y/n turned to Freddy, her confusion evident on her face. “What?”
“Can I dress them?” Freddy asked with a bite of his bottom lip.
“Of course, handsome!” Y/n reassured. She walked over and cupped Freddy’s cheeks. “Why do you feel you had to ask?” She wondered.
Freddy shrugged with a light laugh. “Sorry, it’s just all so new,” he explained.
Y/n smiled widely and nodded. “In a good way though, right?” She checked.
Freddy vigorously nodded. “Yes,” he promised quickly. “I love this new chapter of our lives,” He grinned.
Y/n hummed in agreement and passed Freddy the frog onesie. “So do I,” she agreed. She watched from the side in bliss as her husband gleefully and cautiously dressed y/c/n inside the crib. “They’re going to adore the frog onesie,” y/n complimented, “great choice, love”. She smiled to herself as she thought about how their friends would react when they came over in an hour to meet y/c/n and were greeted by an adorable little 3 week old baby in a green frog onesie.
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Note/confession: this was an unplanned fic that I’ve written to shamelessly offer myself some semblance of comfort (or as I told @ell0ra-br3kk3r , remedying me needing my Freddy fix after the events of my trip; which you’ll more or less read about below- except unlike y/n I don’t actually have Freddy to comfort me 😭)
Bite Me : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 2.3k wc, y/n is fortunate enough to be looked after by her wonderfully caring husband Freddy after her recent vacation took an unexpected turn. Fluff, hurt/sick comfort.
Warnings: not proofread yet, one curse right at the start, mentions of bug bites and bugs, mentions of bug bite symptoms and treatment (including prescriptions and other medical settings & topics), minor mentions of a small amount of blood (from scratching too hard).
“Fuck me,” y/n whimpered, her body feeling truly miserable. She had been on a trip with friends to several beaches over the last week and now she was covered in bites. Prior to being bitten by them, she’d never even heard of no see ums. But, that didn’t stop them from aggressively attacking all areas of y/n’s body.
Freddy frowned as he watched y/n twitch as she tried to restrain herself from scratching at the inflamed, red, aggravated bites. He’d been bitten by the particular bug only once before and only a handful of marks formed that time, but he still knew how terribly itchy the welts could be. He even recalled having wished to have been bitten by mosquitoes instead as no see ums are far worse. As such, Freddy felt horrible for his wife.
“We’re almost there, darling,” Freddy encouraged softly. He reached across the console to grab Y/N’s hand, his thumb cautiously rubbing the back of it while avoiding the multiple bites present there. When y/n hummed begrudgingly in response, Freddy gazed over at her and his eyes once again tried to scan just how many bites she was covered in. He’d tried to count them upon her return home, but she just wanted to sleep as she’d gotten in at the early hours of the morning today. Unfortunately, as Freddy suspected, y/n had only been able to get a couple hours of sleep before waking up due to the pain and discomfort. Therefore, he was now driving her to the urgent care clinic nearby to be seen.
Y/n had initially been against Freddy’s idea, feeling like she was utilizing resources that would be better used by others. But, after Freddy had made it a point to authentically count out each of the bumps on her right lower leg, she quickly changed her mind. Freddy had only counted the bites on the area between the base of her right knee and the top of her right ankle. Yet, his counting was cut off by y/n when he’d reached 146 bites in that area alone.
It wasn’t uncommon for no see ums to bite in bunches with multiple bites on an area. But, Freddy hadn’t seen anything like this before. He could only imagine the amount of bugs that had ventured onto her legs as they decided to make a meal of her. Especially when he realized it wasn’t just her lower right leg that was bitten countless times. Instead, Freddy quickly realized the bites also more than covered y/n’s upper right leg, all the way to her bum. His despair over her predicament increased when he’d seen that the red itchy bites had mapped all over both legs in the same manner, the fronts and backs of her arms from her hands to her shoulders, her neck, chest, and entire upper and middle back areas as well. As ridiculous and impossible as it was, Freddy wished he could’ve protected his lovely wife from such an awful occurrence.
Freddy knew he couldn’t reasonably expect to count every single bite, much less when driving. But, the simple fact that when he’d looked over to do so he’d seen her agony broke his heart. Freddy sighed as she clutched her hands tightly together to keep from scratching futilely at the marks. After stopping at the next light, he leaned over and pressed a sympathetic kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re miserable, but you’re doing so well, love,” Freddy encouraged.
Freddy prepared himself to try and convince y/n to take the vile-tasting liquid medication the doctor had passed her way. Only, before he could even open his mouth, she’d confirmed with the doctor the appropriate process and then promptly downed the cup in one go. In fact, Freddy’s suspicions of the severity of her condition were confirmed when she went for a second toss of the contents in the cup to be sure to not miss a single drop of the remedy. He brushed some hair from her face and handed her a glass of water to wash down the aftertaste, hating that was all he could do for her.
Freddy listened to the doctor’s advice very carefully, asking plenty of follow-up questions to ensure he knew how to best help his wife. He’d easily memorized that in addition to the liquid steroid medication she’d just taken, the doctor was prescribing y/n some very strong prescription antihistamines to take twice a day at home. Freddy had discussed bathing and showering restrictions with the provider, making mental note to not let her take anything other than a cold water bath or shower until the welts were resolved. He had to come to terms with the notion that y/n’s severe discomfort might not be fully remedied for over two weeks even with the treatment offered. Freddy hated that idea and wanted to cry when he saw y/n holding back tears over the thought of this lasting that long.
“Oohhh,” y/n whined, a sarcastic laugh exiting her lips after. “Gaaahhh, Freddyyyyyy,” she cried out. She shifted around in her husband’s passenger seat unable to get comfortable. “It, it iiiitttcchhesss”.
Freddy’s eyes flickered from the road briefly to look at y/n. He sighed deeply with a frown. “I know,” he replied solemnly. “But-, no darling, no scratching,” Freddy directed, pulling her arm away from her thigh.
“But,” y/n croaked, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how insanely itchy her entire body was. Not to mention, there was also this simultaneous burning sensation from the bites and she was exhausted from not sleeping. Y/n genuinely didn’t think she’d been that uncomfortable before without being in excruciating pain. “It itches so badly,” y/n pointed out weakly.
With his eyes turned back onto the road, Freddy took the hand of Y/N’s he’d grabbed moments before and brought it to his lips. He placed a loving kiss on the backside of her hand. “I’m truly sorry, darling,” he acknowledged, “but scratching, well, it’ll only make it worse”.
“Oh bite me,” y/n exclaimed, using her other hand to scratch her ankle aggressively.
Freddy sighed and shook his head. He understood her desire (to the extent he was capable of that is since her situation was far worse than anything similar that he’d ever had). But, he still despised the idea that she could be harming herself by doing so. As such, he tapped one of the few clear spots on her leg and lightly shook his head at her. “Besides,” Freddy murmured, opting for another approach to his response. “I’m afraid things biting you is what got you into this situation, no?” He teased playfully, earning an unamused glare from y/n despite her small whimperish laugh.
Y/n grimaced as the itchy sensation once again fluttered through her body from head to toe and back. She began rubbing her legs against each other in hopes of having the friction ease the desire to actually scratch the bites. Y/n knew it still wasn’t likely an ideal solution, but something had to give, and at least this way she wasn’t risking opening the welts.
“Darling, it’s time,” Freddy said as he entered their living room. He quickly passed y/n her favorite water bottle and one of her newly prescribed antihistamines. They both sighed in minimal relief as she visibly swallowed the pill. It was obvious they were both hoping the pill would start to help her discomfort soon.
“Thank you,” y/n said quietly. She set the water bottle down, a small smile forming as she realized her husband had explicitly cleaned her emotional support water bottle for her to use. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, noticing the confusion the sentiment made form on Freddy’s face. “I’m being difficult and whiny,” y/n admitted, “I know I am, but-“.
“Y/n, love,” Freddy coed warmly. He cupped her face; partially choosing that contact option because it was the only part of her body he could touch without further igniting the itching feeling constantly inside of her. “You can whine and complain all you want,” he said tenderly. “You’re in an absurdly unpleasant and downright desolate state,” Freddy frowned in sympathy. “You’re not being difficult by wanting to, or actually scratching, you are fighting the urge the best you can. I know that.” “Why don’t we watch something on the telly to distract you a bit?” Freddy suggested considerately.
“I am freaking miserable,” y/n said in a singsong voice. She laughed humorously as she slid her shorts back on over her irritated skin, restraining from scratching the bites. She heard Freddy’s sympathetic sigh over the faint sound of his footsteps as he made his way to their bathroom. Y/n turned on the sink faucet, groaning as she prepared to wash her hands with warm water for sanitary purposes despite knowing how much worse her symptoms would be as a result.
Just as the water trickled onto Y/N’s hand, she noticed a small bug on her left at the edge of the vanity corner. It was some small black bug, but that’s all she could tell from that angle. As such, she reached over and moved the decorative item that was blocking her eyes from determining what kind of bug it was that had broken into her home. Y/n quickly realized it was a tiny spider as it began dangling from a thin web against the wall.
Without hesitating or even thinking, Y/N smacked her bare palm against the bug. The realization of what she’d just done hit her instantaneously as she pulled her hand back and saw the squished black mark on the white bathroom wall. “I don’t fuck around with bugs anymore,” she declared thoughtlessly. Y/n didn’t realize how unhinged her behavior or remark were until she heard the way Freddy’s chuckles reverberated around their restroom.
Y/n swallowed thickly as she hurriedly washed her hands. She tried to hide her bashful expression as she spun to where Freddy was in order to dry her hands. Only, it seemed he’d noticed and it only fueled his laughter further. Y/n shot him a fake glare that quickly shifted as she burst into genuine laughter of her own over her actions.
“Bloody hell,” Freddy laughed. He snaked his arms around y/n’s lower back to avoid most of her bites. “I am absolutely enamored by you, y/n/n,” he confessed with an amused grin. “And, quite impressed, you not only didn’t ask me to kill the spider for you, but you used your bare palm to do so on your own and then trash talked it,” Freddy said as he shook his head.
Y/n giggled and cautiously rested her head against Freddy’s shoulder. She made sure she was positioned so that none of the areas of her skin that were covered in bites touched her husband. Not because they were contagious, as they weren’t, but rather to keep her symptoms from increasing. “Let’s not talk about that again,” y/n hummed bashfully.
“Oh, but, darling, we have to talk about that all again still,” Freddy argued playfully. He laughed lightheartedly at y/n’s exaggerated groan, knowing the giggles that followed it showed her true feelings over the situation.
Freddy gasped whisperingly as he entered the bedroom. He figured it was taking y/n too long to change into her pajamas, so he’d wandered that way to check on her and possibly offer some help. Only, it seemed her discomfort had intensified to the point she’d caved into the burning desire to scratch at the inflamed bites. For, Freddy had entered the bedroom to find y/n rapidly scratching any and all areas of her body she could get her hands on; her hands flying around as they moved between areas with aggressively intense speed and force. Yet, it was the already visible result of such actions that made Freddy uncontrollably gasp.
“Oh love,” Freddy whined quietly. He could only imagine how bad her body was feeling if she had resorted to painfully dragging her nails all over her skin in hopes of even temporary relief. Especially as she’d done so to the extent that several of the once red-from-inflammation welts were now red from the trace amount of blood that had begun to leave the now open bites.
Instead of scolding y/n for something he knew was a last resort effort for her, Freddy exited the bedroom and quickly returned with a wet towel. “Let’s clean these off with a cold cloth, yeah?” He suggested as he knelt down before her seated position at the edge of their bed. “Place your hands on my shoulders please, darling,” Freddy requested, planning on using that as a way to keep her from continuing to violently scratch at her body. “Perfect, thank you,” he hummed as he slowly brought the cold cloth to her bare skin.
Freddy took his time cleaning the blood from y/n’s skin. He had intentionally taken longer than was necessary because he recalled how the doctor mentioned a cold compress could help ease the inflammation and therefore hopefully the itching. It was only once Freddy had felt the cloth reach room temperature that he fully removed it from her skin.
When he heard y/n sigh quietly in slight disappointment, Freddy realized instead of ending the round of treatment, he should step up his game. As such, he held onto Y/N’s hands as they remained on his shoulders and lowered them to his chest as he stood. “Darling,” Freddy spoke softly before he kissed her forehead. “I’m going to draw you a cold bath, we’ll give that a try”.
Unfortunately, this went on for quite some time. But, Freddy never gave up on his efforts to ease y/n’s misery. And, no matter how bad it got, y/n was never able to feel truly desolate because she knew her husband would do whatever he could to help her. Eventually, things resolved and Freddy attested that he was going to be sure to remind her to pack & use bug spray for all of her travels even if he wasn’t there to apply it to her skin himself.
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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
3.2k wc
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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Reparations : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: Part 3/ Fluffy make-up conclusion to Catastrophic Blues. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.
Warnings: I advise you re-read (or read) parts 1 and 2/Catastrophic Blues and Hits Different first! Other warnings: reference to warnings of other parts including drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.
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Freddy’s breath caught in his chest as his tired eyes landed on her. He’d been walking around to clear his mind and was just returning to the apartment complex when the sight of y/h/c y/h/t caught his attention. He willed his now shaky legs to take him to her. His steps were nearly robotic, but he was still getting closer. Perhaps if he showed y/n he was willing to talk, they could work it out. Or at least he’d be able to know if she had moved on by now. That way he’d know if his longing was as one sided and futile as it seemed.
Freddy hesitated in his approach. Maybe it was best not to be the one to initiate the conversation. After all, y/n had asked for space. Approaching her now would not be a way of giving her space.
Freddy was about to turn around and walk away when he caught sight of something peculiar. He squinted and unconsciously took a few more steps towards y/n. She had emptied her garbage into the dumpster, but only tissues seemed to come out of it. Had she been crying? Thanks to his unconscious approach, he was able to see the trail of dried tear streaks on her cheeks from here. She had been crying. In fact, now that Freddy’s focus shifted off of if he should approach her and onto whether or not she was okay, he noticed several other details he hadn’t before. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun but was clearly tangled. Her lips were present in a frown. Her eyes were bloodshot. And the shirt she had on… He recognized that shirt. It was his shirt.
Freddy wasn’t even aware he’d made his way over to y/n until he heard himself speaking. “Is that my shirt?” He asked quietly, his eyes scanning her. What was she doing in his shirt? And why did it seem like she’d been crying? Were the two related?
Y/n gasped and spun quickly, her hip smacking the side of the dumpster as she unexpectedly came face-to-face with Freddy. “Oh,” She mumbled. She frantically fumbled around as she tried to clean her face and fix herself somewhat. She hadn’t expected to run into anyone while emptying her trash, much less him. Realizing her attempts were unsuccessful, she bit her bottom lip and stared at her slipper-cladded feet. “Let me go ch-… umm, sorry. Yes, sorry, it is. I’ll go change and set it by the door,” she offered, voice shaking in embarrassment. “Or, uhh, I can wash it for you first if you-“.
Freddy shook his head, brows burrowed. “That’s not why I was asking,” he admitted. He sucked in a painful breath when her eyes looked up and met his. Normally her eyes brought him such comfort and warmth. But the shimmer of unshed tears that were currently present in them broke his heart even further; which he didn’t think was possible.
“W-what?” Y/n squeaked in confusion.
“I don’t want it back,” Freddy explained, shaking his head lightly.
Y/n pursed her lips to keep them from trembling. “Oh, you don’t?” She nodded slowly. “Then… why-?”
“I…,” Freddy mumbled. He nervously licked his bottom lip. “I… I’ve dreamt of this,” he admitted breathily.
Y/n’s eyes widened and she took a tiny step back in surprise. “Y-you’ve dreamt of this?” She asked.
Freddy nodded. “Of seeing you again, yes,” he explained slowly. “Of talking to you, seeing some semblance of us,” he added, waving at his shirt she had on, “yes, I’ve dreamt of this”.
Y/n tried to steady her breathing. She couldn’t believe Freddy was here, talking to her. Much less that he had wanted this. Dreamt of it. Her mind was racing so much she couldn’t respond.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Freddy sighed. “Can I ask you just one question?”
When y/n nodded in acceptance, Freddy took a deep breath. “Why are.. Why did you choose to wear it?” He asked.
Y/n glanced down at Freddy’s shirt. “I.. actually, because I miss you,” she admitted quietly. His silence made her heart beat rapidly in her chest and made her queasy. She quickly spun on her heels to leave.
“Don’t you dare walk away,” Freddy rushed out. He shook his head, eyes pleading. “Not after saying what I have wanted to hear ever since that night,” he murmured.
“You… what?” Y/n paused as she faced him.
Freddy frowned. “Did you think I’d forget about us and just move on?”
Y/n broke eye contact and stared at the dingy dumpster. “I mean… you never came back,” she pointed out.
“I thought you wanted space,” Freddy defended.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” y/n pouted.
Freddy sighed. She had meant it, he knew that much. She didn’t need to lie to him about how she was feeling. “Y/n,” he frowned.
“Okay,” y/n mumbled shyly. “Okay, well I did… but I was wrong,” she argued.
“Y/n, I’m not going to force something upon -,” Freddy began.
“You’re not,” y/n rushed out, shaking her head rapidly.
Freddy looked away, unable to calm himself down while looking into y/n’s far too familiar eyes. “I can’t do this. No more beating around the bush…” He prompted, closing his eyes. “Do you not love me anymore?”
Y/n choked on a deep breath. “Of course I do,” she replied.
“Then we can talk this out, we-“ Freddy began to beg.
“F-Freddy, do you?” Y/n asked, cutting him off frantically.
“What?” Freddy questioned.
Y/n timidly met Freddy’s gaze. “Do… do you think you can love me again?” She wondered.
A small smile formed on Freddy’s lips. “Again would imply that I stopped.” Seeing y/n’s silent uncertainty, he hummed. “I never did. I just wanted us to work through this,” he stated.
“Not going to say anything?” Freddy inquired as y/n stood there silently.
“No,” y/n creaked.
Freddy’s brows furrowed. “Why not?”
“Last time I was this scared, I pushed you away and it ended,” y/n rushed out, looking away from Freddy.
“W-what?” Freddy mumbled, tilting his head to try and see y/n’s eyes.
“But, I also can’t risk agreeing only to have you leave again,” y/n rambled anxiously.
“Y/n,” Freddy cooed, “stop, go back”. He sighed softly. “What do you mean you pushed me away because you were scared …?”
“I …,” y/n cried. “Freddy,” she whispered, voice breaking.
“Can I…?” Freddy asked vaguely as he held his arms out in the shape of a hug.
“Yes,” y/n nodded. “P-please,” she whimpered, stepping closer to Freddy.
Freddy immediately closed the distance between then and took y/n into his embrace. Bloody hell, how long had he been waiting for this moment? He smiled lightly to himself when he heard her drop her garbage can to the ground as she gently rested her head on his chest.
“You were scared?” Freddy whispered in y/n’s ear. He frowned in concern when she nodded against his sternum. “About what? About living with me?” He inquired. When she simply nodded again in response, he carefully leaned back so he could look into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, we don’t have to-,” Freddy began to offer.
“No, I-,” y/n gushed. She shook her head and bit into her bottom lip. “Freddy,” she sighed, “it wasn’t that I didn’t want to… it’s just.. I was… s-s…”
“Scared?” Freddy finished for y/n. As she nodded and continued to stare at her feet, he used his thumb to tenderly tilt her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Of me?” He investigated worriedly.
“No…,” y/n trailed off, her head lightly shaking side to side.
“Then…?” Freddy pressed.
“Of me..,” y/n confessed quietly. She fiddled anxiously with her fingers.
Freddy stood silently for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “W-what?”
“I was sc-scared that if we lived together, I’d become too much,” y/n admitted with a sigh. “That you’d see something that would scare you away. That things would become too real and you’d leave, or-,” she began to ramble.
“Y/n,” Freddy hummed, tenderly taking hold of her hands to stop her fidgeting. “Nothing you could do, say, or show me, could’ve ever made me leave,” he attested.
Y/n nodded hesitantly. “That…That night..,” she mumbled.
Freddy sighed in regret. “I only left because I thought you wanted me to go. That’s the only circumstance in which I’d leave, is if that’s what you wanted,” he defended softly.
Y/n nodded. “I didn’t handle it well,” she acknowledged. “I did need… I needed a moment, but not… not this long,” she told Freddy.
Freddy nodded sympathetically. He hummed and delicately pulled y/n back to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No, I’m s-,” y/n protested.
“Mmm, we could go back and forth for hours,” Freddy hummed. “How about instead, I grab us some y/f/d from the cafe down the street, and we can talk this over more on where we want to go from here?” He suggested nervously.
“I’d love that,” y/n admitted as she smiled softly.
“So would I,” Freddy grinned. He pressed a featherlight kiss to the top of her head. “It’s a date,” he beamed.
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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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Hi!! Just here to see if you could write pin x f! reader (doesn’t rlly need to be f!) where is the scene where he passes out from being sick, but the other way around and it’s the reader instead. And like maybe the reader is super loved by the town and they’re concerned, but specially pin cause they’re dating. Totally ok if not!
Thanks i’m advance!
Fallen Low : Pin Hawthorne x Reader
Description: 6.6k wc, reader is Pin’s girlfriend and during her audition she passes out. Pin and the town rally to make her feel better.
Warnings: mention of hospitals, doctors, fainting, blood sugar complications, minor injury concerns, and related. But overall fluffy!
Notes: y/h/n = your horse’s name
“He’ll be here y/n, just relax,” Zoe reassured, rubbing Y/N’s upper back.
Y/N nodded but regretted it as her vision blurred even more. She took several desperate breaths as a tingling feeling set into her muscles.
“Even if not, you have to go out there, it’s your turn,” Mia remarked, gently pushing Y/N closer to Y/H/N.
Y/N closed her eyes as she tried to get her body to stop whatever it was doing.
It was like she didn’t have control over it; everything felt overwhelming and chaotic.
Her limbs felt tingly and heavy despite the spinning in her head making her otherwise feel as if she were loose and floating.
She could barely see through the fuzzy coating her brain was claiming was before her eyes.
Something was wrong, really wrong.
But, y/n was so confused and fatigued that she couldn’t place what it was.
She felt as if she was forgetting something, but couldn’t figure out what.
Y/N had gone over her routine countless times in the last 24 hours.
Mia was sure to check Y/N’s uniform for any imperfections.
The others had all offered her their encouragement prior to taking their seats in the arena.
Well, everyone but her boyfriend Pin.
That’s what she figured was causing this.
Pin was always there for her.
Or he had been.
But she hadn’t seen him today.
She knew he had work to do, and they’d had a disagreement yesterday afternoon.
But she assumed he would still be here.
He told her he would be.
Yet, he hadn’t shown.
Several of their friends had gone off to find him, trying to reassure Y/N that her boyfriend would never intentionally miss this.
While she was anxious and disappointed he wasn’t there to help, it was more than that.
The couple was always good at keeping each other level headed and ensuring they took care of themselves, even when things were difficult or important.
Perhaps if he were here she’d be able to pinpoint what was causing this feeling.
She was fairly certain she’d had enough water today; something Pin always got on her about.
Y/N couldn’t recall how much she drank, but Jade had brought her a water when these symptoms first set in.
Besides, she was used to anxiety; this was more than that.
“What she means to say is, you’ll do great, you have us here for you!” Susie smiled, resting a hand on Y/N’s arm as she took her place next to Y/H/N.
“Thank you, I’m just…” Y/N whispered breathily, feeling lightheaded, “whew… okay, we’ve got t-this, huh Y/H/N?”.
Gaby and Zoe cheered and nodded, pointing towards the arena.
Y/N mounted Y/H/N in a very atypically shaky manner.
Becky ran in, her hair covered in dirt and leaves, glancing up at Y/N and giving her a thumbs up as she caught her breath.
Pin was here?
Y/N felt her anxiety lower, but her symptoms remained.
She forced a grateful smile, but Jade, who Y/N hadn’t seen enter behind Becky, gave her a questioning look.
“Are you okay?” Jade questioned her friend, rubbing the muzzle of Y/H/N.
“Y-yeah, I think I’m just…” y/n mumbled, gripping the reins in her hands tighter.
“Pin is here, that’s what you wanted. Now, get on with it,” Mia huffed in annoyance.
Susie chastised Mia for that statement, reminding her of her own nerves moments ago.
Meanwhile, Y/N tried to focus on the friendly comments from the others.
But, she was having a hard time even hearing what was being said, let alone processing that information.
Y/n believed she mumbled a ‘thank you’ before signaling for her horse to start making their way to the arena.
Y/n instantly regretted the movement.
The even and rhythmic bumping of y/h/n’s trot that was always a relief, was now making her feel even less focused.
She wasn’t even aware she’d made it to the main center of the arena until she heard her name being announced.
Y/n moved her heavy eyes left, seeing what she believed to be a blurry Pin.
If she’d been able to see clearly, she would’ve seen the concern in Pin’s eyes; and the way his father, Ted, was holding him back from rushing over to her.
As the judges asked what y/n and y/h/n would be doing for their audition, she opened her mouth but nothing came out.
Pin shot a look over at Marcus, who had already turned to look over at Pin.
Neither one had seen her like this before.
“Miss Y/L/N?” One of the judges called out, the question echoing in Y/N’s head.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Y/N forced the words out of her lips.
Only, unbeknownst to her, the words weren’t audible or intelligible enough for anyone to be able to comprehend.
Pin removed his father’s hand from his chest as Ted had continued to hold him back from rushing towards the course.
Pin stepped closer to the barrier, his face etched in fear and confusion.
Y/N pleaded with herself to stop panicking, needing the spinning and shakiness to stop.
In an attempt to steady herself so she wouldn’t fall off, y/n squeezed y/h/n slightly with her calves.
But it was enough for Y/H/N to take it as a sign to begin.
As Y/H/N took off, the audience fell silent.
Y/N however could hear every faint sound echoing loudly in her mind, her vision now gone, brain only visualizing a blank space with static and pulsing sounds reverberating inside.
Pin yelled for someone to stop Y/H/N the second he saw Y/N’s eyes close, body starting to go limp.
It took Marcus a moment to realize she wasn’t closing her eyes of her own volition, rather she’d passed out.
Marcus rushed into the ring, right behind Pin.
But they weren’t fast enough, as y/h/n had understandably attempted to continue the routine and therefore leapt upwards to jump over a bar.
Y/h/n would have stopped earlier but y/N’s body had slouched forward some, which helped her stay on.
Pin shouted as he watched y/N’s feet slip out from the stirrups as her body went completely limp and she fell off of y/h/n mid-jump.
The whole fainting incident lasted less than one minute, but Pin saw it in slow motion.
Y/N’s eyes opened just as her body slammed into the ground.
Marcus rushed to guide y/h/n back to the stables while Pin dropped to his knees beside her.
“Hey, hey,” Pin panicked, his eyes scanning her for an explanation.
She blinked slowly at him, confused as to how she ended up in this position.
“No, don’t” he said, holding her down so she couldn’t sit up, “we need to figure out if you’ve hurt your spine first”.
She squinted slightly, wiggling her arms and fingers in hopes of fixing the numbness and tingling sensation in them.
“Do you remember your name?” Pin questioned, staring intently at her.
“Y-y/n” she answered, her confusion as to why she was being asked was evident.
Pin relaxed a little as he brushed some fair from her face.
“Why am I on the ground?” She whispered, gazing into his eyes.
Pin stroked her cheek, fingertips unclipping her chin strap as he held her head in his hands, “You passed out”.
She stared at him in confusion as she tried to understand what he was saying to her.
“Y/n, love, what happened? Did you feel something before it happened?” Pin questioned, slowly moving his hands as he checked the nerves in her neck and upper back.
Y/n let out shaky breaths as she tried to respond without crying.
She wasn’t even sure why she was wanting to cry, but she just knew she felt horrible.
“Shhh okay, don’t talk yet, it’s okay” Pin promised, “we’ll figure it out, you’re going to be okay..”
Y/n slowly moved one of her shaky hands to grab Pin’s arm as more people started crowding them.
Pin gave her a sympathetic smile despite his concern and kept checking her nerves.
“I - I don’t feel good” she let out weakly, “Pi-Pin, something… something’s… wr-wrong. Some-“.
He nodded rapidly, moving his hands to her face “I know babe, I know. I’ve got you. We’re going to help figure this out, I promise”.
Y/n attempted to squeeze his arm, but it felt more like a tap due to her frail muscles.
Pin looked up at his father, who nodded and pointed to his phone to signal he’d already begun calling for help.
Pin turned back to y/n and caressed her check, “do you want to try sitting up?”
She whispered a pathetic yes and dizzily began to lean forward.
He quickly supported her back, helping her to sit up.
“What are you feeling, y/n/n?” He asked, holding her up.
She squeezed her eyes shut with a small groan , “I’m -re-really dizzy, like… ver-verti-“.
“Vertigo?” Pin offered.
“Yeah” she whimpered, eyes watering.
Pin frowned, arching his body around hers so he could still hold her up in a sitting position but could look into her eyes.
“Y/n/n sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay” he soothed, his eyes checking her pupils for any signs of a concussion.
“It doesn’t…, I’m not…it doesn’t feel- it’s not…right… I’ve never-“ she mumbled incoherently.
Pin nodded, understanding that even if she had a concussion, that wasn’t what she was predominately experiencing.
He knew it didn’t explain her fainting suddenly.
But, given her hard fall, he wanted to make sure she didn’t get a concussion as a result.
“Okay love, that’s okay, you’re okay,” he rambled, “Here, head down towards your lap, yeah?”
She silently obeyed as he guided her to arch her back until her head was lowered, helping the blood flow easier.
“Is she okay?” Someone asked.
“Does she look okay Maddie?” Someone else responded.
Y/n squeezed her boyfriend’s free hand as she tried to mentally silence all the voices talking about her.
Pin’s eyes finally left y/n when Marcus began asking people to step back and stop recording.
His eyes turned from worried to silently furious as he noticed how crowded it had gotten.
He felt guilty knowing the crowd and voices he now picked up on likely made her vertigo worse and yet he was just now seeing it.
His mind had been so focused on helping her and seeing if she was physically okay that he hadn’t even noticed or heard the spectators.
His father sighed and tried to give Pin a look to signal for him to calm down, but to no avail.
Pin squeezed y/N’s hand once before briefly diverting his attention.
He glanced over Marcus and their friends who were trying to shield her so she could have space and privacy.
“Marcus!” Pin shouted over his shoulder in frustration; feeling slightly guilty for yelling.
“I know, working on it mate” Marcus responded as he increased his attempts to push the crowd of spectators back.
Pin took a stiff deep breath as he worked to keep his frustrations in check.
Once Marcus was able to get a few people to start moving away, more followed suit.
Pin sighed in relief before looking back at his girl.
“Hey, hey, head down, love” he said, frowning when he saw she’d looked up and over towards where he’d been staring.
She hummed in agreement as she slowly lowered her head back to her lap, trying to grip his arm to relieve the weird feeling in her fingers.
“I’m here darling, medics are on the way, just stay with me…, can you do that?” Pin asked, rubbing her back softly.
“Yes” she said, her right hand palming the ground as she tried to get rid of the sensation still lingering on that side.
Soon, Ted noticed his son’s concern over what she was doing and joined her other side. “You’re alright kiddo, just keep breathing,” he encouraged shyly as he held her right hand.
She let out a sigh of relief now that she had something to grip in order to make the feeling return to her fingers, ceasing the tingling sensation.
Pin gave his father a thankful nod over y/N’s back as he tried to think of causes. “How much water have you had?” he asked, looking towards their friends.
“She said she had some throughout the day, and I made sure she got a bottle when she started feeling off,” Jade informed him.
“You’ve been feeling off? For how long?” Pin asked, concern lacing his voice.
“J-just a.. bi-bit” she answered, wiggling her toes in an attempt to return feeling to them as well.
“Do you want a pillow?” Susie asked, seeing how y/n was craning her neck.
“Where are you going to find a pillow?” Mia responded.
“I don’t know, I-“ Susie argued but stopped when Pin abruptly stood.
Their friends watched in confusion as he stripped off his jacket.
He folded it up into a pile and placed it on her lap, adding some support below her head.
“Thank you P-Pin” she softly spoke, voice muffled by his jacket.
He nodded, “‘Course love. Shouldn’t be much longer okay?”
He looked over at his father who merely nodded and pointed towards the side door.
The medics had finally arrived.
Pin sighed in relief as he waved them over.
Marcus jogged to meet them and explain what they knew so far.
“Love, they’re here. Everything’s going to be fine,” Pin promised, squeezing her hand.
“Alright miss y/l/n, I hear you’ve lost consciousness?” One of the medics asked.
Y/n merely hummed in agreement as she felt a small bead of sweat roll down her forehead towards her nose.
“Keeping your head down was the right step to help, but I’m going to need to see your face now, okay?” The medic asked.
Y/n slowly lifted her head, Pin helping hold her neck steady.
He unintentionally let out a sigh of relief at how much better she already looked.
“She’s got color back in her face,” Becky said happily.
Y/n glanced at Pin, who merely smiled softly at her and nodded.
“Has this ever happened to you before?” The medic wondered.
“No, I- … oh… wow I’m sorry babe…” y/n said looking at her lap, “I didn’t realize I was sweating so much”.
Pin shook his head, not bothered in the slightest by the dark spot on his jacket, “I don’t care about the jacket darling, you’re okay”.
She gave him a half smile before looking back at the medical staff.
“This hasn’t happened?” The medic repeated.
“Not like this, I’ve… I’ve gotten some of it before but not this bad” she tried to explain, still foggy, “never fainted. Did I really faint?”
“You did love. I’m not sure why though” Pin informed her, his fear still running through his voice.
“Oh” she whispered, staring straight ahead, trying to make sense of it all.
“When this has happened before, albeit not to this level, what was the cause, do you know?” The man asked.
Y/n didn’t even hesitate as she answered, her voice showing she was clearly still in a haze, “my blood sugar.”
Pin froze, her blood sugar?
How long had that been an issue?
And why wasn’t he aware?
He could’ve helped.
The medic looked up at him for an explanation, and Pin felt even worse.
How did he not know this about his girlfriend?
What if she hadn’t woken and he couldn’t tell the medics how to help her?
“Do you have diabetes?” The medic asked.
“No” she said, blinking as she tried to focus back on the moment.
“Let’s test her levels” another medic suggested, getting out his pack.
“I have a gluc- a test thing” she supplied, unable to think clearly enough to form the word she wanted, “in my bag”.
Pin was even more confused.
How long had it been acting up that she had to carry a meter on her?
And why hadn’t she told him?
Maybe if he hadn’t fought with her the other day, she would have told him.
“That’s alright we have one here” the medic responded, reaching for her hand.
Pin’s father let go of her right hand so Pin didn’t have to release his hold on y/n.
As one of the medics cleansed her finger tip, the other continued to ask clarifying questions.
“You’re not diabetic? So what type of blood sugar issues is it?” The second medic questioned.
“Hypogly-“ she mumbled, groaning as she pulled her hand from both Pin and the medic as she began to hold her head, “hypoglce-“
“Hypoglycemia,” Pin cut in, concluding her attempted statement.
“Is it starting again?” Pin asked, holding her head still.
“I.. I'm just still dizzy,” she whispered.
The first medic medic interrupted and instructed, “Let’s lay her down, she’s less likely to pass out again if she’s horizontal.”
Pin frantically helped lower her to her back, then onto her side.
The first medic grabbed her hand and initiated a finger prick.
Pin shut his eyes tightly as he waited for the meter to beep that her results were back.
It was only a few seconds, but he felt them drag on and on.
“Bloody hell,” One of the medics huffed, dropping the meter and reaching back into his bag.
Pin squeezed y/n’s hand in his as the medic drew a bright orange case from his bag, withdrawing a needle and vial from inside.
“This will help for now, but you’ll feel a pinch,” he said as he dispensed the dose before leaning over her arm.
The medic inserted the needle and administered the medicine as the other checked her vitals again.
“Let’s head out, she's good to transport now” the man said.
Y/n squeezed Pin’s hand tightly.
“I’m not leaving you, I’m here y/n, I promise” he swore, squeezing it back.
“We’ll check in with you guys soon,” Mia stated.
“Yeah, good luck,” Jade added.
“Keep us updated “ Becky pleaded.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Pin’s father found his son pacing the halls of the hospital.
“What is it?” He asked.
Pin shook his head, looking up to see his father had arrived.
There was only room for one person in the transport, so Ted followed behind in his personal vehicle.
“They’re still running tests,” Pin mumbled.
“Okay, son, she’s alright” his father tried.
“She- she could’ve! She-” he panicked, running his hand through his hair, “why…? Why wouldn’t she tell me?”.
His father sighed, “I don’t know Pin. Sometimes people keep things private for reasons that aren’t related to us.”
Pin scoffed and shook his head as he continued his pacing. “I should’ve known, if I’d have known-“ he argued.
“Pin, even if you had, you couldn’t have stopped this” his father consoled.
“I might’ve if I was there. But I wasn’t.” he scolded himself, “I was too upset that she’d been focusing so hard on this that I didn’t even see what it was doing to her! Not to mention if I had shown up earlier today I could’ve made sure she was eating and drinking and-“.
“Pin, we don’t know that that had anything to do with it”.Ted tried.
Pin shook his head, “I ca-I can’t lose her”.
His father saw the well of tears in his son's eyes and frowned.
Ted squeezed his son’s shoulder, “I know Pin. But you won’t. She’s just on the other side of that door, she will be okay”.
Pin nodded slowly, aggressively scrubbing his hands across his face, “it was really low… I… she looked so so sick, even after she came to.”
Ted stepped closer, pulling his son to his chest. “She’s going to be fine. You both will. She’s going to need you though, so try to stay calm”.
Pin let his tears roll down his face as he nodded, “You’re right”.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Pin?” Y/n’s tiny voice croaked out as her eyes landed on her boyfriend seated beside her.
Pin sucked in a breath of air as his lips curled into a small smile, “hey love”.
“Ar-were you crying?” She asked, her hand squeezing his.
He gave her a soft smile and nodded, “I jus-… I was worried”.
She frowned and sighed, “I’m sorry”.
Pin shook his head, “I just needed to hear your voice and see those eyes.. you’re alright?”
Y/n smiled and nodded slowly, reaching out her free hand to stroke his sharp jawline, “I’m safe, and healthy again, I’m okay”.
He let out a breath of relief and held her hand against his face, kissing her palm, “Good”.
“I really am sorry baby, I-…” she sighed, sitting up.
Pin stood, moving closer to her head, “don’t overdo it, please”.
“I won’t. I just wanna sit up though” she promised, smiling at her boyfriend as he adjusted the hospital bed to allow her to do so.
Once she was sitting, Pin sat back down beside her, not letting go of her hand.
“I didn’t know I was going to pass out,” she whispered, looking at the IV tube in the back of her hand.
Pin sighed softly, stroking her hand with his thumb, “It hasn’t happened before?”
Y/n shook her head and gave him a small frown.
“But you have had blood sugar problems before?” he questioned.
Y/n sighed and nodded, “I get hypoglycemic crashes randomly. It’s not because of diabetes or anything. It’s just how my body is”.
Pin bit his lip as he listened to her explain, his mind running through any possibly relevant medical information he knew.
“Do you know why you have these crashes?” He asked.
“Not really. Hormones impact it of course, so does stress. But, stress increases one’s blood sugar so I shouldn’t even have had a hypoglycemic crash today” she groaned.
“Is that why you pushed through it?” Pin wondered.
“Maybe? I don’t know. I think by the time I noticed it was happening it was too late; I was already foggy and confused. I think the stress just made my confusion worse when I thought of other reasons for my symptoms” she told him.
Pin hummed and stared into her eyes as he tucked her hair behind her ear, “I should’ve been there”.
“Pin-” she sighed.
He shook his head, “If I had, you’d have less possible explanations to blame, and we could’ve figured this out together-”.
“Pin Hawthorne, stop. You were there when I needed you to be,” she said softly.
“No I wasn’t. I was selfish and jealous that you’d been spending time with Marcus. I know it was for training, but I still got jealous and we fought. I shouldn’t have let my insecurities impact us-” he rambled.
Y/n interrupted, “That’s not how this works, love. We talk about these things, we don’t let them simmer. Okay? You have nothing to worry about with Marcus; I’m in love with you and only you, Pin. Jealous or not, I was prioritizing my audition over everything else far too much. I’m sorry, but we’re okay now. Right?” She asked, blinking at him.
He nodded rapidly, “of course. We already were, I was just stubborn”.
She chuckled and smirked, “nothing new.”
Pin laughed and shook his head, “You’re not mad I wasn’t there? ‘Cause I am. Sick or not, I wish I’d been there”.
She squeezed his hand, “You will be next time. I’m just glad you are here now and that you were there when it happened”.
Pin nodded, leaning closer to lay his head on her shoulder as he took a deep breath, “I am too”.
“I’m sorry you had to see it, I’m sure it wasn’t … enjoyable. But, I was so scared, Pin. I-I…I… I’d never felt like that before and-“ she sniffled, resting her forehead on his head, “it was a lot. I didn’t know what to do. But as soon as I saw you it was like it didn’t even matter. Despite all the chaos in my head, I knew I would be okay, because you were there”.
Pin tilted his head back to look up at her, eyes watery as he gave her a smile, “I will always be there. Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
“I had it under control… or I thought I did,” she whispered.
“You told me I couldn’t hide things just because they might dampen the mood, I need the same from you, y/n/n” Pin requested.
“Okay” she agreed.
“Next time, if you feel it dropping at all, you call me okay?” Pin asked, thumb running across her bottom lip.
“Alright, I’m sorry” y/n told him.
He shook his head softly, thumb still playing with her delicate lips, “We’re okay. You’re okay. That’s all that matters.”
She hummed and pulled him back down to her, lips pressed to the crown of his head as he hugged her.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“How are you feeling now y/n?” Ted asked as he entered her hospital room.
She smiled softly up at him before looking over at her boyfriend, “I’m good, thank you sir.”
Pin shook his head, a small smirk on his lips, “You don’t need to keep calling him sir.”
Ted laughed softly, “He’s right. Regardless, I’m glad to see you both doing better.”
Y/n hummed, squeezing Pin’s hand lovingly.
Pin smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, pleased it was no longer clammy. “Any news from the doctors?” he asked, looking over at his father.
“Did they say when I could leave?” Y/n followed up, hoping it was soon.
Pin glanced at her and shook his head faintly in amusement before turning back to Ted.
“Yes, they will be in soon. And no, they didn’t say when,” Ted answered, sitting down in the chair at the opposite side of the room.
It was then that y/n saw the crowded countertop.
She raised an eyebrow in confusion, “What is all of that?”
Pin chuckled, “You had a lot of us worried, people wanted to share their support.”
Ted nodded, “There’s more at the castle, too. Pin suggested we start moving the new deliveries there so it would be easier when you are cleared to leave”.
Y/n smiled, nodding as she turned to look at Pin who was biting his lip.
“Honey, why the castle?” She questioned knowingly.
Pin blushed and rubbed his neck, “It’s away from everyone, and Arthur will be there to help me take care of you.”
Y/n smiled softly, reaching out to cup his face, “That’s not necessary, handsome. Very sweet, but not necessary”.
Pin pouted slightly, “I know it is probably overkill, but I’d really appreciate it if you would stay at the castle with me for a few days my love.”
Y/n leaned to the side, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, his hand finding her hair.
“I will, you know I’d follow you anywhere, I just don’t want you thinking I need that, or that life. I’m not with you because you have a castle or a butler, I don’t need that” she reiterated, peering into his eyes.
“I just need you, Pin” she confessed, tracing shapes on his cheek, “I don’t need a duke. I need my moody horse boy.”
Pin blushed deeply, delicately pulling her face back to his, his lips pressing against hers, “you have me, my darling. But, you are resting in the castle, it’s much warmer and safer”.
She giggled and kissed his nose before laying back against the hospital bed.
Ted smiled to himself as he watched his lovesick son and his son’s equally lovesick girlfriend comfort each other.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“So, in sum, your blood sugar was dangerously low,” the doctor explained, “but, it was a whirlwind of events that caused you to faint. While the blood sugar eventually would have done it had it not increased, you experienced what we call a vasovagal response”.
Pin pursed his lips as he closed his eyes, making y/n confused.
She squeezed his hand, holding it to her chest.
“Essentially, your heart rate and blood pressure dropped too suddenly. This is often caused by stress” the doctor added.
Y/n then understood why Pin was acting the way he was at the explanation.
“Pin, it’s not your fault,-“ y/n softly spoke.
Before he could argue, the doctor agreed, “Given the details surrounding the event, I must agree. While impossible to determine precisely the trigger, things like standing for too long, heat exhaustion, overworking or straining your muscles, dehydration, etcetera, can cause responses like this.”
“See, “ she argued.
Pin huffed slightly, still feeling as if he were slightly to blame; he could’ve prevented most of those factors.
“Now, take those factors and add in malnutrition and/or low blood sugar, such as you had, and it is easy to see how this happened,” the doctor said.
“What do we do from here?” Pin asked, staring intently at the man.
The doctor set his notepad to hand Pin a pamphlet, “Miss y/l/n must maintain healthy levels of blood sugar as much as possible and limit the factors we discussed. She’ll be just fine, but her body needs to rest for a day or two in order to bounce back. Should you feel faint again, lie down promptly to avoid losing consciousness again. Other than that, it’s unlikely to happen again if the factors are mitigated,” he assured.
“Thank you sir,” y/n said.
“Yes, thank you. Is there anything else we should know? She’ll be staying with us for the next few days at least” Ted informed.
Pin held up the pamphlet in his hand as a response to his father.
“That handout will discuss hypoglycemia management and treatment, should it drop again. Other than that, just ensure she rests, and it’ll be over soon,” the doctor answered.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“We should update your emergency contact while you wait for your discharge forms” the nurse instructed as she disconnected y/n’s IV line.
“Oh yeah, probably” y/n laughed, looking over at Pin.
“I called your mum, but it went to voicemail. I can try again” Pin said softly.
Y/n shook her head, “She’s probably still asleep.”
Her mother had returned to America after the summer but allowed y/n to remain.
Zoe’s mum had offered to check in on y/n and watch over her, even offering her a place to stay.
After much debate, y/n’s mom let her stay with them.
However after Gaby moved in, things became tense in the house between Zoe and Gaby; making y/n feel uncomfortable.
As such, she’d been staying at her late aunt’s house; the house her mother had traveled to the area to make arrangements with upon the passing of y/N’s aunt.
That’s how y/n ended up meeting everyone at Bright Fields, having joined her mother that summer.
They settled on keeping the house as it was important to her aunt and her mother found it a distant connection to her recently lost sister.
Y/n had begun to repair, with Pin’s help, the house upon leaving Zoe’s.
By now it was completely functional and safe, but that didn’t mean her mother would be pleased to learn of the change in her residency.
Nor did it mean Pin wanted her to be sleeping somewhere alone after today.
Even before today's events, Pin worried about her living alone as they were all still fairly young.
He tried to arrange for y/n to room at Holloway, since she’d declined to move in with Pin and his father, but she’d rejected that idea, saying Callum made her uncomfortable.
It had only been a few weeks, and she assured Pin and Ted that Zoe and Gaby would sort things out soon and she would then return to their home.
Pin nodded at his girlfriend, rubbing her hand.
“I see here that the last time you were in was nearly a year ago, in the summer…, and I show your mum is listed as the emergency contact. Is that still correct?” The nurse asked.
“Uh no, that wouldn’t be very useful,” y/n admitted with a small laugh.
The nurse nodded, “Okay, who would you like as a primary emergency contact?”.
Y/n stared at Pin, who blushed and smiled softly.
“Is there an age restriction or any other rule?” Y/n questioned.
“Yes and no. You can have whomever, but you will need an adult to agree with the discharge plans,” the nurse explained.
She glanced over at Ted.
Ted nodded kindly, “Of course. You can list me, or I have Maggie’s number if you want to put her.”
Pin smiled at his father over y/N’s shoulder in appreciation.
“Thank you, s-Ted” y/n chuckled, “I’ll put Pin and you down, then”.
Pin blushed and kissed her hand, honored to be chosen.
Ted nodded and helped the nurse update the contact information.
“You didn’t need to do that love,” Pin whispered, playing with her hair.
“I know, but I trust you two the most. And I want you there if something were to happen. I’d need you” she shyly admitted.
Pin chuckled softly, tilting her head up so he could place a tender kiss on her lips.
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“I know it’s been a lot today,” Pin whispered as he guided her to the main bedroom of his castle, “and I don’t want you to feel like this is me pressuring you into staying here, or like I see it as moving in or anything, I just need to kno-“ he said, opening the bedroom door.
“Pin, babe,” she smiled, bracing his bicep, “it’s okay. I don’t feel pressured. And I’m glad to know I have you here with me”.
Pin blushed and nodded, grabbing her hand as he pulled her inside.
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“Pin” y/n giggled trying to grab his hand as he continued to fluff her pillows.
“Pin, Pin, honey, hey, come here,” she said, pulling at his wrist, “sit down.”
Pin complied, sitting next to y/n and brushing hair from her forehead, “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I think you’ve poked and prodded those pillows enough, just come lay down with me, hmm?” She asked.
Pin smiled and blushed, “In a moment darling, I need to grab a few things.”
Y/n pouted but nodded, letting Pin tuck her back under the blankets before he excused himself.
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“Is that Elvis I hear?” Y/n asked, looking across the room at the window as Pin entered.
“Elvis and y/h/n, yes” pin answered, setting a tray on the bedside table.
“Is (s)he okay?” Y/n pondered, “I didn’t even think to check on him/her, (s)he's pro-“.
Pin shushed her kindly, “Darling, don’t fret. Y/h/n is perfectly fine. Tomorrow morning we can walk out and see him/her, let him/her know you’re okay too”.
Y/n hummed and smiled over at him as she looked away from the window.
“What’s all of that?” She questioned, eyes scanning the variety of items he’d brought in.
“Arthur made some tea, he’s much better at it than I am,” Pin chuckled shyly, “but I also got you some water and these lollies should help if your levels drop.”
Y/n smiled and nodded, “That sounds perfect thank you, handsome.”
Pin blushed, “My dad went to get some more test strips to check your levels since your kit was running low, and Arthur is working on dinner.”
She grabbed his hand, “Thank you for managing all of that. Now, your highness, please join your girlfriend as she’s in need of cuddles.”
Pin blushed and gave her a soft glare, “Don’t call me that.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Fine, but I do need cuddles.”
Pin grinned and slid in next to her, “Anything for you.”
“Please miss y/l/n, stop thanking me,” Arthur requested as he cleared her and Pin’s plates from the dinner he’d brought them.
Y/n bit her lip and nodded, snuggling into Pins arms as the butler left.
“How are you feeling y/n?” Pin asked, looking down at her as she rested against his chest.
“Sleepy, but in a good way,” she explained as she saw Pin begin to panic.
“Are you wanting to sleep?” he wondered.
She nodded, sinking down under the covers more.
“Did you want to change first?” he asked, pointing towards the closet where Arthur had hung the clothes Ted picked up from her house earlier.
She shook her head with a yawn, but then paused, “Wait, a sweater sounds nice.”
Pin nodded and promptly raised from the bed, heading to grab the sweater.
“Better?” he asked as she sipped on some tea, her hands now covered by the sweater material.
“Much” she sighed as she set the tea back down, a smile on her lips.
Pin grinned, pleased she was doing better.
“Good, now it’s time for you to rest,” Pin said, pulling the blanket up to her chest.
“Aren’t you staying in here with me?” she asked quietly.
Pin blushed and rubbed his neck.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted- yeah, of course.” He smiled.
She beamed and snuggled back into him as he laid beside her, “My moody horse boy.”
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“Nope,” Pin laughed, shaking his head.
Y/n frowned. “Why not?”
“We said relaxing and low stress activities, love,” he reminded her.
She nodded, “I could read for a bit, but I didn’t think to have Ted grab my book when he stopped by my house”.
Pin hummed and kissed the top of her head.
“I can check the castle’s library, or there are plenty of letters addressed to you that you could read.” He offered.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
Pin nodded and laughed, “I told you, the whole town was concerned. They started sending them to the stables where my father picked them up. Want to see them?”
She nodded and pulled the blanket into her lap as she adjusted her posture.
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“These are so sweet” y/n whispered, holding yet another kind letter up for her boyfriend to read.
Pin smiled as he quickly read the note, his attention more on y/N’s happiness than the letter itself.
“They love you, “ he said, rubbing her arms.
She shook her head shyly, “I didn’t even finish my audition.”
Pin kissed her ear, “Doesn’t matter. They know how talented you are. And more importantly, they know that you have a huge heart.”
Y/n blinked up at him through her eyelashes, “Thank you, Pin”.
He hummed, kissing her nose, “I know you’re disappointed with the outcome, but I’m sure you’ll get it next year. What’s important to me - and the town, clearly - is that you’re okay”.
She turned in his arms, moving until she was straddling him.
“I am Pin, and it’s because of you. I'm sorry I worried you so much, but I appreciate you taking care of me” y/n whispered.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day the couple went on a short ride around the castle’s yard.
She’d barely tied y/h/n to the post when she felt arms around her.
Y/n smiled to herself and turned around, wrapping hers around Pin in response.
“Hey what’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the glassy look in Pin’s eyes.
He shook his head with a dorky smile of his lips, “I love you, you know that?”.
Y/n giggled, pulling him in for a kiss “Yes Pin, of course I know that. It’s be impossible not to,” she said as they parted, “I love you too”.
“No more close calls okay? My heart can’t take anything else happening to you,” he said seriously.
“Ditto,” she stated, pulling him back in for another kiss.
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okay what about freddy x wife!reader where she is also a part of the cast and they are always couple goals and everyone loves them together <3
Behind the Scenes Love : Freddy Carter x Reader
Freddy Carter x wife!reader , Freddy Carter x co-star!reader
Descr: SMAU, Reader is Freddy’s wife and part of the SaB cast and their coworkers love their relationship
Warnings: relationships dynamics including but possibly not limited to; kissing, flirting, etc.
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📸: @/freddycarter1
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freddcarter1: did someone say gorgeous? 😍
yourusername: stooppp I love you 🥹
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yourusername: I’m so honored! Thank you xxx 🤗
benbarnes: pleased to have you back😉
archierenaux3: blood relation doesn’t mean anything 😉😉
yourusername: @/benbarnes @/archierenaux3 hmm 👀🤔
sab_uk4ever: what does this mean?! Is she playing a character who will be The Darkling’s relative like Mal?!
amitasuman_: the fact Freddy was laying on the wet ground to take this photo 🤣 you two are too cute I swear 🥰
yourusername: isn’t he simply the best? 🥰
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yourusername: not sure how to feel about my real life relative and on screen relative bonding….? Kidding, ily both 🖤🎩
benbarnes: please, we all saw the way you were drooling over your husband’s smile 😌
amitasuman_: drooling is a bit of an exaggeration, but she surely is smitten ☺️
yourusername: am I supposed to be ashamed of that? 🤨
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lbardugo: rulers of their respective domains 🖤
sab_bts_: I’m dying! This iissss saur cute! 🙌
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freddycarter1: You do look pretty cozy, and cute 😉 xx
yourusername: you’re welcome to come cuddle between scenes/takes ☺️
benbarnes: My cloak is much more intricate
freddycarter1: Yet she still manages to outshine you 😏
benbarnes: If it wasn’t for the fact that I know I’ll always be a step lower than y/n in your eyes, I’d feel betrayed, xxxx
lbardugo: definitely looks super soft! Is it fuzzy?
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calahan.skogman: New goal: get yourself someone who hypes you up in comments on your own post
yourusername: accomplished via @/freddycarter1🥹❤️ & I will say it’s a great feeling
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amitasuman_: We could tell xxx
benbarnes: And I thought the most precious thing was watching Freddy break character in y/n’s presence, but the roles being reversed was just as heartwarming 🙌
lbardugo: honored to have the Carter family on our cast and crew team 🖤
cartersonsab: 🥹 OTP!
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yourusername: we always look good together 😘
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amitasuman_: this is very cute!
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freddycarter1: mate 😂 were you in the bushes to get this shot?
archierenaux3: no comment
freddycarter1: creep
benbarnes: 😂
amitasuman_: If you divs make them stop being so cute on set, I’m coming for you both @/archierenaux3 @/benbarnes
freddycarter1: Nothing could keep me from enjoying being on set with my darling wife 🤷🏻♂️
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freddycarter1: @/yourusername love you too darling, always; even if it means we have our own version of paparazzi now 😂 xx
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amitasuman_: this is so comfortingly aesthetic 🥰
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amitasuman_: I had to, you two are too perfect!
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freddycarter1: damn, we look good 😘 @/yourusername
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freddycarter1: * we
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archierenaux3: not Freddy himself participating in this contest 😂👌
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freddycarter1: Of course I do, have you seen her? How could I not take photos with her? 😍
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amitasuman_: even away from us lot you two are couple goals ❣️
yourusername: and you’re mine 😉❤️
freddycarter1: proudly, xxx😘
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Going the Distance : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 4.7k wc fic about Freddy and his long distance relationship with y/n. Fluff, slight angst (turned fluff) and some hurt-comfort.
Warnings: some angst, long distance relationship dynamics discussed, flirtatious comments but nothing suggestive.
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“I’m sorry….” Y/n whispered, blinking her eyes quickly to try and force her impending tears away. “I know I’m making this harder on us both…” she sighed guiltily as she felt her boyfriend Freddy cup her cheeks delicately.
“Shhh darling, you don’t need to apologize,” Freddy cooed. He sighed softly as he watched y/n try not to cry. As much as Freddy hated seeing her cry, he hated knowing she wasn’t letting her emotions out because of him even more.
“We knew this was coming…” y/n argued, shaking her head in frustration with herself. “I shouldn’t be….” she needlessly scolded herself. Y/n took a deep breath and forced her feelings down. “I’m fine,” she lied with a fake smile.
Freddy’s brows furrowed as he frowned lightly. “You’re not,” he argued, stroking his thumb over y/n’s cheek. “And I’m not either, but that’s okay love,” Freddy hummed. He stared into her troubled eyes wishing there was more he could do to help.
But there wasn’t, there wasn’t anything either one of them could do to fix this. At least not right now. They were in the London airport, saying their latest round of goodbyes. Something that had become a far too frequent occurrence.
Y/n shifted her gaze away from Freddy’s. “I don’t…I don’t want to keep hurting you like this,” she confessed, her eyes focused on the scuffed tiles of the airport flooring.
Freddy felt his body stiffen. His face blanched as he took a shaky breath. “Are… are you wanting to break up with me?” Freddy asked worriedly.
Y/n rapidly shook her head. “No, of course I don’t want to break up with you handsome,” she assured Freddy. “But I just… Freddy… I feel bad knowing I’m the one making this difficult. And I hate that it’s painful for you!” Y/n sniffed as she wiggled her nose in an attempt to not cry.
“Oh sweetheart,” Freddy said breathily, his eyes soft as he held y/n tightly. “This isn’t your fault, we both have reasons why we need to live where we do, even though it’s not together. For now.” He gave her a tender smile before pressing a short kiss to her forehead. “Besides, even though it’s hurts not having you close, it would hurt even more not having you at all,” Freddy explained.
“Really?” Y/n asked, her voice shaking slightly. She wore a weak but hopeful smile as she sniffled lightly.
Freddy nodded, resting his forehead against y/n’s. “Really,” he smiled warmly. “You're worth every mile between us, and one day, hopefully there won’t be any.”
Freddy yawned and ran his hand down his face as he entered his flat. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. He was trying to take advantage of every second he had with y/n before she left for the U.S. Y/n had to be at the airport for an early morning flight, meaning even when he had fallen asleep he didn’t get to sleep in very long. But, even as he yawned for the fifth time since entering his apartment only moments ago, Freddy didn’t regret it for even a second.
Freddy knew he’d have stayed up late and woken up early every day of his life if it meant more time with y/n. Their long distance relationship had been going on for nearly a year by now, but it was still hard. Worth it, but still hard. Each moment they had together was somewhat clouded by the fact that it could be the last moment they had together for awhile. Each time they had to say goodbye was a painful reminder that they didn’t have someone to come home to each night. But, the fact that they would both wait months, travel thousands of miles and cross oceans for each other was a testament to how deep their love was. They would both go to then ends of the earth for even just a few short special moments with the other. So even though it was hard, it was simultaneously fulfilling and rewarding.
Freddy opened his refrigerator to grab himself something to eat. He wasn’t even sure if he had anything in the fridge that he could eat, not having taken time to grocery shop while y/n had been here. He’d taken her out for each meal, wanting to make up for as many missed potential dates as possible.
As Freddy peered into the refrigerator, his lips curled into a blissful smile. His fridge was somehow stocked full; a variety of fresh produce, drinks, meats, and other foods covering every centimeter of the shelves. Freddy knew who was responsible before he even reached for the note placed at the front of the middle shelf.
“Freddy,” Freddy read the letter aloud to himself, his grin never leaving his face. “My love, I miss you already!” He spoke, mumbling a quiet, “I miss you too,” in response. “I knew you likely didn’t ensure you had enough food for this week, so I wanted to handle it for you before I left.” Freddy chuckled airily, biting his bottom lip.
“Thank God you’re a sound sleeper! Except, next time, you need to go to bed at a decent time Frederick!” Freddy shook his head at y/n’s loving scolding. “Nonetheless, last night after you finally fell asleep, I had Tesco deliver some essentials! You should find plenty of options here in the fridge, and some dry goods in the cupboard by the stove as well!” He shuffled across the kitchen to open said cupboard, his painfully large smile somehow growing even more at the sight.
“Please take care of yourself! I know you’re a busy man and have a ton of filming to do, but you need to make time to eat too. For me, if nothing else!” Freddy chuckled at the small winking face y/n had drawn on the note next to that line. “I love you Freddy, please eat and then get some rest before work! I’ll call you when I land,” he read with a soft sigh. “Yours always, -y/n,” Freddy concluded, setting the note down on the counter.
Freddy looked between the now stocked cupboard and fridge with a longing smile. His heart felt warm and steady inside his chest as he gazed at the latest loving gesture from y/n. She was always doing things like this for him and he couldn’t help but feel so incredibly loved and cared for, even if she was thousands of miles away. Freddy hummed to himself in bliss as he walked back to the fridge to grab breakfast as she requested he do.
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Y/n squinted at her laptop as she nibbled on the edge of her pen. She had been reviewing the same material for what felt like an eternity, but not getting anywhere. She desperately wanted to close her laptop, toss her pen and notebook in her bag and go home. But, y/n didn’t have a good enough reason to do so.
Y/n had no real plans tonight and so she’d decided to start on this extra task. Most people she knew were going out tonight as it was Valentine’s Day. But y/n’s boyfriend was still back at his home in London and she was at hers in the United States. While they had talked this morning and would do another call tonight, that was it. The couple normally talked twice a day, so that was nothing new.
Freddy hadn’t initiated any plans outside of their daily calls for today and y/n hadn’t wanted to ask about it. She was already feeling bad for not being able to spend the holiday with him, she didn’t want to ask him why he didn’t plan any virtual date for them. Besides, she had been too worried that her making such plans for them would make him feel worse about not being together today. She knew Freddy liked to plan their virtual dates, feeling like it was one of the best ways he could demonstrate his love for her from so far away.
So, her inaction meant she was alone tonight until her late night call with Freddy. As a result she’d started this mind numbing task to keep herself distracted until then. The last thing she needed was to open Instagram and see everyone’s Valentine’s Day posts with their partners. It wasn’t that she was bitter or jealous, she loved what she and Freddy had. She just missed him, a lot.
Y/n felt her teeth ache slightly as she unconsciously bit into the top of her pen yet again as she tried to reread the text on her laptop screen.
“Pens aren’t food, darling,” Freddy teased with a smirk. He stood behind y/n, his hand grabbing her now frozen one and took the pen from it. “Maybe you should actually eat some real food instead,” he suggested, waiting until her shock wore off enough for her to respond to his presence.
“F-f-,” y/n mumbled, closing her eyes as she savored the warmth of Freddy’s hand on hers. “Freddy?” She finally got out, turning her neck to look behind her. Y/n grinned with a gasp as she quickly rose from her seat. “Freddy!” She repeated excitedly, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend.
“‘Ello darling,” Freddy greeted, smiling down at y/n as he hugged her.
Y/n clung onto Freddy’s chest, tilting her head back to gaze up at him. “I didn’t know you were coming!” She admitted, her eyes tearing up lightly at the sight of him finally being before her once again.
“You didn’t truly believe I wouldn’t plan anything for us tonight,” Freddy hummed, “did you?” He moved one hand off y/n’s waist and moved it to her jaw as he raised an eyebrow playfully at her.
Y/n shrugged shyly. “I mean,” she giggled with another shrug, “I don’t know”. Y/n leaned into Freddy’s hand with a soft smile. “I know you’ve been really busy,” she said.
Freddy’s tauntingly raised brow lowered until both brows were scrunched. “Wait, really?” He sighed, feeling bad that y/n wasn’t seemingly expecting a surprise. He had hoped she had figured he would at least have something planned when he was set to call tonight. Freddy felt guilty that she didn’t automatically know he would never let the holiday pass without making sure he did something for her. “I’m never too busy for you, y/n,” he promised, leaning his head down toward hers.
Y/n smiled and bit her bottom lip as she hooked her arms around Freddy’s neck. “Mmm, I’ve missed you,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.
Freddy smiled back at y/n, moving his other hand up to her face. He carefully tilted her chin up before he closed the distance between them with a delicate kiss. “I missed you too,” Freddy said as their lips parted.
“Not that I’m not so happy to see you,” y/n smiled, pecking Freddy’s left cheek. “But, you know you didn’t need to fly all the way out here for Valentine’s Day,” she told him, feeling bad he’d felt he needed to go through all of that for her.
Freddy nodded as he hummed quietly in acknowledgment. “But, I needed to see you,” he shrugged with a smug grin. “So, I was already planning a trip to see you and figured I’d arrange it so we could also celebrate tonight together in person,” Freddy explained.
“So, I get more than just tonight with you then?” Y/n asked, focusing on the most crucial part of Freddy’s statement.
Freddy chuckled and nodded affirmatively. He could see the still wondering look in y/n’s eyes and smirked softly. “I’ll be here until the twentieth,” he said, answering her unspoken question.
Y/n tightly hugged Freddy. She wordlessly buried her face into his neck, her chin resting against his collar bone. Y/n felt her eyes prickle as she took in Freddy’s all too familiar scent. Oh how she’d missed that scent.
“Honey?” Freddy asked quietly. He could feel y/n’s warm tears as they escaped her eyes and trailed down his chest. “Why are you crying, love?”
Y/n sniffed as she tried to compose herself. “Thank you, ju-just,” she smiled, leaning back to gaze to at Freddy. “Thank you,” she repeated, reaching her hands up to hold his face. “Thank you.”
Freddy leaned his forehead against y/n’s as he smiled at her. “You don’t need to thank me,” He told her, tenderly drying her eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m doing this for me too,” he confessed with a small laugh.
Y/n giggled and nodded, her eyes not leaving Freddy’s.
Freddy lovingly rubbed y/n’s cheek with his thumb. “So, darling, if you don’t have any better plans, may I take you out for some actual food?” He asked, smirking faintly as he nodded toward the pen she’d been chewing on.
Y/n scoffed lightly as she laughed. “Even though you are making fun of me,” she playfully scolded, shaking her head. “I will never have better plans than doing something with you,” y/n complemented lovingly.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed with heat at y/n’s soft flirtation. “In that case, we should get going. We’ve got reservations in twenty,” he informed, moving to help her pack up her stuff.
“Reservations? How’d you manage that? Surely everything was booked ages ago,” y/n wondered, placing her laptop in her bag.
Freddy tsked and shook his head. He used his left hand to tilt y/n’s face in his direction. “I told you I’d been planning a trip, I didn’t say for how long,” he smiled widely.
Y/n let out a heartfelt sigh as she shook her head in disbelief. “Should I be worried how well you hid this from me?” She teased, accepting Freddy’s awaiting hand.
Freddy chuckled and shook his head at y/n’s joke. “Never,” He hummed. He lifted her hand up and kissed her knuckles. Freddy beamed down at y/n as she curled into his side as they headed out to make it to their dinner reservation.
Y/n held tightly onto the stuffed bear that Freddy had won her the last time they were together. Thanks to a brilliant idea of Freddy’s, the bear now smelled like him. She smiled as she buried her nose into the fluffy artificial fur of her bear, humming to herself.
When y/n mentioned missing Freddy badly again, he mailed her a bottle of his favorite cologne; and requested that she send him some of her favorite perfume in exchange. He’d told her that he’d found the idea online when he was struggling with her absence not long before her confession of feeling the same thing. It had been a surprisingly more effective remedy than either one had expected.
Freddy smiled while he watched y/n through his phone screen as she cuddled her stuffed animal. He blushed as his grin grew when she quietly mumbled that she’d sprayed his cologne on it earlier.
Freddy reached and pulled the pillow from the other side of his bed closer to him. It was the pillow that was always placed on what Freddy had designated as y/n’s side of his bed. He bit his lip nervously before he confessed he’d done the same thing y/n had done to the bear to her pillow. However, his nerves dissipated when y/n beamed proudly and sleepily whispered that she loved him.
Y/n stifled a yawn as she sleepily made a cup of coffee. She was preparing for her daily morning call with her boyfriend Freddy. So as much as her body craved to crawl back into bed for another few hours, she refused. Y/n knew when she stayed out late last night that she was going to be tired this morning, but that didn’t mean she’d allow herself to break their arrangement.
As part of their long distance relationship maintenance, Y/n and Freddy had long ago set clear expectations about communication. They had settled on a minimum of two calls a day. Even though they were a painful distance apart, they both wanted to be able to start their mornings and end their nights together; in whatever form that would be. The couple loved being able to share their plans for the day during one call and then their daily highs and lows during the other.
Y/n and Freddy were in Time Zones that were 8 hours apart. This meant that what was y/b’s ‘morning’ call to Freddy was Freddy’s ‘evening’ call with Y/n. While the times differed depending on schedules, they’d never failed to make each call. It meant that even though there was not only a physical distance but also a time difference between the couple, they still felt connected to the other.
Y/n didn’t mind pushing through her exhaustion to be able to hear Freddy’s voice. She knew he’d done the same for her in the past. That’s just how this worked some times. Sometimes one of them would have plans that kept them out late or having to get up early and that meant the other would have to take the call at what was a less than ideal time for them. Such as today. Freddy had been scheduled to be working early on set, so he’d barely be making it back to his flat by what was 11AM for him but 3AM for y/n.
Therefore today’s morning call for Freddy, which was technically y/n’s evening call, actually took place in the early hours of the morning for her. But, that was simply how it went sometimes. Yet, regardless of what complications might arise, the couple stuck to their communication plans.
Freddy smiled sympathetically as y/n’s tired face appeared on his phone. “Sweetheart, do you want to do this another time?” He asked, feeling bad that he’d been able to get a full night of sleep but she hadn’t. He knew that due to his early work schedule today (where he’d gone in at 3AM his time to shoot some nighttime scenes) meant it was three in the morning for y/n now. He’d expected t this schedule and so he’d been went to bed at 3pm his time. But, that also meant their last call, what would’ve normally been his nighttime call had been at noon his time the day before (in addition to their call earlier 1am that day for y/n’s evening call at 5pm) which meant y/n had been up at 4am the night before too.
“No, I’m okay!” Y/n promised. “But, thank you handsome!” She laughed lightly as she lifted up a mug of coffee to show Freddy why she was okay doing the call so early. “Now, tell me how these nighttime shoots went! You said you had to rappel down a building?!”
Freddy laughed and nodded, getting comfy on his sofa as he rambled about his day on set. Once he finished he made sure to ask what y/n had planned for the day, being sure to schedule what would be her evening call at a decent time for her, even if it meant he had to get up at 3am again even though he didn’t have you be on set until much later; basically flipping the roles with her. But, it was worth it so he could hear about her day.
——
Y/n’s lip trembled as she held the beautiful bouquet in her shaky hands. She’d had a horrendous day today and couldn’t wait to return home and rewatch Shadow and Bone again until it was time for her call with Freddy. However, the moment she’d reached the top of the stairs to her place, she noticed a local florist had delivered a bouquet of her favorite flowers.
The only two people she’d told about her crappy day were her boyfriend Freddy and her best friend y/f/n. Y/f/n had offered to take y/n out for dinner to get her mind off things, but y/n had wanted to relax at home instead. So that left Freddy.
It wasn’t surprising for y/n to find flowers at her door from Freddy. He often would randomly send her flowers, as he said “just because”. And as much as she loved those wonderful surprises, this particular delivery brought tears to her eyes.
One of hardest things about a long distance relationship was not being with the other when something bad happened. It hurt the person who couldn’t comfort their loved one, the same way the person who had a bad day hurt from the lack of their loved one being present after to help them through it.
The random bouquets from Freddy were signs of his love and spontaneity. But, Y/n knew this delivery was Freddy’s way of supporting her from a distance.
Y/n wiped her damp face with one hand, the other gripping the flower stems. She pulled out her keys and unlocked her front door. Once inside, she dropped the rest of her stuff haphazardly as she cradled the bouquet. Y/n smiled as she breathed in the scent of the y/f/f.
The stresses of y/n’s day seemed to float off of her shoulders as she carefully set the flowers into a clear vase. She smiled as she stared at them lovingly. The seemingly simple gesture from Freddy (one for which y/n knew he would claim wasn’t “enough” but “would have to suffice for now”) had effortlessly turned her day around. Y/n carried the vase out to the living room, setting them right beside her as she turned on Netflix.
Y/n tried to focus on the show, but any time Kaz wasn’t on the screen, her eyes wandered to the vase beside her. Freddy’s rough voice he used when in character as Kaz Brekker, would momentarily shift her attention back to the screen; only for it to then shift to the flowers as soon as his character was no longer in the scene. Y/n couldn’t wait for Freddy to call so she could thank him for helping her. She hadn’t realized before that could become homesick for people too and she longed to at least hear his voice and see his unfairly gorgeous face even if it was through a screen.
———
Freddy laughed, covering his mouth when y/n teasingly glared at him through her phones lens. “Sorry love, ‘twas just cute,” he commented, holding his hands up in surrender.
“It’s not cute! I look like a raccoon now!” Y/n groaned, a small giggle breaking her façade. She used the edge of a paper towel to try and remove some of the mascara from under her eyes. “Stupid damn onions!” She huffed, fanning her hands in front of her still watery eyes.
Freddy grinned as he watched y/n, having abandoned his own task to watch her. They were finally in nearly the same time zone, but still a few hours and several thousand miles apart. Freddy had been ordered to travel to the United States again for some work, but he found himself being sent to the other side of the country from y/n. He’d been disappointed to have been able to be so much closer yet still not with her.
As such, y/n had suggested they have dinner together tonight since it was only a theee hour difference and not eight. She even added ths they could do the same meal to make it feel more as if they were eating together like Freddy had hoped to be.
Hence why they were now both cooking while on FaceTime with each other. Freddy’s rental for the few days he was in the States had only a small kitchenette, but it was enough to make himself the same dinner y/n would be making from the kitchen in her home.
“You’re a beautiful raccoon then,” Freddy chuckled, still focusing only on y/n and not the cutting of his own onions.
“I can’t believe you’re not even tearing up, that’s not fair!” Y/n whined. But her bashful smile let Freddy know she’d heard his flirtatious reassurance. “Are your onions fake?” Y/n asked.
“What?” Freddy laughed loudly. “Darling, I don’t think there’s such a thing as fake onions,” he said, shaking his head softly.
“This is really nice, thank you for suggesting this,” Freddy complimented before taking another bite of his dinner. He smiled warmly at his phone’s camera as his girlfriend held up as finger as she swallowed her latest bite of the same meal.
“Of course, angel,” y/n hummed. “Now, tell me, have you watched the latest episode of y/f/s?” She asked, a giddy expression forming as she tried not to rush into talking about the latest episode until she knew she wouldn’t be spoiling it.
Freddy’s heart fluttered at the adorable excitement on y/n’s face. He knew which episode she was referring to.
The show was not actively on the air at the moment, but they both had started from the first episode of the first season together and even though they were apart they kept pace with the other. They had a shared watch list on their phones’ notes apps to keep track of their progress with y/f/s and other shared shows and movies. The couple didn’t often have time to watch their favorite shows and movies at the same time, so this helped them not get too far ahead of the other despite having to watch it at different times of the day.
It wasn’t always easy to avoid the temptation to binge watch some of the shows and Freddy knew y/n loved y/f/s. So seeing the giddy face she was making just waiting to be able to talk to him about it, made him so happy. He was glad she so desperately wanted to share her thoughts with him about something she enjoyed. Freddy nodded with a smile, sitting back in his seat as he prepared for his girlfriend to begin rambling on about the latest episode of her favorite show.
———
“Every day I miss you is another day I fall harder. Missing you reminds me how much you're worth it,” y/n promised, holding Freddy’s face in her hands.
Freddy blushed and held y/n tightly to him. He was relieved she was still okay with their relationship being long distance. He’d become nervous that she might not want to continue this way after a friend of his had made a drunken comment the other night about how hard long distance relationships can be and that people just stay in them for the other person even if they want to end it. He knew he didn’t want it to end so if his mate was correct, he worried maybe that meant y/n did but just didn’t want to hurt him by saying she was tired of the long distance. But, her heartfelt response immediately cleared that worry from his mind.
“Thank God,” Freddy gushed blasphemously. “I love you so much, darling,” he murmured into y/n’s hair as she tucked her head into his sternum.
“I love you too, Freddy,” y/n replied, her voice softly muffled by his shirt. “And I promise, one day, we won’t ever have to ask each other if the distance has become too much,” she swore, rubbing her face against his chest sweetly.
Freddy glanced down at y/n lovingly before closing his eyes. “Until then, we brave the distance, together,” he hummed. “Because you’re so worth it, no matter how far.”
“No,” y/n said, shaking her head lightly. “We are worth it,” She corrected, interlacing her fingers with his.
Freddy beamed, his eyes still shut in bliss as he held y/n. They were still in the underground metro station, only having made it part of the way to his flat from the airport where he’d picked her up for the next few weeks. He could feel everyone’s eyes on them, no doubt judging their public display of affection in an otherwise less than romantic location. But he didn’t care, anywhere with y/n felt romantic in nature and he wasn’t going to waste a second not fully enjoying the time they had together until they inevitably had to part again for awhile.
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Hits Different : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 2.5k wc (including lyrics) set to the tone of If This Was a Movie by Taylor Swift. Part 2/Freddy's POV of Catastrophic Blues. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.
Warnings: I advise you re-read (or read) part 1/Catastrophic Blues first! Other warnings: drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.
Part 1 - Y/n's POV - Catastrophic Blues
Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there
Freddy groaned as he ran his hands down his face. Tonight was going to be another sleepless night. He’d been having far too many of those lately. Ever since the night he and y/n had broken up.
Freddy had found himself constantly clinging to the faintest of sounds in ignorant hope that maybe it was her. There was no reason for it to be. In fact, he should’ve been adjusted to the lack of her presence by now. Instead, it was like this dark void that he found himself drowning in day in and day out.
Freddy missed y/n like mad. He knew she wasn’t going to be around anymore. But, he couldn’t stop wishing she was. He couldn’t stop the way his breath would hitch every time he thought he’d caught a glimpse of her around town. She may not have any physical presence in his life anymore, but her metaphorical presence was felt heavily by him nonetheless.
I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinking 'bout everything we've been through
Maybe I've been going back too much lately
When time stood still and I had you
Freddy wiped his damp face as he shut the photo album. He carefully set the album on his coffee table as he threw his head back against the couch cushions. He wasn’t sure why he was torturing himself like this. It wasn’t like he even needed to look back at the photos to remember his time with her.
Freddy nevertheless found himself pulling out the photo album at least once a week. He found himself flicking through the pages of him and y/n as he nursed a beer. He still had the memories of each moment that was photographed in the album. But, they felt like just that, memories. Memories that felt so far gone now that he needed to be sure they were real. Whereas the photos were physical evidence that their love was real and genuine. So no matter how painful it was, he’d willingly sit on his sofa at night to pore over the photos.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
The role Freddy was cast in for his latest projects felt almost painfully derisive. He was playing the role of a man who had been reunited with the love of his life. It was a brutal contrast to Freddy’s own life at the moment.
Freddy had been certainly that y/n was the love of his life. Quite frankly, he still was certain of that. Only, there wasn’t anything he could to do repair the damage and close the distance between them. While he accepted the part he’d played in them having reached this predicament, the fact remained that the ball was in her court now. She had to be the one to decide she wanted a life with him. He wouldn’t force her nor beg her to choose him.
As painful as what she’d said had been, Freddy knew they could make it through all of that. If only she wanted to. If only she was as heartbroken as he was over their relationship ending. Then they could work together to make it through to the happy life he envisioned for them.
But if this was a movie, you'd be here by now
As optimistic as Freddy was over the notion that he and y/n could work things out, he couldn’t ignore the evidence that she clearly didn’t agree. Despite considerable time having passed since the initial rush of emotions that night, she hadn’t come to apologize and say she wanted to work through it. She wasn’t here fighting for their relationship, for their love. Unlike the romance film he was working on, this wasn’t the set or plot of a movie, this was just reality.
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms and our friends were laughin'
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to them
“Mate, it’ll be alright,” Max, Freddy’s friend mumbled softly. He knew his friend wouldn’t believe him, but he hated seeing him this heartbroken over his breakup. He carefully took the photo out of Freddy’s hands and set it upside down on the table. “You guys wanted different things, you weren’t on the same page anymore, it happens”.
Freddy nodded solemnly. Max was right about one thing. Freddy wasn’t sure when he and y/n changed in a way that drove them apart; but, they had. However, Max was wrong about it being okay. It wasn’t alright. Not now. Nor would it be; ever. Despite the pain he was suffering, Freddy still swore she was the one. In fact, he’d argue that his anguish was merely a testament to that. It wouldn’t be hurting this bad, for this long, if y/n wasn’t the one for him. If only he’d been the one for her as well.
Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me
"Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you"
Not before I knew how much I had to lose
Freddy sighed to himself as he slowly dragged his feet in defeat on his way back to his apartment. He’d ventured out to take a walk and hopefully clear his head. Or at least that’s what he’d say if anyone asked. Truthfully, he’d been secretly hoping that he’d catch at least a glimpse of y/n somewhere between his flat and the outside of their apartment building. His mind kept telling him it wanted to see her just once more. But, he knew even if he had run into her, it wouldn’t have been enough.
Freddy often thought back to the night before he’d cluelessly asked y/n to move in with him. He had been so naively happy and content. Her wrapped up in his arms as they cuddled after their date earlier that night. He hadn’t even contemplated y/n saying no, much less things ending between them because of it. He had no idea how much he had to lose. And by the time that he did, it was already too late.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
What Freddy wouldn’t give for a chance to fix this pain. For a chance to take y/n back. For a chance for happiness and love to once again be the focal point of his life. For a chance for him and y/n to be together again. But he refused to push her into anything; especially something she didn’t want. And she’d made it clear she did not want this life with him.
It was crushing to hear y/n say he was suffocating her by wanting to live together. It was singing he wished to never risk being out through again. That being said, Freddy knew he’d take y/n back in an instant if she knocked on his door and apologized. It was all he needed. It didn’t have to be anything dramatic, he just needed to know how she felt. Her apology would be the sign Freddy would need to hear to know he wouldn’t be forcing her to do something she didn’t want. But the apology never came. And neither did y/n.
If you're out there
If you're somewhere
If you're moving on
I've been waiting for you
Ever since you've been gone
“I want her happy,” Freddy mumbled drunkenly. He took another swig of his beer and sighed loudly. “No matter what,” he clarified. He leaned his heavy head on the pub table. “Jus’, would like it to be with me,” he added with a frown.
Freddy’s brother Tom sighed sympathetically. “We don’t even know it was her,” he pointed out. “She could be feeling the same way as you mate. You don’t know she moved on”.
Freddy pursed his lips as he tried to think through the haziness in his mind. Perhaps Tom was right. Maybe the woman Henry thought was y/n wasn’t her after all. Maybe it was her but the guy she was spotted with was just a friend. Like Freddy himself was now. Actually, that’s not true. Freddy scoffed out loud at the cruel realization his mind was forcing upon him despite his drunken state. He wasn’t her friend. Not anymore. So if it was y/n Henry had seen earlier today on the metro, even if the man she was with was just a friend, that was more than what Freddy could say. More than what Freddy now was to the woman he loved. The woman he had envisioned waking up next to. The woman he hoped he’d find himself spending his future with.
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just want to see you back at my front door
And I say
Come back, come back, come back to me like
Freddy groaned as his older brother exasperatedly shoved his drunken body back down to the sofa. He’d yet again tried to make his way to the door so he could exit and go to y/n’s apartment. Just to talk. He just wanted things back the way they were before.
When he woke the next morning, Freddy was sure to thank Tom for stopping him from going over to y/n’s. While sober Freddy too wanted things back to the way they’d been, he didn’t want it being done like that. He needed to give her the space she’d asked for, the space she said she needed. He couldn’t go to her. As much as he might want to. If only y/n felt the same way and would come back to him on her own.
You would before you said it's not that easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I take it all back now
Freddy regretted that night. Not just because he lost her. But because he hadn’t truly listened. Perhaps if he had, they could’ve escaped with just an argument instead of a breakup. Instead, when she tried to express herself, he hadn’t been truly listening; too caught up in his disappointment and hurt at the time. He hadn’t seen the signals that would’ve normally clued him in to the fact she was flustered and needed time to process things. If he could go back in time, he’d take it all back. More than anything he’d take back the way he’d reacted so defensively. He’d undo the damage he caused. He’d take back the way he reflexively stated that he agreed with the notion of breaking up. That he too thought they needed space. It wasn’t true then and it still wasn’t true now. If only he could take it all back.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
-
Is that the kind of ending you wanna see now?
Baby, what about the ending?
Oh-oh, I thought you'd be here by now, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Thought you'd be here by now
Freddy had given up hope. If y/n was going to come back to him, she’d have done it by now. But instead, he once again found himself alone in his flat as he laid in bed and stared at the ceiling.
Maybe it was naive optimism fueled by seeing or acting in one too many movies… but Freddy could’ve sworn she’d have been here by now. That they’d have figured it out by now. He truly thought y/n would come back to him saying she wanted to give them another shot and he’d eagerly take her back and promise her however much space she desired.
But, this wasn’t a movie. This was real life. His life. And y/n wasn’t here. It didn’t matter how deeply he believed she would’ve been. It had been a seemingly long time since their breakup. Surely if she wanted to be with him, she’d have been here by now. But she wasn’t.
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Catastrophic Blues : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: 5k wc (including lyrics) set to the tone of Hits Different by Taylor Swift. After their breakup, the beautiful color of Freddy’s eyes shifts to a painful shade -a catastrophic blue- for y/n now. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.
Warnings: drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.
I washed my hands of us at the club
You made a mess of me.
Y/n threw back another drink, the liquid not even touching her tongue enough for her to actually taste it. Not that it mattered anyways. She would drink whatever she had to for the chance to forget. To forget that night. To forget him. To forget what she lost.
Upon hearing about the painful breakup, Y/N’s friends elected to take her out to the club. They’d hoped to get her mind off of her now-ex, Freddy. Only, it proved unsuccessful. In fact, the group was beginning to worry that it was making things worse.
Y/f/n sighed as y/n signaled for another drink. When the drink was set on the counter, y/f/n pulled the glass away from her friend and passed it to their mutual friend to discard. “That’s enough of that, y/n,” y/f/n advised, nodding for y/o/f/n to grab the tab. “Why don’t we get you home, yeah?” She suggested, lifting y/n’s arm up to guide her into a standing position.
I pictured you with other girls, in love
Then threw up on the street
It took time for her friends to get her outside, but when they finally exited the club, y/n’s blurry eyes caught sight of a couple holding hands across the street. She frowned to herself as she watched them walk hand-in-hand. She and Freddy used to do that. Flashes of their past dates floated clearly into her otherwise hazy mind, making tears form in her eyes. They were never going to have that again. Their breakup also meant that Freddy would eventually move on. If he hadn’t already.
Y/N’s drunken mind pictured her ex standing in place of the boyfriend in the unknown couple across the street. As Freddy the man went to give his girlfriend a kiss, y/n heaved forward. She only even processed what she’d just done when y/f/n had pulled her hair back quickly and rubbed her back. Y/n wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to stand back up. She stumbled down the street, tears pouring down her face as the imaginary kiss replayed in her mind. After stumbling past a maximum of two cars, y/n found herself leaning against the parking meter as she threw up in the street yet again.
Like waiting for a bus that never shows
You just start walkin' on
It had been over a month since the breakup and yet, y/n felt like it had somehow been both an eternity and no time at all. She was stuck in a constant state of grief and regret. She’d caused this. She had always feared commitment. But, she could’ve handled it better at least.
Despite her friends’ attempts to get her mind off of Freddy, y/n couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. Not even tonight when one of her more intoxicated friends suggested she find a rebound at the club they were at. Hence why y/n violently shook her head ‘no’ despite the dizziness it was causing. “I don’t know if I can ever love again,” she mumbled.
“Who said anything about love?” Y/n’s friend laughed. “You just have to move on, this could help,” she argued breezily.
Y/n frowned. “I don’t think I will ever move on,” she confessed. She knew it sounded dramatic. But, she was adamant that nothing was more sincere. “I can’t stop loving him,” y/n whimpered as a tear dropped from the corner of her left eye. As her friends stared at her in silent but obvious pity, she took a deep breath. “I don’t think I want to,” she admitted, “even though it hurts”. After all, it was still Freddy. And if their memories were all she had left, at least it was something. Painful beyond belief, but worth it.
They say that if it's right, you know
Each bar plays our song
Nothing has ever felt so wrong
Y/n sniffled pathetically loudly as y/f/n returned from speaking to the DJ. She appreciated that her friend was willing to plead with the DJ to change the song he was playing to something else. Literally anything else. Her and Freddy’s song had been blasting through the club’s loudspeakers, the sound reverberating painfully in her chest as her emotional pain amplified.
It took y/n several moments to collect herself enough to notice that the DJ had seemingly accepted y/f/n’s request. Her mind had been far too occupied trying to muddle through the scenes in her mind; memories from when she was Freddy’s and he was hers. She desperately pleaded with her mind to box up the memories but it hadn’t worked. Only once the song changed did some relief start to creep into y/n’s drunken and disoriented mind.
As she noticed the song change, she deflated in her bar stool; no longer on edge. Only, she knew she wasn’t on edge over a song. Or even the memories that came from hearing the song. Rather, her misery was a result of the fact that those moments would never happen again. She’d never get to hold Freddy’s hand again. To caress his high cheekbones. To poke at his precious dimples. To cuddle with him. To kiss him. She’d never get to even spend time with him again. She could still love him. And she did. And she always would. But she’d never be able to be loved by him again.
Oh my, love is a lie
*Flashback*
“Just leave me alone,” y/n groaned, facing away from Freddy as she tried to keep from crying.
“No,” Freddy argued, moving closer. “We’re talking about this.” He sighed as he stood beside y/n and waited for her to face him. “I’m trying to understand, but-“.
“But you don’t!” Y/n snapped. She shook her head. “That’s the problem,” she explained.
“Then help me understand!” Freddy shouted back.
“Just forget it, Freddy,” y/n advised. Her stare was distant as she began to slowly turn to face her boyfriend.
“No,” Freddy replied angrily. “Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless,” he advised.
“This isn’t going to work,” y/n confessed firmly as she finally met Freddy’s eyes.
“What did you say?” Freddy questioned breathily.
Y/n swallowed thickly but kept Freddy’s gaze. “We can’t keep doing this.”
Freddy visibly froze, his mouth slightly parted. He shakily took a step forward after collecting himself. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice soft.
“I need some space,” y/n told him. Her fingers curled into her palms as she tried to keep her voice and attitude gentle. They’d been at this for nearly an hour now. He wasn’t listening!
“Space?” Freddy asked as he squinted at y/n. “As in…” he trailed off.
“As in space, Freddy!” Y/n said exasperatedly. “This is all too much!” She said in a whimper as her tears intensified.
Freddy huffed in offense. “Sorry, I didn’t realize me asking you to move after all this time was such a horrible idea,” he said sarcastically.
Y/n shook her head as the tears kept threatening to burst through the wall she’d put up and stream down her face. “Just stop,” she whispered.
Not listening to y/n’s request, Freddy continued. “We spend most nights together,” he reminded her. “I don’t see how making it official is a big deal”.
“I said I’m not ready!” Y/n looked down at her feet as her tears began to fall. “Okay?!” She whimpered, looking up at Freddy in frustration. “And if it’s not a big deal, why does it matter so much to you?!”
“Then what do you want?” Freddy asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “What do you want me to do?”
“To leave!” Y/n said, shouting the first thing that came to her tired and scared mind. This was all too much and he wasn’t listening. “Just,” she groaned, “this isn’t working”.
“Do you still love me?” Freddy asked, catching y/N’s gaze.
“What?” Y/n questioned, eyes widened slightly at the implication.
“I said,” Freddy began, scanning y/N’s eyes. “Do you still love me?”
“That’s not what this is about!” Y/n screamed in offense.
“Isn’t it though?!” Freddy dared, the volume of his voice marching y/n’s.
“No-“ y/n replied.
“We’re talking about commitment and all you want is more space,” Freddy said, cutting y/n’s response short. “Yet, you can’t even be bothered to explain why!”
“I did explain why!” Y/n defended.
“Not clearly!” Freddy yelled back. He shook head. “Just say it.”
“Say what?” Y/n groaned.
Freddy crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “What it is you need to say that you’re trying not to,” he explained.
“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked quietly.
“Just go on then, tell me,” Freddy nudged. “Tell me you don't love me,” he directed.
“Freddy-“ y/n began, a deep frown on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Just say it!” Freddy shouted, his own eyes teary.
“That’s not what’s going on!” Y/n pleaded.
Freddy blinked back his tears and shook his head. “Just be honest with me!”
“I am being honest with you!” Y/n protested. “For fuck sakes, Freddy!” She aggressively wiped her face. “This is too much!” Y/n repeated.
“How?!” Freddy argued back.
Y/n glared at Freddy. She’d explained herself already. “It’s suffocating! Okay?!”
“Us living together would be suffocating?” Freddy asked, his voice suddenly soft.
“Yes!” Y/n gushed out as she sighed. “I have my own life too Freddy, I need space,” she explained.
“You’re right, maybe we do need space,” Freddy hissed. “Alright,” he sighed, “I’ll leave you alone just remember this is what you wanted.” As his hand rested on the doorknob, he turned back to y/n for one last look. He shook his head, turned around, and left.
Shit my friends say to get me by
It hits different
“Do you think he misses me like I miss him? That he’s hurting like I am?” Y/n asked her friends. It was a question here and her friends often asked whenever one of them had been in a breakup. It was an understandable question. After all, if the relationship meant something, surely they wouldn’t be alone in their suffering post-breakup; so it made sense to want to know that, to seem that bitter-sweet reassurance that at least it was real.
Yet, as she watched her friends begin to offer the standard reassurance, y/n sighed. Y/n held up her hand and stopped them. “Scratch that.” She shook her head. “Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know,” y/n realized. As she thought it over, anticipating their “of course he does” type responses, y/n realized she didn’t want to hear that. She didn’t want Freddy to be hurting. Even though she was still deep in the painful rubble of their relationship, she wanted better for him.
It hits different this time
Y/n’s poor friends had no idea how to help her through this. She’d basically ignored every single response they’d given her since day one. It was beyond frustrating. But it was also heartbreaking. They didn’t know why their typical responses and attempts to help her post-breakup weren’t working.
Y/n knew her friends were confused and had seemingly run out of ideas for helping her. She didn’t take any offense to it. After all, she herself couldn’t figure out how to get through this. She didn’t know what she wanted or needed in this moment; other than Freddy. All she knew is the pain was different from anything she’d ever experienced and the normally comforting words of support from her friends didn’t hit the same. Everything was different after him.
Catastrophic blues
“Stoppp,” Freddy whined playfully as his cheeks reddened. He bashfully grinned at y/n as she continued to stare at his eyes; only now with a smug expression.
“I can’t,” y/n argued happily. She reached out with her left hand and brushed some off Freddy’s hair away from his eyes with a smile. “They’re just so blue,” she gushed.
Freddy chuckled loudly and shook his head against the pillow case under him. “Love, they’re just eyes,” he reminded y/n.
“They’re your eyes, Freddy,” y/n corrected lovingly. Her eyes hadn’t so much as blinked since she’d begun letting herself down in his ocean blue eyes. “They’re so pretty it hurts,” She mused.
“It hurts?” Freddy questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Y/n nodded lightly.
Freddy shook his head and pulled y/n to him. He placed a tender kiss on her lips. As he pulled back, he whispered, “well I don’t want you to hurt, love”.
Y/n looked at the photo she’d taken moments before that sweet moment, tears flowing down her face. It was almost poetic how much pain his blue eyes caused her now. Only it was a far different type of pain; a worse pain. A pain that only came with losing someone like Freddy.
I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost
Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw
Freedom felt like summer then on the coast
Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings
&
Movin' on was always easy for me to do
It was like the world had stopped turning that night. At least y/n’s had. In all of her past relationships, y/n had been able to move on with little difficulty when they inevitably ended. She’d have some heartbreak and sadness on occasion, of course. But, nothing like this. Nothing even remotely close to this.
Y/n was used to being able to just keep going, moving on in life, when things ended. The impossibility of that after her breakup with Freddy was painfully unfamiliar to her. He was in her mind even when there was no reason for it, even when he shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t have been this hard to let him go. Especially when it seemed it wasn’t that hard for him.
Y/n hadn’t had a real breakup like this before. In the past, y/n could just become more distant or even ghost guys in the earlier stages of a relationship. She’d never been as committed to someone as she had been with Freddy. That’s why she freaked when he suggested they live together.
Y/n knew she had never gone about ending things correctly before in her other relationships. But, she just hadn’t felt the need to provide them with anything more than that. But when it came to Freddy, she felt immensely guilty. He deserved better. Hence why she was currently seated at her dining table, writing him a letter.
While she didn’t plan to ever actually send the letters, y/n had begun writing her apologies to Freddy in them weeks ago. She needed to apologize for how she’d gone about saying she needed space. For having even needed space. For pushing him away.
Space and freedom was what y/n had wanted from guys in her past. So it naturally felt like she needed to keep that up this time around too. Only, now that she had the space and freedom she asked for from Freddy, she realized it was different. He was different. Things with him were different. That freedom she’d always enjoyed after a relationship ended, was now scorching her broken heart from the inside out.
And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar
Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)
Y/n glanced around remorsefully at her group of friends. They’d taken her out for drinks again tonight. Only for her to be reminded of Freddy once again through the weirdest things. Tonight it was the fact she swore their server wrote his ‘G’s the same way Freddy did. That was all it took for y/n to find herself back in her spiral of pitiful despair.
It was clear how quickly y/n’s sadness spread through her group of friends at the bar. They had initially all been laughing, singing, telling funny stories, and just having fun. Yet, as the tears rolled down their friend’s face, they too became infected with her sadness. Within seconds, the air felt different as they all silently watched one another with sad eyes as they sat awkwardly at the bar. Y/N’s heavy sadness from her breakup with Freddy always had a way of making the night glum and uncomfortable.
I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car
“Fredddy,” y/n whined to herself as she followed her friend outside.
“Are you sober?” Y/f/n asked. She couldn’t even be sure anymore if y/n’s crying was from a drunken state or just due to sadness.
“I’m finnnee,” y/n slurred, “just need Freddyyyyyy”.
“Alright,” y/f/n sighed as she took y/n’s phone from her hand. “Come on,” she directed as she and y/o/f/n tried to get her the into Uber. She sighed with relief as they sloppily got y/n into the car.
Y/f/n pinched the bridge of her nose in silent annoyance as she set the bottle of Advil beside y/n’s bed. Given how much she’d drank and her endless crying, she’d need it in the morning. She had already set a glass of water on the bedside table. After all, y/n had slurred Freddy’s name the whole way to get apartment so her throat was bound to be sore tomorrow.
Once y/f/n had ensured y/n had forgotten about her desire to text Freddy, y/f/n excused herself for the night.
I stopped receiving invitations
Tonight Y/n once again found herself curled up on the couch, hair tangled, pajamas on, and a show on in the background. This had been the trend for the past week. She was no longer being invited out by her friends. As much as it stung, she understood the decision. It was clear they were uncomfortable with her lingering pain and sorrow.
Y/n could pinpoint the exact moment her friends had given up on helping her. They had been over at y/f/n’s house for the night. Y/n had tried her best to be fun and not drag everyone down. But, when y/o/f/n and their partner came in and began cuddling on the couch, y/n immediately felt defeated again.
Since then, y/n found herself even more alone than before. Yet, the pain was the same as it had been the whole time. Sure, she missed her friends. But, that wasn’t even noticeable compared to the way she missed Freddy.
Catastrophic blues
“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Freddy asked, smiling as he looked over at y/n.
Y/n nodded shamelessly as she continued to stare at Freddy’s eyes. As he turned, her gaze shifted from staring at his eyes via his profile to staring at them head-on.
As Freddy noticed y/n’s dazed gaze, a blush crept up his face. He pressed his lips into a fine line, but his grin broke through quickly. “Y/n, love,” he whispered, taking y/n’s hand in his. “You’re staring,” Freddy commented gleefully.
Y/n’s awareness was brought back to the moment upon hearing Freddy speak her name. She quickly realized he’d caught her admiring the depths of his blue eyes. She bit her lip bashfully and buried her face in his chest, earning a loving laugh from him.
Y/n shakily set the photo frame back down on her tv stand and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand. She doubted she could ever even see a similar shade of blue ever again without thinking of him. As much as she loved those blue eyes, their existence was excruciatingly painful now. Those eyes would never only be looking at her again. At some point, someone else would find themselves winning the lottery; getting to be with Freddy and knowing those eyes were only for them. Y/n had lost that, and no reparations over time could ever fill that void.
I find the artifacts, cried over a hat
Y/n had made the mistake of trying to clean her apartment. It was necessary after having spent so much time wallowing in her own misery; leaving tissues and dirty dishes in her wake. But it hadn’t taken her long to realize that she’d not considered an important piece of what she’d find. It was going okay until she came across some stuff Freddy had left at her place.
Y/n knelt to the ground as she cradled the velvet hat and leather gloves in her hands. She unconsciously held them closer to her face as she curled inwards on herself. He must’ve forgotten them here after that night. Y/n could still remember how that night had played out.
A week before the articles appeared at y/N’s place, y/n had asked if Freddy was going to take anything with him when the season ended. She mentioned that she heard of actors taking things from their sets and was wondering if he’d do that for Shadow and Bone. Freddy had told her that he wanted to but wasn’t sure what he should take and asked for her suggestions. Y/n had mentioned Kaz’s hat, cane, and gloves. Freddy figured the cane would be too easily noticed when it went missing, but he obtained the other two. When he had them in his possession, he promptly brought them over to y/n’s. That night he’d demonstrated the magic tricks he’d learned for the show, the details of the gloves, etc. He even placed Kaz’s hat atop y/n’s head, chuckling as it tilted down and covered her eyes. It was a relaxed and fun evening.
When she’d seen the articles in the past, they’d filled y/n with a feeling of warm fluff. But now, y/n found herself trying not to sob as she held them to her as if they were a life source.
Cursed the space that I needed
“I made a mistake,” y/n mumbled to herself as she was scrolling through the photos of her and Freddy on her phone. She didn’t need space. She didn’t want space. She needed and wanted Freddy. She was just scared. Scared to get too close and let him in. Only, clearly she’d already been closer with him than she would normally allow herself to be with someone. Screw space, she would take the risk of feeling suffocated if it meant he would still be hers. Only, that wasn’t her choice anymore.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
Why the wound is still bleedin'
It had been months since the breakup and it wasn’t getting any better. People always said that time healed everything but clearly that was false. It certainly wasn’t healing this. Y/n was still struggling with the breakup.
You were the one that I loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
There was no other explanation as to why time hadn’t healed her at least slightly. No other way to explain to her friends why this particular breakup hurt so much. Y/n loved him. She knew as much to be true before the breakup. But, she hadn’t realized just how deep that love ran or the consequences of trying to live without it. She was in love with him. No one else but him. And she lost him. She had let him walk away.
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
The breakup altered y/n’s sense of time and reality. While life inevitability continued on around her, she felt stuck in the past. Stuck reminiscing on memories of Freddy. Stuck picturing the way his skin would scrunch beside his eyes when he’d chuckle or smile widely. Stuck reflecting on moments and experiences she’d never be able to witness again.
This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy
Freddy was it for y/n. If that hadn’t been clear before the breakup, it sure was now. Y/n had always hated books or movies where the love interest died or the couple had to drift apart. Weren’t movies and books supposed to be fuzzy and keep you from reality for a bit? It was always clear in these movies and books that the main character belonged with the main guy, so it was frustrating to see that ruined. But now, y/n personally knew how it felt to have the main guy in her life killed off. She’d done it. How was she to go on without him there? Why did she have to kill off the main guy in her life? Why couldn’t she have recalled how frustrated she’d been witnessing it happen to others and prevented herself from doing the same?
Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief
In the good in the world, you once believed in me
Y/n couldn’t even force herself to dislike Freddy if she tried. All of her memories were of how good he was. She had no reason to dislike him, even after they broke up. She was the one who made this happen; not him.
Y/N’s dreams each night were flooded with memories of running her hands through his hair as he stared lovingly at her as if nothing else mattered. And in that moment, nothing else did. She would dream about the way she’d always catch him staring at her randomly, him just enjoying her presence. Even when she couldn’t stand herself.
Y/n often believed herself to be far too pessimistic. While Freddy’s optimism helped soften that, he also never let her view herself that way. He always seemed to believe in her even when she didn’t believe in herself. Whenever the world felt too dark, Freddy would remind her of the good in the world.
But now, y/n was stuck in that darkness, alone. It’s why she often found herself sleeping most of the day. Only during her dreams was she wake to see him, to be with him. It was a Catch-22 given that sometimes she’d suffer nightmares over their breakup and the reality of her life now. But, it was worth risking that in order to see him, to be ‘with’ him for a bit; even if it was just in her dreams.
And I felt you and I held you for a while
You showed me what love really is, what it could be.
Thank you for everything,
Y/N’s tears dropped down onto the stationary as she signed her name to yet another letter she’d never send. She was feeling very lucky to have had the honor to be with Freddy at all. It was as if their relationship had been this magical, mythical thing. She still couldn’t believe he was real, that someone like him even existed. Much less that she had managed to be the one he chose as his. And yet, she let him slip through her fingers. No other mistake she made or would ever make could ever measure up to the failure of that night. But, by harboring some of the optimism she learned from Freddy, she could be glad she had him for at least awhile.
Bet I could still melt your world
Argumentative, antithetical dream girl
Y/n had always felt like the opposite of Freddy; in a bad way. But, during their relationship, he helped her see how she balanced him and vise versa and how he loved all sides of her. It helped her realize that she could likely still find a way to get him to come back to her. After all, even as she pushed him away the night of their breakup, he still tried to keep her. Plus, she knew all of likes and what worked with him. But, she couldn’t get herself to act on it. Y/n refused to force him into getting back together. He’d made his choice that night and each night since. And it wasn’t her. She wished it was, but it wasn’t.
I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway
Is that your key in the door?
Is it okay? Is it you?
Y/n froze as she heard the faint clicking of a key hitting a lock chamber. It was coming from the hallway outside of her apartment. Could it be? Was it Freddy? Had he just gotten home from set? How was he holding up?
Freddy’s apartment was just down the hallway from y/n’s, so it wasn’t impossible for the sounds she was hearing to be him. Perhaps she could peak her head out from her doorway and get a glimpse of him. Make sure he was doing okay. And maybe get a new scene for her mind to play in her sleep tonight. It would hurt to see him, especially since she couldn’t handle talking to him much less having to deal with the reality that she couldn’t just run down there and kiss him. But it just might be worth it to still at least see him outside of her dreams.
——
Or have they come to take me away?
To take me away
Y/n shook her head at the thoughts. She was truly going crazy, wasn’t she? So someone was unlocking their door… that didn’t mean it was Freddy. It could have been any other tenant in the building. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact she knew it wasn’t her own lock making the sound, she’d worry it was her friends coming to take her away. She knew they were still worried, and given their comments about how it wasn’t healthy to live down the hall from her ex, she wouldn’t be surprised if they had tried more desperate measures to fix her behavior. Such as making her move to an apartment building that Freddy wasn’t also living in.
Catastrophic blue
Y/n paused and stared up at the sky, tears in her eyes. She was taking her garbage out to the dumpster, but had noticed the way the sky was brighter today than it had been lately. The bright blue hue it held both drew her attention and simultaneously stabbed her in the chest. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as the blue Freddy’s eyes held; nothing was. But it was the closest she’d seen since the breakup; apart from literal photos of him. Knowing she’d never see it in the same way again, the hue of Freddy’s eyes could truly only be described as a catastrophic blue.
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