#i fell head over heels for him as freddie in

[rainbowcolored7]

Uh, whoops, I tripped and fell back into my Luke Pasqualino fixation again haha oh darn.

[calummss]

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requested by the lovely @zablife . thank you for being so patient i feel awful but i hope you enjoy

prompt this was always how it was going to end

‘What is wrong with you?’

‘What’s wrong with me? What the bloody hell is wrong with you?’

‘With me?’ You stopped strutting, stepping towards his face. ‘Me? Are you fucking insane?’

John reached out for your arm, his tight grip making it impossible to walk off, leaving you in his embrace that no longer gave you the same warmth it used to. It was cold and wet, cold and dark. All you wanted was to go home, eat the food your nan had made you and sip a cup of tea by the fireplace as she talked about her golden age. John had apprehended you as you sat inside of the Garrison, patiently waiting for Pete to show up but as the clicking of the clock continued to burn into your head, you had given up and pitifully ordered four shots, all burning the back of your throat and you wiped your lips with saddened eyes.

‘Don’t touch me,’ you tried to pull back, your heels almost making you trip every time you tried to get away from him but he was also the one that saved you from the dirty streets of Small Heath. John had loosened his grip, enough to get rid of the burning sensation on the skin of your arm. His eyes were dark, no joy, no tears, no pain; just soulless.

‘You are mine.’ He growled at you not caring for the people that eyes the scene in front of them.

‘You don’t own me!’

‘You’re mine. Stop going on these stupid dates. Do they know you’re married? That they’re committing adulterous acts against me?’

‘We divorced, John!’

‘There’s no such thing as a divorce, sweetheart,’ he inched his face closer to yours, his hot breath clashing against the cold air. ‘Til death do us part.’

Your eyebrows softened with the released tension of your forehead. Who was he? What happened to John?

‘Pete won’t come.’

‘Why?’ You asked. Each second letting his words settle, his grip on your arm slowly fading as you tilted your head to look at him. Legs barely supporting your weight. ‘What the fuck did you do John? What did you do? Where is he?’

‘Receiving the punishment any man should.’

‘What the fuck did you do?’

‘I shot him in the head and watched all of his blood spill next to him as I watched life leave his eyes, his breathing stop, as he looked at me and realised that the last thing he would see was me.’

You stared at John processing what he said. Going over every word he had just uttered, not realising that your shaking hand had made its way to your lips, anxiously pulling the skin. And then it dawned on you… ‘Freddie, Roy, Kennedy, Albert…they never showed up, they…never returned any of my calls…John, what did you do?…Oh no no no,’ your tears silently fell.

‘Do you think I share what is mine?’

Sobs

‘If you think it was ever going to end any other way you are a stupid girl. This is how it was always going to end. You can run as far away as you want. Date who you want. Kiss who you want. But I will always find you. And I will take back what is mine. Always’

[venbetta]

Night Light

Ven x Glam Freddy SFW Drabble (OC x Canon)

Beneath the cut

This tension was familiar to Ven, the way their blood froze at their heels as the heavy presence was upon them as they stood before their late master. His eyes probed her small frame, she remembered that horrible look he gave her when she spoiled the mission.

The clawed hand yanked her chin, and Ven gasped as her gaze was set on Ulysses, never having thought she would see him ever again. Not ever.

Despite their fear, Ven wriggled from his touch and recoiled, the demon stiffening from her defiance. The room shifted and flickered as Ven's legs pumped to escape from his deathly hold, Ulysses’ roaring for their return.

Not long after, his hard steps shook the ground beneath her as she ran through jello, slow and unwilling to move forward.

The corridor wobbled, and a door was barely in their grasp when a hand gagged them quiet.

A strained squeal uttered from her, kicking but met air. His piercing red glare tore through her, and just like his gaze, a dull searing pain gutted through her, Ven managed a horrible scream, clawing at his penetrated arm.

He struck her again, her torso bent and pulled, she could feel herself being split again, she expected to see gore but only for an inky substance to coat Ulysses’ forearm as he dug into her flesh. Flailing, Ven incoherently begged, even though there was no ounce of contrite in that demon's face…

Ven still had the robust to wail, only for the hall to close in on them. Or her own vision closing in, as she managed another shriek.

The air was dry in the room and Ven had become shrill, clambering upwards in a panic and grabbing for… something. She wasn't sure what. But a hard, yet warm pair of arms gathered her back and that baritone coaxed into her ears, melting away the cries.

“You are safe– you are fine...” He ushered, “I am here.”

Ven darted her eyes, seeking the demon that had her in the shadows of the space. I'm looking for those red dots that bored her. She fell to the foot of the bed, finding nothing but her and the mascot’s feet partially buried beneath the covers. The weight of the bed was heavy, that being due to having a large robot in the bed…

A rattling exhale leaves them, mimicking chills, but she was hardly cold. The room was dim, hardly lit by the moonlight leaking in through the shades, yet the artificial glow of Freddy's eyes created the effect of a night light. Something Ven never knew she needed again, believing them to be childish after having given them up for that reason… and most nights, she regretted getting rid of it.

“Everything is alright. Settle your breathing.” Freddy nudged into her temple, feeling her staggered breaths against his metal frame. The way her heart was racing, he would have believed she had run a marathon. Their body was still trembling.

“Breathe…”

Ven couldn't breathe, not properly, when her systems were overwhelmed with a terrible prickling sensation in her legs and a cramp seizing up her abdomen. Her eyes clamped shut, and she buried into Freddy's chest, trying to swallow any sound that left. Freddy felt her body flinch, and a wobble took over her throat. The imp shook as she unwounded in his arms.

“H…He kill– he killed me– he killed me a-again…” Ven gasped, in a horrible breathing state, “I was…he had me–”

Freddy wavered, “You are safe now. You are here.” Ven shook their head, but Freddy just held on.

He caught her instability, stroking her shoulders and lowering his palm to her navel. The pain was almost a phantom, Ven whirring from his touch, but Freddy didn't retract it. He kept it there. A soothing heat overtakes his palm, and he rests it there for her.

The room remained quiet with Ven weeping and gulping for air, Freddy's voice occasionally uttering solace. Eventually, Freddy rests Ven on top of his chest, letting them soak their tears against his metal exterior. His systems picked up her deescalating heart, and what was once a constantly thump became a legato beat. Sniffles were lessening, and ultimately, Ven became subdued…

“Do you want to talk about it?” Freddy asked gently, his voice vibrating his frame. Ven quietly shook their head, reduced to silence now. A sigh leaves him, resting his hand on her backside.

“I understand… When you wish to, I will be here to listen.”

Ven doesn't respond, only shifting to rest comfortably against him. Freddy noted the rise in her abdomen, unsure he wanted to mention this symptom; he recognized their cycle patterns, and it appeared that it was coming soon. Instead, he kept it to himself, not wanting to burden them with this right now. Their exhaustion was prevalent, and he just wanted them to rest.

“Let me know if this is comfortable, I do not mind moving if you aren't.”

After some shuffling and getting settled, Ven rested on their side, pressing their back to the bear's front. Freddy returned his hand to her navel, hoping to soothe the pain that haunted her. Before long, he heard deep, elongated breathing, and Ven was fast asleep.

All he could do was press into her tighter…

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[cellythefloshie]

;; Nu är det jul igen written for @mp0625 the hockey girlies fic exchange

Summary: You spend your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie Andersen. Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: It's a miracle that I was able to get enough time to get this one done! I was worried I was going to run out of time! Thank you Mara or taking the time to coordinate the exchange! It was a pleasure writing for you this year. Happy Holidays to all, I hope enjoy!

The scent in the air could only really be defined as the holidays. It was a whimsical mixture of sugar cookies, pine needles, and the simmering pot of citrus and cinnamon that you had on the stove. It was just like how it smelt back home at Christmas every year, but this year, you weren't at home with your family. This year, you were spending Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie. 

With the tight schedule, the National Hockey League kept, the holiday season could be lonely for some. Not every man on the roster had their family living in Carolina with them or could make one quick drive or flight out of state to see them for the few short days they had off. Freddie couldn’t fly home to Denmark. The 20+ hours of travel time made the trip unjustifiable. He would have to spend most of it in the air, losing precious time with his loved ones alone on a flight. And no one deserved to spend the holiday season alone. 

That was why, the moment you found out he was remaining state-side for the holidays, you canceled all of your plans. 

Your mother was more than understanding, although your father was wary as to why you didn’t just bring him home for the holidays. And you had half the mind to ask, but your relationship with Freddie was, well, in your mind, still new. The two of you had been together just over a year, but with his busy schedule, you found yourself apart more often than not. And while you were head over heels for him, and couldn’t wait to introduce him to your family, the last thing you wanted was to rush things. 

With little protest, home for the holidays became spending Christmas Eve in Freddie’s apartment. It didn’t have the same novelties of home, but the two of you had spent the day getting into the Christmas spirit. You had put on the simmering pot in the morning, letting its smell relax you as you decorated the apartment and put up a small artificial tree in the corner, complete with lights and ornaments. Then, the two of you made cookies together, and come sunset, the two of you snacked on a charcuterie board of cheeses, nuts, meat, and fruit while bingeing some of your favorite holiday movies. 

It was the last chance the two of you had to relax, because come Christmas Day, you would be conquering cooking Christmas dinner for yourselves for the first time. Which you didn’t even want to think about until morning. The giant turkey was all too intimidating for you as you sipped a glass of wine and watched the credits roll. A single hand fell to the remote, your thumb pressing the series of buttons to close the current movie and fall back into the holiday movie catalog on Netflix. Beside you, the couch shifted, Freddie getting up from his place beside you. And you didn't think much of it. Maybe he had to use the washroom or wanted to refill the bowl with some of the caramel popcorn you had made for your movie night. 

Freddie didn’t return with a bowl. No, in his hands he had a large box. It wasn’t something that came in the mail, none of those big brown packing boxes. It was nicely wrapped in bright red paper with a bow so large it spilled off the top of the box and hung down the sides. 

“I was going to wait until morning, but,” he started, his words perking you up with interest. 

If you didn’t have to wait, you weren’t going to say no. 

Opening your arms, you let Freddie settle the box in your lap. The sheer size of it left your heart racing. It wasn’t all that heavy, which gave you no clear indication of what may be inside. You hadn’t asked for anything too grand, either. Which made you all the more eager to open it. 

Fingers lipped the bow from the box, the sticker holding the ribbon to the box leaving a colorless mark behind where the adhesive tore away the color. Then, you tore at the wrapping, leaving it in large rips at your sides, removing just enough to open the box and see what was inside. 

The first thing you saw was a bouquet of daisies. Which made you smile. They were fresh, or as fresh as you could get them in the winter. Freddie must have just put the finishing touches on your gift before giving it to you. 

“These are gorgeous,” you smiled up at him. The two of you loved daisies. They reminded him of home, and it had quickly become one of your favorites because of it. 

“There’s more,” Freddie insisted, and you handed off the flowers to keep digging for more. Beneath the daisies was white green and red tissue paper and among it a series of other gifts. Your hands went to a smaller box fist. Inside, two crystal swans from Swarovski. Your eyes went wide as they rose to meet Freddie’s. 

He smiled and nodded toward the box. There was more. 

Then, unwrapped, a large bottle of akvavit and two glasses. And finally, an envelope. But as you reached for it, Freddie reached in with his goalie-fast reflexes and took it into his hold. 

“Hey!” you shouted playfully. 

“You will get it. But first, we drink. It’s tradition,” he explained with a grin, his hand wrapping around the bottle while he tucked the envelope beneath his thick thigh. 

The bottle opened with a satisfying sound, and he filled each glass halfway. Together, you raised your glasses, and each took one large gulp of the liquor that burned as it traveled down your throat. It was only when your face contorted from the burn of the alcohol that Freddie offered you the envelope again. 

Placing your drink down on the coffee table, you reached out and pinched the envelope between your fingers carefully. Whatever it was, he was just as excited for you to open it as you were to receive it. The gifts you already opened were just the precursor. In this envelope was the grand finale of gifts. 

It’s a beautiful card, with a snowscape. Green pine trees, and snow a glitter that left traces behind on your skin. But it was what was in the card that mattered, and they fell right into your lap as you opened the card. 

Two plane tickets to Denmark. 

You stared at them, your eyes wide and your jaw slacked. You weren’t expecting that, and he could see it all over your face. A laugh rumbled through him, and you could feel it as his hands found your hips to draw you into his lap. “I want you to come home with me when the season is done. Meet my family.”

A heavy breath shook you, his gaze raising to meet his warm stare. You had been on the same page the entire time but had always been too worried to ask. But he was telling you now. The two of you were serious. He wanted you to meet his family, and he could meet yours. It left you beaming, your smile reaching your eyes as you gave him an eager nod. Of course, you would go, and you sealed the agreement with a warm, simple kiss with both of his hands, cradling each of your cheeks as he drew you in. And as he held you there, he pulled back ever so slightly and muttered out a soft, Merry Christmas. 

[behoright]

smitten l f. andersen

shorty, would you join me for one night?

summary: freddie wakes up next to a lovely stranger, and he really can't remember how you got there.

wordcount: 3.2k

song: pretty kitten - dua saleh

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! smut and sexual situations. tw: unprotected sex (oops), bruises and hickeys, mention of partying, alcohol and hangovers.

a/n: barely proofread. wrote it today - ig I was in a freddie mood. to anon who asked about him - hope you like this!

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“Oh, my fucking head.”

Freddie’s eyes blinked open early, thanks to the lovely tension that wrapped his head tightly. It was so painful that he felt like even blinking made his temples spasm in pain.

It took him a second for Freddie to place himself in space and time. The last thing he remembered was winning the game, the Canes’ first stadium series game, and going out with the team. They all went to a bar together, or, was it a club?

That’s when things started to become blurry for him. Considering Jarvy forced everyone to start drinking in the locker room, he wasn’t surprised. 

Freddie wasn’t a huge party guy, but he had fun when it was called for. 

Not usually like this, though, he thought. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten blackout drunk. 

The pounding in his head and slight recoiling in his stomach quickly reminded him why. He laid in bed, his eyes still adjusting to his room, waiting for any flashbacks of the night before.

Nothing.

Thankfully, he recognized his room, a tiny bead of sunshine seeping through the crack in his curtains. He must have been really wasted considering that, from what he could see, he left the bathroom light on and his clothes were all over the floor. 

Even if he wanted to, Freddie felt like he couldn’t move. He wanted to grab a pillow and bury his head in it until he fell asleep.

That is until he went to reach over for one next to him and ended up grabbing…you.

Freddie’s heart jumped as soon as he recognized a head of hair on the pillow next to him, his hand retrieving dramatically. 

This, he really had no recollection of. 

He attempted to puzzle everything together.

At closer inspection, the clothes on the ground were not only his. Your purse and heels thrown half haphazardly on the chaise that sat in the corner of his room.

“Oh, fuck.” he chuckled. He hadn’t had a night like this in a while. In longer than he liked to admit. 

He watched you, mesmerized, as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes.

“Uh, hi. Good morning.”

“Hello.” you said, quietly, looking up at him.

Your sweet voice prompted something in the player’s head, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Suddenly, he had just a taste of memory from last night. Maybe… talking to you somewhere? 

He sighed, coming to terms with the harsh truth. He might never remember what happened.

“I, uh. I’m sorry.” he said, rubbing his face in his hands. “I, I don’t remember a single thing from last night.”

“Yeah, we were pretty drunk.” you uttered.

“Do you remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” you chuckled, watching his face light up slightly. “I remember enough.”

“Did we, um?” he asked, gesturing at the room. 

You could only nod, sitting up and covering your bare chest with his sheets. 

“Okay, that explains the, um, you know, the clothes and all.” he said, eyeing your body move under the blankets. 

Freddie quickly opened his nightstand drawer just to find, to his horror, his stash of condoms untouched. 

Shit.

Well, it was too late now to do anything about it, he thought, looking back at you. 

Who was this? Who was this beautiful woman, and how did she end up in his bed?

“I hope I didn’t, um, do you anything, that you didn’t…”

You turned towards him more, finding that worried gaze, shaking your head before he even finished.

“Oh, thank god.” he sighed. “I-, I was afraid that, you know…”

“No, no. I definitely came here of my own volition.” you said, putting your hand on his arm as reassurance. “The parts I remember were, uh. They were fun.”

“Oh, okay, good.”. Freddie looked down, blush spread all over his face. 

From what he could piece together, despite the growing hammering in his head, was that you were both almost equally as drunk. 

The rest was still unclear.

But you didn’t seem repulsed, or disgusted, or afraid of him, and that was a good sign in Freddie’s books. Because after all, even if he couldn’t remember it, that meant he had managed to get you naked, and it had felt good enough to disregard any use of protection. 

Drunk Freddie had great taste but poor choices, he thought to himself, before letting out a big, belly laugh. 

“This is so fucked.” he exclaimed. 

“I know! I never, really, do this, so. I understand.” you sighed, laughing along with him.

“Oh, fuck it.” he said, extending an arm to you. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his forearm around your shoulders, letting your head fall with a sigh on his bare chest. He obviously knew you were naked, but it didn’t hit him until he felt your soft skin come in contact with his under the sheets. A tiny spark went off in his head, the memory of the feeling of your body slowly coming back to his senses. 

“I can see why I came home with you.” he said. 

“Yeah?” you asked, looking up at him. “I’m not a regret? You’re not kicking me out?”

“No, no. Stay.” he said. “But only because I don’t remember anything. I need someone to help me put together what the fuck actually happened.”

“Oh, I see! So I’m only allowed to stay here for memory purposes only.” you chuckled.

“Absolutely.” he said. He thought you couldn’t tell, but it was quite obvious Freddie’s eyes had locked on your lips as you two kept the banter going.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think I remember much more than you. I don’t believe I’m going to be too useful in that department.”

“Perhaps I should kick you out, then. What am I going to do with you?”

“Right, right. Nothing. Maybe I should go.”

Freddie didn’t even let you finish the sentence before his grip tightened against your body, bringing your face closer to his. 

“You’re too warm right now. If I let you leave, I’ll get cold and stuff, so. I do need you to stay here. Cuddling purposes only.” he said, winking at you.

“I think I can be a good cuddler.” you said, placing your cheek on his shoulder.

“So far, so good.” he uttered, his gaze never leaving your face. “But maybe you could get a little bit closer.”

Your scooched closer, hooking your leg around his hip, bodies flushed and touching. As soon as your thigh met his hips, however, it was impossible not to feel his morning wood. 

“You’re hard.” you said, boldly, looking back up at him.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” he stammered. “Sometimes, you know, that’s awake earlier than I am. I’m really sorry.”. 

Freddie went to adjust your leg, attempting to move it away, before you stopped him. 

“No more cuddles?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he said.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay with me.”

“It, it might get worse with your leg, you know, moving on top of it like that.”

“My leg is on it, isn’t it?” you said, slowly applying a tiny amount of pressure. “Is it bothering you? I can move.”

“No, no, no, that’s okay.” he spewed out, perhaps a bit too hurriedly. “It feels kinda good, actually.”

“Oh, it does?” you asked, moving your leg up his length now, with more pressure now. 

“Hey!” he laughed, throwing his head back. “Come on, now. Yeah, yeah, that feels good.”

“I mean I’m just getting comfortable!” you chuckled. “I want to make sure I give the best cuddles, since this is why I’m here.”

He kept laughing, his chest moving as he threw his head back into the pillows, before finding your sparkling eyes looking up at him again. 

“Oh, you’re doing great. Yeah, those are…” Freddie’s voice lowered as he brought his face close to yours, the tip of your nose touching his. “...they’re great cuddles.” He whispered against your mouth before pressing his lips into yours. 

Feeling your tongue run down his bottom lip, Freddie parted his lips, letting you in his mouth and letting more memories play front center in his mind.

He could immediately remember first tasting you, the taste of you and the drinks mixed on his tongue as the cool winter breeze hit his face. 

You moved closer to him, your leg clenching on his hard cock, bringing him back to the present. 

Freddie pressed his hand against your cheek as he brought you somehow even closer as your kiss grew wetter and more heated. 

There was no fighting for dominance, your tongues lapping at each other, interlocking and twisting while your lips rubbed harshly the more turned on you both began to get. You were moving so smoothly, stroking his member steadily with your soft thigh, making Freddie ant more and more. It took one moan out of him for you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours. 

“You’re wet.” he said, his eyebrows shooting up as soon as your pussy sat flush on his dick. 

“Yeah, I mean, sometimes that’s awake befo-”

“Shut up!” he exclaimed, jokingly pushing at your arm. 

Now that you were on top of him, Freddie could see the evidence from the night before, along with how beautiful your body was. 

Marks covering your velvet skin, from your neck all the way down to your lower belly. 

He ran his calloused fingers down your abdomen, staring agape at the dark bruises that adorned your skin. 

“It was all you.” you said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. 

“I-, I don’t usually do this.” he said, keeping his eyes on the clusters of marks as you rolled your hips hard onto him. 

“Well, it felt really good.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you began to rub your wet cunt up and down Freddie’s cock. 

He let out a quiet moan, his fingertips grazing upwards until they found your now exposed neck. He traced the burgundy lovebites gently as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Keep rolling your hips like that, fuck.” he moaned. “Like that, baby, yeah.”

As you picked up the pace, your juices wetting his pulsating cock, you looked back down at him. Freddie’s freckles on his chest were highlighted by the redness that now covered him, his breathing picking up exponentially faster. 

The mix of his cum from the night before mixed with your arousal made both of your sexes slick and slippery with desire, allowing your clit to glide smoothly on his member. You would both moan louder whenever your swollen nub would reach Freddie’s head, the palpitations of your lust sending shockwaves all throughout your bodies. 

And Freddie thought this was so fucking hot.

“Oh, fuck me.” he said, letting his fingers through his hair. “You’re making me throb like crazy.”

He could feel your thighs clenching from the desire, almost beginning to tremble, as you started to lose yourself on top of him. Your warm fingers were now placed firmly on his lower abdomen, right where Freddie was starting to feel the pleasure build up briskly. He loved that you weren't necessarily riding his faster, but instead letting your weight go more and more on top of him, letting that delicious pressure heighten the feeling. 

Freddie could feel your entrance slide on him, and it was starting to become unbearable. He sat up, wrapping your arms around your low back, finding your hazy eyes as you didn’t quit your movements. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Freddie whispered into your lips. “You’re driving me crazy. baby.” 

You almost fell onto him, your glistening and plump lips bouncing against his over and over in a series of aggressive and sensual kisses. If there was a lack of dominance before, it had now turned into a messy and sloppy fight of a makeout session, constantly interrupted by little hasty pecks. The thought of letting you completely overtake his mouth made Freddie’s cock twitch against your swollen cunt. 

“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” he said, his biceps easily picking you up and throwing you, face down on his mattress. 

He swore he heard a little giggle as you hit the sheets, your ass slily sitting up and back for him. The quick movements made Freddie’s headache worsen, the room moving slightly; he didn’t know if it was his hangover or how turned on you had him, but he frankly only cared about one thing. 

“You’ve had your fun for now, you minx.” he said, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Freddie’s fingers grabbed your ass harshly as he bottomed out inside of you, his bottom lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth. His body covered in goosebumps rapidly as he felt his pubic hair touch your ass. 

As he started thrusting he suddenly remembered filling you up in the same way the previous night. He remembered your hair tightly in his grip as he buckled his hips into yours over and over again, the sweetness of your moans sounding just how they did right now. 

He began moving, slowly, in and out, letting his precum coat every inch of your walls.  

“Oh, yes, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.” he groaned. 

Freddie was a big man overall, towering way higher than you, and that translated to all of his body. You could feel the places inside you that had been touched by his cock the night before, traces of his touch marking you still. No matter how wet and ready you were for him, it was still a compact fit, his cock tightly snug inside you. 

A big part of Freddie’s weight was resting on your ass and lower back, his strong forearms tensed as he pushed you down into the mattress and fucked himself deep into you.

It wasn’t enough. 

He wanted to be closer to you, deeper. 

And the more he pushed in, the louder it ripped moans out of you. 

He could be really rough, as you vaguely remembered, but it was clear that Freddie had a shy, more reserved side, even as he started to pick up the pace. He only let go of his unyielding grip on you to gently reach over and turn your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the mattress.

“No muffled sounds, baby.” he groaned, positioning himself back onto you. “I want to hear you.”

Just like that, he started hitting you harder, his swollen and leaking head tapping at your cervix by now. 

“Oh, oh my god.” you moaned. The angle and pressure of his hands pushing your stomach down were creating a turmoil of pleasure in your hips. He was strong, but it was hard to keep from squirming back into him. 

Seeing you struggle to keep your movements down caused Freddie’s cock to grow harder within you, almost jolting against that spot that made you quiver in pleasure every time. 

He couldn’t believe this was unfolding right below his eyes. The mixture of pleasure, pain growing deeper in his head and straight frustration made his skin flush somehow deeper. The fact that he could only remember small moments from the night before was making him cramp with discouragement. He woke up next to a drop dead gorgeous girl, who was somehow already naked, funny, and sweet, and he couldn’t remember how he got her there. 

Something about it made him thrust more aggressively.

It was hard and hot, and he didn’t feel good, he felt dehydrated and overheated, but at the same time, he was totally overwhelmed by your aura and your body, desire tingling within him.

“Oh, god.” he moaned. “I don’t even know your fucking name, and I-”

“Keep going, baby. Please fill me deeper. I want more.” you moaned, his hips rhythmically slapping against your ass. 

It felt so dirty and primal to him, the fact that he could see and feel the spots he had been around the night before, even if he didn’t remember it. You were so close that his thighs were rubbing against yours, fully, both of your skins reddening at the stimulation. 

Freddie was conflicted between focusing on it all or choosing to fixate on his balls slapping against your wet clit, your thighs quivering against his, your moans or your walls clenching tightly against his cock. The back and forth between it all and the memories of last night playing over again in the back of his head made his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head, legs twitching so hard that he brought his chest to your back, moving his grip to your hips. Your sweat mixed together whenever you both heaved, now moving in unison as your bodies were fully in contact again. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” he moaned. “Oh, oh, this is, this not-”

There was a part of him that remained responsible; a part that knew that this was a very bad idea. But the pleasure had taken over, derailing whatever common sense he had left. He let his head fall in the crook of your neck, moving his face fully into your hair. The writhing of your body beneath him felt like ecstasy, the soft skin of your ass rubbing against his pubic bone. Every time he trusted deeper inside you, his chest would slide all the way up your back. He had you completely engulfed in his frame, his arms locking you tightly flush against his body.

“Oh, baby.” he moaned, right before a series of curses tumbled from his mouth as he felt your pussy flutter around him, slowly beginning to crumble in his arms.

Your orgasm hit so deep, his cock pounding into you, that you failed to control or hold back any moans, all of it pouring out of you at once. Feeling you tremble so hard in his arms, Freddie wasn’t far behind. 

He buried his face all the way in your hair, letting your smell overcome him as he shot thick ropes of cum inside you, his big thighs tensing against you. He couldn’t help but squeeze you tighter and tighter, craving to feel your quivering body against his as you kept coming around his twitching member. 

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stayed immobile, his body growing heavy around yours. 

“Oh, my god.” you whispered.

Freddie couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms eventually releasing you as he sat up, letting his cock grow soft inside your warm, cum filled pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, by the way.” he said, running his fingers through your hair to find your flushed face looking for him already. “Oh, my god, indeed.” 

Your laughs turned into simultaneous whimpers he pulled his cock out of you before coming to sit next to you.

Freddie’s eyes traveled down your body as he trailed his fingers up and down your back, right until you had enough energy to sit up and find him with a kiss.

“Fuck.” he said, eyes staring deeply into yours. “This is going to be embarrassing but…. what’s your name?”

[lowkeyrobin]

okay i’ve been requesting this idea with other fandoms i’m in for a while and it’s not being done so i don’t know if they don’t want to write or or can’t figure out how to write it BUT…

you belong with me by t swift ♡ with our beloved freddie badlinu ♡

basically like reader got introduced to freddie by tommy and fell head over heels (definitely not me projecting /hj) but he just thinks of reader as a friend and eventually starts dating someone else yada yada i love this song

you don’t have to write it but i just love this idea (and song ♡)

-🦕 anon

OKG HI 🦕 ANON YES KF COURSE!! RJJSNSNSNS YESYESYES KM SO EXCITED FOR THIS, there's a lot of ts lyric references here bc I used the premise of ybwm but the feelings of her other songs iykwim; hopefully I did you justice with this and thank you SO MUCH for requesting Freddie bc I've been wanting to write for him again and I couldn't think of any good ideas LMFAO

BADLINU ; you belong with me

summary ; you're head over heels for Freddie, but he doesn't seem to feel the same way

warnings ; language

track ; you belong with me ; taylor swift

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

The day you'd met Freddie through Tommy five years ago, you instantly fell head over heels. You didn't know exactly why, but there was no hiding your feelings anymore, it was so hopelessly obvious, even to Tommy.

The blonde, your best friend, tried to set you guys up here and there, alas, with no luck.

At first, you were convinced you were getting that usual feeling where you kind of fixate on your friend until it disappeared, until it never really did. You talked with him constantly, learned more about him, and learned about the music he liked and his hobbies.

He had an infectious smile that could light up the whole town and a giggle to make you fall to your knees as you felt something in your stomach become fuzzy with a tossing and turning motion. You wonder what it must be like to grow up that beautiful, with his hair falling into place like dominoes, his eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting you want to jump in.

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love him, like he was a walking masterpiece. Not many people see him like how you do, his little imperfections and beauties.

You couldn't stop him putting roots in your little dreamland, your house of stone and his ivy grows, covering you in himself. You thought of him at every waking moment, catching yourself doing it frequently when you didn't mean too. If you saw or heard something that reminded you of him, it'd send a wave of dopamine through your brain, infecting you with the disease of happiness with a smile.

You remember him taking a bus to your house in the middle of the night, needing your comfort since you were still awake at that hour, and also the only person he felt safe talking to about what he was upset about it. You were the person to make him laugh when he was about to cry, the one to understand him on deeper levels than most, the one to know his story and his dreams.

Your viewers and fans would often ship you two, drawing fanart, writing fanfiction, and spamming y/s/n in chat whenever you had one of those moments. You streamed together whenever you could, and made YouTube videos frequently featuring each other.

You sat on your balcony at night together sometimes, star gazing.

He says "Look up"

Your shoulders brushed. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough. Enough for you, at least.

He keeps a picture of you two in his office at home downtown. It hangs on the wall with many other pictures of him with his friends. You thought you felt it in the silence and in the way home, with the lights out watching movies. But you seemed to be wrong.

Why couldn't he see that you were right there? Had the thought ever crossed his mind that maybe you loved him so much that maybe he belonged with you? Why couldn't he see that you were the one to understand him, who'd been there all along?

He found a girl he liked, and started officially dating her a month or two ago. After that, you'd never lost hope that maybe he'd see you, but within all the losing more and more hope, Tommy was there for you. He didn't exactly know how to comfort you, but reassured you that it was normal to feel this way, and that you'd move on with time.

You seemed to be the only person to not find love, you felt like you were cursed to be alone forever and watch the one person you truly loved go and love someone else. You couldn't move on, everything reminded you of him, every forest themed candle at the market, every pebble on the seaside, every star in the sky.

You knew he was happy at least, but you just wished that something inside of him would see that you were right there.

Over time, you distanced yourself, though wanting to remain friends with him. You just couldn't seem to see him without his girlfriend, and it hurt. Everytime you remembered that there was no point in trying, it broke your heart even more. It became so bad to the point that it was unhealthy, leading you to send him a text before leaving for a little trip to America.

It read 'Stay beautiful'.

You sent it just before getting on the plane, ridding you of any worry of receiving a message during the long flights. You'd only told Tommy and Tubbo that you were leaving, considering you streamed with them frequently and would probably be the first to notice you disappearing.

You decided a little trip to Folley Beach, South Carolina would be your therapy. Four thousand dollars for a week stay in a solid three star condo wasn't going to work, though. You had some connections, however, getting you a cheaper condo considering it was only you, and you'd be spending a month or two. Six thousand was much better than the probably forty thousand you'd have to pay for that, thank God. Yeah, maybe using your save-up-money wasn't the best idea, but you needed it at the moment.

Your mental health had been declining for a while, and you felt stupid for being so dramatic about the situation with Freddie. But, a trip to the beach and the opportunity to experience things you never had and make some content out of it wasn't something you'd pass up on.

From trying bubble tea to the fresh, clean, oceanside air, it was like a daydream. You took so many photos and videos, sending them to some friends and saving them for a video.

Trying all the food was amazing, which you probably gained a solid ten pounds from. The long walks along the island, down the beach, and down the graffiti road to the other side of the beach were sweltering hot but therapeutic to you.

Once you returned to the UK, opening your front door, you're surprised to see Tommy, Freddie, Tubbo, and Becky in your house, cleaning up for you. Tommy had a spare key to your place, which is probably how you got in. You were confused, but got a little uncomfortable seeing Freddie, especially without his girlfriend on a Sunday afternoon. You'd been gone for two months with nearly no contact, maybe something changed.

You still had feelings for the red-haired boy, but you lost hope on him ever seeing how he felt about you during your trip. You'd gotten over it and you were on your path to just moving on.

"Hi" Tommy smiles, giving you a wave as he stands up, "Sorry, uh, we just came to clean for you since you've been gone for like, ever-"

"It's fine" You reply, "I mean, I could've just cleaned it myself, guys."

"Well, we came over for something else, but we thought you were coming back next Sunday, not this Sunday" Becky explains, looking to the boys for a nod or agreement, or an excuse since she already knew what your next question would be.

"Came for what?" You ask, setting your bags down on the floor, deciding they could wait.

"Uh-" The blonde begins before the shorter brunette speaks for him.

"We were gonna throw you a welcome home party"

"Oh"

Silence condemns you for a moment before you speak again.

"Well, uh, thanks. But, I'm gonna unpack" You pick up your belongings, taking them back to your bedroom, leaving them with a little wave.

Christ, that was so awkward. What's wrong with you? Since when had you gone cold to your friends?

The second you sat down, you felt the wave of regret. Freddie was the first to come in and ask if you were okay, though.

"Hey, are you okay? You're either tired and jetlagged or upset to, uh, probably see me, " He mumbles, running a hand through his hair. "And before you say anything, I was a dick for not seeing how you felt about me, and I was completely blind, and I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do at the moment, but I wanted to genuinely apologize, because I made you feel like you had to leave home because you were so uncomfortable because of me"

"Freddie..." You sigh, setting your electronics from your bag down on your bed, "It's fine. I didn't leave because of you, I left because I just needed a break from here, nothing is your fault. I'm on my path to moving on, so don't make it more awkward than it already is" You chuckle, sitting on the bed across from him as he stands in the doorway. "I swear, if you apologize one more time I will kick your ass"

Freddie smiles and nods, "Thank you. Are you sure this isn't going to ruin anything between us..? I don't wanna lose you as a friend"

"That's what I was asking you!" You giggle, "But yeah, unless you fuck up"

His eyes slightly widen, playing into the bit, "I won't, your majesty."

"Good"

[thebrandywine]

For the ask meme.... #14 Alt POV (I'll jot down a couple and you pick what seems interesting to you?) - Sidestep (Chris POV) - beginning to end: act ii (Doctor Jameson POV) - broken machine (Hunnigan POV) - Look Behind You (Hunnigan POV, 2nd ending)

E v i l s m i l e

Sidestep (Chris POV):

"Chris?" Leon asks, lowering his gun. "Chris Redfield?"

Chris is staring, can't help it. Neo-Umbrella must have shot him up with their fountain of youth bullshit that they've been experimenting with, rendering him back a decade and a half. Jesus, but he'd forgotten how *young* Leon had been back then. No, he hadn't forgotten-- he just hadn't known. As much as it feels like he's always been this worn down, Chris was young once, too. They both were. Facing the proof of it just makes him feel that much more tired.

beginning to end: act ii (Doc Jameson POV):

He's not a good person. He knows that. People with stronger morals faced with this situation wouldn't cave like he has, wouldn't then try to convince themselves that they were doing it to *help* Leon, wouldn't argue that at least they wouldn't make him hurt unnecessarily. Horseshit, all of it. If Nile ever finds out that he put her life above an innocent person's, she'll do a lot more than kill him.

What makes it even worse is that Leon isn't even mad, has seemed almost relieved to see him. And now, with Freddie taking up an ornamental role and perfunctorily holding Leon's head still, all the other man has done is try to get his help with his after-death plans. Get his body to Chris Redfield. Have Hunnigan give him the ring. God.

That, he thinks, is what does it, what finally shakes him out of this panic-induced fugue state that he's been existing in for the last little while. He loves Nile, loves her past death, but he isn't the man she fell in love with right now. He can be that man again, though, can be the person that she believes in.

He's trying not to cry when the decision clicks into place in his mind, just says tightly, "Yeah, man. I can do that."

broken machine (Hunnigan POV):

When Leon goes, he takes a part of her with him. She's spent so long with her hand in his, hiding their linked fingers from sight and trying her best to keep him together, to bring him back to himself. Half the time, he doesn't remember anything important about who he used to be, though, and he's clearly disregarded some of her attempts. Fine and functional have been the most commonly used words in his lexicon.

She wants him to be better than 'fine,' though. She wants him happy, angry, anything so long as he's safe and still alive. He has a sun for a heart, she knows, and it's burning inside him without anywhere to go. She's heard things about the BSAA, though. Hopefully they'll have better luck than she did. Hopefully someone there will love him more than she was able to.

She wants to say 'Thank you.' She wants to say 'I'll miss you.' She wants to say a million things that she's never put into words because she thought that if nothing else they had time. There was always supposed to be more time.

"Dismissed, Kennedy," is what she ends up saying, and only because Agent Brand is standing at her shoulder.

"Ma'am," Leon says. "Sir."

Then he turns on his heel and walks into the airport, headed for a commercial flight to another country and an organization full of strangers. Brand checks his watch and gets into the backseat of the car. Ingrid watches Leon go, wishing desperately that he would turn around, would *see* her waiting for him one last time, but he doesn't. She gets into the backseat with Brand and slams the door shut, wondering if she'll ever see Leon Scott Kennedy again.

Look Behind You (Hunnigan POV):

Leon has never been afraid of her. He's been intimidated, maybe, when he knows that he's been an idiot and that she's walking toward him to slap him upside the head to temper the urge to throttle him, but he's never been really, truly afraid. He kicks out at her approach and goes scrambling backwards over the hospital bed; despite his reaction she still lunges forward to catch him, but--

Chris gets there first. He collects Leon into a bundle of limbs and holds him close, rocking him, murmuring to him lowly as Leon's wild eyes flash around the room. The skim past Ingrid's face but don't stop, not even to be afraid, calming under Chris's hands, drooping into the heat of the embrace. Watching it makes her feel completely and utterly useless, like she serves no purpose at all if she can't even calm down the man she's closest to in all the world.

She knows why he reacted the way he did. She does. It doesn't make it any easier.

[catholickedd]

honestly growing up queer was such an experience.

even though i’m still a minor it’s just crazy how i’ve been through so much regarding my identity.

i realized in fourth grade when i dressed up as a princess with my best friend and we slow danced on her balcony.

i told my parents and they replied i was too young to know, and they checked up on me every month to see if i was “still gay.”

i lied, to them and to myself. my friend (different friend) came out as genderfluid. i started dating them.

i told myself it wasn’t gay because they were a boy some of the time.

i listened to queen almost exclusively. i researched freddie mercury’s story. i tried to pretend the fact that he was Like Me didn’t make me like the music more.

i called myself “heteroflexible.” “androsexual.” “bi, with a preference for men.”

i wore flannels and cuffed jeans and doc martens.

five separate people, on five separate occasions, assumed i was a lesbian before even talking to me.

i read game of thrones. i was hopelessly attracted to daenerys.

i went to summer camp. i developed a massive crush on a cabinmate.

i was forced to accept that i was attracted to girls,

but before i could say “lesbian” i fell head over heels heart eyes in love with a cis straight (questioning) boy.

said boy is now my best friend and i trust him more than anyone else in the world.

still in love with him.

so, i say, i guess that makes me bisexual.

but i still feel incredible guilt for being a (sort of) cis bisexual.

like i’m not committing enough to the community.

like i don’t deserve to call myself queer or sapphic.

anyways fuck homophobia and feel free to share your growing up queer stories in the notes.

love y’all. you’re so valid. all of you. you are more than queer enough.

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Exactly, I see people saying how cute their relationship was and It makes me feel kinda weird knowing how toxic it was, David was the first person he had a gay relationship with and Freddie fell head over heels for him, but I honestly don't think David felt the same it felt one-sided.

The fact that people squee over that abusive relationship makes me want to pull my hair out. Let’s call it what it was: it was an abusive relationship! David hit him and then seemed to play victim (as abusers do) in his book when recalling the times Freddie fought back. The loving notes Freddie wrote David aren’t cute, they’re heartbreaking, because he was writing them to a man who hit him and manipulated him. I know Freddie did wrong, but that doesn’t excuse David introducing violence in their relationship, and I think the reason why people don’t universally hate David the way they hate Bill is because we never heard from the latter, but we heard the sob story from David, and it’s depressingly easy to get people to sympathize with an abuser’s sob story.

I think Freddie fell hard for David but wasn’t ready to be in a committed, settled-down relationship. I don’t know if I’d call it one-sided, but I think David was definitely not capable of having a healthy relationship, either. It’s just bleak

[natromanxoff]

Queen + Adam Lambert live at the Madison Square Garden in New York, NY, USA - July 17, 2014

Fan Stories

“So in 2010 at the age of 14, I fell head over heels in love with Queen and there was no turning back from there. I basically accepted from the first day that I would never get to see them live. No Freddie, no John, no Queen tour in sight. Well 4 years later when the American Queen+Adam Lambert tour rumors were going around, I didn't think it would actually happen. UNTIL I got a text on the bus ride home from school that they really were going to be touring, and I kind of blew it off like "yeah, sure they will." So when I got home I opened my laptop not expecting anything, and there it was... An email- "Queen and Adam Lambert North American tour dates!" I almost fell out of my chair. I mean of course there's controversy about Adam, and I wasn't an especially big fan of his, but he is very talented and the point was that I would be seeing my favorite guitarist and favorite drummer from my favorite band live. They had changed my whole life and I had watched them religiously on the countless tapes I had collected. How could I NOT see them? So long story short, being the major Queenie I am, I couldn't just go to one concert. This might be my only chance, right? First I spent $650 on floor seats at Madison Square Garden (7/17/14)- it's my hometown, and a special place for Brian and Roger, so I HAD to go to the garden. I wore my harlequin leggings and my News of the World shirt to the show, and it felt so surreal actually being in a stadium full of Queen fans. I wound up 14 rows from the stage and I barely even remember anything, besides waiting what felt like centuries for that curtain to drop. It was their first time at the Garden in 32 years and it was really emotional, Brian cried twice- once when Freddie sang on the screen and once when we wouldn't stop cheering for him. It was just an incredible experience that I'll never forget. I still have some of the yellow tissue paper confetti that fell from the sky at the end. :)” - Rachel

(x)

By Neal Preston.

“Back in March, when the Queen + Adam Lambert tour was first announced, Adam Lambert sat in the front lobby of Madison Square Garden and told reporters that playing the famed arena was a dream of his.

On July 17, Lambert’s dream came true as he stood in front of a packed house (which included View host Whoopi Goldberg), stepping in for the late Freddie Mercury on a summer night that Queen guitarist Brian May said was filled with “magic.” […]”

“[…] When May asked the crowd how they liked “the new guy,” Lambert was greeted with cheers, to which he humbly responded, “Thanks, guys.” […]”

- Michelle Amabile Angermiller, The Hollywood Reporter

By Michael Loccisano/Getty Images.

“[…] Lambert catwalked and peppered the crowd with sporadic stage banter (“When I feel lonely, I just drink and douse myself in rhinestones like any sensible gay,” he said before launching into “Somebody to Love”). Lambert’s crowning theatrical moment was his vaudevillian performance of “Killer Queen”—sprawled out on a purple velvet chaise lounge mid-arena, platformed, glitter-covered boots in the air, spewing champagne onto the audience. Guaranteed to blow your mind, indeed. […]”

“[…] “Years and years and years ago,” May eulogized mid-show, “some of you will remember and some of you were not even born yet—there was a man named Freddie Mercury. And he was extraordinary.” May then quietly duetted with the audience on an acoustic performance of “Love of My Life,” a contemplative ballad he used to, back in the day, perform next to a seated Mercury under simple stage lights. […]”

- Merika Berlin, Entertainment Weekly

“From PR-pasha Randy Alexander, who was sitting front-and-center in Philadelphia: “Thrilled I decided at the last minute to pick up tix and take my son Harrison to see the Queen and Adam Lambert concert last night. Never much paid any attention to Lambert before, nor have I ever had any desire to consider even semi-seriously following him. But after seeing him last night fronting Queen, he's got a new fan right here, certainly in this vehicle.

To say he was perfect in this role is with the greatest respect to Freddie Mercury. I saw the tour with Paul Rodgers six years ago, and Lambert energizes the band in a way Rodgers never did. Lambert not only has the natural flamboyance, but his original interpretations of the Queen catalogue and how to present these indelible songs vocally and theatrically were spot-on while making them his own. […]”

- timessquaregossip.com

[a-froger-epic]

Idk why but that story reminded me of the fic you wrote a while ago where Freddie dropped an "I love you" bomb very early lol

Aww, haha, I had forgotten about that drabble! Yeah, I think Freddie was a highly emotional person and actually fell in love pretty easily and head over heels. Bless him.

[cyberp-1-nk]

I recently got a sudden thought that came from nowhere....but for dbd I think Anni and Meg would have crushes on each other...like mutual pinning neither one does anything about.

But Anni has an idea to fuck around with Freddy Krueger a little bit, and of course the person that is there immediately willing to back Anni up is Meg. So Anni and Meg devise a plan to steal one of Freddy's most valuable things...his hat.

So Meg distracts him as Anni sneaks up behind him and snatches it off his head and runs off with it, he obviously get annoyed and chases after her but Meg manges to catch up and they just run off with it!

(you can add Frank and Joey in here if you want to! And please take your time, don't feel pressured to do this!)

[ Partners in crime - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Meg and Anni prank Freddy.

PAIRINGS; Meg x Anni, Frank x Anni

CONTENT WARNINGS; None

NOTE; This is kinda short tbh-- sorry about that.

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 6,571

"Are you ready for this?” Anni asked, her brown eyes staring over the excited face of her friend as Meg enthusiastically nodded her head. Letting out a silent breath, she nodded more to herself than her friend and turned around towards the barrier, pulling her lips into a smile of excitement. Anni lunged in the other direction, her pace quickening as she noticed Freddy was pacing closer to Meg, grinning as he presumed he was about to kill the girl.

Freddy set off running towards the girl, following the survivor as best he could, jumping over overgrown roots and swooping under fallen trees. Calling out threats to her, hoping she would heard him and get scared, however he noticed Meg suddenly switch directions and without thinking he did so too. In his hurry his tripped over a root, stumbling down and hitting the ground hard before he began to tumble down a steep hill. Unable to stop his momentum he brought his arms up and wrapped them around his head and face to protect himself as he continued to roll down the hill. 

It was when Freddy hit the barrier at the bottom of the hill that he came to a halting stop, the wind getting knocked out of his lungs from how hard he hit the tree. He took a minute to catch his gruff breathe, before he sat up slowly, his clothes had picked up dirt and leaves on the tumble he took and made him look an absolute mess, not like it would change much from his already hideous appearance. Worst of all, his hat fell off, revealing his hideous scarred bald head. Before he could reach his weaponized hand towards it, Anni suddenly swooped in and grabbed it.

He stumbled up into a halt out of instinct, his head snapping from side to side and examining the open field, searching for the damned survivors. Chest heaving with his unsteady breathing, and he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears.

"Nice one Anni!" Both Anni and Meg's eyes met with eachother, slight blush overlapping their faces for split second as their eyes locked. The stare lasted no more than a second before they turned on their heels and set off sprinting beside eachother. They didn't need to look back or listen closely to know that he was following them, this was a given. Annu had thought the openness of the field would help her be aware of anything around her. 

— … —

Anni and Meg sat on a log around a dim fire set in one of the smaller campsites, staring into the burning inferno before them as they told about how they stole Freddy's hat. Most of the survivors had leaned in, listening to ever detail they mentioned intently. The scare of the event before them imprinted itself into the minds of everyone in the camp, most likely haunting their looming dreams into the night. Anni rubbed her face and groaned, her eyes sleepy and her body aching. Sure, she was incredibly tired from the sheer amount of running they did, and dodging they did from Freddy's attacks. Fixing the generators weren't any easier while they had a target on their back, but it was still very much worth the trouble.

 

"Now how in the hell did you manage to trick Freddy, of all people, like that?” Anni heard Frank's gruff voice ask and Anni looked down at the ground,

 

“Teamwork! I would've been dead if it wasn't for Meg, she was a big help honestly. I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime,” Anni smiled at Meg, nudging her slightly. Frank had a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand and stared into the fire for a few moments. His eyes moved over to them, smirking slightly as he let out an amused huff.

 

“Hell, I don't blame you guys. It's fun to mess with that old man,” He asked with a quick nod of his head towards Freddy, who had been raging in the distance and Anni's brown eyes moved towards the scarred killer. She chuckled n her throat and smiled mischievously,

 

“We're totally going to do that again.”

 

“Damn... surprised you still have an arm, those blades on his hand isn't a joke.” Frank said a bit surprised as he looks into the flickering brown orbs on her face. Anni nodded and rubbed her wrist, managing to keep eye contact with Frank,

 

“Egh…he almost would have stabbed her, but I would rather die than have Anni get hurt to be honest,” Meg's eyes moved back to the fire and Frank narrowed his own, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out the smoke curling out of his lips, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel just a bit envious of the situation.

 

“Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. I probably have a match in a few hours, and I need to be energized," Frank loosely discarded the cigarette onto the ground, crushing under the heel of his boot, “I'll see you later.”

One by one, all of the survivors had seemed to be getting tired, and escaping to their cottages, probably exhausted from the day full of non-stop matches. It fortunately left both Anni, and Meg alone near the campire, along with a comfortable silence. 

Meg wastes no time leaning her head against Anni's shoulder and laying against her closely ike she was the only thing left in the world. The hand rubbing circles into her back commands Meg's muscles to relax while another swims through her hair and attempts to tame brown locks that had been viciously tousled throughout the day as Anni slightly ruffles her hair. The two of them lay in silence together, eyes hid behind heavy lids, enjoying each other’s presence and soft breathing, and she can’t help but laugh to herself every time Meg lets out a sigh as she continues to loosen up.

They had found refuge in eachother's arms, but still refused to ever say anything to confirm their love for one another.

[cu-taibhseil]

last night i finished the movie bohemian rhapsody and i fell head over heels in love with freddie mercury. i am obsessed. i had no idea he was so flamboyant and fun loving. i honestly relate to him a lot and the movie broke my heart. i liked how they ended it though.

[azlrse]

Is This Jealousy? (Various FNAF:SB Animatronics x GN Animatronic!Reader hcs)

CW: jealousy themes, possessiveness (not in a yandere way) and so much fluff.

A/N: I've been posting so much CRK fics that I almost forgot that I also write for Security Breach. I hope this my compensation for my FNAF readers out there!

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Glamrock Freddy 🎤

Congrats! You finally established a relationship with the lovable bear and mascot of the Pizzaplex! Now, the relationship was really sweet and this animatronic bear fell for you even deeper when he becomes your boyfriend.

But here's the catch, Freddy wasn't the kind of guy to be overly possessive towards you but becomes sad and extra clingy when he felt this really weird feeling he felt whenever you payed attention more to the children or towards his friends.

Not gonna lie, he loves his friends! Hell, they're the reason why the both of you got together in the first place after months of waiting for the both of you to confess to each other.

For the sake of his friendship and of course for you, he "tries" to suppress this lingering feeling he felt.

Did I mention that he's really clingy whenever he felt jelly? Yupp, he would hug you out of nowhere and gives you so many kisses. He also gives out words that could make your hearts swoon over him. This makes you weird out at first but really loved to be spoiled by him.

But when his feelings of jealousy got the best of him, he tries to avoid you. The feelings of insecurities haunts him, making him think that you might leave him for a better lover.

"Starlight, do you think you could have a better lover than me?"

"Of course not, Freddy love. Is something the matter? You've been avoiding me for days and whenever I tried to talk to you, you just went somewhere else."

Your boyfriend explains that he felt feelings of anxiousness, sadness and a bit of anger when he saw you talking to anyone else other than him. Then, it hits you like a ton of bricks struck above your head.

"I sense that you're jealous, aren't ya sweetheart?"

"Uhhh what's jealous?"

You explained to him this new concept to your boyfriend, even this simple word, Freddy doesn't know what's the meaning of it. Even though he felt this feeling days ago.

After you gave him lots and lots of affection to make up for his soft jealousy, you reassured him that you won't leave nor abandon him. You're finally contented for the animatronic who took care and loved you to bits.

Montgomery Gator 🎸

Unlike Freddy whose already in a relationship with you when his jealousy first showed up, Monty's feelings of jealousy is kinda...... different.

In fact, this animatronic has a huge HUGE crush on you.

Even when he's head over heels for you, he flirts towards you heavily (but not to the point that's quite uncomfortable). He loves seeing your face going red whenever he tells you such endearments like sweetheart and babycakes.

If you flirt back, he would literally pass out in happiness. 😭💕💕

He's quite prideful that he ain't had a crush on anyone else but for you? Man, he can talk about you for hours. From your charisma, to your talents and to your adorable voice he loves to listen.

Jealousy is something he commonly felt towards his rival, Glamrock Freddy. But when it comes to you, ohh man, you better prepare for his presence cause this guy ain't leaving your side.

This alligator of an animatronic would do anything for you to be his. He would call you out by those endearments whenever he sees you around and puts his hand on your waist with a smug expression when the two of you would walk around.

Monty would lightly threaten the security guards or the adult visitors who would send suggestive marks that he would take them to bits if they don't stop those stupid antics.

He didn't know that you also had feelings for him but you were incredibly shy when it comes to confessing to him. Also, you were quite scared. Not knowing that if those actions he did towards you were actually real and he didn't fake it and plays with your feelings.

When his feelings of jealousy got the best of him, he would literally drag you off to somewhere secluded. You tried to talk to him on what's going on but cuts you off by kissing your lips.

"I ain't wasting my time for you to be mine, I can't wait anymore babycakes."

Monty would be so happy when he felt you kissing him back as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

As the both of you pulled away, he hugs you tightly and asks you for you to be his significant other.

"I would love that, Monty dear. And also, I can sense that you were quite jelly there before you confessed to me-"

"I am not!"

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BE MY MISTAKE // Roger Taylor

(I DONT EVEN WRITE FOR THIS FANDOM ANYMORE, BUT I GENUINELY THINK THIS IS THE BEST PIECE OF WRITING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN)

INTRODUCTION : one drunken mistake costs Roger Taylor you, and he begins to realize just how much he needed you.

WARNINGS : cheating, attempted angst, swearing, works with both Roger Taylor and Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, lack of knowledge in drumming, 

This was a mistake. This was a huge mistake and Roger knew it.

He knew he shouldn't have gone out the night before, even if it was one of Freddie's infamous parties that he promised he'd attend, not when you were sleeping peacefully in his bed. Blissfully unaware and waiting for his return.

The dreadful and self-loathing thoughts seeped into his thoughts as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and zipped his trousers up.

"Rog, where’re you off to?" The long haired girl asked, an amused tone hidden in her voice, sitting up in the bed and exposing her bare chest as the blanket fell down.

He ignored her and continued his hunt around the room for his left shoe. "Don't tell me you're leaving?" Once he didn't answer, she added, "Roger?"

Silence filled the bedroom as his movement ceased. "This never happened, okay? It shouldn't have, and it didn't. Got it?" His voice was filled with venom.

Roger waited until the blonde nodded, watching as her eyes filled with disappointment.

He should have felt bad for hurting her feelings, for being so blunt, but at that point, he truly, honestly couldn't care less. He was too focused on you. The girl he'd left alone, in a cold apartment.

You knew, and he knew that you knew. You were smart, too smart for your own good.

As soon as you woke up, you noticed the coolness of the spot next to you on the bed, the place that Roger's warm body usually took up. That was the first sign that something was wrong.

After making yourself a light breakfast and a large cup of tea, you decided to pay John and Veronica a visit.

Roger's whereabouts were unknown to you but you knew for a fact that Veronica was home as she had 'popped in’ to say hello last night, accompanied with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Needless to say, she left the apartment a little more than tipsy.

From the moment you had met Veronica, you'd decided that you liked her. Being able to bond over the two band members you were dating- albeit, John was much easier to deal with than Roger.

But you loved him. With all your heart, you were completely, head-over-heels in love with Roger Taylor. Which was why he was so terrified of going home, so he didn't. Instead, he turned up at the recording studio, wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and messy, unbrushed hair.

When you knocked on John and Veronica's apartment, it was John who had answered.

The look he gave you was filled with guilt, but you didn't bring it up, only shooting a look that could only be described as confused to Veronica, who seemed to be sporting the same expression as John.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” The worry in John’s voice was the second sign of something wrong.

You stepped back in surprise at the bluntness of John’s question. “Well, I just thought I’d pay Veronica a visit before I joined you boys at band practice.”

He nodded slowly, brows furrowed as he excused himself.

Veronica avoided your eyes, turning around and entering the kitchen. “I’ll put the kettle on,” she sighed.

Roger was scared shitless. His palms were sweaty, his heart hammering against his chest. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Regret. It had consumed every thought in his brain, leaving him a mumbling mess during the beginning of practice.

With an exasperated sigh, Freddie snapped. “Roger, for the last time, it’s supposed to slow down once the chorus finishes, not carry on!” He didn’t reply, gaining an exaggerated eye roll from Freddie. “Honestly, Rog. Where is your head at?”

He winced at the nickname, flashing back to the naked girl in the cold hotel room. She was the complete opposite to you in every way. From the colour of her eyes to the way she said his name.

He felt disgusted in himself.

The bile in his throat threatened to emerge, causing Roger to leap out from behind his drum kit, trying not to hit anything as he rushed over to the first bin he saw.

Freddie and Brian watched in revolt as their friend heaved into a trash can. “Darling, you really must stop drinking so much. What would poor (Y/N) do if they saw you in this state?” His words brought on another surge of coughing and spluttering from Roger.

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In Your Head%*

Freddie Mercury x Platonic!Reader

Request-I was curious if you could do something where the reader has a panic attack and Freddie is the only one who can calm them down??

Warnings- descriptons of anxiety and panic attacks, reader has a panic attack, comfort. please do not read this if this will trigger you.

A/N- as a person who has anxiety and has had panic attacks before, please look after yourself.

Whenever you get like this, you felt like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Always late for something, always missing something. And, as usual so much to do with such little time. 

For starters, you were working on two projects at the same time one for your ethics class and the other for your physics class. So of course you were working nonstop on it, so much that you pulled an. all nighter and fell asleep during your math quiz. Pencil stuck to your cheek.

And on top of that the university called you and said that your balance is over due and you can’t register for classes next semester, Until it is paid in full. 

Now this was the absolute cherry on top. 

So as any honest girl you began to cry.

It’s not just a bad day but a bad..semester. Matter of fact bad first year of college. Not many friends, not many good grades and student debt. 

You decided to calm yourself with some tea, but you couldn’t find the teapot. This had you opening doors and cabinets some of them scraping your knee. You finally found it on the top shelf in the cabinet above the sink, you were almost grasping its ornate handle when-

CRASH

it fell and split into a million pieces in the sink. Tears were flowing freely now, you foolishly had your shaky hands trying to pick up the small but sharp pieces, cutting your hand in the process. Your pain grew sharper when you realized who’s teapot it belonged to. 

It was Freddie’s.

Your Flatmate.

Who would be home any minute now.

Thats when it started. Your heart started to beat so fast that it skipped a couple of beats. You started to shake in your arms. So you just slid down the counter.Your brain wasn’t making sense of anything, not the keys jingling, not the heeled footsteps coming toward you. Your shaking couldn’t stop even when Freddie wrapped his arms around you. 

You see this wasn’t the first time you have had a panic attack in front of him the first time was last year, when you found out your ex boyfriend was cheating on you..nonetheless with your sister. 

So Freddie knew that the best way to calm you down was to just hold you until you had a clear head. 

This made you calm down a little, feeling his presence. His chest rising and falling against your ear, his. fingers stroking your arm and his scent fading into your nose. 

“My dear.. you know I care for you dearly and will never leave you no matter what, no matter what I am always here for you.”

“Even after all this time?”

“Always”