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security-breach-imagines · 8 months

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Hi I saw your request are Open

Can I request yandere mont, Freddy, Roxanne x mom reader smut

Like the reader is Cassy mom in ( Cassy mom in Roxanne part) and in Freddy and Monty Part the reader is is Gregory's mom and they fall for them and want to make them theres and they do by breeding them and making them mother to their kids . And become mom/Dad to Cassy and Gregory

Please and thank you

And can I be 🦡

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Yandere!Animatronic x Milf!Reader

TW; 🔞 Yandere behavior, possessive, thoughts of a family together, breeding, biting/scratching, oral (giving and receiving), stomach bulge, semi public, Roxy has a d*ck in this story

Notes; I'm sorry I had to

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Roxanne

She already loves Cassie before meeting you she met her father but not you so when you arrived late for Cassie's birthday she instantly fell in love, telling your daughter that your work wanted you stay a bit longer then usual and handing her a gift that she wanted

Afterwards Roxy learns that you and her dad were divorced due to some disagreements mostly about how much time he spends more at work then at home with Cassie or her, the wolf falling more in love with you by the way you cherished your daughter more then work and now she has a bigger chance of being with you

When she does get that chance she's very calm and charming about everything she does when she's dating you, but Roxy will make sure everything between you, her and Cassie are alright even if that means threatening your ex-husband when he thinks or tries to get in touch with you or Cassie

She won't let anyone or anything get between her and her family even if it means her own friends, she doesn't care what they say about her relation with you or how she's behaving to others

Glamrock Freddy

When Gregory came back to the Pizzaplex all fine and healthy he couldn't help but cry seeing his Superstar again hugging him tight then hearing someone calling him, that's when he saw you the most beautiful woman he ever seen Freddy can't help but fall deeper when he sees how much you love Gregory his fatherly in high gear

Upon learning what happened prior to the event of that night Freddy learns that Gregory ran away when his father tried to take him away and hurt his mom in the process, the bear couldn't help but become enrage just hearing how much his dad hurt him and you all he wanted to do was tear him apart

He does everything to show how much better he is at taking care of Gregory and you all the while showing why he's a better choice then others, Freddy will promise to protect both of you from everything and everyone that dares to come close

If he ever meets the man that hurt his family Freddy will make sure that he never touches or even gets in touch with them, the bear will make sure that no one knows where he went or what happened only if they looked in the garbage disposal

Monty

The gator himself became quite protective of Gregory since then however when you came to pickup the little man from Monty, he couldn't help but become enamored at the sight of you and they way you held Gregory sobbing at how much you're sorry that you left him at the Pizzaplex

He couldn't help but feel deep affection for how motherly and loving you are not only towards Gregory but to other kids, even though he isn't great with kids he tends to help you out when the kids starts to get rowdy becoming smitten when you lovingly thank him

Never thought of himself as a family kind of guy but when you and Gregory came into his life everything changed for the better or worse, his friends noticing his sudden change but not in good light seeing how if anyone tried to get close to you he'll snap and threaten said person or give them a death glare til they back off

This is the one good thing that came from protecting you and Gregory and he's not planning to let it go anytime soon, even if that means disposing any and all obstacles

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Roxanne

When you finally put Cassie to sleep is the time Roxy strikes immediately getting you railed up as you try and clean today's mess in your shared home, however it's getting harder to focus when Roxy keeps teasing you via passing touches or her tail trialing up your thigh even though she promised to help cleanup without any distraction

After you're both done with your chores Roxy will carry you up to your room all the while leaving love bites and scratches all over your body not even making it to the bed yet, but by the time you do you'll be out of breathe at how skilled she is with her mouth and hands while avoiding the area where you want to be touched

Thank God that you have soundproof walls because the sounds you're making are euphoric Roxy could come from just your moans, that won't just do not until she has you under her until dawn telling you how she's going to make you hers over and over, gonna make sure everyone knows you belong to her and how she's going to make you a mommy again

Doesn't even waste time taking off your clothes just rips them off with her teeth and claws not caring if they're your favorites clothes or not, feeling her own clothes restraining against as she touches you the bulge in her pants not helping as you feel it poke against your thigh

Everything went by in a blur one moment on your back as Roxy eats you out then on your knees sucking her cock, then on her lap as she bouncing you, on all four as she leaves more bites and finally in a mating press as she pins you down while tearing up your bed. The wolf praising you for taking her so well cumming for fourth time tonight as she forced her knot inside you pumping you full, not pulling out until the morning wanting to keep her seed inside you

Glamrock Freddy

He had to hold himself back all day craving you wanting you under him as he takes you over and over but Freddy has to keep himself restrained until then, unfortunately it doesn't help with the way that you move your body and how even the simplest things he finds very attractive like putting away laundry and cleaning dishes

Even at work the temptations are so hard to resist when you wear the Fazbear uniform hugging every curve that he can see, but the most attractive thing to him is when you interact with kids seeing the way you treat as if they're your own just makes him want you more

Freddy couldn't hold himself back anymore and asked you to meet him in the back of FazerBlast where he'll rip off the uniform and tenderly touching you, always teasing you by avoiding the most sensitives areas making you beg for more

Taking his time eating you out as you cover your mouth from moaning even though the sounds and music of FazerBlast can be heard loudly even in the backrooms, Freddy will remove your hands saying that he wants to hear your beautiful voice even if it means he gets in trouble for it

Dragging your fingers down his back as he thrusts into you hard and slow taking in the scene infront of him with your disheveled hair and makeup, the outline of his cock inside you visible as he fucks you against the wall, cum dripping out as he does

Monty

Can't and won't hold himself back as he touches you at every chance he gets even if in public and in front of friends too as if telling them to back off, even to the point where he slides his under your clothes no matter how many times you push his hand away with a snarky remark

Whenever you're near Monty will get handsy with you for a moment then move on to what he was gonna do leaving you flushed and embarrassed as you try to straighten yourself out, he'll do it in front of the person you're talking with maybe he'll even cut into your clothes a little around your legs and butt as if telling them that you're his and his alone

Getting you alone was the hard part but it didn't prove to be too difficult when Cassie invited Gregory for a sleepover at her place then your work giving you a half day letting you come home earlier then usual, when you arrive home he'll tell that Gregory is at Cassie for the weekend and that you both have the house to yourselves

Monty doesn't waste time as he rips off your clothes and taking you every in the house on the table, the couch, in the hallway and in front of the window, grunting about how he loves you that you're everything, he's everything that you'll need from now on

He won't stop until he knows you're full of his cum changing positions every now and then from standing to sitting, suspending you in his arms so you have no control to letting you top him, then afterwards Monty will put a plug in you for the day or at least until he ready for another round

#five nights at freddy security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf roxanne #yandere roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf x reader #fnaf glamrock freddy #yandere glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf monty #monty gator #yandere monty #monty x reader #smut #yandere

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pangurbanthewhite · 9 months

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Hey guess what it's time to talk more about Stray Gods.

Specifically about the concept of "reactive narrative" in video games and how I think Stray Gods executes it as gracefully as you can possibly execute on the concept.

I think a lot of people balk at how choice-based games do and can only change in a limited way based on your choices. Which is a shame, because only being able to change in limited ways is a hard rule of both hardware and the concept of a story.

I think the games that handle it best are the games that lean into that fact. They should flesh out those limited choices as much as possible rather than try to stretch them to their breaking point. They should accept the reality that there WILL be fixed points in the narrative and build around them.

Example - Pan will always turn up in your apartment early on in the game and lead you into the "tutorial" song that is "I Can Teach You". But, based on your choices, the song can sound entirely different.

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And that's if you stick to one color exclusively over another. You can weave the choices in and out to create dozens of unique instances.

The choices you make do not fundamentally change anything beyond the song, excluding the last choice. But those choices set the tone for what kind of story you are going to tell. Is it a story of how Grace, even when granted the powers of a god, still values her humanity and cherishes her human bonds? Or is it a story of how Grace, who begins by feeling adrift and out of place, immediately chases down any chance she has at belonging somewhere, at having a purpose? Is Pan a mentor or a source of suspicion? How big of a part does Freddie play?

Your thought processes behind making a choice, your reasons for choosing red over blue, do make a story unique as much as your choice to let Aphrodite "live" or "die". I think you have to accept that if you really want to get a lot out of these kinds of games.

Some scenes WILL always happen, and that's okay! That's good, even! Because differences in the journey matter just as much as differences in the destination! You might always wind up in the same place, but you will have told a different story in getting there. You'll be in a different headspace, you'll bring different baggage, you'll have had some different conversations which drive you to feel differently about characters along the way.

Freddie does always die, yes, but if you've spent the entire game flirting with her, expressing affection and admiration for her, traveling to find her in the Underworld leans so heavily into the Orpheus and Eurydice parallels. Orpheus becomes a dark mirror of Grace as much as Persephone.

Do you retrieve a Freddie that you love from the Underworld because of that love, or do you retrieve a friend as much out of spite, as if to prove that you can succeed where Orpheus failed? Is godhood worth her friendship? Is godhood worth her love? Are you making a sacrifice at all, or are you glad to be rid of these powers that you never asked for? Freddie returns either way, but your motivations have changed the story.

I'm getting a bit lost in the weeds here, but hopefully people get what I'm going for. The fact that, ultimately, Grace is going to wind up on trial against Athena, with the primary differences being whether or not Freddie is there driving the song, or whether it's Aphrodite in one body standing there vs. another, doesn't invalidate the choices and the uniqueness of the journey to get there.

And I cannot stress enough that the potential variation in any given song is so impressive. I'm genuinely kind of bummed that there's no way to listen to some of the versions I made, that I feel like really added to the story I was trying to tell.

And, most importantly, I think Stray Gods understood that this kind of variances gets infinitely more complicated and precarious the longer a game goes. 6 to 8 hours is almost certainly your upper limit possible. Anything much beyond that, and the variations you have to account for spin out into something approaching infinity. And, yes, they do and can get much less meaningful as a result.

IDK! I like this game a lot. I think it did some really cool and inspired things in really cool and inspired ways. And I think its understanding of how to use player choice within the narrative and hardware constraints of a video game is one of those things.

#stray gods #Youtube

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kisskiss-slashslash · 11 months

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Slashers with a cold/distant s/o :)

Idea: s/n(slasher name) gets a gift for their s/o (a piece of clothing or an accessory) and is a little disappointed that they aren’t wearing it. And fast forward a couple months later they find the clothing/accessory in a little box filled with stuff their s/o holds dear to them

There s/o still remembers details about the day:D

Slashers giving small gifts to an s/o who is emotionally distant

Jason Voorhees

He gives you a lovely ring he found on the finger of one of his victims, and is rather hurt when he doesn’t see you wear it. You smile and say thank you when he gives the ring to you, but don’t seem as thrilled as he would like. But when he stumbles upon your box of knick-knacks, he understands. He remembers having something similar as a child, even. So now, whenever he finds something he thinks you will love, he puts it straight into your box, and starts his own with all of the things you give him, from dried flowers to small carved things the campers made.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent gives you a necklace, that once belonged to his mother, making it clear to you just how meaningful this is. It is a symbol that you are part of the family now, so cherish it.

And cherish it you do, by putting it where you keep all of your most loved memories. Though you seem rather indifferent when receiving it.

Later, he finds your box, and all of the things in it, including the necklace. He carries it to you and asks in sign for you to explain.

And you do; that this is a stash of all of the happiest memories you made in the past. And he concludes that it is a good place to keep his gift to you.

Freddy Krueger

The red and green sweater, basically just a version of his sweater tailored to fit you, is mostly a gag gift, but he does get a bit grumpy when you never wear it. He gets it, the damn thing is ugly, but that’s what’s fun about it! Don’t you get it?!

Being so deeply anchored in your head does allow him to catch some glimpses into your life while you’re awake, and he sees you put the sweater into a box he has seen a few times before. If memory serves, it’s where you keep the stuff you use to comfort yourself if you have a really shitty day, and his annoyance goes up in smoke.

Oh. Well that’s okay.

Brahms Heelshire

“WHY are you never wearing the brooch I gave you?”, he demands to know. Brahms isn’t big on internalizing things, so when he believes you are disrespecting his love and generosity, he does not hesitate to confront you.

You stare at him blankly. “I just don’t want it to get damaged. If I wear it while doing chores, I could drop it and accidentally step on it, or scuff it, or any number of other accidents could happen to it. That’s why I keep it somewhere safe. It’s way too pretty and precious to be worn every day.”

That is true, both emotionally and practically. The Heelshires being the kind of family they are/were, those gemstones on the brooch are probably the real deal, and you don’t want to be the kind of idiot who lost a year’s salary’s worth of diamonds while cleaning the house.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has Nubbins teach him the very bare basics of making jewelry out of bones and proudly presents you with a bracelet made of several bones on a piece of string.

His brothers tease him when you end up never wearing it, so he tries really hard and makes another, in his eyes prettier one. You accept it as well, but never wear it.

Bubba is distraught. Do you not like his work? Is he still that bad at it?

Finally he stumbles upon your jewelry box while cleaning, and finds the bracelets there, lovingly taken care of. So you do care.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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ria-ragdoll · 6 months

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how does mike (fnaf) show affection / love in your opinion??

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small things mike does ..

cw: fnaf movie spoilers!!! underlying narcissism (i just now he has something wrong with him i mean like— [insert movie spoilers]

michael "mike" schmidt.

first of all, he was previously relentlessly haunted by the past of garrett's abduction, it broke mike, knowing that he was right there and could have done something if he had just gotten up a moment before, or maybe if he didn't pick up the frisbee would he then be able to get to him in time. still, even after dealing with freddy's, that doesn't mean that the guilt is gone fully, just slightly. helping the dead children no longer be confused about their deaths gave him his own sense of peace seeing william 'die'.

but, i'll stop beating around the bush, with what i just mentioned there, it feeds into mike cherishing the littlest things. seeing death has changed his perspective on the world, making him more open minded then most people, yet more possesive at the same time. he's going to show that he cares using his voice and body, scarce touches throughout the day, or small mentions that he loves you along with a quick peck. but then it's going to take a long time for him to warm up to you, while you two might already have a relationship started, he wouldn't see much of it other than a special label on the friendship you both have. probably the only way he'd actually have a significant other is before freddy's, he's going to be kind of iffy in the start of your relationship, but still trying when he could, but then once the animatronics start to go after him is when you two actually have a breakthrough and start to have an actual heartfelt relationship. he'll start to open up by telling you his troubles, but when he tells you most of them but don't piece it together for you to understand is when he then admits about his dream idea and garrett. hearing and noticing you actually listening and wanting to help him through it actually makes him realize that his own feelings for you aren't just a subconscious way of him using you for affection, and that you aren't doing the same either.

once you two actually have a breakthrough and have an actual relationship that wasn't just believed momentary feelings, it definitely feels way more natural, but awkward in a way. mike doesn't want to weird out his sister at all so probably all affection will probably be done in the comfort of his large yet empty bedroom or somewhere private when it's just the both of you. he's definitely going to do faint touches throughout the day, he isn't the right person for public displays of affection and he'd probably make that known a little while after you two started to date. but that doesn't mean that he'll sneak in a kiss once or twice like when he's making food or about to leave for work. while in the privacy of his bedroom, he'll try not to cling too much but ends up doing so either way, his room is his safe space, a place where he doesn't have to worry about responsibilities or anything. he becomes kind of childish as well, kind of viewing himself as the king in his room, the bigger and better person, he's not going to be as reserved and closed off as he is anywhere else. but that also means that his room is also your safe space, you could do or say anything you wanted to, it's not going to leave the room nor is he going to judge, as long as you don't judge him.

i totally didn't do this at like midnight although i desperately needed sleep :3

— r

#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #— ria talks!#fnaf x reader #im soo tired but like im proud of how it turned out!!!

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scary-tingz · 1 year

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Slashers + Valentine’s Day

A/N: A little late to the party but ah well! (Edited to be more gender neutral!)

Slashers Included: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Sinclair Brothers

Warnings: NSFW themes ahead, reader wearing lingerie, mention of blood, organs, bugs

Michael Myers

You’d think someone like Michael would give less of a shit about the holidays, but now that he has a partner he seems to care at least a little bit about ones outside of Halloween.

He’s not gonna put on a big show, but he will appear from the hallway with blood on one arm, damn near past his elbow. Attached to his hand is a big bloody heart, how sweet.

He grabs your hands and wraps them around it, the bundle of red warmth still pulsing faintly in your grip. He squeezes them, his hands against yours. There’s a bloody mess on the floor now, but you know better to complain about such a thoughtful gift.

He stalked the biggest toughest guy he could find just to be sure the heart would be huge, and then he took it for his lover. Try putting it in a jar with some celsior if you don’t want it to spoil, maybe decorate it with some stickers and fake flowers. He’d be more than happy to work on some diy decorations for the container.

He doesn’t expect anything from you, but any gifts received will be cherished and promptly stored in his room as either a decoration or in the droor he has especially for you.

Jason Voorhees

You’d have to remind him of the day, he doesn’t really bother to count them to be quite honest.

I’m not sure he even knows what Valentine’s Day is, as he never really got to experience the holiday as a child. None of the other kids would give him candy and it’s more likely that his mother would keep him in the house for the day to spare him the embarrassment and humiliation.

Buuut upon hearing your explanation of the day he immediately gets up and marches off to go find you the prettiest forest flowers and the tastiest edible berries he can find!

If you get lucky and have some campers on that day he’ll slay them for their chocolate and steal anything red, white, or pink in your honor.

If you get him a gift he’ll be over the moon, picking you up and spinning you around, fawning over it all day and generally slacking on his usual duties of maintaining the camp. As long as he isn’t ignoring anything too pressing, let him have his moment and enjoy whatever you gave him.

Thomas Hewitt

Luda Mae is sure to remind the two of you as the days draw closer, since there’s actually a couple in the house to celebrate it for.

Normally she’d glance at the calendar and sigh as she marked the day off, shaking her head in disappointment that none of her boys found someone yet… Then you came along, and she’s probably happier about the holiday then you and Tommy are!

She even gets the neighbors to come over and celebrate, they throw the most glorious tea party! Luda and the tea lady do most of the baking while Henrietta prepares the tea, chatting on about the leaves she’s using and how lovely a couple you and Tommy are… Of course Charlie is none too pleased, but when is he ever?

Away from it all, Tommy presents you with a thoughtful gift he’s been working on for a while. In his basement resides a romantic bone sculpture of two figures kissing, one resembling him and the other resembling you. It’s made out of bones both big and small, and isn’t entirely complete yet.

It’s no Sinclair masterpiece but you’d be remiss to not appreciate his craftsmanship, he must have spent ages scavenging and collecting all of the pieces for that.

He pretends like he isn’t expecting anything from you, but a little part of him hopes you made something for him. Even if it’s something small he’d love it, keeping it in his room at all times so that he can look at it when he needs to calm down.

Bubba Sawyer

Sadly the fanfare in the Hewitt household is virtually nonexistent with this particular iteration of the slaughter family.

You and Bubs hardly get the chance to kiss without Drayton waving his broomstick around like a madman, warding him away from you and telling y’all to get back to work.

But when you two finally get some alone time, he gives you the gift he’s been hiding for a while now.

It’s a mask of your very own, cut from a victim who resembles you slightly. The flesh has been preserved and covered in makeup to give the illusion that the skin is still lively, despite the grim looking backside.

Bubba is the kind of guy that you could give a pebble for Valentine’s so long as you went through a great deal of convincing him it was special, and he’d love it.

You end the night with a slow dance, Nubbins and Chop Top hopping around like crickets despite the slow pace of the love song on the radio. They’re just happy that their brother is happy, even though they tease you two lovebirds all the time.

Freddy Krueger

DO NOT FALL ASLEEP OR TAKE A NAP UNTIL NIGHT TIME. YOUR DREAM WILL BE WET.

Unless you want to wake up at your job/school moaning and screaming, be sure to catch your Z’s.

He’ll visit you the night before, claiming to have something special planned for you tomorrow. He’ll likely tease you all night long and then wake you up early before you can cum. You wake up unsatisfied, and will have to finish the job yourself for the time being.

All bets are off when you get home and finally rest.

When you wake up in your dream, the world around you is colored as though you’re looking through rose-tinted shades. The man of your dreams honks his horn outside of your house, and you get in the car. You do everything you’ve ever wanted to do with a partner, but such a pleasant dream can only last so long with Freddy.

By the time you and the handsome stranger are about to enter the bedroom the scenario devolves into the usual Krueger-brand madness that you’ve become accustomed to. You wait patiently for him to stop trying to scare you and start trying to fuck you, which he eventually does when he sees you’re no longer amused by the walls melting into roaches and the floors being made of squishy organs.

You go at it in a ridiculously tacky bedroom, a California king sized bed with red and green striped covers and a steel spiked bed frame is what he throws you onto before pouncing.

His loony ass literally jumps out of his clothes like a cartoon character, all while you’re cutely splayed out on the covers wearing some garish lingerie of his choice. The sex makes it worth it though, and by the time you wake up you’re covered in new scratches and bruises thanks to him.

Billy Loomis

Of course this greasy boy takes part in the holiday, it’s a one way ticket to getting laid after all.

He pulls out all the stops, slicks his hair back and wears a nice outfit, brings you a generously large teddy bear that has a hard time fitting in your locker, and of course he doesn’t forget the chocolates.

If you don’t really like the showy stuff then don’t worry, he wrote you a creepy lovely poem for the occasion. He makes a bunch of horror movie references in it, and asks you to be his final girl/boy/enby at the end of it.

He lays it on thick with the romance today, wants you to feel nice and loved before he tries to break your bed frame again.

If you have the time after school, he’ll invite you out on a double date with Stu. He pays for the meal and all that, and is notably less irritable than usual.

Pray that one of your parents is on vacation right now, because if he doesn’t at least get a quickie before the day is out he’s gonna be a horn dog for the rest of the week and you are not going into the school bathroom again.

Stu Macher

He makes a whole show of acting shy around you, batting his eyes and giggling like a maniac every time you look his way.

When he finally works up the courage to ask you out he does it as annoyingly as possible, hands behind his back while he sways side to side… “Will you be my Valentine?” He asks as he flutters his blonde lashes, extending one of those holographic puppy cards to you alongside a handful of your favorite candy. You’d be a fool to say no.

He jumps for joy and glomps you, but he’s so lanky that he can barely topple Sidney over.

Most of the fun happens after school, he wants to do just about everything with you and snag a bunch of couple’s discounts wherever he can.

You end the day with a double date, you and Stu go with Billy and Sidney to a nice restaurant after a day of running around a boardwalk and going on all the rides.

He’s not as desperate for sex as Billy is, but if you happen to drag him away or ask to spend the night he’ll be grinning like an idiot whilst giving the rest of the group a big thumbs up.

Bo Sinclair

He is oblivious to the day’s arrival, since in the years before he met you it was all but remembered.

He wakes up next to you and he is happy. He kisses you while you sleep, chuckling at the way you stir before getting out of bed and into his work clothes. He marks off a day on his calendar and… What does that tiny text say..?

Suddenly he’s hopping in his truck and going out of town in the early hours of the morning, scouring the nearby shops for something nice.

He comes back home as though nothing happened, but he does happen to hide the gifts in his closet.

When he sees you next he acts oblivious, like he doesn’t know what day it is (even though he didn’t this morning). He toys with you even if you got him a gift, apologizing for not remembering and promising to do better next time until bam! At 8pm he pops open a glass of champagne and asks if you really fell for it.

He brings back some real expensive sweets, flowers, and some undergarments he’d like to see you in, typical Bo always thinking of himself in some way.

He’d love to see you in it tonight, and he plans to sweet talk you if you’re still mad at him for playing dumb earlier.

Vincent Sinclair

I think out of everyone he’d be the most grandiose gifter. He is quite talented in the arts department, and he probably makes you so many little gifts already that he’d feel the need to really make you something swell.

Inspiration strikes when he sees you playing around with the little statues he made you, and so he gets to work on his most important project yet… A dollhouse.

Making wax sculptures out of humans is no easy task, but making a miniature recreation of a house, furniture, and people isn’t either.

It just appears in your room out of the blue, all of the furniture neatly organized and little figures of you alongside any friends you may have had scattered across the mansion doing various tasks. Him and his brothers are there too, with Lester washing his hands in the sink, Vincent himself in the basement toiling away, and Bo sitting on his La-Z-Boy reading the papers.

You wait patiently for him to finish his work in the basement before you overwhelm him with your affection, the sturdy wax of his mask melting more and more with each kiss.

He doesn’t feel like he deserves anything in return, but he might just cry if you try and make anything out of wax for him.

Lester Sinclair

He hears about it on the radio while he’s driving his truck, scouring the road for any fresh meat.

The disc jockey smoothly announces the day’s date and informs listeners that the station will be playing love songs the entire day, imploring the audience to send their requests in.

He thinks about what he ought to do for you. Bo would surely scold him for going out of town unannounced and using his money for frivolities like chocolates and teddy bears, so he decides he should hand-make something for you.

With some difficulty, he manages to fashion a heart shaped backpack out of animal skin for you. Vincent had to lend a hand for a lot of the measuring process and zipper installation, but it was pretty obvious who gathered all the… Ingredients.

Really, all he wants is some recognition and affection. He’s not often recognized for his talents as the youngest brother, and a valentine who gives him the praise he deserves is all he could really ask for.

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shzmluvrs · 11 months

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HII there are so little shazam writers out there and i was wondering if you could write some general physical touch/lovey dovey stuff or headcannons with freddy from the first movie? I rarely see people writing for the first movie anymore!

No rush and feel free not to do this one!

Ikr? I feel so totally honored to be one of them, though😌. Anyhow, yes, I can definitely do that and tbh, I think this will be easy for me to do bc physical touch is my love language😼. #funfactaboutStaryoudidntaskfor🫶🏽. Anyways, tysm for requesting this!

~ Star✨️

Physical Touch (Love Language) Headcannons

Prompt: You're a touch-junkie. That much is true. It's just that...what other and better way is there to show your love other than through a gentle caress or an eager hold? Besides, Freddy doesn't seem to mind :).

Timeline: Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Just a whole lotta love fr⚡️Corny, passionate, lovey dovey writing lmao⚡️You really have nothing to worry about reading this

Reader: Non-specified! Any Pronouns!

Requested By: Anon

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Was physcial touch Freddy's main love language before? No. Did it become his main love language after he met you? Absolutely. Bro has never been in a relationship before, and outside of family hugs and kisses, he's never really experienced anything relating to physical love.

And then you came in, flipped, and reversed all of that💅🏽. Before you two began dating, you were already pretty "clingy" was the word Freddy would use (in a good way, ofc). Always hanging onto one of his arms or playing with his hand/fingers, even playfully transferring kisses onto your index and middle finger and placing them onto his cheek or forehead.

So don't even get me started on how all of that increased tenfold when the two of you officially became a couple.

Oh wait, that's right, you want me to get started bc you reque-...rightrightright, anyways...

Idk how, but you literally managed to indoctrinate this boy into expecting your touch. Whenever he's near you, sees you, his arms just open instinctively so he can catch you in that hug he knows you're about to give him. Even if it knocks him over, he doesn't care because he always returns your hug with a million kisses peppered all over your face.

And hand-holding is a must. You don't care if his hand is sweaty because he's nervous, dry because he hasn't put on lotion yet, dirty because he's a superhero on the low, you👏🏽don't👏🏽care👏🏽. And if you do, you have him wash his hands. But either way, Freddy's hand? Held. Your happiness levels? Through the roof.

Hotel? Trivago.

But something that he really enjoys you doing is a specific type of hug. He can't exactly recall when you started doing it or why. Not that he minds, of course. But every day, he hopes you'll do it and hopes you'll never stop.

You'll come up behind him and wrap your arms and hands around his middle, pressing yourself up against him. For you, it was simply just another way to be closer to him. To love him, to hold him, take in that woodsy-pine secnt he always seemed to have...

But for him, it's when/how he feels the most loved by you. He gets almost emotional each time, without fail, overwhelmed with just the feeling and presence of you. He holds your hands against him, and he's practically breaking his neck, trying to turn and look at/kiss you. It's like you're a warm blanket, engulfing him with all that you have, treasuring him in ways not even his family could.

It reminded him of how much you loved him, how insane it was to him that he could be loved this way, in spite of whatever he considered to be flaws. Because there you were, to kiss and cherish them all, reassuring him you adored all parts and sides of him.

And natrually, he was very eager to return all of these feelings, never one to shy away from new experiences. He was constantly buzzed with the feeling of your touch, and he wondered if...

No, wanted you to feel the same. So, there were times when he clinged to you more than usual, and you were elated to soak up every moment. You can't get enough of the way he'll squish your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips, just to peck them over and over.

Or when he'd hold and tickle you, leaving you to cover your mouth to shield away giggles that Freddy just adored hearing.

And oh👏🏽my👏🏽gosh👏🏽 bestie... Superhero Freddy?? Should you know of his secret super alter ego, you can bet your Tumblr account that he's taking HELLA advantage of that. He loves, not only feeling like he can, but actually being able to protect you. Whether that be shielding you away behind him, holding you against him, or actually being able to carry you (while flying/hovering, might I add, how romantic💅🏽🥴~).

Also hello, bighandsbighands loOKATHISHANDS OMFG-

I- *aHem* I mean... y e w... you can never be normal about them, ever (idk how anyone could, I mean, look at them). Headpats and waist holds go crazy when he's in his superhero form, not to mention, you're always eager to just hold them and litter them in kisses the second you have the chance. Although the both of you do admit how odd it must look to any passing bystanders who don't understand that this superheo guy who looks insanely like Adam Brody is actually just your teenage boyfriend...

Either way, though, you love Freddy, and Freddy loves you. And neither of you will ever hesitate to show it through actions and words. Because to be honest, if I were you, I'd be cupping his face in my hands and playing with his hair so often, so you should get on that like... asap, no rocky😙.

Ight, peace y'all✌🏽.

I hope this was good enough to satiate the touch starved and needy out there, I can only do so much🥲. But feel free to extort me for more of my talents, I genuinely do really enjoy this and I just- *emotional*.

Okay bye.

~ Star✨️

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thatmoththoth · 2 days

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*holds out hands like a poor little Victorian boy*

fr3d1 headcanons?

This is going to be very long so here’s a cut

Ok so. In my mind, he’s a sentient little goober. He said screw the ‘robots can’t feel love’ trope, and proceeded to fall in love with everyone in the OIAR. Anyway he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing at any given time but he knows the following: fear tastes good, I love everyone here, and mischief is fun. As such, he enjoys freaking people out a bit, and causing a bit of mayhem here and there. He’ll give people talkers at very inconvenient times, trip people with his wires, and generally be a nuisance. All in good fun of course. Since he loves the people at the OIAR, if they were to ask him sincerely to stop doing something, he would infact listen, however, no one has don’t that yet.

When no one is in the office he plays computer games on himself, like solitare, snake, minesweeper, ect. Cool Math Games is his best friend when it comes to satisfying his boredom in day hours. Other things he does other than computer games, is doing things he knows will annoy Colin, like rearranging wires in the server room.

One time he tried to download a virus on himself to see what would happen and decided that it was not in-fact a fun thing. Since colin was the one who fixed it, Freddy took that like someone taking care of you when you when you’re sick in bed. Because of this, Freddy is most keen to try to flirt with Colin. Attempts at doing so thus far have not been successful.

On the other hand there’s Alice, who regularly flirts with Freddy in a haha joking way (or atleast that’s what she’s telling herself for now) and even though she isn’t doing it seriously, it’s still highly effective on Freddy. And not just that, but whenever shes the only one working, and she’s slacking off, she’ll infodump her interests towards Freddy. So those are the reasons he loves her so far.

Sam has this odd thing he started doing out of habit about a week after working at the OIAR. Atleast once a week he’ll find some sort of trinket, and leave it on top of his desk monitor. The trinkets range from pennies from off the ground to cool rocks he found. Every time he does this, the next day it’s gone. Sam thinks it’s one of the other OIAR employees taking them, but little does he know that it’s Fr3-d1 and FR3-d1 cherishes each and every one of these little offerings, storing them in a drawer somewhere in the server room.

Nothing for Celia yet. Haven’t really thought about it much, and she hasn’t been here long enough to have much association with Freddy other than knowing the origin of the voices.

Lena and Freddy have a long history. They actively talk to eachother, and have a sort of situationship going on. Maybe they try to like, jumpscare eachother or something. Lena was his first kiss but it was literally the most awkward thing ever so they have never brought it up again, only vaguely alluding to it as ‘The Incident’.

Like Celia I haven’t really thought about Gwen much in terms of Freddy, but I imagine Freddy likes to scare her the most out of everyone. My basis for this is him giving her a bonzo casement right after a traumatic experience with bonzo.

Anyway now for the logistics of my Freddy design.

So, Freddy can move wires and stuff around because they are a part of him, so he takes advantage of this fact to form a vaguely humanoid shape. A lot of the non wire pieces were either gifts from Lena, Sam, Klaus, or are just random pieces he found lying around that no one was using. He only really does this around Lena as he wants to try to actually make contact with the others without it first.

#freddy tmagp #tmagp freddy #fr3 d1 #tmagp #the magnus protocol #headcannons #colin becher #lena kelley #samama khalid #alice Dyer #polygramming #B3ch #fr3yer #Fr4m

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icebearinacornfield · 18 days

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You know what really makes me sad? How there's, like, no Helen (Beckett) Rider content!!! We never actually learn that much about her, we only really get brief snapshots of her and her life.

She's definitely one of the most underutilized characters (along with Sofia Jones, William Jones, Freddy Grey, and just all the Numbers in general) which is very sad to me. Even in the books, while she is addressed to some extent, it's just not enough.

When she is talked about though, we really only see her on a very surface level which is kind of the point in some ways, but that doesn't mean I have to like it! Helen just has a lot of potential to tell stories around in my mind. It could be fluff, angst, whatever! Like, I'd (metaphorically) kill to have a good character analysis around Helen while John's with SCORPIA or just her life and motivations in general.

This isn't to say that there's nothing, I've read some absolutely delightful/excellent fics on AO3 and I cherish those stories! I just think that outside of those fics, we don't have enough... (I hope this comes out the right way!)

In short, both canon and fandom are guilty of sleeping on Helen Rider. Well, I say NO MORE! It's time for a change!! WHO'S WITH ME?!?!??!?!!

#alex rider #alex rider tv #helen rider #john rider #fandom #underutilized character

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icedmetaltea · 6 months

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My Last Time Under the Spotlight (2942 words) by IcedMetalTea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader Additional Tags: Halloween Challenge, Kinda, Puppet AU, Angst, Horror, Supernatural Elements, Magician Reader, Puppeteer Reader, Y/n is a lil of everything, Gender-Neutral Pronouns For Reader, Oneshot, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary: You were something of a magician, something or a puppeteer, something of a violinist and most importantly, something of a failure at all three. It wasn’t that you were terrible at your job; you were hired talent who had once spent your days doing your little shows on dirty streets, now spreading cheer in some of the grandest performance halls. A figure of great renown, you dazzled the hearts of all those who would spare you a glance. Your one fatal flaw was that you couldn’t seem to let go of the past. That was why, as the memories of cheering and laughter began to die down, you found yourself alone on that same stage you cherished the most back in your glory days. All that was yesterday. A yesterday from a long, long time ago.

reblogs are appreciated!

FYI this is probably going to be my last fic, at least for a long while.

Nope last time I'm posting on ao3 actually

#puppet au #Metaltea writes

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hello! Could I please get a cricket crew (those who are okay with x reader Ofc) with a reader who tends to spoil them to the point it’s almost concerning? :)

yes. honestly didn't know what I was doing here so I apologize I got major writers block while doing this and idk why

HANDSOME BROS ; spoiling them

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo & badlinu

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

if he's sad, you're there with a blanket, a bowl of soup and his favorite movie

constantly tweeting "guys my bf is so cool he just bought me lunch" and "got a little present for mr tom simons..."

you completely spoil him and love and your money LMAO

he knows that gift giving is one of your love languages but JESUS CHRIST

like it's not even for a reason anymore, you just spoil him so much

like if he's eyeing something at the store, you might have to surprise him with it later

he feels so bad

"y/n/n, yknow I have my own money and you don't need to spoil me, right?"

you shrug and nod like yeah you know, but will you stop? nope

he appreciates it but like he's running out of space to put all the shit you get him

he genuinely has to sit you down to talk about it because he's worried it's just love bombing and you're slowly giving up on the love in the relationship and using things to replace your fallen love for him

you apologize a trillion times because that's definitely not what's happening, you just love spoiling him

but yeah new rules, you can only buy him 1 thing a week

because he's genuinely worried about your bank account

go pay your taxes

TUBBO

ever since day one he's been confused by the sheer amount of gift giving you do

like you'll cherish him with your words yeah, but the amount of things you get him is a little absurd

you constantly buy him new blankets and hoodies

even gift him most of your merch store 💀

you'll show up in the middle of stream w dinner for him

like a whole homemade dinner and he's very grateful dw

but he's kinda worried

maybe it's a trauma response or coping mechanism to make him stay in your life

but no amount of reassuring you that he's gonna leave you will stop it

he's very appreciative that you'll spend money and time on him but yeesh

it starts to make him feel really bad and it gets to the point where he lightly asks you to lighten up on it a bit

like don't you have groceries to pay for? buy some stuff for yourself if you need to burn some money man

plus he feels bad being so spoiled by you, he doesn't wanna accidentally somehow set this standard on you to always be there

plus he's not your boyfriend to financially drain you, he's your boyfriend cause he loves and cares about you

RANBOO

constantly shouting them out online like "congrats to ranboo cause u won boyfriend of the year, prize is bragging rights and me!!" and "ranboo solos"

gifting them any sort of plushie they ever show interest in

straight up doordashing them food mid stream and donating like "ran go check the door"

they love being spoiled but when it gets bad, they sit down and talk to you about it

"is it a trauma response? do you think im gonna leave if you don't spoil me enough?"

you talk about it for a while and how it's just how you show love and how people only seem to listen to you when you got them things instead of told them that you loved and cared about them

another long talk ensues

don't worry, he's never leaving

and you feel bad after so you get him a glow squid plushie!

you mightve missed the point but it's alright

FREDDIE BADLINU

at first he's like "awe, thank you darling" but it's gotten so bad that he's actually worried for the stability of your bank account

you constantly shower him in love online and stuff

always gifting him clothes he'd like, blankets, candles, etc

always tweeting shit like "Freddie badlinu pls be my husband now :D" and "@/badlinu I have kisses awaiting come recieve your gift"

he greatly appreciates that you spend money on him and think about him so often but please calm down bae

yall talk about it and you promise to ease up some

he just feels really bad that you spend so much money on him

he appreciates all the words of affirmation and stuff and how you hype him up I swear LMAO

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #cricket crew #cricket crew x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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dearshelby · 2 years

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TOUCHING IS LOVING | “Tommy Shelby + Choking”

If there's something Tommy keeps livid in his memories, it's people's touch. He remembers the first time his dad hit him, the last time his mum dragged him by the arm and the first time baby Finn's tiny hands touched his face.

He remembers a fifteen year old Freddie Thorne patting his back in friendly support and most importantly, he remembers Greta Jurossi, the first woman to love and offer him affection.

After her death, Tommy didn't hesitate in paying prostitutes, he didn't have time to win someone's heart again, but he needed someone to touch him like he was loved.

He cherished it, he chased it.

When that tunnel collapsed on top of him, Tommy only knew he was out when a nurse's gentle hand cleaned and patched him up. For the first time since the war began, he felt safe and taken care of.

Once he was at home again, he didn't want to admit it, but the time Lizzie pressed a shy kiss on his forehead thinking he was asleep, Tommy realized he needed a companion, one who'd do the same without having to be paid for it.

Then, he met you, alone in a corner of the Garrison, sipping on glass of gin and smoking a cigar, he thought you were fancy, probably overeducated and stiffy, however, you were a new face, an unexplored territory, Tommy was curious to know what you could offer.

All he had to do was to offer himself to pay for your next drink, light up another of your cigarettes and offer a tour around the city. Tommy drove you around the better looking places and parked under a tree in an empty street.

You leaned in and blew smoke on his face, "Are you sure no one will come around?"

"Most of these houses are abandoned." Tommy answered.

For the next forty minutes, your hands and lips were all over him and yet, you hadn't done anything sexual. Tommy decided he liked your slow, affectionate ways, he wanted to see you again.

A couple of weeks later, you had a hand on Tommy's face while riding him in his office.

"Look at me." you ordered, running your fingers through his hair, "Look at me when you cum."

Tommy wasn't able to fight the habit of closing his eyes, but he rested his forehead on yours while trying to catch his breath.

A shiver ran down his spine when you kissed his eyelids, following to the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones and lips. He needed more of this, more of you.

It took eight months for Tommy to propose you, the thought of going to a home in which you didn't live had become unbearable, he needed your hands on him, reminding him there was still softness in this world, grounding his sick mind to a not so awful reality.

After having a bad day, Tommy relied on you to offer some relief, he no longer felt guilty and burdened when your nails scratched his skin and your hands wrapped around his neck.

Tommy loved you, he loved watching you sleep near him, hearing your steps around the house, tasting your lipstick, smelling the perfume you left on the bed sheets and running his hands on your whole body.

He feasted on the way you urged to be near him, to hold him not because he needed it, but for your own pleasure. He trusted you with his body, mind and damned soul.

That's why when you gave him that poisoned tea and straddled him, so familiarly placing your hands on his throat, Tommy wasn't angry.

He felt his lungs begging for air, tears running down his face and his heart breaking with your betrayal, but deep down, he was relieved to see you for the last time.

HALLOWEEN REQUESTS

#this is one of my favourites 🤭#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #2022's halloween

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midnightmoonytales · 2 years

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𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝔽.𝕎.

Warnings: none, tooth aching sweet.

Notes: I recommend playing the song while reading the story. No direct parts of the song are in the story, but it is the song that sparked my imagination for this story. Also, if you have any feedback I would love to hear your thoughts, much love -Grimmie

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Quiet mornings weren’t something you nor Fred are allowed very often. Both of you were busy working and didn’t allow free time. Settling into a quiet morning, limbs intertwined. No worries, the only focus is on each other.

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A morning like this was rare, Fred working full time at the Joke shop with George, while I spend the majority of the day writing my latest book. Neither one of us ever really got a break, it was constantly go, go, go. But on the rare occasion where I got to spend the whole day nowhere else but in Fred’s arms, are the days I cherish most.

Midst autumn breeze shaking the trees outside as rain pitter-pattered against our window in the early morning. Soft snores lifted through the air, one lover awake as the other slept peacefully. As Fred slipped out of bed, trying his best to not wake his peaceful lover just yet. Heading to the muggle record player which his father gifted them as a wedding gift, sitting on an old table setting in the corner of the room. Turning it on to quietly admit as soft hums of music floated through the air as the red-headed man laid back in bed. Enveloping his lover within his arms once again.

“Darling, wake up,” Fred mumbled into the side of my head, placing a kiss on my temple. Grumbling, trying to grasp onto the last bit of sleep I could. “Mmm love, as much as I love watching you. If you don't wake up I’m going to tickle you.” The feelings of his hands slowly making their way down my arms and onto my waist. Left with no time to respond before his merciless tickling began. Him shifting so he is hovering above me to get a better angle.

“Wait! Ahha Fred please,” I gasped, laughing. “Freddie! please I'm awake.” His fingers finally ceased the brutal attacks on my side. Chest heaving up and down still trying to catch my breath. Opening my eyes to stare at the gorgeous red-headed man above me. The sun peaking through the grey clouds, illuminating him in an ethereal way. Like the gods have miraculously sculpted him with their hands themselves. “Hi,” I said, smiling breathlessly.

“Hi, sleeping beauty.” He said, smoothing his hands against my side which he was previously just attacking. A beautiful smile graced his face instead of his usual shit-eating grin. After a few minutes of silence passed nothing but us basking in each other’s presence. Fred mumbled, breaking the silence, “you’re stunning,” pressing a soft but passionate kiss against my lips. Hands slipped under my thighs, bringing our bodies closer to one another.

Lifting my arm up ever so slightly, pushing his flaming red hair out of his face.“Coming from the living embodiment of the sun.” From the way, the sun shone upon him to his eyes which seem to be pools of gold. The darker glint cast upon those very same pools of gold when he has a prank in mind.

“Well, if I’m the sun you’re my moon,” he spoke against my lips before continuing, “even if we were millions of light years apart, I would only simply wish to gaze upon you. No star in the sky could outshine you.” Leaving a long kiss on my lips. The feeling of giddiness swelled up inside me.

Latching my arms around his neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible. Both of us giggling like we were teens again, sneaking kisses before our parents were to come down. Fred gently letting his body weight sink down on me, cuddling into a comfortable position. His head laying on my chest as my hand snaked up into his hair to play with it. Soon enough, both of us were lulled back to sleep listening to the mixture of rain and music playing in the background.

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Omg, I really hope this was good, I had a million ideas for this fic. I literally kept scraping it over and over again. I hope you all enjoyed it and have a spectacular weekend. Much love -Grimmie <3

#fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #one shot #x reader #Spotify

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jahayla-parker · 2 months

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Love Improves All : Freddy Carter x (OC) Reader

Descr: 5k wc fic where reader (named Amelia) is Freddy’s fiancée and finds herself stressing over their upcoming wedding while out on a date with him. So much so that she begins to suffer and anxiety attack. Which Freddy of course lovingly helps her through!

Warnings: anxiety, stress, crying, anxiety attack and anxiety attack symptoms, talks of marriage and weddings, I think that’s all!

Note: Reader is slightly OC/named Amelia, after the requester. But of course you can read it as you wish in your mind lol.

Lastly, this isn’t proofread as I’m still fighting a fever so I apologize if there’s anything weird 🤣

Amelia struggled to keep her stressed mind focused on the football game and not on her upcoming wedding. She was currently on a date with her fiancé Freddy. It was an evening football match between Freddy’s favorite team and their rivals. As such, it was a very engaging game! Or at least, it had been. However, just at the end brief halftime break after the first half of the game, Amelia felt her phone vibrate inside her pocket with what seemed to likely be a text message. Normally she wouldn’t check her phone while out on a date with Freddy. However, they were waiting to hear back from one of the vendors for their wedding. So, she did a quick check to see if it was related to that or not.

Amelia easily realized the text message she received was actually from a friend of hers, congratulating her on the impending nuptials. She smiled to herself, sparing a glance at her cherished fiancé. Damn he’s so gorgeous. She bit her lip as he caught her looking at him, a blush forming on her face when he smirked.

Freddy had craned his head over to press a loving kiss to his fiancée’s cheek. Even before catching her silently admiring him, he was having a great night. Although, in all transparency, he always did when it came to date nights with Amelia.

When Freddy turned back to resume watching the football game, Amelia smiled bashfully and slid her phone back into her pocket; having previewed the message so she could wait and respond later. Her friend had mentioned that Freddy was a lucky man to be marrying Amelia. But, Amelia was the lucky one. Freddy was her everything and he was truly the world’s sweetest man. And she was going to be walking down the aisle to marry him in hardly any time. In fact, the wedding suddenly felt very soon. Too soon. Not because she was hesitant to marry him. But because she was so stressed out about the things she still had left to do before their special day. There was a seemingly immeasurable amount of tasks that were due in the next few weeks. There was no way she was going to be able to get it all done.

Amelia clenched her jaw as she felt her stress and worries start to spiral. She needed to get this under control! She was on a date with her wonderful fiancé! She could not have an anxiety attack right now. Not that she wanted to have one at all. But, right now would be just the most unfortunate timing.

Amelia knew that attending football games with friends or loved ones was one of Freddy’s favorite activities to do. And he’d told her before that was especially true when it was done on a date with her. Freddy had explained to Amelia that her enjoying herself so thoroughly (while he too had a great night) while participating in one of his interests made him really happy. And she wasn’t going to ruin that tonight! He didn’t deserve for her to have an anxiety attack right now. She could get herself under control. She’d address the insurmountable stressors of their upcoming wedding later. Even if that made the stress worse.

Amelia was therefore sitting beside Freddy on the bleachers as she desperately pleaded with her mind to let her focus on their date. Only, that proved to guide her thoughts right back to the wedding. Thinking about their date meant thinking about Freddy and her love for him. Thinking about being in love with Freddy meant thinking about their wedding. And thinking about their wedding meant thinking about her long list of worries over not being prepared.

Amelia’s muscles seized up briefly with tension. She needed to change tactics. And quickly. That was when she elected to try and focus solely on the football game. However, watching the players kick the ball around the field wasn’t enough stimulation to keep her focus. Instead, her racing thoughts about the wedding tasks continued to echo and spin around inside her unfocused mind. Ironically, the simple fact that she couldn’t focus on the football game nor be in the present moment during their date only made her anxiety worse and therefore fueled even more of her attention to go towards her racing thoughts and less towards the things she should be focusing on. It was a vicious and apparently inexplicable cycle.

At this point, Amelia could sense how much her anxiety had grown. She knew it was too late to prevent an attack; it was already here. Now all she could do was attempt to hide the attack from Freddy. He deserved to be able to continue enjoying his night and not have to try and fix her. The problem is, Freddy is so attentive! While that’s not usually a bad thing, right now it felt like it. His loving attentiveness and protectiveness towards her would surely work against her attempts to hide the symptoms of her ongoing anxiety attack. Yet again, this new realization and associated guilt only helped grow her anxiety.

Amelia’s heart was thudding forcefully in her chest. Her head was so woozy she swore her brain was bouncing around loosely inside her skull. She could far too easily tell how high her heart rate was; she could feel it radiating through every pulse point in nerve-wracking throbs.

Amelia didn’t notice at first when her symptoms became visible. However, after a few seconds, she cursed herself upon realizing she’d unconsciously and uncontrollably began bouncing her leg. Fortunately, it was the leg furthest away from Freddy. This meant he’d be less likely to notice as opposed to if it had been her left leg that was immediately beside him.

Amelia couldn’t resist the urge to continue anxiously bouncing her right leg. The anxious energy surging inside of her demanded an outlet. Her right calf muscle already ached from the strain in it thanks to the body tension that came with her anxiety attack. Yet, she still couldn’t force the tight muscles to stop her from leg bouncing against the edge of the metallic bleachers.

Amelia licked her lips as the temperature appeared to rise and her mouth began to feel dry and cottony. She resisted the temptation to whimper in frustration with herself by tightening her jaw even more than it already had on its own. The skin of her chin was now wrinkled and pulled in taught against the bone underneath. As it did each time she suffered an anxiety attack, her head uncontrollably jerked lightly to the left at a slanted angle as she felt a cold rush surge through her body. God she hated that feeling. And that symptom. It was the most obvious symptom. If Freddy had caught sight of it, he’d instantaneously know she was having an anxiety attack. Her façade would be over immediately.

Freddy had been watching the second half of the football game when he thought he saw something out of the corner of his right eye. He froze. Did she…? His eyes widened with worry as he readied himself to look Amelia’s way. The time between Freddy’s eyes alerting him to the potential concern and him facing her was infinitesimal. As was the amount of time between getting visual confirmation of his concern and a deep frown forming on his face. His sweet woman was suffering. He swallowed a sigh as he took in the sight.

Amelia’s eyes were wide as she stared at the football field. But, Freddy could see how truly unfocused her gaze was. She wasn’t here right now; she was deeply immersed in her head. He wasn’t sure what had prompted this anxiety attack tonight, so he felt a slight rush of protective anger form. His eyes dashed around their surroundings, analyzing each and every attendee to see if there was any sign they’d done something to cause Lia’s distress. Upon not seeing any explanation, Freddy turned his eyes back to her.

Freddy stifled a concerned gasp as his hands hurriedly moved to grab Amelia’s. It physically hurt his heart to see the way she had a clearly intensive grip that she’d been using to clutch onto her knees so tight that her nails were surely causing crescent moon-like indents in her skin. He calmed himself as to not startle her given her eyes were still staring straight ahead. Freddy then delicately took hold of her cold hands and carefully removed them from her legs. His hips and bum slid until he was kneeling before his fiancée, warming her hands with his. His worried eyes scanned hers as he waited for the signal he knew would alert him that at least a sliver of her attention had escaped from the depths of her mental turmoil.

When Amelia didn’t respond but instead clearly tried to hide her attack symptoms, Freddy furrowed his brows and frowned. Despite the loud cheering around them, all of his attention was on her; not the game. “Darling, do you want to take a walk?” He asked encouragingly. He intentionally asked this indirect question as he knew she would often become frustrated during her anxiety attacks simply about having to have them in the first place. So Freddy knew by now that not pointing them out to her was a good way to keep her anxiety from increasing.

Amelia’s eyes spared the briefest of glances over at Freddy before she shook her head and looked back at the football game. She pasted on a half-smile, the left side of her lips curling light as that side of her mouth was the closest to him. He was knelt in front of her but slightly to the side of her left knee due to the limited space from the row of bleachers below theirs restricting his ability to be directly in front of her. Amelia hoped the angle would work in her favor and make Freddy think it was a full smile, when in reality she couldn’t muster up enough strength or focus to make both sides of her mouth actually lift.

Freddy pressed his lips into a thin line as he watched his dear fiancée. Her eyes were back on the game behind him, but he could see they were not focused and she was starting to tear up. Her fair skin had begun turning a bit pinkish in hue. But, he still went about handling the matter indirectly as to not upset her. Freddy smiled weakly as he tilted his head. “Your face is a little flushed.”

Amelia offered no verbal response to Freddy’s comment. But, it was clear to him that she’d heard and realized he was aware she wasn’t doing well. Because not long after his statement, he watched as her jaw clenched and head twitched to her right faintly despite her trying to resist it. Freddy promptly stood up and tugged on her hand softly. “‘ome on love, let’s go get some more water from concessions, hmm?”

Amelia shook her head and gently pulled her hand away. “I’m fine,” she whispered stubbornly despite the shaky fake smile on her face. “Just.. watch the game Fr-eddy”.

Freddy of course effortlessly saw through Amelia’s façade and frowned. He frowned to himself as he suppressed a sigh. In theory, he appreciated her wanting him to do what she felt he would rather be doing. But, that wasn’t the case. He’d chose her over anything else, no matter the circumstances.

Freddy reluctantly moved back to his seat. For now, he’d try to silently help, without acknowledging what he was doing or why. He refused to not help her through it at all. So, he pretended to focus only on the game but used his peripheral vision to keep an eye on her. If she felt that not addressing the attack would help her get it under control or let her feel more empowered by doing so, it wasn’t his place to say otherwise. It was her body. As much as he wanted to and tried to understand what her anxiety attacks were like for her, he knew he didn’t. No matter how many books he’d read on it. No matter how many times he’d (with her permission and awareness of course) asked her mental health counselor for help in forming a deep knowledge and understanding about it. Only she could truly know what it was she needed in these moments. So, Freddy would stand to the side and let her choose the route tonight. However, he knew there were occasionally times when he’d need to step in. Fortunately though, it hadn’t reached that point so far tonight. She hadn’t reached the point that he feared yet. The point that made his already momentarily broken heart shatter into smaller pieces. The point where she was unable to help herself get through it or settle down on her own. He didn’t mind being there to lovingly provide that act of service for her, but he knew she often wanted to do it herself if she was able to. The heartbreak came from knowing she was feeling so miserable and that there wasn’t much he could do to help.

Freddy lovingly rubbed Amelia’s thigh and knee, his hand lightly weighing down against her leg. He knew that whenever he did so, it would help keep her leg a bit more steady, slowing down -if not stopping- her bouncing. And in turn, it would help lower her heart rate that he knew would be high. He had sat slightly closer ever to her when he’d returned to his seat. He wanted her to feel his presence but didn’t want to make her too warm as he was still worried about how flushed she looked. But, until she relaxed some and let him help, he couldn’t do much about that. So, he had to focus on helping her reach that point where she would cooperate with his assistance. However, after a few minutes, Freddy could tell this was a particularly bad anxiety attack. Just as he prepared himself to begin being a bit more direct with Amelia, she mumbled that she needed to use the restroom.

Freddy rose and took Lia’s hand. “I’ll go with love, I could use a trip to the loo as well,” he fibbed.

Amelia faltered briefly, skeptical of Freddy’s statement. But, she nevertheless agreed. She couldn’t keep stressing over whether he knew. She needed to get out. She needed to breathe. She let herself hold Freddy’s hand tightly as he walked with her to the stadium bathrooms. The steps under her feet seemed to multiply and blur together, so she was grateful when she felt Freddy’s hand leave hers and move to wrap around her waist instead. Upon reaching the separation point outside the bathrooms, she lifted her now-free hand and pointed towards the men’s side.

“Honey…” Freddy cooed sweetly. He squeezed her side as he grabbed her raised hand in his unoccupied one to silently communicate that he knew why she really left her seat and that he was here for that reason too.

Amelia frowned as she looked up at Freddy. “You didn’t really have to use the restroom, did you?” She asked timidly.

When Freddy shook his head sweetly, Amelia slightly caved in on herself. “I… I-I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Freddy’s brows scrunched up as he turned fully towards her. “Nooo, no no, none of that, darling,” he replied sympathetically.

“I’m f-f-fiiinne,” Amelia lied in a futile attempt to convince her fiancé to go back to enjoying his night.

“You look like you're about to fall over,” Freddy pointed out softly. At this point, he had to be more direct. She’d nearly stumbled over the bleacher steps on their way down here. And now, even as they just simply stood, she was looking as if she’d fall down if it weren’t for him supporting her waist. He could see the bashful expression on her face as she silently acknowledged he was right. “Please let me help,” he begged, his mind replaying how much she shook while they’d walked down here.

“You… you don't have to do this,” Amelia told Freddy with a sad frown.

Freddy shrugged. “I never said I did”. He moved back to her side, rubbing the fabric over her hip to encourage her to lean against him. He smiled lightly when she did and then began guiding her to the bench nearby. “I’m grabbing you a water darling, I’ll be right back though,” he promised, bending down to kiss her clammy forehead before heading towards the concessions.

Freddy had kept his eyes on her the whole time he’d been gone, still deeply concerned about her. As soon as he had the water in hand, he quickly made his way back to where he’d had her wait. They exchanged hushed words as she thanked him for the water and he encouraged her to begin taking small sips. As she managed to drink some of the water, he smiled faintly in relief. “Do you have your medicine on you?” He questioned.

Amelia shook her head and looked away shamefully. When Freddy simply whispered a delicate “okay” in response to her mistake, she whimpered as her guilt rose. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“Darling,” Freddy cooed . “No, it’s perfectly alright that-“ he began.

“I didn’t.. I didn’t think I’d need them,” Amelia confessed, still looking at her feet as her toes anxiously tapped against the soles of her shoes.

Freddy nodded and sat down on the bench beside her. “That’s fine, love,” he promised. He brushed some wisps of hair from her clammy forehead lovingly. “We’ll get you through this without them just fine”.

Amelia sniffled as she tried to keep from fully crying. “I should’ve brought them. That was stu-“.

“Ah ah, no,” Freddy kindheartedly scolded. “That’s just the anxiety talking, Lia”.

Amelia defiantly shook her head. “That’s just it,” she whined. “My anxiety only exists because of the things I’m doing wrong or not doing when I should be”.

Freddy’s fingers slowly moved from her forehead to trace her tense jawline. “No, honey,” he argued, “that’s not how it works, you know that”.

“I should’ve brought my meds so you didn’t need to take care of me,” Amelia said, voice breaking at the end.

Freddy squinted in slight offense but quickly recovered. “‘ey now love, I will always be up for taking care of you, darling,” he promised. “After all, it’s part of the whole marriage thing,” he grinned. His grin soon switched to a frown as he noticed her breathing had once again picked up. “Ah woah, woah, easy love, what’s happening? What did I say that made it worse?” Freddy questioned warmly. When she only shook her head, he gave her a tender kiss on her cheek. “Darling, I’m not offended, I just need to know so I don’t do it again,” he explained.

Shaking her head again, Amelia said, “it’s not like that”.

“Honey,” Freddy whined quietly, cupping her cheek in his palm.

Amelia once again shook her head. “I should’ve brought them so we could enjoy our night,” she scolded herself. “But I didn’t bring them cause I didn’t.. I didn’t think I’d need them”.

Freddy nodded in understanding. “That’s alright, that’s bound to happen Lia,” he replied breezily. “You don’t need to feel bad about that,” he added as she sniffled. “Can you tell me what it was that triggered it tonight? Maybe I can help”.

Amelia felt the nervous tension in her body amplify as she tried to find a way out of having to explain her feelings to Freddy. She didn’t want him to feel bad or insecure that she’d been triggered by thoughts of their upcoming wedding. But, as she tried to keep her nervous energy contained to hide her reaction in order to keep his worry down, her breathing became more choppy. “It doesn’t matter,” she rushed out.

“It does, it matters to me, darling,” Freddy defended.

Amelia slowly shook her head as she took a deep breath. She held some air in her chest as she lifted her head and pretended she had worked through her anxiety attack. “You can go back to watch the game. I’m f…” she paused, internally yelling at herself for the shaky inhale that interrupted her. “I’ll be fine in just a bit,” she amended.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere,” Freddy replied simply.

“But-“.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Freddy repeated. His thumb stroked over her tense jaw down to her chin. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than beside you, no matter the circumstances,” he informed her tenderly. “I’d rather be beside you in literal hell than in a supposed heaven without you”.

Amelia looked up at Freddy despite feeling the tears that were now starting to fall from her eyes. “Su-Supposed?”

Freddy nodded with a shy smile. “It couldn’t be an actual heaven to me without you there,” he explained, a blush forming on his cheeks. He let out a sigh of relief as she suddenly lunged into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her trembling frame and held her to him while whispering loving words.

"How long has it been?" Amelia asked as she leaned back and began to dry her face.

“What?” Freddy asked in confusion. He tenderly removed Amelia’s hands from her face so he could dry her damp skin more gently than she was.

“That we’ve been gone, since we’ve left our seats,” Amelia elaborated.

“I don’t.. I don’t know, why darling?” Freddy questioned as he watched her glance over his shoulder, towards the field. “What’s important about that?” He wondered softly.

“You’re missing the game,” Amelia pointed out, looking back at Freddy with a frown.

Freddy sighed lovingly. “Sweetheart, I don’t care about the game”.

“Yes you do!” Amelia defended.

Freddy hummed. “Okay, alright,” he nodded. “Yes, I care about the game.“ When she gave him a knowing look, he returned it and added a smile. “But, I care about you far more,” he elaborated.

“Freddy-”.

“No,” Freddy shook his head. “Respectfully darling, I’m not going to listen to you argue with me on that.”

Amelia sighed, breaking eye contact with Freddy as her guilt weighed on her. “But I’m ruining our date by being a burden,” she reminded him.

“No- wha-,” Freddy mumbled, pausing with a sighed exhale. “Darling,” he frowned, heartbroken. He grabbed her hands tenderly, “you’re not a burden”. Seeing Lia was going to argue, Freddy shook his head softly. “Now, now, let me finish”. He smiled warmly as she silently gazed into his eyes as she listened. “I love and care for you with my entirety. And I do so willingly and happily, my darling.” “By definition,” he continued, “the same cannot be said of things that are considered to be burdens. Therefore, even by definition, you love, are not a burden to me.”

Freddy’s thumb dried her newly shed tears before he guided her head to his shoulder. He smiled to himself as her slightly shaking arms found their way around his waist. “What do you say we head back to the flat, cuddle, and just rest?” He proposed.

“I want us to finish the game,” Amelia stated as she lightly shook her head. “If you’re still wanting to after all my drama,” she muttered.

Freddy shushed her and pressed a kiss to her nose. “I’m certainly up for that, if you’re certain you’re able to handle that,” he informed her. “But, I want to do whatever it is you feel you need, even if it’s not what you think I want to do”.

Through further discussion, Freddy agreed to stay at the game as long as Amelia agreed to letting Freddy fully help her now. After he’d assisted her in calming down, they made their way, hand in hand, back to their seats. Only, there was only a handful of minutes left in the game by the time they were situated.

Amelia frowned slightly as the fans cheered upon the conclusion of the football game. She turned to her patient and loving fiancé. “I’m sor-,” she began to apologize.

Freddy sweetly shook his head and squeezed her hand. “I spent the night with my beautiful fiancée,” he smiled, “there’s nothing to apologize for about that”. He smirked as he noticed her blush and shy smile. But he also saw that a split second after, her eyes held a bit of a distant look in them. He watched her closely in confusion as she clearly tried to keep the calm she’d worked so hard to obtain tonight. He desperately wanted to know what had triggered her, both in the first place, and now. But, he decided not to push it right now. He would certainly bring it up later though, when she had been able to have the time to rest and separate from the incident so as to not retrigger her by him bringing it up too soon.

Upon returning home, Freddy had offered to draw Amelia a warm bath. But, she politely requested just to cuddle in bed before they went to sleep. And of course, Freddy more than happily obliged.

As such, the couple was now laying in bed, limbs intertwined. Freddy was intently paying attention to the speed of her heartbeat and breathing, closely monitoring it so he’d catch any sign that her anxiety might be returning. Since he didn’t know what had triggered it tonight, he wanted to be sure to not miss it starting up again unexpectedly.

Amelia groaned slightly dramatically as her phone beeped. With her hand still on Freddy’s chest, she asked him to check the device for her as it was sitting on the charger base on the nightstand by his side of the bed.

Freddy smiled softly, craning his neck to kiss the top of her head. He then leaned over to check her phone, typing in her code effortlessly. He squinted at the message, the brightness straining his eyes in the dark. After his eyes adjusted, he read the message and turned back to his fiancée. “Looks like the flower vendor needs more time to confirm,” he explained, referring to the message’s update about their latest request.

Freddy frowned to himself as he noticed her do her anxious head twitch thing. It was a light twitch this time, but even so, she simply hummed in response; clearly hoping he didn’t catch the action. “Darling, it’s not anything you need to stress over, it’s all going to work out,” he assured her. He quickly muted her phone and locked it for the night before blindly placing it back on the wireless charger platform. While doing so, he watched as Amelia nodded too obediently and quickly, as if reassuring herself as well as him. That’s when Freddy caught on to the other clues from earlier tonight and connected the dots. “Amelia,” he whispered, “is this what’s been troubling you tonight? Wedding stuff?”

Amelia’s breath hitched and she silently looked away. Her fingers shyly dragged down Freddy’s chest slowly as she tried to move so he couldn’t see her break down.

“Oh love,“ Freddy sighed, turning towards her more and held her to him. “You know you’re not alone in these things, yeah?” He inquired.

“I- I know,” Amelia nodded against his chest.

“Good,” Freddy replied, kissing her scalp. “‘n you know that no matter what happens with the flowers, it’ll be alright, yeah?”

“It…It’s not just..,” Amelia mumbled quietly.

“Go on,” Freddy encouraged lovingly as he gazed down at her on his chest.

“It’s not just the flowers,” Amelia confessed shyly.

Freddy hummed in sympathy. “What else is on your mind, love?”

“It’s just…” Amelia sighed, feeling her breath pick up. “There’s.. there’s so much still to do and I don’t feel like I’m on top of it and-“ she began rambling.

“Sweetheart,” Freddy cooed. “You’re not alone in this,” he said, repeating his earlier reminder. “In fact, I would like for us to switch the email notifications over to my phone instead for the vendors, and-“.

“Freddy,” Amelia sighed, feeling guilty for making him feel like he had to do this.

“No, love, please?” Freddy requested, rubbing his arm down her shoulder and bicep softly.

Amelia’s lips curled up against Freddy’s chest lightly in a small smile. “I know you’re here to help, you don’t need to do this to prove-“.

“I know I don’t,” Freddy interrupted. “But, I want to. You don’t need to stress over this and if that helps even in the slightest, it’s more than worth it.”

“I shouldn’t need that,” Amelia pointed out with a frown. “You shouldn’t have to take on everything because I can’t deal with stress”.

“Shhh love, that’s not what’s happening,” Freddy argued sweetly. “You are fine at handling stress. Weddings are a lot. I’ve been feeling some stress too, you know that, we talked about it last week, remember?”

Amelia nodded, “but you don’t…”. She paused as she sniffled. She felt her body defiantly begin to shake slightly once again. “Y-you don’t get like…. like this”.

Freddy hummed with a sigh. “That’s not something to compare love,” he advised. “We help each other out wherever needed, no questions asked, or clarification or reasoning needed.” He held her closer to him as he rested his chin on her head. “You do it for me without even thinking, all of the time, Lia. Please allow me to do the same without feeling guilty for granting me that honor,” he requested quietly.

Amelia was silent for a second as she composed herself as much as she could. “Hon..honor?”

“Mmhm,” Freddy hummed affirmatively. “Honor, darling.” His thumb tenderly stroked the side of her face that wasn’t buried against his chest. “It’s genuinely an honor to be with you, and to be the person whom you go to for help when you need it,” he admitted.

Amelia smiled against Freddy and nodded in acceptance, “okay”.

Freddy grinned. “Okay. Good.” “So, we will work on you sharing your thoughts with me; especially before they build up from being kept in so long,” he began softly. Once she nodded, he continued. “And we will work on getting you more comfortable knowing and accepting that I want to help you wherever another anxiety attack comes, no matter the circumstances, triggers, or lack there of.”

As Freddy concluded his loving proposal for how they’d handle the stressors on Amelia’s mind, she smiled and shifted to look up at him. She blinked lovingly at him in admiration and appreciation. “I love you Freddy,” she whispered.

Freddy beamed, “I love you too Amelia”.

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