#clenches fists grits teeth. its what he wouldve wanted he wouldve wanted us to be productive today hhGGGHHHH

[krynutsreal]

CRASHES INTO THE DOOR

HIIII IM A BIT. LATE TO THE PARTY BUT !!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SILLY!!!

here is an art trade I did with @cryogenically-frozen !!!!!! it's been a hot minute since I've done an art trade but we basically switched lineart and colored in each other's art :] We made it sunflower themed bc it's literally his flower (in the reals...)

it was super fun SO THANK U !!! FOR COLLABORATING WITH ME !!!! YIPEEEE !!! 🎉🌻

[rigginsstreet]

whats the worst nightmare fp ever had involving fred

once again…idk how this got so fucking long

fps had a lot of fucked up dreams about fred but the one that shook him to his core and he still finds himself thinking about was this stress dream he had back in high school before the championship game. it started with him fumbling a pass and losing the game, and all he could hear were boos from the crowd. the whole town was lined up to tell fp what a disappointment he was and how he ruined their season. honestly the dream was pretty mild all things considered. it wouldve bothered fp in the morning but he wouldve gotten over it eventually. but then his dad showed up, the dream version of him towering over fp, bringing along dark clouds and thunder. looked like a villain plucked straight from cartoon or comic book but it still left fp shaken, hearing his father berate him in this booming voice, laughing straight in fps face about how he always knew fp wouldnt amount to anything. but then his father left. and standing behind him was fred. the last one in life. and fp was relieved. his first instinct being that fred was obviously here to cheer him up, talk fp down from the ledge just like he always did. but then freds face twisted into this knowing smirk like he was in on some joke fp wasnt. it looked cruel, and fp hadnt ever seen fred look that way. and then fred starts speaking. starts telling fp he’s let everyone down but they really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

“you’re just one big disappointment, arent you? cant do anything right. all you ever had going for you was the hope that one day youd be able to look back fondly on your days of being some big high school football hero while you’re wasting away on the south side and you couldn’t even do that. your futures looking pretty bleak there, f. might as well call it quits now.” fps in shock. hes just frozen in place but he can feel the tears coming, a few already sneaking by and falling down his cheeks. 

“you don’t mean that…” fps voice is so small and broken when he speaks he can barely even hear himself. 

“oh, but dont i? what, you think because we fucked a couple of times you meant something to me?”

fps gritting his teeth trying to fight back tears but its no use. “you said you loved me! you said-”

“and you believed it? oh thats sweet… you did…” freds tone is mocking him now. he takes a step closer to fp and drops his voice to just above a whisper. “then tell me this, fp. if im so in love with you, why have i been chasing hermione for a year?” and out of nowhere hermiones at freds side, and freds pulling her in by the waist for a passionate kiss, keeping his eyes on fp to make sure he’s getting the message. and fp physically cannot look away. he’s trying to run or turn or close his eyes but he cant. his fists are clenched at his sides and he wants to scream and yell and fight but he cant do anything. his body is completely locked in place. 

when fred and hermione finally pull apart he drapes his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, further taunting fp. fred speaks up one last time. “your father was right, you know. about all of it. all you ever were was good for nothing scum. well, that’s not entirely true. you were a good lay. guess we have daddy dearest to thank for that considering all the nights you came crawling into my bed after he did a number on you. you were so easy i’d almost feel bad if it wasnt so pathetic. have a nice life, fp.” and then freds gone, and fp collapses. he’s screaming with all his might and tearing at his hair, his clothes, the grass…anything he can get his hands on. he’s never felt so completely broken in his life and the heartache he feels is enough to finally wake him up. he’s drenched in sweat, crying, his beds a mess from all the tossing and turning he mustve been doing. he feels so completely wrecked and broken he cant even get back to sleep. he’s know he’s screwing himself over on such an important day but every time he closes his eyes all he can see is fred berating him, dream!freds words echoing in fps ears over and over like a broken record. theres a rational part of him that knows it was just a dream and fred didnt actually say those things to him, doesnt actually feel that way but that self destructive part of fp, the always present and always stronger part, cant help but think about how he’s always waiting for the ball to drop when it comes to fred. cant help but think, no matter how crazy it seems, maybe this was the universe’s way in sending a message to fp about how fred really feels. 

the whole next day at school everyone around him was so cheery and upbeat about the game but fp was sulking in his own bubble. he kept avoiding fred until fred cornered him at lunch away from everybody else. fps dad was long since out of the picture so he couldnt have been upset about that, so fred didnt feel bad pushing a little to get fp to open up and finally fp gave in and told him about the dream. fp was trying to shrug it off and say he knew he was being stupid but fred just cut him off and wrapped him up tight in his arms. fred kissed him all over, repeating how much he loved him and how dream!fred is an asshole who doesn’t know what he’s talking about and that got a little chuckle out of fp. fred spent the whole lunch period reassuring fp of his feelings and giving him a pep talk for the game. talked about all the plans he already made for when fp wins and how they were gonna celebrate together. alone. fred was always fps biggest cheerleader but he was really kicking it into overdrive now to make up for apparently demonic dream self. 

and while the morale boost was night and definitely lifting his spirits, fp couldnt help but ask “what if i dont win the game? what if we lose tonight?” and fred just looked at fp, his eyes going soft as he cradled fps face in his hands. “i’ll love you just the same,” responds fred before placing his lips to fps.