#freddy carter preferences

[jahayla-parker]

OMG another idea! what about freddy x wife!reader? where she is filming her morning routine (skin care, breakfast, mini workout or yoga or stuff like that, ya know?) and we see freddy in the background and he'll make small comments on stuff then just joins her half way through

Morning Routine : Freddy Carter x Wife!Reader

Descr: Freddy’s wife y/n is asked by Company UK (a British Magazine Agency) to film her morning routine for her fans and her husband ends up guest starring in it. Fluff

Warnings: mentions of exercise and medications., flirtations and relationship components, marriage, food/eating, I think that’s all!

“Hi everyone! It’s y/n y/l/n Carter! This is the first time I’ve done one of these, so hopefully you like it!” Y/n chuckled shyly. She bit her lip bashfully as she saw her husband mouth ‘you’ve got this’ from behind her camera. She pulled herself together and grinned at the camera as she began to explain what she was going to be recording today. The magazine, Company UK, had requested that she film a morning routine video for her fans.

“We’re going to start off with my skincare routine,” y/n narrated as she steadied her phone in the corner of the bathroom counter. “But, first I’m going to brush my teeth.”

“Okay now that that’s done,” y/n commented as she dried her mouth. “Time for skincare! So, I start with y/fav/product and we’re going to put a little of this,” she said and showed the camera her next product. “I just rub it in nice and gently like this and it’ll help to enhance things!” She grinned over at the camera as she set the latest product down. “And just like that, we’ve finished my daily skincare routine!”

“Even though she doesn’t need any of it to look as radiant as she always does”, Freddy commented lovingly as he walked past the doorway to their bathroom.

Y/n grinned widely and laughed giddily to herself. “Another part of my routine,” she winked and nodded her head backwards towards the door. “My hype man for life,” she beamed as she proudly lifted her left hand up to show her cherished wedding ring.

“So now that we’re back in the bedroom, I take my morning medications and supplements,” y/n informed her viewers as she walked to her dresser. “I like to take them with a full glass a water to start off my proper hydration for the day”. Y/n intentionally kept the bottles at an angle so that the names of her prescriptions wouldn’t be in view of the camera. “I won’t show what exactly I’m taking as I can’t give medical advice, after all, I’m not a doctor!” she joked with a careless shrug of her shoulders.

“Smart enough to be though,” Freddy murmured as he walked by. He gave y/n a quick kiss on her cheek as he continued on his route to their closet in order to grab some clean clothes out for himself for the day.

“They said to simply comment on my process and otherwise act as normal for the video,” y/n told the camera with a content smile. “And clearly, my sweet husband is taking that responsibility seriously”. It was true, Freddy was always loving on her like this.

“Mmm,” Freddy hummed and looked over at y/n due to hearing her mentioning him. “I can shut up,” he joked, blushing some. He grinned as his wife lovingly shook her head as she walked over to him. His grin grew as y/n relaxed in his arms and let him pull her in for a hug.

“I’m not complaining Freddy, but you know, they’re probably going to think it’s staged.”

Freddy shrugged, “let ‘em think what they will, love”. He brushed some hair from y/n’s forehead and looped it around her ear, his hand roaming admiringly over her cheek and jaw as she gazed warmly into his eyes. “I’m going to go change and then start brunch, alright?” He whispered softly. Y/n nodded making him hum softly and give her a tender squeeze before they parted.

“Uh anyways”, y/n spoke through her giggles as she moved closer to the camera. Focus. She blinked rapidly as she tried to guide her mind back to paying attention to her routine video and not on her sweet husband.

“So I don’t know if you guys could hear our conversation just now or not,” y/n transitioned, “but those of who have watched some of my husband Freddy’s more viral interviews will already know this, but he loves to cook breakfast slash brunch. Like loves it.” “I’m a very lucky woman,” she grinned. “So while he’s doing that,” she giggled, moving to grab her yfc yoga mat from the corner of their bedroom. “We’re going to do some yoga to get warmed up for a brief exercise a little later. But first, let me go change out of my pajamas cause this is a family show!” she joked showing her pajamas to the camera before pausing the recording. After changing into yoga pants and a loose comfy top, y/n resumed the video as she walked to the living room. “Alright, so let’s get going.” She began to narrate the process of setting up and starting her yoga. As y/n went through her yoga routine, she explained the poses and benefits of them for her fans. As she moved into her next pose, she noticed Freddy could be seen walking by behind her in the background. She concluded Freddy likely had no knowledge that he was in the shot as he stopped to smile at her, watching her silently for a moment. Y/n grinned and proudly continued to talk to the camera as Freddy resumed whatever he had been doing.

“Darling, you ready to eat?” Freddy called out as Y/n set her notebook down after having done some self care exploration/ personal growth work in it. She beamed excitedly as she stood up. She laughed at herself as she sprinted to grab her phone from its stand in order to keep the camera with her as she was to very eager to eat brunch with her husband.

As y/n made it to the table, Freddy pulled the chair out for her. Thanking him, she sat down beside him and kissed his cheek. He leaned over and reached around her as he moved to help prop the camera up.

“Wait, hold on,” y/n stopped Freddy. “They need to see the amazing meal you made,” she commented, momentarily taking her phone back. She turned her camera around as she showed the spread.

Freddy blushed proudly as he watched his happy wife. She was so precious.

When y/n was done showing off her husband’s cooking, she smiled at the camera, “okay!” She handed her phone back to Freddy and watched with appreciation at he set it up. However, when she checked to see what all was in the shot, she noticed Freddy wasn’t in it. She pouted lightly as she moved to adjust it. “You’re part of my routine, handsome,” she grinned, giggling as Freddy playfully retaliated to her flirting by attacking her sides with tickles before giving her a kiss.

After brunch, y/n stood up from the table, “I’m going to show them my morning workout. Wanna join, sweetheart?”

Freddy groaned dramatically but nodded his head in agreement. He pushed back from the table and began to gather the plates so he could wash them.

“Freddy,” y/n cooed. “I can get that, love” she argued, moving to stop his tidying up.

Freddy turned to look over his shoulder at y/n. “‘s alright, y/n/n,” he smiled. “Go on and get your camera and stuff set up in the gym, I’ll clean this up”.

Y/n tsked lovingly as she made her way over to Freddy. She hummed warmly and kissed his cheek as a thanks.

“Okay, so,” y/n explained after she finished stabilizing her phone in the gym. “Today is leg day,” she laughed as she began preparing each station. “I love leg day, but Freddy hates it.” Moving aside some random weights, she added, “I read somewhere that’s a common difference between men and women for some reason” with a shrug. “Truthfully, I didn’t remember it was leg day when I asked him to join, we’ll see if he’s still up for it,” she chuckled.

Freddy waltzed in with reusable water bottles for them both, a clueless smile on his lips. He winked as he made his way over to y/n. “All set up, darling?”

“Mmhm,” y/n hummed. “But, uh…” she trailed off. She pursed her lips as her husband stared back at her with his eyebrows raised in suspicion. She silently walked over to Freddy and batted her eyes at him.

“What did you do?” Freddy teasingly asked.

Y/n giggled innocently and shook her head, “nothing, but it’s leg day today”.

Freddy groans. “And cardio?”

Y/n softly nodded. “Are you still going to join me for both?” She pouted pleadingly.

Freddy smirked faintly at y/n’s overdramatic pout, looking away so as to not crack.

Y/n squinted in slight annoyance and gently turned Freddy’s head back towards her before she amplified her act.

A deep blush covered Freddy’s face as he nodded in acceptance.

“Yay! Thank you sunshine!” Y/n cheered as she kissed Freddy’s cheek. She then ran over to the treadmill. Unbeknownst to her, the camera picked up her husband grinning at her antics. “So we only have one the treadmill, so we’ll be alternating with each other,” she instructed, smiling over at her husband, “while I do an inclined sprint, Freddy will start with a circuit of mountain climbers, squatting burpees, and lunges”. “We’ll go for ten minutes then switch and repeat this cycle three times,” she explained.

As y/n and Freddy finished their last cycle of cardio, she sweetly dabbed Freddy’s sweaty forehead with a towel. “Alright honey, ready for some weighted, leg day exercises?” She inquired. When he begrudgingly agreed, she grinned and walked to her water bottle near her phone. “See, he loves me,” she said with a wink directed at the camera before smirking over at him.

Freddy chuckled as he made his way over.

“Boooo, you’re all sweaty,” y/n joked as Freddy gave her a brief hug.

“So are you, dear,” Freddy smiled, reaching up to fix some of y/n’s now-frizzy hair.

Y/n hummed quietly. She found herself leaning into Freddy’s hand for a moment as she caught her breath. “Don’t district me,” she gasped dramatically as she jokingly shook her head at him, stepping back.

“Are you sending this whole thing in?” Freddy questioned as he adjusted the metal bar so y/n could get up since she’d finished her reps.

Y/n shook her head as she took Freddy’s extended hand, letting him help her up. “No, I’m not going to make them watch us workout for an hour,” she giggled. “I’m gonna edit it first,” she informed him as she sat on the bench.

“Mmm, in that case,” Freddy murmured as he moved to pin y/n backwards against the bench.

“Freddy!” Y/n shrieked in surprise, as Freddy towered over her. Her eyes were wide as her laughter rang out around the room.

Freddy beamed and bent down to give his wife a sweet kiss. “That’s all I wanted,” he defended with an innocent expression. He stood up and helped y/n back up again.

“Mhmm,” y/n stated, side eyeing Freddy skeptically. “Behave yourself,” she teased with a light shove as she moved to grab weights for their next exercise.

“Alright, for a cool down we’re going to do some light stretching that’ll mostly focus on our legs to relax the muscles after weight training,” y/n told the camera.

“Ugh,” Freddy groaned. “Those are the worst,” he complained.

Y/n laughed. “You’re getting better!” She reassured, grinning when it caused Freddy to blush. “Now come on, you can do it.” She gave him an encouraging smile before moving to her yoga mat. “We’ll start with downward facing dog,” y/n instructed, getting into pose.

“My calves,” Freddy whined as he complied.

Y/n’s laughter made her posture shake a little. “Focus on your breathing, Freddy,” she advised, “each exhale, try to loosen those muscles”.

“Oh, this one’s not too bad,” Freddy observed as he sat in what y/n said was pigeon pose.

Y/n smiled over at her husband supportively. “See you’re doing it,” she commented sweetly.

Freddy nodded. “But I’m not doing that,” he stated dramatically as he watched y/n enhance her iteration of the pose by lifting her extended leg upward by pulling on her foot.

Y/n chuckled loudly. She glanced over at Freddy and took in the look of fearful disbelief he’d been making at her. She ended up laughing so hard she gracelessly dropped her foot back to the mat, “Freddy!”

“That wasn’t part of the instructions!” Freddy exclaimed defensively.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “You didn’t have to do that part.” “I just didn’t feel a stretch without it anymore”.

“Show off.”

“Hey!” Y/n scoffed as she leaned toward Freddy and gently pushed him over.

After some more stretching, the couple finally finished. “Alright, whew. We’re done!” Y/n said, dusting her hands off. “And that means, all that’s left in my morning routine is a shower to get cleaned up, so yeah! I hope you all had fun watching this!” She paused and looked over to Freddy who was curled up on the bench and shook her head teasingly. “Bye everyone!”

Once y/n had turned her phone’s camera off for the day, she slid the device into her yoga pants’ side pocket. “Honey?” She asked softly as she made her way overtoher husband. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and then you can relax on the couch some until you have to be on set, huh?” She offered, gently helping guide him off the gym bench with a loving smile.

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[ruins-and-rewritez]

for the crows: lgbtq+ identities go!!

[Photo ID: Text that reads; Kaz: I don’t I understand why I’d have to explain myself to you or anyone else. If I want to kiss Inej that’s my business not that I want to kiss her not that I don’t want to kiss her. You know what? I’m not answering this, I’ll kiss who I want and if it just so happens to be Inej then that’s merely a coincidence... (He continued to ramble on in the manner for several minutes so I had to cut the response short) ;End Text. Accompanied by a picture of Kaz Brekker (Freddy Carter) Labeled; 17, Despises Labels. End ID]

[Photo ID: Picture of Inej Ghafa (Amita Suman) Labeled; 16, Straight-Adjacent. Accompanied by text that reads; Inej: I’m not really up for a relationship at the moment, but as a general statement I prefer men when considering the future . That’s not to say I wouldn’t consider my other choices if the occasion arose. ; End Text. End ID]

[Photo ID: Text that reads; Jesper: Boys are pretty, girls are pretty, as long as their up for it I’m ready to kiss anyone (muffled off-screen swearing) AND.- and by anyone I mean my one and only boyfriend Wylan I definitely will never try to ever kiss anyone else (nervous laughter) ; End Text. Accompanied by a picture of Jesper Fahey (Kit Young) Labeled; 17 Bi-Disaster. End ID]

[Photo ID: Picture of Wylan Hendricks (Jack Wolfe) Labeled; 16, Baby Gay. Accompanied by text that reads; Wylan: Boys. Definitely. I mean I’ve already got one and have no plans on exchanging him unless he does something really stupid like oh I don’t know...make out with someone who happens to look exactly like me by mistake? Just a thought. End Text. End ID]

[Photo ID: Text that reads; Nina: gender doesn’t really matter all that much to me, everyone has always just been so unique and beautiful to me no matter how they choose to be identified. But if we’re being specific, I prefer great big brutes with absolutely horrible social skills, it’s so fun to tease them into adoring me. ; End Text. Accompanied by a picture of Nina Zenik (Danielle Galligan) Labeled; 17, Pan Empress. End ID]

[Photo ID: Picture of Matthias Helvar (Calahan Skogman) Labeled; 18, Token Straight. Accompanied by text that reads; Matthias: I haven’t really ever given it much thought, but I guess if were to be with someone I would very much like it be someone who would challenge me. Some who would push me to be my best self. Someone unforgettable. The kind of girl you might dream of in your darkest nights.....(trailed off into thought); End Text. End ID]

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[swanimagines]

FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS AO3 SERIESES

Just in case because people seem to keep forgetting I write for all of his current characters, or then they think I don't write for others than Kaz and Pin anymore and come up to say they're sad about it 😅 I realised that me not having a common post for all of his characters may, again, make people think I no longer write for them.

So, I still write for all of his characters and will love you forever if you request stuff for them!

I DO NOT WRITE FOR FREDDY HIMSELF, THE ACTOR X READERS!! PLEASE STOP ASKING!

Just because I met him does NOT mean I'm comfortable writing for him. I refuse to be called "selfish" for it. I also will not stand insulting other authors who do write Freddy x reader writers, I don't care if you don't like their writing style and "need" my style for Freddy fics. I have boundaries, and writing RPF is one of my boundaries. Please get that into your heads.

Kaz Brekker

Click here to check out/sub/bookmark my multichapter Kaz story - Bastard and the Blood Princess. It isn't included in my Kaz series because my Kaz series folder/Grishaverse series folder is for fics shorter than 5 chapters, mostly oneshots. Bastard and the Blood Princess has one, long, continuous story and not all people may like the plot, opposed to oneshots/short stuff where each fic has its own plot. So to avoid too much hassle, you need to sub/bookmark BatBP in its own work if you want to get notified for updates for it. I will add BatBP to the Kaz + Grishaverse serieses once the whole thing is out.

Pin Hawthorne

Jason Ripper

Tom (15 Days)

Ellis (The Convent)

Gideon Fletcher

David Friedkin (coming)

Possibly more characters to be added. (A clarification just in case: I do not write RPF/fics for the actor, Freddy Carter himself)

Freddy's characters preferences

Preference means there's a scenario, and I'll tell you how different characters would act like with you in those situations. Situation examples may be: your first date with them, them having a crush on you, them when you get injured somehow, them finding you asleep on their bed. Right now including: Kaz Brekker, Pin Hawthorne, Jason Ripper, Tom from 15 Days and Ellis from the Convent. More characters may get added if he potrays more (fictional) people who I feel like writing for. I will also possibly update my old preference sets and add those new characters into them as new characters come.

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for any of Freddy's characters I currently write for, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

[dear-indies]

Hello! I'm looking for FCs that can fit a character that is tough, gruff and seems like they would only respond in one word sentences. I'm open to any gender and ethnicity, just need some help finding FCs that fit the quiet but tough vibe. thank you in advance!

Eric Bogosian (1953) Armenian.

Emilio Rivera (1961) Mexican.

Michelle Yeoh (1962) Chinese Malaysian.

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian [Quechua] / White.

Ming Na Wen (1963) Macanese / Malaysian Chinese.

Peter Dinklage (1969) - has achondroplasia.

Park Hee Soon (1970) Korean.

Clemens Schick (1972)

Andrew Lincoln (1973)

Daniel Wu (1974) Hongkonger.

Omar Metwally (1974) Egyptian / Dutch - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ito Hideaki (1975) Japanese.

Pedro Pascal (1975) White Chilean.

Chaske Spencer (1975) Yankton Dakota Sioux, Sisseton-Wahpeton Dakota Sioux, Lakota Sioux Nakoda Sioux, Nez Perce, Cherokee, Muscogee, White.

Nonso Anozie (1978) Igbo Nigerian.

Natasha Lyonne (1979) Ashkenazi Jewish.

JD Pardo (1980) Argentinian / Salvadoran.

Krysten Ritter (1981)

Alberto Guerra (1981) Cuban.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Nepalese Tibetan / German, English, some Scottish.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - has spoken up for Palestine!

Brian Tyree Henry (1982) African-American.

Son Suk Ku (1983) Korean.

Cara Gee (1983) Ojibwe

Clayton Cardenas (1984) Mexican, some Filipino.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Jessica Matten (1985) Red River Metis of Cree and Saulteaux descent, Chinese, White.

Martin Sensmeier (1985) Tlingit, Koyukon, Eyak, White.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Oliver Jackson-Cohen (1986) Egyptian Jewish and Tunisian Jewish / English.

Sonoya Mizuno (1986) Japanese / English, Argentinian.

Monica Raymund (1986) Afro-Domincan / English, Ashkenazi Jewish -is bisexual.

Deepika Padukone (1986) Konkani Indian.

Kyle Gallner (1986)

Kali Reis (1986) Wampanoag, Nipmuc, Cherokee, Cape Verdean - is two-spirit (she/her) and queer.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic - doesn't have social media but in 2022 she boycotted an Isr*el-sponsored film festival!

Lewis Tan (1987) Chinese Singaporean / Irish, possibly English.

Rob Raco (1989)

Daniel Kaluuya (1989) Ugandan.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.

Úrsula Corberó (1989)

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Assad Zaman (1990) Pakistani.

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / British.

Kasamatsu Sho (1992) Japanese.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer.

Freddy Carter (1993) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Alex Høgh Andersen (1994)

Gabriel Basso (1994)

Ayo Edebiri (1995) Afro Barbadian / Nigerian - is queer.

Ambika Mod (1995) Indian.

Emilio Sakraya (1996) Moroccan / Serbian.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, 1/4 Korean.

Archie Renaux (1997) Punjabi Indian and British.

Lizeth Selene (1999) Mexican [Unspecified Indigenous, Black, White] - is genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Zoe Terakes (2000) Greek Australian - is trans masc non-binary guy (they/he) - has spoken up for Palestine!

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai (2001) Ojibwe, Cree, Chinese Guyanese, Afro Guyanese, White.

Here you go! If you /tagged/NAME search on my blog you'll find gif packs with the vibes and please let me know if you need more preferably with a specific age rage!

[ad0rati0ns]

i'm feeling like i'm in a bit of a writing slump, so if anyone would like to dm about plots or threads, lmk <3 i have a lot of muses to work with, haha sometimes i don't know what to do with them.

i don't mind angst, at all, but i will not write taboo things. i also prefer to fade-to-black in smut senarios, so if you're looking for a smut-heavy thread, i'm sorry!

i'm gonna try and work on some of the threads i have. All of my muses are like period, historical, or fantasy! Here are my muses that I currently write with, if you want to check them out:

Women <3

Athena Cunningham (Maia Mitchell fc). Plays noblewomen, princesses, etc. Good for regency or later. She's reckless and a little naive.

Henrietta Owens (Alisha Boe). Plays servants, village girls, princesses, handmaidens, noblewomen, low-key anything. Good for both medieval and regency plots! She's passionate and well-rounded.

Juliet Fairchild (Kristine Froseth). Plays any period role. She's expressive, usually wealthy, and kinda spoiled. She means well, though.

Sara Sarrarel (Poppy Drayton). Plays princesses, village girls, any medieval/fantasy role tbh. I have her as more of a medieval character. She's stubborn and annoying <3

Reyna Rusnak (Millie Brady). She plays commoners, usually in a fantasy setting. She's better for darker themes just based on vibes alone. Works well in medieval settings. Her personality is pretty verse-dependent. I have her as being loyal, scrappy, and a little mysterious

Fiona Campbell (Sophie Skelton). She plays commoners, sex-workers, down-on-her luck characters. She could also probably be a noblewoman. She's my newest character so I'm still figuring her out. I think she's kinda jaded for some reason.

Men <3

Buck Birch (Tom Blyth). He is only in Western verse threads. He's usually an outlaw, but he could work as a common man, too. He's my most verse-specific character. He's charming, sly, and dangerous.

Shi Bolin. (Dylan Wang). He is good for bodyguards/knights/protectors. He could also be a weird, angsy prince. He's not the most friendly but he'll protect your character.

Remy Longfellow (Adrain Enscoe). He's good for regency/bridgerton things. He's your basic soft boy who's a little dumb <3

Alistair Brown (Thomas Brodie-Sangster). I usually play him as a tavern-owner. He can also be in Bridgerton type threads. He's hard-working, sarcastic, and a good man.

Benjamin Isakson (Jack Wolfe). He is usually only put in vampire threads tbh. He is good for fantasy/supernatural threads. He's naive, bookish, and he likes to study the supernatural. He is my personal baby.

James Parker (Harry Gilby). Usually more medieval threads. He's good as bodyguards or a loyal soilder. He wants to prove himself to his superior. He's just a young man that has to face a lot of darkness, I feel.

Alaric Blackwell (Freddy Carter). He works well in supernatural/fantasy threads. He can play a vampire hunter. He's a con-man and cannot be trusted.

I'd like to bring a Sean Teale muse somewhere, but I'm not sure about him yet.

Anyway, thanks!

[nycorix]

Sandman meta posts I want to write if I ever get the spoons lmao:

- aroacespec Dream!!!! with textual evidence

- Dream and Desire's fraught and EXTREMELY COMPLICATED sibling relationship

- why Dream and Delirium have my favorite relationship dynamic of the whole series

- how the Endless are metaphors for various fonts of the queer neurodivergent experience, especially Dream and Delirium

- Dream and Calliope and why their relationship is so so tragic and also wholesome

- how Tom and Melissanthi's portrayals add so much depth and meaning to the above relationship and what I'm interested in seeing come out of that

- why I think Hob is his most healing and significant relationship whether you ship them romantically/sexually or not

- why I wish Dream could have an au where he's in a polyamorous relationship with Calliope and Hob

- how Dream's dysfunction with both Orpheus and Calliope reflects his treatment of himself

- why I prefer Tom Sturridge's portrayal of Morpheus over James McAvoy's, rooted in the way they approached his relationship with his emotions

- how Overture transforms the entire story and adds so much nuance and context to Dream

- various analyses of songs I've put on all my sandman playlists lmao

- probably more I can't think of rip

Fandom experiences I still need to post about:

- why Tom Sturridge is actually the kindest, gentlest, most genuine human I have possibly ever met & is the kind of person to just drop life-changing comments without knowing it lolll

- how I had a fanboy moment over sandman with Freddy Carter lmao

- all my cosplay pictures lolcry

[beginnerblueglass]

Ok ok so now that I’ve read Crooked Kingdom (and loved it) I can honestly say that l prefer the Kaz vs. Pekka Rollins scene in the show so much better!?

In the book it’s just one small scheme overlapping with a dozen other schemes that are all happening at the same time. It’s literal chaos and then in the middle we have this incredibly important scene where Kaz finally begins to get revenge on the man who ruined his life. I much preferred the show having the Kaz/Pekka showdown be the main event. It had so much more emotional weight. And having him get arrested and thrown in prison at the end? Idk it felt more satisfying to me.

I liked that in the show we already met and saw Alby, this mischievously adorable child, so it’s easier to feel Pekka Rollins’ terror (and it makes Kaz a lot scarier too :). I also enjoyed the added “ooh did Nina really betray Kaz? Oh silly of course not!” and for it to seem like Kaz was at Pekka’s mercy at first and then for him to take control like that (not before getting the snot beaten out of him)?? Very sexy.

Finally, Freddy Carter is one million times a better actor than the imaginary Kaz Brekker in my head. He freaking nailed it. I can’t say it enough.

While I agree that the placement of that scene so early in the story is.. odd.. I think it can still work. If Pekka breaks out of Hellgate when the Crows bust Matthias out, he can continue to be a player, only with a mutual hatred between him and Kaz. He’ll ally with Van Eck and continue to cause problems with the purpose of taking Kaz down. Very much want to see it end with Inej threatening to cut out his heart ❤️

[findroleplay]

hi hi ! i'm 24F and looking for some new roleplay partners. I usually roleplay on tumblr or on discord and only write with those who are 18 or older !

at the moment i'm open to either a harry potter, hunger games/tbosas rp or fandomless rps. oc x oc, canon x canon or canon x oc are all welcome ! i'd prefer to double up in terms of canon or m x f rps. this due to past experiences but also because i think it will incite more investment and motivation for the both of us. i'm open to mumu rps as well, as i love world building and creating a story with more characters involved.

i'm always looking to improve my writing and can write anywhere from 2 to 3 paragraphs or more, depending on my muse and interest. I usually try to match the length of my partner where i can and try to give everything my best shot. due to personal reasons my reply speed is slower than average, so i'm looking for someone patient. however i'll definitely let you know when i'm going to be away or can't reply for a while. i love talking ooc and coming up with plots and headcanons together !

below i've listed the canon characters i'm willing to rp, as well some of the dynamics i'm looking for. my default is mostly m x f, but i'm open to f x f as well.

harry potter.

characters ; draco malfoy, hermione granger, astoria greengrass, ominis gaunt (hogwarts legacy), and am willing to try my hand at a few other characters, feel free to ask. i'd love to rp any original characters set in the golden trio era, tom riddle era, or anywhere in between. i'd love to build a story in the wizarding world and come up with our own plots or elaborate on canon events but i also don't mind if it's just our muses running around hogwarts & getting up to mischief ! for canon i'm especially keen on a draco malfoy x astoria greengrass ship, with me as astoria greengrass.

the hunger games + tbosas.

characters ; coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, and am willing to try my hand at a few minor characters. i'd love to rp any original characters in the arena, mentor x tribute, capitol x tribute, capitol citizens, you name it. i'm also interested in writing something with coriolanus snow's grandchildren. either in an au where the idea for a 'hunger games with the capitol children' is instated or an au where his grandson is making his way up to be head gamemaker and snow has to watch as history repeats itself.

fandomless.

i'd kill for someone to play a freddy carter fc against my female oc !! but generally open for anything ! give me slice of life, enemies to lovers, pining, unrequited love, crime, medieval, fantasy, magic, royals, etc. I'm down for it as long as we can plot it out and have fun !

If you're interested in any of these please interact with this post and i'll reach out <3

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[barkskins]

i would love to have some more interactions with these babies. please drop a like/comment and i'll write up something little to introduce you to my sweethearts (if you have a preference, please specify!)

elspeth sun  —  embalmer  —  fc: jessie mei li.

ender baptista  —  piercer  —  fc:  savannah lee smith.

evanie-may jennings  —  bartender  —  fc:  olivia cooke / isabel may.

fletcher liu  —  fight club host + personal trainer  —  fc:  lewis tan.

jaden jace “jj” lapointe  —  it technician  —  fc:  nicholas galitzine.

jasper finch  —  bookseller  —  fc:  jack wolfe.

kasper marr  —  conspiracy theorist + hacker  —  fc:  michael vlamis.

kier darling  —  tba  —  fc:  freddy carter.

mariella mae becker  —  psychic medium  —  fc:  florence pugh.

milena serrano  —  manicurist  —  fc:  zion moreno.

sparrow moore  —  radio host  —  fc:  emma mackey.

striker cannon  —  rancher + moonshiner  —  fc:  johnny knoxville.

summaiya sachdev  —  tba  —  fc:  amita suman.

vale nekoda  —  barista  —  fc:  fivel stewart.

[jahayla-parker]

I would really love a Freddy Carter drunk fluff fic where he gets super tipsy and finds his Gf, the reader and she helps him. I'd love if it could have lots of hiccups and drunken belches/burps???

Thanks love!!

Drunk In Love : Freddy Carter x Reader

Desc: 4.7k wc, y/n has to help take care of her boyfriend Freddy when he drinks too much. Fluff, Freddy being a simp for reader, comfort, ‘sick’ fic trope.

Warnings: a few swear words, drinking and talks of alcoholic beverages, mentions of hangovers and other side effects of drinking, very minor warnings tbh

“Wherrre issss y/n” Freddy frowned, his hand sliding down from his brother, Tom’s, shoulder as he returned to their table. He couldn’t figure out where his girlfriend, y/n, had went off to. Freddy and y/n had gone out tonight with their friends and his older brother. They’d been at this particular pub for what felt like an hour, but Freddy hadn’t seen y/n since they first got here.

Tom laughed loudly as he noticed his brother’s state. He shook his head slightly, “I don’t know mate, but you might want to take it easy on the drinks”. Tom wasn’t sure how many beverages his brother had so far, but it was clearly enough to make him tipsy.

Freddy furrowed his brows, “whhhaaat drinksss?” His eyes danced around the table, making note of everyone’s empty glasses. “They’re allll eeempty” Freddy argued.

Tom chuckled, “exactly”. When Freddy only appeared to become more confused, Tom rolled his eyes. “Let’s go find your girl, hmm?” He knew Freddy needed to start pacing his drinks but suspected y/n would be better at convincing him of that. Tom placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders as he tried to lead Freddy towards where they’d last seen his girlfriend.

Freddy pouted dramatically as he sloppily sat down at the bar, his brother holding him up with one hand. His eyes slowly dragged across the room in hopes of finding y/n. Freddy slouched against the bar in defeat upon not having found her during his brief search.

“I texted her Fred, she’s headed over” Tom chuckled, once again shaking his head at his brother’s drunken state.

Freddy perked up slightly only for him to burp loudly, having sucked in too much air. He slapped a hand over his mouth as Tom laughed even louder. “Wherrree issss-“ Freddy mumbled, dropping his hand.

“Give her a sec” Tom groaned, rolling his eyes as he sat down beside Freddy.

Freddy merely huffed dramatically before hiccuping. His chest shook as he tried to contain his hiccups. Once they resolved, Freddy resumed pouting as he played with the hem of his shirt.

Y/n suppressed her chuckle as she noticed Freddy’s slouched posture. Even from a slight distance, it was clear he was using the bar counter for support. She took a deep breath in preparation of whatever silly, over the top, theatrics her drunk boyfriend would throw her way tonight. Y/n approached from behind Freddy, placing a hand on his shoulder. She bashfully bit her lip as Freddy lazily threw his head backwards and grinned adorably up at her.

“Hey handsome, you doing okay?” Y/n asked, lifting his head back up before walking to his side. She smiled and nodded at Tom in appreciation for getting her. Had y/n known Freddy planned on drinking this much, she would’ve stayed by his side to keep an eye on him.

Freddy nodded his head, a tiny hiccup escaping his lips. His eyes widened in response before he pressed his lips into a fine line as he moved his gaze back to y/n.

“You're too adorable for your own good" Y/n laughed. She smirked at the pink flush on Freddy’s cheeks darkening at her comment. Y/n tilted her head slightly as she examined the rest of his appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“I’m fiiinne” Freddy dragged out, trying to stand up. He wanted to move closer to y/n and figured he’d walk the few feet to her and then use the bar as support again. Only, Freddy didn’t make it much closer to y/n before he began to stumble.

Fortunately, Y/n was very attentive towards her tipsy boyfriend. She managed to catch Freddy by his arm before he fell. "You are anything but fine right now" y/n commented softly.

“No but youuureee fiine” Freddy smirked crookedly, his dizzy body being held up by y/n. He blinked slowly, his sloppy smirk still on his lips as he tried to wink at his girlfriend.

Tom groaned before erupting in laughter, “oh my”.

Y/n bit her lip and shook her head. “That was really cheesy��� she pointed out with a grin.

“Cheeesse?“ Freddy questioned followed by a loud belch. Unfazed by his noisy burp, he glanced around in search of what y/n was talking about. Freddy’s eyes furrowed as he struggled to comprehend her response, not having found any cheese nearby.

Y/n hummed, a lighthearted smirk on her face. “How many drinks did you have?" she asked, sending Freddy a knowing look.

Freddy just stared back at y/n with a dorky smile, making Tom laugh.

“Freddy, babe, how many did you have?” Y/n asked again. When she still didn’t get a response, she glanced over at Tom. Y/n was hoping Freddy’s brother would have some estimate for her. Unfortunately, she was let down when Tom merely shrugged. Y/n turned back to face Freddy.

Freddy had already been watching y/n. So when she turned to him, he answered her earlier question. It had taken Freddy some time to figure out the answer, but now he had it. “Threes two,” he mumbled proudly.

“Three two?” Y/n repeated in confusion.

“I heard thirty two,” Tom commented, eyes wide as he stared at Freddy.

“Thirty two? Shit, I hope not,” Y/n laughed. She knew Tom had to be wrong. Y/n had no doubt Freddy was plastered. But she knew he would never have 32 drinks in one night.

“Nooo,” Freddy whined just before he hiccuped. He focused on y/n with an intense gaze as he repeated himself. “Three,” he hiccuped. Holding up two fingers, Freddy continued, “two”. His last word was followed by yet another hiccup.

Y/n shot a glance at Tom to see if he was having any luck understanding her drunken boyfriend’s gibberish. Upon not getting any suggestion from his brother, she gazed back at Freddy. Giving it her best shot, y/n took a guess at what he was trying to say. “Three OR two?” she clarified.

Freddy nodded his head excitedly. He giggled as he grinned widely at y/n. It was evident Freddy was pleased she had understood him.

“I think you may have lost count honey,” y/n commented softly. “When was the last time you drank water?” she asked, squeezing his hand.

“Doesn’t taste aaaaasssss goood,” Freddy pouted. His pout was broken as he let out a burp. Only for that burp to be accompanied by others.

Ignoring Freddy’s belching for the moment, y/n asked the bartender for a glass of water. She quickly thanked the worker before smiling at her boyfriend. “Hmm, can you drink some water for me?” y/n asked sweetly, pushing the glass closer to him.

“For yooou?” Freddy hiccuped. When he saw y/n nod, he dizzily nodded back. Sucking on some more air after his latest hiccup, he whispered, “okaaayy”. Freddy quickly took hold of the glass and started to chug it.

Y/n had to close her eyes as she resisted the urge to laugh. She was pleased Freddy complied with her request, but since he’d drank his water way too fast, he went back to burping loudly. Y/n squeezed his hand that was resting on the bar counter, “slowly, darling”.

“Naaah uuh,” Freddy argued, shaking his head. His movements caused the glass to slip from his lips, making water drip down his bottom lip towards his chin.

Y/n leaned closer and used her free hand to wipe the water from Freddy’s face. “Why not?” she questioned, lowering her hand.

Freddy’s unsteady hand swayed the glass of water side to side as he answered, “I wanna kiiiiss”.

Y/n and Tom laughed. She smiled and nodded, “hmmm, you can have a kiss if you drink some more water”. As she saw Freddy raise the glass back to his lips in a ridiculously fast pace, y/n added, “slowly!” She visibly winced as the glass smacked against his chin.

Freddy huffed but nodded. He complied with her instructions, sipping on the water in a much slower manner. Yet, he refused to set the glass down at all until he was finished. Once Freddy’s glass was empty, he grinned widely at y/n.

Y/n chuckled lightly, leaning closer to Freddy. When she was close enough, Freddy’s wet lips eagerly made contact with hers. Y/n smiled into his needy kiss, softly kissing him back before pulling away. “I’m going to go tell y/f/n and y/of/n that we’re going to head out, I’ll be back,” y/n explained, looking at Tom to make sure he could repeat it to Freddy if needed.

Y/n smiled at Freddy as she returned to the bar counter. She grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it lovingly. “Y/f/n and y/of/n are going to finish their drinks and then we’ll head out,” y/n informed Tom and Freddy.

“Am I driving or you?” Tom asked y/n.

Y/n hummed and looked over at her boyfriend to check on his state. “I’ll drive, that way we don’t need to arrange getting his car back from you tomorrow,” she said, nodding her head towards Freddy. Y/n added, “just make sure he doesn’t puke in the back, hmm?”

Tom laughed and nodded, “I’ll tell you to pull over, or maybe just open the door and shove him”.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, “no scuffing up my boyfriend”.

Tom hummed and pretended to debate the notion. However, he suddenly stopped and stared questioningly at his younger brother; making y/n also turn to face Freddy.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, having seen the deep pout that was now on Freddy’s face.

"Hooold my haaandd?" Freddy requested, giving her glossy puppy dog eyes.

Y/n giggled and bit her lip. “Freddy, I already am sweetheart,” she explained. Y/n lifted their intertwined hands up to show him when he seemed to doubt her. She couldn’t help but giggle some more when Freddy sighed in relief and smiled contentedly at her.

Y/n noticed the way Freddy’s eyes slowly started to close more and more as they waited. She watched him silently for a few minutes. Y/n made note of how Freddy would only ‘wake up’ to burp or hiccup before his eyes narrowed sleepily again. As adorable and funny as it was, she knew her man needed sleep.

“I’ll be back,” y/n said quietly. “I don’t know what’s taking them so long,” she explained, kissing Freddy’s flushed cheek. “I’ll go check,” y/n alerted Tom, motioning with her eyes for him to watch Freddy for her in the interim.

Y/n had only made it a few steps away from the men when she heard Freddy whine loudly. She quickly spun around but couldn’t see what had caused his outburst. “Love, what’s happening?” Y/n wondered.

Freddy tried to stand, his legs unsteady as he stepped closer to her. Fortunately for him, Tom saw the worried look in y/n’s eyes and stopped him from trying to continue his approach. Having been restricted in movement by his brother, Freddy resorted to pouting again. “Yooou’rrre too far awayyyy,” he hiccuped.

Tom laughed loudly, “you're seriously like a man-child."

Y/n shook her head, “Tom-“.

Tom held up one hand, “I know, I know”. He laughed and more forcefully guided Freddy back to his barstool. “She’ll be back soon mate,” Tom said trying to make his tone sympathetic enough to appease y/n. He glanced over his shoulder at y/n and waved her on, “I’ve got him”.

However, Freddy once again stood up as he realized y/n was leaving his side. His legs shook and Tom’s grip on him was the only thing truly keeping him from stumbling.

Y/n sighed softly, “Freddy”. She walked closer, looping her arm under his armpits for more support. “You should probably sit down,” y/n advised. “I’ll be right back okay?”

Freddy shook his head, “but- but…, first…“.

“Mhmm?” Y/n responded, helping him back into the stool at the bar.

“Can … caaan I steallll your heaaart?” Freddy flirted drunkenly. His hand sliding down y/n’s bicep towards her wrist.

Y/n stifled a laugh and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not,” she teased, brushing Freddy’s messy hair away from his eyes.

Freddy immediately frowned, his bottom lip starting to tremble slightly. His eyes began to water as he looked up at y/n. “Whyyy?” he complained.

Y/n let out a remorseful puff of breath. She cupped Freddy’s face in her hands and smiled lovingly at him. “You already have it,” y/n reminded him delicately.

“Ohhhh,” Freddy gasped. He smiled crookedly, his eyes thin as he tried to say something else. Whatever Freddy had been planning on saying was cut off as he hiccuped again. Seemingly having caught on to his difficulty speaking, he opted to pull y/n in for a hug.

Y/n smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms around Freddy. She leaned back slightly to place a tender kiss to his forehead. As she pulled back from the hug, she noticed Freddy was wearing a ridiculously large grin. “What are you smiling about?" Y/n hummed.

Freddy’s rosey cheeks flushed deeper as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “Yooou’re sooo preetty,” He slurred before he failed to fight off another hiccup.

Y/n giggled, “thank you Freddy”. She squeezed his cheeks softly. But as y/n went to find their friends, she heard Freddy whisper “kissss me?” She smirked and nodded, complying by giving him a small kiss.

"Your… lips taaaaste liiike… dreams” Freddy flirted, giving y/n a lazy wink.

"That doesn't even make sense,” y/n laughed, shaking her head.

Freddy scoffed, “doesss too”.

Y/n hummed, “okay, sure”. She brushed some off Freddy’s hair to the side and placed another light kiss to his forehead. “Stay with Tom, I’ll be back,” y/n requested.

Freddy’s brows scrunched, “yooou are leaving meee?”

Y/n fought off the urge to giggle. “Only momentary. I have to. But I’ll be back” she promised. Upon having seen Freddy’s reluctance y/n signed. “I'm going to take care of you, okay? I just have to stay away for a moment” y/n told him, “then I’m yours for the rest of the night, kay?”

Freddy grinned and nodded, his eyes closing some as he started relaxing again.

“Nooo y/n isss,” Freddy slurred, glaring weakly at the stranger across from him.

Y/n rose her eyebrows as she approached. “What’s going on?” She asked Tom, glancing at Freddy and the guy he was talking to. “Why does Freddy look mad?” Y/n questioned, watching the stranger closely.

Tom shook his head, “one second”. “Mate, let it go,” he directed towards Freddy. Tom sighed as Freddy shook his head.

“Seeee,” Freddy argued, pointing a wavering finger at y/n. “Beauuuutiful,” he commented, squinting his eyes at the stranger.

“Mate for real, if you insult my girl one more time,” the stranger hissed in warning.

Y/n eyed Tom for an explanation as to what she’d walked up on.

“She,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the random girl beside the stranger. “Told Freddy she liked his hair and, he took it as her flirting,” he explained. As he shook his head in exasperation, Tom continued, “now, he’s on a rant about how much better you are than her”.

Y/n was pleased Tom whispered the update to her, not wanting to further ignite the tension. She walked closer to Freddy and placed her hand on his shoulder, sending the stranger an apologetic smile. “Darling, let’s just go home,” y/n suggested.

Freddy merely shook his head, his eyes still tensely squinting. “Nooo. Heeee’s wrrroonng,” he argued.

Y/n sighed, “Freddy-“.

“Yoou, loove,” Freddy rambled, turning to look at her. “Sooo preetieer,” he complimented causally. “Niiiicccer,” Freddy continued, his ‘c’ dragging out until it formed a hissing sound. He looked back over at the stranger and the girl beside him. Freddy shook his head, “nooot herrrr”.

Y/n frantically lowered Freddy’s hand as he pointed at the random girl. She took a deep breath as Tom moved between the stranger and Freddy. Y/n tugged on Freddy’s hand, “let’s go, Freddy”. “Now,” she pleaded, seeing his reluctance.

Freddy huffed dramatically. “Looove,” he sighed.

“Yoooou arree beeeette-“ Freddy adamantly continued.

Y/n placed her hand over Freddy’s mouth to stop his babbling. She could tell the stranger was getting fed up with Freddy’s behavior. “Baby, can you please shut the fuck up,” y/n pleaded, leading Freddy’s drunk body away from the others so he couldn’t keep instigating an unnecessary fight.

When Tom joined y/n and Freddy outside, y/n lowered her hand from Freddy’s face and turned to Tom. “Never mind what I said earlier,” she began. “You drive, I need to be in the back with him,” y/n declared, “if you drive, you can crash with us tonight, or we can get the car back tomorrow once he’s sober”. She glanced over at Freddy who was clinging to her body and smiling carelessly up at her. “That way I can keep an eye on this one,” y/n hummed.

Y/n tried to get Freddy to get off his phone for the duration of the car ride. Tom was driving and had just gotten done dropping off y/f/n and y/of/n. She knew that meant they only had another fifteen minutes to go until Tom arrived at her and Freddy’s home. In other words, y/n had to keep Freddy from throwing up or doing anything stupid or reckless for at least fifteen minutes before she could put him to bed.

Y/n wasn’t successful in getting Freddy to put his phone down. Nor did she know what it was he was doing since he was childishly hiding his screen from her. But, y/n was just glad he wasn’t typing and therefore it wasn’t likely he was drunk texting anyone. She rested her head on the window as she watched Freddy closely, making sure he wasn’t making himself sick by reading in the back seat while drunk.

Freddy suddenly glanced up at y/n, a crooked smirk forming. “Are yooou,” he hiccuped before pausing to look down at his phone again. “Maade ooout ooof,” Freddy slurred, flickering his eyes up to y/n briefly before back to his phone. “Graapes?” he asked.

Y/n raised her eyebrow at him questioningly. “What?” she asked, sitting up straight. Y/n knew Freddy had been long gone for awhile, but she was truly lost on this conversation. Normally she could piece together whatever drunken thoughts Freddy cared to share, but this one stumped her.

Freddy stared at his phone, his eyes lazily rereading the next line several times. He grinned up at y/n, “‘cause yooou are fiiiinne aaas wiiiiinnne”. Based on the deep dimples on his cheeks, Freddy was pretty proud of himself.

Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Freddy, wha-?” She reached over and took his phone, her eyes scanning the page he had pulled up. Y/n giggled more and locked the device before giving it back to him. “You don’t need to research pickup lines Freddy,” she assured him, playing with the wavy hairs covering his forehead.

Tom laughed loudly from the front seat as he mumbled something incoherent.

“Ohh,” Freddy hummed, “kaay”. He scooted across the seat, moving closer to y/n. “Onlllly yooou,” Freddy mumbled, pointing to y/n’s hand that was in his hair.

Y/n smirked and nodded. “Yeah darling, I’m the only one who gets to play with your hair,” she agreed, her fingers stroking his slightly clammy forehead underneath said hair. “You’re mine and I don’t share, but clearly I don’t need to worry,” y/n teased lovingly, pulling him closer. She smiled to herself as Freddy cuddled into her embrace with tired eyes.

Y/n propped their front door open with her foot as she guided Freddy inside. “I think it's time for bed,” she suggested warmly as she slid her foot past the threshold, letting the door close behind her. Y/n gave Freddy’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze as he leaned against her tiredly.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Freddy’s cheek as she walked him to their bathroom. “Sit here,” she encouraged, stroking his cheek as she sat him on the closed toilet seat lid. Y/n quickly dashed to their bedroom to grab some clothing for him to sleep in, not wanting to risk leaving him alone for too long. She’d noticed how unsteady his body was and didn’t want him to topple onto the floor in her absence.

It was hard for y/n to resist a chuckle as she returned to find Freddy trying to sleep while seated. “Hmmm,” she cooed, “almost, handsome, just need to change, okay?”. Y/n didn’t care if he slept in the shirt he had on tonight, but she suspected his jeans would be uncomfortable to sleep in. She helped him stand up, letting Freddy use her body for support as he clumsily tried to change his clothes.

When y/n had gotten her boyfriend into more comfortable, and non-pub-scented, clothing, she cautiously led him to their bed. During her attempts to help Freddy change, she realized he was burping a lot more. There were still a few hiccups, but y/n was concerned by how often he was burping and whether it would cause him to vomit tonight. So she walked very slowly to guide him to the bed, hoping to not upset his stomach anymore than it already had been tonight.

After settling Freddy under the covers, y/n brushed his messy hair from his eyes and gave him a kiss. “Im going to change,” y/n whispered as to not cause him to get up when she stepped away from their bed. However, she’d barely made it to the dresser when she heard Freddy slip out of the bed.

Y/n spun around, watching as Freddy dashed back to the bathroom. He’d turned the fan on, so she had a hard time hearing what was going on in there. But, y/n could make out that he was still belching and hiccuping with only minimal pauses between. Just as she went to knock on the door, she heard the sink running and decided to wait.

When Freddy exited the bathroom with a clammy forehead, even more tired eyes, and a frown, y/n sighed. “Oh honey,” she frowned, checking his forehead with the back of her hand. Y/n let out a breath of relief since Freddy at least wasn’t feverish. “Did you throw up in there?” she questioned concerned.

“Nooo,” Freddy said with another hiccup. Even in his drunken state he could see the doubt in y/n’s gaze. But, Freddy was too out of it, his mind far too busy and buzzing, to explain himself. Instead, he leaned against his loving girlfriend and let her guide him back to bed.

Y/n turned from their bed after having covered Freddy up with the comforter again. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, this time walking into their bathroom. Y/n quickly looked around, checking to see if he had in-fact thrown up after all.

However, y/n noticed Freddy must’ve just emptied his bladder instead. She sighed in relief that the night was nearly over and he’d so far been able to keep all the liquor down. Y/n flushed the toilet and lowered the lid for Freddy, washing her hands before exiting the bathroom.

Y/n’s eyes softened as she grinned at Freddy’s sleepy face. She watched silently for a few seconds as his eyelashes slowly flittered against his high cheekbones. Despite Freddy’s sharp features, whenever he was resting y/n thought he always seemed so soft and precious. Y/n shook her head to herself as she tried to will herself to temporarily look away so she could finish her last task of the night.

Y/n paused, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the sound of Freddy’s feet pattering across their wooden flooring. “What’re you doing out of bed?” she tsked warmly, smiling at his blanket cladded sleepy form. Y/n had been trying to make some breakfast for him tomorrow, something that should help with the anticipated nausea and hangover y/n knew he’d have in the morning. She also didn’t want the sounds from cooking said breakfast to make his impending headache worse tomorrow. But, y/n feared she must’ve woken him instead by doing it tonight.

Freddy pouted, his face barely peeking through the comforter he’d dragged with him. “Miiissssed yooou,” he whined.

Y/n smiled and stifled a giggle. “I’m coming,” she nodded, putting the meal in the refrigerator. Y/n shut the door and walked over to her drowsy boyfriend. She cupped his cheeks, “let’s go get you back to bed”.

“Misssss,” Freddy hiccuped. “Yoooou,” he added, another hiccup following his whine. Freddy tilted his head to the side as he watched y/n step towards the counter, his pout returning.

Y/n didn’t have to be looking at him to know he was pouting again. She smiled to herself and shook her head lightly. “I’m just getting meds for you for the morning and tonight,” y/n explained, grabbing the cup now filled with water that she’d gotten down and filled earlier. She then pulled over a bottle of medicine from the kitchen counter.

“Yooooou’re my med-medicciinne,” Freddy said, the last word coming out very jumbled and slurred. But his blushing cheeks certainly cleared up any doubt one might’ve had over what he was saying.

“Freddy, take the meds,” y/n chuckled, passing him a few pills and the water.

Freddy shook his head, the blanket slightly restricting his movements. “Nuuuh uh,” he argued childishly.

Y/n sighed and frowned. “Let me take care of you,” she requested, intentionally holding eye contact with Freddy. “Now, take the meds,” y/n repeated kindly, pushing her hands closer to him.

Freddy stared silently into y/n’s gaze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Kaaay,” he hiccuped, grabbing the items from y/n. Freddy dutifully swallowed the pills and slid the glass down to counter towards her.

Y/n thanked Freddy and then rested her hand on the blanket covering his shoulders as she encouraged him to walk back to their bedroom. She saw Freddy had turned on the bedside lamp so she quickly turned off the ceiling light as she followed him in.

Freddy hummed contentedly as y/n helped him back into bed. His tired and lazy eyes watched as she lovingly made sure he was comfortable and that the blanket covered him completely. “Yoooou loooovve meee, rrrighht?” he asked, closing his eyes.

Y/n giggled, “of course I do”. She stroked the side of Freddy’s face with her fingertips, “always”.

Freddy silently smiled to himself, melting into the blankets. Just as he seemed to begin calming down for the night, he mumbled, “waaaait, whaa?”.

As she shook her head softly at Freddy, y/n smiled. “Angel, you asked if I loved you,” she reminded him with a small laugh. “I was saying I do love -“ y/n began to explain.

Only, suddenly Freddy was alert and no longer almost asleep. “Whoooo dooo yooou lllove?” He asked as he sloppily tried to sit up. Freddy’s lips curled downwards due to his jealous state. He tried to huff loudly but it came out as a burp.

Y/n bit into her bottom lip as she laughed. “You, Freddy,” she answered, delicately laying him back down. After tucking Freddy in for the millionth time tonight, y/n cupped his face and kissed his nose, “you are the one I love”.

This seemed to truly settle Freddy as he smiled, suddenly appearing sleepy again now that he realized he didn’t have to be jealous. “Doooon’t leaaaave,” he whined, holding y/n’s hand.

Y/n nodding in reassurance. She cautiously helped Freddy slide back so she could get into the bed from the same side. Once she’d crawled into bed beside Freddy, y/n silently began playing with his hair.

Freddy lazily smiled, his eyes getting heavier as he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

“You’re purring,” y/n commented with an amused hum.

Freddy’s cheeks blushed as he let his eyes close, sleep quickly taking over him.

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[star4daisy]

🦈 🎬 👑 for the ask game <33

heey thanks for asking hon <3

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

hmm i think reg cuz i had a specific idea of him before I entered the fandom and by reading so much fics on his pov I sometimes struggle with the characterization I'm gonna use for him and sticking to it

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

THIS IS SO HARD FOR NO REASON LOL I think I'd go with either compass or power over me cuz they'd be the most aesthetically pleasing, i don't have fancasts for them but I'd have to go with Michael Cimino for James even tho he doesn't look like how i imagine him, kahlil beth for Evan, for Barty maybe Freddy Carter cuz he's got that weird haunted face, very wide eyes and I liked how he looked with blood on his face lol but if it was Compass cuz its a band au I'd choose Damiano David for him for sure, reg would be timmy just cuz idk the name of the other guy i ac see him as (but also they all look so young and i imagined them looking older on power over me)

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

I wish I could be the type of person who writes long fics, like I've got plenty of ideas that are, but I struggle so much with sticking to only one idea and being consistent on my writing that recently I've decided to focus mainly on my short fics so I can actually finish them and maybe write the longer fics on the side and only post them once they're mostly done (which I struggle to do too) so currently I prefer short fics heheh

[munsontm]

'my most significant influence is just real life.' A candid discussion with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson. Gerri Miller.

Metal Edge, 8th March 1991.

On the fifth of February, 1991, Corroded Coffin, a four-piece heavy metal band from Hawkin's Indiana, a rural town rife with tragedy and mystery, made Grammy and music history by being not only the first of the genre to win album of the year but said album also happened to be their debut. The album in question, entitled Stranger Things, is being hailed all over the country as a truly original and thought-provoking journey with a multitude of themes contained in a fantastical and, frequently, dark world narrative. I caught up with the band's frontman, Eddie Munson, in hopes of learning more about the mysterious and polarising figure who shot for the stars on his first try and made it all the way to the moon.

It was a rare rainy morning in downtown LA when I met Eddie at The Beverly Hills Hotel. He told me he'd have preferred to meet at Starbucks or something, but management insisted on somewhere 'fancy' in his words. There's not a shred of his theatrical stage wear or make-up to be seen except for chipped black polish on his nails. He's dressed down in stonewash jeans, a black vest, and a red plaid shirt complete with Nike sneakers that he tells me aren't his. Eddie offered me a cigarette once we got comfortable in the hotel bar, and I felt struck by the disarming power of his smile. I couldn't say no to him, and apparently, neither can America.

How's it going, Eddie?

Eddie: Yeah, you know. Pretty good. This hotel is weird, though, right?

You don't like it?

Eddie: Ehh...it's just kinda snobby for my tastes. It's not very me, I guess. And it's not what I'd like Corroded Coffin to be associated with. None of us come from money, and neither do our fans. We're a band for the 99%, and we're determined to stay true to that. I think I'd straight up quit music if someone told me that Bush liked our tunes.

You're not a fan of the president, then?

Eddie: Dude, what do you think? I grew up with Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan, each more useless than the last, and determined to keep up the status quo of anti-queer, pro-guns, and the nuclear family. That's all they do, like glorified caretakers, I guess. People bitch about change, but they still keep voting for the same two dumb fucks every single time. Where's the progression? It ain't there, man.

Anti-queer, anti-guns and the nuclear family are pretty polarising subjects. How do you feel when people in the industry label you as a polarising figure?

Eddie: I fucking love it. I knew years ago that if we ever made it big, people were gonna hate us. I've always been loud and weird and annoying, never knowing when to shut my mouth. But I'm at peace with it, proud even. Yeah, I'm queer. Freddie (Mercury) doesn't hide it. Why should I? Yeah, I'm pro-feminism, anti-government, anti-society, an atheist, anti-guns, pro-abortion, and pro-drugs. Whatever has been said about me in pro and anti-contexts is probably all true. I'm the antichrist to the normie Americans, and that makes me giggle at night. Let them be mad about it and live in fear of the other for once.

People back in my very conservative hometown hated me, too, because I was different and poor. It's no different from that, and I'm not scared about it anymore, like when I was that kid in Hawkins. The difference now is that there are people out there who like my big mouth. There are freaks all over the country who are just like me. It's pretty fucking cool.

Those are some pretty brave statements to make.

Eddie: Nah. Lots of them are already there on the album. I've never been shy about any of 'em, even when meatheads at our gigs decide to throw bottles at us and act like little bitches. Go watch Axel Rose if you want some fresh bigotry with your metal. Although, is it even really a metal concert if someone doesn't throw something at you? The answer is no. The point is that the stage and the studio are my space to say what I want and then reach other people with the same thinking. I'm not going to stop doing that ever.

What's your private life currently like?

Eddie: Private. Next.

You're very secretive about that part of your life, aren't you?

Eddie: Yeah. Cus, like I said, bigots exist. I might like to suck both dick and eat pussy, and be okay with admitting that to the world. But I'm not stupid enough to give away my private life details where any creep can read them. Can we move on now? [This next part was originally redacted by Eddie, but then he changed his mind.] Still, my partner could be the shit outta any phobe. They fought a bear once and won...more than once.

Sure, Eddie. What first got you into music?

Eddie: I think the first time music really crawled inside my brain was when I heard All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix on the radio one summer. Mmm, I can't remember if I was four or five, but it was around then. It wasn't even about the lyrics. I didn't learn what they were until later. It was the guitar work that blew my tiny baby mind to somewhere else, maybe another plane of existence, albeit temporarily, so unfortunate. But I couldn't get that raw sound out of my mind, and I became instantly addicted, looking for similar sounds everywhere. I'd heard guitars playing before, but never like that. Never that level of genius. It kinda made me wanna cry with the emotions it brought out of me because I grew up in an environment where emotions weren't allowed if you were a boy. Jimi gave me my first outlet, and I'll be eternally grateful for that. Rest in peace, dude.

Is that what music is for you, an expression of yourself?

Eddie: Well, yeah. Music is part of who I am. Even when it's not a personal expression of myself, it's still an expression of my beliefs and ideals. Music is art; music is political and radical. But I also can't deny there's plenty of very personal shit in my lyrics. The day I write a fluff song is the day I'll have officially lost my marbles.

Who inspired you to make music?

Eddie: Haha, I'm pretty sure this is the most well-known fact about me, which is my boner for Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne. In 1972, Children Of The Grave was released, and I was lucky enough to see it performed live on TV. If Christ were real, that moment would have been my coming of Christ. I was like eight then, so the lyrics mattered more. But Ozzy himself was like a fantastic madman, and no one was doing it like him. He just didn't and still doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks of him. I admire that so much, and I strived to be like that, too, for as long as I can remember. Not giving a shit was my shield in high school. People were afraid of that, that I didn't follow the rules or pretend to be good as gold. Yeah, it invited trouble, too, being loud and annoying. But it felt great at the same time.

How would you describe the music that you typically create? What are your influences?

Eddie: Uhh, if you wanna talk genres, then I guess I'd describe it as horror or fantasy metal. I wouldn't want to be described as your average metal band. That'd be the freaking worst. Many of my influences come from Dungeons & Dragons, Heavy Metal (the science-fiction and fantasy magazine/comic), and Lord of The Rings. But then you got literary influence from Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Mary Shelley, and H.P. Lovecraft.

But I guess my most significant influence is just real life. Take real life and smash it together with all the aforementioned shit. Things get crazy pretty quickly. I've been able to channel a lot of the bad things that happened in my life through those things, and apparently, I'm not the only one that likes it. Although, my dad probably hates that I'm getting rich from what a cunt he is. But I love it.

Who would you most like to collaborate with?

Eddie: Ozzy Osbourne, of course. But there's also DIO too. Slayer would be sweet too—ugh, and Judas Priest. Basically, there are too many potentials to pick from, and I'm indecisive, so I don't think I should be allowed to pick in any realistic context. Gare and Jeff can deal.

What is one message you would give to your fans.

Eddie: First of all, I love them very much. Each and every single one of them made Corroded Coffin possible. Artists are nothing without their fans. Right from the three drunks back in Hawkin's to the dude who flashed his pink nipple tassels at me during every indie gig, he's awesome. We wouldn't be here without them. I hope they continue supporting our madness and being just as mad themselves. The world always needs more freaks in it.

What is the most useless talent you have?

Eddie: I can tuck my dick and balls back and do Gonzo impersonations with em'. Just draw some eyes on my guys, and wiggle it all about. It's a great party trick. But I'm not allowed to show it to anyone because that's embarrassing, according to my partner. And I can quote Lord of The Rings by page number, depending on the edition. Though people in my circle consider that to be pretty cool, just saying.

Do you sing in the shower? What songs?

Eddie: Man, all I do is sing around the house. It drives the neighbours fucking nuts. Fortunately, my partner is fully endeared by it. But I usually sing what comes to mind or whatever trash is on the radio. There's a WHAM song stuck in my head right now, and I hate it. Fully hate it. I want to make it stop.

What would you be doing right now, if it wasn’t for your music career?

Eddie: Honestly, I don't even wanna think about it. Music is all I ever wanted to do. Considering something else was never an option for me.

What's a typical day like for you?

Eddie: I have to be dragged out of bed wherever I'm sleeping. Whether it's at home, the studio, or in a hotel. I'm not a morning person, and it's a lucky day if I manage to hit the toilet rim without a cup of coffee in me. After that, I'm usually writing for most of the day, right now, until my partner makes me eat and take a chill pill. There are also lots of scheduled interviews and shoots going on, what with the Grammy win and all. I'm not used to such hectic schedules, so it's been completely nuts as of late. I only get around four hours of sleep, and that sucks. But it's just part of the job.

What is your favourite song to perform?

Eddie: Fuck. I hate this question because I can never answer it the straightforward way. There isn't one song to beat all, but it's usually a tie between Red and Sword and Shield. They're my magnum opus, at least for now. Because as a musician, I always strive to outdo my last song.

Why those two songs, what do they mean to you?

Eddie: Red is just a sick tune, ya know? I took inspiration from a person in my life, a kid who used to live in the same trailer park as me. She's probably one of the bravest people I've ever met, and my batshit brain couldn't let go of the idea of making a song about her bravery. If it wasn't for them, myself and many others wouldn't have made it out of the Hawkin's earthquake alive. That's why Red is so bassy and riffy, and Gareth even broke a fair couple of sticks while we were recording—the musical energy needed to match her intensity and what she went through to help people. Women's heroics ain't recognised enough in any media, so it was a no-brainer to me to include her story as part of Stranger Thing's overall journey.

As for Sword and Shield, that's way more personal. The context behind that changed my life. It's about two people casting aside preconceptions of one another and fighting their inner demons together cus I found out around the time of writing it that you can't do that alone; fight your inner demons and get past your past. And yeah, there's a splash of homoerotica; sue me. It's one of the...no. It's the only balladesque song on the album cus it's the only balladesque song I've ever written. Most of the music for Sword and Shield was me and a guitar; everyone else is a more subtle background, I guess. It needed to be like that. I needed it to be a private experience for me and my sword.

Your sword?

Eddie: Yup. Next question.

What is the most trouble you’ve ever gotten into

Eddie: Aw, c'mon. Do ya'll really gotta bring it up in every interview? Every goddamn tabloid in the country went off about it. Murder accusations and Satanic worship, which were all overwhelmingly disproven. The state even apologised to me. I'm done talking about that part of my life.

Apologies, Eddie. You're right. What is the best advice you’ve been given?

Eddie: Smooth recovery, buddy. Alright. I've had plenty of decent advice from people like Ozzy, Doro, Dio, and Dave Mustaine. Lots of D's, for some reason. But, I think my Uncle Wayne probably gave me the best life advice, which was always to be myself. Never pretend to be someone you're not, even when it's hard. He told me that when I was thirteen, and I've always stuck by it. What you see is what you get. I don't have a stage persona like a lot of people do. It's all just me. I don't think I'd be able to handle this kinda life if I had to pretend to be someone else, ya know? Being true to myself and my vision is what has gotten me here, that and my boys, my fellow losers and freaks.

If you could change anything about the metal industry, what would it be?

Eddie: Well, shit. That's a loaded question, and it's gonna get one of those so-called controversial replies that I always apparently have. There are not enough women in this industry, at least not in the American mainstream, aside from Doro, and she takes a lot of shit. Bands like Girlschool, Black Knight, Messiah Force, and Rock Goddess, they're all absolutely badasses, who are just as good, if not better, than many of their male contemporaries. Man Metal, let's call it that for a moment, has way too many tunes about sexualising cars and having sex with women and boohooing about our drug problems. It's all repetitive, gets boring, is boring.

I think heavy metal should be more of an open genre. Manufactured pop music always has centre stage in the music industry, sadly. But rock 'n roll is about rebellion and doing what society doesn't deem normal. Why is the heavy-metal movement just entrenched in working-class dudes? Bearing in mind I am one of those dudes. We've got more in common with the many marginalised groups in this country, mainly that the government hates us, instead of the upper classes who use pop culture, music included, to promote the fake American Dream. If we could all come together under the power of rock 'n roll. I think beautiful things could happen. We could have a revolution.

What do you think are the chances of such a grand scale thing happening?

Eddie: Uhh, pretty much zero.

What’s next for you?

I'll be writing Corroded Coffin's next album while on a national tour that I think is being announced next week. I can't remember. Maybe I wasn't supposed to talk about that. Oh, well. Surprise! I've also been asked to pose for Playgirl, which is fucking wild. I didn't see that coming in a million years.

What? Like full frontal?

Eddie: God, I fucking hope so. The pearl clutching will be spectacular.

Corroded Coffins album, Stranger Things, is out now via Mercury Records.

[drthrvn]

i'm on ep 6 of S&B season 2 and here are some of my thoughts

not enough Matthias although.... Matthias' dream 👀 that shit was spicy

why have almost every character started in a difference place than in the books????????

is it just me or adapting "Crooked kingdom" before "Six of crows" was a weird decision? i mean it's easier to push into one season with the trilogy but i feel like we haven't earned some reveals and plotpoints yet (like Kaz's story, his relationship with Inej, Jesper being a durast)

Alina is annoying. Mal is annoying. i skip all of the romantic scenes with them, idc. i even skip some scenes scenes with the Darkling, cause he's annoying and boring this season tbh (also so many of his scenes are cringy af ???? what happened)

i wasn't convinced by Nikolai at first, but now i LOVE him. i'm just annoyed they didn't change his appearance for Sturmhound, like how does that make sense???

i prefered Wesper in the books, but the show version has a nice twist to it

show Tolya > book Tolya

Freddy Carter really be acting like the rent is due and i respect that

i've seen some spoilers for the ending and... i don't like it. justice for my girl Zoya, the only true queen of Ravka. i really want a proper Zoyalai storyline, if we get more seasons

WHY DID THEY CRAMMED 3-4 BOOKS INTO 10 EPISODES, I HATE IT

[dear-indies]

hello! could i please get some fc suggestions (no gender preference) that could fit a vampire that was turned in their mid-late twenties/early thirties, but has a cold exterior since they’ve lived for at least 100 years? tysm!

Úrsula Corberó (1989)

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / White.

Mishel Prada (1989) Puerto Rican, Dominican Republic, and Mexican [Spanish, Portuguese, African, Indigenous], some French - has spoken up for Palestine!

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Luke Baines (1990) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Paapa Essiedu (1990) Ghanaian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Kelly McCormack (1991) - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Kim Yong Ji (1991) Korean.

Yang Yang (1991) Chinese.

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Iranian Jewish - uses she/they - has spoken up for Palestine!

Paloma Elsesser (1992) African-American / Chilean-Swiss - has spoken up for Palestine!

Emma D’Arcy (1992) - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

E.R. Fightmaster (1992) - non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Mina El Hammani (1993) Moroccan - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jesse James Keitel (1993) - is a trans woman.

Freddy Carter (1993) - vibes in Shadow and Bone - has spoken up for Palestine!

Mia Khalifa (1993) Lebanese - has spoken up for Palestine!

Pınar Deniz (1993) Turkish [Lebanese] - her vibes in Aktris - has spoken up for Palestine!

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / White.

Adeline Rudolph (1994) Korean / White - vibes in Resident Evil.

Juliette Motamed (1995) Iranian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sasha Calle (1995) Colombian.

Ella Balinska (1996) Afro Jamaican / White.

Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / White.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, ¼ Korean - vibes in Chilling Advenures of Sabrina and Uncharted.

Lauren Jauregui (1996) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other], likely some Basque - is bisexual - has spoken up for Palestine!

Blu del Barrio (1997) Argentinian - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Omar Apollo (1997) Mexican - is gay - has spoken up for Palestine!

Bryn Chapman Parish (1997) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Alaqua Cox (1997) Menominee, Mohican - is deaf and a below the knee leg amputee - vibes in Hawkeye.

Kassius Nelson (1997) Black British - vibes in Dead Boy Detectives.

Lauren Tsai (1998) Taiwanese / White.

I hope this helps!

[ao3feed-sixofcrows]

by swanimagines

Characters: Peter "Pin" Hawthorne, Kaz Brekker, Jason Ripper, Tom (15 Days), Ellis (The Convent)

Words: 1082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Freddy character preferences

Fandoms: Free Rein (TV), Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV), Pennyworth (TV 2019), 15 Days (TV 2019), The Convent (2018)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Peter "Pin" Hawthorne, Kaz Brekker, Jason Ripper, Tom (15 Days), Ellis (The Convent), Reader

Relationships: Peter "Pin" Hawthorne/Reader, Kaz Brekker/Reader, Jason Ripper/Reader, Tom (15 Days)/Reader, Ellis (The Convent)/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, GN Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Mild Sexual Content, no y/n