#freddy freeman fanfic

[gay-dorito-dust]

freddy and reader falling asleep while cuddling and watching a movie with the family + the wake up the next morning..?

(established relationship, too..?) ⭐️

It’s movie night and it has became routine for Freddy to invite you along, unashamedly using it as an excuse to spend more time with you and have you grow accommodated to his family. At first you were adamant in joining, believing yourself to only get in the way of quality family time but as it turns out, his family were more then happy to have you join them and would always make sure that you were seated next to your boyfriend; Now every time movie night arrived, it has became accustom for Freddy and his family to anticipate your arrival before playing the first film.

‘Hey Freddy it’s your-‘ ‘Victor!’ Rosa whispered, he raised his brows at her, wondering why she shushed him and she only gestured with her head. ‘Look.’ Victor then followed to where Rosa wanted him to look and an soft ‘oh’ left his lips as a smile graced her lips. You and Freddy were fast asleep, cuddled up against one another; your head resting in the crook of your boyfriends neck whilst the rest of your body was tucked tightly into the crevices of his side as though he held all the warmth. Meanwhile with Freddy, his head rested atop of yours as his arms were caging your waist, tightening their hold when he felt you shift slightly, making certain that you remained firmly against him at all times.

It was obvious that at some point of the night you and Freddy had gotten so comfortable in your cuddling position and so happened to relax just enough to the point you had drifted to sleep then and there. ‘How long have they been like that?’ Victor asked and Rosa merely shrugs, still smiling at you and Freddy, ‘Who knows but I’m happy that Freddy’s found them.’ Victor hums in agreement, his heart swelling with pride for his little boy, ‘as am I Rosa, Freddy has found a keeper that’s for certain. But what I’m also certain about is the crooked necks they’re going to get in the morning’ he then looks over at Rosa, ‘and I don’t think I’m prepared for the whining that will ensue from it.’

‘We should get them to bed, the settee doesn’t make that great of a bed.’ Rosa chuckles as she took the blanket that had been draped over her and Victor’s laps in favour to drape it across yours and Freddy’s bodies, pressing a kiss to both of your foreheads, where she then wished you both a goodnight afterwards, ‘thank you for looking after my son.’ She whispered to you. With movie night effectively finished, Victor grunts as he hauls himself from his seat and managed to wrangle you and Freddy into his arms as he carries you both up to Freddy and Billy’s shared bedroom. ‘Welcome to the family kiddo.’ He whispered as he pressed a kiss to both yours and Freddy’s foreheads and closing the door behind him, though not without one last look back at you both, smiling when he saw you cling onto to each other’s like koalas. ‘Kids.’ He murmurs affectionately.

You groaned as you felt yourself starting to wake up, instinctively nuzzling into the warmth beneath you, smiling softly as just as you began to drift back into the arms of sleep, when the warmth beneath you spoke. ‘Morning baby.’ It muttered as it pressed a kiss to the top of your head, tightening it’s grip on your waist. You moved your head to have a look at who it was, only to smile when you were greeted with the beautiful eyes belonging to your equally beautiful boyfriend, Freddy. Who looked as though he has just woken up; which -to be fair-he had. ‘Good morning to you too handsome.’ You mused softly, still a little sleepy from how comforting his warmth was, as you pressed a kiss or two just underneath his chin.

‘It certainly is a good morning with you here in my arms.’ Freddy replied cheekily and before you both could greet each other with a good morning kiss, a groan could be heard from Billy’s side of the room as the boy was attempting to block everything out by using his pillow to cover his ears. ‘You guys do realise I’m here right?’ He asks.

‘When did you get there?’ Freddy asked

‘Dude! This is my room too you know!’ Billy exclaimed. ‘Do you think I want to be here, hearing you macking on each other?’

‘You’re just jealous that I got an amazing partner before you did aren’t you?’ Freddy teased, tucking you further against him as you leisurely listened in on the brotherly banter.

‘No I’m not!’ Billy cried, throwing his arms in the arm, which only served in making you laugh, ‘just don’t start making out when I’m still in the room.’

A silence lingered in the air when Freddy decided that it needed to be broken.

‘You know you’re not obligated to stay-‘

‘Oh fuck you dude.’ Billy cuts him off.

‘Love you too bro.’ Freddy teased before looking at you, ‘but I love you more sweetheart.’ He utters softly as you smiled at him. ‘Love you too Freddy bear.’ You whisper, pecking his lips.

Billy fake gags.

Freddy throws his pillow at his brother for ruining the sweet moment.

[chaoticallyfluffy]

AU where Captain Marvel is literally just three kids in a trench coat and no one notices.

Mary on the bottom, holding them all up and getting super strong legs from holding them all the time. She jokes it’s because she holds the family together.

Freddy in the middle as the arms. He surrounds himself in pillows to give them the appearance of muscles and being bigger than they are. It’s doubles as protection from attacks.

Billy is on the top as the head and spokesperson. He’s the one who has to talk to civilians and convince others that they’re a singular normal adult.

It started off as a way to get into pg13 movies (they didn’t want to see the R rated ones, they just wanted to watch the fnaf movie or something), but when it worked (the person working there was so amused, they just let them through) they got more confident and started doing it more and more often.

Because of Fawcett nonsensical and at times childish logic, the city (or its connection to the rock of eternity) sees this and decides to play along. The magic of the city lets them slowly become more and more convincing, and eventually gods and even the universe itself join in on this little game.

The kids think they are master actors and become brave enough to become a superhero. They don’t notice when their pillow protection works a bit too well and saves them from increasingly deadly blows. They don’t realize that no amount of leg strength could let Mary leap over an entire building, or that being charismatic isn’t enough to give Billy the knowledge and wisdom needed to be convincingly adult-like, or that doing sports couldn’t give Freddy the speed and reaction time to catch a projectile in mid air before it hits them.

It gets to the point where they join the justice league and lie about their powers coming from a wizard named ‘shazam’ and a few gods. They come up with a few random gods on the spot, not realizing that many of them are from different sources or aren’t gods at all, but they still convince them. Even Batman is fully confident that they are an adults and telling the truth about the source of their powers.

The kids think they’re pulling the greatest scheme in the universe.

The universe is happy that it has adopted three newly super powered children in a trench coat.

[ledesaid]

A heart that doesn't give up▼💜⚡❤️▼

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Billy combs Darla's hair.

He had done it for the last two years. She would have liked it that way...

He also combs Mary's hair as she taught him...

It's not strange. Now it's part of his daily routine. Two years ago everything was fine, his siblings, his membership in the League, his activities in the magical community. But one day, like any other, Billy and his siblings fought against a lord of chaos.

It didn't end well. His two sisters had drained their magic to seal that lord out of their plane of reality and in return had fallen into a deep sleep, Nordic magic called something similar to the Odin sleep. But it wasn't quite like that... They had already investigated it.

Billy was almost of age now and had many more responsibilities than he would have wished, but he carried them all with the heart of Billy Batson. The mantle of the champion of magic, the care of his siblings, homeschooling, his responsibilities with the League, and much more...

Precisely...

Superman had given him the floor, what were they talking about? Oh yes, right, the trafficking of metahumans and the repatriation of victims in groups... Billy couldn't remember if he should contribute about escorting the first group alongside the Lanterns or supporting the extraction of a meta in a dangerous point in the galaxy.

"Excuse me, can you repeat that last part?"

"We were asking if you would be part of the delegation representing Earth at the summit of planets..."

Oh, wow, it wasn't any of the ones I had thought of, maybe my mind needed some air after all.

"I can't leave Earth, Superman, I'm really sorry."

The meeting continued, time flew by as the Captain distractedly looked at the papers on the table.

The meeting was taking a long time...

The girls were alone...

"Brother... how have you been?" the warm voice of Wonder Woman made Billy react.

The meeting had ended, and he was the only one left at the table.

"Hello Diana, you know me, handling work and family... like an average adult."

"An average adult can't lift more than fifteen tons or fly at supersonic speeds... but they can take care of family. If I may ask, how have Miss Marvel and Lightning been?"

Billy breathed calmly and saw that they were alone, some privacy...

"They still sleep in the Rock, I try to keep them as comfortable as possible."

"Your other siblings have taken up the protection of Fawcett, right?"

"King and Strong have been helping me a lot..."

"And your other brother...?"

"Thunder and Strong are still looking for a cure in the ancient manuscripts and portals."

"I'm also searching on my side, brother. Zeus won't abandon them..."

"Thanks, Diana... I appreciate it a lot."

Billy and the Captain agreed with Diana, Zeus hadn't abandoned them, but Billy wasn't planning to take his help... The favor of Zeus cost more than what he would receive. Solomon had been clear, Teth Adam too, and even the ghost of the Wizard Shazam had warned him about the major Olympian.

But that was another thing he had to add to his list of burdens as an adult: Not giving in to the temptation that Zeus whispered in his ear every day.

He just had to trust that Eugene, Pedro, Freddy, Wonder Woman, his friends in the magical community, and his heart wouldn't give up.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

your superbats fic writer!freddy is making me super curious about how billy will face supes and bats after reading it lol

also fanfic writer freddy is so perfect. i’m now starved for it

I’d imagine it’s like watching an on and off couple in school, seeing how they are interacting with eachother and wondering what the deal of the week is (since those two can kinda flip between seeing eye to eye or not given whatever circumstance)

He’s deliberately avoiding some parts for obvious “Those are my freaking coworkers” reasons but for now in the idea I have for the fic Freddy doesn’t know Billy is personally related in any way to them. Current idea I’m running with is that Billy had his powers for a bit, hasn’t told anyone and has been running from foster homes anyway to avoid what inevitably happen to poeple heroes care about, but got caught in the familial love trap that is the Vasquez household and hasn’t found a good window to leave or tempt the idea of revealing himself yet.

It’s like showing a dude 1D fanfics not knowing he’s one of the sound guys who works with them, it’s weird and Billy was just silently dying on the inside while being weaned onto the SuperBat agenda.

Also, fanfic writer Freddy is beloved and definitely something I could see with the dude currently. He kept a journal of his adventures in the 40’s and currently thanks to movie and tie-in book canon he does have a interest in writing about superheroes on top of understanding how their powers work and stuff, even has a letter he sent to the Daily Planet (Lois specifically!) and got put in the paper.

[ao3statistics]

Can you do most popular tags for Billy batson? This is so neat!

This is self-made. Date of creation: 25.03.2024

@billy-and-friends Here you go!

The tagwrangling on this character isn't entirely up to date (this is NOT meant as criticism towards the tag wranglers on Ao3 though because they do have an awful lot to do and I'm pretty sure they're doing that for free!), therefore I had to count some tag results manually that haven't been made synonyms with other tags yet.

Am I going overboard with the colourscheme recently?... Perhaps. If it bothers you guys, feel free to tell me.

The "/" between two tags means that they were made synonyms on Ao3 and therefore both will get you the same amount of hits.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Shiptags and character tags were NOT included.

More charts will follow. :)

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[bimb0fy]

MALL DATE - FREDDY FREEMAN

PAIRINGS: FREDDY FREEMAN X READER

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Freddy, decided to take you out to the mall for a date, regretting the decision instantly.

WARNINGS: Swearing, kissing, buying stuff from claires.

You stood in your room, adjusting your makeup for the millionth time, you didn't know why you were anxious, all you knew, Freddy was almost-.

The door bell rings.

Scratch that, he's here. You quickly took your bag, making sure your hair is perfect. You had dyed it your favorite color before your date. Why? Why not, that's the question. You ran down your stairs, luckily your parents were asleep on the couch, meaning they couldn't embarrass you. It was a habit of them.

You open the door to be welcomed by Freddy's warm smile. He was wearing a white vest with red linings and a white undershirt. He had red classical pants and a red jacket. He stared at you for a second, placing his hand on your waist before giving you a kiss.

"So what do you have planned lover boy?" You ask your boyfriend, he smiled before giving you another kiss, you smiled as you remembered where you recognized the vest. You were out once and saw it in a shop, telling Freddy you loved it and that he should buy it since it would make him look very attractive.

"Maybe the mall, I know you wanted to buy some new clothes and stuff." He shrugged, you smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the subway station, causing him to groan. "THE SUBWAY?!"

"WE MISSED THE BUS!" You yelled back, he groaned one more time before walking down the steps, you help him walk down, using your card to let both of you in. "I take the Subway home everyday anyways."

"Not anymore, I'm walking you home because this is fucking disgusting, he's actually not wearing any shoes now." He said pointing at a man sitting on the bench, he wasn't wearing any shoes, you groan at your boyfriend, rolling your eyes.

"I'll give you a kiss if you shut up and entered the subway." You said as the subway approached, he stares at you for a second.

"Wait, for real?" He asked you, you nod, him instantly walking towards the Subway. You giggled as you entered the subway behind him, luckily it wasn't that packed as usual and you found seats. "NO!" Freddy yelled, he quickly walked towards you, placing his jacket down. "Now you can sit."

"Really?" You scoffed as you removed the jacket, sitting down. He gasped, sitting down beside you, placing his jacket around you. "I'm not cold."

"Well the creeps here don't know that!" Freddy yelled, you laughed at him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. You took out your headphones, giving one to Freddy, you played your favorite playlist. "I like your hair by the way, it's really uh, hot."

"Thanks Freddy." You smiled at him, resting your head on his shoulder, you hummed out the rhythm of Lovers Rock by Tv Girl, one of yours and Freddy's favorite songs.

You smiled as you arrived at the mall, it was. five minute walk between the subway and mall and Freddy was complaining about everything.

The subway was disgusting Y/n.

I'm hungry babe. NO I CAN NOT WAIT.

God, my legs are DYING!

The first thing you did as you arrived to the mall was walk over to the food court, buying Freddy some McNuggets and some fries. He ate them quickly smiling again once he finished. He fed you some of his nuggets and fries, you decided to eat sone Chinese food instead, forcing Freddy to try it.

"He can't be your favorite hero! Red hood is an anti-hero." Freddy argued.

"A hot one." You added, he stared you deep in the eyes, you took out your phone, showing him a photo of Jason todd.

"Okay maybe a hot one, but Nightwing will always be better, I mean did you see his ass in titans?" Freddy joked, you laughed, giving him some noodles to shut him up. You ate the rest of you lunch, talking about some of your favorite movies.

Once your food was done, you entered a few shops, the gap, H&M, Zara, Bershka, then you found a claires. You instantly smiled, dragging Freddy into it.

"Babe, I love you, but no." He instantly said as you showed him a matching necklace. It was pink descending into purple, having the letter 'B' on a half and 'FF' on the other. You pouted, making his eyes widen. "No, you can't guilt trip me into buying it, you still didn't give me a ki-."

You kissed him to shut him up, he lagged for a second, you laughed at his facial expression. He grabbed the necklaces, walked up to the cashier and bought it. You smiled, instantly wearing it and helping Freddy wear his. You both walked down to Jennifer, since it had a 50% off sale.

"Babe, we've been trying clothes for hours!" Freddy whined, sitting outside the changing room. He was on the ground, reading another comic book. He looked up to find you wearing a batman shirt. He smiled at it, smiled at you. It was Similar to the one he had at home.

"What do you think?" You asked him. He just smiled at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I love it." He said, smiling, you nodded your head at the boy, you walked back into the changing room, changing back to your clothes. You walk over to the cashier, placing down 3 shirts, the batman shirt included, and two jeans with a jacket. Just as you were taking out your card, Freddy had already given the cashier his card.

"Fred." You rolled your eyes at him, he took the bags and carried them for you. You tried to take the bags from him, to make it easier for him but he refused. You spotted a bakery at the mall, quickly dragging Freddy to it.

"Does that mean we get to sit down?" He asked you, you rolled your eyes at him, he placed the bags on a table, ordering you two some desserts. He then came back, and sat down in front of you. He held onto your hand, looking up at you. "I love you."

"I love you too." You answered, the waitress soon passes by to give you the desserts Freddy ordered. A brownie, with cookies and your favorite flavored cake. "I'm in love with you."

Freddy laughed, the waitress came back, with two chocolate milkshakes. Your smile widened, causing Freddy to smile more.

This will by far be one if your favorite dates.

[lazy-anxietyinfectedzombie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), Shazam! (Movies - Sandberg) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Batson & Mary Batson | Mary Bromfield Characters: Billy Batson, Mary Batson | Mary Bromfield, Freddy Freeman (DCU), Eugene Choi (DCU), Pedro Peña, Darla Dudley, Rosa Vasquez (DCU), Victor Vasquez Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sibling Love, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Family, Family Bonding, Brother-Sister Relationships, Some Humor, Billy Batson Needs a Hug, Billy Batson-centric, Families of Choice, Sibling Bonding, Past Child Abuse, Trust Issues, Healing, Not Beta Read, Board Games, Family Fluff, Baking, Food Fight, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, References to Depression, Past Child Abandonment, Darla Dudley is a Good Sister, Mary Bromfield is a Good Sister Summary:

Billy comes to terms with the fact that his mother left him.

Luckily for him he has a new family that is willing to be there for him, whether he likes it or not

[teehhhhhhhhhhh]

WIP GAME

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

the wonderful @wildglitch has tagged me, so i must deliver! @chaoticallyfluffy also tagged me but wild got to it first LMFAOOO so my word is dance! (i barely got any wips but we'll see)

D: Darla then came bursting into the room, holding two crutches, running to the group. She had a gleeful grin, looking proud of herself. "I found them! It was in the doors room. I had to wrestle one of those octopus monsters for it!” Darla passed the crutches over to Eugene, who set them up under Pedro until they were stable before letting go of him. (Technically not a WIP but still a WIP is this already posted chapter of SUFC)

A: Anyways, which extraterritorial leader decided Tuesday was a good day to schedule a whole ass alien invasion? Especially at 10 in the morning? Not to mention that they specifically aimed for Fawcett City, like just why? The city was strange enough, dealing with all kinds of magical beings and time bubbles, and now add aliens to the list! Billy already had enough on his plate, thank you very much! (Untitled Shazamily WIP)

N: “Nope, everything’s always slow in the fall. Y’know how it is. Crime’s low, food’s low, and usual jobs are taken by the time I get there.” Billy sighed again for a second time, before slipping on his worn-out red sneakers. In the fall, he was lucky to even get a leaf raking gig, but even that was a long shot. (Untitled Champion of Magic centered fic)

C: Captain Marvel descended down to the scene, meeting face to face with Black Adam. His cape shone and sparkled in the sunlight, billowing in the wind— almost in a divine way. Marvel’s gaze met Black Adam’s, tensing up the atmosphere. The pressure grew as silence greeted the two. They both studied each other, calculating when the other would strike. Black Adam smirked, before he gave the first blow. Luckily, good ol’ Herc warned Billy in time before he got his head blown inwards. (Same untitled wip as the one for N)

E: -existing.” “But, dude, you literally one-shot them everytime one somehow ends up at the rock. Plus, when you are at those league meetings, we always clean them up for you!” Freddy pointed out, with an accusatory tone. “I know! But it’s still annoying as hell! Like I’m literally just walking around, and suddenly there’s a demon after my head.” Billy groaned, leaning on the armrest of the throne. (SUFC deleted scenes)

uhmmm idk who to tag lol the people that i usually tag already done it and tagged me first LMFAO

@jasontoddsguns youre it 😈 (idek if you write fanfic HELPP)

to whoever sees this and wants to do this, your word is TWISTED

[kenandeliza]

WIPs ask: “That One Time 20th Century Kid visits Metropolis”

so this is still a wip as im still learning more about superman's lore

Tldr: In 1940s, The Sivana Family created the suspendium early, a devuce that could stop time at a certain distance, the entire Marvel family, Fawcett City and the sivana family are stuck in suspendium for over 70 years

The prologue would Kid Eternity Guarding Fawcett City to prevent people from entering it (people will froze in time once they entered and Kit is immune to the time stop due to being a ghost), this eventually made Fawcett City infamous for being a town where nobody could enter because of the "Hallucinations" of Fictional characters/ Historical coming to life to scare the people away.

In the next few chapters, The Marvel Family eventually broke out of the suspendium but they realized that they have missed 70 years of history. In order to catch up, Billy calls in an old acquaintance from his day, that old acquaintance is now a grandfather who lives in Metropolis.

Billy would then go to Metropolis

After that point, im still working on how Captain Marvel meets Superman

(Especially if this version of Captain Marvel has tales that Superman most likely has heard of, being the world's mightiest mortal decades ago)

And I'm still working on how Fawcett City would be perceived by the rest of the world (given the whole Haunting fiasco by Kid Eternity in the past few decades)

[shzmluvrs]

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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[davensblog]

some of my fave billy screencaps i took (+ my all time fave one of freddy for the soul)

(feel free to use these for whatever u like, no credit needed cuz i don’t own the movie lmfao)

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiya!!

If you're still taking requests i was wondering if you could just do some cuddling headcannons/blurbs for freddy freeman?

If not thats not problem but thankyou!

-beautiful anon

I’m also adding on another request cuz I felt like they’d work well hand in hand. So here’s two for the price of one. 🦦

Freddy is defiantly a little spoon on the days where felt more in need of being within your arms because they made him feel safe, protected but above all; loved.

You hold him together when all he mind felt like fracturing or when he wanted to embrace being vulnerable before you because he trusted you an unhealthy amount and you have yet to give him a reason not to.

Freddy would sometimes tuck himself into your side, his head resting in the crook of neck and his arms are clinging to your waist.

But he’s also prone to using your stomach as a pillow, the best pillow ever, as he would claim, whilst his arms cage your legs together.

His other go to cuddle positions would included;

Sweethearts cradle

Loosely tethered

Honeymoon hug

And Spoon (obviously)

All of these positions can be interchangeable depending on who is the more need of affection then the other that day.

There’s days where’d he spoon you, more so when you had shitty days and would come up to him and say, ‘can you hold me until I feel better?’ His heart broke but would hold you firmly against his chest, reassuring you that he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere. He likes being your protector, there’s no doubt about that.

Yet there are times where Freddy wants to be comforted. Whether it be from a bad dream, things going wrong throughout his day or his superhero antics took a turn for the worst. He’d lay on the bed and grasp your hands, caging them over his waist as you rested your head against his shoulder; whispering sweet nothings into his ear and stroking the sides of his waist comfortingly until he fell asleep.

He can be a little shit when he’s little spoon.

He doesn’t let you out of bed, no matter what your reasoning is, Freddy refused to let you go because he likes the feeling your warmth against him.

He would even go as far as to manoeuvre his way on top of you to make sure you stay.

‘Freddy I gotta piss.’ - you

‘Hold it, I ain’t done soaking in your love.’ - Freddy.

‘Freddy I’m serious.’ - you

‘So am I!’ - Freddy.

[chaoticallyfluffy]

"stop calling me dad!" seems interesting.... whats it about?

When Billy shares his powers with his sibling he keeps half of his power and splits the other half five ways between the others. This includes his age transforming ability, so they each only get about 4-5 years older. They’re all slightly enhanced but get their own blessings from one god in the SHAZAM acronym and They’re about a fifth as powerful as Marvel but they become stronger when they learn to use their specialties, then they’re about equals.

When they finally get a hang of their powers, they start doing heroic things publicly, starting with freddy. The league sees a child with marvels costume in blue and are like… Mini Marvel?? Is that his child??? The rumour is basically confirmed when yet another child appears who looks almost exactly like Marvel but younger and female who call Freddy “Marvel junior” (Freddy is a few months older than Marvel but they came up with that name before they came up with leitennent and it stuck) and they tease eachother like siblings so clearly they’re both Marvels kids! What the hell!

The kids hear about it before Marvel is able to deny the rumours so they latch onto it and refuse to let go. They call Captain Marvel their father at every possible opportunity, insisting that he raised every single one of them and calling him dad whenever possible just to see Billys horror.

“It’s a good cover!” The kids insist, but Billy knows from the evil glint in their eyes that it’s all a scheme to make him lose his mind in front of the league and he refuses to let them win. It’s really hard to keep up with all the lies, especially when he hates lying. it’s incredibly hard to half truth his way out of this. Billy is going to get gray hairs at twelve years old at this rate!

More and more children start appearing, each more insistent about their fathers fatherhood than the last, and the Justice League is baffled.

The whole fic is the children coming up with crazy lies about their wild childhoods and Marvels absurd parenting style while trying to cause as much chaos and confusion as humanly (and inhumanly) possible while Marvel has a mental breakdown in the corner.

[ledesaid]

►Distinguish Purple ►🟣

Attention shoppers, you will be entering in groups of five people, do not push, do not hoard too many units of one product.

A woman dressed as Mrs. Claus spoke through a small megaphone as she walked along the line where a group of four teenagers trembled in the Christmas winds.

You know more than one of them. And they know the person responsible for making them stand in line on a Sunday morning.

With rosy cheeks and a congested nose, Billy Batson trembled like the rest of his siblings.

"It's almost time," one of them whispers.

"Mary, I think I need another juice," the voice of a blond boy made the eldest of the group look up.

"Only two left, Freddy, you'd better share the other half..."

"Alright... Who wants half of my cold? It will just taste a bit salty... Did anyone say 'me'?"

Mary reluctantly handed over the small juice pack while the rest groaned in disgust.

"That's playing dirty and disgusting, Freddy," his sister responded.

"Come on, Mary, it's almost time and..." Freddy opened the pack and took a couple of sips, "...it's not my fault if you're afraid of little colds."

Freddy yelled when Pedro and Billy gave him a couple of elbows to the ribs.

"I call foul, that's not fair, you can't attack a vulnerable, poor kid on crutches..."

The alarm on Mrs. Claus's megaphone made everyone stick their heads out of the line.

"We're starting, don't push!" Mrs. Claus raised a flag and pointed to the first group that would enter the place.

Freddy watched carefully. In front of them were two large men who didn't allow him to see how many people there were... But when one of them entered with the first group, he counted the spots.

"... Five. Oh, guys! Only two of us will be able to enter!"

"Are you sure?" Mary also peeked to count, and it was true.

"Mary, you go first, you know what toy Darla wants. Also what Victor and Rosa might like."

Mary knew Billy was right, and she also knew Darla's toy was in high demand and the people in front of them possibly too. That's why they were in a small toy store three miles from Philadelphia.

"I'll go, guys, I have a perfect strategy, I promise even Batman would be impressed."

Mary, Pedro, and Billy shared a skeptical look. They didn't doubt Freddy, but anxious shoppers could be dangerous if they weren't careful.

"Freddy, we'll have problems if you come back injured when we were supposed to be at the library."

"Trust me, guys. I just need that, no matter the commotion, one can run quickly to the cashier and pay for everything."

"Sounds like a plan," Pedro crossed his arms in disgust.

Freddy stepped in front of Billy and took Mary by the hand when the clerk approached with the flag announcing the next group. And as soon as the person in front of him moved, they hurried, leaving behind their other siblings.

"Everything would be easier if you just wanted a virtual game like Eugene..."

"I agree, Billy."

"What will Freddy do? He seemed very convinced..."

The next group, which Billy would enter, took longer than expected. The minutes of discomfort vanished when they saw an ambulance arrive.

"Pedro... you don't think Freddy...?"

"I'll bet you two dollars that he did."

"Make it one..." Mrs. Claus left the store and spoke with two paramedics. "...I still owe Mary one..."

In a few quick movements, Mary came out with a shopping bag, and hidden between her and one of the men who had entered earlier, Freddy walked along the wall like a crab... A crab with a crutch.

"Done. Didn't I tell you?" Freddy looked back carefully, "And we'd better get out of here, now!"

One of the paramedics turned to see them, and Billy took Freddy's arm over his shoulder. The siblings quickly managed to run away as fast as possible.

"Freddy, today you brought only one crutch, correct?" Billy asked.

"No worries, I'll make another one with magic!"

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

All of those fics sound super good. Especially #3

Ah, superbat. More I shall give!

Freddy leaned on his good leg and smacked his computer shut with his crutch in haste, definitely adding another crack to the screen in the process, and hopped the short distance to a red faced Billy. “Well you didn’t need to read it!”

“I will never un-read it, Freddy!” He frantically wiped and rubbed at his eyes, “God, it's singed into my retinas!”

“Okay now you're just being dramatic,” He scoffed. “I asked you to look over my paper since your such a poindexter for English stuff—” “Hey!” “I didn’t ask you to read my fic dude!”

“Well it was right there when I opened it up, I never even clicked on it!” Freddy pointed a figure to refute him but did a mental backpedal to realize, oh yeah, I definitely added some sentences to the fic after I worked on my paper.

Well crud.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞😭

I couldn't imagine having allergies at all, let alone year round (I don't get allergies haha flex).

but I am sick asf right now so I can somewhat relate in the moment :'). due to that fact, y'all might get a couple more sick-fics, idk🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

《 ♡ �� imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

out of all of the places you could've been born - krypton, themyscira, even in a lab would do - you were born right here on earth in a regular ol' hospital, in a regular ol' town, to live a regular ol' life. amongst the flowers and the pollen, the cold and humidity, the wind and rain.

and out of all of the things to be born with - superpowers, enhanced abilities, preferably a higher immune system - you were born with the most sensitive nose and lungs ever.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!strong allergies!reader x freddy freeman - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods - starts at the beginning of the year, ends at the end of the year

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of (and reader having) allergies/illness - freddy being the sweetest of sweethearts to ever be sweet - like srsly, this is all just tooth-rotting fluff - there's some references here and there, I think?? I don't rmbr😃

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

You laid in bed with your eyes glued to the ceiling, moping to yourself internally while the sound of your periodic sniffles further continued to fuel the harbored rage you held towards your teachers.

"Have a good spring break!"

"...And once that's done, enjoy the rest of your break!"

"Have fun on your two weeks off!"

"...Spring break!"

Spring, spring, spring...

How in the hell were you supposed to be enjoying the constant itch in your throat and stuffed up nose and, god, the sneezing...? You were growing sick of it (literally and emotionally), and to make matters worse, you'd been like this the entire first week of your two week "break."

You might as well have been sick.

"Ohh-!" Your mother jokingly scoffed, entering your room (without a knock, as most tended to do) with a curiosity about her that went subsided at the sight of you.

"Don't look so depressed. It's a nice day out, at least do something constructive."

"Of course you'd say that." You sneered, and suddenly realized that rage was being directed in the wrong place. Your teachers were just doing their job, being kind and offering their wishes of a good spring break. It wasn't their fault. You looked towards your mom, one half of the problem...

"You and dad got all of the good genes, and I got..."

You gestured to yourself, no further explanation needed other than a quiet, "...this." to finish off your sentence.

With your mom shooting you another knowing look, chin angled downwards and eyebrows raised, you flopped back onto your bed and sunk into the feeling of your allergies rendering you physically weak. It was the sudden raking sound of your blinds being pulled back and the gush of sunlight entering your room that had you then pulling the covers over yourself, unwilling to face the light.

"Close them...!" You practically whined. "My head still hurts, and I-... I..."

A sneeze interrupted your protests, the blankets rising and falling with the large puffs of air exiting with each sneeze.

"Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you."

You prepared yourself for one more with the following of your mother excusing each one individually, but it had died down in your chest, a pitiful groan taking its place instead as you adjusted and wiggled around under your blanket.

"If you don't get up, you're not gonna get any better." You heard the woman advise. "Besides, you need to eat something before you take this medicine."

Your curiosity peaked at the mention of such, slowly lowering your blankets just enough to reveal your disheveled hair and teary eyes. Sure enough, your mother had a real reason for barging into your room, a bottle of allergy relief spotted in her hand as she waltzed closer to the edge of your bed.

You sat up, mood slightly increasing at just the thought of feeling better. But, upon reaching for it, your mother pulled it away and repeated herself.

"You need to eat something before you take it."

"Ughhh, mom...!" You groaned in exasperation. "Let me take it now, and I'll eat right after, please."

She merely shook her head, taunting you without trying before she was right back to standing and waltzing out of the door.

"You can find me in the kitchen...!" She hummed over her shoulder and purposely left your door open after her exit. Instead of doing so, you were right back in between your blankets and pillows, dreading the feeling of doing any further mental or physical tasks.

The buzzing of your phone was what brought you out of your misery, head slowly lolling over towards your dresser until you could make out the contact name on your screen.

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| freddy spaghetti😻 |

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Suddenly, even if for just a moment, you forgot any and all that dampened your mood. Hell, you'd even argue that your nose unclogged for a second, your first smile of the day creeping onto your face at your boyfriend's unexpected call.

"Heyyy-hi...!" He greeted enthusiastically, elongating his words with his face all up in the camera that left you giggling carefully so as not to bring pain to your chest. "How's my super-babe feelin'?"

"Not so super..." You admitted with a shrug, smile faltering and unsure as to if you were blushing or just suffering from a fever. Either way, your cheeks and forehead suddenly ran hot, and it left Freddy to pout on your behalf.

"Allergies?" He guessed, and was answered by your - !... !... !... !... !... - five whole sneezes in a row.

"Allergies." He concluded before shifting his postion from a relaxed lean against his arm to holding the phone high above him with both hands, curls sprawled against his pillow, and an all-too-handsome grin to go with.

"Well, at least you're still a babe." He sighed out his flirt with such a casualness that left you grinning all over again, a wink thrown your way leaving you certain that if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now.

"Yeah, right..." You scoffed in order to badly cover up how smitten you already were. Hardly a minute into the call, and he had you feeling the best you'd felt all morning, regardless of an itchy throat and mild headache.

"I look like Rudolph the fucking reindeer with my nose this red."

"I think it's cute-! Very festive!" Freddy rushed. You gave him a deadpan look.

"It's the middle of March."

"And?"

At first, you thought he was serving you unprompted attitude, facial expression just as dry as yours had been seconds ago, tone just the same. But then you realized it was just because he was focused. Focusing on his phone screen. Focused right on the-

*flash* *flash* *flash* *flash*

"No-! Stop taking screenshots...!!" You nearly screeched, ducking out of frame while Freddy gave a smug laugh. An audible, "hehehehehehe" that could've been mistaken for a troll or gremlin of some kind letting you know you were too late.

"You look cute, though...!" He pretended to whine, shaking his phone as though it'd bring your face back on camera.

When it did return, it was at the distant voice of your mother from the kitchen, side profile now in view as your eyes stared towards your bedroom door, big and round at the call.

"(Y/N), come eat and take your meds, now...!!"

"But, mom...!!" You called back, fighting the tickle in your throat that urged you to cough. "It's Freddy, I'm talking to Freddy...!!"

But alas, she had no care for your reasoning, simply giving a dramatic huff of exasperation before calling back, "Well, tell him you love him, get off the phone, and come eat...!!"

Finally, you let that cough go, which inevitably proved the woman's point before you faced your boyfriend one last time with a pout of your own that was very much real.

"No, don't do that, stop it." He cooed, solemnly chuckling at your expression before swiftly-

*flash*

"Stop...!!"

"You first!" He countered. "Both looking so cute and pouting."

And to pull a final smile from you, he did the honor of "kissing" it away, bringing his puckered lips to the camera and making kissy noises that earned him more than a grin. Giggles escaped, and you even entertained Freddy by doing it back, only stopping when an abrupt groan came from his end. More laughter ensued, from the both of you, Billy in the background grumbling something about "we share a room, y'know...!" and "...so sappy when we have a world to save..." etcetc.

"(Y/N)...!!"

"Okay...!!" Was your rushed response for your mother before turning back to Freddy and practically whispering, "Bye, Freds, I love you, and I miss you."

"Ahh, don't worry. Just turn on the news and you'll see me."

It wasn't long before you had sluggishly brought yourself from the comfort of your bed and the dopamine of your FaceTime call with Freddy, trudging towards your dining table so you could weakly shove down a meal and finally get that allergy relief your mother held hostage.

"Okay, do these "superheroes" actually save people, or are they here to just cause a scene?"

You looked towards the TV at your father's words, your eyes lighting up as the reporter signaled for her camera to aim at the sky.

"...And we're not fully sure of the intention behind this message, nor if it's specific, but in good nature, I'd like to assume the Philadelphia Fiascos are bidding you all an easy-going, allergy free Spring...!"

The words, created from the sheer speed of Freddy's flying in his superhero form, read 'Get Well Soon <3' while he gave a two finger salute to the camera and anchor woman.

To you.

And you knew that as you did a terrible job of hiding your flattered expression from your family.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

Your eyes remain glued the the blue of the sky, not a cloud in sight yet sill anticipating the appearance of something. But alas, you knew you'd have to wait for later tonight to see anything worth marveling at, fireworks due to go off once the nighttime had set in.

So, instead, you spent the late afternoon of July 4th sitting in the grass, itching away at your legs and waiting for Victor to finish grilling. Hotdogs, steaks, burgers, chicken, you name it! Very American, not that you'd be caught dead celebrating the actual holiday. Today was just a day to get together with loved ones, eat, drink, and light up explosives that were otherwise illegal.

Who cares about-...

What does the fourth celebrate again?

You couldn't remember, still preoccupied with leaning forward in order to scratch at the irritating skin that had been bothering you since you left the house. And nevermind the pollen, allergy relief only able to do so much before you found yourself drawing in shallow breaths to let out a harsh, loud-

"ha-CHOO...!!"

. . .

"Aww-! Noo...!" You whined, the force of your sneeze catapulting your ice cream off of the cone still gripped in your palm. You watched the frozen treat splat into the green of the grass, the color of your flavor a stark contrast as you stared in disbelief.

"Oh-ho-ho, noo..." Freddy cooed at the sore sight, a chuckled lightly mixed in before he went on. "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk..."

Truth be told, you genuinely considered crying, not wanting to hear the less-than-comforting words of your boyfriend beside you, who still had his ice cream perfectly intact.

"I can't even enjoy a barbecue because my body's immune system is trash." You commented.

"Don't say that." Freddy soothed, for real this time, though, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back. "You did good for a while, there. First sneeze all day!"

"Yeah, but I've been itching like crazy! And my eyes keep tearing up. I think it's the grass..."

Freddy nodded in agreement, looking around to see that his family did happen to pick a spot right in the middle of the park field. Granted, the place was growing more populated by the group/family due to tonight's fireworks show hosting, but he'd much rather put your comfort over a summer tradition.

With that in mind, he stood, his crutch in hand as you followed in action, rubbing your eyes in a bad attempt to sooth the irritation until your hand was gently pried away and filled with another cone.

"Here, you take this..." Freddy spoke after handing you his own ice cream for you to eat after the devastating loss of yours.

"Wait, no, you don't have to-"

"-...and I'll go find a spot at a table, for now."

"Freddy..." You tried to interject again, but he wasn't having it. His mind already set and on a mission to achieve maximum allergy relief for his girl.

"Just until the fireworks start, y'know? Plus, I doubt you want bugs all over you when the food's ready."

"I-...That's true."

Though his actions and thoughts were simple, just a mere reaction to your discomfort, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at Freddy's attentiveness. You hadn't gotten used to the way he was always so patient with you, especially about what you were sensitive to, which felt like almost everything a lot of the time. You figured if it was a drag on you, it certainly bothered everyone else around. Hell, growing up, you were the infamous "sick kid" always home with a rumored flu or cold.

And when you were in, you weren't exactly... popular, per se. No one wanted to catch whatever it was you had, when in reality, you didn't have anything at all! Nothing contagious, anyway. Just... really bad, year-round allergies.

You thought it a wonder Freddy was able to ignore such a thing. Not even ignore it, but accommodate for it, which is more than what anyone has ever done for you besides your parents.

. . .

"Thank you." You said, eventually, after a long afternoon of laughing and talking, eating and dancing, family activies, and all of the sneezes, coughs, and lathering of itch cream in between.

Night was here now, and while yes, you two had returned to the grass along with his family in anticipation for the fireworks, your eyes no longer remained fixated on the sky. They stayed on Freddy, admiring all of his features as best you could in the dark and elaborating further when he turned to you in confusion.

"Thank you for not getting sick of me."

"Wh-?! How could I? You don't even have to thank me for that, I- What?" He stammered over his swift words, which was pretty much a norm for him as you chuckled slightly before going on.

"I just mean, like... Sometimes, I'm sick of being sick. And I know I'm not sick. It's just allergies. But no one else really knows that unless I tell them, and even then, I feel like it gets... annoying, almost? For me, yeah, and for other people because I am, essentially, always sick. I can't just... enjoy stuff because I'm always worried about what's gonna make me sneeze the most or what's gonna make my eyes flare up."

There was a pause.

"I know it's really not that deep, but I'm just glad you take the time to understand, you know? And that you're not annoyed by me."

Another pause. Freddy spoke.

"It kinda is that deep, though."

"...What?"

Freddy adjusted himself so that he was fully turned towards you, offering up his full attention in hopes he would gain yours in return.

"I don't want you to feel like you're just your allergies, okay? Like, yeah, you sneeze a lot, but you have the cutest sneezes, so it's not like anyone could possibly be annoyed unless they're morons."

"Freddy..." You cautioned with a knowing smirk, and he gave a gentle, pushing hand of defense.

"Kidding-! Ish. But seriously, I love you for you, (Y/N). For all of the things you like, for the things you do, the things you think and believe. I mean, hello, you literally-!" He came in close, whispering as if he wasn't talking amongst a chattering and unaware crowd.

"...you literally accepted me when I told you about the sha-ha-zam thing."

You giggled at the memory, nodding at his words as you spoke.

"Why wouldn't I? It doesn't make you any less Freddy. You're still my boyfriend, and I love you. Wanna make you comfortable and happy, you know?"

"Exactly!" Freddy agreed. "So you do get it. That's exactly how I feel about you, I mean- What, you think a little pollen-induced snot is gonna keep me from kissing you?"

"Okay, okay, I get it...!"

"Puh-lease, woman." He finished as though he hadn't heard your protest, only dropping the serious act when he saw yours break into an expression of glee.

As you shared the rest of your laughs together, unable to pull away from each other's gazes, the light of the first firework shooting off into the sky lit up your faces. It brought on a romantic swell, a final factor into sharing a sweet kiss as it exploded in the air, the golden colors fading away along with the thought of anything possibly irritating you further this summer evening.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 :

The humidity caused a stuffy feeling all over, a cold sweat thinly lining your person. You ignored it, for now, playing with the edge of the rug you sat atop mindlessly with your gaze fixated on the screen displaying first-person views of blood splattering and gunfire.

"Freds, you said after this last round it'd be my turn."

Billy gave an audible, "Tch." at your huff, smirking down at you from his spot on the sofa-chair while he waited for the loading screen to pass.

"Never seen someone so eager to lose before."

"Shut up...!" you exclaimed, whipping your head around to face him. "That's why you can't even beat Freddy on easy mode."

"The scores say otherwise."

It was now your turn it scoff at his bold claim, snickering while you spoke on semi-behalf of your boyfriend.

"Can't do math either, apparently, 'cause Freddy beat you this round, which means he's won more times than you."

"I'm hyping myself up for the next round, (Y/N). Ever heard of self-encouragement?"

Speak of the handsome devil, he was quick to butt in with his own opinion on the matter, coffee brown eyes still glued to the screen while strengthening his character with extra ammo and inventory.

"I find this argument to be both funny and pointless, seeing as my skills are better than both of yours combined."

"Says who?" Billy laughed in disbelief, his attention now fully towards his brother sprawled across the large, blue beanbag next to him.

"Says me! I'm the one with training from the ultimate game master of this family."

Giggling to yourself, you looked back at him with a start of hilarity he caught in your own (E/C) eyes, already preparing himself for whatever it was you were about to dish.

"Oh, you mean you mean the literal twelve year old?"

Alright, there was no combating that. It was the truth, Eugene proving himself the best video game teacher any one of you had ever met. Which, in your guy's case, was sort of pathetic for a group of teenagers.

But still...

"Okay- Babe, who's side are you on?"

"Mine!" You answered without second thought. "I want a turn, you promised."

"Okay, sure." Freddy shrugged, leaning over to hand you the controller. It barely grazed the pads of your fingers before it was snatched back, the sound coming from the TV an indicator of a new game beginning.

"After this round." Freddy swiftly added, leaving you to toss your head back with a frustrated whine.

"Dude...!"

But before you could scold him on keeping his word, the sound of the front door creaking open caused all of your heads to shift to the right. But alas, there was no need to see who would enter first, the noise enough for all of you to tell it was the two youngest who had arrived, along with Pedro from the walk to the nearby gas station.

"We've brought sustenance...!!"

The video game master himself eventually made his way into the living room, greeting you all with arms full of snacks and drinks to choose from.

"Thanks." Both boys murmured in unison, hardly sparing Eugene a glance with their focus solidly glued to the game. It caused you to roll your eyes and stand, ignoring the rude behavior of both of them as you gently took the food from his grasp and actually made eye contact.

"Thank you, this is sweet."

"It's no problem, but, uh..."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifted behind his glasses towards where the front door was, assuming it was still open as Pedro walked in. He also bore an anxious expression, and it mildly concerned you as you looked back towards Eugene in question.

"It's not a...huge deal or anything, but... aren't you allergic to cats?"

"...Yes?"

And before you could question the random and sudden interest in your bodily weaknesses, a shout grabbed all of your attention.

"Wait, stop, come back...!!"

Little balls of fur came barreling through the house unexpectedly in all directions, their mewls tiny like them, yet so loud as Darla came running in after them

"I can't catch you all...!" She gasped, and followed three that had gone running towards the kitchen.

"You can't just bring home every animal you find while we're out." Eugene chided, following after as Pedro managed to capture two more into his hands before they could get far.

"We couldn't just leave them in a box in the cold."

Eugene shrugged, a lot of truth in Pedro's defense that made it hard to argue against.

"Yeah, but...still..."

Before any of you could fully question the matter, you nearly jumped at another pair of kittens that came running towards you, attempting to walk backwards before they could come any closer until you found yourself tripping over Billy's ankle.

"Oh shi-"

And down you went, falling over his lap and over to Freddy, landing nearly on top of the boy who began to let out unintelligible shouts about his controller and the game and-

"I guess it's a tie, then." Billy commented, not too bummed with the circumstances, seeing as he was losing before he was pleasantly surprised with a bright, orange kitten making itself comfortable in his lap.

"No, no...! Nuh-uh, that doesn't count! Girlfriend interference!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose." You murmured, doing the same as that orange kitten and making yourself comfortable in Freddy's hold. "I was caught off guard, I didn't expect-"

"-They were just kittens." Freddy huffed before you could even finish giving any excuses or apologies for your interruption.

"I'm allergic, you know that!"

"They're this big...!"

He made a gesture with his hands, replicating the size of the kittens to which you completely ignored in favor of dramatics.

"I was attacked!"

A pause loomed over the two of you, staring at each other blankly until a wave of giggles broke the silence, and he was lightly pressing kisses to your temple.

More mewls caught your attention, a small void approaching the two of you and standing on its hind-legs in an attempt to climb up the beanbag.

"Oh my god, it's literally the same size as the controller."

At Freddy's coos, you had to admit that the kitten was very adorable, so itty-bitty while being enclosed in the palms of your boyfriend's hands. Without any thought, your hands outstretched to hold it, it's head whipping towards you in curiosity with its small pink nose and big round eyes, white, wispy whiskers and-

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

A final sneeze never came, the feeling dying in your nose, chest, and throat that served as a reminder that there would be no kitten petting or holding for you. Not with such intense allergies. Not if the foster family were all going to creepliy chorus, "Bless you" at you every single time you sneezed.

"Freddy, I can't stay here, there's too many cats."

Your voice strained as you talked, hands rubbing at your itchy eyes while the hot flash started to increase tenfold.

"But look, he likes you." Freddy cooed further, holding the black cat up to your face as if he were attempting to hypnotize you with the blue of its eyes. And maybe, if your nose hadn't immediately gone stuffy, you'd fall for it.

"She's a girl." Darla corrected, entering the living room with her arms dawning the three kittens that had dashed away from her in the first place.

"But look, she likes you." Freddy repeated as though he hasn't mistaken the gender at all.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't."

Again, your comment was ignored, the boy moving the kitten as close to your face as possible until you were touching noses ever so gently.

"Boop."

"Ha-! Choo!!"

The cat was gone, her entire body squirming oddly until Freddy let go and she landed on all fours, scurrying away from the loud and frightening creature (you) and its thunderous roar (your sneeze).

"Sorry...!" You called after it pointlessly, sighing to yourself in melancholy while Freddy did his best to pick away each and every last strand of cat hair from both of your persons.

"At least you're not deathly allergic." He hummed as he worked, sensing the wave of sadness thay coursed through your body along with your sickly feeling and trying his best to uplift your spirits.

"Nope." You agreed. "Just a stuffed up nose, sneezing and itching, clamminess, watery eyes-"

"Alright, alright, you got me." Freddy smiled in defense. "So you'll never be able to own a cat one day. Big whoop! You know I'd never let you become a cat-lady anyway. That, like, puts you en route to becoming the next Catwoman, and we can't have that."

At this, your head turned, and you were greeted with the sight of each sibling coddling over one or two kittens, Mary having joined the scene upon hearing the commotion from upstairs. Even Billy was indulging, nobody knowing he even had it in him to be babying something. And yet...

"You're just the cutest little creamsicle, aren't you? With your little toe beans..."

'It should've been me pressing those little toe beans...' You thought to yourself, only speaking back up when another sad sigh left your chest and you were back to facing Freddy, playing with his hands loosely as if they were a better substitute.

"It'd be nice to raise one. Just one, without needing to hack up a lung four seconds later."

And of course, your boyfriend was quick to sympathize with you, poking out his own lip as though he were the one suffering and pouting due to uncontrollable allergies. He hated seeing such a dejected look on your face, unable to enjoy something as simple as playing with a bunch of kittens, and with no real way to solve the issue he felt forced to offer up another choice that didn't involve them at all.

"Wanna go outside? We could go to the park, get on the swings and stuff."

"Let me guess," you deadpanned. "You want me to push you so it feels like you're flying?"

"Wha-! No-! I-... No, that is not even the case, you are such- Yes, you little witch, stop reading my mind."

You giggled at his dramatics, taking your time with scooting off of his lap while you dished up theatrics of your own.

"Ah, yes, the park riddled with germ infested kids and play equipment, along with a cool breeze to carry them all into my already weakened body."

"Okay, now you're just being a Negative Nancy." Freddy chided, using his knee to completely bounce you off of him and onto the floor. You'd let this slide, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he stood and grabbed his crutch.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it's better than being trapped in here with... with that."

Pointing out the way Mary was now being cornered by every last kitten in the room, all anyone could do was watch as they all loudly screamed for her attention, jumping up at her and trying to climb up her fleece skirt all because they had caught just the slightest whiff of the food, salmon, she'd brung home from work.

"Oh my god, spare me...!" She laughed nervously. "I can't give you what I've already eaten, please...!"

You shrugged, nodding at the scene which would be one stop short of torture to you.

"Fair enough."

It was a short trip to the front door, yourself the first to try and exit before you both halted in your tracks, a gray and white tabby the only thing blocking you between kitten-induced allergies and freedom. Almost as if on que, it licked its paw clean and you felt a familiar tickle in the back of your nose.

"Darla...!!"

"AH-choo!!"

"...You left one outside!!"

Neither of you were sure if the little girl had actually heard Freddy or not, too focused on the way the kitten began to stumble closer while you took cautious steps back.

"I want peace."

Amusingly monotonous, yet fully serious, the words left you and surprisingly caused it to stop, big, round eyes staring into yours before scuttling past with eager mewls similar to its kin in pursuit of the picked-up scent of salmon (that were still currently jumping Mary).

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

"Are you sure? We can go home if you want."

You shook your head, offering up a shy smile at Freddy's kind suggestion. It hadn't been the first time today, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last, the harsh winter taking a toll on you. Even in the mild warmth and comfort of the public library, the chill of winter still managed to ravage your body, causing you to shuffle further unto your coat and rub up against Freddy's arm whenever you could (which was usually while standing still or sitting).

"I'm okay, just reading along with you."

"You're trembling, (Y/N)."

And with that, he closed the open comic book in his hand, lazily tossing it nowhere near where he found it originally. You stepped back from looking over his shoulder, preparing to follow him towards another section before being taken by surprise when he pulled you into his chest and trapped you in a bear hug.

"Dude, wait-" you tried to warn, but swiftly found it too late when you felt him put the weight of his disabled leg onto you. Now there was officialy no escape. Not from him, or from the prying eyes of the public witnessing the sudden PDA.

"Freddy, stop...!" You whined, the words going muffled against his blue coat. "This is- I'm-..."

"Nobody's even looking." He sassed mildly, and though your slight anxiety told you otherwise, his words proved true as your eyes scanned over what little surroundings you could see. Not a person in sight, though someone could pass by any second...

Before you could point this out, he was rambling to you somewhat quietly, doing his best to heed your playful warning of when you had first agreed to step foot into this library with him.

"Sure, if you can keep your voice down to Darla Is Sleeping levels, we can go in."

"Harhar, you're hilarious."

And yet, despite his sarcasm, he had actually been doing good so far. You'd commend him for it later when you weren't trapped between his biceps.

"You know, what I'm doing right now is - not only super nice because I love you and all - but it's also a part of classic survival techniques. You know, huddling together for warmth so that the human body doesn't catch hypothermia and one freezes to death. Especially when one's immune system is already mildly compromised by allergies. Sound familiar?"

And before you could hit him back with a sarcastic quip or defend yourself with facts of your own, you were sneezing against him and doing your best to apologize between each one.

"Cute." Was his only amused comment.

"No, gross." You corrected, wishing you had been able to cover your mouth.

"Well, yea. But also cute, still."

You scoffed.

"You're telling me you think my allergies are cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute. But, until you're ready to accept that - and the fact that I just wanna help you - I'm not letting go."

He spoke so casually, and as much as it made you want to continue being stubborn and try to pry yourself off of him (or, more accurately, pry him off of you), you couldn't help but be reminded off all the times before where he had taken your allergies into consideration. When he opted to help you, make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Where he'd try and do anything, all sorts of grand gestures, just in the hopes that you'd feel a little better despite the symptoms of your allergies.

All in favor of treating himself, most times. Year-round...

Without further protest upon coming to such a heart-wrenching realization, you gave in, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend willingly and holding him with the need to somehow transfer all of your gratitude to him through feeling. Not really a possible feat, of course, but he knew you very well. So much so that it's almost like he knew of your intentions, swaying side to side as best he could without losing balance and cherishing your embrace.

"Thank you, Freddy."

You had planned to elaborate, like you had one time before, but he cut you off. There was no need.

"Always."

He understood.

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨😗...

long time no see😀...

listen, call it the fanfic writer's curse, call it life, I don't know, but a lot of really fucked shit happened while I was gone and while I am not mentally okay, I'm at a point where the very least I can do is return to my humble roots in hopes of feeling better (or distracting myself): fanfiction😌✋🏽.

nothing ever goes wrong in the land of fandom, especially when you're the one in control of everything (I love being an author😻✨️).

but anyway, yeah, as I try to get my life in order and finally make my way back to this app to do what I love, hopefully some good ol' fashioned sick-fics will up the vibe (also, crazy coinky-dink, I started writing this monthssss ago and during that time, I was sick while writing... well, guess who's currently sick AGAIN as she now finally posts this💀... prolly what I get, though lmao).

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