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@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie.

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?”

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?”

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information.

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him!#sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!!#he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not.#when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!!#ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!!#as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences'#it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!!#(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha)#my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep)#cab writes

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jahayla-parker · 11 months

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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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