I keep having thoughts about Freddie as a good boyfriend. How is he with a you, how does he kiss, how does he take care of you? Anything, I want it all.
God okay I feel this so much.
Freddie would be the sweetest shit of a boyfriend. Like he’s a soft good man but at the same time he loves bugging you because he’s an attention hoe.
Him standing behind you in lines, chin propped on your head, arms wrapped around you. Tugging at the tassels on your hat making you grumble and tilt away as you try and order hot chocolate.
He doesn’t hold your hand normally, he curls his fingers around yours loosely so he can spin you whenever he likes. Tug you to his chest and laugh when you stumble letting you feel the vibrations through his chest.
What if he crashed at your parents place because you didn’t want him driving home in the snow. You get up with your Dad in the morning to make coffee.
Sneak down to the couch to slide under Freddies blankets. He grumbles sleepily but pulls you close, eyes sliding open to squint at you.
“Mornin’.” he rumbles softly. His breath blows some of your hair back and you burrow closer snuggling into his chest.
Freddie’s the kind of passenger that just watches you while you drive, smirks when you swat at him. “Stop it! It’s weird, you’re distracting me!”
He’s the kind of driver that holds your hand and pulls it to his mouth to smooch soft kisses while cruising slow in traffic. Smirks and eventually laughs when you poke his nose in retaliation. Bites at your fingers with his lips. Grins when you squeal with laughter.
He won’t sing in the car but he hums, grins wide when you sing. Whether you’re good or not, just loves how free you look belting out the lyrics.
The two of you stop for gas and coffee, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead as the two of you wait. Nuzzles into your hair and just breathes, hums gently into your hair singing along with the Christmas tune over the speakers.
Okay but like. He’s the kind of kisser that surrounds you. Pulls you close and wraps his arms around you to tuck you to his chest.
Hands warm and big at the small of your back, rubs them slowly up and down to keep you from shivering in the cold. Takes you skating at the outdoor rink and is constantly catching you when you stumble.
You swear to god you’ve been skating your entire life but being around him seems to make you off balance.
I just think that he’s the kind of kisser/lover that’s, all consuming. Like you can’t think of anything else when you’re with him. Cause he’s surrounding you so much.
Like he’s on top of you in bed and you can’t see anything but him. He’s so big it’s like having a human blanket.
And what a warm tasty blanket he would be.
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