#human!freddy

All you could do was shake your head in response and take a step back to move out of the way, hoping he wouldn’t look at you any longer in case your face was completely blotched from all the blushing you were doing. “Yeah,” was all you muttered.

The man chuckled and grabbed a section, looking it over as he sipped at his coffee carefully, trying his best not to burn the roof of his mouth. “So uh, I’m Fred. I’ve seen you around, what’s your name?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and boldly looked up at him. “I’m Y/N, a pleasure it is to meet you.” You held out your hand awkwardly for a shake and he took it, instead he placed his lips against your knuckles. 

“A beautiful name for sure,” he praised. “Well, I’ll be seeing you around I hope.”

After that day, you made it a point to try and make it to the coffee shop every day you could, hoping to meet him again despite your lack of courage to actually talk to him. He was on your mind since then, and the thing you noticed about him was his hands; they looked muscular and calloused as if he was skilled in using them, and you couldn’t help but imagine them around you. Nothing called to you more than wanting to be wrapped in his arms, his coat draped over you as you lay there in his arms. 

Your dream was one step closer to reality only a month later. Fred invited you to a drive-in that everyone was talking about, and you had gotten comfortable enough to hold a conversation with him by this point, so you agreed without hesitation. 

After you got all dolled up and left with him, you were settled in the back seat of his cherry-red Bel Air, the top pulled down so you two could enjoy the large screen even more. You ate the popcorn meekly as the trailers rolled, the upcoming movies displayed on the big screen blasted as you tried your best not to look over at Fred who was shrugging out of his coat. You two hadn’t even really held hands at this point, you were testing the waters with your dates, and this being only the second legitimate one, you were incredibly nervous at the intimacy this setting offered. 

Freddy then turned to you with his bag of popcorn in hand, smiling at you as his eyes dragged up and down your body. “You look lovely tonight, Y/N,” he complimented, his voice honeyed as it blessed your ears. That was another thing you loved about him; the fact he could make you drop and do whatever he wanted with just the sound of his voice, it was dangerous. 

“Thank you, Fred, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied sweetly. It was tough to still your hand from shaking so much, but you craved to have his fingers entangled with your own as you would both sit back and enjoy the film, but heaven forbid if you pushed things too quickly, so you decided that you would let him take it at his own pace. 

“You’re shaking,” Freddy pointed out as he watched your hands tremble, “are you cold?” Without thinking about it, he grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders as he asked you to sit forward.

What you didn’t expect was to feel his hand brush against your shoulder and it caused you to shudder, letting out a little mewl from the brief contact. He looked at you and smirked, wondering what that was about, but Fred was good at reading people and how they were feeling, which made him good at what he did. A moment later, Fred reached over and placed his arm around your shoulder as the movie began, his eyes directed onto the screen as he watched you from the corner of his eye, watching how you reacted. 

The few times you had been together, you made sure not to be as awkward as you had been this evening, but he caught you in the middle of being lost in thought and completely distracted. When you had been violently pulled from your thoughts by his touch, your eyes went wide and you had tried to slip out of his grasp, but there was no way you were getting out of this one. 

You melted into his touch, scooting as closely as you could into the crook of his arm, then you rested your head against his shoulder, sighing as you were able to take in his scent, which was incredible. You thought you’d shy away from his touch the moment it would happen, but feeling the warmth of his against your sensitive cool skin was an overwhelming feeling that you couldn’t ignore. He knew his speculation was right after seeing how you reacted to him, which he would keep a mental note of for later. 

Once the movie was over and Fred drove you home, you were parked outside of your place with the convertible top still down, the night air was refreshing and you thanked him for such a lovely time before you opened the door. His hand was on your wrist in an instant, stopping you from leaving, and you tensed in his hold as you whipped your head back to look at him. You wanted to stay, you wanted him to ask you, but the way he looked at you at that moment, you felt that anything could happen at this point. 

“W-what is it, Fred?” you asked nervously, your body still tense.

 “Well Y/N, I was thinkin’,” he began and started to gently rub his thumb across the skin of your wrist, seeing what it did to you, “I was hopin’ actually, that maybe I could come inside? I mean, it’s still early. But if not, I could leave you for the evenin’ and see you tomorrow.”

It was an offer too good not to pass up and you immediately agreed to his request. “Of course, Fred! Please, come on in,” you chirped and stepped around to his side of the car, opening his door for him. You were a little too eager as you reached for his hand, humming happily when he would grip yours in return.

Once you were both inside and he shrugged off his coat, you had quickly offered him something to drink and told him to make himself comfortable, but his mind was elsewhere as he followed you to the kitchen, his eyes watching you as he stood there in silence. He noticed how your steps seemed unsure as you took them, your eyes averted his gaze any chance you could, and you had taken every precaution not to step too close to him. He knew you had something on your mind that you were too polite to mention, but he couldn’t blame you, there was so much on both of your minds, but if you were anything like him, you’d have a tough time opening up to him without assistance. 

Freddy stepped behind you as you leaned against the kitchen counter to take a few deep breaths, his hand gently rested on your shoulder, his fingers wrapped around your arm and squeezed, and he was audibly able to hear your satisfaction from his touch, his expression stern as you spun to meet his gaze, though your eyes were downcast as you refused to meet his gaze. He wouldn’t allow it; his index finger and his thumb were placed under your chin and he pulled your face up to meet his, his smile a mix between mischievous and soft.

The mere touch of his two fingers made you shiver and you weren’t able to bring yourself to move. “I knew there was somethin’ I liked about you, but seein’ you get all soft on me whenever I touch you, it’s kinda nice to see.” His voice was low now, his mouth now close to your ear as his fingers slowly slid from your shoulder and up your neck, causing you to shiver again.

“Fred, please,” you begged quietly, hoping he would ease up. This wasn’t exactly what you’d consider torture, but with the way you were feeling, it was close enough.

“What, am I overstepping?”

You thought for a moment and couldn’t help but shake your head in response. “No, it’s uh, well uh, it’s not that,” you couldn’t process your thoughts well enough to explain further. 

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I continued,” he smirked and leaned in toward your neck, his mouth planting small kisses against it as he listened to just how much it affected you. 

The mere feeling of his skin in contact with yours was just so heavenly and pure bliss, it was almost like you were experiencing a wonderful dream that you never wanted to wake up from. He was careful not to go too far with you, there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross unless you asked him to, but for now he would take his time and take it slow. 

What he didn’t know was that you were so frazzled by just his touch that you were almost having a hard time breathing, but you calmed yourself by just listening to his voice as he softly instructed you to take slow, deep breaths. It was relaxing and it did help you, but you were still internally terrified by the fact that this man wanted to be involved with you. 

“Hey now, it’s fine, Y/N,” he cooed beside your ear as he pulled you into a firm hug, his arms enveloped you like a wave of warm water, the feeling of it wrapping you into a protective bubble that made you audibly sigh.

“Thanks, Fred,” you replied quietly. “Can we just… sit on the sofa and watch a movie? Please?”

He pulled away slightly and smirked sweetly down at you, the adoration in his eyes a bit too obvious. “Yeah, of course.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you along back into the living room, he kicked off his shoes by the front door as you snuck into your room quickly to change into something more comfortable, then you came back to see him sitting there and waiting for you.

He saw your pajamas and he couldn’t help but poorly attempt to conceal the smile he had on his face. “Nice choice of sleepwear, Y/N,” he teased lightly. He didn’t mind them at all, in fact, he enjoyed seeing you wear them. “Come, sit.”