Characters: Freddie, F!LW Parings: Freddie/F!LW Tags: complete, het Summary: Maxine shows Freddie how much she loves to be with him via sexytimes.
OP here! So I'm auto-filling this (I'm finding myself doing that a lot as of late lol). But please! Don't let that stop anyone else from filling this, I'd love to see other A!A's take on this prompt. Tis only my second attempt at smut so please, be gentle haha...
It had been a month since the G.O.A.T. and all of the Vault's newest employees were settling into their new positions quite well for the most part. Of course there were people who were none too happy with their results. Christine, for example, hated her job down in the maintenance department, and Chip Taylor was less than thrilled about his role as marriage counselor. Sadly, Freddie was apart of the group that loathed his new job. He'd spent days studying and almost a half hour on the test itself and yet he still managed to land Vault fry cook.
“I'll just say this once: hold the mustard, extra pickles. Hahaha...” he mocked Mr. Brotch's biting words. “Prick. Wonder if he realizes that all of his milkshakes are extra creamy?” He knew that spitting in his former teacher's food was rather gross and childish, but considering the fact that all he had to look forward too for the rest of his life was serving up greasy food he decided to take his pleasure where he could find it.
Fuckin' Vault fry cook, he thought with a scowl. He hated everything about the job, but the work environment especially got under his skin. The ugly red and white checkered linoleum, the stench of grease that perpetually hung in the air, the old booths, the metal walls... well those were all over the Vault, but that wasn't the point! The job sucked and he hated it. What type of legacy is this to leave to my kids? If I even have any. I doubt that even Max will stay with me for too much longer, especially with Paul still pining after her. Stupid engineer.
It's true that Maxine was a real “ride or die” type of chick as Butch had put it. She stuck by him during the whole “Freddie the Freak” ordeal when they were kids, she'd been his rock when his VDS would start to get the best of him during their preteen years, and as teens she'd let him call her his girl and have his wicked way with her.
Yeah, she was an awesome girl. And awesome girls like that (particularly ones that were training to be doctors) didn't stay with loser fry cooks like him. Really it was only a matter of time before she realized that he wasn't worth it anymore and (figuratively) rode off into the sunset with Paul... or worst Butch... or even worst still Wally.
Freddie quickly abandoned that disturbing line of thought, not wanting to give his VDS anything to work with. He instead focused all of his attention on shining the glass in his hand. He was so focused that he didn't notice that somebody had entered the room until a familiar voice said: “If you rub that glass any harder you'll put a hole in it.”
Order Up (1/3)
Parings: Freddie/F!LW
Tags: complete, het
Summary: Maxine shows Freddie how much she loves to be with him via sexytimes.
OP here! So I'm auto-filling this (I'm finding myself doing that a lot as of late lol). But please! Don't let that stop anyone else from filling this, I'd love to see other A!A's take on this prompt. Tis only my second attempt at smut so please, be gentle haha...
It had been a month since the G.O.A.T. and all of the Vault's newest employees were settling into their new positions quite well for the most part. Of course there were people who were none too happy with their results. Christine, for example, hated her job down in the maintenance department, and Chip Taylor was less than thrilled about his role as marriage counselor. Sadly, Freddie was apart of the group that loathed his new job. He'd spent days studying and almost a half hour on the test itself and yet he still managed to land Vault fry cook.
“I'll just say this once: hold the mustard, extra pickles. Hahaha...” he mocked Mr. Brotch's biting words. “Prick. Wonder if he realizes that all of his milkshakes are extra creamy?” He knew that spitting in his former teacher's food was rather gross and childish, but considering the fact that all he had to look forward too for the rest of his life was serving up greasy food he decided to take his pleasure where he could find it.
Fuckin' Vault fry cook, he thought with a scowl. He hated everything about the job, but the work environment especially got under his skin. The ugly red and white checkered linoleum, the stench of grease that perpetually hung in the air, the old booths, the metal walls... well those were all over the Vault, but that wasn't the point! The job sucked and he hated it. What type of legacy is this to leave to my kids? If I even have any. I doubt that even Max will stay with me for too much longer, especially with Paul still pining after her. Stupid engineer.
It's true that Maxine was a real “ride or die” type of chick as Butch had put it. She stuck by him during the whole “Freddie the Freak” ordeal when they were kids, she'd been his rock when his VDS would start to get the best of him during their preteen years, and as teens she'd let him call her his girl and have his wicked way with her.
Yeah, she was an awesome girl. And awesome girls like that (particularly ones that were training to be doctors) didn't stay with loser fry cooks like him. Really it was only a matter of time before she realized that he wasn't worth it anymore and (figuratively) rode off into the sunset with Paul... or worst Butch... or even worst still Wally.
Freddie quickly abandoned that disturbing line of thought, not wanting to give his VDS anything to work with. He instead focused all of his attention on shining the glass in his hand. He was so focused that he didn't notice that somebody had entered the room until a familiar voice said: “If you rub that glass any harder you'll put a hole in it.”