"Just a Machine.." - Glamrock Freddy x reader

Bonus Chapter #2

a/n: thanks to @reyskiz for suggesting this chapter!

cw: this is a smut chapter, be aware 🙂‍↕️

i hope it lives up to your expectations cause really the only experience i have with this stuff is reading it, but anyways have a good day/night 😋

—lau <3

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It all looked... wrong.

You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, but something just did not look right to you. It deeply upset you because nothing you tried to fix it with worked either. Your face still appeared pudgy, your waist looked misshapen, and you couldn't bring yourself to look in the mirror for too long or you would cry.

The problem was you had to be ready for the party in 30 minutes, but absolutely NOTHING was working out at the moment.

You were like 5 seconds away from completely crumpling on the floor and giving up.

A knock at the door made you flinch, causing you to spin around and briefly take in your surroundings. It seemed like you were so caught up in your little fit that you hadn't noticed you were running late.

The door opened and Freddy emerged, pausing slightly at the look on your face. He was wondering why you were taking so long, but now that he was able to get a good look at you, he understood immediately what was going on.

"Y/n?," he lilts softly, genuine concern written across his features. He makes his way towards you, but you take a step back.

"Stop," you exasperated, attempting to flee from him, "Don't look at me."

Shame and embarrassment flooded your face, you just couldn't bear the thought of him having to see you like this. Your hair must've been a mess and your makeup probably didn't even match up. Did he think you were ugly now? He had to be thinking you were the most undesirable thing to ever meet his eyes. Why did he come in at this exact moment? And...

Why won't he stop looking at me?

Freddy watched carefully as you tried to back away from him. He didn't understand why you felt the need to cover your face when you were the most beautiful creature in the world, let alone the universe. The way your hair sat perfectly atop your head always continued to mesmerize him, and the utter contrast of your features encapsulates every bit of detail that he loved about you. If only he could just somehow get you to understand that.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Love, look at me," he called out to you, reaching for your hands.

His comforting tone gave you a momentary pause and you allowed yourself to look up with your tear-stained face. He beckoned you to come to him, so you did.

"I love you for you," he starts, wrapping his arms around your frame, "You know that, right?"

He grabs your chin to make you look up at him and you nod. His eyes held such love that it made you want to cry harder.

"Then..."

He paused in his words as he ran a hand down your back, laying it to rest at your hip. He then moved his other hand to the back of your neck. All the while, he never once looked away from your face; the motion gave you goosebumps.

"Let me convince you just how beautiful you are," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

It briefly shocked you how he still wanted to touch you and kiss you even though you felt like you were a mess right now. Did it truly not matter to him at all how you appeared as long as you were just... well you? How could he not find this body disgustingly repulsive?