Seasons of You and Me!

Reads 29,570
Votes 1,571
Parts 81
Time 10h 47m

Reads 29,570
Votes 1,571
Parts 81
Time 10h 47m

anilpin beckfreen becky beckyarmstrong beckyfreen bestfriends childhoodsweethearts freen freenbeck freenbecky freenbeckyau freenky friendsforever friendstolovers rebeccaarmstrong sammon sarocha

Converted Fanfiction! Credit goes to original author!!

Can be read as oneshot but each chapter is related to one another as a flow :) Enjoy!!All Rights Reserved

anilpin beckfreen becky beckyarmstrong beckyfreen bestfriends childhoodsweethearts freen freenbeck freenbecky freenbeckyau freenky friendsforever friendstolovers rebeccaarmstrong sammon sarocha

Table of contents

81 parts

#141bestfriends

Content Guidelines

You may also like

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.

The first time I lost her, it was raining. The second time, thunder cracked the sky. The third time, she was in my bed-but she wasn't mine. I used to believe silence was safety. That if I stayed quiet long enough, still enough, the world would forget I existed. It worked for a while. Until Becky Armstrong walked into my life with scraped knees, a crooked smile, and the kind of laugh that made silence feel like punishment. She was loud. Bright. Reckless. And I loved her-quietly, desperately. I never told her. Not when she kissed my cousin. Not when she kissed me. Not even when she said it meant nothing. So I left. I built a life out of steel and silence. And now she's here again-living in my house, breathing my air, asking for forgiveness I don't know how to give. She says she wants to be used. But I don't think she understands. I don't want to use her. I want to destroy her. And the worst part? I still love her. - Freen Sarocha Chakminha

Rebecca Armstrong, a spirited and childish 22-year-old medical student, is ready to start her hospital rotations at the prestigious Siriraj Hospital in Bangkok. Full of energy and curiosity, Becky dreams of making every day an adventure. Little does she know, her path will soon cross with Dr. Freen Chankimha, a 27-year-old no-nonsense first-year resident in general surgery, known for her cold demeanor and razor-sharp focus. As fate pushes these two opposites together, Siriraj becomes more than just a learning ground-it's a stage for unexpected encounters, humorous misunderstandings, and budding romance. Can Becky's bubbly nature melt Freen's icy walls? Or will the composed doctor teach Becky the art of restraint? Amid the chaos of surgeries and patient rounds, hearts are bound to find their way. A delightful story of love, laughter, sorrow, and growth unfolds where life-saving moments meet heartwarming connections.

A Chance Encounter - Season 2! by CrazedWriter123

This story is a season 2 of 'A Chance Encounter'. It is an adapted fanfiction of Rizzoli and Isles and I do not own the story. First story was converted by Stone 098. Adapting this story to Freenbecky fanfiction as we love them!!! Credit goes to the original author :) Please read Season 1 before reading Season 2!!

What happens when you love someone selflessly even after knowing that the person doesn't love you. This is a story in which Becky's Boyfriend Nop will leave her at the altar because of a job offer to New York. He will leave the marriage and Becky both behind but with a letter which says to wait for him till he comes back. will she wait for him or will she be forced to get married to Freen. The Freen who loves her selflessly, the Freen who is the best friend of her brothers, the Freen who always annoys her, the Freen who have no one in this world. Will Becky be the one for her? What do you think? This story is pure fanfiction written by me. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Might be some ANGST. Enjoy, your author 🌚.

Still Yours - FreenBecky(G!P) (Hiatus) by StanTwicePls

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐡𝐚 She had it all-success, charm, control. But a reckless dare from her friends in a drunken L.A night cost her the only thing that ever truly mattered: Becky. Now in London under the guise of business, Freen watches from the shadows, unable to move on, consumed by guilt and a longing that borders on obsession. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 Becky has rebuilt her life, hiding secrets of her own, including a new relationship and a past she's buried deep. But old wounds have a way of bleeding again. Now one question remains: Will redemption be enough to rewrite mistake of the past? ------------------------------ 'Still Yours" is a sequel of 'Forced Into You'. It can be read as a standalone but if you want a deeper understanding of this, you can read the prequel story.

One Year with you! (BECKYFREEN) by CrazedWriter123

"One year with me... let me love you", Becky passed and continued, "If you do not feel anything after a year, I will move far away from you". Becky and Freen are polar opposites. Freen is sweet, lovely but at the same time do not open her heart to everyone, but Becky is outgoing, and have a big group of friends. Both meet at an unexpected project and from the time Becky saw Freen, she fell for her kindness even though Freen is her boss... I do not own any of the characters.

Bangkok's sleepless skyline flickered in the distance, a kaleidoscope of lights reflecting off rain-slick streets. The storm clouds that had loomed all evening finally broke, sending a gentle drizzle cascading over the city's restless alleys. In one such alley, hidden from prying eyes, the world stood still. A faint rustle broke the silence as gloved hands moved with calculated precision, arranging the final scene. The figure hovered over the lifeless body, every motion deliberate, every detail accounted for. The rain washed away the faint smudges on the ground, but it didn't touch the mark-the distinct X carved with unnerving accuracy into the victim's neck. Lightning illuminated the room for a split second, casting jagged shadows against the walls. A faint smile ghosted across the figure's lips, though there was no satisfaction, no triumph-only quiet resolve. The job was done. The city breathed around them-distant horns blaring, the hum of a passing tuk-tuk, the rhythmic tap of rain against metal roofs. But in this moment, everything else faded. This act wasn't for the victim. It wasn't for the world. It was for someone else entirely. For a moment, the figure lingered, staring at the mark as though waiting for it to speak back. Then, with a swift and practiced movement, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving only questions and a haunting symbol behind. Far across the city, Detective Becky Armstrong stirred in her sleep, unaware that her phone was about to ring. She would be pulled into another sleepless night, another piece of a puzzle she didn't yet understand. And so, the silent game continued-one that neither player could fully comprehend but both were inexorably bound to. Adapted story with Freen and Becky!!

She Came for Him, Stayed for Her! by CrazedWriter123

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

Heart Rate: Unstable! by CrazedWriter123

Prologue Freen didn't expect the offer. Not from Becky. Not like this. She was halfway through folding her laundry when Becky, arms crossed and voice cool as ever, said, "You should move in." Freen blinked. "You mean... like, stay over more often?" Becky's gaze didn't waver. "No. I mean move in. Permanently. Your toothbrush. Your books. Your banana bread. All of it." Freen's heart stuttered. "Are you sure?" Becky stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Freen ever heard. "I'm cold to everyone else. But I want to wake up warm-with you." Later, as they packed boxes labeled Precious Cargo and Freen's Chaos, Becky cleared out her entire closet. Freen tried to protest. Becky kissed her forehead and said, "You don't get half of me. You get everything."

Beneath the Lights!

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.

More details