carter, freddy

FREDDY ATTENDS...

Ah, I see-so you don’t make voodoo dolls of the people on that list, got it. I would never think you would do that-you’re way too nice of a guy. I mean, the pumpkin cookies and croissants at the bakery are fantastic and I had a great pumpkin soup at the cafe but after that, I’m all pumpkin’d out, honestly. I prefer peppermint myself. Did you have plenty of hot chocolate with the snow that got dumped on us? I love the snow but it’s nice to warm up after. 

Jessie offers nothing but an enthusiastic smirk in response, their grin widening at the sight of their mutual excitement. They cannot contain the squeal of joy that also emerges in response, once he concedes to their suggestion, as they practically bounce their way from the kitchen into the living room. Not wanting to waste any precious time, it doesn’t take log for them to indulge in each of the contents in their hands, the potency of the brownies and the beverage impacting them almost immediately. They are equally quick to settle into the pile of blankets and pillows, curling up against Freddy once he takes a seat beside them.

His comment isn’t particularly humorous, but Jessie cannot help but burst into a fight of giggles at his reaction. The more they try to control themselves, or offer some explanation as to what has overcome them, the harder it is to maintain any semblance of composure. It is a lost cause at this point, and they cease any effort to try and do so. As the contents of the bag and their glasses disappear, so do any of their lingering inhibitions. They are quick to take advantage of the moment, settling their head upon his lap before pushing away at the blankets and wrapping their arms around his waist.

It was a nice feeling, not being weighed down by that which would otherwise threaten to consume them. The things that kept them from doing and saying what they so often thought about, but never quite felt the courage to speak aloud or act upon. Perhaps it was the extra dose of liquid courage, or feeling truly at ease. It was entirely possible it was a combination of both, though they had a sneaking suspicion it was mostly on account of being able to spend time alone in Freddy’s company, and to be in such close proximity to him while doing so. Before managing to loose their nerve like they usually did, Jessie turns their gaze upwards. “Freddy, darling? Can I… um, can I ask you something?”

the moment is nice and he feels as though the blankets that are covering them are also surrounding his entire world right now. he is not very much one to let go and live in the moment, ocd and anxiety often taking what’s best of him and causing him to overthink and make the world seem edgy in a bad way. right now though, be it the weed, alcohol, company or all three in a gooey combination, he isn’t sure, but everything feels softer. he feels more at ease, especially as jessie wraps their arms around him and he can lean into the touch of another human for a moment and not feel the impulse to push away. 

right ? at least be upfront . we have to make these cinnamon rolls , i’ve decided !

dear @bellashadld

i am not too familiar with you, sadly, but from what i have seen around town you seem to be involved with a person that is... chaotic if i’m putting it nicely so i am gifting you for this halloween a relaxing spa kit. take a breather, girl. (there’s also chocolate hidden underneath all the spa goodness so hopefully you get your candy fix as well.)

let’s us hang out soon!

Oh no-I wouldn’t want to end up on any lists of yours, except for the pople that you like. Seriously, I do agree. I think people are going crazy with pumpkin flavored things-I’ve seen pumpkin flavored hummus and that’s…not for me. I do love pumpkin spice lattes! The coffee shop in town does an amazing one. What is your favorite winter flavor? I love a good peppermint hot chocolate.

I do, and I can keep my promises. I don’t buy that, sure you can fight if you set your mind to it. Come on, you gotta show me what you’d do in a real fight, and don’t tell me you’d be the one to stand still while they hit the shit out of you. I don’t think I’ve been compared to a lamb in a cookie jar before, but I’m loving this and you a lot right now. Don’t try to fool me, we both know you wouldn’t turn just me down, the milk and cookies are just a plus.

God, that must have been the best turkey sandwich. Okay, I’m doing it. You’ve convinced me. I’m going to do a rewatch of Friends and write down everything they eat, Freddy, just for you.

I believe Joey liked it. I believe Joey would eat food from the garbage can and be happy. For him, food is food. But same - imagine a Friends cookbook where they actually have a meat trifle recipe.

“I am well worth the wait and you know it.” A smirk is quick to highlight their features, moments before they place a kiss on each of his cheeks in response to his gesture. They are slow to pull away from his embrace, and only to reach for the bottle inside their bag and fill each of the glasses with its contents. The night was still quite young, and Jessie knew they would more than likely be crashing with Freddy for the remainder of the evening, but they did not wish to waste precious time. “Now that’s what I like to hear! Glad to hear you’re up for the challenge.” They are practically beaming now, unable to mask their eager anticipation over the evening before them. Despite the regularity of their get-togethers, Jessie never found the prospect of spending an evening with Freddy any less exciting. “Oh! Right! That reminds me. I brought you… well, us, a little something.” Reaching for the messenger tote once more, they pull out a small bag, filled to the brim with bite-sized brownies. Handing it over to him, they are quick to confirm his suspicions surrounding the nature of its contents. “What? I promised you a good time, did I not?”

freddy’s face lights up, the surprise from the content in the bag not lasting long. “are we sure about this?” he asks, grinning though because the thought of the two of them enjoying a night of movies and drinks and well, real good brownies, is something that he can’t say no to. he takes a sniff to the bag, chocolate filling his nostrils as he hums in delight, waving his hand so that jessie will find the way to the sofa. “well, let’s get started,” he says, showing the pile of pillows, of blankets and everything else one needs for a comfy night.

who: @thecarterfreddy (closed starter)  when: friday night  where: turquoise house, sapphire span 

Another week had come and gone, which meant that Jessie’s weekly date with Freddy had arrived once again. Following her arrival to Brasswood, it had quickly become a weekly tradition between the two of them, one she found she cherished deeply. It didn’t feel like the proper start to the weekend if they weren’t spending it with him, indulging in the familiarity and comfort that their company always managed to provide. 

Not wishing to be idle in her arrival, Jessie emerged through the doors of Turquoise House with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other. Placing the items on a nearby counter, it didn’t take them long to spot Freddy and rush to greet him, practically knocking him to the ground in the process. “Freddy!” they squealed in response to his presence, unable to contain their excitement at the sight of him. “My sweet, darling, and lovely Freddy. How I have missed that face of yours! I hope you’re ready for our night of seafood, sangria, and slasher movies. You haven’t been waiting for me for too long, have you?”

hanging out with jessie was one of the highlights of freddy’s week. he wouldn’t call himself a social butterfly and neither a recluse that stuck to himself, but he was for sure not comfortable with just about everyone. that’s why being with jessie was better than most about anything, the familiarity and friendship they had built over the course of shadow and bone, the adventure that had brought them together, had truly proved just how much they meant to each other.

hey, you clearly have good taste when it comes to drinks so, i have to give credit where it’s due. i believe it, it’s the greatest combination, not just in taste but in helpfulness.

Thanks for believing me, and to avoid future misunderstandings I won’t say ‘no offence’ in front of you, just so I don’t make you angry. Sweet is my middle name! It really isn’t, but wouldn’t that be cool. My arms are not so strong anymore, as I have left my superhero phase behind… for the time being. But I can still protect, I think! Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t turn down my offer. Milk and cookies it is!

Jesus, and I thought I was self-deprecating. You might be giving me a run for my money. We all have our strengths and weaknesses and there’s nothing wrong with that. Well, I don’t know about that – I hate the word “normal”, I’m far from it. Do you think they’d be honest? Unless it’s an anonymous poll, they might lie so they don’t hurt our feelings. It is amazing – you’ll have to tell me how you like it once you try it. It’s very possible, we’ve been at the fair pretty much everyday since it’s been here. Have you been enjoying it?

I think you’re missing the point, Freddy, but I’m going to stop over explaining it because then it just gets even more confusing. What are you talking about? You are smart. And anyway, I believe everyone is “smart” in their own way. Wait, you just said I’m not irritating but then called us an irritating pair… I’m not sure how I feel about that. But you’re not irritating either, so I’m not sure where you’re getting that idea from. That’s right, lavender honey. It’s amazing. Try it next time you go get coffee!

yes! you sir are a genius that sounds delicious. they’re extremely comforting i’ll admit, especially when you’re sick. nothing helps a sore throat like a hot cup of tea with honey.