Poor Kid in Prada

Freddie Redlynn Twenty One Insider (a secret wannabe) Senior at Brown University Bookkeeper at Fairest of Them All "You lie like a priceless Persian rug on a rich man's floor."

[juliettevanderbilt]

Juliette had not been paying attention while walking through the party when all of a sudden she was sitting in Freddie's lap. She smiled down at him, relaxing for a moment. "Hello, handsome." She rested her hand on his chest, looking around the party. Everything was going well so far. "Let's say ten minutes. You deserve a little more attention."

[f-reddieredlynn]

"Ten whole minutes? I'm flattered." Freddie leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'd better make the most of them." Despite being in a room full of people, knowing fine well that shenanigans like these would likely end up on Gossip Girl–where William would see–he took the opportunity to trail some lingering kisses from her jawline down to her shoulder. "You look incredible, Juliette."

[juliettevanderbilt]

@tfrstarters

Juliette had been planning this for weeks, and everything was actually coming together. Most of the people she had invited had shown, and they had all managed to at least make a pass at Jesse. So she had started drinking and dancing with everyone. The house was getting trashed, but that wasn't her problem right now.

"If you need more beer, try inside or by the hot tub."

[f-reddieredlynn]

Juliette was talking to someone else as she passed by the sofa Freddie was draped across, and in one swift motion, he had caught her by the hand and pulled her on to his lap. "Hey hostess." He leaned in close to her, definitely having found his confidence again after everything with William. "You think you can spare a minute for me and let those guys find their own beer?"

[l-atifelevent]

"There're my bitches!" Latife greeted with a wide grin before wrapping one arm around Theo's neck and the other around Freddie's. There was no party that these three hadn't been absolutely fucking diabolical at (read: the most fun ever). Freddie had been a little MIA lately which was beyond unacceptable but she was willing to forgive him, if he begged a little. "Freddie, don't tell me you finally left your Sugar Daddy at home? Me and Theo thought we were never going to get you to ourselves again," she winked.

"What are you losers drinking?" @theohart-tfr

[theohart-tfr]

Theo could have a perfectly good time in his own company, but pair him up with Latife and Freddie? Well, call it a personal rich-bitch rave for three, plus poker. The night now truly had no end in sight. "My god girl, what took you so long?" He would've been outraged by her late arrival had it not been for her scandalous flaying of Freddie - of which he loved every second. "You're on your own on this one, Fred, I can't even be an alibi."

"I am fucking sick of tequila. Give me vodka. Good, old fashioned, cheap as dicks, vodka. Straight into my veins if available."

@f-reddieredlynn

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie grinned as he was pulled towards Latife and Theo. It had been quite a while since he had spent any time with them and he hadn't realised just how much he had missed them. However, when she said that, he would've been perfectly content to go another month without them! He even scrunched his nose up a little at being called Fred, but wasn't prepared to think too hard on that. "First of all, he's not my sugar daddy, that–..." A humourless laugh escaped him as he shook his head, deciding in that moment that he couldn't ever let him know that William had given him an apartment... and a car.

"Cheap as dicks vodka all round then?" Freddie definitely needed more alcohol if he was going to have the energy to sidestep the topic of William. "Where the hell were you anyway?"

@l-atifelevent

[juliettevanderbilt]

"Big talk for an even bigger game. Don't worry, I will let you sleep over if you are too weak to go home." Juliette wanted this, wanted Freddie. They had flirted for long enough. And she needed to prove a point to herself. That she could hook up with someone else. That she didn't need William, after several months of only him. She pulled him into her, legs wrapped around his waist. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it off with ease. "Too much on still."

[f-reddieredlynn]

-fin-

[juliettevanderbilt]

Juliette had many things planned for Freddie tonight. "I can tell, trust me, I'm very impressed. Nothing I love more than a challenge from a man I know I can beat." Juliette was surprised as Freddie picked her up. She had expected him to be slower. "Fucking finally." She murmured as he kissed her with passion.

[f-reddieredlynn]

"That's some big talk, Vanderbilt." And he had no doubt that she could back it up. There was a tiny part of him that was wondering what William would think of this, but a larger part was still hurt about the events of the last month. Most importantly, Freddie really wanted this–wanted her. His lips tugged into a smirk at her words before flipping her on to her back and pinning her to the bed beneath him. He would make damn sure that he was worth the wait.

[juliettevanderbilt]

"You are funny. But no, I mean seeing you red-faced and sweaty sounds great." Juliette grabbed him by one of his belt loops, pulling him close. "I have some better ideas on how we can achieve that."

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie grinned as she pulled him towards her by his belt loop, of all things–truly what god must have intended them for. "Well, as you can see from my run over here, my stamina's impeccable. It might take some vigorous effort if you want to see me messed up." In one swift movement, Freddie had scooped her up and backed on to the nearest surface as his lips crashed on to hers.

[juliettevanderbilt]

@f-reddieredlynn

"Hey, more like fifteen. Did you run here?"

[f-reddieredlynn]

"I'm sorry. Would you like me to go run around the block a few times?"

[juliettevanderbilt]

Juliette: I’m not sure honestly. He’s been weird but you know how he can be.

Juliette: Want to come over?

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie: Be there in 20.

[juliettevanderbilt]

Juliette: He's been weird. He basically made me leave the city for like a week. And now I can hardly get a response. Juliette: It seems to keep happening. Nothing is wrong with being nervous. It's cute. Juliette: What are you doing right now?

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie: Do you think we need to be worried? Freddie: Glad you think so. Freddie: Nothing that can't be cancelled.

[juliettevanderbilt]

Juliette: Moving? I thought you and William shared a place. He didn't say anything about moving. Juliette: Well, watching you squirm is always fun. Don't you think? Juliette: Can't wait to see you 😘

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie: He told me to leave. Said it wasn't safe there for me or some bullshit. Idk I couldn't talk him out of it. Freddie: Can't say it's a hobby of mine, but if it makes you happy... Freddie: For the record, you can see me whenever you like ❤️

[juliettevanderbilt]

@f-reddieredlynn

Juliette: I'd better be seeing you at this party. You can't avoid me forever! I seriously need some entertainment besides watching girls hit on Jesse.

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie: I'm not avoiding you. I've been moving apartments 🙃 Freddie: I would've thought that was plenty of entertainment for you, but I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. Freddie: I'll be there 😘

[figueroths]

NEW GIRL REWATCH ♢ 1.19

[notorious-nick]

Nick would be lying if he ever said he didn't enjoy the attention from showing off. After all, he didn't become a lawyer for the corner office, fancy suits and his grandfather's approval. He raised a brow in Freddie's direction as he rubbed the back of his neck, almost feeling bad for crushing him so thoroughly. "Mhm," he hummed, watching as he leaned in, anticipating Freddie's knees were about to give way (and who could blame him?) when... nothing.

"My, my, you are a tease, aren't you? Higher?" Losing must have been what got Freddie Redlynn going and well, who was Nicholas Vanderbilt to deny anyone their perversions? Nick held his arms out, letting out a laugh. "Whatever you want, then. Triple or nothing."

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie's lips curled into a grin as he sat the chalk back on the table, "Good." He held his eye contact for a moment longer than was necessary, briefly dropping his gaze to his lips before moving away from him again. Sometimes, this was just too damn easy, he just hoped that Nick wouldn't take his impending defeat to hard. Turning his attention back to the table, Freddie's form changed entirely as he leaned forward and performed a near perfect break with two balls being pocketed.

Moving around the table, Freddie proceeded to skilfully pocket every other striped ball without missing a single shot, and not giving Nick a chance to play. When the final ball dropped into the corner pocket, he moved back to Nick with a smirk on his lips. "Well, gee. I guess I perform well under pressure."

[hunky-huntzberger]

William had gone over this in his head a thousand times now. He told himself it would be best to crush whatever had grown between them, to send him away with a sour taste in his mouth. Freddie could hate William, he should hate him. 'I'd really rather you didn't die, William.' He swallowed at the memory, looking down at the countertop. William had confided more in Freddie Redlynn than almost anyone. Whether it was mutually assured destruction or a feeling of false safety, he hadn't much cared. Yes, William could end this a thousand different ways. But for once, he found that he wanted to tell the truth.

"It's not safe for you here anymore," he said at last, looking back up at him. "These are keys for a new place, completely free of any ties to me. They're for you, I want you to have them, and I don't want you to give them to anyone else. There's secure entry, a fully vetted reception staff and a view." Now that he'd started, he found the words clawing out of him. William was scared, truth be told. And he was soft, just like Slater had said. He couldn't do anything else but care, and it was so deeply unbearable.

"There's more, here-," he pushed the manila folder towards him- "The essentials." Credit card, keys to William's favourite car, a few numbers that owed him favours... the perfect replacement for William himself. He tried to unclench his jaw then, pressing his palms flat on the countertop. William looked at Freddie now with an edge of desperation. He needed him to understand. "If anything happens to me, you'll be just fine. I promise."

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie stared silently at the keys and the folder for a long time, brow furrowed. A new place? Free of him? He was giving him his own apartment? The manila folder remained unopened, but he could make an assumption about what those 'essentials' might be. Had it been a year ago–hell, maybe even a few months ago–he might have grabbed everything and ran, happy to finally be free of William Huntzberger and his games, but now? Freddie hesitated. There was nothing William could offer him that he would want more than to stay. The realisation was a shock, to say the least, but how could he voice that? How could he beg this man not to push him away when it's all Freddie ever did?

"You want me to leave?" There was a twinge of pain in his voice that he couldn't have hid if he had tried. Freddie had no idea what he was talking about. It wasn't safe here for him anymore? If anything happened to him? What the hell was going to happen to him? A flash of a memory clawed to the forefront of his mind–William bruised and bleeding all over the kitchen, their kitchen–and his eyes finally lifted from the items on the counter.

"Is this about Slater?"

[hunky-huntzberger]

Between Freddie's grin and Juliette's touch, he wasn't entirely convinced that he was going to make it to another Valentine's Day. He looked over at her with a playful smirk, his hand trailing down her back absentmindedly. William didn't doubt that she'd be game, but the surprise in Freddie's voice stole his attention. His smirk turned into a grin when he laughed, clearly nervous. William canted his head, wondering just where the line was going to be and if there would be one at all when Freddie moved closer to Juliette.

William readjusted himself, giving her a little space away from him but not much. Then there was a moment before Freddie leaned in when he looked over at William. A quick, nothing, glance really but... he could already feel himself longing to obsess over it. What did he think? That William was trying to set him up? That he was going to suddenly flip the tables and challenge him to a duel over Juliette (not that she'd be opposed, he was sure, if there was a some sort of oil involved). William's thoughts were swiftly derailed as Freddie finally did kiss Juliette, pulling her closer. He tilted his head, watching them with an undeniable interest - no, it was longing - before he reached for the bottle of champagne again. Why did he have this sinking feeling that he was in more trouble than he could even begin to imagine?

After a very generous sip, he found himself fighting off a grin, his hand running through his hair. Fucking hell. "By all means, no rush." @juliettevanderbilt

[juliettevanderbilt]

If Freddie had run away right then, it wouldn't have been a shock to Juliette. He had nearly run away the last time that she had brought up his interest in herself and William. She leaned forward, letting William's hand stay on her back as she moved to be closer to Freddie. Looking right at him with a raised eyebrow, a look daring him to follow through.

There had been an energy shift in the room, mostly between the boys. A few looks that told her that she had been right on about the two of them. Her hands found their way to Freddie's sides, holding on. She allowed him to take control of the kiss. She wanted to see if he would actually go for it without her pushing it.

She glanced over to see William watching, but refocused on the kiss. Letting out a soft hum as they kept going. She broke away for a moment to laugh before replying. "I wasn't planning on rushing it, unless you need a dare too?" @f-reddieredlynn

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie would like to say that making out with a beautiful woman was enough to make him forget about the demon in the corner, but that simply wasn't the case. For every moment of the kiss, he could feel William's eyes on them, even sneaking a peak at him a couple of times. He didn't hate the feeling, and he was sure from the expression on his face that William didn't hate it either. What the hell did that mean? What kind of situation had he gotten himself into? Whatever it was, Freddie wanted to be here with Juliette and William; he wanted to let them in, and that scared him more than anything else ever had.

When she pulled away, Freddie's heart was hammering and he struggled to catch a breath. There was an undeniable lust in his eyes as he looked at Juliette and it didn't exactly dissipate when he turned his attention to William. Fucking hell, he was in trouble here. 'Not into guys?' Juliette's question from weeks before popped into his head and he had to fight to push it back down. Did it really matter who he was into? It couldn't be him–it couldn't be someone that mattered. Freddie had curated his life perfectly and he couldn't afford for him or Juliette to get close enough to see the truth–to see him.

He was grateful for the shift in attention to William, sure that Juliette's dare for him would also involve kissing her. Would it bother William to know that Freddie's lips had just been where his would be? Would it not bother him? Freddie cleared his throat and tried for a smile, but his nerves were shot. "Yeah, I think he's looking a little jealous, Juliette." Of him? Of her? Of both of them? Damn it, he needed more champagne.

@hunky-huntzberger

[sculien]

Criminal Minds 2.08

[hunky-huntzberger]

William had not taken Slater's threats towards him and his life lightly. Ever since Logan's birthday party, he had been making a list of everything he had to get in order before he took care of this. Whatever happened, he needed to know that the people he cared about - the people he was responsible for - would be okay without him. William knew the best thing to do would be to push them away and he would try. Even so, he needed contingencies in place.

That's what he was doing now, putting together this 'emergency kit' (in a convenient manila folder), so to speak, for him. For Freddie. The very last person who William had ever wanted to get hurt because of him. Sure, he had played around with him before but he had never been in real danger. He had never really been a part of the darkness that William had coated his life in.

When William heard the key in the door, he took a steadying breath. Freddie would walk away. It would be a clean break. There was nothing to keep Freddie here. Yeah, this would be easy. Ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut, William steeled himself.

"We need to talk," he started, placing a set of keys down on the counter top, almost wincing at the sound of them. @f-reddieredlynn

[f-reddieredlynn]

Freddie had barely taken one step inside the apartment when William was telling him that they needed to talk. His movements slowed as he took in the scene–as if moving too fast might startle or antagonise the wild animal in front of him–and he almost didn't hear the door clicking shut behind him over the sound of his ringing ears. His eyes moved from the keys that clunked on the counter, to the manila folder in his hands, before finally landing on his face.

Things had felt strange between them ever since Logan's birthday–ever since the dare that he had refused–but surely that hadn't been enough for William to back out of... well... whatever this was. On a normal day, Freddie might have made a joke. Something something are you breaking up with me? But that's exactly the vibe he was giving off; it didn't feel like a joke.

With a racing heart, Freddie dropped his keys on the counter beside the ones William had placed, and his brow furrowed. What the hell was he supposed to do if he told him to leave? Was this really over a stupid dare? "What's going on?" He was shocked he could get the question out with his throat as dry as it was.