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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 4 months ago

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tick boy. ( freddie benson x reader )

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Sam was well known for her temper, and after years of trying to break through to her, you were pleasantly surprised when she decided to turn over a new leaf one day. You had no idea why, nor did you push for answers, because it had been proven never to work, and you were too thrilled at the prospect of her getting into fewer fights.

You were a year older than Sam and Melanie and due to an absent mother, you adapted at a young age to look after the twins who couldn't be more different. You dropped out of high school and worked two jobs to pay off the credit cards Pam had taken out and to take care of your younger sisters. Despite your efforts to keep her on the straight and narrow, Sam frequently got into fights, and when you tried to break through with her, she only became resentful and you took the brunt of her anger.

You knew Sam viewed Spencer and Carly's apartment as a sanctuary, and rarely let the worlds cross, granting her that space she craved. When you took an extra shift at one of your jobs, you agreed to let Melanie go to a sleepover and stopped by Spencer's apartment to speak to Sam who hadn't answered your texts or when you tried to call.

You knocked on the door, sending Spencer a smile when he opened the door.

"Oh, look, it's the one person who actually knocks instead of just walking in." He looked at Freddie and Sam who were sitting at the dining table with Carly. "Unlike some people."

You thanked him when he gestured for you to enter and you sighed when Sam stood up from the table.

"What are you doing here?"

"You didn't answer my texts, or when I called you. So you left me no alternative."

"Did you ever think that I didn't care?"

You took a deep breath, licking your lips as you reached into your bag and took cash out of your purse, holding it out to the blonde. "For dinner. Try to order something filling like pizza." You tucked your purse back into your bag. "And Melanie's at a sleepover."

"Didn't I just say I didn't care?"

Used to her jabs, you didn't react, only raising an eyebrow. "Got your keys?"

Sam took her keys out of her pocket, dangling them in front of you. "Happy now?"

You nodded, looking at Carly and Freddie, "Bye, guys." You sent the two a smile which they returned, and you called goodbye to Spencer as you left the apartment.

"I don't understand why you're so mean to her all the time," Freddie spoke up as Sam pushed the money into her pocket and re-joined the table.

"She acts like she's my mom. I don't need someone watching over me."

"Yeah, 'cause you do fine on your own." He scoffed, shaking his head when Sam glared at him as he left the table. "I'm going to start setting up."

Despite her attempts to keep her anger in check, you always received the brunt of it even when you were trying to be supportive. Sam didn't want to be babied, so you gave her as much space as you could, but when you tried to treat her as if she was responsible she came close to biting your head off. There was so many things you kept your sisters sheltered from, wanting them to be normal teenagers without the worries you had, but the weight of it all was starting to become too much.

A week later, Sam returned back to her old ways, and you stopped by the apartment after the trio had returned home from school and were upstairs getting ready to begin their show. After Spencer let you in, you went upstairs to find Freddie at his computer, while Sam and Carly took a drink of water, getting ready to begin.

You knocked on the door and Freddie opened it, sending you a smile. "You don't have to knock." He stepped aside to let you in and you thanked him, looking at Sam when she approached.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you these." You took out keys from your jacket pocket. "The door was repaired. New locks."

"Great. Now go." Sam took the keys and you shook your head when she turned away.

"I'm working late tonight." You took out some cash from the pocket of your jeans, holding it out to her. She took it and walked away.

"Thank you. Now bye!"

You sighed, sending Carly and Freddie a small smile, "Good luck tonight."

As you turned to leave, Freddie saw the weight on your shoulders, only made worse by Sam's attitude. A frown formed on his lips when the door closed and pursed his lips when Sam clicked her fingers, yelling to get his attention.

He looked at the blonde, shaking his head as he walked to his computer.

"What's the matter with you?"

Freddie didn't speak as he ran a few checks to make sure everything was ready and Sam waved a hand in front of his face to gain his attention.

"I don't understand why you're always so mean to her."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Urgh, this again."

"You were pretty cold." Carly chimed in. "All she is trying to do is look out for you."

"Well, I don't need her to," Sam replied. "Now are we gonna do the show or not?"

Several hours later you returned to the apartment, covered in chilli, and wishing you could lie down and wake up believing the day had been a bad dream. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. After knocking your bag into the fryer, your phone was broken and the keys didn't work on the lock.

You walked upstairs where the trio was relaxing after filming their show. Freddie looked up when you opened the door without knocking and heard Sam grumbling under her breath. His eyebrows raised when he saw the chilli sauce on your hat and shirt.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just give me your keys."

Sam raised an eyebrow at your tone, "What? No please?"

"Sam..." Carly quietly scolded.

You put a hand on your hip, sighing as you looked at Sam. "I've had a really crappy day, and I just need your keys to get into the house then I'll be out of your hair."

"What happened to your keys?" She took her keys out of her pocket and held them out to you.

"I dropped them in the fryer at work along with everything else that I own." You sighed, not wanting to take out your rough day on her, "I'll see you at home."

When you walked out, Sam followed and Freddie quickly chased after her, sharing a glance with Carly as they followed you both to the living room.

"Does this mean you can't check in on me every ten minutes?"

You paused with your hand on the door handle and heard Carly mutter, "Oh, no."

You turned to your sister who was grinning and shook your head. "You want me to leave you alone?"

"Yes! I'm not twelve years old."

Sam almost missed catching the keys you tossed her way.

"Fine." You walked out of the apartment, closing the door a little harsher than normal. Sam's eyebrows rose at your outburst, while small it was bigger than anything you had ever shown before.

"Why do you always push her away?" Freddie walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"I'm going after her."

You were leaving the building when he caught up to you and when you heard him call your name, you ducked your head to wipe a tear from your cheek before turning to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course." You sent him a smile that was not as believable as you hoped it would be. "Great show tonight."

"You watch it?" He asked with a smile.

"I can't always watch it live, but I've seen every episode." You sent him a genuine smile, "You're great at what you do." You took out your cell phone and held it up, "Since you're great at tech stuff, what do you recommend?"

"Whoa." He took your phone, examining it. "What happened to it?"

"I knocked it into the fryer. I had it propped up on my bag so I could watch the show, and when I turned, I hit the bag with the handle of the mop and, well," You took your phone when he held it out to you, "You get the picture."

"I'm sorry." He frowned.

"Why?" You tilted your head, "You weren't twirling like an idiot, were you?"

Freddie smiled softly, shaking his head. "No, but," He sighed heavily, "you had to grow up fast. And I know how hard you work to keep the three of you together."

You looked away, sitting on the wall and he took a seat beside you.

"She does care, you know. Even if she behaves differently - why do you have beans in your hair?" His chuckle elicited a smile from you.

"The guy I was working with tried to carry a pot and tripped over his shoelaces and next thing I knew I was drowning in chilli. Where is it?" You reached behind your ponytail trying to find it.

"Here I'll get it."

You turned your head, and Freddie removed the bean from your hair carefully and you turned around when he declared that he had found it.

"Thank you." You sent him a small smile. "For the bean, and trying to make me feel better."

"Did it work?"

"A little." You rose from the wall and met his gaze when he stood up. "Thanks, Freddie."

"You know, we're filming some scenes for the next episode tomorrow. You can stop by and watch if you want?" He put his hands in his pockets to hide that he was crossing his fingers, wishing you would agree.

"I don't know..."

"The world won't crumble if you let go once in a while."

"Sam doesn't like me in her space. Or anywhere." Seeing his features falter, you sent him a small smile, saying, "I'll think about it. Night."

"Goodnight." He sent you a smile and a wave which you returned when you glanced back over your shoulder as you walked away.

When you walked around the building out of view, Freddie grinned, walking into the building. "She'll think about it. Yes!"

When Sam returned home an hour later, you washed the sauce out of your hair and scrubbed your uniform while Melanie did her homework in her bedroom. You lifted your head when the door opened and Sam entered.

"Hey," You greeted softly.

"Hey," She replied.

You placed your shirt into the sink filled with warm water, "I'm sorry about earlier. I had a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry."

Sam put her hands in her pockets as she approached the kitchen. "Actually I want to apologise too. I have been giving you a hard time - more than usual - since you got this new job and I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to look out for me like you always do."

"What?" You asked, sensing her hesitation and leaned against the sink, crossing your arms.

"It feels like you don't trust me not to make a mess of things. Like I'm a screw-up, or you want me to be more like Melanie." She gestured to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

You lowered your arms, frowning as you approached her. "What I want is for you to go to school and enjoy being a teenager. I don't think you are a screw-up. Look at you, you've got a web show with your friends that's really successful and, okay, you still get into trouble at school, but your grades are better. And that's all I want. For you to have options."

"Does it suck?" She asked. "Getting As and working in a place that sells chilli in little hats?"

You nodded slowly, "A little." You sighed, "But I get to be with you guys." You sent her a small smile, "And I'm really proud of you."

Sam looked away, trying to recall the conversations she had with Carly and Spencer. Carly encouraged her to try harder to get along with you, while Spencer helped her see things from your point of view because he understood it the most. He knew how hard you were working and keeping a clean house while raising twin teenagers seemed impossible, but he admired how you did it all without complaint but silently harboured resentment for your absent mother.

"Do we have any ice cream?" She asked.

You nodded, "Got some yesterday." You turned to continue scrubbing your shirt while she got the ice cream out of the freezer.

"Want to watch a movie?"

You looked at her for a moment, wondering where her new attitude had come from. Deciding to enjoy it while it lasted, you agreed and she handed you a spoon before heading to the sofa. You shared the ice cream as you watched a movie and for the first time when you showed interest in her life, she didn't shut you down. You felt the strain of the week fade away as you laughed together.

The next day you were more energetic as you walked into the studio quietly, sending Freddie a small smile when he looked at you while keeping the camera focused on Sam and Carly. You walked closer when they stopped filming and Sam grinned eagerly as she approached you.

"Did you bring it? Did you?"

You revealed the sandwich in your bag and the blonde took it, moving away to eat it. "Four ham sandwich." She cooed. "I've missed you."

"Do you need to be alone?" Carly asked.

"Yes."

The brunette shook her head, smiling as she looked at you. "You don't happen to have more of those, do you?"

You took out two more and she grinned as she took one, thanking you before sitting next to Sam. You smiled at Freddie when he thanked you, accepting the sandwich.

"You didn't have to."

"I know. But I wanted to thank you." You glanced at Carly who was engrossed in conversation with Sam, before meeting his gaze again. "I had an interesting conversation with Sam last night and I had a feeling it had something to do with the people in this apartment."

"You worked everything out?" Freddie walked away to place his camera down and you followed, nodding.

"I realized that I've never actually told her I was proud of her before." You sighed, "I was too busy running around trying to keep everything together and it never occurred to me that she didn't know." Shaking your head, you took a step back, "Anyway, you probably don't want to know all the details. I just wanted to thank you for yesterday."

"You're always looking after everyone else, I wanted to remind you that you need to look after yourself too." You smiled softly when he cleared his throat, "D-Do you want to stay and watch for a while?"

"I have work later, but I can stay for a while."

"Cool. You'll get to see me do my thing."

"You don't have a thing!" Sam called out.

Freddie glared at the grinning blonde and you suppressed a smile. You approach the bean bags and when you were about to sit on the floor so he could take the bean bag, Freddie told you to sit on the bean bag.

You shook your head, telling him to sit down and go back and forth until your sister yelled, "Will someone sit down?"

"We'll both sit." You shared the bean bag with Freddie and despite your efforts, the bean bag made you both lean into each other. You were soon distracted by your sister proclaiming her love for the sandwich you made and shook your head, missing the way Freddie glanced at you. But Carly didn't.

After luring him downstairs under the pretense of getting drinks for everyone, the brunette confronted him about his crush on you. While Melanie was known for being girly, and Sam was known for being the exact opposite, you were known for being responsible due to the years spent looking after them in your mother's absence. And for the past few months, Freddie had become more and more intrigued by you.

"Sam will freak out when she finds out!" Carly whispered.

"You can't tell her!" Freddie argued. "She'd kill me! For real this time!"

You looked at the two when they returned, seeing the strained smile on Carly's lips and the way they kept glancing at each other. Shrugging off their weird behavior, you thanked Freddie with a smile when he handed you a drink.

When the trio returned to filming for their show you occupied a barstool next to Freddie's computer and smiled when Carly and Sam put on their hats, getting into character. Your gaze drifted to Freddie as he fired up the camera, pressing his lips together as he pushed a button on both sides of the contraption he had built around it. Carly tried not to roll her eyes at the extra flair he put into it but quickly fell into her role for the sketch. Your eyes drifted to Freddie more than once as the two teenagers tried multiple times to make it seem more natural.

There was something different about him when he was working behind the scenes and a smile tugged at your lips, paying more attention to him than the sketch being acted out.

After thirty minutes Freddie switched off the camera and you clapped your hands, whistling as the girls removed their hats.

"If you're going to sit there could you act less like a soccer mom?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes at your sister as you stood up, "Just for that, I'm not going to tell you how great it was."

"Really? You think so?" Carly asked.

You nodded, "Definitely. I loved the little jig at the end."

"It's given me a craving for barbeque." Sam said.

"Really? I was getting salsa."

"How could you possibly crave salsa?"

Freddie glanced between you and Sam as you bickered back and forth and a smile tugged at his lips when she flicked your forehead and you retaliated.

"You know I miss the days when we didn't talk."

"You love me." You grinned, picking up the stool and pressing the button for the elevator with your elbow.

"It's hard not to." Freddie halted like a deer in headlights when all eyes turned to him, not realizing he said it out loud. "Because you're so much nicer than she is." He gestured to Sam who glared at him and he took the barstool from you, using it to keep distance between them.

You caught your sister before she could snatch the barstool and hurt Freddie, nodding for Carly and Freddie to take the elevator down. "We'll take the stairs."

After that day, you stopped by the apartment every week to watch them film the web show or give keys to Sam until you got a replacement set, and give her money for dinner when you wouldn't be home. When you missed a recording session due to work, Freddie knew he wouldn't survive until next week and suggested going for lunch at the sandwich shop where you worked during the hours they spent at high school.

"Finally a good idea comes from you. Free food!" Sam punched his shoulder and Freddie rolled it, wincing from the force.

Carly wanted to point out that he wanted to go there just to see you but kept it to herself knowing Sam wouldn't react well to finding out her friend was in love with her older sister.

Sam texted their orders and when they arrived you placed their drinks on the table before returning to the kitchen to get their food. You were arranging the tray when a waiter rushed into the kitchen and informed you that teenagers were arguing outside. You knew Sam was involved and walked out of the kitchen.

You recognized the older girl glaring down at Sam. She was two years older than you and you recognized her from high school. You stormed over when she knocked over their table and their drinks. Sam shot to her feet, demanding that she pick them up.

You stood next to your sister, crossing your arms. "You heard her. Pick them up."

"Y/N L/N?" She cackled. "What are you gonna do? Dance with little pompoms?"

You hit her hand away when she tried to grab your shirt, and pulled Sam aside when she swung her arm, causing her to miss. You felt someone grab your arms and glared as another held back Sam as the older girl stole someone's smoothie and approached you, ripping off the lid.

You kicked it out of her hand before she could pour it over you and elbowed the member of her crew holding you in the ribs, breaking free from their hold. You turned to your sister who was trying to stomp on the girl's foot but she didn't let her go and you grabbed her hair, and the back of her shirt, pulling her away from Sam.

"Leave her alone!" You pushed her towards the door and she stumbled, hitting the window and falling to the floor. You ducked when Sam shouted, and the blonde grabbed a tray, using it to knock another girl from the bully's crew to the floor.

You were lifted off the ground and squirmed to break free, groaning when the leader of the crew squeezed tightly, hurting your arms and ribs.

"Hey!" Sam jumped on her back and you broke free, helping Sam push her towards the door. She slid on the smoothie and fell on a member of her crew who was trying to stand.

"This isn't over Puckett!" She barked, before leaving the sandwich shop.

"You know, it's moments like this when I'm proud to say we're related." Sam put her arm around your shoulders as you watched the retreating bullies.

You looked at the smirking blonde, "It did feel good."

"Are you okay?" Freddie asked as he walked over with Carly.

Before you could answer, your boss called out your name and you sighed, leaving to speak with him in his office. When you walked out. you went to the kitchen to retrieve the sandwiches you had made for them and hid them under your jacket as you left the sandwich shop.

"There will be other jobs." You glanced at the three who were having different reactions. Freddie was concerned and Carly looked guilty that intervening had cost you your job while Sam looked thrilled.

"Hey, they had it comin'." She rubbed her hands together, "You brought the food, right?"

You rolled your eyes, revealing the sandwiches hidden under your jacket. "What is this my first day?"

"I knew there was something buried in you that proved we're related." Sam took her sandwich and you handed Freddie and Carly theirs, falling into step with Freddie who was less eager to tear open the packaging.

"Don't worry," You sent him a smile, "I left cash in the kitchen." You looked at Sam when he turned his head, "Don't tell her."

Freddie chuckled softly, nodding. "Deal."

"Hey, we're going to Carly's, want to come?" Sam asked, looking over her shoulder.

"I'm good." You smiled softly. "I'm a little tired."

The blonde nodded, accepting your answer, and continued walking with Carly. Freddie turned to you when you carried your jacket draped over your crossed arms. "What are you going to do now?"

You shrugged, "Find another job. There's always something."

You sent the trio a small smile, "I'll see you guys later."

Freddie frowned when you walked away. Carly stood next to him, "Does she seem okay to you?"

"She's fine. She released her inner Puckett." Sam mumbled between bites of food.

Freddie took out his cellphone and while he typed away, Sam noticed that he hadn't eaten his sandwich. Feeling her gaze, he gave it to her before walking away.

"Where are you going?" Sam called, shrugging when he didn't reply before walking with Carly to her apartment building.

You were nearly home when Freddie jogged, catching up with you. The door was jammed, and you tried kicking it, turning when he cleared his throat. An amused smile was on his lips at some of the similarities between you and Sam.

"Need some help?"

You stepped aside, eyebrows furrowing, "What are you doing here?"

"I felt bad about your job, so I thought I could help you find another. I-If you want?"

You covered your mouth with your hands when he tried to use his shoulder to bash the door open and rushed to his side when he groaned. You stifled a giggle when he clutched his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"What is that door made out of?"

"You're not supposed to do it like that." You took his hand, "Come on." You led him around the house and explained that Sam never closes the window when you ask and Freddie gave you a boost, watching as you climbed in, unlocking the back door. "Ta da!"

He chuckled as he entered the kitchen, closing the door.

"Here, this should help." You walked to the freezer, took out an ice pack, and held it against his shoulder.

"T-Thanks."

You sent him a smile as he held the ice pack, turning to take drinks out of the fridge, walking to the living room. "You really don't need to stay and help. I'm sure there's much more exciting things to do."

"Nope."

You looked at him, sitting on the sofa, placing the bottles on the coffee table. You shook your head when he smiled, unable to suppress a smile as he sat next to you.

"Okay, so, first, we need to find something that matches your skills." He said, taking out a notebook a pen from his backpack, opening to an empty page.

You thought for a moment, "I once hung someone by their shirt at the market when they tried to steal my ham."

Freddie raised an eyebrow, and you glanced at him as you took a sip from your soda, seeing the slight tilt of his head. "What?"

"I sometimes forget that you're related to Sam."

"In my defense, I'd already lost vegetables to a grandma, so I was pretty steamed."

Freddie shook his head, "Okay, so strong. That's an advantage. What else? You're kind, patient, and you're smart. Hard working. Good at solving problems."

You were surprised by how many good qualities he could list so easily and quickly. Freddie noticed the way you picked the label on the soda and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just...do you really think that?"

"Of course. I mean, taking into consideration everything you have accomplished over the years, growing up faster than you should have, you are all those things."

You smiled softly, thanking him. You looked at the growing list he was writing down.

"Is flexible a strength?"

"Uh,"

"I was a cheerleader in high school for a year. And I did gymnastics."

Freddie scrambled to say something when his mind could do nothing, but provide images of you practicing in a cheer uniform. "Flexible is good." He cleared his throat, taking a long sip of his soda, the pain in his shoulder long forgotten.

"Hey, thanks for doing this. I want you to know that I do appreciate it."

Freddie sent you a smile, "Anytime. You are always helping everyone else. I want to do something that helps you."

You mirrored his smile, "Did Sam ever tell you about the butter sock?"

He nodded slowly, "She said you came up with the idea."

"Pam was gone for a week. Sam and Melanie were five at the time. We were behind on rent. So the landlord came around. He tried to put his hand through the letterbox to reach a latch on the door. I took one of the socks out of the dryer, and when I was looking for something to put in it, I saw Sam licking the butter." Freddie shook his head, and you smiled at the memory. "I put the stick of butter in the sock and used it to hit the landlords hand when it got stuck in the letter box. He broke free and said he'd be back the next day. By that time, we were already gone. And the butter sock was born."

A frown formed on his lips when he realized how young you were and already looking after your siblings. "Were you scared?"

"If I was, I don't remember. I remember the way they hugged me afterward. I stayed with them all night when they were asleep to make sure the landlord didn't return." You looked away, shrugging softly, "I did what I had to do to protect them."

His cell phone rang and he groaned when he saw it was his mother. Freddie glanced around, worried she was watching as he reluctantly answered, grimacing when she shrieked in his ear.

"I expected you home over an hour ago! Where are you, Freddie?"

"Uh," He knew he couldn't tell her the truth. His mother didn't like the Puckett family as a whole thanks to Sam. "Out."

Deciding to give him privacy, you took the ice pack to the kitchen, returning it to the freezer. When you entered the living room, Freddie was arguing with his mother, gesturing with his hand. You bit the inside of your cheek when your eyes met, and he sighed as he ended the call.

"I better go before she sends the military to find me." He said, sliding his notebook and pen into his backpack, zipping it as he approached you.

"I get it." You smiled softly, "Thank you for helping me today." You walked to the front door and opened it.

"Sure, now it opens." He grumbled.

You shook your head, giggling, "Remember, don't talk to strangers, and if you get lost, use the maps on your phone."

Freddie laughed sarcastically, and you smiled as you leaned against the doorway. You bit your tongue to suppress the smile on your lips as you said goodbye and watched him walk away before closing the door.

A few hours later, while walking to clear your head, you saw Spencer in the street, and sensing you could use a break, he invited you to his apartment. As he let you inside, Spencer invited you to stay for dinner. You thanked him and offered to help, catching up with the eldest Shay. You found common ground with him easily as he had taken care of his sister for many years due to their mother leaving and their father's job that kept him away from home.

You looked over your shoulder when the trio came downstairs for a drink after their web show ended and greeted them with a smile. When Sam asked why you didn't go upstairs, you explained that you stopped by after spending an hour looking for a shirt Melanie wanted you to buy for her and met Spencer who invited you to dinner.

"Wait, you're having dinner here?" Freddie looked at Spencer when you nodded, "Can I have dinner here?"

"If your mom says it's okay, I don't see why not -" Freddie was running across the room by the word 'if' and out the door before he finished.

You looked at Sam when she spoke, "What are you doing to that boy?" You tilted your head in confusion, shaking it as you continued setting the table for dinner.

Freddie returned with a grin, announcing that he could stay for dinner as Spencer plated the spaghetti, and you turned to place the plates on the table.

"Uh-Uh, I am not sitting next to you. You will steal my food." You pulled Freddie into the chair beside you before Sam could sit down.

"You have more than me."

"No, I don't."

Freddie looked between you both as you bickered back and forth, mimicking each other. Sam took your plate, and you rolled your eyes as you took her plate that she argued had less spaghetti.

"Happy now?"

"Very."

"We're all relieved." You muttered under your breath, and Freddie coughed, covering his mouth with his arm as he tried not to laugh.

Sam glared at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He replied quickly.

You glanced at Freddie, a smile on your lips, and he mirrored it as he gathered spaghetti on his fork.

After dinner, you insisted on washing up, which led to Sam complaining that you were making her look bad as she never offered to help.

"I would help, but I'm so full." She slouched on the sofa, and you shook your head.

You gathered the plates, and Freddie stepped over to help. You cleaned the dishes while he dried, and you had a feeling he only did it to be next to you, not that you minded.

"Did you see the show today?" He spoke up.

"No, I was looking for a shirt for Melanie. Apparently, not having it would end the world as we know it." You smiled softly, "I spent an hour getting tips from a stylist about how to change my wardrobe. She even told me to cut my hair. Can you believe it?"

"Clearly, she can't be trusted because your hair is, well, it's..." Freddie trailed off when you turned your head to meet his gaze. "I like your hair."

"Thank you."

You wiped down the table as he put the plates away, and you smiled when he said you made a good team. "I can show you the episode if you want?"

You nodded, following him to the computer. He put on the show recorded earlier. Halfway through, he turned the camera after Sam interacted with him, and seeing his smile made you smile.

"The camera loves you." You bumped your shoulder with his and Freddie chuckled.

As the episode ended, the door opened and Mrs Benson entered. "Freddie!"

"Hello, Mrs Benson." You greeted politely.

"Y/N. You're here a lot lately." She commented before looking at her son. "It's time for your tick bath."

You raised an eyebrow, looking at Freddie when he stammered. "I-I don't need a tick bath." He met your gaze, "I don't."

"Come on, let's go." Mrs Benson walked away, pulling him out of the apartment.

For a few moments, the room was silent until you spoke, "She really is like that. I thought my memory was exaggerated."

"I know." Sam snorted, a grin on her lips, "She makes me glad that I've got you."

From Sam, it was the grandest declaration of love.

You smiled as you sipped your water. You moved to sit on the sofa as you caught up on the movie they were watching and halfway through, Freddie returned.

You suppressed a smile at his grouchy expression when Sam started teasing him. "I don't have ticks!"

You nudged your sister's shoulder gently as you stood up to put your glass in the sink. "I think he's suffered enough."

"Finally some compassion." Freddie typed on his phone, approaching the kitchen, standing next to you. "I think I found the perfect job for you." He glanced at you when you leaned in to look at his screen and realized it was similar to a dream he had. Except you were kissing. And in his bedroom. "It pays well. You won't need two jobs anymore."

"I don't know...I mean I didn't graduate."

"Doesn't matter. Training is provided. It's a great opportunity."

You bit your lip thoughtfully, not noticing the way it immediately captured his attention. "Okay.'

Freddie blinked out of his daze, "Good. Because I already sent in an application."

"You did what? When?"

"Yesterday." He smiled sheepishly. "But look, they want to interview you next week."

Your eyebrows raised when he showed you the confirmation message he received, and you threw your arms around his neck. Freddie placed his hands on your back, smiling when you thanked him, squeezing him tighter.

"You're welcome."

You pulled away, "I'll have to go shopping. Oh, what do I wear?" You mumbled as you walked to pick up your bag and jacket. You thanked Spencer for inviting you to dinner, saying goodnight before you left.

Sam stood up as Freddie tapped his phone against his hand, a smile on his lips that faltered when she approached him. "That was, uh, pretty nice of you. To help her out like that."

Freddie tried not to shrink back and kept his back straight. "She could use a little help."

Sam nodded in agreement. Freddie flinched when she patted his shoulder and the blonde left to catch up to you.

Later that night, she walked out of her bedroom, approaching your room when she saw the light was on, finding you were dumping clothes on the ground in pursuit of an outfit for your job interview.

"What are you doing?"

You turned, placing a hand on your chest when she spoke. You sighed as you gestured to the closet. "I have five outfits, and none of them are nice enough."

Sam looked around as she walked into the room. "There has to be something here."

You shook your head, "Maybe I should go back to the sandwich shop and ask for my job back."

"Those guys are jerks. Freddie said this job earned more than both of these jobs. Listen to the nerd."

You glanced at her with a smile, "Did you just compliment him?"

"Did I fall off a bull? Of course not."

Your smile grew when she approached the closet. Sam began to look through the clothes before deciding the answer was obvious. Melanie kept up to date with the latest fashion, and Sam recalled what Freddie told her earlier. It was time they stepped in to help more.

The twins returned, begrudgingly calling a truce for the night, and Melanie stepped forward with clothes she believed would work for your job interview.

You looked at the twins who had barely bickered all night and smiled softly, thankful that they were helping.

By the time the interview date rolled around, the group was more nervous than you were, and when you entered the Shays apartment, agreeing to meet Sam there afterward, you kept your smile small as you greeted them.

"What happened? Did you get it? Did you?" Sam was like a hurricane as she rushed over to you, and you glanced around before smiling brightly.

"I got it!"

You jumped up and down, smiling when she hugged you. When she stepped away, you looked at the group with a smile, "Dinner is on me tonight!"

You giggled when Spencer stepped forward to congratulate you, hugging you as he said, "I knew there was a reason you were my favourite."

Carly joined the hug, then Freddie and Sam. As you left the apartment, Sam looked at Freddie when he followed without going across the hall to speak to his mom. "Don't you need permission first?"

"Once we get there, I'll send her a text saying we're somewhere else."

"Livin' on the wild side." Carly teased.

You met Melanie at the restaurant and took a seat at the table, smiling softly as she congratulated you.

"Thanks. But I owe it all to Freddie, he got me the interview."

"All I did was tell them how great you are." He replied.

You sent him a smile across the table and picked up the menu. You bit the inside of your cheek, glancing at him as he looked at his menu. Sam looked between you both when you lowered your head, missing the way Freddie sneaked glances at you.

Later that night, you were approaching the point where you would go your separate ways with Spencer, Carly, and Freddie. Sam noticed the numerous glances you and Freddie stole at each other and brought Melanie into her conversation with Carly. You scooped your ice cream, looking at Freddie when he hung back slightly to walk beside you as Sam planned.

"They seem to be getting along," Freddie commented, nodding at the twins.

"For now, at least." You smiled, "Thank you again for getting me that interview. What did you tell them anyway?"

"I told them the truth." He shrugged, "I said you were hardworking, and you could do anything you set your mind to. I told them how kind, compassionate, and caring you are."

You smiled softly, placing a hand on his arm as you stopped walking. Freddie turned, and you kissed his cheek. "Thank you. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Anytime."

"Ew! Don't kiss him, he has ticks!"

Freddie glared at Sam. "No, I don't!"

The two quickly fell into an argument, and you walked alongside him as they went back and forth. He glanced down when you looped your arm with his, continuing to eat your ice cream.

"Then why do you need baths, tick boy?"

"Because my mother is crazy!"

You shook your head, giggles leaving your lips. A short walk later, while the Shays went one way, the Puckett twins went another, you turned to Freddie and bit the inside of your cheek.

"Goodnight, tick boy." You kissed him briefly, lingering over for a few seconds before stepped back.

You sent him a smile before walking to catch up with your sisters. Freddie grinned as he watched you walk away. Carly noticed he was frozen in place, a broad grin on his lips, and walked over to pull him away.

"Come on!"

"How is she related to Sam?"

Spencer shook his head at the dazed smile he wore. "How many times has your mother called?"

Freddie quickly took out his phone and groaned when he saw the texts and calls. "Oh, man!"

"Welcome back, tick boy." Spencer patted his shoulder with a smirk as they approached their apartment building but the siblings noticed that the smile on Freddie's lips hadn't faltered since your kiss.

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infiniteimaginings · 1 year ago

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Can you write for Freddie, Icarly, with a jealous reader over Carly please? Also, I loveeeee love your writing!!

Are you...Jealous? (Freddie Benson x GN!Reader)

Summary: You were aware of how Freddie used to feel about Carly, you had witnessed it firsthand. Regardless of his feelings he fell for you, and the two of you got together. You can't stop the ache when you see them together though, you can't stop the nagging thoughts in your mind. What will Freddie do when he notices you acting strangely? Pronouns: You/Yours They/Them Warnings: None Word Count: 3.0k A/N: I'm so embarrassed for taking so long to do this, it's been a week since you sent this. Thank you so much, you're so sweet. Also, thank you for being so patient with me!

It was the end of the school day and you were at your locker, gathering your folders for whatever schoolwork you had to get done for the weekend. You didn’t notice a certain brunette boy walking up to you and leaning on the lockers. You continued moving items around, trying not to let anything fall when the boy cleared his throat causing you to jump slightly at the sound. You turned, a hand on your chest to ease your breathing when you saw who it was. Freddie Benson, your friend of three years and boyfriend of four months. A relaxed smile made its way to your face and you gently rolled your eyes at him, “Hi Freddie.” You greeted, turning back to your locker, grabbing your remaining items and closing the metal locker.

Freddie grinned at you, gripping his backpack strap, “Hey!” He greeted back, looking at you with gentle adoring eyes. He cleared his throat once more, “Do you want to help with a segment today?” He asked, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You held a gentle smile but your brows gently furrowed together, “For…iCarly?” You asked, knowing about the webshow, but you only ever watched it. You had gone into the studio before, but you never actually helped with any of the ideas they had. Freddie nodded, confirming your question, kicking himself off the locker. “Yeah!” He answered, pulling out his phone and showing the text sent in the iCarly group chat that consisted of him, Carly, and Sam. You looked down to the phone as he scrolled a bit and got to a message of an idea he presented days ago that the two girls had agreed to. “We’re doing a segment where we have someone pick from ingredients that the audience sends in.” He explained, stepping back a bit to make eye contact with you, “Then Sam and Caly have to try to make something good out of it.” He finished, a big smile on his face, hoping you would say yes.

You nodded your head, the idea sounded extremely fun, but you were still wondering why he chose you. “Are you sure you want me to do it?” You asked, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. Freddie had no doubt and that showed in his expression, “Well, they suggested Spencer but you know how he is with his art pieces.” Freddie spoke, you nodding along with a small ‘Yeah’ as a response, your hand adjusting the strap of your backpack. “Then they suggested me, and I was thinking about you.” He spoke simply, shrugging a bit. Silence stretched between the two of you,students passing by you, the sounds of their feet filling your ears. Freddie soon realized what he said and flushed, looking down and chuckling slightly, “That slipped out, sorry.” He spoke gently, looking up at you with an apologetic gaze but you shook your head. “It was sweet,” You told him, scrunching your nose and smiling at him. “I’ll do it, since you asked so nicely.” Your response made him light up, he put an arm around your waist as the two of you walked out of the school, on your way to the apartments.

Once the two of you reached the apartments, you guys were seen by Lewbert, the doorman. Freddie was dragging you to the stairs to hopefully avoid a conversation but you just couldn’t keep your eyes off the huge and hairy wart on the side of his face. Your jaw dropped slightly, and Freddie thankfully pulled you away before he could say anything or you could say anything. Once you guys reached the floor where Carly and Freddie stayed you looked at your boyfriend with a face of disgust. You had never seen Lewbert before, you were one of the lucky ones, so your reaction was honestly valid to Freddie. “That was…” You tried to speak, but you couldn’t find the words. Freddie squeezed your hand gently with a nod and sighed, “I know, disgusting, horrifying.” He spoke for you, listing off words he thought you were feeling. You nodded at the words but also shook your head, “Uncomfortable.” You finally said and he nodded in agreement, knocking on the front door of Carly's apartment. “I felt like it was…watching me.” You said, scratching your head, Freddie shivering at your description.

The door swung open and you were met with a man with shaggy brown hair looking down to the two of you, that was Carly's older brother Spencer. “Hey you guys!” He greeted, leaving the doorway to let you guys just walk in. “They’re upstairs in the studio.” He said, pointing upstairs as he picked up a bucket of bottle caps and tabs, leading them to the kitchen area. Freddie paid no mind and held your hand tighter, dragging you up the stairs, “Thanks Spencer!” He said, you doing the same. “Thanks Spencer, good luck with your sculpture!” You told him before disappearing up the stairs with Freddie. Spencer held up a thumbs up before going back to the bottle caps and observing his project.

You guys walked through the door to the hallway that was across from the studio door where you could hear Sam and Carly talking. You guys walked through the red door and Freddie dropped your hand for the first time since school ended, “And we are here!” He greeted, hands presenting you as if you were some sort of celebrity. You giggled a bit, smiling gently as you waved to the girls, “Hey!” You greeted the girls walking up to you guys, their own sodas in their hands.

Carly mixed her brown hair over her shoulder, “Hey!” She greeted back, “Are you watching us film today?” She asked you, tilting her head, lips in a sweet smile. Freddie poked his head into her view a bit, “They’re actually going to be picking the audience's chosen ingredients for you guys.” He explained, clasping his hands before going to his camera to set things up. Carly nodded in understanding, having no problem with it.

The blonde, curly headed girl next to her looked like she didn’t care who would be doing it. “Cool.” Sam, the curly headed blonde, spoke, taking another swig of her drink. Carly playfully bumped Sam's shoulder and looked back at you, “Don't pick anything too gross.” She whispered to you, knowing they would all probably end up trying it at the end. You hissed through your teeth playfully, “I can’t promise anything.” You teased to which she laughed and shook her head, putting her soda down. Sam followed, cracking her knuckles, “I’m gonna make Freddie eat it at the end anyways.” She spoke, the boy in question yelling out a ‘Hey!’ when he grabbed the mics for the girls to put on themselves. He grabbed an extra one for you since you were going to be speaking and instead of letting you put it on yourself he gently clipped it to the top of your pants so it wouldn’t fall off. He looked up at you with soft eyes when he finished. When he picked up his head the two of you were so close, noses almost touching, you felt you could hear his heartbeat. He grinned at you, “Good luck.” He whispered before walking backwards to grab the camera.

Carly instructed you to stand at the side so they could introduce you and you did just that. Freddie pulled the camera up and started his countdown, “In 5, 4, 3, 2..." He spoke, pointing to Sam and Carly when they went live.

The two immediately got close to the camera, “Hey hey hey!” Carly spoke,shaking her head, moving so Sam could do the same. “Are you guys ready for another…” Sam began, Carly pressing her face to hers. “Weird and Wacky challenge!” They announced, Sam sounding applause and laughter from her remote. They backed up so the majority of their bodies could be shown, Freddie backing up as well, continuing to steady the camera. Sam explained the concept of the challenge and then said, “You guys are going to send in the weirdest ingredients you can think of and we’re going to pick a big group of those ingredients to use today.” Carly nodding along, her hands moving to your direction, “And we have our good friend here today to help!” She introduced you, Freddie turned the camera to himself, “The love of my life.” He spoke with a dopey smile before turning it to your blushing figure. You waved, “Hi!” You spoke quietly, the other three smiling at you. Sam sighed, “I would say he paid them but he didn’t have money for lunch.” She spoke, nodding her head, pushing the laughter button on her remote. Freddie looked at her blankly behind the camera, “Because you took it.” He reminded her and she nodded quickly with a toothy smile, hand gesturing to him in a ‘duh’ motion. “What I said still stands.” She said, rolling her eyes, Freddies eye twitched slightly but he shook his head to ignore it.

Carly and Sam turned the attention to the tv where the feed of ingredient suggestions would pop up where you would decide. They stepped back, you stepping forward to look at it, thinking slightly. You hummed slightly, pointing at the words as you said them slightly, Sam and Carly keeping track of them. “Pineapple…” You spoke first, pointing to it, Carly nodding, thinking she could make something nice out of that. “Pickles, and Marshmallows!” Any hope the two had of having anything good diminished the moment you said that. “Gummy bears.” You continued on, “Popcorn, chocolate syrup!” You pointed them out, the group thinking you were genuinely making a dessert. You thought a bit as the list went on, “Peanut butter.” You called out, they added it to the list. Soon enough a mischievous smirk fell on your face, Sam smiled with you a bit but Carly stood awkwardly, unsure of what you were about to say. You scrunched your nose as you spoke “Jalapenos,” You started, not giving anyone time to speak as you listed the next one, “Canned tuna.” The words make Freddie want to gag since Sam was going to make him eat it whether he wanted to or not. “And…hot sauce!” You finally spoke, turning to them, hands behind your back with an innocent smile.

Carly grimaced but giggled a bit, “Thank you!” She spoke, Sam and her hands gesturing to you as you bowed and stood next to Freddie. Sam clasped her hands together, “Let's get started!” She spoke excitedly as she pointed to the camera, Carly doing the same.

The two set up everything, two separate tables with all the ingredients. Carly tried to meticulously place everything together into something that looked edible whilst Sam put it all in a bowl and mixed it together, the concoction looked like vomit. Freddie turned the camera to himself once more, “Carly is doing amazing, per usual.” He commented, turning the camera back to the girls. The statement didn’t mean much, but Freddie continued making those comments within the entire video. He said how great she was doing, how Sam's shirt was covered in her mixture and Carly was still clean and pretty.

You understood they were friends, you understood that this is how they were in every video, you understood that before you there was Carly. You had watched Freddie profess his love to Carly, the flowers he had brought, how long his crush had gone on, how he looked at Carly. He rambled to you about the girl, how adoring he was about her. When he asked you on a date you genuinely were confused. The first words that left your mouth were, “that’s funny” because you didn’t realize he was serious. He had been so kind to you, so loving, like he worshiped every step you took. He treats you so well, and you always feel terrible when the thoughts of how he felt about Carly return to you. How could someone who was so deeply in love with another, move on, on a random Wednesday? It pricks at the back of your mind like someone continuously pins the thought to you so you never forget it.

When he looked over at you, you shook the thoughts off and gave him a smile, he returned before turning back to focus the camera.

When the two girls finished, Freddie carefully passed the camera to you so he could unfortunately try to eat it. He walked up to their plates, already knowing neither of them tasted good, his deep frown and contorted face of disgust showed that. He tried Carlys first, putting his hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t spit it out. He chewed it, some of the juice of the pineapple escaping and somehow he swallowed it. After he did he was gasping for breath, holding his chest as if it were burning his heart. He then turned to Sams which was just, a soup. He took a spoonful and tried his best to swallow it until Sam decided to speak out, “I added the sweat from my uncle's socks for flavor.” She said nonchalantly. The comment caused Fredie to immediately spit it out and rush to the bathroom to most likely go puke.

The two girls in front of the camera you held paid no attention, this being an expected reaction, Carly put her hands on her hips, “I thought your uncle was in jail?” She wondered aloud, Sam shaking her head as she sat in one of the bean bag chairs, “No, my uncles are on parole, my cousin is in jail.” She specified, hands over her stomach in a relaxed position. Carly let out a small ‘Ah’ in understanding. You turned off the camera when you were told to, placing it on the tech rack as the two girls went to the living room of Carly's home. “You can come down when you want!” Carly told you as the girls went to the elevator and you nodded with a smile, telling her you’ll be there soon enough.

After the show you stepped outside the studio door and sat on the floor, sighing to yourself and hitting your head to get the thoughts out. “She is pretty.” You mumbled to yourself, crossing her arms over your knees when you pulled them closer to your chest. “Who ya talking about?” A familiar voice spoke from next to you, you looked over and saw Freddie walking out the room. He sat next to you, curling his legs up into the same position, looking at you. You shook your head, “No one, just thinking.” You said to him, hoping that would be enough for him to drop it. It wasn’t. He laughed gently, “What’s wrong? You seem a little upset.” He spoke gently, bumping his shoulder with yours to try to cheer you up. You inhaled sharply, “Nothing, Carlys downstairs, you can tell her about how good her mixture was.” You spoke, your words coming out harsher than you meant them to.

Freddies brows furrowed as he relaxed a bit, “What?” He asked, but you didn’t respond. He thought about your comment for a bit with a confused expression but soon it relaxed and he chuckled a bit. “Wait..” He spoke, licking his lips, using his hand to balance as he faced you. “Are you…jealous?” He asked you, tilting his head. You looked away and he gently used his hands to bring your face to turn to him, your eyes still didn’t meet his. “You were in love with her,” You spoke quietly, swallowing hard, your fingers tapping your knees, “are you sure you aren’t still in love with her?” You asked him, tears threatening to fill your eyes but you quickly stopped it by wiping your eyes a bit, though your nose warmed at the feeling of you crying. Freddie looked at you with apologetic eyes, he never even thought about how you could feel when he still hangs out with Carly and how he acted about her before. He sighed, trying to think of what to say, his silence only upsetting you more. “I really like you…” He spoke gently, taking one of your hands in his, “No, that’s not right.” He said, shaking his head, face warming when your eyes met him in confusion. He took a deep breath, scooting closer to you so there would be no space between your shoulders. “I love you,” His words made you shudder, “and that isn’t going to change.” He told you, the words causing your eyes to widen. “I had a crush on Carly, yeah…but that ended when I noticed how your eyes light up when you get excited about something.” He told you, the eye contact was getting a bit overwhelming. “It ended when you grabbed my hand to drag me somewhere you invited me to.” He continued on playing with her fingers, your knees touching. “It ended when you said yes to go on that date with me.” He finished, light sparkling in his eyes when he spoke to you.

You searched his eyes for a moment, to see if there was any spec of a lie, but you couldn’t find any. Your eyes flickered from his to his lips, back to his eyes. You bit your lip slightly before sighing out a laugh, “I love you too Freddie.” You said gently, smiling at him, feeling much better. Freddie noticed the glances you gave him and his face flushed before he leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. You didn’t. His lips made contact with yours and pulled away just as quickly as they connected, “I love you, please never forget that.” He told you quietly, looking at your glistening eyes, before leaning to kiss you once more, your hands placing themselves on his shoulders.

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