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Genevieve’s eyebrows rise in slight surprise for a moment, before a small laugh tumbles past her lips. “Is that so? Well, sweetheart, you’re a lifesaver, then,” she chimes, and leans in to place a quick kiss to his cheek before she bends down to grab a few bags to hang on his outstretched arms; his cry of alarm at all her purchases pushing forth another amused laugh from her. “Clothes, shoes, jewelry — you know, the essentials,” she jokes as, she too, grabs the last remaining bags to carry for herself. 

[ledbyfred-blog]

The young woman’s kiss leaves Fred’s cheeks flushed pink, and for a moment he’s incapable of making any sound except for a slightly strangled giggle. He’s such a sucker for a pretty face. “It’s- y’know, it’s totally not a problem, I’m happy to help,” he burbles as soon as he’s able, goofy grin in place.

At first the bags don’t seem too heavy, so Fred jokingly pumps them up and down like dumbbells a couple of times, but then it genuinely starts to hurt his arms and he stops in a hurry. “You can always say they’re Christmas presents to yourself. I guess-” he pauses, tipping one of the bags to one side so he can read the name of the shop it’s from “-Moley-aries had some awesome stuff in the sale.”

[maristhompsons]

Peering into the familiar shop’s window, Maris smiled softly to herself. Inside, it was still the somehow-organized mess she remembered. It had been way too long since she had visited the store or even spoken to Fred. After the Meg fiasco, Maris had thrown herself into her work which left little time for socializing outside the club. She felt immensely guilty for neglecting her friend, so much so that she’d put off shopping for her dad like he had requested until the very last moment.

The door beside her opened and the familiar voice caused her chest to tighten with nerves. She had been hoping Wasabi would have been the one to open up so she could have avoided apologizing but there he was. His hair as majestic as ever. She looked up at Fred, offering him a shy smile. “My dad is; his Christmas wish was I buy him some more merch from the store. Well… that and I convince you to open up a store in Dublin.” Maris chuckled, tugging on the straps of her purse.

[ledbyfred-blog]

It feels like forever since Fred last set eyes on Maris, but here she is at last, all red hair and green eyes and wrapped up for the winter weather. He understands that she must have been busy lately, and he could never resent her for that because he knows she’s got to work, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed her. He goes to give her a hug or a pat on the back or something to that effect, but he looses his nerve halfway and ends up giving her an awkward little wave instead.

“Well, I’m not going to deny anybody their Christmas wish. Come on in!” He fumbles to unlock the front door and gestures for Maris to step inside ahead of him. “Dublin, huh? I guess I’d fit right in with my fancy hair - and I’d have at least one loyal customer in your pops, which is all that matters.”

“Sweet cheeses, it’s colder than Iceman’s X-suit in here,” Fred exclaims, blowing on his hands and immediately making a bee-line for the boiler. That’ll teach him to go back to the mansion when it’s been snowing all week. “Anyway, how have you been? I missed you!” The words are out before he really thinks about them, called blithely over his shoulder.

[blumeisms]

Titiana would like to say that she was one of the first people to hit the sales after Christmas, but it was only because she was working that she was out so early. She’d headed out that morning, fully wrapped up in her winter coat, and decided to head through town before making it to the Plaza for her shift.

On her way she stopped off at an interesting looking store. Comictopia? Huh… she wondered what it was, and glanced through the window to get a better look. 

It was only when she heard a voice behind her that she squealed loudly and jumped, turning around to face a tall, long-haired guy. 

“Oh my god, you scared me!” Titiana placed her hand on her chest dramatically.

[ledbyfred-blog]

Well, he hadn’t been expecting her to shriek like that. The sudden loud noise makes Fred jump in fright, and he stumbles backwards a few paces out of the range of, say, a handbag or a fist. Just in case she tries to whack him.

“I- well, uh- right back at you!” He splutters, letting out a breathless laugh. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I wasn’t expecting anybody to be here so early.”

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“So, what’ll it take for me to convince you to help me carry these bags, hm?” Genevieve asked, her smile bright and shining as she ticked her head down towards the evidence of her latest shopping excursion littered around at her heels. “I seem to have gotten a bit too enthusiastic.” 

[ledbyfred-blog]

“No convincing necessary, I can totally help you,” Fred answers with a goofy smile, holding out his skinny arms for the woman to pile up with bags - and there are a lot of bags. “Yikes, are all of these full of clothes?”

[littlegodfreygirl-blog]

Fight’s On | Open

[littlegodfreygirl-blog]

Scarlett snorted and rolled her eyes. “Sled-ducation, thats a good one. Maybe you can use some of those jokes to get us out of this,” she teased, nudging the other in the ribs with her elbow while he built. 

“Know them? Oh- yeah. I’m borrowing them. Or I guess their parents are borrowing me.” She paused and frowned, considering what she’d said. That was certainly not the statement for first impressions. “I volunteer at the seniors’ centre, a lot of families visiting grandparents for the holiday. I thought that the bouncy ones could use a break from being inside, I didn’t really consider mutiny as part of that plan.”

[ledbyfred-blog]

Fred grins, letting out a quiet ‘oof’ when the girl’s pointy elbow comes into contact with his unprotected ribs. “That’s the spirit! My awesome jokes and ginormous snow-balls will get us through this fight, you’ll see,” he declares, puffing his chest out like a hero.

Her comment about being borrowed has him cocking his head to one side in confusion, but it makes sense when she explains. “That’s nice, old people are great,” Fred answers cheerfully, giving the new-and-improved wall a final pat to check it’s sturdy. He hadn’t even thought of volunteering over the holidays, which is weird, considering how much he likes to help people... man, is he secretly selfish?

With the wall done, Fred sets about helping his companion prepare some more projectiles. His hands are already red with cold, but screw it, that’s a problem for future!Fred. “At least you’re holding your own! If it were me, those kids would’ve stolen my wallet and buried me in the snow long ago.”

[ledbyfred-blog]

Greed

Something my muse can’t get enough of.

Well, the obvious answer would be ‘superheroes’, because Fred is a gigantic nerd.

But the sappy (and honest) answer is ‘friends’. As far as Fred’s concerned, you can never have too many!

[ledbyfred-blog]

Lust + Gluttony

Something that my muse finds attractive.

Red hair. 

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that all heroes want red-heads.

Something my muse considers their favourite food.

Burritos!

[ledbyfred-blog]

Sloth

Something that my muse dislikes about themselves:

He’s essentially useless, and he knows it.

Fred’s privileged upbringing deprived him of the life lessons he should have learned by now, and he’s too lazy to pursue the knowledge himself. Maybe he technically lives alone, but it’s a combination of his parents’ money and Heathcliff’s care that’s actually kept him alive.

[littlegodfreygirl-blog]

Fight’s On | Open

[littlegodfreygirl-blog]

Relieved more than anything that the snowball had been taken in good humour, Scarlett scooted over to make more room for her ally. Their little mound would hardly be enough to house both of them, especially with the advancing children. When Scarlett peeked over the edge, a ball hurled right on time to hit her weakly in the shoulder. Scarlett gave the kids a dramatic yell and she flopped back down under the cover of the barrier. Giggles erupted several feet away as the enemy turned their fire back on each other for now.

“Alright then, X. We’ve got eight kids to our two grownups. I don’t suppose you took Advance Snowball Physics in high school, did you?” She got started on making up a small pile of ammo so that when they had an action plan they would be ready to fight back. 

[ledbyfred-blog]

Fred laughs, “I wish! Unfortunately the powers-that-be kept sending me back to gym class when I tried to progress my sled-ducation.” 

When he’s convinced the kids are distracted enough that he won’t get assaulted for his trouble, he straightens up and starts shoving more snow towards their barricade in the interest of making it taller - maybe the little wall had served its purpose when only the girl was hiding behind it, but Fred is unfortunately gangly, and even sitting down he has to hold his head at an awkward angle to remain completely covered.

“Do you at least know the little monsters, or are you just, like, a prime target for snow warfare?”

[littlegodfreygirl-blog]

Fight’s On | Open

Squealing, Scarlett ducked down behind a tiny wall of snow she’d built up. It acted as a very pathetic fort from the kids she was fighting with. This was what she got for taking some of the visiting grand kids to the park. She loved them to bits, and there were rarely any of the other volunteers were willing to take the more restless kiddies out. A coupe of them had her cornered, and try as she might there was no getting Gretchen for backup. Something about hating the snow and all it’s awful chilly evilness.

She looked around and grinned, spotting someone a little closer to her to her age than a couple of nine year olds. Scooping up some snow from her side, she balled it up and threw it with precision at the familiar figure walking by. Bullseye! The snowball hit home between her target’s shoulder blades. She busted a laugh and waved when they turned but quickly had to throw herself back against the ground as a projectile came hurling her way. “Hey! Up for a snowball fight?” 

[ledbyfred-blog]

“Ah! Cold, cold, cold!” An unsuspecting Fred yelps as the snowball hits him squarely between the shoulder blades and a few slushy snow-blobs make contact with the exposed back of his neck. He hates to admit it, but maybe Heathcliff is right, and he should start wearing a scarf when he goes out.

He turns around to locate the source of the missile and locks eyes with a vaguely familiar girl (from high school, maybe?) hunkered down behind a makeshift wall, and scoops an armful of snow off a nearby bench to fling back at her. But the kids giggling on the other side of the park seem to have decided he’s their enemy too and launch the mother of all attacks, sending him skidding gracelessly behind the snow barrier and nearly winding himself with the force at which he drops to his stomach. “Welp, I was, like, totally ready to destroy you, but I guess now we’ve got to team up and dunk on these kids! Man, we’re like Magneto and Professor X without the messy divorce...”

“You got a plan?”

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[cold-as-ice-edel-blog]

“Glad to know,” she murmured, following him in with the smile still spread across her lips.  The store had hardly changed, not that it ever did (even with dear Dylan organizing it).  Elsa liked the static.  It kept it comfortable.  Kept her comfortable.

“Me too.  I can’t wait to see it.”  She really was more of an Iron Man type of girl, preferring the sort of anti-hero that he provided.  She enjoyed the complexity of an anti-hero.  It’s why she liked Loki too.  Sort of.  “I guess I’ll have to look for some,” she said matter-of-fact.  Walking gracefully to the stacks, she began to flip through, trying to find whichever comic she liked better.  However, her ears perked up when he mentioned Wonder Woman.

“Wonderful.  I’ll take them all, if that’s all right.  Or, I’ll take any I don’t already have.”  She was embarrass to say that she had a lot back home, mainly stuck between Mary Shelley or any other sort of thing.  Her library needed to be reorganized.  Maybe she’d do that today.

[ledbyfred-blog]

“Right? I’m so excited for Bucky and Steve to be working as a team again, I could just die!” Fred enthuses, clapping his hands together and bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Maybe I’ll go dressed up for the release, I’ve still got my Winter Soldier costume left over from Halloween.”

Elsa seems pleased, so Fred takes a moment to feel proud of himself for making a good call before he realises he’s got no idea where that particular box of comics has got to. He could've sworn he left it by the Harley Quinn statue, but it certainly isn't there now. “Sure! I put ‘em away somewhere so they wouldn’t get lost, I’ve just gotta... remember where that somewhere is,” he says, scratching the back of his head as he looks around at the organised chaos of Comictopia. It’d be so much easier to keep track of these things if Wasabi didn’t keep tidying without permission.

“Anyway, how was your Christmas?” He asks, heading over to a likely cranny to start his search, “Did Santa come?”

[cold-as-ice-edel-blog]

Elsa liked comics.  It was an odd little habit of hers, and she often enjoyed the style of comics more so than the stories.  She enjoyed any story, of course, but she liked the art too.  Regular books took her to other worlds.  Comics showed her other worlds.  

“Fairly ‘pumped’,” she said with a small smile.  “I just read through a lot of my stockpile while you guys were closed for the holidays.  I figured I would stock back up, as it were.  Got anything good?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

She liked Fred.  He’d always seemed an odd type, but he always had a smile on.  Sort of like Anna.  Had the red hair too.

[ledbyfred-blog]

“Frosty, it’s all good,” he declares, matching her smile with a brilliant grin of his own. Quick as a flash (or the Flash, rather), he’s through the door and bounding deeper into the store like an excited golden retriever, leaving Elsa to let herself in. It’s so good to be home.

“Since I’m still super buzzed for the Civil War trailer, we’re running a promo where you buy any Captain America comic and get an Iron Man one for free - or, y’know, the other way depending whose team you’re on,” Fred blathers as he logs into the till, “But I know you’re a Wonder Woman kinda lady, so I got a stack delivered special.”

It’s always nice to have Elsa wandering around the stacks. She’s kind of quiet and formal, sure, but she knows her stuff and Fred likes her a lot.

[ledbyfred-blog]

It feels like a terrible thing to admit, but Fred is more than glad that Christmas has been squared away for another year. He isn’t usually such a stick in the mud, and he does his best to at least seem like he’s in the holiday spirit for most of December, but then the day itself rolls around and no amount of expensive presents can make up for the fact that his parents hadn’t made it home. Again.

Still, it’s over now, and he’s eager to get back to Comictopia where he belongs - he just isn’t expecting somebody to already be waiting outside the store when he arrives to open up.

“Well hi! Guess you’re super pumped for the sales, huh?”

[rad-is-more]

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[paininthe-sass-blog]

Just Another Day in Paradise |opened|

As he scooted into the seat at the restaurant, Parker noticed he was the only one sitting alone. Whatever. Pierce was on vacation, and kept sending him pictures of the ocean and the beach and his really cool motel room. Not that he ever had to feel obligated to do anything, but Parker was a little annoyed that his best friend didn’t invite him to come along–and that Pierce left him with an extra load at work.

He opened his menu and skimmed the pages. Never anything new, and never his favorite. A waitress put a glass of water on the table for him. He nodded a thank you as he continued to search for something that might be good.

His phone buzzed on the table and he picked it up. A picture of Pierce screaming as he went down a roller coaster on a boardwalk with the text caption ‘lol I’m so scared of everything’.

“I know you’re scared of everything,” Parker griped, “that’s why it’s weird you went to the beach alone.”

As he stuffed his phone into his pocket again, a man hurried by, bumping Parker’s table, making the glass spill and water splashed all over the table and floor, ice cubes sliding around in the liquid. The man didn’t even stop or look at him.

“Dammit,” Parker groaned, using his napkin to dab up the water. “Fuck me.”

He muttered to himself as he tried to dry the table, all the while his phone buzzing with new pictures from Pierce.

[ledbyfred-blog]

Fred doesn’t usually come this far downtown, but the Red Dragon has the best Chinese food in town, and he’d be doing himself a real disservice to order from anywhere else.

For the most part he’s been minding his own business, speaking animatedly to Mushu whenever he rushes past, but otherwise getting on with his noodles so he can get back to work. 

From where he’s sitting he sees some jerk knock over somebody else’s glass of water, not even stopping to apologise. Ugh. Fred grabs the clean napkins off his own table and goes over to help, “That was totally rude! Want me to pelt him with wantons, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I could still hit him from here.”

[minaxoarisato]

late night munchies / / f r e d

[minaxoarisato]

( ♔ ) - Aurelie actually enjoyed having Fred as a customer (as much as an oxymoron might sound like). Most of all because he tipped well. But he also didn’t get angry at her when she messed up his order He also didn’t seem to notice the times when she sneaked in an extra order of eggs or fries for her to take home when she was starving and flat out broke. 

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she dismissed his proclamation of love with a wave of her hand “We’ll see if you still say that after I charge you double for making me work at the end of my shift.” The blonde joked as she went behind the counter and leaned over it, flipping her hair. “Tell your stomach to eat an extra kidney instead while it waits,” she said as she pulled out her notepad.

“What will it be tonight? Actually wait,” she stopped mid sentence to reach behind the counter and toss Fred a clean towel “Dry your hair before it drips onto the counter and I have to clean it up.” It was her way of being nice. “Now you can tell me your order.”

[ledbyfred-blog]

“I’d totally pay it,” Fred says sincerely, not thinking twice. Aurelie is a lot of things, but at the moment she seems to be going out of her way to help him out, which is super nice. What’s an extra twenty, forty, whatever dollars in the face of that? “I half-thought you’d be closed already and I’d have to go back home and eat dust bunnies, so I’m the happiest guy in town right now.” He laughs, giving his soft stomach a prod to try and stop it from growling, “I would, but I like my kidneys, it’s why I don’t drink!”

He’s already opened his mouth to answer when the towel whaps him in the face, but he does what he’s told and twists his damp hair into a very fetching towel turban. Then he takes off his over-shirt and hangs that to dry on the stool next to him, leaving him in his home-made Fredzilla tee. No shame. “Can I get the cheese burger and fries and also a stack of pancakes and a banana split and two strawberry milkshakes and whatever you want, if you want anything.”