#freddy freeman

[cat-galaxtico-000]

Me imagino a Freddy, que al ser un fanático de los heroes, al punto de saber de formaleza, debilidades y datos totalmente estupidos que los mismo heroes olvidan a veces de memoria con algunas teorías de otras coas. Este chico tiene una bitácora con un listado de heroes y niveles de fuerza como las características de los personajes, ¿okey?

Ahora, Freddy sube como Jr. a la Atalaya. Mira a los heroes. Y -es un niño/adolescente amante de los superheroes- ¿no se acercaría y saludaría a cada uno revelando detalles a estilo militar, finalizando con un "soy un fan"?

Y bueno, algunos de estos datos digamos que Batman lo paso por alto y no sabe que pensar de este nuevo personaje, ¿cómo le clasifica? Tiene poderes similares al Capitan, pero con un conocimiento más amplio que él. ¿Es muy joven? ¿Significa que el Capitan Marvel le enseño esto? No necesita dormir, necesita respuestas.

Escenario:

Capitan Marvel jr: (pasando por los tubos Z) Wow

Superman: Hola, es un placer conocerte. Soy-

Capitan Marvel jr: Superman, alias Kal-El, con posible identidad humana por su acento y naturalidad con las personas. Proveniente de Kripton. Gracias al sol amarillo tiene fuerza, velocidad, aliento de hielo y fuego, ojos laser, rayos x y habilidad para volar. Mayor debilidad, Kryptonita de cualquier tipo. Muestra debilidad al sol rojo o privación de luz solar, por su dependencia al sol amarillo, deberías revisar eso. Tambien es débil bajo la magia, lo cual es triste SOY MAGICO, ataques psíquicos y algunos de los poderes que le da el sol amarillo por la sensibilidad de sentidos mejorados. Soy Marvel Jr, un placer. ¡¡Soy un gran fan!

Superman: :0

Capitan Marvel: Jr. ¿qué hablamos de revelar debilidades de los heroes enfrente de los heroes?

Capitan Marvel jr: ... Es grosero. Lo siento, señor Superman. Estoy muy emocionarlo en conocerlo. Prometo no- OH DIOSES FLASH, METAHUMANO SUPER VELOZ Y

Capitan Marvel: (suspiro de hermano menor cansado)

Batman: (observando intensamente)

I can imagine Freddy, who is such a huge superhero geek that he knows every single strength, weakness, and utterly stupid trivia fact that even the heroes themselves forget sometimes, along with a bunch of crazy theories about other things. This kid basically keeps a logbook listing heroes, power levels, and character traits, okay?

Now, imagine Freddy going up to the Watchtower as Junior. He looks at the heroes. And—since he's a superhero-loving kid/teenager—wouldn't he just walk up and greet every single one of them, rattling off details like a military briefing, and finishing it with a 'compliment/I'm a big fan'?

And well, let's just say Batman overlooked some of this data, and now he doesn't know what to think of this new character. How does he classify him? He has powers similar to the Captain, but with a way wider database of knowledge. Is he too young? Does this mean Captain Marvel taught him all of this? Batman doesn't need sleep, he needs answers.

Scenario:

Captain Marvel Jr.: (Coming through the Zeta Tubes) Wow!

Superman: Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm—

Captain Marvel Jr.: Superman, alias Kal-El, with a likely human identity based on your accent and natural ease around people. Native of Krypton. Thanks to the yellow sun, you possess super strength, speed, ice and fire breath, heat vision, X-ray vision, and flight. Your biggest weakness is Kryptonite of any kind. You also show vulnerability to a red sun or solar deprivation due to your dependence on yellow sunlight—you should really get that checked out, by the way. You are also weak against magic, which is sad BECAUSE I'M MAGICAL, psychic attacks, and even some of the very powers the yellow sun gives you due to the sensitivity of your enhanced senses. I'm Marvel Jr., a pleasure. I'm a huge fan!!

Superman: :0

Captain Marvel: Jr., what did we say about rattling off heroes' weaknesses right in front of them?

Captain Marvel Jr.: ...That it's rude. I'm sorry, Mr. Superman. I'm just really excited to meet you. I promise not to—OH GODS, FLASH, A SUPER-SPEED METAHUMAN AND—

Captain Marvel: (sighs like a tired younger/older brother)

Batman: (staring intensely)

[comiccoverarchive]

Captain Marvel Jr. #8 (May 21st, 1943)

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

Og marvel comics:

Mary and Freddy: 👁️👄👁️

Billy: ⚫️U⚫️

[ether-here-or-there]

Fusion AU of Ben 10 x Shazam characters but it’s just Billy with the Omnitrix, Freddy absorbs the metal of his crutch and beats the fuck out of people, and Mary is serving magical girl/goddess aura

[comiccoverarchive]

Master Comics #39 (May 5th, 1943)

Art by Mac Raboy

[samdeancass]

Can I request more Freddy freeman please? Maybe where they’re moving in together ? Thank you!

Hey! Thank you for your request!

It has been written and posted, you will find it here:

Post by @samdeancass · 1 image

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Home is You · Requested by Anonymous Pairing: Freddy Freeman x Reader Genre: Fluff Characters: Freddy, Y/N Description:

Hope you like it!

[samdeancass]

Home is You

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Freddy Freeman x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Freddy, Y/N

Description: Y/N and Freddy decide to move in together, marking a new chapter in their relationship. As they settle into their first apartment, they realise that home is not just a place, but the person you share it with.

You look at the pile of cardboard boxes blocking the apartment doorway and laugh. "This was definitely easier in my head," you say, nudging one with your foot.

Behind you, Freddy lifts another box onto his hip and groans. "Correction," he says. "This was easier in your head. I knew moving day was really an endurance test."

You grin, fishing the apartment key from your pocket. "You're the one who insisted on carrying three boxes at once."

"I wanted to look cool."

"You dropped a frying pan."

"It betrayed me."

You unlock the door and push it open with your shoulder. The apartment is empty. The walls are white, the wooden floors shine, and sunlight streams through the big windows. It smells a little like fresh paint and dust, as if no one has lived here yet.

Neither of you says anything for a moment. Freddy steps in first. His sneakers squeak on the floor. "...Whoa."

You follow him, your heartbeat quickening. "This is really ours."

He slowly turns in a circle, taking everything in. "Our apartment."

You nod. "Our apartment."

A bright, genuine smile spreads across his face, and it's impossible not to smile back. Suddenly, he wraps both arms around you. "We did it."

You laugh as he nearly knocks you over. "We actually did."

The excitement lasts exactly twelve minutes. That's when the argument begins.

"Bedroom faces east," Freddy insists, pointing dramatically across the apartment like a lawyer presenting evidence. "Morning sunlight. That's science."

"You hate mornings."

"I do."

"So why would you want the morning sun?"

"...To motivate Future Freddy."

"There is no Future Freddy."

"There could be."

You fold your arms. "The bed goes against that wall."

He narrows his eyes. "You've become power-hungry."

"I've become correct."

"This relationship has changed you." You can't help laughing.

After moving the bed three times in twenty minutes, you finally settle on a compromise. Neither of you remembers who won, but the effort leaves you both smiling. Arguing, laughing, and working together, you realize each small disagreement helps build something stronger between you. Teamwork is messy, but it makes you feel like a real team.

By late afternoon, your whole body aches. Half the furniture is put together. The rest looks like modern art.

Freddy sits cross-legged on the floor, staring at an instruction manual upside down. "I think we're missing a screw."

You glance toward the coffee table. "The screw is in your hand."

"...That explains a lot." You burst into laughter. He smiles at the sound. "I like making you laugh."

"You usually do it accidentally."

"The best comedians work that way."

You end up having pizza for dinner. It's not planned, but you can't find the box with the pots. You both sit on the living room floor, surrounded by unopened boxes, eating right from the pizza box.

Freddy nudges your shoulder. "What's the first thing you're unpacking tomorrow?"

"My books."

"Predictable."

"What about you?"

"My movie collection."

"You own too many superhero movies."

"There is no such thing."

"There absolutely is."

"There isn't."

"There definitely is."

He gasps dramatically. "I can't believe I'm living with someone who would say something so hurtful."

You steal another slice. "You'll survive."

"I'll never recover emotionally."

As evening falls, golden light fills the apartment. The walls don't feel empty now. It's not because you've unpacked much, but because there are blankets on chairs, shoes by the door, your mugs in the kitchen, and Freddy's backpack where he left it. Your lives are already mixing together. For a moment, you feel lucky to be here, starting this new chapter with him. Gratitude fills your chest, warm and steady.reddy watching you. "What?"

He shrugs. "Nothing."

"That's a look."

"I was just thinking."

"Dangerous."

"Very." He smiles softly. "I've always wanted this."

Your teasing fades. "This?"

He nods around the apartment. "Not...the apartment exactly." He reaches over, taking your hand. "I wanted a place where we'd come home to each other." Your chest tightens. "No hiding. No rushing. No more wondering when we'll see each other next." He squeezes your hand. "Just...us."

You lean against his shoulder. "I wanted that too."

Night falls before you realise how exhausted you are. The bedroom still has unopened boxes stacked against every wall. The curtains aren't hung. The closet is empty. The only fully assembled thing is the bed. Barely.

Freddy flops backwards onto the mattress with a relieved sigh. "If this collapses," he says, "I want everyone to know I believed in us."

"You built it."

"Exactly why I'm worried."

You lie beside him. The room is quiet. Outside, distant traffic hums softly. Inside, everything feels still. Comfortable. Real. Freddy reaches over until his fingers find yours. Neither of you speaks for a long moment.

Finally, he whispers, "Think we'll be okay?"

You turn your head. He's smiling, but the uncertainty behind it is harder to miss now. Moving in together is exciting. It's also new. Different. You lace your fingers through his. "We won't always agree."

"Nope."

"We'll probably argue over dishes."

"Almost definitely."

"You'll leave your shoes everywhere."

"They're decorative."

"They're hazards."

"They're expressive."

You laugh quietly. "But we'll figure it out."

He studies your face for a second before smiling again. "Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I guess home isn't really the apartment."

You tilt your head. "No?"

He shakes his head. "It's wherever you're waiting for me."

Warmth spreads through your chest. You squeeze his hand. "I was about to say the same thing."

He grins. "See? We're already becoming one of those couples who share a brain cell."

"I was hoping for two."

"We'll work our way up." You laugh, the sound echoing softly through the mostly empty room.

The apartment still needs decorating, and there are boxes left to unpack. There will be late-night grocery trips, burnt dinners, forgotten laundry, and arguments to work through. There will also be lazy mornings, movie marathons, quiet evenings reading together, and all the small moments that turn four plain walls into something special.

You picture the two of you making breakfast on a Sunday, laughing as you try to flip pancakes, or sitting on the balcony with coffee, watching the city wake up. Maybe you'll finish that puzzle or hang up the photo booth pictures you both love. With Freddy's hand in yours, you realise home wasn't just inside this apartment. You brought it with you.

[xigbillclinton]

favourite character bingo 15/24