fredrick jones

@fredrichjones​

shaggy was seeing a ton of people come and go into his field of view tonight. with the party being so mysterious it did make his heart race a little more than a normal party would. but he didn’t want to be called a coward for being spooked by not recognizing most of the people there. he had pre-gamed before arriving to calm his nerves, but it didn’t do as much as he hoped it would. not even a pep talk from scooby before he left did much. so it was time for option b; the food. he could eat his way into anything if he tried hard enough, and his stomach was grumbling the moment that he stepped into the place an hour or so ago. stepping carefully as he tried to make his way to the table of delectables, he nearly tripped on his own feet. luckily, there was someone there to catch him. with a lazy smile on his face, he looked at his savior. “like, thanks, dude.”

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Fred, who’d found himself distracted by the multitudes of semi-familiar faces, was ready a break; he’d chatted with his bar buddies, met some friends of friends of friends, and had joined the mass on the dance floor long enough to greet everyone there he recognized. It was fun, tapping into the side of him that loved partying, but as always, he’d naturally found himself looking for the gang again an hour or so later. It might’ve been harder, if he couldn’t guess which direction at least one of them would be in, so he excused his way through the crowd until he found Shaggy. Or, until Shaggy found him. Fred reflexively lifted both hands to break the fall, one landing on the front of a shoulder and the other a chest. “Shag,” he acknowledged with a semi fond smile, not letting go until the other gained his footing. “If you’re falling for me, man, you could’ve just said so.” He wiped the crinkles out of Shaggy’s shirt fabric before glancing back up at his face, smile widening. “Having fun?”

“Something’s missing?” Aurora repeated softly, looking around the room as though whatever it was would suddenly appear ( though it might have already ). Her eyes returned to his behind her mask, inviting and warm. She knew there were those who would be watching her tonight, checking to see how she behaved at an event like this but this was harmless. Nothing to worry about. “Perhaps someone to dance with? I’ve been looking for someone myself but haven’t found anyone, I was almost tempted to take to the floor by myself.”

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Fred’s eyes stayed focused on Aurora for a moment before following her glance, taking in the room around them. “Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, slightly nasal behind his creeping smile. Island events brought out the best and worst in people, and when he looked back at the woman, he had no clue what this one had in store. He didn’t even know the blonde that well, but that much he had the power to change. “Dancing alone, at a masquerade? When you never know what monster lies behind the mask?” His lips, left uncovered by the phantom mask, now pursed contemplatively at the statement. After a moment, they parted in a playful huff, just as Fred lifted an elbow out to her. “Luckily, a twisted arm won’t make me worse on the floor.”

Eyes roamed the crowd of mask-adorned party-goers, not sure who she was looking for exactly until she spotted someone. A familiar young man who had certainly made her holidays a little brighter. Walking through the crowd, her dress floating behind her, Aurora stepped close to Fred with a playful smile on her pink lips. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Jones?” // @fredrichjones​

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The end of the year had filled the never gloomy island with a new energy, practically palpable in the grand ballroom. Drinks were flowing, the food smelled great, and Fred had already managed to find many of the people he wanted to, so early in the night. The last person on his list was proving to be the hardest, so separate from the rest, but it seemed she had taken matters into her own hands. Lips pulling into an easy grin, he watched her grace closer to him, enjoying the view he was granted. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s kind of felt like something’s been missing, so far...” He ducked his head in with the words only to pull back with a playful smirk. “Any ideas?”

Fred scoffed dramatically once. Then twice. “Disgusting?” He asked, giving the steaming mixture another stir before crossing the kitchen. “I don’t think you’ve ever made it right, then.” He grabbed the strainer, placing it over the bowl assuring its stability. With that line, Fred grabbed the pot and carried it over, pouring it slowly through. Velma had just gotten home in time to voice their opinion of the drink, but that was okay; the magic step was the next one. After tapping the strainer twice for extra liquid, he placed it into the pot and put both in the sink. “Wanna do the honors?” He asked while running his hands under cool water to rinse an excess egg off. Fred’s head tipped in the direction of the dark liquor, grin menacing. “Three cups.” They were making a double batch, and everyone knows you do a bit more than double the alcohol for such. @jinkiesdinkley

Velma had always been Fred’s go-to person for learning new things (that were in their wheelhouse), and this time was no different. Growing up in a house with hired staff meant that, when he wanted a gift wrapped, it just appeared as such. Now, he had no clue how to make something look nice, evidenced by his attempts to wrap presents on his own. With a sigh the blond gave up, climbing out of bed and carrying Daphne’s poorly wrapped present with him to Velma’s room. “Hey, V?” He called before reaching the door, knocking on it twice once he was close enough. “I am in need of your brain. And company. And maybe tape, if you have some to spare.” He added in parts, afterwards glancing down at the stacked high tape barely holding the wrapping in place. @jinkiesdinkley

Fred grinned as he turned to press the curve of his back into the edge of the bar, glancing down at his shoes. “You want to know what I think?” He asked, eyes trailing back up at the woman sat next to him. “I think he was insane to bail on you tonight.” Aurora had confessed that she was only alone a the bar because she’d gotten ditched, an explanation he believed given the fact that he hadn’t seen her out before. Because, trust him, if she’d gone out alone before, he would have noticed. He’d noticed her in seconds tonight, though her costume made that all the easier. “He can look, but he won’t find an elf sexier than you in Corona.” Was it overstated? Maybe slightly, but not by a landslide; there were beautiful people everywhere, but there was no room she wouldn’t hold ground in. With that, the corner of his lip twisted into a small smirk but he cooled it down a bit, lifting his glass towards hers for a cheer. “To a happier holidays?” @slccpingbeauty

It wasn’t Fred’s party, but it practically was. Coming to Corona with money immediately placed him in the good graces of some wealthier families, and, when one of the younger, kidless couples he knew had determined to throw an event, he’d been the person they’d called. A mistake, at best. He’d brought much more life to the house than they’d anticipated, and many more people, meaning he was playing greeter tonight. T’was the season. When the doorbell run next, audible over the music only to those listening for it, he excused himself from the far too sober attendee to pull open the oversized front door. “Sibella!” He recognized with a grin, tipping his top hat at her (just one hint that he’d gotten a bit too into the role). “Come on in.” He stepped out of the doorway to let her in from the cold, now welcomed also by the sight of bodies and swelling music. When he closed the door behind her, he glanced up as by fluke, acting shocked and pointing to the hanging green. “Mistletoe.” When he looked back down at her, it was with a friendly but mildly suggestive grin, raising an eyebrow. “Care to start your night off right?” @fangtasticsibella

Fred carefully poured out the box of ornaments onto the couch, unnecessary but helpful in seeing which ones they had to work with. They had been collected slowly over time, conglomerating store-bought, homemade, and improvised into something that felt equally personal to all four of them. Decorating it was always an event that Daphne partook in, but this year, it was Fred’s turn. “Oh, hey! You’re supposed to hide this in the tree, and-” Fred began, reaching for the pickle ornament before dropping it. “Shaggy!” He knew the guy wasn’t home, but when he picked up what was an actual old pickle, oddly conserved until it crumbled slightly in his hand, it was gut reaction. After grimacing for a moment, he picked it up again, only to quickly rush into the kitchen and throw it out. “Did you know that was in there?” He called back to Daphne, left now by the Christmas tree as he washed his hands. After drying them on a paper towel, he walked back her way. “Wanted to see if I loved you enough to touch a nasty pickle?” @meddlingdaphne

daphne sits on the couch, wrapped up in her fuzzy purple blanket with a cup of tea on the table in front of her. it was rare that daphne spent much time in the living room, on the move so much she hardly thought twice about the shared living space in the home. but given everything that went down during the blizzard, daphne was hardly interested in being alone right now. “freddy,” she whines, tilting her head back to see if he was on his way back from the kitchen or not. she’d all but whined her way into getting him to watch movies with her, and she wasn’t afraid to resort to whining to get him to hurry back either. she was perfectly within her rights to be needy. “you can pick the next movie if you want just stop taking forever with the snacks.” @fredrichjones

It seemed like they’d all been grateful for company lately, but who could blame them? They’d had to fight off a snow monster, for christ’s sake, and, given their already codependent natures? The gang probably needed a solid week cooped up together to get over it, yet that didn’t mean Fred had succumbed to Daphne’s movie invitation immediately (even if he’d denied her on principle, at the beginning). He was just walking into the living room, armed with a small snack board that even Shaggy would approve of, when the words echoed around the corner, causing him to grin. “That’s a lot of power, Daph. Sure you don’t want to rethink?” It wasn’t likely he’d let her, admittedly, given the fact he was already running through a long movie list in his head. Fred centered the tray on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. “Because we haven’t watched The Year Without a Santa Claus in years,” he started, lifting the corner of her fuzzy blanket and shuffling as much of his body under it that he could. The effort only led to him invading her personal space, but sometimes, that was what she needed. “And I’m ready to inform you that you’re wrong.” About which miser was better, that was -- an age old tradition.

Shaggy happily took the mini lasagna rolls from Fred, a triumphant smile on his face. “Do you like, want it now?” he asked innocently, picking a roll up between two fingers to hold up near Fred’s lips. He wasn’t going to smash the roll on his face so he tried to be a little careful with it. “Daph won’t find out. You should see the stuff I sneak into the van at night. As long as I don’t get stains anywhere, it’s like, all good.” His stomach was grumbling but he refused to eat a bite until he saw Fred take one first. Before it was to tease him but now it was just to prove to himself that he had willpower. A man with willpower didn’t get caught eating extra mini lasagna rolls.

Fred should’ve felt like he lost, seeing Shaggy’s victorious grin, but he hadn’t been heavily invested in winning this one. If he didn’t get them now, after all, it was likely the brunet would just sneak back later. He watched the rollette get lifted towards his lips, trailing the motion with his eyes. “That only explains about half of the weird smells in there, you know.” The other half... Well, there were some things he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. His friend didn’t seem to be wavering in his offer, so Fred leaned the short distance and accepted the mini lasagna, biting lightly on the fingers before doing so. It was good, and hadn’t looked so big before, but the thing was dense, and chewing on it proved that maybe he hadn’t made the smartest decision in trying to down it in one go. He was no Shaggy, after all. “I feel like we should’ve smoked before we came,” he confessed, realizing as the pasta came to rest deep in his stomach that they’d missed what could’ve been an important step.

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the phantom files S3E18: “frosty the snowman.” location: winter festival in winter village. guest star: mystery inc. @fredrichjones​ @jinkiesdinkley @zoinksduude 

it would be danny’s luck to find himself stuck in the ice palace in the midst of a blizzard. well, stuck with a group of kids he barely knew in a seemingly empty skating rink to be more exact. it’s interesting how a matter of moments can change the atmosphere of something so drastically. as the first night of the festival came to an end, the cheerful energy the night had been engulfed quickly shifted into confusion and annoyance as a storm hit out of absolutely nowhere. and the once packed ice palace became the eerily quiet spot that housed a small group of people who’d gotten caught outside at the worst time. with the power knocked out due to the storm, they had no choice but to sit and wait — wait for the snow to let up, wait for help, just wait. “still no service.” danny grumbles as he looks at his phone again before tossing it to the other side of the bench he was sitting on. “any luck on your end?” he looks over at the mystery inc group. inviting them to be on the show was was a no brainer, but as he sits in the dark with them and one cameraman and no real idea when they’d get out of here he’s starting to think this was a mistake.

one thing about velma was, they were meticulous. they planned for every detail, every kind of wrench that could be thrown into their plans. when planning for the winter festival and filming with danny, they checked their weather app multiple times and a blizzard was never predicted. so, being unprepared for such an event has left them on edge the moment the snow picked up seemingly out of thin air. right now all they could think about was how absolutely freezing cold they are. arms wrapped around themself, velma huddles close to daphne for warmth. they can feel themself shaking, teeth chattering from the bitter cold. no electricity meant no heat, no connection on their phones, no signs that point to getting out of this sooner rather than later. with the blizzard showing no signs of stopping, velma can’t help but sigh at danny’s words. they’d been staring at their phone screen for what felt like hours in hopes by some kind of miracle they could get reception. they shake their head, slipping their phone back into their coat pocket. “ none at all. doesn’t look like we’ll be getting any kind of connection either if this blizzard doesn’t let up. “ they lament, head resting on dapne’s shoulder. “ there was no mention of this in any weather reports “ they point out. “ there weren’t any signs it was coming either.. do any of you find that strange? ” they ask, looking around at their fellow friends, danny, and his crew. // @meddlingdaphne​

in hindsight, daphne could have dressed a little better for the weather. even before the blizzard hit she’d been cold, the tights she paired with her skirt doing very little for her. but she’d never been known to compromise a look for practicality before and she certainly wasn’t going to start tonight. but as she sits next velma, huddled up to her best friend as they shiver, she thinks maybe now should be the time that she puts practicality before aesthetic. “nope.” daphne answers danny, popping the ‘p’ on her answer deliberately. she hardly wanted to think about what it meant that they still didn’t have service, and didn’t want to entertain the idea that they might be stuck here until the morning. when Velma rests their head on her shoulder she smiles a little, giving their hand a little squeeze. “i mean, this island is weird.” daphne sighs, quoting dipper as her explanation of it. “last month it was disappearances, this month it’s strange weather patterns.” it’s said with a little annoyance, because all this and still no closer to finding any real monsters or ghosts. that was the whole reason they’d come here in the first place. @zoinksduude

shaggy was not prepared for the winter festival to get spooky in the slightest. he was havinf a good time with his pals, he ate a lot, he was high as fuck, and all of those things would be fine if dark abandoned ice rink hadn’t been added to the equation. now he was antsy, cold, and shaking as he tapped his foot on the ground so he wouldn’t sprint at the doors and try to pry them open with his bare hands. “this is creepy,” he mumbled, talking aloud but to himself. “not digging this. not groovy…i want my mommy.” he was ready to go insane in here. freeze to death from his own anxious tears. he was not sure which would happen first but they were the only scenarios his brain could come up with. he wanted to scream but he didn’t need the gang to see him worse than he already was. his phone had died hours ago and that didn’t help with anything. he was in his own world when things like this happened. he knew he was aware his friends were close but he felt himself dissociating hard, so he held himself and closed his eyes, foot tapping, hoping scooby-doo was okay. @fredrichjones​

They may not have been solving any major mysteries lately, but the gang sure had seen their fare of hardships. That’s why, when they got trapped inside the ice palace, it just seemed like another day in their lives. Fred immediately clicked onto low power mode upon arriving, a fact that he was proud to have thought of, but the way he constantly sat on his phone cancelled out his great planning. His genius came in spurts. “Aw, it’s okay, buddy,” Fred said, wrapping an arm lightly around Shaggy’s shoulders. He gently pulled him a little closer, subconsciously intending to comfort him with body heat, as he looked around at the gang. “The blizzard came without a warning, so it’ll probably go without one, too. We just have to wait it out,” he stated, the words founded on nothing but basic responsibility to take leadership in moments of confusion. If he came off as competent, the others did too, or so he’d come to learn over the years. Squeezing Shaggy’s shoulder lightly, Fred glanced over at Danny. “Can we get any B-roll, for now? Commentary on getting stuck, like a ‘hidden pains of fame’ thing?” No one else would care about that much bonus footage of his friends and him, but he’d sure love it. @imgoingghcst​

“Fred Jones, sounds like a lawyers name.” Someone she would trust to destroy an ex-husband in court and take all of his money. Not that she even knew anything about this guy and what his future held. For all she knew, he was a common criminal but with that face, she was sure he got away with a lot of things. Eyeing his drink, she was happy to know that she wasn’t the only one taking advantage of the wintery mixes, they were actually pretty decent. And strong. “I have a very strict rule - no new friends.” Paz mused, her tone mirroring his, lips curling into a one-sided smirk. “But I’m willing to make an exception every now and then. You seem like someone I might want to be friends with.”

“Then my dad got his way,” Fred agreed, smirk turning mildly more vulnerable at the joke about his parent. In reality, he’d been born and raised to Ivy League his way into the most expensive court rooms in the world. He hadn’t nailed the school bit, but there was still time to figure out the rest. Pacifica’s eyes traveled to his drink and back, a motion Fred could easily follow, and his eyes naturally mirrored down to hers. “If you’re looking for exceptions, I’m going to suggest that I’m a solid pick,” he responded with an air of cockiness, countered by a boyish grin while his eyes flicked back to hers. “I can make sure all your drinks are doubles.” It was a good offer usually, but at an island event (where everyone was looking to blur their vision slightly), it was practically a pickup line, he’d come to learn.

closed: @fredrichjones​ location: Entrance to the Festival

Pacifica got the festival a bit earlier than her friends but it would have taken too long to go home and wait and then come back so why not get a drink and wait around? Winter margarita in hand, she spotted a semi empty table, there was only one other person sitting there, and climbed up to sit on top of it, her feet resting on the bench. Simultaneously scrolling through her phone to read the latest gossip and sipping on her drink, it took her a moment to realize she didn’t actually know the person she was sitting with. Tilting her head, light eyes rose to study the figure. “I don’t think we’ve met. Pacifica Northwest.”

It might’ve been early, but Fred was already making a dent in his second mule. Island events were notorious for their excitement (just ask anyone who attended the last one) and cocktails, two things he had no intentions of missing out on. He’d been debating wandering further into the festival, as sitting alone could only be entertaining for so long, when a stranger propped herself on the table next to him. And, well, it wasn’t unwelcome, but it certainly wasn’t expected. Fred took another sip of his drink while watching her out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he should say something. Fortunately, he didn’t have to mull it over for too long as the dirty blonde turned to look at him. His head turned to acknowledge her, as if he hadn’t already, while a smile tilted up the corner of his lips. “Fred Jones.” Pacifica had an air to her that he was naturally drawn to mirror, so after taking another sip, he pressed the palms of his hands into the outer edge of the bench he sat on, leaning his weight back onto them. “Is this how you normally make new friends?” He asked, words laced with a teasing tone and smile growing slightly.

Shaggy let out a gasp when he heard he could have only two. He knew the gang was trying to keep the island’s samples safe but Shaggy thought that was stupid. He had total self-control, he just didn’t care to use it when it came to his palette. But he had to say Daph because they all knew Shaggy would listen to his inner Daphne. “Like, that sounds like the wrong number, but it’s fine.”  He was going to protest to Fred paying for the food, but he knew that was another argument not worth fighting. So instead he just presses himself a little closer to Fred’s arm and rest his head on his shoulder. Looking up at him, he gives him a shit-eating grin. “Thanks Freddie, you’re so like, kind and stuff.” 

He could’ve predicted Shaggy’s reaction, a testament perhaps to how long the two had known each other. Yet, he was grateful that the other didn’t put up too much of a fight. Well, that is, until he nestled into his side, because, as well as he knew Shaggy, Shaggy knew him. Fred turned his head enough to look down at the far too happy face, blindly maneuvering the familiar card out of his wallet slot. With a sigh and a reluctantly indulgent half smile, he lifted the occupied hand to tap his knuckles lightly on the others chin, shaking his head. “And you’re evil.” He looked back at the worker and held up five fingers, exchanging payment before she dished the mini lasagna rolls into the paper container. Once he received them, and exchanged a quick well wish to enjoy the festival, he offered out the dish to Shaggy. “One of those is mine, but if Daphne finds out, I’m blaming you.”

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Shaggy was really excited for the Winter Festival. Almost all of his favorite places to eat were whipping up some holiday treats and Shaggy was determined to try two of each treat. He knew that when it came to his ambitious eating that a lot of people would prefer to let him do it alone, but today he had Fred to keep him company. Sometimes Shaggy had no idea what he would do without Fred; he kept him out of trouble, away from terrifying creatures, and was nice to be close to. Shaggy had the tendency to forget that boundaries were a thing sometimes so when his nose caught whiff of something spectacular he had grabbed Fred’s hand and dragged him to it. “Like, this might be the best day of my life,” he said happily, eyeing the mini lasagna rolls in front of them. “I bet I could eat like, all of them.”

Fred couldn’t help but to laugh as he was dragged across festival, Shaggy’s nose turned up like it always was when he smelled something good. It was a habit he must’ve acquired from Scooby, or so the blond had come to believe, but it never led them wrong. This time, it led to a glass display full of (admittedly wonderful smelling) mini lasagna rolls, and he couldn’t even be mad about it. Not when the other was so elated by the sight, at least. “I bet you could,” he easily agreed, a statement he likely would’ve fought coming from anyone else. “But you know what Daph said.” She’d given them, or more rightly, him, specific directions not to let Shaggy run any stands dry. Not for the businesses’ sakes, but because Shaggy would be talking about it for weeks if he filled up too soon and didn’t get to try everything that caught his eye. Or, worse, he’d still try, and then they’d have to nurse him back from the mother of all food comas. She had a point. Fred pulled out his wallet, flashing a polite smile at the worker quickly before glancing back at his friend. “Two?”

Phoebe sighed loudly at the revelation, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Of course it is. Everything here is!” She stared longingly at the bear for a second, contemplating whether she really wanted to spend most of her money on it. “I thought these things were supposed to be fun.” She turned to the stranger with a sad look on her face. “I am not having fun.”

Fred understood the frustration all too well. It didn’t take an empath (thankfully), and he offered her a sympathetic smile. “That doesn’t mean you can’t make it fun.” Between being in a good mood, and his friends having wandered off in search of food, it was an easy decision to wave over the booth worker. He handed off a tenner from his wallet in exchange for another bucket of rings, and glanced at the blonde as they were placed down. “New rules...” He hadn’t thought too far ahead, but luckily, he was quick on his feet. “If you can bounce a ring off five bottles in a row, before I can, you get to pick your prize. Free of charge.” It wasn’t like a stuffed animal would make a dent in his wallet, after all. “You in?”