#Billy batson x reader

[writersmacchiato]

Dating Billy Batson…

Pairing: Billy Batson x Reader

Warnings: first time writing for Billy/Shazam!

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• He holds on too tight. He’s scared to lose you, it terrifies him. The constant insecurity that somebody better will come along and swoop you off your feet. Or that you'll get tired of him and leave.

• Once the puppy love/spend every possible moment together/attention starts to wane as everyday life gets in the way, Billy panics. Instead of a natural shift in the relationship, he sees it as the end looming ahead. It’s only after you’re a few minutes late to a date, forgetting to text Billy an update, and arriving to see Billy visibly upset that you realize just how much he’s hurting. Has been hurt. How careful you need to be with his heart.

• You take good measure to get better at communicating after that. Even if it’s telling him you’ll be busy from a certain time so you can’t talk or see him, it makes his heart spin at the fact you’re considering his feelings. He does the same, keeping you in the loop - though turning into his Shazam! counterpart makes that difficult (more on that below)

• Takes forever to open up but once he’s in, he’s in.

—texting you random things he thinks about, sending pics (you’ve seen too many of drooling Freddy and other various unflattering photos of his siblings).

—is SUCH a good listener. Will only interject with things like “-she said what!” or “-that’s like totally insane!”, always things that let you know he’s actually listening. He knows what it’s like to have no one to rely on, so he wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you. For anything. Even if it’s just a bitch sess.

• Grins like an idiot whenever you give him random affection. Kiss on the cheek, a quick hug between class, shoulder squeeze, hand holding. He loves it all

—That said, he's awkward reciprocating it. He never turns away from your affection, but giving it back... it's taken a lot of effort for him to be comfortable doling it out.

—the best he can do without squirming too much is hand holding.

—absolutely loves when you want a hug. the first few times he's stiff and will pat your back until you pull away first. now he loves to be wrapped around you.

• One time he was playing, and losing, a video game, when you came over and sat on the armchair beside him. hand resting on the back of his neck.

—intimacy like that makes him feel so mushy gushy. it's so casual but the affection behind it... makes him swoon.

• Jokingly says his love language is all 5 (words of affirmation, acts of service, physical touch, quality time, and gift giving). he's half-joking. definitely needs a lot of time spent in your company to be reassured that you actually like him and want to be with him romantically (the one text post that goes: “do you like me?” “we’re married.” “answer the question.”)

—words of affirmation: will crumble if you're feeling extra verbally expressive, cheeks flushing red but trying to remain a cool front as he tells you, 'no no, keep going'. the first 'i love you' was such a rollercoaster. in the midst of an argument, you had been upset, worried about him.

“i just love you, okay! and it makes me really scared when i know you're out there being reckless."

his brain shortciruates and any frustration he felt drained away instantly.

“you love me" he whispered almost to himself.

you were exasperated. “of course i do, Billy."

will always feel a thrill in his chest when you say it, no matter the circumstance.

—acts of service: absolutely melts if you do anything for him. at all. even if it's something as simple as getting him a drink because you noticed he finished his old one. of course, once you've done something for him, he feels like he has to pay it back somehow. it takes awhile for you to get through to him that you like doing things for him because you like him, and not because you expect anything in return.

—physical touch: kinda already covered it, but it's reassuring to him. if he's having a low moment all he needs is a hug and he's already feeling better. your presence is soothing. can spend a long time just cuddling (super top secret, no one can know: Billy loves to be the little spoon). will tap your hand three times randomly, a little silent 'i love you'. does it without realizing. is so flustered over kissing. he will get cherry red and then deny being shy while his heart is hammering away in his chest. what a dork.

—quality time: has a set day of the week that you'll do something together, whether it's see a movie, have dinner, go to the park, etc. it doesn't matter what it is but phones are on do not disturb. sometimes all you do is lay in bed and complain about your weeks, ranting and gossiping. he enjoys those dates especially.

—gift giving/receiving: anything you get him, he will keep forever and cherish. will yell at Freddy if he tries to throw something away. "that 'trash' is actually a paper straw ring that y/n gave me!" it could be a literal rock you thought was cool, he's keeping it. has a spot on his desk with the things you've given him. he's always sending you pics of things that remind him of you: sunsets, animals, flowers, anything. and somehow always saves up to get you something for your birthday.

• Does not have a social media presence at all. he only got Snapchat after being bugged by Darla and Eugene. he has seven friends. you’re his number one best friend/highest streak.

• Makes a private instagram account so he can like and comment on anything you post. also to make sure no one is creeping on you, because he knows a caped crusader with lightning fingers that might pay someone a visit. only follows you and Darla back.

• Phone wallpaper is you and him. changes it all the time depending on what photo he's obsessing over.

• Almost cried in front of everyone when you gave him a framed photo of you both for his birthday. it’s on his nightstand and he looks at it every night.

• Loves how well you get along with his siblings but also needs your attention 24/7 so he’s quick to take you on dates away from them. though they somehow end up crashing it 6/10.

• Thought his chest was going to implode when he saw you using chalk outside with Darla one day. he didnt even know you had come over. making him realize you hang out with his siblings without him, he’s a little butthurt.

• Darla is a huuuuge fan of your relationship. She may love you more than Billy. seriously. was so pumped to meet you for the first time, had a sign made and everything. Billy was worried her energy would be too much for you, but you love Darla. If Billy is your number 1 best friend on snapchat, then Darla is number 2.

• Sometimes you'll play video games with Billy and Eugene and Billy tries to hide how shocked he gets when you can beat a level that he can't. he's just really bad, give him a few pointers!

• Billy anagonizes over telling you about his superhero persona. on one hand, it's hard to lie to your face and he knows that it comes off as shady or weird when he's randomly disappearing with a flimsy exuse. but he also doesnt want to endanger you either??

— You put the pieces together very quickly (Freddy whispers very loudly) and enjoy watching Billy squirm for weeks. until one day you happen to have a run in with him in his suped up form.

— “Wow, thanks for the help sir."

"Of course, anything for you. Uh, citizen of Philadephia."

"I wish there was a way I could repay you."

"Your safety is all I need!" Cue thumbs up and a wink, cheesy grin that was so Billy.

"Perhaps a kiss?" You press, watching his face fall as he scrambles for a reply. Your stomach hurts from the effort of not laughing.

"That would not be appropriate. You’re a civilian- I'm a hero! And also way too old. Like 30 years old."

"I don't kiss and tell."

Billy / Whatever the hell his superhero name was mouth drops open in shock. "Don't you have a boyfriend!?"

You make a show of looking around. "I don't see him around."

"Y/N!"

"Yes, Billy?"

"How could you! Wait."

You burst out laughing.

"That's what you get for keeping this a secret from me! Now tell me everything because I still don't know how this is you."

"Hey, this, is a god and it's really cool."

• After that fiasco, Billy loves to send you videos of him flying around the city (he stopped after a bird pooped on his head), sending goofy selfies as his alter ego that make you laugh. He's taken you on flying trips too but after the bird incident you're not as keen anymore. Though you can’t deny it’s romantic watching the sun set on a really tall building with nothing but you and Billy, talking about your futures.

“You know I’ve heard that college is a sucker for foster kids, I should apply.”

“We could apply for student housing and be roommates.”

“No more Freddy snoring.”

“No more rules, just me and you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“. . .”

“Actually college campuses have a lot of rules. Probably more than we have right now.”

“…just watch the sunset.”

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Chapter Six: The Summer of a Lifetime

Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Heiress of Gotham | Previous Chapter

Summary: With things out of the way and perhaps a little more trust, maybe the reader will finally start to make some progress, and a few friends along the way.

Warnings: Spying, Being Spied On, Insects, Wet T-Shirts, Flirting,

Words: 3.6k

A/N: While this chapter may seem like it takes a lot of twists in turns in the vignettes, it's sort of meant to reflect the ups and downs and small moments we have during summer. Honestly, though, this is perfect for the introduction of certain characters and plotlines I wanted! القرف = ‘shit’

It'd been an interesting end to the school year, really, and that's aside from the fact that you'd had to deal with and go through the grief of your Mother passing. Within the few months you'd been at Wayne Manor, the family had quickly learned many things about you. Bruce had found out how frugal and tenacious you are, insistent on selling some of your old articles of clothing for money on some app he could never remember the name of, meanwhile refuting the many attempts he'd offered to take you out shopping. Who wants to go shopping with their Dad anyway? He'd been consumed with work, and therefore more time had been turned over to your brothers.

While school was out for both you and Damian, Tim had decided to take summer classes at the nearby community college since it'd make his college applications only look better. Dick, of course, was still working, and Jason, really, you had no idea what was going on with him since it seemed he had most days free and nights taken. While you'd considered the possibility that someone associated with the Wayne family had a night-time job, you also didn't want to think of someone who very quickly became a big brother to you in that manner. That was just... ew. With the three eldest gone or rarely home, you'd been left with Damian and Alfred mostly.

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“So… you’re spying on your own child because…?” Tim draws out, leaning against the motherboard as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s Bruce? You’re not the first. Thought you would’ve been the wiser, Green Bean,” Dick chides as he manually stitches another loop into his uniform. Seated on the edge of the metal table propped against the railing on the other side of the platform.

“She’s been watching television for over two hours straight. Is this unhealthy?” The man of the hour speaks, eyes unmoving from the image of you through the lens of one of his pesky drones.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s supposed to be parenting, yeah? You chose to bring her on, you choose what’s healthy and unhealthy,” the elder boy retorts, a clear sass in his tone that reminds Bruce where Damian’s gotten it from.

“Hn,” the old man groans, “That doesn’t mean I know what’s standard in teenagedom as of currently,” he grumbles more to himself than anyone.

“Have you tried, I don’t know, just talking to her?” Tim asks, an eyebrow quirking as he doesn’t try and hide the amused smile breaking across his lips.

“You’re one to talk,” Bruce teases the boy. He’s still somewhat resentful of the way he’d handled things with Stephanie a few years ago now.

A huff of annoyance leaves Tim and he rolls his eyes. Pushing off the computer, he turns to head for the stairs when he spots movement on the monitor. Dick doesn’t seem to care, rather, he’s focused on fixing and upgrading his equipment. However, Tim watches from just a few feet behind the old man’s chair. His drone follows you as you get up, bringing an empty dish and glass to the kitchen. You don’t notice, of course, as Tim knows this has to be one of the nano drones, most likely, disguised as a fly following your movements through the Manor just a few hundred feet above them.

It’s uninteresting, really, the way he watches you put your empty dish in the sink along with your glass. Your visage shifts, heading back to the living room, but doesn’t fail to notice the nano drone. “Spotted,” Tim announces, curious to see where this goes.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Most people aren’t fazed by an insect,” Bruce defends, finally taking his gaze off the screen for a mere moment as he turns to Tim. The boy watches as you step closer to the drone; the still fly on the fridge’s handle was easy to spot, and while your eyes quickly move on in an attempt to seem as if you hadn’t noticed the bug, not wanting to disrupt it or scare it away, you step closer to the fridge.

On top of the box lies an item you’ve been grateful for ever since you’d gotten your Mom to buy it offline. Easily stepping on your tiptoes you grab the object’s handle and have your finger ready atop the trigger. Now all that’s left is to catch it off-guard.

The amused look on Tim’s face makes Bruce paranoid; blue eyes racing back to the monitor, he watches as a tennis-racket swatter comes his way. Lifting the nanodrone up and off the surface he barely escapes the touch of the electric swatter. Bzzt! He’s hit. Flying across the kitchen and landing on the counter, he turns the drone around to get you in frame again. “And you thought she wouldn’t do anything,” Tim laughs. An error message pops up, screen turning red along with the artificial voice alert. Clearly you’ve damaged the drone.

“It only took twenty-five percent capacity,” Bruce announced, clicking different keys to get everything back to neutral.

This elicits Dick’s eyes as his focus shifts up to the situation before him. An amused smile graces his lips and he can’t help but sometimes pity the man. Bruce… tries. He means well, but he doesn’t always have the best approach. “Gotta say, this is better than reality tv.” His Father shakes his head and, attention returning to the monitor again after being distracted by Tim.

“You risked a drone for this? Come on, man. This is your own daughter we’re talking about,” Tim chastises, even if he’s still laughing and more than amused by this. If he wants to waste his tech, by all means, let them watch. It’s not like he can’t get more.

The men watch as you look around the kitchen, eyes taking everything in. With an occasional turn, and a flip of your hair, he’s spotted again! This time Bruce sees you coming before he can be squashed. Out of sight, out of mind, he thinks. “Honestly, I’m just lucky she didn’t spot me earlier. Ace and Titus weren’t the most helpful considering they kept tracking my movements, clueing her in. But she didn’t get me until now.”

“I’m impressed she even got you at all, honestly,” Dick comments, drawing their attention again.

“Not a fan?” Tim asks, curious to hear his thoughts. After all, he hasn’t been around as much considering things have been busy with school, and hectic with Stephanie… therefore, he doesn’t know as much about you. He hasn’t spent as much time around you as the others.

Met with a noncommittal noise, Tim watches Dick shrug. “I’ve got nothing against her aside from what she said at her dinner and obviously her hate for the BPD,” he trails off, a shudder running through him, “then again, she was kind of insane when we were moving her stuff. Threatened to kill us and all. Not really the type of vibe you wanna have running around the house, you know? At least, not mine, I’ll tell you that.” With a chuckle, Dick lifts the needle to his mouth, teeth going for the fabric since he hadn’t bothered to grab scissors.

Tim almost laughs along with his brother, that is until he processes what he’d said. “Wait, what-?!” Eyes quickly darting between him and Bruce, he’s suddenly alert. “What do you mean she tried to kill you?! What’re you talking about? Hey- why didn’t you tell me this?” He zeroes in on Bruce, determined to get an answer. “Does Damian know? Why am I the last one to find out about anything around here?” He complains.

“I mean she tried to-“ Dick begins.

“She did not! Dick, stop exa-“ Bruce interrupts.

“Bruce-“ Tim interjects, eyes suddenly on your approaching visage in the drone’s visual. “Bruce!” You’ve got the fly cornered, with one swift sweeping wack, and a press of the button, it’ll die.

“What?!” He yells. As soon as he turns from Tim to the monitor he’s too late. Zzztt!!! They all grimace and wince. An alert pops up on screen:

‘V I S U A L L O S T’

The options to ‘connect to different device’ or ‘relay input’ lie underneath the big text, but ultimately you’d destroyed the thing. With the click of a button Bruce closes the tab and the background of the Manor’s security camera feeds linger. Alfred dances in the office as he dusts along, presumably, to music—Bruce knows his routine. On another, you’re carrying the nanodrone on the electric swatter to the trash, disposing of the ‘fly’ you’d killed. Lastly, Damian is reading, doing his homework as he sits in an armchair by the fireplace in the Library, Titus curled up by his feet.

“Dammit! This is why you can’t just be in here. You’re either here for a purpose or you’re out,” Bruce dictates. “Dick is actually doing something, Tim. You’re just gossiping.” With a defeated drop of his hands to the desk, he raises himself from his computer chair and rounds Tim.

“You still didn’t tell me what happened,” Tim argues, the anger in his voice no longer hiding. “I’m tired of being out of the loop! What happened?” he demands. A sigh weighs Bruce’s shoulders down, and as Dick finally takes in the men before him, he doesn’t dare to add any more flame to the already burning fire.

“She was involved with Marin. Alright? She thought he was coming for her, momentarily figured we were in on it. Satisfied?” Bruce responds, turning to face the boy.

They all know he’s been hurt. That he has trauma… it’s no secret. Yet, it’s only in few and far between moments that the boys are able to see things for what they are in a crystal-clear view. This is one of those times. Their warped views on good and evil, right and wrong, revenge and punishment… they blur the lines of reality in ways he’s sure that you, a civilian, would never understand, and yet… Tim realizes the weight of this.

“Who-?”

“Angel Marin. Bludhaven’s biggest mob boss,” Dick informs. A ‘Hn’ leaves Bruce’s lips as he makes his way toward the stairs, and a sigh leaves Tim. With a grateful nod in Grayson’s direction, Tim follows after Bruce.

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“You know, someone mentioned your birthday is coming up,” Bruce teases, a hint of a smile hiding behind his wine glass.

The quick flash of a smile overtakes your face before you try to hide it. None of them miss it. “Um… yeah. W-who said?”

It’s invisible, perhaps, to all besides those who know him best, however, Bruce pales at the question, faltering. While you’re good at reading people, you don’t notice. Whether it’s the subject matter or the way everyone’s staring, you simply wait for a response.

“Uh, the-“ he clears his throat, eyes suddenly downcast as he reaches for his knife and fork to cut his steak, “the social worker! Yes, she mentioned it while you were in your meeting.” Obviously a lie. If anyone truly knows Bruce the way most at the table do, they'd know he found it in your files and footprint.

“Oh,” you respond, putting on a fake smile as you too attempt to hide behind the meal. Birthdays can be a big deal for some, and others, not. It all depends, and you aren't sure where things lie in this family. You still feel like an outsider, despite their attempts, and you don't want to burden them further.

“We could have a party!” Damian suggests, to everyone’s surprise.

“You just want a party,” Jason comments with a chortle.

“Is there anything you want?” Dick asks, looking down at you from your side, putting you on the spot. His kind blue eyes stir something within you, and you turn your gaze back to your plate. Busying yourself by cracking your knuckles, your lips purse into a line. With a shake of your head, it’s clear no one is sated.

“There’s nothing you want? At all?” Bruce prods, eliciting your eye contact again. Lips pursing even more you shake your head again.

“Um,” eyes falling to your lap you collect yourself, not allowing your imagination to run wild. “You taking me in was enough. Thank you.” Voice quiet, everyone has their own reaction to your words, albeit unbeknownst to you.

“Oh, shut up! You know there’s at least one thing you want,” Jason teases from across the table.

“Oh? And what’s that since you know her so well?” Tim pries, knowing he’s setting his brother up. Jason hesitates, almost choking on his drink which elicits laughs from the boys, and an amused smile from Bruce. As bickering starts to ensue, you decide.

“I-“ all eyes turn to you, “I want a party!” You announce. With a confident smile, you figure, how bad could it be? After all, parties don't need to be big! Something sweet, the family there, and a boardgame is all you'd need for it to be considered a party to you.

“See? At least I know what she wants,” Damian chides proudly.

“Oh? Well what kind of party would you like?” Bruce asks.

“Who do you want to invite?” Dick inquires.

“What’s the theme?” Jason adds.

“Actually, isn’t your birthday coming up now that I think of it?” Tim voices his concern over to Jason.

“Uh…” Jason shakes his head a little, taken aback, “I mean, I don’t really celebrate anymore since-“

“-the same day as Alfred’s, that’s right,” Bruce saves them, an unfazed smile on his lips, “though I believe we can celebrate both, can’t we?” While you’re not exactly paying attention, to the rest of them there’s a silent, yet menacing request behind his eyes. It’s clear they’re not allowed to speak freely anymore, no matter your new seat at the table of their family.

“Okay, but mine comes first- or did you forget again?” Damian asks with a bite. Upon the silence, he rolls his eyes and goes back to his meal with the exasperated sound of his breath hitting his tongue against his teeth. An audible ‘Tt’ sound.

“I didn’t forget, Damian,” Bruce clenches his jaw and grips his glass a little tighter. Does every family dinner have to turn into a fight? “You know I was with the-“ he catches himself, “Hn- that I had to-“

“-business calls… we’re well aware, Father. Perhaps you’ll do yourself a favor and won’t miss your other child’s birthday,” Damian finishes the conversation. “Not that I count on it.”

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Walking through the pool room, you’re focused on texting Daisha, intent on telling her the good news!

‘Omg you’ll never guess what just happened! I’ll ha-‘

Splash!

A dissatisfied exclamation escapes your lips as you stare at the wet stain on your shirt. “Really?! Dam-“ looking up from your drenched navy tank top, your eyes widen and lips part.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought you were Damian.”

You quickly take in the super-soaker and the boy’s apologetic expression, and it’s easy enough to put two and two together. As footsteps quietly click against the tiled floors of the locker rooms leading toward the pool deck, you grab the boy’s hand and drag him back the way he’d come around the corner. There lies a linen closet between the pool, laundry room, and stairwell. With a swift hand, you open the door and shove him in, following after as you quietly shut the door.

A bemused smile appears on his lips as his eyebrows furrow. “You’re his sister,” he whispers with certainty, “I’m Billy.”

Whispering back your name, he repeats it. Visibly eager on saying something else, you place your fingers on his lips to shut him up. He follows your eyesight, both of you staring through the slats in the closet door. With a keen ear, he gets the gist and remains quiet. As moments pass, you can feel the boy staring; curious, you meet his gaze only to find him searching your eyes. You can’t help but notice how pretty his are. Though you almost get swept up in admiring his features, you hear a faint creak only meters away; with a motion of your other hand, you beckon him to hand you the gun.

Transferred into your open hand, you slowly remove your fingers from his lips, cupping the barrel of the super-soaker while the other wraps around the handle, fingers ready at the trigger. With a head nod toward the door, you mouth the words: ‘On three! Ready?’

Billy seems to understand, as he holds his hands up in a ready stance to push open the doors. Together, you both mouth the countdown (which is really a count up, but anyway): ‘One… Two…’

“THREE!” Busting out of the closet, Damian is just a few feet from your right. It’s easy to spin and shoot as you’d been prepared, having watched him walk past the door together. Your brother had jumped, yet shot a few instinctive rounds of water, splashing both you, Billy, and the wall.

“القرف! What the hell! What are you doing here? Who let you play?” Damian curses, holding his gun in a stationary position once you’ve all recovered from the attack. His suspicious green eyes narrow as they dart between the two of you.

“I figured it was only fair since you didn’t let me know about your little game and I got caught in the crossfire,” you reason, pointing to your shirt with the gun.

“I accidentally shot her thinking I had you cornered, so…” Billy’s words die on his tongue. Without sparing the kid a glance, you shove the super-soaker back in his hands before offering him a grateful smile. At least you’d hit Damian once, you figure. With that, you’re more than happy to abandon the boys to their games as you walk toward the laundry room to see if your clothes are finished drying.

“You didn’t tell me she was my age!” You head Billy yell before a series of exclamations and curses follow with the sound of splashing water and rapidly receding footsteps.

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As stupid as it was to find your thoughts continuing to drift back toward a certain brown hair, green-eyed boy, you couldn’t help it. Though you’ve grown more tolerable of one another over the past few months, you still can’t believe that one of Damian’s friends is who’s on your mind. Nevertheless, fate would seem to have an amusing time linking the two of you together, constantly running into the other.

You suppose it isn’t strange after all, especially when considering he is one of Damian’s friends… however, you find him over the at Manor more and more often after the initial first time he’d quite literally bumped into you.

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“Grab me a juice box? I forgot one too—“ Damian’s voice echoes throughout the theatre as Billy yells back an affirmative answer and heads back toward the kitchen.

“Oh, hey-" You greet, backing up as a familiar figure exits the home theatre.

“Hey- what’s up?” Billy asks, a friendly smile gracing his lips.

"Was just gonna get a snack before we start," you tell him, "Guess we're headed the same way then," you tease. Walking down the hallway and up the stairs to the kitchen, you're aware of your brother's friend just a few steps behind.

“Are you gonna watch with us?” Billy asks hopefully.

“I mean, if that’s okay, yeah, I was planning on it." You respond, not thinking about it too much. After all, you want this popcorn to be good, not a burned pile of charcoal.

“Oh, I didn’t mea-“ Billy goes to correct himself.

“It’s fine. I’ll be down in a minute, I’m just making my own popcorn because the boys would eat it all otherwise,” you joke. Surely since he's friends with Damian he knows what the guys are like.

“That’s smart- that way you don’t have to share and keep passing it back and forth the whole time.” Billy adds on.

“Yeah. Do you want some? I can make another little packet,” You offer.

“Sure! I can do it though, you don’t have t-“ He argues.

“-I don’t mind! I've gotta wait for it anyway and grab some bowls. So I'll see you down there!" With that reassurance, Billy offers you one last smile before taking the juice boxes downstairs.

The older boys and your Father had insisted you pick the movie considering it's your first movie night with the family, and while most of them had been dreading what genre you'd pick, everyone ended up excited to watch a classic comedy most of them hadn't seen in years. Snuggled up under the fluffy blankets with your popcorn and the laughs of your brothers all around, you couldn't help but enjoy the fun.

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Most of the summer felt like it was spent in your room. Whether it was trying to explore the things that truly make you happy, or being lonely in a place that still feels entirely all too unfamiliar despite the fact that it's been a couple months.

The material things did help at first, the new environment, the little gifts your Father and brothers would treat you to, like those little Squishmallows you'd always seen and wanted at the store, but never bought yourself. They were more expensive than you'd ever thought to casually pay. Nevertheless, you've started to make your room truly your own. With decorating, personalizing, and getting into your own sort of routine, it seems that everyone has been slowly becoming used to this new lifestyle.

Alfred insisted that as summer begins to come to a close, you all decide on either making time for a vacation, or perhaps you and Damian get involved in extra curriculars. In the sake of preparation for school, you'd taken up driving lessons as you'll soon be old enough to begin the process of obtaining your permit. Then there was also the announcements from the school you'll be attending in the fall; with sports and clubs gearing up for homecoming, tryouts were coming up. Your Father had insisted that Damian consider a sport this year, and Alfred equally has been trying to push you in any sort of direction that'll lead to getting you out of the house and your room.

Needless to say, he wouldn't let go of the idea that your mental health could use less isolation and more friends, hobbies, and pursuance of your 'passions' even if you're not entirely sure what those are yet. It didn't take long for you to succumb to your butler (essentially) grandpa's badgering. Though you have a plan in mind for what sport you'll be trying out for, you haven't revealed them to the family. The way they seem to share everything is... still new, and somewhat unsettling to you.

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incorrect quotes with ✨️Freddy, Billy and Y/n✨️

*Y/n is telling a story*

Freddy: Wow, Y/n, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Billy: Romance?

Freddy: I have a crush on them.

Billy: When Y/n was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Freddy: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

Y/n: Guess what number I’m thinking of.

Billy: 420?

Y/n: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.

Freddy: 69.

Y/n: Yeah it was 69.

Billy: Y/n, Freddy, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

Y/n, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Freddy is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

Freddy: I love you too :)

Y/n: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...

Y/n: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Freddy: ...That took an unexpected turn.

Billy: So did their neck.

Freddy: I will find us a covered wagon and horses.

Freddy: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

Billy: Oh, please. We're not children. *Freddy leaves*

Billy, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

Y/n, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

Billy: Some people are like slinkies.

Freddy: What?

Billy: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Freddy:

Freddy: Please don't push Y/n down the stairs.

Billy, pushing Y/n down the stairs: Too late.

Y/n, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Billy: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Y/n: Ohhhh-

Freddy: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Freddy: It's locked.

You got a lock pick?

Billy: Yeah-

Y/n: *kicks in the door*

Y/n, reading the newspaper: Huh. Did you know Nickelodeon opened a hotel?

Billy: Yeah, I went there once. There was a dead squirrel in the pool and I made Freddy cry by telling him it was the real Sandy.

[gay-dorito-dust]

either freddy or billy- or both! (separately)

hoodie stealing?? either reader stealin' theirs or them stealing readers??

‘Y/n!’ You heard Billy exclaim, freezing you in place.

‘Yeah?’ You called back, hoping he hadn’t finally found out about your little secrete.

‘Have you seen my hoodie anywhere? I can’t seem to find it.’ Your eyes widened as they glanced down at the slightly fleeced red fabric adorning your body protectively. Yes, you had stolen Billy’s hoodie and no you didn’t hold an ounce of remorse for doing so as it was your favourite article of clothing that he owned but there was one slight problem; the red hoodie with the light fleeced insides was also his favourite article of clothing.

‘Nope,’ you replied, trying to be as casual as could without raising suspicion, ‘are you sure Freddy hasn’t thrown it out the window or something?’

‘Trust me I’ve looked and it looks like he’s finally stopped tossing my clothes every time I mess with him and upped his game.’ Billy said as he began to trudge up the stairs and you were startled out of your temporary stupor and rushed to jump onto Billy’s bed, burying yourself under the blankets, making sure that every ounce of red was hidden from view.

‘What’re you doing?’ The boy asked when he saw you tucked tightly underneath his bed, looking over at him innocently. You shrugged, ‘just… felt like lazing in bed.’

‘Uh huh,’ Billy started as he moved to stand at the edge of your bed, watching closely to how you seemed to avoid direct eye contact with him and how your hold on the bedsheets were tight, almost as though you were hiding something. ‘Is that what your planning on doing the entire day? Do you mind if I join you?’

You tensed, breath hitching in your throat but you tried to remain steadfast. ‘Aren’t you and Freddy going down to the comic shop today? You’ve both been planning on doing so for a while that- NO!’ You screeched towards the end when Billy ripped away the bedsheets and saw the hoodie that he has been looking for all morning adoring your body as you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

‘It’s not what it looks like!’

‘Freddy?’

The boy froze, having been caught with your hoodie between his hands, he looked towards the doorway where you were leaning against the wooden frame, arms crossed and a look of amusement on your face.

‘Stealing my hoodies are we?’ You asked, already having found your answer in his stunned silence.

‘No…maybe…okay yes, yes I am.’ Freddy sighed in defeat. ‘But you can’t blame me! It’s not my fault your hoodies are nice, warm and-‘

‘Smell like me?’ You finished for him, moving over to his side, ears managing to catch his sheepish little ‘yeah…that too.’ As he bowed his head out of slight embarrassment that you might find him weird for doing so but when he heard you chuckle, he felt intrigued enough to look back up into your eyes.

‘Yeah sure, laugh at the weirdo.’ Freddy snarked, you knew he wasn’t upset or mad in the slightest from the way he looked at you brought him close into your side as you held him there. ‘You could’ve said something you know instead of going behind my back and stealing my hoodies, you hoodie stealer.’ You joked, tickling his sides and laughing when he jolted even further into your side.

‘But you know what,’ you said, gesturing to the hoodie still clutched in his hands, ‘keep it.’ Freddy stared at you as though you’ve grown a second head. ‘What?’

‘Keep it.’ You reiterated causally.

‘You want me to keep your hoodie?’ Freddy asks, holding up the bunched fabric in question as if to make sure that it was the same bunched fabric that you were talking about.

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘I think it suits you better then it ever did me.’ You told him as though it were obvious, ‘besides I think it’s cute that you’d want to wear something of mine. So please keep it and wear it to your hearts desire.’

Freddy looked at the hoodie then back to you, then back to the hoodie again as he swallows thickly. ‘May I give it back now and then when it stops smelling like you?’ He asks and a smile graced your lips as you watched the boy wrestle your hoodie over his head and down his body.

‘Of course you can sweetheart, it’s our hoodie after all.’

[bimb0fy]

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ!!

-> ᵒⁿᵉ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ, ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ!

monkey d luffy

-> ˢʰᵃᶻᵃᵃᵐ!

Freddy freeman

Billy batson

-> ᵃᵛᵃᵗᵃʳ!

lo'ak & neteyam

-> ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ!

ethan landry

-> ᵈᵘⁿᵍᵉᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ!

simon aumar

-> ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ!

hobie brown

[theyluvlyss]

𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I literally just came up with this little drabble, and I'm sorry, but it's funny to me, so-

but anyway, two more shazam fics are on the way pretty soon (one freddy, one billy), and then I got a stranger things/mike wheeler request after that, so be on the lookout :) !

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

《 ♡ 》 oneshot/crack-fic

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

reader loves it when billy showcases his power. billy loves showing off to his girlfriend. it's a win-win situation, to be honest.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

yelling/screaming (in a good way, dw) - lots of begging from reader lmao - billy being easily swayed bc he wuvs you🥰 - dang, this is kinda crazy sounding outta context, huh? - anyways - this whole thing is just very berry cute, methinks - good vibes only, supa good vibes only✨️ - shrek reference

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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"Do the thing!"

It was a sudden squeal, almost as if you'd been holding it back for a while. Not to mention, the walk back to his place had been comfortably silent the whole time before, your hand in his with both stuffed off in his coat pocket in order to shield them from the cold, winter weather.

Although, the squeezes you would give occasionally should've been somewhat of a warning sign. Billy just figured it was a silent, "I love you" of some sort, returning the action every time with butterflies in his chest that kept him warm.

He never would've guessed them as a sign for an incoming fangirl moment. And so, to be sure...

"What thing?"

Not that he wasn't genuinely confused, of course.

"Ya'know... the thing that I like?"

He looked down at you, met with your beaming smile back up at him that brought on one of his own. Still unsure, though, merely repeating the words you had jingled to him all of the sudden back to you in a tone of skepticism.

"The thing you like?"

"Yeah!" You chriped, waiting for him to catch on excitedly, only to be mildly disappointed when that moment never came and he shook his head in dismiss.

"...I don't know, I'm still lost."

"Billy, noo..." You whined, nudging him a bit with your side as the walk continued. "Pleaseeee?"

"What thing?!"

And before you could fully explain yourself, you saw a look in the emerald of his eyes that told you he was faking, the boy having caught on by this point and leaving you to huff and turn away.

"...Stop, you know what I'm talking about, you're just being mean."

Deep chuckles came from his chest, Billy nodding to himself in amusement after you had realized he was teasing you. And, because it was in his nature, he continued to do so until you would ask properly.

"You're right, I do know. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Mncht." You clicked your tongue but didn't give in to the vexing feeling of your boyfriend complicating the process, keeping strong at your pleads in hopes to simply just wear him down.

"Billyyy...please do the thing? Please?"

"C'monnnn..." He urged, nudging his shoulder with yours, and was satisfied with the roll of your eyes and his implied directions followed.

"Hmff... Can you pleaaase say the word? Please?"

"You want me to say the word~?" He repeated, this time with a tone of flirtatiousness that you willingly succumbed to, snuggling up to his arm almost too cheesy for your own liking as you gave an eager, "Yes!"

"Mmm, I dunnooo'..."

This boy and his need to taunt, you swore, would be the death of you...! And yet, it was charming enough for you to let it slide.

No, he was charming enough for you to let it slide. Shaggy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes and those cute dimples whenever he flashed you that winning smile...

Plus, you had been on the verge of geeking out the whole day out with him. Your boyfriend is a superhero for Christ's sake! Of course you'd want to randomly see the magic of it all from time to time! And it's not like you ever knew him to shy away from amazing you whenever he could. So...

"Please-please-please with a lot of maraschino cherries on top?"

Billy laughed at your specifics, already in the midst of guiding you towards a secluded area away from crowds and bystanders.

"Okay, okay, but only because you asked so nicely."

"Yes, yay-yay-yay...!!"

Your cheers and giggles of excitement went hushed by your own hands, waiting in anticipation as Billy took some safety steps back away from you and gave one last look around the area. When he was sure he was in the clear, he granted you your wish. Did just as you asked...

He said the word...

"SHAZAM!!"

...and with a thunderous crash of lightning and a blinding light for only a moment, he was transformed into his older, super-self, and you were laughing wildly through jagged gasps of amazement.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

A little bit of a crazy laugh, you'd admit later, but not the point-

"Yeah? How was that?!" Billy-... Shazam asked, his arms spread wide open as he walked closer to you.

"Super loud and scary!" You squealed, hopping around like a little girl who was seeing a fireworks show for the first time, the glowing emblem on his chest casting you and the entire alleyway in gold.

"Yeah?!" Shazam nodded in confirmation with a grin just as wide as your own.

"But it's so hot!!"

"Yeah, it is...!"

Billy's ego? Boosted.

Your fangirl levels? Off the charts.

Hotel? Trivago.

"Okay, now do it again, but back to you-you." You demanded requested, doing a small spin move with your index finger while Shazam dropped his arms to his side.

"Dude-"

"-Please?" You cut before he could provide any light scolds or reasons as to why he shouldn't. You were his girlfriend, and you were so cute looking up at him, expecting to see her boyfriend, now, and not some grown man version of him she... liked... but didn't truly care for.

"...Okay."

"Yay!" You clapped, moving yourself back this time to avoid a second lighting strike.

"SHAZAM!!"

And with that, he was back to himself, your Billy Batson, standing with his arms still open in hopes he'd impressed you the way you had assumed he would.

And god, did he go above and beyond.

"AHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO COOL, I LOVE YOU!!!" You nearly screamed, voice rasping over from the sheer amount of pressure you were putting on your throat.

"I love you, too! C'mere...!" He laughed, admiring your excited figure and the way you were already running towards for him to catch you in his arms in a warm hug.

It lasted for longer than you both expected, but was clearly needed as you enjoyed each other's presence and touch.

"You know what you reminded me of, lowkey?" Billy murmured, no need to be any louder when he was right by your ear.

"Hmm?" You hummed, face pressed into the crook of his neck, cold nose tickling his skin.

"...Do the roar."

You pulled away very slowly. Your face went about as cold as your feet were right now, staring deep into Billy's eyes with a look of pure disbelief.

He stared back. Grinning, head nodding as if to say, "Yeah? Right?" like a puppy.

"You know what?" You hummed gently, returning the smile softly while your vision trailed his features and then down to his chest.

"Yeah?"

You pointed directly to his heart.

"You...are amazingly talented..."

":D!?"

"...at ruining nice moments between us."

":0..."

You nodded, satisfied with yourself at the light tease.

"Mhm, yeah :)."

𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐬-...𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭...𝐢𝐬- 𝐈-...

is it obvious I have such a BAD crush on billy, and this is lowkey shamelessly self-indulgent, or nah🧍🏽‍♀️?

you said nah?

awesome, cool, thanks /ᐠ-⩊-マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me🤭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

1,132 words

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[shzm2019]

Hey just saw your post, so glad there’s a new Shazam writer because the lack of them is so sad omg. Anyways I was wondering if you could do a fic with Freddy x reader where reader is popular and asks him out and they started dating but Freddy’s family think reader is so paying a joke on him (cause she’s popular and he’s not) so they’re not really nice to her. Then reader gets upset cause she really likes Freddy and wants to make a good impression so Freddy gets like mad at his family and u choose the rest

Totally understand if you don’t wanna do it xx

hello!!

sorry for the late response, but unfortunately i only write headcannons and preferences.

if you're looking for tumblr writers who do shazam oneshots though i definitely recommend checking out the tags below!!

(not sure if some of these are still accepting shazam requests)

@shzmluvrs

@therapy-ghost

@bimb0fy

P.S if you're a shazam writer please let me know and I'll add you to the list :))

[emmaloo21butwriting]

Can He Save Them

@gay-dorito-dust for supporting the idea :) I was the anon, I don’t know why it went anon that was not on purpose @sweetheartlizzie07 because they said they wanted to read it, and btw it was inspired by Andrew Garfield y’know

warnings because it is a handful; Crying, Kidnapping, Screaming, Panic Attacks, Death, Acid, Denial, and tell me if you find more please

also, if you find a section that says she/her pronouns, tell me. That’s how I’m used to writing but I’m trying to switch to they/them. But I do still use girlfriend in this fic, I don’t like using partner because it seems kind of weird to me, any suggestions and I’ll change it

Also, it’s an angst fic

”My girlfriend has been kidnapped,” Billy said to Rosa, “Why would I not freak out?! How could someone know I’m Shazam! What did I do wrong?!”

“Billy, calm down,” Rosa hugged him, he was crying, then then the news channel sent out an emergency video to be watched.

Everyone turned to see it.

“Hey, Shazam,” a man in a black mask said, staring at the screen in front of him.

“I hope you’re seeing this, because, I’m not doing it again. But your poor dearest Y/n is with me and, I’m assuming you want them back, yes?” He chuckled, “Either, you give me your powers, or they die, or both! It is your choice, I know you love them, and how easily I could snap their little neck would hurt, would it not?” Then it switched back to the news.

Billy was having a panic attack on the floor, Rosa was in front of him, he was sobbing, he could not breathe, his whole body trembling.

“Billy, Breathe.” Rosa said, “I know people hate getting told that, but please try.”

He did, he really did.

“You go save your girlfriend, okay? But the others are not home, so it’s just you.”

“I..” He leaned into his mothers embrace, unable to bare his hurt.

•••

Shazam saw Y/n, tied up, upside down, about to fall into a pool of acid.

“Hey, where’s the staff?” The guy asked, his voice way squeaker than before.

“You sound so menacing,” Shazam chuckled.

“That’s what they said to!” He whined, “Now, where is the staff?”

“You don’t have it?” Shazam stared at him.

“No, I don’t, which means,” he pulled a lever and Y/n fell in, Shazam screamed.

“And to know it’s all your fault,” he grinned, disappearing with a snap.

Shazam stared into the bucket of acid, they were in there, he flew up, pulled the rope that held them, tying it up so they hung up, he untied them, holding their body.

He then flew away from the acid, down to a pond at a park and placed them in, acid going everywhere, they was dead, he was sobbing.

“No, that’s not fair!” He cried, “Y/n! Y/n!”

The commotion was heard and people went over, Victor stared at Y/n and Shazam.

Freddy went over, staring.

•••

Billy had shut everyone out of his life, he would no longer go on missions, anything, he just hated the thought.

He killed his girlfriend, his love, the person he could always rely on. The person he adored, he trusted.

Their funeral was today, he was crying and sobbing, but their body was not found in the casket, their mother screamed.

Billy had gone silent, his crying stopped, he said nothing, the ring he had in his pocket. The one he was going to propose to them with today if they still had been able to go on that date.

It was a mystery, no one understood. Billy had never been more freaked out, where were they?

•••

Billy was crying in his room, when the door rang to the house. He just so happened to be the only one home. He went downstairs and answered it.

“Hello, honey.” Y/n’s mother smiled, “I’ve got something to tell you…”

[morenapanda]

Looking Through Your Window

Billy had decided to follow you home. 

It wouldn’t be the first time he had done so but it was the first time in which he was this angry while following you. Normally he would be content with following you and watching you from your bedroom window. He had to hide himself well because your apartment was small and your family seemed to be everywhere. Even your room held no privacy since you had to share it with your brother. 

It didn’t matter though as long as he could see you.

There were days when he was lucky and he would hide outside while the house was almost entirely empty with you being the exception. On those days he got to see sides of you no one else would ever see. 

Some days it was you singing songs off-key while cleaning, others it was you dancing along to songs you played on your phone. His favorite days however were the days in which he had to actively hold himself back from barging into your room. The days where you closed your curtains and he had to get as close to the window as he could so he could sneak a peek.

The days where he caught you touching yourself. 

He can’t exactly pinpoint when his infatuation with you started. He just remembers taking notice of you after some chance encounters. The time you offered to help him with a math problem. Another time the two of you had run into each at the school library. Then there was time he caught you staring at him. 

These moments may not mean much but they meant a lot to him now.

The moment that truly led to his infatuation was when he was once again beat up by the typical bullies in his life. They had been bothering Freddy again, never seeming to get the hint that if they messed with Freddy then they messed with him. He did what he typically did, which was insult them and draw their attention to him only to make a mad dash to create some distance from them. 

Sure he could fight them and win but he was trying to take his secret identity seriously which meant sometimes taking some hits he wished he could just fight against. 

On that particular day though, he spotted you outside of class. Possibly taking a breather, you had suddenly turned towards him. He took notice of your eyes widening and a look of concern cross your face. As you began to walk towards him he wondered how bad he must look. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He wasn’t sure what to do, people didn’t normally notice him when he happened to be injured.

You cleared your throat. “Well I noticed that you seem to be hurt. You wouldn’t mind if I patched you up would you?” You asked while scratching your neck. You pulled bandages and a first aid kid out of seemingly nowhere with your other hand. 

Billy decided there was no point in saying no. “Alright, sure.”

You quickly sat down next to him and got to work. As you tended to his injuries Billy took the time to study you. You didn’t really stand out, there were moments here and there where he saw you with who he assumed were your friends but you didn’t seem to be popular. Your looks were pretty average too. You weren’t one of the prettiest girls in school but you weren’t ugly either. You seemed to hold the perfect balance in being an average student. 

“Well there you go. I hope these injuries heal up soon. I’ll see you around.” With that you quickly stood up and headed back into the school. 

Billy realized that had been the first time anyone has ever looked after him like that. Of course he has his family and they help him fight crime, and they always make sure to check up on how he's doing but this is the first time someone has patched him up like this, the first time someone who isn’t his family looked out for him. Sue him if he was a little intrigued. 

His intrigue quickly turned into obsession the more he learned about you. He remembered hearing about how easy it can be to either hate or love a person once you get to know them. Clearly he was heading in the love direction. The small things that he learned about you just made him like you more. The way you seemed to easily get distracted. The way you seemed to make faces at people without even realizing it. The way you seemed to get lost in reading. The way your hair curled. 

There was always something new to learn and figuring out how to do so without you noticing was half the fun.

So here he was, following you home as it had become routine for him at this point. Although today would be the first time he ever followed you home with you actually leading him here intentionally. 

You had shown up to school in an outfit he would never have expected you to wear. Not because you couldn’t pull it off (because you definitely could) but because you normally didn’t wear anything like it. You normally just wore the typical casual wear that just about everyone wore to school. A normal t-shirt and jeans, that was your go to. He even remembered you mentioning how you would like to wear nicer outfits to school but that there was no point. “School isn’t a place to wear a good outfit, it would be too much work for a place that drains me of all my energy. Besides, I'm too lazy to really make myself look good for school.”  That was your explanation.

Clearly you had changed your mind considering you were wearing one of the prettiest outfits he had ever seen you in. It was a baby blue, strapless dress that reached above your knees. It hugged your curves just right and made you appear even softer than before. This was the first time he had ever seen your legs so bare in public. To top it off you had styled your hair differently today. It was free and out of its usual bun, the curls perfectly framing your face.

You left him breathless.

As he got closer to the school he noticed other guys eyeing you up. Of course it wasn’t like in the movies when the girl had a supposedly huge transformation and everyone stopped and stared at her in awe. There were still plenty of people minding their business and heading off to their classes or towards their friends. Not every guy was distracted by your new look either. However , the guys that did stop to ogle at you made Billy see red.

He had learned enough about you to know that none of the guys at school had ever given you a passing glance. You were pretty much invisible to them and from what he saw you seemed to be alright with that. To think that all you had to do was wear a dress and suddenly you became someone worth noticing to them. 

Well he wasn’t going to give them the chance.

“Hey Y/N!”

You turned to look at him, confusion clear on your face. 

“Can I talk to you real quick?” You were talking to your friends but he saw some guys standing close to your group, clearly trying to find an opening to talk to you.

“Sure.” A smile flashed across your face, you seemed to recognize him. You quickly turned to your friends. “Hey guys I’m going to talk to Billy for a bit. I’ll come back if I get the chance but if the bell rings then I’ll see you at lunch.” After getting some nods from your friends you stepped towards Billy.

A triumphant smile took over his face as the guys near your group showed faces of disappointment. He quickly led you to a more secluded area of the school. 

“So what’s up Billy?” 

His mind drew a blank, he hadn’t really thought of what he was going to say to you once he got you away from the group of spectators. He was going to have to wing it.

“Uh I was just wondering how you were doing?” He winced. Seriously? This was the best he could come up with?

“Oh I’m doing pretty good, thanks for asking. How about you, how are you doing Billy?” You looked up at him and Billy immediately lost the ability to speak. He shook his head and tried to gather his thoughts before he made a fool of himself.

“I’m good too. I actually wanted to tell you that I really like your dress, it's really pretty.” Although not as pretty as you. 

“Thanks Billy.” You beamed up at him, a twinkle in your eye. “Something tells me you had something else you wanted to tell me though so what is it?” 

He hadn’t realized how obvious he was being but it probably would be for the best to just be upfront with you. “I uh, just wanted to know why you decided to wear that dress today? Usually you just wear your normal clothes.” He immediately realized how that may have sounded. “Not that you shouldn’t wear a dress or that your usual clothes aren’t nice too! I was just curious and my curiosity got the best of me.” Dang it! That came out wrong!

Instead of getting annoyed with him like he expected you gave him a small smile. “I just wanted to look pretty for once, and if I happen to get attention from a special someone that’s just a bonus.”

Attention from a special someone? Who could you possibly be trying to get the attention of? He thought the only guy you interacted with was him. He suddenly felt a surge of anger pass through him, he should be the only one you paid attention to. 

“Oh? Do I know this special someone by any chance?” He tried to sound casual but if she gave away the guy’s name who knows what he’ll do to him. 

“Maybe.” You replied coyly, playing with a heart shaped locket you were wearing around your neck. “Why?”

“Oh no reason, just curious.” He said, leaning against the wall. He studied your face as if the truth would be revealed if he looked at you long enough. 

“Hmmm, well maybe if you happen to know this guy with brown hair and hazel eyes.” You smirked up at him while he tried to remember any guys he’d seen with that description. A couple of guys did come to mind. 

“Is it Carlos from physics?”

“Nope.”

“Noah from English?” 

“No.”

“How about Kevin from History?”

“Mmm no, give up yet?” 

He could see you enjoying his struggle as you moved closer to him. He was tempted to pull you even closer and hold you in his arms but he knew that you may not be receptive to that.

“Can’t you give me another hint?” He moved closer to you and looked into your eyes, silently begging you to listen. 

“Alright, let me think. He’s really cute and loves to wear red shirts to school.” 

The first part of that hint angered him but he tried to focus on the second part to figure who he had to deal with. Red shirts. Hmmm…who wore red shirts a lot? He thought back to all the guys he’d seen around school. Many of them have worn red before but not enough for this hint to really help him. 

“What letter does his name start with?” 

You reached over and placed your hand on his chest. “B.” You whispered, you then leaned up towards his face and pressed your lips against his.

For a moment he was frozen in shock. He quickly snapped back to reality and kissed you back, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer. 

You eventually pulled back and studied his face. He had a couple of freckles across his nose and you could see the bags under his eyes. His eyes were unfocused and his lips were still slightly puckered from kissing. He was perfect.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist, was that okay?” 

He just stared back at you, his body seeming to be frozen.

“Uh Billy?” You waved one hand in front of his face.

He flinched. “Huh?”

“Did you hear what I said?” A look of concern on your face.

He placed a hand on the nape of his neck. “Ah, sorry I didn’t. Could you repeat it?”

You had a hard time focusing as you remembered the warmth of Billy’s hands on your hips. “I asked if you were okay with me kissing you, I’m sorry I got a little ahead of myself there.”

A shy smile crossed his face. “Of course it’s okay! You can kiss me whenever you like! Wait, does this mean you were trying to get my attention?” 

He could feel the hope blossom in his chest. A kiss didn’t necessarily mean you wanted to date him or even that you liked him romantically, but you didn’t seem the type to kiss someone unless you liked them.

You beamed up at him. “Yes Billy, I like you and I was trying to get your attention. From the looks of things I did a good job.”

“I mean you did, but you already had my attention way before this.” He revealed.

You looked back at him incredulously. “Seriously?” 

He nodded. “Yup.” 

“No way, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure you would like me back.”

“Well clearly I do.” 

That brought his attention back to your dress and how one of his hands was on your hip. He squeezed it knowing you wouldn’t mind since you apparently liked him too.

You grabbed his other hand and brought it back to the other hip. Now that you knew he liked you, you didn’t mind being bold.

“I want you to hold me.”

A blush spread across his cheeks at your words. He didn’t expect you to be so upfront. He couldn’t wait to see more of this side from you.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He squeezed your hips, hoping he would never have to let go of you again. 

“I would love to be your girlfriend.” You quickly pecked his cheek. Your cheeks grew tired from smiling but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Billy Batson was your boyfriend, he liked you back!

“Hey look, I don’t want to tell you what to do but please don’t wear that dress to school ever again. I don’t like all those guys looking at you.”

Your lips stretched into a sly grin. “Billy, are you jealous?”

Billy pouted, “I think it’s fair for me to be jealous, you are my girlfriend after all.” 

He’s so cute! I want to tease him so bad.

“I don’t know-“

“Don’t play with me.” He pulled you even closer, his hold on your hips tightening. “Your mine.” 

You felt a sudden rush of arousal. Your cunt grew wet and you hoped that it wouldn’t show through the dress since you had decided not to wear any panties today. Welp, I can see a new kink has been unlocked, right next to manhandling.

You rubbed his arms, “I’m yours”, you agreed. You had to admit that seeing him act like this was doing something to you. “I’m not gonna lie Billy, seeing you be possessive is really attractive.” The possessive look he wore quickly morphed to that of shyness as his ears grew red and a blush covered his face. “Really?” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about this.” You replied.

He beamed at you, “Well then I’m glad.” 

As the two of you basked in the warmth of holding each other close a group of other students passed, unaware of the two of you being nearby. “Dude I’m telling you she wasn’t wearing anything underneath! No panties or anything. Prettiest pussy I ever saw.”

“No way. She wouldn’t just show up to school suddenly wearing a dress with no panties underneath, she’s pretty shy. I feel like she would have to work her way up to doing that,” his friend argued. “Yeah I can understand wearing something different like the dress but I don’t think she’d go as far as not wearing any underwear. I mean we’re at school, wouldn’t she worry about being caught?” 

“Bro I swear I’m not lying. See for yourself if you want. I saw it when we were walking to History since it’s on the second floor. You have science with her don’t you? On the second floor of the science building? Just look then.” 

“Alright I will.”

As they continued past you two, you couldn’t help but shiver as you felt Billy tighten his hold on you. You peeked up at him, taking note of his furrowed brows and possessive look returning. 

“Billy I-”

“You’re not wearing any panties ?” 

You felt a sudden heat take over your face. “Well you see, I wasn’t sure if you liked me so I was sort of hoping that maybe this would get some people talking about me and I’d get lucky and you’d-”

“That’s not a good reason for leaving your bare cunt out in the open like that!” He growled, moving his face closer to yours. 

“That pretty little pussy is mine and no one else is allowed to see it.” He looked around and grabbed you by the arm. “Come on.” 

He led you over to the classrooms nearby, he studied them before deciding on the one at the very end. This class was known to be typically empty at this hour since the teacher taught only four classes and left soon after they finished teaching. He quickly strode over to the classroom and pulled you in. 

“Uh Billy? What are we doing here?” You looked around the room, all things considered it looked pretty clean. The lights were still on and while there were some papers left here and there, everything was overall pretty organized. You turned back to Billy, he stared back at you, clenching and unclenching his hands. 

“I don’t like other guys seeing you in ways that only I should see you in. I don’t think it’s fair that they got to see your slutty cunt before I did. You did this, knowing they would talk about it. I think it’s time I punished you. Now walk over to that table and bend over .” 

You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body, you hadn’t expected Billy to be this possessive but you couldn’t say that you weren’t into it. You walked over to the table and bent over, placing the palms of your hands on top of the table to hold your body up. As you started wondering if you were doing things right or looking as inexperienced as you felt, you sensed a sudden warmth behind you. You let out a small gasp as Billy came and wrapped himself around you, trapping you between his body and the table. 

“Since you wanted my attention so badly I’m going to do whatever I want to your body and you’re going to bear with it, alright?” Although a question, what he said was more of a demand as he started to touch you anywhere he could reach. 

“Look at these pretty tits, so perky, I can’t wait to hold them.” He rolled your shirt up to your armpits, then unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts and exposing them to the cool air of the classroom. You could feel your nipples hardening, not sure of whether it was from your growing arousal or the chilliness of the room. 

Billy immediately began playing with your breasts, gently squeezing them, occasionally pulling your nipples. 

“Ahh,” you couldn’t help but pant, not expecting to feel so good from having your breasts played with. Maybe your inexperience was making you extra sensitive? You suddenly jolted as you felt something hard press against your ass. It took you a moment to realize that it was Billy’s length. You couldn’t help but moan at the realization.

Not even a minute after, Billy began rutting against you. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the fast pace he set. Billy seemed to grow desperate for more as he unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor. He lowered his boxers in record time and lifted your dress up so that your wet cunt was exposed. 

“You’re so wet for me already, you're such a slut.” He slipped his cock between your thighs. “I bet you had been hoping for this all along haven’t you?” 

You couldn’t help but nod. “Oohh Billy, I’ve wanted you for so long. I wanted you so bad. Needed you to take me and make me yours.” You couldn’t help but spill every dirty secret you have to him. Getting off on him seeing your desperation.

“Really? How bad did you want me?” He asked. He wanted to hear every little thought you had. Have you been dreaming of him? Of the two of you doing this together? Did you like him as much as he liked you? 

“So bad Billy. I dreamt of you all the time. In class, at home, in the car. I couldn’t escape you. I dreamt of you noticing me and taking me in front of the class so everyone could see I’m yours.”

Hearing your confession drove Billy mad as he began rubbing against your wet heat even faster, letting out groans of pleasure. Your cunt was so soft and warm against his cock and he couldn’t wait to sink into you when he got the chance, for now though he’ll stick with the pussyjob. 

He held you firmly against him, arms wrapped tight around your waist to make it easier to rut against you. 

He was curious about what else you dreamt about with him. “What else did you dream about?” 

“Oh Billy you have no idea,” you groaned out, “I dreamt of you fucking me so many times, in so many positions. Of you taking my virginity. Making me your slut and personal cocksleeve.”

Billy’s brain short-circuited at your words. You were a virgin and this depraved? The words coming out of your mouth were so filthy, he didn’t expect you to be this nasty. 

It really turned him on. 

“I guess we’re going to have to make those into reality now aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear. You shivered at the thought of him fucking you dumb. 

“Yes please!” You begged as he continued rubbing himself against your cunt. You were glad that he held you against him otherwise you would have fallen to the ground already. 

“Those guys aren’t allowed to look at you like this. They shouldn’t be able to see your pretty little cunt. I can feel it absolutely dripping and we haven’t even done anything. You must be desperate for my cock.” He was so angry, you were his and it was about time that he showed you what that meant. 

“Billy please, I want you. Please don’t stop.” The pleasure of your clit rubbing against his cock left your head completely empty. The only thought crossing your mind was Billy, and how good he made you feel. 

“That’s right baby, let out as much noise as you want. After all, anyone who hears it will be able to know how good I make you feel.”

“What if someone catches us though?” You whimper. 

“Well that’ll be the perfect way for them to know that you're mine now won’t it?”

“Billy no, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” You didn’t want to be caught naked at school but you couldn’t help the sudden arousal you felt at the idea of people seeing Billy draped over you. Of them seeing the absolute pussy whipped look on his face. The look of pure lust that he had from just rubbing himself against your pussy.

“Don’t lie to me you little whore, I can feel the sudden gush of your juice dripping all over my cock.” He growled out. “I’m going to teach you what happens when you let others see what’s mine.” 

He started sucking on the skin below your ear while he thrusted his length directly against your clit. You could feel your own body trembling from the pleasure of it all. 

“Oh God, I think I’m gonna cum.” You were a bit embarrassed to be finishing so quickly but you chalked it up to still being fairly new to this. 

Watching Billy go crazy from touching you made your arousal only grow. His arms were strong, the muscles obvious from the way he held you. The veins of his arms popping out. You tightly held onto his arms as you felt a rush of warmth run through your body as he drew an orgasm out of you. 

He drew another moan out of you as he started thrusting even faster, chasing his own pleasure. The wetness of your cunt allowing him to move as fast as he needed until he finally reached orgasm. He groaned as he managed a few small thrusts, his balls twitching as he finally spurted out his cum. Some of it landed against your pussy while the rest dripped onto the floor. 

Billy couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could he have known that when he went to school today that he would end up in this position with you. He couldn’t wait to do all the things he had always wanted to do with you and for the two of you to fulfill all the fantasies you apparently had about him.

[maeizy]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Shazam or preferably something on my list like Lockwood and co are my fixtations right now LMAO

HERES MY FANDOM LIST OF YOUR INTERESTED! OTHERWISE JUST REQUEST IN MY BOX!!

Anons are on btw so that's an option

AHHHHH I really want to write for this fandom! And many others. but I lack creativity of my own (LOL)

and I need prompts guys 😭 please request!! I'd appreciate it so much! Or I might actually drive myself to insanity...

[writing-fanics]

but~ I’ll still write for Billy Batson again and Freddy since I haven’t written for Billy since the first movie came out and it was poorly written

[writersmacchiato]

Sleep | Billy Batson

A/N: Takes place sometime after the first movie, interesting how superhero movies never discuss the trauma of literally almost dying lol this was requested - hope you enjoy!!

. . .

You're in that delirious state of dozing off; not quite awake, but not fully asleep. Sleep is beckoning you and you'll soon fall into its sweet embrace--

You shoot up, blankets getting tangled around your waist, arms swiping through the air.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's me. Freddy. It's Freddy. Geez, you almost took my eye out."

In the dark of the room you squint as your awareness seeps in. Freddy hovering by the bed with his hands held up.

"What the heck-" you look at Darla's sleeping form on her side of the room, "-the hell are you doing?"

Freddy quietly groans into his hands. "What do you think? It's Billy of course. Now scoot."

You contemplate kicking Freddy out of your room, turning over and tugging the blanket over your head. But then your traitorous brain forms an image of Billy in his room alone and you're getting up with a sigh.

"I hate you." You mumble as Freddy takes the spot on your bed, switching out your pillow for his.

He grins. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The house is dark and quiet but you've made this small trip enough times that you could do it in your sleep, or sleep-deprieved as you currently were.

Billy is sitting on his bed, eyes blank as he stares at the window. He briefly looks over when you open the door, creeping through.

Immediately he objects, the guilt on his face clear. "Just go back to bed. I'm okay seriously."

"I almost believe that." You shake your head, climbing into the bed with him. "Same dream?"

He hesitates, fumbling with the blanket. "Yeah..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay. Come here." You manage to snag some of the blanket, sinking down until you're comfortable enough to open your arms. Billy wraps himself around you, tension leaving his shoulders when you start to comb your fingers through his hair.

"Goodnight Billy."

You look down to see his eyes shut, breathing steady.

This was becoming routine. You didn't mind, even though Freddy complained about how it woke him up you knew he was worried about Billy. You all were.

Billy had been waking up from night terrors, waking up with the feeling of Dr. Sivana's hands on his throat as him, Billy, not Shazam. He had been embarrassed, seeing as no one else seemed to be suffering through the same thing but you always reassured him.

You kind of liked being able to soothe him, being the one to help him sleep through the night. And, it was funny seeing Freddy's annoyed face every night.

Sleep is calling your name once again when the door creaks open, Darla's sweet face popping through. She tiptoes to the bed, accepting the hand you offer to her.

"Is Billy going to be okay?' She whispers, snuggling up to your other side that isn't weighed down by Billy.

You look down at his face, completely relaxed as he starts to snore. It makes you smile.

"Yeah, Darla, I think so. He's Billy."

She mentions going back to bed, but her eyes are drooping shut with every second and she's quickly passed out on your shoulder.

Billy would be okay eventually.

. . .

[Extra]

"Hey, notice how everyone ends up leaving the room once Freddy gets there?" Billy says to you over breakfast.

You laugh. "Yeah, because it's Freddy. He's so weird."

"I'm literally sitting next to you. I can hear what you're saying." Freddy cuts in, rolling his eyes.

You share a look with Billy, an agreement flashing between you. He picks up his plate and grabs yours while you get the cups.

"Didn't realize he was in the room."

"Yup. Gotta go."

"I hate you both!" Freddy calls to your retreating forms.

[fandomnerd9602]

Shazam tries talking with the Justice Society...

Shazam: okay i think i got your next incredibly cool name - the Assembly of Super Savers!

Al: what the-?

Cyclone: did you just call us ASS?

Shazam: I-uh...maybe? We can workshop the name later.

Y/N: well its better than Al's idea: Super Friends? Half of us aren't even aquaintances!

[unicornkilla109]

Incorrect quotes with ✨Freddy, Billy and y/n✨

Freddy: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Y/n: Ooh, yes please!

Billy, with his laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Freddy: It's not a bug though...

Billy: ...

Y/n: ...

Billy: Well I still don't want to see.

Y/n, realizing: Please don't throw-

Freddy: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*.

Y/n: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Billy: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Billy: Would you like me to tutor you?

Freddy: That was smooth.

Billy: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Billy: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Y/n: I did?

Billy: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Y/n. *walking away*

Y/n:

Y/n: He's gone Freddy.

Freddy, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

Freddy: Tell Billy off, Y/n! Assert yourself!

Y/n: That's my ice cream!

Freddy: Good! Now let him have it!!

Y/n, handing Billy the ice cream: Here, you can have it!

Y/n: *speaking Spanish*

Freddy: I know, I know.

Billy: You speak Spanish?

Freddy: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Y/n speaks.

Y/n: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Freddy a little bit.

Billy, holding Y/n's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Y/n: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Billy: My mistake.

[gay-dorito-dust]

billy batson relationship hcs?

Another lad who’s absolutely boyfriend material even though he might not think it.

Billy, with his obvious abandonment issues, would probably need a lot of reassurance that you weren’t going to just up and leave him in the middle of the night over something inconsequential. After all Billy is just a lost boy in need of a lot of love and affection but he’s scared to admit it out of fear that he’s just only giving people a reason to leave him; He just doesn’t want that to happen to you so he tends to cling on to you tight and hopes you don’t slip through his fingers like sand.

Billy would be that one audio from tiktok I heard ages ago that went something along the lines of; ‘loving someone is to show them your most vulnerable self and pray to god that they don’t break your heart.’ Which I think describes what Billy would be like in a relationship. He’d show you his most vulnerable self, bearing all his scars and wounds before you and praying that you didn’t end up crushing him in the process.

Which you damn well don’t because all you’ve done was hold him as though he were made of cracked porcelain, your hands mending him back together through the art of Kintsugi. You kiss all his scars and ailments whisky calling them the stars that litter his skin. You treat him with a gentle kindness that he wasn’t use to before and once he got a taste for it, he never wants it to go away…even if he does suck at asking for affection within the first few weeks of dating.

An couple of examples of this would be that if Billy were to want a hug, he’d stand nearby all fidgety, running his hands over one another as his eyes were down cast to the floor in an expression that would have one think that he was upset but in reality he was mulling over in his head how he was going to ask. You, somehow seeing through this, would smile and open your arms for him and watch in amusement as he would shuffle into your arms and feel him melt in your embrace.

When he wants to hold your hand, he’d subtly brush his hand against the back of yours a couple of times before you get the hint and grasp his hand, always making sure to intertwine your fingers with his and squeeze tightly so he knows that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination.

Each and every time he’d do this you always say to him, ‘don’t be afraid to ask, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m here to stay.’

Ever since then Billy, whenever in need of comfort, would just flop himself onto you and it didn’t matter where you were during then because for how long he wished, you were stuck within his embrace but you weren’t complaining, He gives the best, most protective, warm and safe hugs you’ve ever experienced.

Protective, devoted and overall loyal. These three words are the best to describe Billy as a boyfriend. He’s naturally protective over you and tends to get overly worried about where you are when you haven’t returned his texts in the past 10 minutes, which causes his mind to overthink of all the bad that could possibly happen, and he’d soon be out that door faster then anyone can say Shazam. Freddy would have to be the one to give him peace of mind whenever this happens but it’s all effectively fruitless with Billy because loosing you wasn’t an option he was willing to consider ever happening. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses his alter ego to check up on you to make sure you weren’t in any real danger.

Loyal- Billy is as loyal as they come, if not the most loyal of even the most loyal of people, and he -much like Freddy- would rather be in your corner no matter what. He prioritises your happiness and well-being over his own sometimes and you have to remind him that being in a relationship is of the responsibility of both people, not just one. Still Billy would make sure your happy with him no matter what, even if he’d have to make a goof out of himself, he’d do it for you within a heartbeat.

Billy’s love languages -in my opinion- are quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service. Though the words of affirmation don’t come until he’s comfortable with himself and the relationship but it does happen.

He’d do small thing for you to express his affection even when he’s probably told you how much he appreciates you the day before, he’s got a massive heart that withholds a lot of love that’s just impatiently waiting to be shared. He’d make you a drink in the morning, tuck you tightly in bed at night, hold your bag for you, help you with any form of workload, make you light snacks when you forget to eat, carry you to bed when he finds you asleep in an uncomfortable position that would most definitely given you a crooked neck and a scream back.

He’s a bit of a nerd so if you were into all that superhero stuff like he is, then you’d for sure have debates on who the better superhero was or who had the coolest suits, weapons, powers, sidekicks, etc. it was just a fun way of bonding for the both of you outside of gaming, going on little arcade dates and movie nights and the like because it gave you all the more reason to hear his impassioned words. He looked youthful when he does so, his face clear of any and all worry and frown lines that seemed to have permanent residency on his face.

He adores you wearing his clothes and if you were to ever give them back, they suddenly become his favourite article of clothing because of how your scent clung to the fabric, subtly giving them back to you when they stopped smelling like you as a silent gesture for you to keep doing it because he loved having a part of you with him when you can’t be together physically.