#billy batson x y/n

[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 :(

[unicornkilla109]

Billy: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Y/n: This is a lie.

Y/n: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.

Y/n: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Billy: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Y/n: Nope, there's 26.

Billy: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Y/n: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Billy: You'll get the D later ;).

Billy, throwing their head into Y/n's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Y/n, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Billy: I like your new pants!

Y/n: Thanks, they were 50 off!

Billy: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. *winks*

Y/n: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Billy: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Y/n: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Billy.

Y/n: I owe you one.

Billy: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Billy: I love you.

Y/n, not paying attention: What was that?

Billy: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Billy: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Y/n: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

[milfzatannaz]

Annoying posts in the Constantine tag checklist

- Matt Ryan thirst that has nothing to do with Constantine. its just pictures of a random welsh dude with someone moaning abt how they’d fuck him

- Keanu reeves y/n smut posts

- keanu reeves thirst that’s exactly like Matt Ryan thirst

- batfam blogger somehow found out about johnstantine so it’s an entire post about how they discovered he’s a bisexual wizard and omgg imagine him and Bruce!

- dc x dp bullshit that makes you consider shoving a pencil in your ear

- [insert character] is ACTUALLY A MAGIC USER! Constantine should MENTOR THEM

- anything that involves adoption

- anything that involves Billy batson

- anything that involves raven

[gay-dorito-dust]

Please what about Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x shyreader x ex!Billy Batson? the adopted daughter and well known superhero/protege of the only Wonder Woman where the gods & Zeus gifted his adopted granddaughter powers & weapons. Jaime deeply in love with her tho they’re dating, fluffy. https://pin.it/37REnv4

Bonus: her, Damian Wayne and Jon Kent being bestie trio. Jaime, Jon & her being fliers trio

Things between you and Billy didn’t work out (bummer) and so came the joint decision to call it quits. Enough said.

Damien wanted to get rid of Billy permanently but had to be talked down from actively doing so by you and Jon, telling him how that wouldn’t be necessary and that all you needed was some time and comfort from your dearest friends. Yet in Damien’s eyes, the offer to be rid of Billy was still very much on the table.

All you have to do was just say the word and he’ll dispose of Billy for you.

Now did it hurt? Yeah naturally, but you were back on your feet within record time just in time to for whispers of a new hero by the name of Blue Beetle found itself reaching you and your friends ears.

So after a long winded debate amongst yourselves you, a begrudging Damien and Jon decided to indulge your curiosity and set off to meet up with the newest hero on the block; Which -whether you were aware of it at the time- happened to lead you into meeting your now boyfriend, Jaime Reyes.

Khaji-Da would probably think you and Jon as potential threats, completely dismissing Damien at first until being proven wrong for underestimating him. Kinda like;

Khaji-Da upon first meeting Damien: what’s this sassy lost child?

Whereas now the Scarab would then constantly forewarn Jaime of Damien’s presence whenever he was spending quality time with you.

Damien is just watching out for you in the only way he knows how and Jon happens to get himself caught into it more often then not at this point but has proven to be just as defensive over you as Damien in some instances.

Khaji-Da: Jaime, I sense a threatening presence behind you.

Jaime: who- *looks over his shoulder to see Damien just stood there menacingly as Jon brightly smiled from beside him, being none the wiser.* oh. I see what you mean now.

Jon: he’s nice, isn’t he Damien.

Damien, sharpening his sword whilst keeping his eyes on Jaime and you : hmmm

Jon: jaime and y/n are cute together.

Damien: hmmm

With that kind of out of the way, let’s move forward and focus on your’s and Jaime’s relationship because honestly it’s tooth rottingly sweet.

First off Jaime will always, and I mean always, look at you as though it was the first time he was seeing you after you, Damien and Jon assisted him in battle. It was a wide doe eyed look filled with awe, wonder, admiration and immediate infatuation that pre-relationship you often found it adorable how hard Jaime tried to find the time where you weren’t being tailed by either Damien or Jon or both of them together, just so he could spend some alone time with you.

When he did manage to catch you alone, it always ended the exact same with Jaime walking you back, lending you his hoodie when he noticed your lack of warm clothing, smiling to himself when he saw you muzzle yourself deeper into his warmth that had transferred over to the hoodie. Before proceeding to pushing the hoodie back into your hands when you tried to give it back to him; Not so subtly hinting at you that you should give it back to him the next time he sees you as he wished you a goodnight as he heads back home with images of your sweet smile locked within his head, all the while a dopey grin spread across his face as khaji-Da comments on his ever growing fondness towards you.

This type of shit never stopped even long after you started dating, if anything it only became more rampant to the point where your cheeks would be hurting from all the smiling Jaime had you doing because that’s the effect he had on you and you loved it more then anything. It was a breath of fresh air to be in love once more and to get to be in love with Jaime Reyes was a blessing sent from the gods, it was almost as though you were in a honeymoon phase of your own when you were with Jaime, you felt alight with him as he did with you and that in of itself is beautiful.

Love is beautiful.

You honestly didn’t think you’d get back into a relationship since Billy but you were glad that you were wrong because Jaime brought you to life, you were able to breath and be yourself with Jaime without shame of who might be looking and you hoped that’s how he felt with you, because you wanted him to be just as comfortable with you as you did with him. And he did. Jaime felt all that you felt with him but tenfold, he loved love and he loved being in love with you. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been dating for because Jaime would always feel as though he’s falling in love with you with each and every day.

Cliche as that might seem but it was the gods honest truth! Jon and Damien couldn’t ignore that fact either given how they could read you like a book due to how long you’ve been friends. You’ve never looked happier then you did when you were with Jaime and vice versa.

You’d hold hands whenever you felt convenient, giggling away with one another as the brightest smiles spread across your faces, completely and utterly lost within one another to the point where it seemed that the only thing that either of you could hear was the sound of each other’s childlike chuckles and voices that tasted as sweet as ambrosia.

*You and Jaime being cute and shit*

Damien: 😑😒🤢

Jon: 🤩☺️🥹

Bonus content based off a video I saw:

Jaime, siting next to you: don’t look now but I think that guy in the seat opposite you has a thing for you.

You: ???

*Jaime, then rushes himself to sit in the empty seat opposite you, smilingly widely as he stares at you.*

You: 🥺☺️🥰 Aww Jaime!

Jon: Aww jaime!

Damien: I think I’m going to puke-

[bimb0fy]

Hello I was wondering if you can do billy batson having a crush on batsis superhero reader. Can you write about how they meet

If you can't that's okay but I love ur posts❤️

BILLY BATSON X BATSIS!READER

Summary: HOW YOU AND BILLY MET.

Warnings: SWEARING.

Requested by: ANON

THE FIRST TIME YOU MET - would be on patrol, an armored car heist, with batwoman attempting to stop it, only for it to be stopped by the Philadelphia fiasco. You first saw Freddy and he freaked out when he saw you.

"OH MY GOD BATWOMAN IS IN PHILADELPHIA?!" He yelled, you rolled your eyes at the boy, yet the yelling caught the attention of the others.

"Why hello there!" A man in a red suit yelled, he walked towards you, raising his hand for you to shake it. "I'm Captain Marvel."

"Batwoman." You answered, shaking his hand. He smiled at you, you had a feeling that he wasn't exactly an adult, no adult, especially a superhero, would act like he way he acted.

"So, is batman here too?" The blue one asked you, you shook your head, laughing at him.

"I'm here on official business without him." You explained, batman believed that the joker had been hiding here after Jason had been resurrected, fearing what Jason might do to him. "Keep you eyes out for me kay?"

You grappled yourself out of there, leaving the group in shock.

"SHES SO COOL!" Captain marvel yelled, the group laughed at him, deciding to fly home. You spotted them, and smiled once they dispeared.

THE SECOND TIME WAS AT SCHOOL, you had just walked into his class, and spotted a boy in the back, your teacher had assigned your seat next to him. You looked into your bag to realize that you had forgot a pen.

"Oh, fuck." You whispered, grabbing the attention of the boy beside you. He turned around looking at you.

"You alright?" He asked you.

"I forgot my pen." You answered, he chuckled at you before giving him his pen, you smiled at him as you took it. "Thank you, um."

"Batson, Billy Batson." He said, raising his hand for you to shake it, you accepted it, deja vu struck through you, it was exactly the same as the old man yesterday.

"Wayne, Y/n Wayne." You said causing his eyes to widen.

"You're a Wayne?" He stuttered, he started blushing, you nodded your head at him, he sighed before turning back to the lecture, you doing the same.

Billy Batson.

THE THIRD TIME WAS IN THE SCHOOL CAFETERIA, You still had Billy Batson's pen, you twirled it in your hands as you ate the food Alfred packed you, your dad didn't trust you that much alone, and he couldn't go as he was dealing with the Jason Todd crime boss issues.

"Hey there Wayne." A voice said causing you to look up, it was Billy. You smiled at him, giving him his pen back. "Keep it, I have others."

"Really?" You asked the boy, he just nodded, you smiled at him, his brother, Freddy, soon joined him, sitting with you as well with his girlfriend, Anne, who were arguing.

"Billy, who's hotter, Batwoman or Wonder Woman." Freddy asks his brother.

"That's a hard one, Wonder Woman is a total Milf, but Batwoman is just Batwoman you know." Billy explained.

"I think Batwoman's pretty hot." You chimed in, causing Anne too look at you.

"Thank you Y/n!" She yelled. Freddy looked at you too crazily.

"Hotter then Wonder Woman though?" Freddy reminded, you shrugged, looking at Billy.

"I'm gonna agree with Wayne."

EVER SINCE, Billy had met you, he fell in love, with both sides of you.

As Captain Marvel, he would spend all his time with you.

And as Billy, he would hang out with you everyday.

Obviously, Freddy had eventually figured out that you were the infamous batwoman, instantly confronting you about it, you obviously did NOT threaten him and scaring him enough to keep it a secret, but since Freddy already knew, you decided to come clean with Billy as well.

And boy was he shocked, he had instantly started asking you questions, and asked if he could meet batman, he never did, but that's okay to him, because he had you.

He had, his superhero.

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: The years flash by in a blur, and you enjoy an evening with a guest.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, established relationship, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Ah gosh, it’s been soo long since I posted, also I’m bad at summaries. Here’s the 2nd chapter to this series! We don’t get much of Kyle in this chapter until the VERY end, but don’t worry, he’ll be here more in the next chapter!!!!

OOAK Masterlist

Six years had come and gone in an instant. Y/N Wayne had not existed in the world in years, all traces of you disappeared in an instant. No physical or digital footprint was made or left behind, thanks to your job.

Three months after you left, you were recruited into a new program called ‘Shadow League Agency’, the SLA for short. It’s a covert government agency which has unlimited resources to conduct clandestine operations needed, ranging from gathering intelligence to assassinations. 

The latter took two and a half years to work up to, but it paid off in the long haul. You had started from a desk position where you were in charge of resource collection, and after many endeavors you had finally worked your way up to being a top-level field agent. In fact, you had made it to Ghost ranking, which was pretty ironic given your current circumstances.

Being a Ghost field agent had its perks, such as the main obvious predicament of keeping under the radar without any hitches. No one, other than those of high enough clearance, knew your whereabouts and most importantly who you are.

Publicly you were known as ‘Thrasher’. It had been your alias for years, not by choice but it had grown on you. It had come to you due to your ability to mimic and your aggressive fighting style, much like the bird.

Otherwise, only two other people knew you. Your husband Kyle Rayner, and Billy Batson who  had quickly became a great friend of sorts. You had met both the boys purely by accident, and you were glad you did.

Five years ago you had been deployed in New York City for a simple reconnaissance mission, during a rare moment of downtime you had gone to a small bakery for a coffee and a muffin to unwind for a second. Fortunately for you the world had other thoughts when it sent Kyle right into you, spilling his coffee all over you.

He had been absolutely mortified and offered to get you a new shirt since he had ‘ruined your perfectly good one’ but you had politely declined and proposed to grab lunch in exchange. His boyish charms were cute and quickly won you over. That lunch had turned into a date which in turn quickly blossomed into a five year relationship, with two of those years being happily married.

A week after that interaction, towards the end of your mission, you had bumped into Billy in Central Park. Well, more like he skated into an abrupt stop as he collided with you. He had a few bad scrapes and you had offered to patch him up before you had to leave.

Billy talked your ear off the entire time with a bright smile, he brought up how he came here with his foster family on a road trip and in turn you told him you were just visiting for a work convention. You’d met him a few more times, one of those times you had met his wonderful foster parents who had brought up the idea of being pen pals of sorts.

So you found yourself writing to the contagiously happy family for the next year then upgraded to text messages and video calls. It led to moments where you found the kid sprawled on your couch in your small apartment watching movies.

Both Kyle and Billy, and his family, had eventually confided in you to tell you their secret of being heroes. To say you were surprised would be a lie, you had easily put two and two together after knowing them for only a few months but waited for them to come to you and share. But you kept their identities a secret, as did Kyle with Billy since no one in the league knew his identity yet.

In return you shared with them about what you really do, explaining the job was why you had been secretive and blown them off at times. But one thing you kept to yourself about was who you really were and who your family was. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them to not tell your family where you’ve been all this time, you were just scared of it accidentally slipping out especially since they work with your family.

The small two bedroom New York apartment you lived in was thankfully warm compared to the harsh chilly winter air you had traveled in. The interior was cozy. The walls were littered with pictures of memories from the past four years living here. The wooden floors had rugs placed around, primarily in both bedrooms and the living room.

You shrugged your thick coat off onto the quaint coat rack you’d been gifted the week prior while passing the bag of groceries from one arm to the other. Snowflakes fell from you onto the floor forming small wet patches that you paid no mind to.

You crossed the entryway to the kitchen when a voice made you almost jump out of your skin, “Do you need a hand with that?”

“Fuck! Billy, what the hell man? I almost shit myself, a little heads up would’ve been nice,” you calmed your breathing and handed the bag to him which he took  with a smile and began unpacking it onto the counter.

“I did give Kyle a message I would be coming over for the night, I just assumed he would’ve told you as he seems to overshare everything with you.”

“Ah, well he’s off-world right now and won’t be back for another two days or so. And are you still hung up on him telling me about the toilet mishap? It was months ago, kid,” you chuckled to yourself while grabbing ingredients for dinner.

A few months ago, Kyle had been at the watchtower for a meeting with the league. It was a boring debrief that he claimed he had no reason for being there but was told from the big man himself that attendance was mandatory.

Well, halfway through the meeting Shazam had run out towards the bathroom in a hurry and Kyle went to check up on him only to find Billy in his civilian form trying to stop a broken toilet from spraying him with more water. He was sopping wet from head to toe and Kyle said he had helped the poor boy, which you later heard from Billy was a lie.

He had been upset because Kyle had ran back to the conference room to tell the others that Shazam had broken a toilet and flooded the mens bathroom, but with more words and a few made-up details.

“That explains the lack of response. But, yes! I am! Hal and Barry still refer to me as Toilet Lord Destroyer Of All Bowels! It’s stuck and it seems to not be leaving any time soon,” he pouted, it almost made you want to slap Kyle up the side of his head for hurting the poor kid’s feelings. Almost, but a small part of you wanted to laugh and applaud the two dinguses for coming up with that name.

“I’m sorry my doofus of a husband has doomed you, but I mean, now you know how I felt when I was given my alias,” you gave a small smile and a shrugged. “Now, wash these and start chopping.”

“But Y/N, it’s not the same,” he sighed before returning to your side. “You got a cool name that’s super badass and I got stuck with getting bullied by dumb and dumber for all of eternity. I’m this close to coming out and telling them my identity so they’ll feel bad for bullying a kid. Teach those jerks a listen, or better yet I could wait and strike back and hit ‘em where it’ll really hurt.”

You shook your head with a little laugh, “Okay oh sinister and devious one, whatever you say. I’ll let Kyle know he created a monster. Just keep me out of this and we won’t have a problem.”

You had managed to keep your two boys from telling the others about you, and you planned on keeping it that way as long as you could. The most any of them knew was that Kyle was married and you didn’t want the others to meet you in fear of something bad happening like the others in the past. They respected your wishes but that didn’t stop them from digging any small information they could get out of the poor guy. He did tell everyone that Shazam was there at the wedding, being his best man and all.

That’s when half of the league decided it was a great idea to bombard him with questions in hopes of getting any answers. But Billy stuck to his word and didn’t budge at all, earning some respect from some of his colleagues.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard your phone chime. You haphazardly wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and opened it seeing a message from your director asking if you had a moment for a chat, your response was returned with a call.

You excused yourself to your bedroom, shutting your door before answering. “Thrasher speaking, to what do I owe this pleasure, Director?”

Director Erwin Sormael was your superior in charge of tasking you with missions. He had been the one to recruit you all those years ago and made you who you are today. To put it simply, he was like a father to you, or like a big brother at the very least.

“Thrasher, sorry to keep this call short. You’re needed on base in the morning at oh-eight hundred hours. Pack your gear and prepare for a long flight, that’s all I can inform you on at the moment.”

“Affirmative, and Sormael… say hello to the husband for me. Oh! And tell him to send me that Italian wedding soup recipe,” you read the clock on your bedside table, seeing you had a good fourteen hours to kill.

“I’ll let him know, expect to see it in an hour.”

You returned to the kitchen to see Billy was waiting for you on a stool, the table was set for the two of you.

“Well, looks like I’m being called in the morning. So, what do you say we finish making dinner and have a movie night? I stocked up with candy and snacks since our last one,” you turned him around on the stool to face you.

“I say we have a deal. I’ll set up the living room while you finish cooking,” he took off in a dash, returning every once in a while to grab more snacks. Once he had finished you had already plated the food. “I’ll help with those, you can bring the drinks!”

“You’re on a roll mister. I’ll be just a moment, did you want the twelve pack or the two liter?” Thanks to the kid coming around so often for dinner you had gained the habit of stocking up on his favorite drinks. Kyle teased you for that, saying your mother hen instincts were already kicking in due to your unofficial son.

“Uh… the twelve pack, that way we don’t need to get up later.”

You returned to the living room with the acquired drinks and a few bottles of water. The movie was starting to play as you sat down on the floor, back against the couch as the large coffee table held all of the snacks and your food in front of you.

The night went on, you were able to watch two more movies before Billy had passed out on you. You checked the time on your phone, you had a good seven hours before you needed to leave. You sent Kyle a quick message updating him on your plans. He’ll see the message once he’s back on earth. 

You got up carefully with a sigh, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy while you cleaned up the mess. Not wanting Kyle to deal with a mess when he gets back home, you carefully loaded the dishwasher and turned it on and wiped down the counters.

Once you felt like it was good enough you carefully picked Billy up and brought him the guest bedroom that was practically his, and tucked him in.

Kyle called you a bit later while you were already in bed so close to falling asleep.

“Hi babe,” you answered groggily. “Are you back already so soon?” he could hear your yawn at the end, his clenched at your tired voice.

“Hello my love, sorry to disturb your sleep but it’s great to hear your sleepy voice. I’m almost done, I was able to come within range because I missed your voice,” you could hear Hal saying something in the back but the tiredness stopped your ability to focus on it. “I’m not telling her that man. Anyways babe, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

You nodded your head, remembering he couldn’t see you, “That’s good to hear, but did you get my message?”

There was shuffling on the other side before he responded, “Oh, damn. No, I just saw it. You’re going on a business trip, do you know how long you’ll be?”

“Not sure, I’m getting briefed tomorrow morning. But I’ll call you to let you know,” you stifled a yawn. Sleep was beckoning you again, making it harder to stay awake.

“Okay, well I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then. Good night, I love you”

You could feel the smile on your face, “I love you too, good night babe.”

Once he hung up you connected your phone back onto the charger before letting sleep consume you.

Taglist: @ihavenoideawhatiamdoinghelp

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

We’ll Be Free (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy Batson x Reader

Warnings: Minor/non-explicit violence

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Billy Batson tries to get into contact with his girlfriend who he left behind after moving with Victor and Rosa.

A/N: To the people asking me to write a part 2. This one is for you anons and @autumnfalls26 and @olyink and @nyeddleblog​

“I miss you; I love you.” You whispered, staring at the picture of the phone wallpaper that you had printed before switching off the phone permanently to prevent being tracked.

You took a picture of the two of you hugging in the mirror, with Billy’s back facing the mirror and your face hidden in his neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and yours were strewn carelessly on his shoulders.

You smiled at it, closing your eyes and sending a quiet prayer into the universe, “I hope you have a good day today.”

“(Y/N)! Come on! The first impression is the most important impression!”

“I’m coming!” You shouted, leaning of your window to see your foster mom pull out of the garage. You quickly leaped over the window sill to hear her scream, “Not that way!”

You rolled your eyes at her, “Would you loosen up? You look like ‘The Scream’.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t jump out of the window then. We’re protecting you from a gang, (Y/N), but if you end up killing yourself first—”

“Oh relax, at most I would’ve fallen a couple of feet.”

She sighed, giving up the battle and just opened the door to the jeep, “Just get in.”

“Yes mom~!!” You chirped and she rolled her eyes again once you slid into the front seat. It had been a month since you stared living with this foster family and you had to admit that they were pretty cool.

Your foster mom was a head neurosurgeon and was married to a military man. So, they were the perfect couple if anything were to happen to you, or if they managed to find you.

It had been a huge change to leave home and then get fostered. Your parents had been arrested after an attempt of murder when they tried to burn down the house with you in it but that had failed and luckily, you were so used to escaping through the window to see Billy that as soon as you smelt fire you had gotten out.

Once again you had Billy to thank for your life.

After that things had happened so fast and things were just spinning around you that you couldn’t even think straight. Before you knew it, you were sitting in a new house with new ‘parents’.

However, it didn’t come with much freedom. You were not allowed to leave the house usually, but they kept you occupied at home. And you weren’t going to ungrateful.

But spending so much time in solitude made you realize how good you had it. You were alive and well and now you had people to rely on. You didn’t have to fend for yourself anymore. You could go to sleep in a warm bed and wake up safely without any fear of who would be outside your locked door.

That’s what you told yourself when you missed Billy and wanted to go back to him.

You tried to convince yourself that this was the best for you, but deep down you knew that this wasn’t what you wanted if you couldn’t share it with Billy.

“Three more years, and we’ll be free.” The two of you used to say and now you were worried that time wouldn’t come and Billy wouldn’t know where you were when it happened.

You were getting bored being locked in the house for most of the day but you’d never let them know. You couldn’t make them feel guilty for protecting you. You would stay locked up at home for eternity if it meant that they wouldn’t get upset with you or think that you were ungrateful.

But not today. Today you could go outside, because today unfortunately or fortunately, you couldn’t decide but you got to go to school. Just to do the necessary paperwork to join a month later so it meant that you wouldn’t be a normal high school student for another month, but it was a step closer.

A step closer to leaving your old life behind.

***

“You should go.” You told your foster mom softly when she got a red alert from the hospital.

“But I have to finish up here.” She stammered and you could tell she was getting a bit panicked from having to leave you alone.

“I can do that; you go do your job.” You told her, giving her a little push towards the door. While you did want her to go from the pure selflessness of your heart, you also wanted a little peace from all her hovering. Not that you’d let her know that.

“I can’t—”

“I’ll be fine,” You urged, handing her purse, “I’ll go straight home. I promise. Scout’s honour.”

“You weren’t even a scout.”

Once she left you felt excited for some reason. You didn’t lie, you were going to go straight home after this but you were still ecstatic about getting to actually walk down the streets for the first time since you had gotten here.

You finished up any remaining work at school pretty quickly and headed home immediately, with your hands tucked inside the pockets of your, well Billy’s, jacket and hood pulled over your head. 

It was a safety measure, so no one would be able to see your face at first glance, but you still didn’t let it ruin your mood as you walked back with a skip in your step.

That was about to change very quickly....

***

It had been another normal, monotonous day for Billy as he walked back home from school. Freddy had gone ahead because he had a free period at the end of the day and hadn’t seen the need to stick around.

So, Billy was alone as he walked back.

He was actually kind of lamenting that the day had been so boring. He was a teen superhero, more interesting things were bound to happen to him but still the closest thing he got to an evil supervillain who wanted to end the world was his science teacher, which to be fair, wasn’t that far off.

His wishes for something interesting were answered when he heard a distant scream and immediately facepalmed, “Why did I even say anything?”

Running to the source of the noise, he ducked into an alleyway and immediately stuttered in his steps. He definitely wasn’t expecting this. He definitely wasn’t expecting to see the love of his life today.

And he expected to see her held at gun point even less.

You were frozen in fear as you stared down the barrel of a gun. He had whipped out the weapon when you had shouted for help and told you if you made any moves he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

You wanted to seem brave and stare him down but you felt your throat closing up and tears began brimming your eyes. You were scared as hell and you had no idea how to get out of this.

“Once we tie up this lose end, we’ll finally get those damn cops off our tails.” He said, cocking the gun and you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut. The next thing you heard was the sound of a gun being fired.

“SHAZAM!”

When you opened your eyes, you saw a blur of red and white move past you so quickly that you couldn’t focus your eyes on it. It beat up the man who held a gun to your head a few minutes ago after the man had wasted all his bullets trying to shoot him.

You wanted to hide, to duck and cover while the hero handled business but you were frozen, the thought of moving your feet and actually hiding never came to your mind but soon enough your weight was too much for your buckling knees to bear and you collapsed on the ground.

The fight was over pretty quickly. The man didn’t even stand a chance against a superhero and he was knocked unconscious. The hero picked up the gun and crushed it in his fist before chucking it in the dumpster.

When he turned to you, you were watching with wide-eyes, body shaking as you tried to process whatever just happened to you.

Realizing that you weren’t in the best state, he stepped closer to you with his hands held out like a was trying to coax a small animal, “It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m not going to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, staring at the older man who saved your life and nodded.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You nodded once again and he stepped towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist before taking off. Unfortunately, you were too shaken up to take in the joy and wonder of flying and once he landed, setting you in your backyard were you only able to think clearly.

“I, um, don’t know how to that you for saving my life.” You spoke, wringing your hands nervously.

He looked surprised for a second but then he relaxed, sending you a smile before puffing out his chest a little, “All in a day’s work, citizen.”

He meant to take off again but you stopped him, stepping forward, “How did you know my name?”

He looked shell-shocked and completely caught off guard, like he didn’t even remember calling you by your name, “What?”

“You called me (Y/N). How did you know?”

He wanted to lie to you. He wanted to lie and tell you it was because he had the wisdom of Solomon that he was able to know your name and make a hasty retreat. 

But he couldn’t. He had been waiting to see you for so long. He had missed you so much. He couldn’t just turn away and pretend that he had never seen you. He couldn’t stay away from you any longer.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He breathed and you raised a brow, taking a step away from him.

“Do I know you?”

“Just...don’t freak out, okay?”

You didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at him and waiting for something to happen. It looked like he was trying to talk himself into something and he took a deep, cleansing breath before looking at you once again.

“Shazam.”

You shrieked as lightning struck the middle of the backyard, knocking you back a few feet and when the smoke cleared, there stood the boy that you had fallen in love with.

“Billy...?”

He was grinning brightly at you as you stared him down in disbelief before quickly walking up to him. You smiled gently, raising a hand to cup his cheek and close the space between you.

His expression and pure love and happiness changed into one of horror and pure pain before he doubled over and feel to the ground. You lunged forward, catching him in your arms as his dead weight pulled you to the ground.

It was then that you saw the bullet in his back. Your mind rushed to the moment before he stepped in front of you, he must have transformed too late. The world began spinning around you as Billy’s blood spilled onto the grass.

“Mom....” You muttered remembering that she was probably back from work by now before turning your head towards the house and cradling his body in your grasp, “MOM! DAD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!”

***

The surgery took hours and all the while you sat outside the operation theatre, staring at the closed doors. Your mom had tried to get you to go home and clean up but you refused, wanting to be with him.

From the outside, it looked pretty uneventful and you hoped that was the case. You hoped that the operation was going well and there would be no unseen complications.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door longer than the time it took you to blink but you were forced to turn your gaze from the door when a couple came bolting up the stairs.

His foster parents. Victor and Rosa.

The looked absolutely distraught and it made you sniffle, the weight of reality settling on your shoulders.

“What happened?” Rosa asked your mom and she could only turn to you.

“Yes, (Y/N), you need to tell us now. What happened?”

You bit your lip, your gaze averting to your hands that were still covered in his blood and your vision became blurry with tears. 

“He took a bullet for me.”

You heard Rosa gasped and the tears fell. You buried your head in your knees and sobbed quietly, praying that this would get over quickly so you could see him again.

***

“I missed you.” Was the first thing Billy told you once you walked through the door. You smiled but then blushed when you noticed the way his siblings were all looking at you.

“I can come back later.”

He sat up, taking support from Freddy and beckoned you over, “No, it’s cool, they were just leaving.”

It took a few pointed glares to get them out of the hospital room but they left eventually and you settled into the empty chair beside him. You immediately took his hands, cradling them between yours and pressing a small kiss to the back of them.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, looking over at you with a fond smile and he pulled one hand out of your grasp to brush a strand of your hair back before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I missed you too.”

Months of not seeing each other was finally catching up with you. The emptiness that you felt in your chest was finally beginning to fill and you had only wished that it had taken a different way. 

You wanted to apologize but you knew it wasn’t your fault. And he knew it as well. You wanted to say something, anything, that would make him and you feel better but nothing was coming to mind.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on the back of your neck and he slanted his lips over yours. You responded immediately, your body taking control as your arms wrapped around his neck and you tilted your head.

He pulled away before kissing you again, once, twice and then one more for good measure, but even then, you were following his lips. He looked at you like you carried the world in your eyes and like you had strung the stars in the sky.

You kissed him again, as a hello, as a goodbye, as an apology, as a sign of forgiveness and poured all the incomprehensible emotions you were feeling into that kiss, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you next to him in his hospital bed.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[thewriterwithnoplan]

Could i get a damian wayne x wondergirl reader x jon kent x billie batson headcanon where dami and jon likes the reader but the reader has some growing feelings for billie uwu (the perfect girl/woman falls for the badboy)

Their Perfect Girl

Summary: She’s the golden girl. She’s got it all; a loving mentor, a crazy team, a city to protect, even a spot on the Justice League - once she’s old enough. She’s the perfect girl, and what she wants, she gets. Except, of course, Billie Batson, who’s too oblivious to see that she is completely and utterly head over heels for the bad boy.

Pairing: Billie Batson x Reader 

Word Count: 1077

Warnings: None.

It was hard being the only responsible one on their team. Although, team always sounded like such a strange word for them – rag-tag band of misfits, fit them far better. But Y/N always managed to keep her boys in line. And thank god she did; the Justice League wasn’t sure what they’d do without her.

Y/N was the glue that held them together despite their stark differences. Often, she was the only thing standing between Damian and Jon when they were at each other’s throats. Or when Billie pulled the “I’m Older” card and almost got himself killed. She was their equilibrium, the thing that always managed to pull them back to the task at hand.

She was the perfect girl. A goodie-two-shoes, even among the superhero community. If her record was a physical thing, it would gleam bright enough to blind. She was a prodigy in every sense of the word and if the Justice League were being honest – they were jealous of Wonder Woman. It was a simple truth that Diana Prince had the best-behaved protégé.

And yet, somehow Y/N had landed herself smack-bang in the middle of the three most temperamental teen heroes. It was honestly a mystery how she’d let herself get caught up with Super baby, Boy Blunder and a literal man-child. She was one of the most sought-after young heroes.

The Teen Titans had practically begged for her to join – though that might have partly been because of Damian’s high praises. And despite the fact that she was still far too young to join the Justice League, she’d been assured a spot almost instantly. Wonder Woman had even told her that, had she been just a few years older, she’d probably already be apart of the League.

So, the superhero community was utterly baffled at the fact that she spent most of her time with the “rogues” of the next-gen heroes. But she loved her team and she wouldn’t trade them out for anyone – Justice League, Teen Titans or otherwise. They were hers and despite their flaws, they were – in her eyes – the perfect team for the perfect girl.

But then again, there were a lot of not-so-perfect things that the boys didn’t let her see.

“Y/N is patrolling with me,” Damian snapped somewhat harshly.

“But I need someone to help me in Metropolis,” Jon argued. “And Y/N’s the only one who can fly.”

“Billie can fly.”

“Last time I took Billie patrolling, Dad kicked him out,” Jon crossed his arms with a small humph, “He likes Y/N though, so why don’t you take Billie?”

Damian threw his hands up in exasperation, “You know the rules; no metas in Gotham.”

“Billies not a meta! Besides Y/N’s an Amazon and I’m Kryptonian – if the rules are so strict why can we go into Gotham.”

“Because Gotham likes Y/N,” Damian quickly added, “And you aren’t allowed in Gotham.”

“More like you like Y/N.”

“Of course, I like Y/N! Everyone likes Y/N.”

“Not like you though,” Jon gave him a teasing smile, “You even got the Teen Titans to try and recruit her.”

“Yeah, cause you’re so much better!” Damian hissed lowly, “You’ve been trying to get her attention like an over-eager puppy for the last month.”

Jon pouted rather dejectedly, “A year, actually.”

“Oh, cry me a river!”

“How long have you been pining for then, huh?”

“Two years and four months,” Damian said proudly, “I bet she’d pick patrolling with me over flying in Metropolis with you!”

Jon – who was always a little too eager to prove himself – exclaimed, “You’re on!”

¨¨¨

Y/N was about ready to throttle Billie Batson. He was infuriating. He went around, sneaking out of school, picking fights and being an overall prick. It was no wonder she’d been asked to watch over him at Fawcett High School. Why couldn’t he be more like Damian – keeping to himself – or like happy-go-lucky Jon, who would never ask for a fight?

Of course, Y/N just had to be completely infatuated with Billie as well. Because despite the fact that he wasn’t perfect, he was her perfect boy. Crystal blue eyes, dark hair, snark attitude and all. If she was being blatantly honest – she just couldn’t resist a bad boy.

And yet, she still found herself wanting to slap him.

“Why are you always so reckless?” Y/N grumbled, wiping a tissue softly across the cut on his cheek. “Honestly, one of these days you’ll pick a fight you can’t win.”

“You should have seen the other guy.” Billie chuckled – almost sadistically.

“Not helping.”

“Come on Y/N,” He groaned half-heartedly. “You know those guys didn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re not invincible.”

Billie winced when she began swiping at his split lip, “Like it’s so different when we’re out in the field.”

Y/N only pursed her lips, “If you hold still it won’t hurt.”

“Liar, I saw you put chemicals on it.”

“Stop being such a baby,” She hissed, pressing a tad harder in warning. “It’s just hydrogen peroxide, it’ll stop infections.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need your Hydro-oxide. You’ve seen me get thrown through a building,” He moved to push her away. “Hell, I’ve seen you get punched out of the sky! And I don’t go around babying you.”

“That’s different, I’m an Amazon,” Y/N insisted. “When you’re not him, you’re just… normal and an idiot.”

“Well, what do you expect? Those assholes were bullying my brother, they had it coming!”  

“I know but I wish you’d just…”

Billie flared, “Just what?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N suddenly stood, “Forget I said anything, I’ve got to go.”

“What? Where?”

“I promised the boys I’d go on patrol with one of them,” She gave him a close-lipped smile. “Don’t forget to lock the door on your way out, this time. It’s a safe house, not an open house.”

“Why do you always have to be on babysitting duty? We never get to hang out!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “You realize I also have to babysit you, right?”

“Yeah but you love me!” Billie gave her a lopsided grin.

“Mhm, sure.” She flashed him a blinding smile, “I’m going now.”

“You’ll go on patrol with me tomorrow, though right?”

Y/N only grinned over her shoulder as she moved through the door, “Goodnight Batson.”

“Night, Golden Girl,” Billie whispered to the empty room – wondering once again, how their little band of misfits had gotten so lucky. She really was the perfect girl.

[bat-stuff]

Jon: what would you do if Damian broke up with you

Y/n: replace him

Billy: what the hell?

Colin: you'd replace him? Just like that?

Y/n: yep.

Damian: first, I would never break up with y/n, frankly she is better company that you imbeciles. And second, who would she replace me with?

Y/n: Artemis Fowl. He has money. He's smart. He often almost loses his life for stupid reasons. He's single. I think it would work out perfectly.

Everyone: . . . How long have you been thinking about this?

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

First Kiss Story (Drabble)

Fandom: Dc Universe Pairing: Jon Kent x reader Requested by a kissable Anon: How 'bout 6 and 24 Jon Kent x reader? :D That could be fun (6: naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it; 24: turning around to check on you constantly when they are walking in the front)

“You okay?” Jon’s voice woke you up from the little daydream you were having - the imagined smell of donuts and hot cocoa that you were imagining still in the back of your mind - and a small blush crawled onto your cheek as you quickly reassured him, prompting him to turn back around and continue walking alongside damian in front of you. For a few seconds you listened to what they were talking about - something about a new fighting game that Clark had promised Jon for some chore he had to get done - but you were caught off guard when Jon quickly shot you another look, as if to make sure that you were not dozing off while walking again. You smiled at him. He smiled back. Jon continued to check on you, but by then you had started talking to Billy who had fallen back a bit from where he was walking beside the other two boys when Damian gave him a very pinchy-punch into the guts. Obviously Damian had just kept on walking and you had gestured to Jon to continue walking too - even though he was very hesitant to do so - deciding to wait until Billy was able to stand upright again. After that the two of you started talking as you tried to catch up to the other two. “So that’s why I really like that Band, their music goes to your core,” Billy finished a three-minute long explanation of his favorite Band, you listening with full interest and nodding at the right moments. “Actually,” Billy tapped his chin in thought, “I think I had my first kiss to a song of theirs.” “TT, as if you’ve ever been kissed Batson,” Damian interjecked - you hadn’t even realized that he and Jon had stopped talking - with a scoff and you couldn’t help but giggle. While he now seemingly joined your conversation, you saw Jon talking to someone over the phone in the distance. “Ey, I expected that from Damian, but you Y/N? You’re not really the one to talk, are you now?” Billy playfully crossed his arms in front of his chest. Blood rushed into your face and you quickly averted your gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you squeaked, looking at your feet. “Oh please, if someone here hasn’t yet been kissed then it’s you,” Billy laughed, but not really in a mean way - more geniously amused. “O-Of course I’ve been kissed before!” “Really? By who?” Billy asked and immediately disarmed your defense, causing you to look around a little panicked… Your eyes landed on Jon and you knew this was your last chance, even though inside you also knew you were doomed.  “Uhm...by Jon, yeah, Jon and I kissed. More than once actually,” you started to ramble on and realized that you were out of options now. You were obnoxiously obvious in how tense you were now and even a socially awkward turtle would see that you’re lying. Luckily Billy wasn’t a socially awkward turtle and, even though Damian’s raised eyebrows showed just how little he believed what you’d just said, he seemingly didn’t completely reject the idea yet. As if fate decided to trip you up, Jon was now back on his way to re-join the conversation. “Yo, Jon,” Billy seized the opportunity, “You really kissed Y/N?” You weren’t sure who was more surprised by what followed, you, Billy or Damian, but without even hesitating he immediately nodded and sent you a smile. “Yeah I did a few times, why?” he replied completely naturally, ignoring Damian’s now furrowed eyebrows and the seemingly suspecting look in his eyes.  “Oh, uh, just because…” Billy - now completely put out of his line of thought - just nodded and promptly went to keep on walking again. Jon sent you another smile - this time a little bit cheekier - and the three of you joined Billy in continuing the walk. But now Jon was walking beside you and somehow as you caught him looking at you again, there was an unspoken agreement that maybe you’d make your little story true. 

[theyluvlyss]

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...

but when I read it after finishing it, I realized it was too cute not to post, so now, here I am to bless your feed with this short lil' blurb that I love so much.

and I say bless, because I figure, if I love it this much, so will others, maybe🤷🏽‍♀️. Especially my melanated sistas, like, this is quite literally for y'all🩷💋🫵🏽. You're welcome.

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 <𝟑

《 ♡ 》 imagine (a little bit crack-fic-ish but that's okay)

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

nothing much, really. just billy loving you so much, and he thinks you're cute and all😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!black-codedasf!reader x loveydovey!billy batson

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

(joking/exaggerative) mentions of suffocating - light cursing, I think? I didn't check lol - that's about it fr, like, this is super duper lovey dovey huggy wuggy kissy wissy wishy washy🥰😻💋💞 - billy being literally obsessed with you (as he should, love a women worshipping king😻) - that's it, I'm pretty sure lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You laid content as you scrolled through the contents of your open TikTok app, savoring in the warmth Billy's body generated while lying comfortably beside you. Hell - he was practically smushed up against you, with no real need to be given it was a plenty sizeable bed you shared, other than the fact that he just couldn't stand to be sharing the same mattress and not be cuddling into you.

Of course, you didn't mind this one bit. As previously mentioned, the Batson boy generated heat at a rate you couldn't be anymore grateful for, yourself always freezing to the touch for seemingly no reason. Plus, you found it endearing how close he constantly wanted to be. As though he were a clingy kitten, seemingly always depraved of your love and affection. And, thankfully, you had plenty of it to go around.

Especially seeing as some of your love went towards memes and all sorts of other funny videos on the internet. Like this next one you giggled at. It held no true meaning, simply a combination of the most recently trending things, all too niche for any newcomer to understand. But you did, being an "chronically online" teenage girl coming with its apparent perks as you let more giggles escape through your grinning teeth.

But, as per the norm, they never remained just quiet giggles. They soon escalated into something further, a fit that could no longer be contained no matter how hard you tried. Plus, with the video looping itself over and over again, you never had the chance to give yourself a break to breathe. You couldn't look away, god, it was just too funny…!

Soon, you were inevitably trying your damndest not to let out obnoxious cackles. You'd feel awful for waking your boyfriend over something as trivial as laughing too loud. But unfortunately, it proved too late for that, the stuttering of your chest being all it took before he was stirring and suddenly-

"So- S… sssss…"

In a horrid attempt at an apology, you ended up mimicking the sound of a snake, eventually pushing out the word "sorry" before exploding into more laughter. At first, Billy was not amused, staring at you through sleepy, low-lidded eyes and with a pout that you'd normally just kiss away if you weren't so busy acting like a loon.

"Why are you even still up…" He barely questioned, his voice a deep rasp as a result of his previous heavy slumber. As if you weren't already a mess, you felt a feather in your chest and stomach at the sound of his sleepy voice. It tickled you, and the video was still playing, and good lord, there was no way you were laughing this hard at what was essentially nonsense.

But you were! And it was so… so… so...

"I-...I-..."

Poor thing, you thought you were going to suffocate, blowing up into another round of giggles. Your eyes were growing misty, and you were fighting so hard to replace your laughter with air, oxygen into your lungs. You couldn't do it, and it occurred to you that you probably looked insane right now with your eyes screwed shut (leaking salty water, at that) and your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out...

You laughed harder at the mental image, if possible.

"(Y/N), dude…" Billy spoke, his tone flat and his stare hard. You couldn't take it, shoving your face into the nearest pillow as you kicked your legs and shook around in silent laughter. You were actually physically fighting to stop and were losing! You were losing badly, stretching out your hand for any source of grounding.

"Will you chill out, oh my god." Billy, once again, hardly asked. But this time, it was through his own curt chuckle, slowly growing entertained by his girlfriend's silliness before loosely allowing his hand to fall into your own. You grabbed it, and finally, you could breathe again. A smile remained stuck on his face. A tired one, of course, but one could also argue that it was in love sickness. He watched your chest heave up and down, waiting until you removed the pillow from your face.

And when you did, he almost wanted to argue that you could, in fact, blush. Because your face was most definitely, visibly a deepened shade right now as you wiped the tears and massaged your sore cheeks. But he'd leave it alone, for now.

"I'm sorry." You spoke plainly after a moment of silence, gathering yourself. "That was deadass just the funniest shit I've ever seen, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Billy's smile grew, staring down at you while laying on his side, listening to your cheery-filled voice explain what on earth was so funny about this video that you nearly asphyxiated yourself cackling at. You laid against the bicep of his arm, curls tickling his skin because you'd more than likely forgotten to put a bonnet on for the evening.

He wouldn't remind you, though. Just for tonight, because he liked the tickle-feeling and the way they framed your face and expanded gorgeously around your head. Like a powerful mane or maybe a halo. He traced the detail in the browns of your eyes and had to stop himself from running a thumb over your brows. And just from the previous events alone, he was sure you had licked away all of your chapstick and gloss, staring at your lips before meeting your eyes once again upon listening to the cadence in your voice dip into a questioning tone.

"Did you see?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, babe."

Hardly a hum, yet full of adoration. Not that it mattered, because almost as fast as it was put there, your laughing expression had morphed into a playful one of disbelief. An added click of the tongue for full affect.

"Mncht. No, you didn't; you're not even looking…"

There was about a four second pause, Billy finally giving into the urge to run his thumb over your brow, tracing it down your cheek… prodding at the dimple that may/could reside there before running it as lightly as a feather over your lips. You paid no mind one way or the other to his actions, used to them by this point in time. Used to being cherished and observed with such worship and grace, even though it still made you slip into a mild hot flash.

"You're so cute."

Your eyes gazed up into his green ones, finally giving him your attention at such a sudden yet fond statement. At first, you almost let the words, "I know." slip. But then, you figured you might as well just say thank you and urge him back to bed. After all, you had never meant to wake him in the first place, and the guilt of that was finally starting to set in.

And yet…

"You think I'm cute?"

Billy, if he didn't know any better, allowed his heart to melt right there. Your eyes were big and expecting, curious about his thoughts even though he had just let them loose. And your tone full of hope, as if he'd never told you such a thing before. That might as well be blasphemy for him, seeing as he made it appoint to remind you of the way you had basically consumed his thoughts every single day.

And he'd continue to do so over and over and over again until you got it through your head that he was one-hundred percent serious. That he meant it with all of his heart.

"Think." He repeated the word you had murmured with a tone of hilarity. "I know you're cute, I'm lookin' right at you~."

He spoke with a shameless flirt in his drowsy tone, watching as you smiled to yourself. This time, you had no wit to banter up or a cheeky way of saying "I know" to him. All you had was your giddiness, only to then offer up the purse of your lips innocently until Billy got the hint.

"Gimmie kiss~…" He spoke, even though he was the one to deliver such upon your lips. But it didn't really matter because a few pecks later, you were drunk off of them and selfishly demanding more until he had literally kissed you to sleep.

"...Cute."

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰🥲.

i've got to stop letting my own words hurt me like this lmaoo😭. I hope y'all enjoyed ! more on the way soon✨️🤞🏽.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

myself <3

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

none :(

[silverdecepticon93]

Oh, I’m so sorry fam. Frick..Hmm well maybe some platonic Billy Batson and Bleak headcanons. Their friendship is so cute.-drawing anon

Got it!

When you first meet Billy as Shazam, you can just tell he’s a kid.

Like, you just sense it but you can’t know for sure.

Then the whole events of ‘Misplaced’ played out and you notice that there’s this one kid looks a younger version of Shazam that keeps appearing and disappearing, then it hits you, he can travel between worlds-

BECAUSE HE’S A KID AND AN ADULT, SOMEHOW?!

Mind blow, honestly.

You keep this little discovery to yourself and confront him about the next time you guys face off.

You can’t de-spell him, whatever gave him his powers is strong, but you did do your research.

“Hiya, Billy!” You beamed, causing him to stiffen.

“The name’s Shazam!” He frowned.

“You can’t lie to me kid, I invented lying!” You hummed (that might not actually be true but it’s not like anyone other than Vandal or Klarion can prove it.)

So you call his bluff and sorta makes sure no one else is around before transforming back and trying to act all intimidating and threatens you if you tell.

You just sorta chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me,” You reminded, “Plus, I don’t wanna ruin this!”

“You...don’t?” He repeated.

“Of course not! I don’t know this type of magic and since Klarion taught me, he doesn’t know it either. Finally, something I know and he doesn’t!” You beamed happily.

Look, you loved your brother, but he kept hiding things from you. Teasing you about he knew things that you didn’t and for once, well, it’d be nice to have a secret to hold over his head.

“What’s the catch?” He asked you suspiciously.

“No catch! Just be a hero, I guess? And tell me how it works, too!” You said excitedly.

So whenever Billy was able to sneak away, he’d go to the places where you had arranged.

He had second thoughts at first, I mean, you’re Klarion the Witch Boy’s sister and maybe this was a trap or something?

Still, he went and you were there, eagerly waiting for him to tell you about how his powers worked.

As he tells you about how he got them, he finds out that you seemed to like stories a lot by the wondrous look in your (e/c) eyes.

Despite the malicious streak and horns, you were a kid just like him, and then he asks you a random question.

“How long has it been since you’ve had...a friend?” He asked you.

“A friend?” You repeated. Billy nodded his head, “Yeah, like a friend close to your age or...well, mentality or something?”

You thought about it for a bit before shrugging, “Uh...not for centuries upon centuries.”

Woah, that’s a long time.

“Would you...want to be my friend?” Billy asked, tilting his head slightly.

You smiled happily at that offer, “Really?!”

“Yeah! So?” He asked.

You pretended to think about it before answering with a wide grin, “I’d love to!”

Both of you go easy each other on battle and if Billy gets wounded, you secretly heal him. If you get captured, someone (Billy) lets you out.

Constantly asking him about his powers and how they work and he notices that you’re a pretty curious person.

One major worry for you two is if your brother finds out because I’m sure Klarion wouldn’t be happy to find out you befriended a hero.

[pulaasul]

Luck and Order 6

Fic summary: The Wizard Shazam, who was once a Lord of Order, that something was amiss. The balance between luck and misfortune was in disarray. So he implores his young Champion - Billy Batson - to investigate and correct the Balance.

Set years after the series Finale of Justice League Unlimited.

Chapter Summary:  The Justice League confronts Captain Marvel on his words.

A/N: My annoyance at that Green Lantern X Miraculous post I saw made me want to post this chapter, which was already written before S4 was released, but hit a major roadblock that prevented this story from being completed.

It’s quite coincidental too, this chapter introduces us to some members of the Justice League.

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FFN I AO3

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As the Akuma attack only lasted for some time, classes back at College Francois Dupont continued as usual. Some were grumbling but they nonetheless listened to their current lessons.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Marinette was quick to put her things back into her bag and immediately approached the new student.

Which made Marinette close enough for her to be able to hear the conversation.

"I totally forgot!" Lila exclaimed to her seatmate. "Say, Billy, do you want to meet Captain Marvel and his wife?" She asked her seatmate. "Mary Marvel is worried that her husband isn't meeting with other people and would become like his enemy, Black Adam." She sighed.

"S-sure?" Billy didn't really know how to respond.

"It's a promise alright?" Lila sweetly smiled.

"Is that true Lila?" Marinette innocently asked. "Maybe your lying disease is acting up again." She pointed out. "I really don't want Billy to be akumatized because you couldn't deliver on your promise." She hummed. "Especially since he's new to Paris and all."

"N-no." Lila stuttered. "Of course not." She smiled. "I'll totally get them to meet with you, Billy." She assured the boy.

"Y-yeah." Billy slowly nodded.

"Hey, Lila!" Rose called out. "Have you made peace with Damian?"

"I'm sorry Rose." Lila sighed. "I know how much you would love to meet him, but he and I aren't really talking to each other right now." She sniffled as a lone tear fell from her left eye.

"O-oh no." Rose immediately rushed to the girl. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "I shouldn't have rushed you to it."

"It's alright Rose." Lila offered a smile. "I know you didn't mean any harm."

"I'm so sorry about that Lila." Rose apologized once more.

"So Billy!" Marinette called the new student's attention. "About that tour."

"Oh right!" Billy nodded. "If you would."

"It would be my pleasure." Marinette smiled.

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After the tour, Billy offered to walk Marinette to her home. It turned out that she was also living close by.

"I didn't know you owned a bakery." Billy stated.

"I don't want to brag," Marinette admitted. "Besides, you'd have run into it sooner or later." She smiled. "I'm surprised your family found an apartment building so close to the school." She stated.

"It's mostly me." Billy corrected. "Uncle Dudley and the Vasquezes have their hands full with my foster siblings." He informed. "Apart from work reasons, they can't really come here and monitor me."

"That must be lonely." Marinette sighed.

"I've lived in the streets, so I can survive whatever the universe throws at me." Billy offered. "That and my foster parents and Uncle Dudley trust me enough to live on my own."

"You really love your foster parents don't you?" Marinette smiled.

"If there's one thing I'd like, it's that I would love to have my twin sister with me." Billy sighed.

"You're a twin!" Marinette exclaimed.

"Fraternal twin."

"Still!" Marinette insisted.

"In any case, there's one thing I'm curious about in class." Billy changed the subject. "What is Lila Rossi's deal?" He inquired. "She has this aura around her that I can't explain."

"Oh, Lila." Marinette sighed. "Well, depending on who you ask, to me, Lila's been one big fat liar." She informed bluntly.

"Has no one ever tried to correct those lies?" Billy inquired. "I know for a fact that Damian Wayne doesn't know a Lila Rossi." He added. "I had the privilege of interviewing the Waynes a few times and they never mentioned meeting someone like her at all in those interviews."

Marinette listened to Billy's explanations with an open mind as they continued to walk towards the bakery.

"In fact, Mr. Wayne's youngest son isn't the social kind, well he at least gives off that impression." Billy supplied

"I did once upon a time," Marinette admitted. "I had this crush on Adrien and people immediately assumed that I was jealous of Lila and dismissed everything I said." She sighed. "She's also vying for him since the beginning."

"Have you done something that would warrant that kind of reaction?" Billy curiously asked.

"I admit that I've done some things I'm not proud of in the name of love." Marinette sheepishly chuckled. "I do know that's where the jealousy reason came from." She added. "It's still strange that all my attempts to discredit all of Lila's lies always end in failure," She sighed. "It got me expelled from school."

"That is troubling," Billy nodded. "I'm guessing that's where the lying disease came from?"

"You got it one." Marinette praised. "Well if it's you, who's somehow fluent in French despite being American, It's not a surprise."

Billy winced at the praise. He had cheated the system a bit and used magic to learn the language, with the assistance of the Wisdom of Solomon. He knew it was necessary to avoid miscommunication, it didn't mean that he liked that he was being praised for gaining something on a silver platter."

"In any case, welcome to my parents' bakery!" Marinette declared. "Boulangerie Patisserie" She gestured towards the store's sign.

Marinette opened the door and let Billy and herself inside the establishment.

"Maman! Papa!" Marinette called out. "I'm home!"

"Hello, Marinette!" Marinette's mother greeted as she restocked the shelves with freshly baked bread.

"This is William Joseph Batson, he offered to walk me home." Marinette introduced her companion.

"How sweet." Marinette's mother cooed.

"These are my parents, Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain."

"It's nice to meet you." Billy offered his hand to shake.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Billy." Sabine shook the boy's hand. "It's sweet of you to walk our daughter home."

"A fine gentleman indeed." Tom nodded as he too approached the young boy and shook his hand.

"It's the least I could do for making her go home so late," Billy smiled amicably at the two adults. "She was charged with touring me around the school." He explained.

"Doesn't change that you're a sweet boy William." Sabine smiled.

"Billy's fine."

"In any case young man, care to join us for dinner?" Tom invited the young boy.

"No thank you." Billy declined the offer. "I still have things to do back at my apartment." He explained. "I need to call my foster parents and siblings about my first day at school." He added. "And assure them that I hadn't run away."

"O-oh my." Sabine gasped at the revelation.

"If that's the case, bring some pastries with you," Tom stated as he offered the boy a bag of bread. "It's on the house."

"N-no."

"Just accept them." Marinette giggled as she went up the stairs. "They'll just ask me to find where you live and give them to you."

"O-oh okay." Billy smiled. "Thank you very much." He expressed his gratitude. "M Dupain, Mme Cheng, Marinette I'll be heading out now."

"Take care, Billy." Sabine smiled.

"I will."

The family that owned the bakery waited until Billy was out of their sight before they faced each other.

"He's an orphan." Sabine stated.

"No need to worry, Sabine," Tom assured. "Billy's got a family." He smiled.

"I hope so, dear."

"You should invite Billy over, Marinette," Tom ordered his daughter. "Let's make him feel at home despite being away from a loving family."

"Of course, Papa." Marinette agreed readily.

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Billy had just finished eating the dinner he cooked. He was just about to change his clothes when he slumped unto his bed, tired from the day's numerous events.

First day of school, classes, and an Akuma battle on top of that.

No wonder Hawkmoth was having a blast making supervillains out of Paris' citizenry.

Suddenly, Billy's phone rang, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Bonjour"

"Billy?" The other line answered. "Are you speaking French?"

"Sorry, Courtney." Billy apologized. "I didn't think to check who was on the other line." He admitted. "I thought it was one of my new classmates."

"How do you know French?!" Courtney exclaimed. "No, not important." She immediately amended her statement. "The league's on their way to Paris now." She informed the boy. "They don't look very happy with your words either."

Billy merely sighed at this development.

"Can you at least let them know to wait outside Paris's border?" Billy asked. "I can't have one member of the league going rogue due to magical means." She explained. "And could you at least get Wonder Woman and Aquaman to accompany Batman and Superman?"

"How'd you know Batman and Superman were the ones coming?"

"Just a hunch." Billy explained.

"If you say so." Courtney sighed.

"Billy, if there's something I can do to help." Courtney began. "Despite us being exes, you know you can count on me right?"

"I know Court." Billy nodded. "I know that, but you know that the league and I aren't on good terms right now." He added. "I can't have you put in a position where you have to choose." He explained. "We can still hang out as civilians."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Billy," Courtney whispered. "In any case, they'll be there in an hour," She swerved the topic to their previous discussion. "I messaged the league as we spoke," She explained. "Anyway Billy, talk to you later, I know your siblings are impatiently waiting for you to call."

"Who's impatient?!" Someone from the other line yelled.

"You're at home?" Billy exclaimed. "Figures Batman would send you." He sighed.

"I volunteered actually," Courtney giggled. "I told them you were in France but no they wanted to check on your home."

"Same old Batman." Billy sighed. "Thanks for the heads up Court."

"You're Welcome, Bill."

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Just outside Paris's border, Captain Marvel landed softly on the ground as few figures teleported to his location.

Batman, Robin, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman stood before Captain Marvel.

"Didn't know Robin would be here." Captain Marvel muttered to himself.

"Marvel." Batman began. "Your words against the league have garnered the world's attention. "What did you mean by ignoring the situation of Paris?" He inquired.

"I'll answer that question Batman once Wonder Woman and Aquaman answer my question." Captain Marvel responded. "Wonder Woman, Aquaman, what do you know of the Miraculous?"

"How does that answer our question, Marvel?" Superman inquired.

"Diana, Arthur, answer Marvel's inquiry." Batman ordered.

"My mother once wielded the Ladybug Miraculous." Wonder Woman answered. "She helped the world of Men during her time." She added. "There was also a Black Cat Miraculous holder among the amazons, she was one of those who perished during Darkseid's latest attack." She finished somberly.

"Atlantis was once a surface country." Aquaman followed suit. "The last remaining Prince of the Kingdom has acquired both the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous and wished for the resurrection of his older brothers and sisters that had perished in a war." He added.

"Any wish granted by both the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous would need a greater sacrifice." Wonder Woman's exclaimed.

"Yes, that sacrifice was the sinking of Atlantis." Aquaman nodded. "The prince wished for the resurrection and to stop the invasions against the country." He explained. "As such the sacrifice required was great." He added. "Almost all of Atlantis's people perished when the country sunk."

"Let me ask you, Captain, what does that have to do with your words to the media last Saturday?" Wonder Woman inquired. "You can't possibly say that the Miraculous has been activated don't you?"

"Yes, they are." Marvel nodded. "They've been active for months now."

"H-how?!" Aquaman exclaimed. "Why?!"

"The Moth and Peacock Miraculous are used for villainy," Captain Marvel answered. "Someone has gotten a hold of both Miraculouses to wreak havoc in the city of Paris," He explained. "From what I gathered, someone by the name of Hawk-"

Before Captain Marvel could even continue his explanations, shouts and shrieks were heard all over Paris. This did not escape the league's notice.

"Really?!" Marvel growled. "You were supposed to Akumatize every other day."

"Marvel, what is happening?" Superman floated.

"No!" Captain Marvel exclaimed. "None of you are to enter Paris!"

"Wha-!"

"I don't want to fight someone from the league ever again." Captain Marvel growled. "By way of an emotional terrorist or not." He continued. "Once was enough."

"Let us trust Marvel," Batman stated. "He knows more than we do." He explained.

"Robin do you have your phone with you?" Captain Marvel looked at Batman's new protégé.

"Whatever do you need of my phone, Marvel," Robin growled. "You better not overcharge like what your siblings did."

"Would I ever do that Robin?"

"Character lies are moot Marvel," Robin huffed. "Get on with it."

"Right."

Marvel opened the Ladyblog site via Robin's phone.

Marvel's hunch was right, Alya Cesaire was indeed streaming the current Akuma fight.

"If you want to know what's happening in the city, look at this," Captain Marvel handed Robin's phone to Batman. "An aspiring journalist is currently streaming what's happening in Paris, despite the risks." He explained.

Soon after, Marvel utilized the Speed of Mercury to help with the fight against the Akuma. Not a moment later, he appeared on the screen of Robin's phone helping two heroes in fighting the villain.

"It really is true," Aquaman stated in horror. "They're really activated."

"It is safe to assume that both the Moth and Peacock Miraculous are being used for Villainy as Marvel said." Wonder Woman nodded.

"Whitemore was right in telling us not to enter Paris at all," Robin commented. "The revelation alone would've made us doing the villain's bidding."

"It is a good thing we listened to Marvel's words this time." Wonder Woman agreed as she gave a glance at Superman.

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Marvel was back with the league outside of Paris's borders.

"One question Captain." Superman stepped forward. "What made you notice Paris?" He questioned. "Why now?"

"The Wizard made it a priority." Captain Marvel answered. "Something was amiss between Creation and Destruction." He explained. "So I came here to investigate and get to the bottom of it." He added. "And possibly get rid of that something that has tipped the scales."

"Something's wrong with the Miraculous?" Batman's eyes narrowed at the implications.

"It's absorbing some magic that was meant for its wielder," Marvel answered the question. "The Miraculous' magic does counteract against the one it absorbed but with the focus only there, the other half of Paris's heroic duo would act in a way unbefitting of a hero."

"I did notice that as we viewed the stream." Wonder Woman nodded. "At first he was acting like a rabid tomcat that only has set his eyes on a mouse or a mate." She explained. "After Marvel has shocked him one time, he was acting as he should be." She added. "Acting like a heroic warrior."

"I think that's enough explanations from Marvel," Batman stated. "Wonder Woman and Aquaman, you are to brief the rest of the league of what is happening in Paris." He ordered. "Robin gather the family and brief them of what you know."

As Batman gave orders, Superman approached Captain Marvel, who was tense.

"You know can count on the league's help." Superman placed a hand on the Captain's shoulders.

Captain Marvel gulped, still tense from the battle he was just in and the fact that this was like the second time he and Superman encountered each other since their brawl years ago.

"I-I know," Captain Marvel nodded. "I have this handled." He assured the man of steel.

"I know I should've stated right after you left the league, but I am sorry." Superman apologized. "I know I should've listened to your input but I let my hatred towards Luthor cloud my judgment. "He admitted.

"Are you just saying that because of the little call-out I did a few days ago?" Captain Marvel inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"N-no th-that's…" Superman trailed off. "It's a bit of that." The man of steel sighed in admission. "I keep thinking of worst-case scenarios if I do approach you." He explained. "And another brawl would break out."

"Give me a little credit here Superman." Captain Marvel responded. "I may have been a child then but I know for a fact that the worst-case scenarios we both thought up won't happen." He sighed. "I certainly handled things better than expected when I handed in my resignation from the league."

"You're right." Superman nodded. "For what it's worth, I apologize, I promise to do better."

"I know." Captain Marvel smiled. "For what it's worth, I don't bear a shred of resentment because of what happened." He informed the man of steel. "I just don't know if I could bring myself to be on missions alongside you." He admitted. "But I have forgiven you."

"You're a good person Marvel." Superman smiled. "I hope people and heroes alike look to you as an example."

"I hope not." Captain Marvel smiled. "I don't want people putting me on a pedestal." He admitted. "I'm as flawed as you and Batman, as flawed as any normal kid out there."

"Despite all this power, you still haven't lost your ground." Batman nodded. "Thank you for the explanations, Marvel."

Batman approached both men and placed a hand on Superman's shoulders.

"Superman, we're needed back at the Watchtower." The dark knight stated.

"Right."

"Batman someone should get Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne to release a statement." Captain Marvel suggested. "Someone in my class has been claiming that they've been friends with the youngest Wayne and she had to turn him down." He explained.

"Who is this person?" Batman's eyes narrowed.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Batman," Superman stated. "Can you reveal anything to us without divulging their names?"

"From what I gathered, she's an Italian transfer student. Her mother works in the Italian Embassy." Captain Marvel answered. "She also made claims about me, I am still waiting for her to reveal that information in public before making my statement." He informed the duo of heroes."

"I'm afraid to ask, but what has she claimed about you, Marvel?" Superman inquired.

"She claimed to go a long way with Mary Marvel and that we're apparently husband and wife."

Superman's and Batman's eyes narrowed at the statement. They were well-versed in Billy's family life and that included his twin sister and foster siblings.

Billy's relationship with Stargirl was a nightmare to those who were aware and unaware of Marvel's identity.

"Once she publicly claims that you and your family should make a statement immediately." Batman ordered.

"Noted."

With that, both Superman and Batman teleported away from the scene.

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1:59 AM

Billy: Just a heads up

Billy: A classmate of mine claims to go a long way with you.

Billy: Goes a long way with your heroic identity.

2:00 AM

Billy: Apparently, the both of us are husband and wife.

Billy: Our hero identities are apparently married.

Billy: I'll text you the time to call me, the talk with the league drained me.

Billy: Tell Freddy and everyone else good night.

2:01 AM

Mary: You better William!

Mary: Good Night!

2:02 AM

Mary: Everyone says good night as well.

Mary: Sleep tight Billy.

11:23 AM

Billy: Call me around 6:00 AM, your time.

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Morning classes came and went and before Billy knew it, it was already lunchtime. He was startled when his phone started ringing impatiently. Thankfully he had just finished eating his lunch before his phone rang.

He immediately excused himself from his classmates and headed towards the school's restroom to answer his phone.

"What do you mean we're husband and wife?!" Billy heard the angry voice of his twin sister.

"Relax, will you," Billy rolled his eyes at his sister's reaction. "There's a liar in my class who's telling tall tales." He explained. "While she only said that tidbit to me, it won't be long till she would tell that tall tale to my new classmates." He added. "I'm just giving you a heads up."

"I take it that you already have a plan in mind?" Mary asked.

"I still have a few things to consider before enacting it," Billy admitted. "I have a huge suspicion that she's actually a part of my mission here in Paris."

"If you sa-"

Before Mary could even continue her words, she heard the screams of panic and the alert through the phone.

"Billy, what's going on?" Mary asked in worry.

"Remember my mission?" Billy rhetorically asked. "This is part of it, the party where someone makes villains out of emotional people." He supplied. "I'm going to have to cut this call short, bye Mary."

"Take care, Billy."

Billy dismissed the call before he called out the wizard's name and transformed into his champion form.

[redhoodssweetheart]

Robin Tattoo

Genre: Soulmate AU

Relationship: Older!Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, swear word

Description:  Damian has known you were his soulmate for some time now.  And it isn’t until he gets a little too jealous that you manage to put two and two together.

A/N: The soulmate that Jason is talking about is actually an OC from my story with Jason called Under the Mask.

The little robin had been tattooed on your side from the moment that you had been born.  It was your soulmate mark, the thing that connected you to your soulmate and would help you find them.  You often stared at it wondering who your soulmate was and what they were like.  Would they be sweet and kind, or maybe shy.  Would they be strong and confident.  Thoughts were constantly swirling about what they looked like as well.

There were some worries as well.  What if you never found them?  What if they rejected you?  There were rare occasions where one soulmate rejected their destined partner.  It could be for any number of reasons, but it was very rare.  Only about two percent of people rejected their destined partner.

And you didn’t want to be a part of that statistic.

Your friends tried comforting you and telling you that if your soulmate rejected you then they were an idiot for passing up the opportunity to know you.  You would smile at them and tell them thanks, but their kind words did little to quell your fears.

Damian had always thought the robin was laughable.  When he had lived with Ra’s there was something about it that seemed weird and strange.  Why would he - the grandson of the demon - have a robin soulmate mark?  It wasn’t until he went to live with his father and took up the mantle of Robin that he understood.  The universe was weird like that sometimes.

Damian was now a freshman in college and he still hadn’t discovered who he shared the tattoo with.  He hadn’t been vocal about wanting to know, Dick and the others had a tendency to tease him about it, but deep down he wanted to know who you were.  Who was the person that was supposed to be the other half of his soul?

Seeing the tattoo had been a complete accident.  He had met you through mutual friends and one day he caught a glimpse of the robin tattoo when your shirt raised up slightly.  Damian had frozen in that moment, just staring at it until your shirt lowered again concealing the soulmate mark from view. 

You.

You were his soulmate.  Your friends were currently at the beach, Damian had invited everyone to come stay at the beach front house that Bruce had.  It was spring break and instead of going to the overcrowded beaches that most crowded to Damian had brought you all here.  It had been several months since had discovered your tattoo and he had yet to tell you what he was to you.

He remembered going to Jason one night, it was late and everyone else had gone to sleep, but Damian couldn’t shut off his mind and he knew that Jason would be awake.  He was always awake.

“Jason, if I ask you something… will you promise not to tease me or tell the others?”  Damian had hesitated, but he wanted to get his brother’s opinion because despite what others believe he looked up to his older brothers.  He loved them in only a way he could.

Jason had paused whatever it had been he was doing and leaned back in his chair.  Jason’s soulmate mark was on his wrist, it was his soulmates name, Freya Andros.  Some people had names of their soulmates, some had a shared image, and some had the first words a person would speak to their soulmate.  “I promise,” Jason loved to tease Damian, but he knew when he needed to be a big brother to the younger member.

“When you… when you met Freya how did you know you wanted to tell her?  I mean, I know it was easier for the two of you to find one another especially in today’s day and age with technology.  But with everything that goes on in our life how did you know you wanted her to be a part of it all?”

Jason studied Damian, he had wondered if he had found his soulmate, he seemed on edge and there were times when he would check his phone and smile, a rarity for the young Wayne.  “I wasn’t going to seek Freya out,” he admitted.  “I thought having a soulmate would distract me from our mission.  I covered my tattoo when I became Bruce’s adoptee that way people couldn’t trick me into making me believe they were Freya.  She came to Wayne Enterprises one day while I was there and begged to see me. They wouldn’t let her in, but I knew she was there.

“When I died Bruce told me that she came to the funeral, that she was devastated.  He said he had never seen someone look so broken before.  And then I came back.  When Bruce told me about her coming to the funeral, when I heard how it had affected her, I just didn’t see a point in not being there for her anymore.  I was miserable without her before I died.  Knowing she was out there, but not getting to see her, watching from afar to make sure she was safe was torture.  She was right there and I could’ve held her.  Seeing her face when I knocked on her apartment door, seeing the confusion and hurt and relief broke me.  I told her everything.  I explained why I stayed away, it wasn’t because I wanted to reject her, it was because I wanted to protect her.  She told me I was an idiot, but that she could also understand.  I knew I wanted her in my life because I felt alone, odd seeing as how I have you and a whole group of kids that Bruce has adopted over the years.  But I was missing something and it was her.”

Damian considered Jason’s words now as he watched you through the window.  You and several of your friends were already outside playing in the sand.  Billy stepped up beside Damian, “You’re not that subtle for a vigilante you know.”

Damian turned toward Billy and narrowed his eyes, “Watch it, Batson.”

Billy smirked, “Ruffling some feathers, Robin?”  He started backing toward the door, “Maybe I’ll go join them and hang out with Y/N.”

Damian gritted his teeth, “Leave her alone.”

“See you later, Damian,” then he was out the door and heading your way.  

Damian couldn’t help the jealousy that rose inside him and the feeling of anger.  He tried tamping it down, but when he saw you laughing and the way Billy was getting close to you he couldn’t take it.  He stormed outside and pushed Billy away from you.

“Damian!”  You shouted, but he barely registered it.

“You’re an ass, Batson!” Damian yelled.  “You know that?”

You watched Damian, saw the anger and jealousy all over his face.  He had always been like this when you were around and there were other men giving you attention.  He would sling an arm around you or angle his body just a tad bit closer to yours.  You hadn’t really thought anything of it before, hadn’t paid attention to the queues that he was giving you subconsciously.  It wasn’t until just now, the pure anger and jealousy on his face when it clicked.

Damian was your soulmate.

You looked to Billy, the knowing grin on his face, the mischief in his eyes.  He had known too.  He had figured it out and was pushing Damian to tell you the truth.  Which begged the question: why hadn’t he told you?

If he knew then what was stopping him?  Was he disappointed that it was you?  No that couldn’t be it because he wouldn’t want anything to do with you and you doubted he would get this angry and jealous with another guy flirting with you.

You reached out and took Damian’s hand, aware of everyone watching the situation unfolding before you.  He looked at you when he felt you slip your hand into his.  “Damian, come on,” you gently started tugging him toward the house, wanting some privacy from the others.  

He went willingly with you inside and once the door clicked shut behind him he said, “Y/N, I would like to apologize for my outburst, it was-”

But before he could finish his sentence you were wrenching his shirt up to see the robin tattoo.  Seeing it, actually seeing it there, made you pause.  Your eyes were locked on the delicate design of the bird, the way it matched yours completely.  Your gaze traveled up to his eyes and you saw pain there.  “Were you ashamed?”  Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“What?  No,” he said, of course you would think that.  “There is so much I need to explain, but I can’t do it here.  Not when there are so many people around.  Not when we’re not… alone.”

You let go of his shirt, “I need to go.”  You turned and darted up the stairs to your room where you slammed the door shut and crawled into the shower to cry.

Damian ran a hand through his hair and began swearing in Arabic.  This is not how he had seen this going.  Feeling eyes on him he turned to the windows to see everyone trying to act like they hadn’t just been spying on them.  Billy was the only one still looking at him with no remorse written on his face.  Damian would deal with him later, but for now he had to figure out how to fix things with you.

You hadn’t come down for meals, but one of your friends had brought you dinner.  They asked if you were okay and you told them you would be.  You had wanted to ask about Damian and see how he was, but then you remembered that you were mad at him and didn’t want to know.  You didn’t want to think about him.

You were staring up at the ceiling when there was a knock on your door, “Y/N?”  Damian’s voice drifted in and it caused you to sit up quickly, your eyes wide as you looked toward your door.  “I know you’re not asleep.  May we please talk?”

You wanted to tell him to shove off, but you also wanted answers and you would only be able to get those if you let him in.  Slowly you rose from your spot on the bed and opened your door.  He seemed relieved that you had and stepped aside to let him in.  You wondered if anyone else was awake and going to try and listen in on your conversation.

“They all went out,” Damian said as if he had read your mind. “I waited to make sure they were all gone before coming here.”

You climbed back onto the bed and watched as he perched himself on the side, unsure if he should be close to you or not.  “You said that we needed to talk, so talk.”

Damian glanced at you, a hint of a smile on his face, but it was gone before you even really registered it.  “First let me say I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be my soulmate,” he released a breath and squeezed his hands into fists.  “I’ve known for a couple of months now, and I debated telling you the moment I saw it.  But my life is, how do I put this?  Complicated?”

“Everyone’s lives are complicated, Damian,” you told him.  “Life isn’t easy.”

He snorted, “You’re not wrong, but there are certain factors that make my life a bit more complicated than most.  Where should I even begin?  I guess with where I grew up.”  

He launched into his tale.  He told you about growing up in the League and then coming to live with his father.  How Bruce Wayne was Batman and he was Robin.  He explained that he wasn’t sure if it was worth it putting you in danger, if he was being selfish if he told you the truth.  Was love worth the pain of possibly losing you to something that could potentially be his fault?  You listened to him talk and never once said a word.

You could see why he would be scared.  He explained about his brother Jason and how he hadn’t told his soulmate and then he had actually died.  He had wanted to save you from that same kind of pain because there was no guarantee that he was always going to walk away from a fight.  He then told you that it was Jason who convinced him that he should tell you, that when Jason had been returned from the dead he had sought his soulmate out because life just wasn’t worth living it without her by his side.

He even told you about how his mother had once tried to kill Bruce’s soulmate because she had this delusion that she and Bruce were meant to be together.  Thankfully, Selina Kyle was resourceful and had nine lives.  But that had made an impression on Damian and he hadn’t wanted to put you at risk like that.  You weren’t Selina and you weren’t a trained fighter like he was.  Obviously Damian had been through a lot and he had acceptable reasons to be a little wary when it came to letting people in.

Damian then said that he had planned to tell you after spring break.  He was going to take you to his favorite place in Gotham and just spill his soul to you, but Billy had had other ideas.  You took it all in and when he was done the two of you were quiet.  Damian waited for you to kick him out and tell him that after this trip you never wanted to see him again.

Instead he felt the bed begin to dip as you crawled toward him and perched yourself next to him.  You gently tilted his head toward yours and kissed his forehead.  Damian froze at the feeling of your lips against his forehead, surprised by this.  “Y/N?”

“I’m still mad,” you told him.  “But like your brother’s soulmate I can understand.  I still think it should have been my choice to tell you whether or not I wanted to be with you or not.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he told you.  “But let me make it up to you.”

“Okay,” you smiled at him and Damian thought that he had never experienced so much happiness as seeing his soulmate smile at him like that.

You pulled him back and the two of you curled up together under the covers, Damian gently kissing your head and telling you more stories of his family.  You listened wanting to know the things that no one else knew about him.

The rest of the trip went by a lot more smoothly and the others weren’t surprised when they finally caught a glimpse of the matching tattoos on y’alls sides.  Billy elbowed Damian and gave him a look like ‘you’re welcome’ and Damian knew he was going to have to teach him a lesson when they made it home.

When you made it back to Gotham you met his family and instantly fell in love with Alfred.  The kind older man took you under his wing and showed you how to patch up Damian if he was ever hurt and treated you like a granddaughter.  His presence was calming especially on the nights when Damian was on patrol or on mission.

Jason’s soulmate, Freya, was also a huge help, the two of you bonded over shared experiences given who your soulmates were.  And you slowly became more comfortable with them all and considered them family.

One night Damian took you to one of the rooftop balconies of Wayne Enterprises and you could swear that you could see the whole city from this vantage point.  As he held you that night you wondered what the future would bring for the two of you, but you hoped that it would be good for the two of you and that you could hold onto this happiness forever.

[klbwriting]

You’re Cute Billy Batson

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Billy Batson x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Billy has a crush on someone and for the first time he feels safe enough to act on that crush

Notes: I’m just stretching my writing legs again so I’m picking random fandoms and things that I write for to just get some things out of my system and get myself into the groove again

Billy was 14 years old, of course he had crushes on people before.  But that was before he lived with the Vasquez’s and had a family.  That was was before he felt safe and like maybe, just maybe, he could actually act on this and he wouldn’t have to run or he wouldn’t be taken from his home and lose more than a family.  So when he saw Y/N in the lunchroom he decided to sit with them and see how it went.  

Freddy was a little putout when Billy just walked by the normal table they sat at everyday but then he saw him sit with Y/N and just rolled his eyes.  Billy noticed this and glared at his foster brother who just stuck his tongue out at him making Billy roll his eyes.  Y/N had been sitting and waiting for Billy to say something while this was happening but decided it was up to them to speak first.

“Hey Billy, you sit here for a reason?” they asked, snapping Billy back to reality.  Now he was blushing and stammering.  Dammit he had planned to be so cool.  He was an adult superhero sometimes!  He had drank beer!  Sure it was gross but it had happened.  Now he just felt like a lame kid again as he stared at Y/N.

“Uh, ya, ya, sure” he said, trying to scramble his brain to work again.  “You look good today...really...well rested.”  Y/N smiled and blushed.

“Um thank you?” they said.  Billy sighed, knowing he had botched that up entirely.  But there was still hope.

“So uh, you busy tomorrow night?  I have a PlayStation and two controllers,” he said.  Dumb, dumb, dumb, they wouldn’t want to play video games for a date, then again he couldn’t afford to take them out anywhere anyway so video games would have to do.  

Y/N sat there for a moment and then smiled.  “Ya sure, I’m free tomorrow,” they said, rising when the bell rang.  

“Awesome, ya, totally cool, tomorrow, you, me, Fortnite, awesome,” Billy rambled, causing Y/N to laugh.  

“You’re cute Billy Batson.  See you tomorrow.”

[sweatergirlsposts]

Imagine the boys arguing over who makes you happier in the relationship

Pairing: Billy Batson x Male!reader x Freddy Freeman 

“Dude just because you became a superhero first does not mean that (Y/N) likes you more than me!” 

The boys have been feeling a little competition as of late in your relationship with the both of them. Lately you had been a little distance but they couldn’t figure out why, so they came to the conclusion that you needed time away from at least one of them and started talking about how they make you happy. Of course they would note off how each made you happy as an individual and they then started comparing. And with comparing comes disagreeing and disagreeing becomes arguing. Things were becoming ugly as the argument escalated when they started talking about their alters.

“Totally does Freddy, I was the original superhero”

“I’m totally going to ignore that you just said you were the ‘original superhero’ cause that would be Batman, but sure Billy whatever helps you sleep at night,” Freddy taunted under his breath. 

Billy was so fed up. He didn’t want to argue with Freddy about their relationship with you. You weren’t even there to cool down the situation. Billy just got so heated that he didn’t realize that his hands went to Freddy’s shoulder and pushed on it. Freddy had fallen back and over by the desk making it shake and knocking over some papers and books.

“Wow Billy push a crippled?!? Real Mature! Let’s take this outside and let our powers do the talking”

“You’re on Freeman” 

During their little quarrel, that was about to escalate to a battle of the death, Mary had been listening in and decided to call you. She didn’t want to see her foster brothers fight over a boy, especially one that loves them equally and not one more than the other. 

Waiting for you to pick up the phone, the boys had walked out of their shared bedroom ignoring Mary’s presence. Mary watched from the banister how the boys were walking in the direction to the back door. Running to the window in the boys room, she watched as the boys left out the back door and changed into their alters. 

“Hello?” you answered first. You saw that it was Mary who called you, which was unusual unless it was one of two things: A. the boys are fighting or B. she wanted to talk to you. You had a feeling that it wasn’t the latter this time.

“They’re fighting again,”

“Fuck,” you slam your pencil down onto the homework. You wanted to actually be productive with the time you had away from the boys but of course that wouldn’t happen tonight, ”Alright I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

“They’re not here (Y/N). They just changed and flew off”

“Okay new plan, how fast can you fly over here”

“Two minutes tops, why?”

“We are going to go find Billy and Freddy’s path of destruction and hope that they don’t kill each other before we get there”

Meanwhile at the abandon Philadelphia factory district, or what is left of it, Billy and Freddy took out their pent up anger and confusion and used it to fuel their fight against each other. Even though they had the same powers, each one excelled more at a different skill. Freddy was superior with lightning surges and flying, while Billy was superior in strength and speed.

“You’re the reason (Y/N)’s been distant. Don’t you ever think that when you brush him off he feels a hurt!” Freddy sent volts of lighting at Billy. 

“Yeah but you smother him too much. (Y/N)’s distant because of you!” Billy avoided the surge that was sent his way and grabbed a nearby lamp pole and vaulted it towards Freddy.

“STOP!” yelled a voice in the distance. Billy and Freddy knew that voice anywhere and the voice didn’t sound to please with what they could observe that was going on.

Floating in the sky was Mary holding you by the midsection. From what Billy and Freddy could make out from your facial expression was that you looked less than pleased. 

“What the actual hell you guys?!?!” you yelled from your place in Mary’s arms as she slowly descended to the ground. Despite being in their alters, Billy and Freddy looked visibly nervous for the tongue lashing you are about to give them this time. They too floated back to the ground and and moved to the spot where Mary had put you down.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” Billy asked on edge. You could tell cause he shuffled his foot behind the other.

“Mary had to call me cause you two knuckleheads were fighting over me again,” you looked back and forth between Billy and Freddy giving them a look that the sins would even be afraid of.

“You wanna know why I was distant? It was because of this,” you motioned to the several destroyed buildings around you guys.         

They kept their heads down as you started raising your voice, “I shouldn’t have to deal with your fighting. I’m your guys boyfriend not your mother! I just want you guys to get along like you used to when we first said that we’d all be together,” you paused taking in a breath, “When you guys fight it tears me apart. I’ve tried many times before to stop you guys but it can get tiring, so I took a couple of days to myself so I can recompose”

“We’re sorry (Y/N),” Freddy spoke up first 

“We were just worried that we weren’t enough for you,”Billy continued from Freddy’s statement.

You walk to the middle ground between the two boys in their grown alters and waved for them to come closer. When they were both close enough to your form you jumped up between the both of them and wrapped one arm around each boy/mans neck.

“You guys are enough for me. That’s why I’m with the both of you knuckleheads,” you gave a small peck to both Freddy and Billy’s cheeks, “You guys both make me so happy, but for me please stop fighting. I love you both equally”

“We love you too (Y/N),”

“Always,” Freddy finished Billy declaration. Putting you back down on the ground, you came up with an idea on how to finish the night off on a good note.

“How bout we head back to your guys place and watch a movie? I’m picking so you guys don’t fight,” you joked, and they chuckled feeling the gravity of the situation lighten. 

“Do you want to fly with me (Y/N)?” asked Billy then Freddy.

“Or with me?”

“How bout I ride with Mary this time and maybe next time we’re going somewhere, you guys can take turns”

Being in a poly relationships had it’s troubles but with them come solutions. Eventually the boys will learn and get used to knowing not to compare each other and how your love comes into play. For now it was okay to argue over the smallest trivials, just as long as they knew that you loved them equally.

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