#shazamfotg

[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 :(

[shzmluvrs]

Okay, so... to better help me with writing some of these imagines and whatnots along the way,,,,

What are some pet/nicknames you think Billy, Anthea, Freddy, and Mary would call reader🤔?

They can be personal, cliche, unique, I don't care, just give me some suggestions because I'd love to hear them! They can be platonic or romantic or both, and you don't even have to comment them or have reasoning (although I'd love to hear the reasons cuz *squealing in I love reading y'all's ideas*), you can just drop them in our inbox and even be anonymous if you'd like!

Fr just have fun with it, and know that, again, it'd be a huge help! Tysm for the support, y'all!

AND ALSO, quick question, should I start a tag list? Because I'm happy to have a tag list for specific works I upload. Like, every time I or Moon upload something Freddy related, you get tagged, or Billy related, you get tagged, etc etc? That could be cool, right? Just lmk if I should, and I'll flesh out the full idea later on :).

I'm out, peace✌🏽.

~ Star✨️

[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 :(

[theyluvlyss]

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

《 ♡ 》 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧

cute <3 (imagine)

say the word (oneshot/crack-fic)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

flight attendant freddy (headcanon/rant)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚

nothing here yet :(

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

fun fact: this is where I'm trying to shift, atm :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

[theyluvlyss]

omg im a shifter too 😭😭 what are your fav/main drs? mine is xmen and stranger things!!!

𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲😭...

like, it's actually not even funny the way I have over 30+ scripts🧍🏽‍♀️...

but anyhow, I'd say my mains/faves are shazam, stranger things (twin♡), the black phone (I scripted out the grabber, I'm not dealing with that man💀✋🏽), and darby and the dead. tbh, in terms of fave places I wanna shift to, it changes all the time. but shazam will always be my main.

fair warning, tho, I haven't shifted yet, so if you or anyone else has some much appreciated help or tips, I'll kiss you/them (with consent, obvs😻🙏🏽). you've also lowkey inspired me to shift to xmen like ?!?

[shzmluvrs]

I...

🥴💀

I'm sorry I haven't been as active (writing wise). I've just been struggling with both motivation and inspiration, BUT, special thanks to Moon for literally keeping this account alive and thrivin' while I sink further and deeper into my delusions😻✨️🫶🏽.

I will try my very best to finish up some requests because there's some sitting in my inbox with amazing plots that OFC I adore, but again, my brain is...bleuagh ;-;.

So anyhow, here's something I wrote on my wattpad a while back to hold y'all over, I hope :)♡.

~ Star✨️

Take Your Pick

Prompt: A smushed bullet, maybe worth a couple hundred bucks. Or, potential new friends. Take your pick, and choose wisely :).

Timeline: Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Reader has pets and siblings⚡️Slightly OOC Billy? But it's okay, it still works⚡️The Breyers💀⚡️Cursing⚡️Yelling (at the pet🥴)

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

Requested By: 😼Moí😼

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"Will you shut up?! I'm going...!"

Booming thunder almost drowned out the sounds of your vexed shouts, heavy rain causing you to flip the hood of your jacket up swiftly before scanning the area outside of your house. There weren't any cars passing by or people walking down the sidewalk, and for good reason. Not to mention, it was freezing cold, and you hadn't even been out more than a couple of seconds. It made you wonder how your pet could bare to withstand the awful weather long enough to not come running back inside on their own.

"(Pet's Name)!!" You called, practically having to shriek just to be heard from where you stood. "Come on, where are you?! Get in the house, I don't have time for this!!"

You huffed when your pet was nowhere to be spotted at the call of their name, and at the fact that you were slowly becoming drenched in the cold, rain water. Upon looking back towards your front door, you could see your sibling looking back at you with a determined glare, clearly a lot more worried about the animal's whereabouts and safety than you were. You knew they would probably make their way back on their own, but you also knew your younger sibling was bound to throw a fit if you didn't at least try, so...

"(P/N), get your ass in the house...!!!"

A flash of lightning blinding you momentarily, and another crack of thunder soon after, startled you. It seemed to have the same effect on your animal companion as well, the outline of its figure suddenly flying past your feet and into the house. But, not without knocking you onto your butt in the process, of course.

"(P/N)~!" Your sibling cooed graciously, inviting the animal into their arms with love and care before shutting the door. Your brows furrowed, and yet you couldn't even find the energy within you to be irritated. It was late, you were tired, drenched in rain water and mud...

"Dammit..." You groaned, as you moved to stand. If you sat here any longer, you'd surely catch a cold. Not to mention (having underestimated the severity of the storm), you were left with little protection. A thin jacket, your pajamas, not even any glov-

At almost light speed, you yanked your hand away at the sensation of something slimy under your hand. A sound of disgust left your mouth, head quickly whipping downwards to focus your gaze on the culprit. You prayed it wasn't a bug or some type of water-creature, and then left pleasantly surprised to see it was just a small, plastic baggy.

One could even say a little underwhelmed, your harsh, wide-eyed gaze softening once your disgust had cleared. Upon further inspection, you had begun to notice an odd shine under the plastic. Gold and small, reflecting against the mix of streetlight, rain water, and occasional lightning that piqued your interest beside your better judgments.

But, as the downpour began to grow heavier than before, you settled for internal compromise. You snatched the bag and stood up fully, turning to make a mad dash back to the safety and warmth of indoors. With a slam of the front door, you'd soon shower and dry, clean your room, and finish any schoolwork due the next day before dedicating the rest of your time to inspecting your newfound trinket.

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"Do you know what I think it is?" Your interest heightened at the red-head's words, your head turning away from your open locker to face him.

"Hm?"

"A warped piece of metal with no significance to anyone or anything?" His twin had suggested, leaving you to huff and narrow your eyes at the boy sporting his signature leather jacket. You had half of a mind to snatch your "warped piece of metal" away from him in attempts to prove both of the Breyers otherwise.

"Well, yeah." Burke agreed with a teasing smirk. "But also, a huge waste of your night spent drooling over it like a lunatic."

"Mncht. You guys are assholes, you know that?" You chastised with the click of your tongue, shaking your head as you finally yanked it away from in between his fingers. "I'm starting to wonder why I even hang out with you two."

The twins shared a knowing glance, looking back to you with answers you didn't have the strength to combat.

"We give you rides to school." Brett began, Burke next with another example until they were speaking in tandem.

"We pay for all of your food."

"We keep other assholes away from you."

"And we'll mess you up if you don't do our work."

You huffed, your eyebrows jumping with at their words.

"Oh, yeah. Right..."

As odd as the... situation-ship... started between you and the Breyers, you were starting to ponder if it was even worth it. The only reason they lingered around you in the first place was because of a deal you three struck months and months ago...

In the simplest of terms, you did their homework, no questions asked. And in return, they'd keep lesser-known bullies off of your back and, occasionally, throw money in your face to pay for certain luxuries you couldn't afford yourself.

At first, the deal remained strictly buisness. Hell, Brett and Burke still finding loopholes in order to get away with treating you like dirt without "voiding their contract." But after a while, they began to lightly tolerate your company, and you, theirs. Unlikely acquaintances, regardless of how idiotic they proved to be every single school day.

"Whatever, (Y/N), just don't let it affect your "flow," if you catch my drift." Brett sneered, knocking his shoulder into yours. Albeit, not as harsh as he would the normal Fawcett Central populous, but still rough enough to catch you off guard. The tiny, circular metal flew from your hands, rolling amongst the shuffling feet of other students rushing to their classes while you gave chase, mumbling to yourself in urgency.

"No, no, no, I can't lose it..."

It only seemed to listen to your quiet pleas at the expense of a foot in its way, your brows furrowing at the sight of worn out, faded blue Converse. When your head had managed to angle its way upwards, you were met with the confused, downward gaze of a boy your age. Striking green eyes looked into your (E/C) ones, leaving you to shuffle back awkwardly until your head bumped against the lockers.

"Oww..."

"The hell...?"

You began to stand, rubbing the back of your head with an open palm to sooth yourself while you spewed out your set of excuses.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I just- I dropped something and I was trying to get it, and like- Yeah, so I- ... It's..."

With the boy staring at you as though you were a bother (you were), you gave up with an explanation and simply pointed in the direction of his shoe. He followed your index finger, eyes landing on a copper piece of-

"Oh shit..."

He thought there was no way this was real, no way this could be true. He didn't believe in fate, but upon bending over to pick up the metal at his foot, he was genuinely starting to believe. Had it really come back to him after all of this time?

A whole year later, after he and his brother had finally accepted its permanent disappearance? Hell, he would've thought the sewers washed it away into the Bermuda Triangle by now.

"Yeah, that!" And before he could give it proper inspection in order to fully believe his eyes, you whisked it away from him and back into your possession with a giddy smile.

"Thank you!" You chirped with a polite grin, turning to continue about your day.

The moment he had realized you were about to take your leave, he was hit with a quick decision to make...

Take a chance and hope to the gods that piece of crushed metal in your hand was what he thought it was. Get it back and surprise his brother with the prized possession he had so clumsily dropped down a sewer drain forever ago. Or, allow you to walk away out of his life forever, bullet in hand, and never knowing if he had the chance to rekindle a bond between his super-obssseed brother and smushed metal.

"Hey, wait..." He started, shutting his locker while gaining your attention. You almost didn't stop, the embarrassment of practically crawling at his feet making you internally cringe at the thought of having to engage with him again. Maybe it would be to tell you off on how weird you were being, or... who knew.

"What is that?"

'Oh?'

"Oh! I... I actually don't really know, but it looks cool, doesn't it?" You chuckled, the boy's interest pleasantly surprising as you wandered back towards him. You held up the metal between your thumb and index finger, allowing him to have a close look.

"Where'd you get it?"

"I found it." Was your technical answer. "Outside of my house, washed in the curb. I was looking for my pet 'cause they got out and, when they ran back in, I-"

"Can I have it?"

His blunt request caught you by surprise. In the middle of your story, no less. Then again, you wouldn't be surprised if he was growing irritated with your rambling, simply interested only in your weird little find.

Your brows furrowed. If that was the case-

"Wh- No. It's mine, I'm not just gonna give it to you."

There was an awkward silence that loomed over the two of you, the halls growing empty with only a few stragglers left behind. The boy in front of you was beginning to become unsure of himself, but the thought of Freddy's smiling face urged him to try again, simpler this time. Backing up his request with a bit of context.

"Sorry, I just-... My name is Billy."

You stared at his outstretched hand with hesitance, ignoring your acumen as you accepted the handshake.

"(Y/N)." You informed, and Billy gave a small nod.

"Okay, (Y/N)... Um, I know this is gonna sound super weird, but that thing you have? I'm, like, ninety-eight percent sure it's a bullet that I-... Well, my brother owned a long time ago, which I stupidly lost, so yeah. Crazy, right?"

Your immediate response to such a tale was to let out a stiff chuckle, removing your hand from his in a flash.

"Are you... serious right now?"

"I know, it's-... I could prove it to you, I mean... Okay, in the bag, right? There was also this little certificate thingy, and if you have it, I could-"

"-I don't." You interuppted, completely flabbergasted by the forwardness Billy was presenting. And you thought you were weird, crawling at people's feet on the dirty school floor for a piece of junk. But it was your junk, and clearly, it wasn't any worse than some random trying to lie and take it from you with some elaborate, intracte fib. That was weird. And, in a moment of hypocrisy, you had begun to let him know such.

"And even if I did, I'm still not giving it to you because I don't even know you."

"I just told you my name!" Billy exclaimed in surprise, you raising your arms swiftly just to drop them against your sides.

"So? Just 'cause you introduced yourself still doesn't make you not a stranger. I'm not giving this to you."

"Oh my gosh, no... please..." He sighed to himself, realizing he was practically going to have to degrade himself in order to convince you. He was never fond of asking others for help, especially if he didn't know them prior. So, you could only imagine how one Billy Batson felt about begging...

"It's... Like I said, it was my brother's, and I lost it, which is kind of a bad move on my part. I just really need it back, okay? It's super important to me."

You huffed, taking a large step back to create distance between the two of you while curling the supposed "bullet" into your palm, closing your fist and letting sass fly from your mouth.

"Dude, why would this piece of junk be important to you? Do you hear yourself right now? Because you sound insane."

Were the Breyers starting to rub off on you?

"Like, seriously. Do you just... what, spend your free time collecting small trash from random people? 'Cause that'd be kind of pathetic."

. . .Nah.

"Well, if you think it's "trash," then why do you wanna keep it so bad?" Billy countered with an equal amput of attitude, throwing his hand towards you as a small gesture of, 'You're being a hypocrite.'

Which, you were. But-

"What's so wrong with giving away what you don't even need?"

"Because...!" You started, but soon realized you had nothing to back up your greediness before shrugging to yourself and simplifying, regressing, your mindset.

"Finder's keepers, loser's weepers."

"Oh, come on...!" He groaned while you giggled, watching as he inhaled deeply, as if to suck up his pride before he slowly dropped to his knees. The sudden action caused heat to rise to your cheeks, and though there were hardly anyone else left in the halls at the moment, you still looked around in hopes they wouldn't catch a glance of the embarrassing scene before you.

"Dude, sto- What're you doing? Get up, you're emba-"

"-That's not even fair, I literally thought I'd never see it again! It's got so much sentimental value, and I can promise you that it's worth basically nothing. I'm begging you, can I please just have the bullet."

"No!" You sighed, exasperated. You urged the boy to get up off of the ground, but soon found you could simply just exit the conversation altogether. With that, you swiveled on your heal and began the trek to your classroom, a breath you didn't realize you were holding in your chest falling out of your lips in vexation when you heard the scuff of Billy's shoes chase after you.

You didn't alter your pace or try to lose him in any way, strolling onwards in the hopes he'd realize he would be late for class as well and eventually go away.

"I'll pay you."

"Whaaat..." You spoke flatly, not even asking because you were too entertained by such an offer. And to think, earlier today, you had two boys telling you how useless your metal was. Now, you have a boy willing to pay for it, a whopping amount of-

Of...

"...How much?" You found yourself entertaining his claim, just for the fun of it, Billy pulling his wallet from his back pocket while he spoke.

"All I have."

The two of you watched as he opened up the beat up, brown leather, all that was left to flutter out was a couple of dollars and loose change.

"Boy, please..."

His eyes traveled between your dissapearing figure and his scattered change, calling out to you with one last hope.

"I'll have more tomorrow...!"

"I thought you said it was priceless!" You shot back, looking over your shoulder while his lips fell open, words he hadn't formed yet struggling to push their way out of his throat until he gave it up with a shrug.

"I lied."

"Goodbye, Billy!"

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"Oh my shit, it is a bullet..." You murmured to yourself, peering through the lens of a magnifying glass down at the chunk of metal sitting on your desk. Under the light and with close-up inspection, that boy from earlier had proved himself right, but it only furthered your incentive to keep it.

One, because it was kind of cool, in a nerdy, geeky sort of way.

And two, because of the question that loomed in the back of your mind; Why would a bullet have washed up right outside of your house? You supposed an answer to that was quite easily feasible, Philadelphia not the most peaceful city in the USA. But that simply begged another inquiry.

Why would some crushed up bullet be so important? Important enough to be found in a plastic bag. Important enough for someone to try and buy it off of you.

You raised from your chair, stalking over towards your trashcan and digging through it until you found what it was you were looking for. You eventually pulled out that familiar baggy, waltzing back towards the desk and sticking it under the light from the lamp next to the bullet. Sure enough, now that you could actually see it, you found that there was a small paper card bonded with the plastic due to he rain water. It was dried now, the print smeared and hard to make out.

But, it didn't take much time for you to put together that it was a certificate of authenticity. Not only that, but you were able to see what used to have been a signature, likely from someone of importance, along with the name of whoever owned it.

"D...'D' 'Y'...Eddy?... Free...man...Eddy Freeman?" You sounded out, and all you could think about in the moment was how far away from 'Billy Batson' that name was.

"That kid was for real trying to hustle me." You scoffed with a laugh, shaking your head as you gently pried the card from the bag. Some of the print was still stuck to the plastic, but it didn't matter to you much. You could still make it out on the card, not to mention, you had the bullet itself. You could either keep for treasure or sell it.

'Ping!'

A notification popped up on your phone, your eyes twinkling in thought as you read the contact name.

'Breyer Idiots'

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"Dude, just let it go." You sighed, shutting your locker closed and pushing away Billy's hand that held an almost suspicious amount of money.

"I'm not giving it to you."

"Why not?" He practically whined, following after you as you walked into the lunch room, books and lunch bag in hand. "I'll do whatever you want, seriously! I know we can strike some sort of deal here, if you just-"

"Stop groveling, Billy. It's not cute~." You tutted with a teasing, sing-song tone, and then suddenly dropping your voice an octave and narrowing your eyes. "It's annoying."

You went on, avoiding eye contact while you sat, and huffing to yourself when Billy sat beside you.

"Besides, I couldn't give it to you if I wanted."

"(Y/N)-"

"-I sold it."

Billy's green eyes widened at your swift confession, going slack-jawed for mere seconds before shooting you a distressed hiss.

"You what?! Why?! Oh my go- Why would you do that?"

"So that you'd leave me alone." You spoke as though your reasoning were obvious, ignoring Billy's intense glare while you sipped at a Coke.

"Well...?!"

"What?!" You sassed, making eye contact with the pestering teen since the two of you had first sat down.

"Who'd you sell it to?!"

You paused. You hadn't been prepared for that question, although it should've been the obvious next inquiry from him. The truth was, you did try to sell it. It just... didn't fall through has planned...

"Burke."

"Who?" He encouraged to speak up, unable to hear your meek response that you were quick to change up once you realized he hadn't heard you.

"Brett."

Another bout of silence, Billy's brows knitting together, pondering the name until it clicked and his heart stopped.

"No..."

"Them." You confirmed, pointing out the fraternal twins who had just entered the cafeteria, greeting their group of friends loudly and obnoxiously while Billy sank further in his seat, relishing in the crisis you had put him in.

"No, you didn't."

"I needed the money!" You attempted to justify.

"You did not..." He murmured to himself, still stuck in complete disbelief. There was no way, he thought. But the look of resolve written across your face made it clear that you were a really good liar meant your claim.

"So, let me get this straight..."

"Billy, please just let it go..." You whined, tossing your head back while he berated you as calmly as he could.

"...You'll sell to those two asshats. But you wouldn't sell it to me? Are you for real?"

"I didn't, and still don't, know you. Obviously, I trusted them more than you."

"You trust them more than me?!"

"I do, actually, yes." You nodded curtly, and you had to admit, it was technically truth. Though you weren't fond of the two, the twins had yet to betray your trust as far as your deal went. And Billy? He had already lied twice in the two days you've barely known him.

"H-!"

"Oh, what?! Okay, c'mon, is this payback 'cause of what went down with Anne? Ditching me for a girl?"

The boisterous voice had startled the both of you, the two of you jumping and then heating up under the stares of those around who were annoyed with the boy's shouts.

"That's not... what this is." Billy muttered, the boy ignoring as he plopped himself down right in between the two of you, curls bouncing with before sparing you a wide grin.

"Ah, so then you're just new here." Was his next conclusion, Billy shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Freddy, no... She's-"

"Flight or invisibility?" He interjected again. You were swift to gather the fact that he was the more... talkative one of the pair, as well as learning his name. Freddy. It definitely suited him.

"Please don't do this right now." Billy sighed, looking away as if he were suddenly regretting the choice to be seen with his friend.

"What? I have to test her, it's personal code." Freddy informed.

"It's annoying."

"You're annoying."

"Invisibility." Was your final answer, having given his interesting question much more thought than you should have. Freddy smiled at this, happy to be entertained and entertaining, throwing a hand towards you in praise.

"Ah, see? Everybody chooses-. . ." He stopped. His sure grin phasing into one of bewilderment, having never received the latter as an answer to his question. "M'wait, what?"

He watched as you nodded. As though the answer was obvious while he patiently awaited your explanation. It was the first time he had gotten anything different other than a look of irritation or the immediate departure away from his person.

"Yeah, 'cause-"

"-We don't have time for this!" Billy exclaimed. So much for your why. "Freddy, she's not new. This is the girl I was telling you about last night. She's-"

"Oh-hoh, shit, you have my bullet!" Freddy nodded, finally grasping onto your identity while your brows furrowed, and you leaned over to direct your words towards Billy.

"You told your brother about me?"

"Well, not anymore..." Billy huffed, not even answering your question, but responding to Freddy's excited remark on his long-lost prized possession.

"I sold it." You finished, calmly taking another sip of your soda in order to avoid the incoming calamity.

"You did not!!"

"That's what I said. And get this: She sold it to the Brey-aH!"

You kicked at Billy's shin, stopping him from finishing his sentence. You were beginning to realize you were digging yourself a deeper hole than need be, and as fun as it was to mess with them and as hopeful as you were for them to leave you alone, it was time you admitted the truth.

"...How would you get it back, anyways? Billy only has three dollars, so I can only imagine how little you have."

Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of you. You just had to know, didn't you?

"I have my ways." Freddy muttered smugly, Billy shooting him a look that could be read as, 'Hush'. Maybe they were hiding something, a huge secret that only the two of them could know. But you had no interest in that, listening as Freddy went on.

"Plus, I'm literally the certified owner. I don't care if it makes me seem desperate, but I have the triple B on speed dial, ensuring I will get my shit back one way or another."

You pursed your lips up, undoing so just as fast before asking, "The triple B?"

"The Better Buisness Bureau."

You nodded slowly. Thought you didn't want to acknowledge it, the thought of getting into any minor legal trouble over some metal was concerning. Not by much, but just enough to question if you should really keep messing around. And though you had recalled the name on the card, "Eddy Freeman," you had to admit it was pretty...

No.

Really, coincidentally close to "Freddy."

"Fine!" You burst, startling the boys on either side of you. "Fine-fine-fine. I...uhm... You're gonna laugh when I tell you this..."

"(Y/N)..." Billy started, narrowing his eyes towards you.

"No, no, really! It's hilarious, actually." You further assured, taking one last sip in order to force down the lump in your throat.

". . .I never sold it. They didn't want it, so...I kept it."

Freddy's mouth widened into a smile, voice crack-y laughs escaping his throat in pure relief and excitement while Billy's expression remained the exact opposite. A deadpanned stare into your soul as he scoffed, his eyes then rolling before he snatched his tray off of the table and made his way out of the cafeteria.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

"Pfft- This is crazy, I can't believe you've had it this whole time!"

You shrugged.

"Well, I didn't just wanna give it to Billy. I didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. And I still don't even really trust you, I mean... what's your full name?"

"Freddy Freeman. I will literally pull out my birth certificate and prove it to you."

'Oh.'

". . .Do you just...carry that around, or?"

"Give...!" And right as he reached for your backpack eagerly, you pulled it away and set it into the chair that Billy had just left.

"I don't have it on me!" You exclaimed. "I left it at home. You're gonna have to wait."

"Or," Freddy began to suggest, impatientness clouding his better judgment. "You could grab it after school and then bring it over to my house. And! ... I'll tell you how I got it and where it came from once you're over so that the trip won't be for nothing."

You gave his offer genuine thought, weighing the options in your head while your eyes began to wander around the lunch room. You had noticed how eery the vibe had become, not because of Freddy, but because of everyone else looking at him. Maybe it was because of his natural, loud-talking ways. Or maybe it was because the Breyers had inevitably caught notice of your time being spent with their main target rather than with them.

Or, more accurately, sitting with them in order to do their extra work while they made you the butt of the joke every four seconds to their peers. With that in mind, you had noticed how you actually felt more at peace with Freddy, and even Billy before he left, regardless of the stares. And... if this was what it was like to have people who were actually willing to converse with you outside of some one-sided deal, then maybe it was time for a change.

"You'd... You'd do that? Even after all of the crap I've put you through to get it back? And after I lied?"

Freddy shrugged.

"You were just being protective of your find, I mean, trust me, I get it. Superhero stuff is cool and rare. I'd lie about it, too."

You smiled to yourself, allowing it to grow when the boy nudged you gently. Once you nudged him back, a realization dawned on you when you looked back towards the empty seat, your backpack sat where Billy used to be seated.

"I still have to apologize to your brother. He was begging me for two days straight just so he could make you happy. I feel kinda bad..."

"Agh, he'll get over it. The way he talked about you last night, it sounded like he was talking about a friend rather than someone treating him like...like..."

Both of your gazes shifted towards the Breyer twins, and though their harsh and plotting stares had subsided, the sinking feeling still sat in both of your chests.

"Like those two butt-clowns."

"Pfft-! Yeah, I... I know exactly what you mean."

Freddy sighed with a nod but was quick to change subjects in hopes of solidifying your friendship.

"So, invisibility. Why?"

You smiled, eagerly sharing your thoughts with the notion that you would definitely be exchanging Brett and Burke out for Billy and Freddy. No more homework and, finally, some real friends.

I may or may not make a part two, but like... not right away, cuz I'm sure y'all want me to get on them requests that y'all have ASAP no Rocky, sooo🥴.

Let me get on that🫡.

I hope you guys enjoy this, though!

~ Star✨️.

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[shzmluvrs]

I've been staring at/watching this edit over and over again for days now, so I figured I'd share so that y'all could, too😻😭✨️.

Like, I-....I...I....🥴...

~ Star✨️

[shzmluvrs]

YALL-... Yall, I know I literally just posted not even two seconds ago, but...

JUST LOOK, JUST FCKN L O O K...

I DONT KNOW WHO DREW THIS (creds to them tho ofcofc) OR IF ITS AI (??) OR WHAT, I JUST RANDOMLY SAW IT ON PINTEREST AND LISTEN...

LISTENNN...

As a young black girl who always strives to see herself in her fave environments and hyperfixations (such as Shazam, for clear example) and who can't draw for the life of her, YOU GUYS HAVE TO UNDERSTAND HOW COOL THIS IS FOR ME AND JUST IN GENERAL BC AGAIN, LOOOOK AT ITTTT!!!

Don't even start with me, I will literally write an entire OC based on this pic right now and put her in a plot, TRY ME >:D.

~ Currently Screaming Rn, Star✨️

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Can you do how Freddy freeman would react to reader giving him flowers for apology or just for fun

-Kari❤️❤️

Oh my gosh, this is so-...

Oh my gosh🥺😭🩵🌼💙🌼🩵🌼💙🌼🩵.

Okay, so I've been debating how I wanna write this out ever since you requested it, and I've decided that I'm going to write the apology bit of your request as an imagine, and then the just in general/for fun bit as headcannons.

This will be the imagine, and then I'll link the headcannons to this page as well so that when I finish and upload them, you can always check back and you'll know/see it :).

~ Star✨️

Hydrangeas

Prompt: Playing dolls with Darla was always a fun activity. Granted, Freddy had reminded you time and time again that his "one of a kind" "usually un-replacable" "not toys, don't touch without asking" action figures were off limits, but Wonder Woman was making a great replacement for Raquelle, Barbie and Ken needing conflict, of course. Besides, you'd be safe and sound downstairs in the living ro-...

You tripped.

And down went Wonder Woman.

"(Y/N)...!"

And away went Freddy's trust.

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Implications of a fight⚡️Apologies⚡️Freddy being a nerd lol⚡️Reader encouraging said nerd behavior🤭

Reader: Non-Specified (a little bit fem coded, though, kinda)! Any Pronouns!

Requested By: Kari❤️

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Flowers HDCNS

To say that you "wore the pants" in you and Freddy's relationship was never something either of the two of you would agree with. Not because of whether or not the statement held truth, but because you both believed that loving one another in the ways you knew how had no gender-specific role.

And yet, here you were, anxiously shifting your weight from left foot to right foot in front of Rosa and Victor's front door. You hadn't even knocked yet, instead, knawing at your bottom lip while your mind swirled with nerves you thought you'd be able to control. Not the case, they proved, your hands practically shaking against the plastic wrapping that held a bouquet of flowers.

Hand-picked by you, of course. Hydrangeas in a multitude of blues, purples, and greens that even you couldn't peel your eyes away from when they had first laid upon them in the shop. This, along with a 99¢ dollar store plastic bag containing several treats and trinkets balanced in the bend of your arm, would surely leave Rosa a little confused when she answered the door.

As far as you knew, she had no clue you and Freddy had-... Weren't on speaking terms at the moment. But either way, she'd let you in, and that was all you needed to-

"Oh..."

'Oh shit.'

Your widened, (E/C) eyes and parted lips perfectly conveyed your thoughts, having not even considered that Freddy himself would be the one to open the door. The words you had prepared yourself to say over and over again zipped from your mind, nothing coming from your throat but small squeaks of forced air.

It was now a staring contest, the two of you waiting on the other to spare each other of the awkwardness. It never happened, and you could sense that in the next minute, Freddy would completely give it up and shut the door in your face. You couldn't have that. The whole point of this was to win him back over...

"I'm sorry." And you practically shoved the hydrangeas into his free arm, so hard he stumbled back a bit as he began to inspect the flowers suddenly gifted to him.

...You were failing so far.

"I mean, no... sorry. Those are... for you. The flowers. I got them for you, because..."

He looked up, only to see you had reverted your gaze down to your feet, still rocking side to side while your free hand fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

"...'Cause I was wrong. It wasn't just a doll, at least, not to you. I understand that, now. And I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you mad. Or break your stuff in the first place. I'm sorry."

Freddy's stoic front melted the more you spoke, practically smiling when he finally motioned you to come forward until he was able to pull you into his grasp himself.

"Oh, (N/N)..." Freddy sighed, chin placed against the top of your head. "I was never mad at you, how could I be mad at this cute face?"

He pulled away just to squeeze your cheeks together, your pout increasing at the pressure but dwindling away once he pressed a kiss atop it. Yet still, even through your now growing smile, you poked at his chest with an accusing finger.

"You were to, mad! You ignored all my calls and texts..."

A pause lingered in the air, the two of you staring at each other with grins and playful eyes until Freddy let his head tilt from side to side in acknowledgement of your claims.

"...Okay, maybe I was a little mad." He confessed. "But can you blame me? Limited edition, collector's item Wonder Woman figurine. Ya' can't glue the head and limbs back on when the base has cracks in them."

You nodded in understanding, remembering how far the drop was from the top of the stairs all the way down to the bottom. Not that it was a purposeful drop, but accidentally losing your grip on it somehow weighed more guilt into your heart over the past few days.

Especially when you weren't really supposed to have it in the first place.

It was the whole reason you had scraped together the money for flowers and other gifts, as well as found the courage to apologize rather than victim-blame.

"No, I can't blame you, even though I'm starting to think you like her more than me."

"Never." Freddy quickly debunked such a thought, his head shaking from side to side with his eyes lingering on your hand dissapearing into the plastic bag.

"Which is why... well... I know I can't replace the figurine. I couldn't even find another, let alone afford it. But I hoped maybe... this could make up for it?"

He watched as you pulled out a medium-sized box, the majority color of it white with advertising and lettering all around until you finally turned it so that the see-through plastic faced him.

His eyes went wide and his lips curled into a wide grin, immediately taking the item into his hands and reading the packaging over and over again.

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden Armor'

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden Armor'

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden-'

"NO WAY!! AUGHHH, NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY!!"

Freddy's shout cut off his own thoughts and nearly scared the life out of you, your own nervous giggles mixing in with his wild cackles while he continued.

"You like it?"

"You little minx, you! How did you get this, where did-?! You-!"

"Don't even ask me that, I literally had a breakdown looking for it." You brushed, swift to pull out another box just alike. "I also found this. You talk about him a lot, too, so I figured..."

You handed Freddy the box, the boy's slacked-jaw dropping even further than you thought possible when he scanned over the writing.

'Captain Everypower Jr.'

"Junior?!" He shouted in disbelief, causing you to laugh with a shrug.

"I guess they mixed you and the red one up, I dunno'."

Freddy was about ready to go to war right than and there, but was swift to process your words upon the fact that you didn't know his biggest secret. So, having to keep his little rants to himself, he gave a "nonchalant" shrug and a half-smile.

"Yeaah, probably, that's...that's it. Wha- But thank you so much, (Y/N), this is... I... I dunno' what to say..."

"Thank you." You filled in with a curt nod and a satisfied smile, Freddy once again bopping his head from side to side in agreement before bringing you in closer for a short kiss.

"You're welcome~." He teased back, stealing your line like you had his.

It wasn't long before he had finally brought you inside, the two of you wasting no time to isolate in his room. Finding a place for his newest additions amongst his memorabilia. Eating away at the snacks you had bought him. And you, laughing at the fact he decided to put his bouquet of flowers in a glass Superman cup rather than an actual vase.

Freddy had never been a flower type of guy. And don't even get him started on having to pick a type of flower for you. He wouldn't know where to start, what to get, where to go...

But after tonight, he knew that hydrangeas were to be his new and permanent favorite flower.

I know this was short, but it is technically going to be half of a whole thing, considering I've got headcannons on the way, so I hope you've enjoyed so far!! Rmbr, be on the lookout for the hdcns because I will link them :).

~ Star✨️

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Flowers HDCNS

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Doing Billy and Freddy's makeup headcanons? 😽

Omg, your mind, anon...!! Plz I-... because we deserve Bill and Freddy with liner, idc💅🏽. They're such pretty boys, like, we can't let their faces go to waste...

~ Star✨️

E.L.F.

(Eyes Lips Face, for those who don't know)

Prompt: Just how it would go/be like if you were to do Freddy and Billy's makeup (in my humble opinion). Yassifying them, if you will.

Timeline: Whatever fits best for you🫶🏽

TW/Content: None (cursing, tho)⚡️But srsly, that's it

Reader: Non-Specified! Any Pronouns! Implied Fem, tho, in some bits!

Requested By: Anon

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I'm just gonna do these in the order you requested them in, so starting off first with...

Billy -

He... doesn't hate it, but he doesn't really enjoy it either. It's one of those things where if he says no, you just have to accept it. There's no convincing him. But, if he's all like, "Mmm..." "Aahh..." "I dunno" "Wellll..." then definitely go for it.

Bother, pester, and beg him, and he'll eventually fold. He has limits, still, though. He won't let you do full face, none of that foundation, primer, no. None of that shit.

The most he'll let you do is some eyeliner, maybe mess with/shape his brows a bit, some gloss... little things like that. But it's all good because he's got a pretty face anyways, so more often than not, it's just a fun activity to do that keeps you busy and allows the two of you to spend time with each other.

Not to mention, (if he let's you) bold eyeliner looks really bring out that inner emo he denies he has.

(Like, sir, you literally were this🤏🏽 close to emo hair in the first movie, I don't wanna hear it🙄✋🏽). Speaking of hair, he'll actually let you tie it up if it's in the way. He doesn't like to inconvenience you, and the last thing he wants is you messing up his face, trying to "yassify" him.

Anyways, he likes to deny how pretty it makes him look and why it "takes so long" to be over with, and complain about how the "poking and proding hurts"...

Set his ass in front of the mirror and peep how fast the boy goes quiet and just s t a r e s at himself lmao.

He won't admit it, but he does think your work is very pretty😙✨️.

Plus, on the occasions where you finally get to convince him, a lot of the times, you'll straddle his waist and he just gets to hold you and focus on all of your already beautiful features while you spruce him up, and he enjoys it a lot because you never seem to notice nor try to hide yourself.

Gets very flustered very fast when you get super close to his face (often to do brows, liner, and/or mascara). Like, literally panics. Should he touch/hold your face (lovingly)? Compliment you? Kiss you? So many options, but he never goes through with them unless you initiate😭. But it works out well because you can usually tell.

Aka, Billy is doing puppy eyes without realizing it, and it's making you laugh and unable to focus🥴🫶🏽.

4.5 times out of 10, he'll let you put makeup on.

Freddy -

It's not his MOST favorite activity ever either, but he's a lot more tolerable of it than Billy is.

I'm talking, the boy will let you go ahead and do full face, BUT ONLY if he gets to stay in the comfort of his own room. Otherwise, it's just a couple of things he's willing to show off to anyone other than you or the mirror/camera.

Like mascara! He actually likes the way it makes his eyelashes look, he says it reminds him of how spiders look (you always remind him how that's not the point/goal but he ain't listening lmao).

He hates wearing any type of lipstick or gloss. He doesn't like the greasy, slippery feeling and he'll just lick it all off anyways, even if it does taste good. Lip plumper is a solid no-no, that shit burns and he'll deadass cry. The most he'll do is chapstick bc he doesn't like the feeling of chapped lips either.

Lovesss having his brows done (almost therapeutic), and he enjoys the way eyeliner looks. Lined neatly, though, not smudged. Billy's the one who's more into the smudgey stuff, not the perfect wings (emo🫵🏽!!).

It doesn't take much to convince him to do his makeup, but he's squirmy and doesn't sit still for very long, so regardless of compliance, it's still a whole task/chore fr. Again, straddling him is a good way to keep him in place, but that won't stop him from constantly trying to peer over and around you, look at his phone, shake hair out of his face (bc god forbid you tie it up🙄), all things that be ruining your work mid-way through.

No matter what you do, though, he always loves your work. Finds specific things to compliment and makes notes on what actually enhances his features and what doesn't. Super into it, more than likely because of the artist in him (I know we all saw his sketchbook in the movie, don't cap).

I wouldn't be surprised if Freddy would be cool with you actually painting his face and giving him wild looks. Would probably prefer that over you trying to yassify him and make him a pretty-boy (not to say that he alr isn't one, but ykwim).

7 times out of 10, Freddy will let you do his makeup.

If I had gone on any longer for either of them, I would've started writing FRfr🤭. But I hope you enjoyed what's written right here💕.

~ Star✨️

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I had the request screenshotted, but I lost it in my gallery after deleting a bunch of stuff for storage space and can't find it, sooo... my fault, shawty😗.

~ Star✨️

Unexceptable

(but not for the reasons you think, don't trip)

Prompt: Study date turned movie night? I think, yes. Except, obviously, it's not a date. You guys have established that within yourselves multiple times over the period of being assigned this project. So then, why does it feel like a date? And why didn't you think about doing the unthinkable before you did it? Why would you- Oh, nevermind, he liked it.

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

TW/Content:⚡️These bitches gay. Good for them. Good for them⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of struggle/confusion with identity and sexuality⚡️Mentions of death (in a jokey way, you'll see/be able to tell the context, don't worry)⚡️Billy being maybe slightly OOC?? But also maybe not

Reader: Male! He/Him/His Pronouns! LGBTQ+!

Requested By: @bansheecries

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Before the teacher could even call your name, your hand shot up into the air. She stared at you behind her glasses, unsure of whether or not she should bother before inevitably doing so.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Can I work by myself?"

Normally, the sudden attention of all of your peers would make you want to gag and recluse. But, you were willing to ignore it this time, seeing as working with some random classmate you didn't even get to pick seemed a lot worse.

"Well, honey, it's a group project. You can't do all of that work on your own."

'Oh, yes, the hell I can...' Was your thought to her innocent attempt at persuasion. On top of the anxiety working with a stranger caused you, you also knew that if you were stuck off with the wrong people, you'd most likely end up doing all of the work anyway. And get a lower percentage of the credit.

Screw that.

"It's fine, I just really wanna work on my own." You attempted twice, and the teacher still wouldn't buy it as she offered up a compromise.

"How about you just work with a partner, instead? There isn't enough to make equal groups of four, anyway, so... uhh..." She scanned down her list of student's names, stopping when she was satisfied with her choice.

"Billy Batson. You two can work together!"

You couldn't and didn't even look in his direction, not wanting to see whatever reaction it was that he had to this bit of information. You also refused to look in order to hide your own response, absolutely sure your body would just rat you out with the glowing red of your cheeks or the nervous shake of your hands.

Although, you supposed that this was what you deserved for being picky in the first place. Now left with the unavoidable predicament of working with your year long hallway crush, you figured you might as well make the best of it. Besides, you didn't even know if he was...

If he was part of...

He didn't even give off that vibe if you were honest with yourself. And you couldn't draw on whether or not he'd, at the very least, even be an ally. What would crush you is if he wasn't. And what would kill you is if he was in the community and just not into you.

So your "best of it" was essentially just getting free, extra eye-candy, at the low, low price of doing some lame school project.

What could go wrong?

"Now, class, I want you all to really focus on working through this over your weekend! It's due Monday afternoon, and not a minute later, so I don't wanna hear any 'Oh, I didn't have the time...!' excuses!"

"Hey..."

You practically jumped out of your seat at the sudden greeting, not even processing that it was Billy's voice until you looked up to meet his emerald eyes.

God, had he always been that tall?

"Yeah, what's up?" Was your painfully played off "nonchalant" response, as if you weren't literally scrambling to gather your loose items together and hold eye contact at the same time.

"I know we could just do this online, or whatever, but I've never really been good at the whole research thing... so, d'you wanna just hang and do it at my place?"

You could only stare, like a deer caught in headlights at his invitation that had ceased any movements you were making to a full stop while the class continued to chatter in their boisterous cliques and groups.

"Huh...?"

"The project." Billy clarified, hoping he wasn't being too quiet for you to hear. He was aware of his tendency to pose as a little distant. Maybe even shy. But with you, he hoped to possibly strive for some sort of friendship outside of his siblings and goddesses (a.k.a. Anthea, unknowingly to the average citizen, of course). He was never around in a single place long enough to actually form a connection, and now that he had been, he figured being partnered up with one person rather than thrusted into a group seemed to be more his speed.

Plus, Billy was intrigued with you enough as it is, always catching your eyes staring into his before you'd quickly look away. Or whenever you'd pass him, there'd be a sudden tension he couldn't place that was gone just as fast it came. Weird, at first, which was what anyone would think. But later on, as spoken...

Intriguing.

"Oh, yeah. Sure, I can do that." You nodded, flushing away any previous anxieties while Billy's lips pulled into the tiniest of smiles.

"Cool. Just meet me outside when school let's out, we'll just walk."

And with that, he was heading back towards his desk, leaving you to anticipate the future events of this afternoon.

The bell rang. Last period...

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It came and went, all thirty minutes of your eighth period class spent with your heart pounding outside against your ribcage and your palms sweating. You would've wiped the denim from your jeans away if it were possible, given how many times you'd run your hands against them. You couldn't even focus on the lesson, repeating in your head all of the things you could and should say and do.

Reminding yourself to act "normal" whatever that truly meant. It was times like these you struggled the most with being at peace with your identity. Technically, you were out. But it wasn't like everyone knew that, nor cared. And for those who did care, it was usually in a negative aspect that left you feeling isolated and abnormal.

But at the same time... you could be thinking about this all too deeply. It was just a harmless crush, and you knew nothing was likely to come of it. You relaxed yourself as you walked through the halls of Fawcett Central, knowing that whatever was meant to happen would. And that it wouldn't happen if you couldn't handle it.

Deep breaths. In, and out...

"Oh, so you're definitely (Y/N)...!"

You were taken aback by such a statement. Was it... obvious? Then again, who else would you be? But still-

"'Sup." You greeted with a head nod, the boy coated in blue returning it with an excited grin and a knowing point. You recognized him but couldn't place his name. A frequent target of the fraternal Breyer twins, the kid who was friends with superheroes, has a whole YouTube account dedicated to The Human Powerstorm...

"Y'know, Billy's been talking about you non-stop, and honeslty... I thought you'd be-"

"Shut up, Freddy..." Billy demanded though his teeth, sending his brother a nudge to the side.

Oh, there it is. That was his name.

. . .wait, what? Thought you'd be what...?!

"What, dude?! I was just gonna say I thought he'd be taller."

Oh, okay.

"We're the same height." Billy grumbled once more, rolling his eyes while you continued to stare. He stated a fact you didn't even realize, always having just assumed Billy was taller than you. But you supposed, now with the both of you standing, you were about the same height. Ideal for hugging.

You shook your head at the last thought, an intrusive one that made you grow hot at just the thought. Instead, you played it off as amusement, adding a shrug and a chuckle along with as you spoke up.

"It's fine, dude. It could be worse. We could be getting mistaken for sixth graders."

There was a pause in the air, the brothers staring until Freddy's smirk grew into a genuine (and... unique) laugh.

"I like this guy!" Was his announcement, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "I totally get why you two got paired up, now."

"Right..."

Billy seemed a little less than enthusiastic about the statement, but only because he'd wished Freddy would remove his arm from around you. He didn't know you like that, and he was already praying things wouldn't be awkward. Especially with his family.

Not that... Billy himself knew you that well, either. Regardless, he stared daggers and was only back to feeling content when Freddy finally dropped it and turned the conversation to the both of you rather than simply bombarding you with a million different questions.

Not that you minded, simply enjoying the walk to their house and seeing this as an opportunity to make new friends, get closer to more people. Certain people. Plus, Freddy's constant sly jokes eased your nerves, making it easy for you to use them as a launchpad in talking to Billy. He was happy to reciprocate whenever he could, but still remained somewhat reserved.

Neither you nor Freddy could truly place why, exactly. But it didn't last long as you approached their large home, yourself gazing up at it while the brothers entered ahead.

"Fair warning, my siblings are... I dunno, they're insane. So just, like... ignore them." Was Billy's slightly ominous warning, which left you to laugh in the slightest in understanding.

"Sure thing."

Your one instructed task to ignore his family was something you failed at almost instantly. How could you when one was cushions deep into the couch, yelling at his switch? Another hurriedly sweeping piles of confetti under a rug in hopes for her mess not to be seen. Two more arguing who gets to pick the next song while Freddy was quick to join the chaos, wandering in between them as if he were the true mediator of the bunch.

And then, the oldest two adults in the house, which you assumed had to be the parents, came into view in hopes to reorganize the child-ridden living room. The perfect chance for Billy to slip you by and upstairs to his room. No one noticing, no one stopping the two of you and causing a scene about the whole ordeal...

"C'mon, let's go." The brunette whispered, eagerly letting you walk ahead as if he were almost trying to push you up the steps.

"Oh, hey, kiddo! How was school?"

"Billy, who's your friend?"

Shit.

"Oh, he's-... We're just partners for a school thing, it's...not a big deal."

Rosa didn't believe that not one bit. Well, the school project made total sense, but the way she watched her son fidget around you nervously and refused to make eye contact, for fear of showing off the red glow of his cheeks, made it evident his feelings resided in hopes of being much more than "school partners".

Victor, on the other hand, thought nothing of it. Elated at the fact that such a partnership could breed new grounds for a potential friendship outside of someone already living in the house. He just needed to instill some much needed confidence and encouragement into his son, and all would be well.

"Ah! I remember those days...!" Victor sighed fondly. "You boys just let me know if you need any help. I happen to know my way around a marker and some glitter, courtesy of Darla."

"Dad, no, please..." Billy began, Darla peaking her head from around the corner of the den at the mention of her name.

"It's just research, we'll be fine."

"I actually... don't mind glitter..." You spoke up with a smile, already amused with the dynamics going on around you. But a quick glance in Billy's direction made you shrug, his joking glare meeting your (E/C) eyes, causing your opinion to change.

"But just research is fine, too."

"Of course." Victor nodded, turning and gesturing towards the boy in blue. He had regretfully gotten himself in the middle of Pedro and Mary's playlist argument, trying his very hardest to play "Keep Away" with the iPod held high above his head and waving it around wildly to avoid snatches and grabs. It was only when he heard his name that he paused, Mary taking the opportunity to yank the device away as he stared.

"Freddy is the one you go to for that. Or Mary, but I think she's busy."

"Well, good thing he has me." Billy retorted, a murmur that was laced with irritation and yet still caused the heat to rise to your cheeks. If you were already this flustered at simple and more than likely meaningless words and slight glances, you didn't have a clue as to how you were going to make it through the next couple of hours.

But, you weren't really left with much of an option, Rosa swift to intervene as she ushered you two away and up the stairs.

"Why don't you two just go on and get started. I'll just check on you later and bring snacks or something, okay? Okay, have fun!"

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Though Billy thought "fun" was near impossible given the circumstances, he wasn't shocked at the fact that your presence was making this all a little more bearable.

A lot more bearable, quickly discovering and admiring how efficient you were with your half of the project. Researching and rewording information seemed to be an ease for you, so much so that you were even able to multitask. Holding an entire conversation with Billy about something completely unrelated while leaving him to focus on the more visually appealing, creative bit of the presentation.

Of course, bliss would never last for as long as he'd hoped, Freddy consistently trying to barge in and join in on the bonding or offering uneeded advice. To both of you, on what should go where and what should be said about your school project. And to Billy, separately, his brother having already assumed the most intense of interests you could have in another person; a crush.

Or when Rosa would pop her head in, ever so curious as to what the two of you were up to, seeing if you were hungry and whatnot. As well as to shoot Billy knowing glances and encouraging thumbs up.

He would brush away the both of them, further amusing you and raising your hopes up in the matter that maybe Billy wasn't just eyecandy. That maybe you really did have a chance, if you played your cards just right. But, you also figured maybe right now wasn't the time. The circumstances incorrect.

'Just work on being his friend, first.' You thought. 'Don't blow it before you even have a chance.'

Even with such self-instruction, it was still hard. Hard to just want to be Billy's friend when everything that happened between the two of you insinuated more. At least, that's what you thought whenever your hands would lightly brush up against one another's. Sharing a pencil and notebook, or simply just because you were sat too close to one another.

Or when when one of you would enthusiastically keep the side conversation going, and then hurriedly look away to avoid such intense eye contact. Shy, the both of you, even though there was seemingly no reason to be. You even found it endearing when Billy would go through the trouble to kick Freddy and Rosa out of the room, away from the scene. Rejecting their offers of snacks or help, just for him to turn around and ask/say things like, "Are you hungry? I could get you something real quick." "Oh, don't worry, I can do that, you don't have to..." right afterwards.

"What, is that a band or something?" Was his next question. Although, this one wasn't as endearing and silly, or grounds for a new topic. No, this one... this one shocked you. Visibly.

"No, it's not a band!" You exclaimed through a chuckle of disbelief. "It's a movie! You've...never seen 'Stand By Me'?"

"No...?" He answered, more in tone of a question while your jaw dropped further to the ground, if possible.

"Never??"

"...Should I have?"

You disregarded it, the both of you now chuckling awkwardly seeing as he wouldn't be able to understand your reference anyway. And yet, you were curious to know what he had seen. Maybe you two would have a familiar favorite in common. Prerequisite for a friendship to thrive, of course. Totally not you just wanting to know everything about him.

"IT?"

"It, what?"

"No, the movie." You laughed. "IT."

Billy looked away, thinking for a moment and then answering the moment his green eyes shifted back to you.

"Didn't that just come out not that long ago?"

"What? Dude- No." You sighed. "First of all, it dropped in 2017, so no, it didn't just come out. And second, I'm talking about the original one. You know, Jonathan Brandis, all of them..."

"I don't... keep up... who?" Billy stammered, urging you to explain a little deeper.

"Seth Green... Tim Curry... these are well-known people, man."

Apparently not, silence clouding over the two of you as Billy shrugged lazily, smiling to himself, wishing he had a clue what you were talking about. Although he enjoyed hearing you ramble, he wished he could participate a little more. Harder than he thought, realizing he never spent much time on pop culture until, what...? Late fifteen?

He couldn't be blamed for that, could he? He was new to this. He only had three years of experience being an actual, semi-normsl teenager!

"Okay, fine, whatever." You huffed, mocking offense to his uncultured ways. "There's no way you haven't seen 'Breakfast Club', though."

"Uh, way." He sassed with another awkward chuckle, leaving your eyes to go wide in incredulity. "What is that? Do they have a club where they talk about breakfast? Like-"

"No, it's about-... Oh my god, bro, do you live under a rock?"

Sharing a loud laugh, both at his words and the ridiculousness of not having seen (in your opinion) such a masterpiece, you threw more to the table in rapid fire. Lightning round.

"Back To The Future."

"Nah."

"Gremlins."

"Mm-mm."

"Honey, I Shrunk The Kids."

"Sounds lame."

"Ignoring that. E.T."

"That's the one with the kids and the bikes, right? With that alien?"

"Yes!" You hissed in excitement. But seconds after, it struck you. You had to be sure...

"Wait, was it on Netflix?"

"Yeah."

You huffed. E.T. was not on Netflix.

"That's 'Stranger Things', Billy..."

"Nuh-uh." He shook his head. "Mary and Freddy are watching that together, and I refuse to give in to the hype. It wasn't a show, either. It was a movie."

"Earth to Echo..." You sighed, and he nodded quickly, giving an excited point and a smile in your direction.

"Yeah, that's it!"

"Dude..." You trailed, pinching the bridge of your nose before throwing out one last suggestion. He had to have seen this one.

"Goonies."

"Okay, now you're just making stuff up." Billy smirked, turning his attention back to the laptop while noises you couldn't even name if you wanted to left your lips.

"...!! You're literally wearing a shirt for it! Like, deadass merch on your body, right now."

Billy looked down, tugging at his gray T-shirt and looking almost shocked to see the word 'Goonies' written in its iconic font.

"I... just liked the pattern, man. I didn't know it was a movie."

And when he looked back up to meet your narrowed eyes, filled with a sudden determination he could recognize from the many times Freddy or Darla possessed the exact same look... he knew he was in for it.

"Unexceptable."

The laptop was whisked away from his arms into yours, your fingers expertly moving at a fast pace to Google, typing in a website you used to pirate watch movies for free. He watched, intrigued when you typed in the name of the movie on his shirt and hit play.

"What about the project?"

"Trust me, your knowledge on some of the greatest teen films of all time is much more important than some random facts on ancient Greece."

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You were right, Billy found, having thoroughly enjoyed 'Goonies'. As well as 'Karate Kid', 'Super 8', and right now, half of 'Weird Science'. He also noticed another fact, one of which he voiced to you under the light of the computer screen. The only light in the room, minus some coming from the hallway through the cracked door, seeing as the sun had gone down.

"You're really into the whole... eighties scene, huh?"

"Eighties, nineties, early two-thousands..." You trailed, your eyes glued to the screen as Billy's returned.

"I fuck with it." Billy nodded in approval.

"You'd better." You scoffed, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "These are literal works of art, I don't know how you missed them."

"I wasn't alive when half- No, all of these came out, (N/N)."

You felt the heat rise from your chest to your cheeks at a sudden nickname he had given you. It was the one thing that had finally brought you out of your nostalgic trance, seeing how nighttime plagued the room and how close you two had remained for so much time. Reminiscing on moments that had happened mere hours ago during the other movies. Deep dive talks, laughter, even more light touches you fought yourself to ignore.

Even now, your leg pressed up against his. Should you move it? Had it always been there? Maybe you shouldn't move it if it's been there the whole time. It'd be sudden and weird. Or maybe your leg up against his was already weird, and he was just being polite about it, not saying anything.

Oh shit. You hadn't said anything, either.

"Yeah, well, neither was I, and I still found a way."

"That's 'cause you're weird."

Your head whipped towards him at such a nonchalant statement, and though your brain was screaming at you to play it off in some way...

...Ignore it, act like you didn't hear it, take it as a joke...

"In a good way." He added swiftly, meeting your eyes that were full of offense, but now softening into flatterment while all that left you was a small, "Oh." sound.

"I like being aro- Hanging out with you. You're-... It's cool. Like, I like you, y'know?"

Billy fixing his words to sound more... "acceptable" didn't at all change the meaning of them. Not when his tone was filled with complete adulation for you. When he could barely push it out in more than a whispered volume, and certainly not when his eyes were blown as they scanned each and every feature on your face. Not shamelessly, though. It was more of a subconscious act that he couldn't help, now that he was finally given the chance under less than preferred lighting.

You couldn't miss any such signals if you tried.

"I like you, too." You responded, your lips curving into a tiny smile with attempts to find the words that matched his own. To convey everything you wanted to tell him and more, because you knew "I like you" just isn't enough. It was too vague, too... simple. It could mean everything, but it could also mean nothing. And, natrually, you wanted it to mean something.

Something like...

. . .

Something like not regret, even though that's what you felt immediately after you had pushed your lips onto his. If anything, you hadn't thought you could scramble away from someone faster while seated in a chair (at least, not without falling on the floor) until you did it successfully, just now. Regret festered into shame in mere seconds, and word-vomit was coming up, and out of your throat before you could stop it.

"Fuck, dude. Shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I-... I mean, I do, but it wasn't- I should've...asked? I don't know, I just, I-..."

"No, no, no, it's fine, don't worry about it."

'Don't worry about it? Was that a gold thing or a bad thing? As in, just forget it ever happened? Impossible, nope. This whole thing is ruined forever, there is no "forget about it," that's. . . Or like, as in it was cool and he wanted it...? Or, at least, liked it, I don't know. Oh my god, I'm gonna kill my-'

Billy clearing his throat brought you out of your head, and back into the deafening silence that caved over the two of you. Torture, really, the only word you could find to describe the whole ordeal until you found yourself apologizing again.

"Billy, I'm sorry that I-... Y'know..."

"I told you, it's fine." He shrugged, having not even taken his eyes off of the screen. Not... the best sign, although it became clear he had more to say as he looked down into his lap.

"I've, um... never been kissed before. So I just..." He laughed. "Was I any good?"

"You... What?"

Well, now you were just hopelessly lost, aside from being a hopeless romantic. Billy could practically sense the cogs turning in your head, from one, "Did I just steal his first kiss?" cog, to the "Wait, he's gay, too?!" cog, to the-

"You knew??!" Billy laughed at your exclamation, watching as you covered your face and shook your head in full embarrassment. Your repetition of the words going muffled by your palms.

"Oh my fucking god, you knew..."

"If it makes you feel any better," Billy started, gently prying your hands away in order to see you. Or to show off those stupid adorable dimples he had whenever he smiled. Probably both. "Not right away."

"When'd you clock it?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you as he moved himself so that he was back to being as close as possible to you.

"Right after 'Super 8'."

"Damn."

You thought you would've relaxed by now, free of the feelings, free of the closet, and the emotional turmoil that came with both. But with Billy's palm against the side of your face, bringing you in for more light pecks, you thought that maybe you'd slip into a heart attack or grow faint with how dizzy you were.

"OH MY GOD?!"

Scratch all that. It was now all back to panic and stress again as the two of you actually fell out of your seats this time trying to get away from each other, quickly looking towards the door to find Freddy's eyes near bulging out of his skull while Rosa struggled to keep her mouth covered with her hand. Hiding a wide grin.

"SORRY, sorry, our bad, we'll just-!" Victor stammered, throwing his hand up in an awkward wave, trying his best to shut the door with his wife and Freddy in the way.

"We just wanted to check in, carry on...!"

"We didn't see anything!" Rosa nearly squealed, having clearly seen everything as Pedro was quick and last to add, "You're gay, too?!"

The slam of the door triggered your burst into laughter, Billy struggling to pull himself together.

"Dude, you-..." Your gut laughs cut you off, practically gasping for air in between each giggle while he could only shake his head, glaring at the floor.

"I'm gonna kill my-"

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Idk bout y'all, but I love this fr. Like... I kinda sorta maybe based it off of a friend's experience (not to a T, I actually changed up a lot), but I still think that makes it all the more genuine.

Plus, a lot of the writing/thoughts are thoughts I've had my damnself dealing with my own sexuality and identity and whatnot (I'm Bisexual and Polyamorous), so it really just...

I'm proud. Of myself, of this imagine, of you all out there who are proud to be who you are, and I want you to know that you aren't alone. Because even if you only have one person on this planet who supports and loves you, just know that it's me (and Moon, ofc, so that's technically two).

DMs are always open, happy pride month, and I love you all so, so much🫶🏽💞.

~ Star✨️🏳️‍🌈

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I'M PHYSICALLY SCREAMING AND STIMMING AND DYINF BECAUSE HOLY SHIT I JUST READ THE CLOWN HEADCANNONS AND IM IN LVOE IM DYING AND YES I WOULD LOVE TO BE 2019 BECAUSE YES 👍

*screams*

Okay, so I went to sleep right after I posted this so waking up to you screaming in cursive in my inbox is taking me out, istg I've been laughing/feeling mega flattered for ten minutes now🥴😭.

BUT THANK YOU SFM I'M SO ELATED THAT IT'S LITERALLY BRINGING YOU PHYSICAL JOY!!! Like fr, I aim to please😻🫶🏽. Thank you sm anon (now confirmed 2019) for all of your support and love like fhdjjs and the fact that you made a whole account dedicated to reposting our stuff?!

Bye omg-

@anon-2019 <<< 🫢🥲🩷

I have so many requests stacked up from others, so I can't wait to get to them and post them, but so I can keep track, rmbr to sign off with your name (2019) so ik it's you and again, thank you sm for...e x i s t i n g😭.

~ Star✨️

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Is it the movie making me laugh or is it me making me laugh

~ Star✨️

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OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOON

-this is the anon who said she loved you guys idk you can name me if you want :) I DO LOVE YOU BOTH THO ❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕✨✨✨

I'm gonna name youuu... Kari. It's a Greek designation for women that's associated with the virtuous. The name means “pure of heart," and I think that meaning is especially fitting seeing as ... yk...Shazam... Billy being pure of heart... you get me🥴💀.

Plus, cuz of all the hearts you typed🫶🏽.

AND AGAIN, ILY2 AND ONCE MOON MAKES HER GREAT RETURN, I'M SURE SHE WILL TOO🤭💞.

So, welcome Kari, to our little Shazam corner :).

~ Star✨️