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#look i get his name is BATson but you have a little guy with the blessings of multiple gods and one of his patrons daughter Right There
rocker-socks · 7 months
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I see your Bruce adopts Billy au and raise you Diana adopts Billy while Bruce hovers on the sidelines playing godfather who has the adoption papers ready if something bad happens. Jon also gets this treatment.
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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year
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I'm at church rn and wanted to ask if you had any more snippets or sneak peaks for "Pretty Little Thing" or "One Last Chance" ? They're so interesting, I can't wait to read them when they come out
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Hey! Sorry it took me a bit but I was having trouble deciding what snippet to include. Since I'm planning of publishing the first chapter of Pretty Little Thing in the next week or two I decided to hold off on that one and give you a snippet from One Last Chance.
The three of them pulled up to a large beautiful home tucked away in the suburbs just outside the city. The lawn was freshly cut, a vibrant green dotted with brightly colored flowers. A white picket fence looped around the yard. It was the sort of house Billy had always dreamed of living in, the sort of place that he could make a home, if only in his wildest dreams.
“Are you sure this is the place?” he asked, his voice wavering more than he would like. 
Lois twisted around in her seat to face him. “Yep, this is the place. It’s pretty nice huh?”
“Do you think…” he trailed off, not quite sure what he wanted to ask. Was this a good idea? Did she seem happy here, with these people who promised her a great life? Would she remember him, or at least the girl he used to be? Would they want him? Would she want him?
Lois smiled at him. “I think there’s only one way to find out.”
Lois and Clark climbed out of the car, giving Billy a moment to collect himself. This was big. Almost as big as becoming Captain Marvel or joining the Justice League.
He shook his head, shoving down those fluttering hopes. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself. Anything could happen. They might not believe him. They might not like him. They might not want to deal with all the complications that would come with admitting they’d illegally adopted a girl who was presumed dead.
Taking a deep steadying breath, Billy climbed out of the car.
“Will you guys stay with me? I don’t want to lose my nerve.”
“Of course Billy,” Clark said, placing a large comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll be right behind you the whole way.”
Together they made their way up the steps to the front porch and rang the doorbell.
Billy had never felt so out of place. He was wearing his nicest sweater and jeans, his hair freshly cut, desperate to make a good impression on the Bromfields. He held the thick file of evidence that he had gathered with Lois’ help, clutching the papers to his chest and hoping his sweaty palms didn’t mess them up.
The door swung open to reveal a middle aged woman dressed in a nice, expensive looking dress, beautifully but a bit overdressed for a simple weekend at home. 
“Hello, can I help you?” She smiled at them politely.
Lois smiled back. “Hello, Mrs. Bromfield? I’m Lois Lane from the Daily Planet and this is my colleague Clark Kent.”
Mrs. Bromfield’s face lit up, her smile becoming far more genuine than it had been before. “Oh I’ve heard of you! You’re quite the globetrotter Ms. Lane, my husband and I read all your articles! But I must admit, I’m a bit confused as to why you’re here.”
Lois gently nudged Billy forward. He swallowed the lump  in his throat. “Hello ma’am. My name is Billy Batson and I think…I think you adopted my sister.”
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daydreamerdrew · 2 years
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Do you prefer when Mary’s Mary Marvel form is younger than Captain Marvel (usually a teen or kid), or when her own super powered body is an adult (like in The Power of Shazam)?
I don’t think I have a preference for Mary to transform into an adult or stay the same age. I think that when she’s stayed young it has made sense for those versions and when she’s become older it has also made sense for those versions.
Pre-Crisis Mary was portrayed as a hero on her own, not always working with Captain Marvel and Captain Marvel Jr. She appeared in her own comic stories across her Wow Comics (1940) cover feature and her solo book Mary Marvel (1945) and then later joined the team-up book Marvel Family (1945).
In this environment, I think it makes a lot of sense for Mary to not transform into an adult like Billy does. Her character works on its own to try to appeal to her intended audience. She was fun and fashionable and she didn’t have a noticeably different personality as Mary Batson and as Mary Marvel; she was often dismissed by bad guys as just a girl which she then always disproved by beating them up and making fun of them in the process. All of this I think worked better to appeal to teen girls by keeping her a teen girl, rather than become a fun and fashionable adult woman who was always dismissed as just a woman.
And her not transforming into an adult doesn’t read awkwardly to me when the family is all together because Captain Marvel Jr. was also a kid. Neither of them were Captain Marvel’s sidekicks, all three functioned as independent heroes, but because they were only together for the one book that inaccurate impression wasn’t made.
When Mary was rebooted for the Post-Crisis continuity in The Power of Shazam! (1995), she was made to transform into an adult for the first time as well as made to share the name Captain Marvel with Billy rather than having her own Mary Marvel. The Post-Crisis in-universe explanation was that Billy and Mary transformed into the forms of their parents C.C and Marilyn Batson.
(This was inconsistently portrayed after TPOS! ended, the further you get from when it stopped publishing the more likely you are to see her called Mary Marvel and/or staying a teenager rather than transforming into an adult. There are even some appearances that came out while TPOS! was still ongoing that do that.)
In this environment, it makes sense for Billy and Mary to both turn into adults (as well as share an equal name) as they’re appearing in a book together and are most often portrayed working together. It would have read awkwardly to have Billy and Mary as twins during the non-powered portions of the story, and then have Mary look significantly younger than Billy during the superhero parts which would give the impression of Mary as Billy’s sidekick.
On that thread, while I think that the in-universe explanation for Freddy not getting older being because his regular self only before he was attacked by Captain Nazi being what he truly desired made sense and it worked just fine when he was outside of TPOS!, I don’t think it worked very well when Freddy was with Billy and Mary. I found the assumption sometimes made by the in-universe general public that Freddy was Billy and Mary’s child unpleasant. And I think that it was weird to write Mary and Freddy as publicly romantic when Mary looked like an adult and Freddy looked like a teenager with no one commenting on it, especially when earlier in the series Billy tried dating an adult in his Captain Marvel form and everyone who knew he was actually a teenager was upset about it.
Looking at other versions of Mary, I think having Mary stay young while Billy became an adult in Shazam! The Monster Society of Evil (2007) and Billy Batson and the Magic of Shazam! (2008) made sense given that both were emphasizing a little sister-big brother dynamic between them. And having the Post-New 52 reboot version of Mary initially become an adult (as well as all the other kids) worked well given the tone of the reboot but now that she’s older and in college she doesn’t become visibly older and that works better for a coming-of-age college story.
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batboyblog · 2 years
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What's in a name: Captain Marvel Vs. Shazam
It's come to my attention I must once again teach you all the history of comics, Captain Marvel and Copyright so here we go
April 18th 1938 National comics (they officially changed their name to DC in 1977) published Action Comics #1
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bring the world Superman and the dawn of the age of Superhero comics. needless to say superheroes and Superman in particular was as popular with children of the late 1930s and early 40s as marbles and chewing gum (it was a much more boring age)
enter Fawcett Comics a somewhat struggling publisher. Fawcett looked at Superman and said "we need us one of those!" so in 1940 Whiz Comics #2 they did just that:
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we can see how the guys at National got a little annoyed. Today many many years into Superheroes being a thing no one would think to sue over a character so different from Superman. But in 1941 Superheroes as an idea were less than 5 years old and the beefy, black haired hero with a cape and chest symbol, and also super strength and flight seemed to the DC people to be just like they're Superman. Now of course the powers came from different places, Superman is an Alien, Captain Marvel got his powers from a wizard.
but most importantly while Superman out of tights was an adult, Clark Kent, with a job, reporter Daily Planet, Captain Marvel's secret identity was a kid, the 9 year old Billy Batson.
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The comic reading public of the 1940s was almost exclusively 7 to 13 year old boys. So nationally making a hero who was also a boy in that age group made Captain Marvel insanely popular. In 1941 Captain Marvel overtook Superman as the most popular comic in the market.
So DC sued Fawcett for copyright. The suit was filed in 1941 but pre-trail nonsense dragged it out so the case didn't make it into court till 1948 (that'll be important later).
The Case had one of the most jaw dropping rulings in Copyright history and it still keeps me up at night. National Comics basically got Fawcett employees to testify that they'd been ordered to copy Superman and had lots of comic panels where Captain Marvel was doing basically the same thing as Superman had in issues that came out earlier. Fawcett's lawyers did what I think they thought was a Hail Mary, they claimed National had no copyright on Superman, and they won.
You see in 1939 National comics signed a deal with the New paper company, McClure, to publish a Superman comic strip in their news papers
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The Court found that National had failed to put copyright notices on some of the strips. As such the court ruled that DC had abandoned the copyright to Superman and so had no right to sue anyone about it. The Court also found that Captain Marvel had been an illegal copy of Superman, but again National had no rights to Superman so it didn't matter.
Understandably DC basically shit their pants, they'd just lost the rights to their most important asset. They appealed in 1951 Judge Learned Hand (I only put his name because it's a great name for a judge) ruled that 1. DC did have rights to Superman, but the comic strips were in public domain. 2. Captain Marvel himself was not an illegal copy of Superman but some stories were clear copies of Superman stories and were infringement.
The fact that the law suit had stretched out to 1948-51 is a key part of the story. After WWII the superhero comic market crashed. Comic book stores didn't exist at the time, comics were sold at news paper stands and corner stores. There was no where to get a back issue. Kids who were 12 or 13 in 1938 got drafted off to war in 1943-44. As part of the war effort there was a massive drive to recycle everything including paper. Moms across America were more than happy to recycle "trashy" comic collections.
the crash was so bad effectively every superhero comic publishing company went broke, the field went from about a dozen companies to just one, DC. Only Superman and Batman proved popular enough to stay in the popular imagination, you didn't need a back issue because every then, like today knew the backstory of Superman and Batman.
Fawcett Comics was not so lucky, while Captain Marvel had been a great hit none of their other comics had done as well. By 1951 they were broke and couldn't fight National in court any more, they paid National $400,000 and agreed to never publish another Captain Marvel comic again. And with that Fawcett Comics effectively ended.
You may have noticed I said only DC made it through the post war Superhero Comic crash. That's mostly correct, in the 1940s a young Stan Lee worked for an outfit called "Timely Comics" which brought you Captain America, the original Human Torch, and Namor. Timely went bust in 1951, they limped on as Atlas Comics till 1956 when outside legal problems forced them to turn to DC for distribution and finally dying in 1957.
The original crew from Timely would reunite in 1961 to start Marvel and kick start the Sliver Age of comics.
All of this is relevant to Captain Marvel because in 1967 Marvel comics came up with it's own Captain Marvel. Now comes an important legal distinction, the difference between Copyright and Trademark. A Copyright is on a whole idea, So I can't take Superman the character and put him in a book, however, in theory I could nickname a character "superman" because he's really good at... baseball, or name a character "Clark Kent" the middle school science teacher. This is where Trademark comes in, trademark holds that certain words or images (such as a Superman S) can not be used to market things. So for example the words "Captain Marvel" are trademarked so can't be used to sell something.
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The cover of a comic is marketing, it's trying to sell the comic to you, so a trademark means only Marvel Comics can put the words "Captain Marvel" on the cover of a comic (or movie, or say it in a trailer for a movie, etc) Marvel's Captain Marvels were never very popular but they kept them going because....
In 1972 DC bought the rights to Fawcett Comics' Captain Marvel. However they found they couldn't use his name on his comics. DC at different times tried to get Marvel to give up the trademark but they never did so DC did it's best to work around, generally bring out books with the "SHAZAM" title
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I wish I could find it there's a comic I remember very clearly where they had him on the cover and it was like "guest starring you know who" and he was going "shhhh don't say the name"
any ways this was basically the status quote till 2012 when Marvel shifted it's popular Ms. Marvel character over to take over Captain Marvel's title and they finally had a popular Captain Marvel for the first time in 40 years. With that and the DC universe getting rebooted in 2011 for the New52 DC finally decided to cut losses and give up on calling the Big Red Cheese "Captain Marvel"
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he's somewhat awkwardly just used "Shazam" for a name ever since though fans largely ignored it till the 2019 movie when new fans who only knew him as Shazam started to out number older fans, particularly after Marvel's Captain Marvel movie in 2019 clearly pushed her into the lead on "who's Captain Marvel" in the public imagination.
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cloudycera · 3 years
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The Street Rat Empire
( I like this name better)
Beta Chapter 1.
Billy hated summer, Most kids loved it and it was easier not to freeze to death during this time but for billy it was one of the more dangerous times of the year. With kids no longer in school more of them would be taking up summer jobs which it harder for him to get one and it always seemed like CPS worked harder now.
The raven was zoning out in The Tower, contemplating his life outside of The Captain and what he was going to do for dinner or if he was going to eat tonight to help out the younger kids in his apartment, he could swipe something from the Cafeteria when no ones looking but to be honest someone was always looking.
"Cap.....Cap?!"
Captain Marvel almost jumped out of this chair as he turned to The Flash who was looking him with a questioning smile.
"Yeah? Sorry I was....thinking" he said awkwardly chuckling.
"Obviously you've been staring out the window for the past 30 minutes, Hal was ready to bet you were a decoy or something" Barry said leaning against railings next to him.
"So what's eating you?"
Captain wasn't exactly sure how he was going to tell his teammates he was going hungry to feed other people so he shrugged and placed his forehead on the glass.
"Nothing much just....worried about some kids in Fawcett" He chose the half truth, it helped to only tell half the truth most times, this way they could understand his worry.
"Kids?" Barry asked.
"Yeah as Shiny as Fawcett is it's homeless population still makes up thirty percent a lot of them are just kids, it sucks that even with all the strength In the world I can't help every last one them but still gotta do something" Billy's sad smile shook Flash a bit, he was used to the happy go lucky optimism Captain marvel carried around with him but even as he knew how creepily happy Fawcett city seemed to be he just accepted that it would have a hero like The Captain who always brightened up the mood.
"Is that why you always sneak out like 20 boxes of pizza on fridays?" He asked.
The raven blushed but didn't look at Barry out of fear that he would look like an idiot,
"You noticed that....great" he whispered but Flash still heard it.
"Everyone did Capn, everyone" Barry pat Billy on the back and smiled. "You're a good man Marvel, I'd say it would easier to just call Child protective services but if you could you already would"
"Those kids trust me Barry, I'd never do that to them I know how sucky that life can be Foster isn't exactly kind to most....ah" It was too late once he realized he'd actually given out personal information about himself, Billy turned away from The Flash and was so close to just flying out the window.
"You were a Foster child, Captain?" A new voice to the conversation, Dinah The Black Canary walked up to them with a blank face but slightly sympathetic look in her eyes.
"Can we forget I just said that?, oops look at the time gotta go see you guys later!!" In seconds the raven was gone, guess the speed of Hermes came in handy sometimes.
"What was that?" Dinah asked Barry looking at the door he ran out of.
"I don't know, he was zoning out so I asked what's wrong and he talked about the homeless kids in Fawcett, I think he's just a little conflicted.... you should talk to him tomorrow"
"I don't want to make him uncomfortable but I'll try" Canary said.
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In a rundown apartment in the forgotten neighbourhood, Billy laid on his makeshift excuse of a bed. It was an old mattress that he sometimes let the other kids stay on if they wanted to hideout somewhere, he had a sleeping bag as the bed cover to make it less gross to sleep on.
He knew he could always just live in the tower and no one would ask questions but he couldn't bring himself to do it, not when the League didn't know his identity and he felt responsible for the homeless kids here too.
Billy had long since given up on trusting adults, yeah he absolutely trusted the League with Captain Marvel's back but nat with Billy Batson. Billy batson was a scrawny 12 year old with nothing to his name, living in a dangerous neighbourhood and eating out of a trash can on most days and the League was full of kind good people but that kindness proved to be pain in the raven's ass the older he got.
There was a knock on his door and upon opening it was a little girl named Alli who lived with her mom the floor below him, Alli's mom was an addict who refused to hand her daughter over to social services and was on the run but Billy felt sorry for them so he let them stay in the building.
"Their back again, the Lions are making trouble outside again." The girl said, Billy looked annoyed but smiled either way and patted Alli's head thanking her for the information and sending her off to her mom.
"One day...just one day...can't I just relax and over think"
He said before getting to the roof and saying his words of power to ultimately talk the Gang into leaving and maybe throwing some of them into each other.
(I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME SO PLEASE TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS)
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fanfic-requests · 3 years
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The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2
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8:15 am…
“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Wow. Very detailed answer.”
“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”
“Actually, kinda.”
“You’re weird.”
“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.
“Nothin’.”
“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.
“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”
“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.
“Thanks.” I start walking away.
“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.
“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”
“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.
My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.
When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.
“What you doing?”
“Just playing some Madden.”
“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.
“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.
“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”
“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.
“I take that as a compliment.”
“You shouldn’t.”
I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.
“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”
“I don’t sleep much.”
“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”
“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”
“Gymnast?”
“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.”
“How are you already retired?”
“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”
“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”
“Looks fun.”
“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”
“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”
“You say sorry a lot.”
“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.
“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”
“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”
“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.
“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.
“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”
“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Out.”
“You sound like my mom.”
“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”
“Eww.”
“Let’s go.”
“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”
“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.
She smiles at me, looking very confused.
“Hi. I’m Spencer.”
“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.
“He’s the new neighbor.”
“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”
“Oh, they’d love that.”
“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”
“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.
“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”
“Sure. Where are you guys going?”
“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.
“He’s going to show me around town.”
“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”
Asher and I run out to the car.
“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”
I look to the house for a second.
“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.
“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.
“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”
“Like… is he…”
“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”
“Damn.”
“Let’s move on to something else.”
“Like what?”
“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”
“Oh…”
“Begin!”
“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”
“Angel?”
“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”
“Five seconds.”
“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”
“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.”
“And now my life story feels pathetic.”
“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”
“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”
“Come on. I won’t judge.”
“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.
“What? The playground?”
“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.
I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.
“You’re crazy.”
“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”
“Everyone.”
“Well, kids can’t do this.”
I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.
“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.
“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.
“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”
“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”
“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.
“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.
“Shit. Can you do the splits?”
“Of course. But not in these pants.”
“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”
“Swings!” I run to the swings.
“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.
“I know. You got a girlfriend?”
“Wow. What a transition there!”
“And?”
“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”
“Bummer.”
“And you? You leave a girl behind?”
“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”
“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”
“It’s fine. Most people do.”
“So you’re out?”
“Yeah. For two years now.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”
I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.
“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.
“You okay?”
“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.
“You sure.”
“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”
“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.
“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”
“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.
“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”
“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.
“It’s all good.”
“Have you talked to him at all?”
“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”
“I can’t imagine that.”
“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”
“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.
“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.
“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”
“I know…”
“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”
“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.
“Wanna go get some ice cream?”
“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”
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redhoodssweetheart · 4 years
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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.
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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.
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Everyone has a type
I’m trying to be better at quick stories so uh here.
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One minute Billy was standing outside of Beck’s Diner, feeling cold and hungry and wondering if a quick meal was worth the last few dollars he had when a feeling came over him. It was both familiar and completely alien and from one breath to the next, he was somewhere entirely different. He blinked, Superman blinked back in confusion. There was Batman and Robin off to the side, Flash dropped a snack bar he’d been munching on in surprise, there were two Lanterns in sight and both of them were swearing. But mostly Billy focused on all the stars glittering from the windows and the lovely view of the Earth from the teleporter pad.
He was.... on the Watchtower. Wait a moment, he was on the Watchtower as Billy Batson. He went from slightly confused to panicking in moments. 
“Who the hell is that? It’s some kid!”
“How did he get here?”
“You were supposed to grab Marvel! Who’s this!”
“Shit send him back!”
“We can’t send him back! We don’t know what happened! He could be a spy and report straight to the villains!”
“Son,” Clark (no it’s Superman, don’t say Clark then you’re really screwed, Batson) said gently but with a steely, cautious edge to his voice. He floated closer and Billy took a few stumbling steps back. Should he run? He wouldn’t get far with the fastest in the League, save Marvel of course, right here. What would he even do? He knew these hallways like he knew the back of his hand but he’s in the wrong body and he had no idea what to do and he was kind of freaking out a little bit. Okay maybe a lot. His anxiety must have been obvious, if not for the reasons they thought, because Clark’s expression softened just a bit. “It’s okay, we had a little mix-up but we’ll get this worked out.”
“Where am I?” he asked because that was the logical question anyone would ask. 
“That’s classified,” one Lantern, John Stewart, said with a distrustful frown. 
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Clark tried again, floating a little closer. “What’s your name? Where are you from?” Oh no way in hell did Bill want his name in their files.
“Fawcett City,” he murmured instead, still tamping down the instinct to run. He glanced over at the Bats who had yet to intervene. The newest Robin, a kid his age named Jason was looking at Billy like he was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t figure out. Bruce, as usual, was hard to read behind the mask. 
“Well we got the right city at least,” Flash chuckled awkwardly. “You didn’t happen to see a flying man in a red suit, did you? Can shoot lightning, big smile, bigger heart?” 
Oh they were trying to get Marvel, made sense, it was just very, very bad news for his secret identity and overall mental health. He heard some of the others whispering to each other, going over the transporter and wondering what could have gone wrong. Pretty soon, they were going to draw together some very uncomfortable facts and his identity was going to be exposed. No one would ever take him seriously again, he’d be out of the League, lose all his friends and-
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw black and realized the Dark Knight had snuck up on him without noticing. Normally he’s taller than Bruce but now the man towers over him and he has to wonder how there’s any crime left in Gotham if this guy protects it. Even worse, he was smiling. 
“I believe we just had a simple misunderstanding,” Bruce (no, definitely Batman when he’s like this) said simply. “I’ll take Captain Marvel’s communicator back and we’ll send you back where you came from.” Billy’s mind went blank.
“We honed in on Cap’s comm,” Clark said with a frown before looking back at Billy, “but how does he have it?”
“A distracted hero, an enterprising and quick fingered boy and an opportunity too good to pass up,” Batman subtly looked over at his sidekick. “I’m familiar with the story.” Realization slammed into Billy, Bruce had recounted his first meeting with Jason at least a couple of times. He always had this soft smile on his face as he described coming back to find the Batmobile missing it’s tires and the bold street kid who’d lifted them. That was the same sort of smile he was wearing now.
“Are you saying this punk took Cap’s comm?” Hal said with a little laugh. “Man, you got balls kid targeting someone with the literal Gods on his side.” 
“Uh,” was all Billy could say because what else could he do? They thought he was a thief! And that Cap was a bungling idiot who let a kid steal his equipment! He supposed that was better than them realizing their teammate was twelve and homeless. He wordlessly opened his jacket and deposited the comm into Batman’s waiting hand. 
“He didn’t see you take it, did he?” Batman said casually, “he would have reported it missing if he had.” 
“Uh,” Billy said again because this whole situation felt like an uncomfortable fever dream. Batman tucked the device into his case and loomed a little bit more.
“Do no take things from heroes again or you may find yourself with more than you can handle,” he growled before nodding at John to fire up the teleporter. “But keep up those skills and you might find yourself with a job one day.” As before, one moment Billy was staring down Batman and the next we was back in front of Beck’s Diner. An old lady with a dog startled when he appeared put of nowhere and hurriedly walked past. Bill looked down at his hands in confusion.
“What just happened?”
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“Hey Cap,” Hal said in a sing song voice. “Lose something?” He continued holding up Marvel’s missing communicator. The parts of Billy inside the god rolled his eyes but on the outside, Marvel feigned surprise and took the device.
“I’ve been looking for this, wasn’t looking forward to asking Batman for a new one. Where did you find it?” Marvel asked, clipping it back on his belt.
“We were beaming you up for a mission debriefing and instead snagged a ratty Fawcett kid. Seems he nicked your comm while you weren’t looking, probably was gonna sell it or keep it as a souvenir until we accidentally kidnapped him.” Hal said with a wide grin. Wisdom of Solomon said the man was just teasing him and delighted to find a mistake in the otherwise godly reputation. Billy thinks he’s just kind of an ass in general. Or maybe he’s just a bit offended about Billy being called ratty. 
“Well I’ll be sure to secure it better this time,” Marvel said, already wondering just how to prevent this from happening again. 
“Yeah, be careful, Batman looked like he was ready to take the kid home with him,” Hal joked.
“Excuse me?” Marvel questioned.
“Bats was pretty impressed the kid was able to swipe the thing from you. If his other street kid sidekick hadn’t been standing right there, Bats probably woulda offered him a job right then and there,” Hal said with a laugh and a wave as he wandered off. Marvel just stood there wondering how close he got to having Wayne added to his name. This secret identity stuff really was getting to be a hassle. 
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The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2
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8:15 am…
“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Wow. Very detailed answer.”
“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”
“Actually, kinda.”
“You’re weird.”
“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.
“Nothin’.”
“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.
“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”
“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.
“Thanks.” I start walking away.
“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.
“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”
“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.
My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.
When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.
“What you doing?”
“Just playing some Madden.”
“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.
“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.
“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”
“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.
“I take that as a compliment.”
“You shouldn’t.”
I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.
“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”
“I don’t sleep much.”
“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”
“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”
“Gymnast?”
“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.”
“How are you already retired?”
“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”
“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”
“Looks fun.”
“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”
“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”
“You say sorry a lot.”
“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.
“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”
“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”
“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.
“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.
“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”
“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Out.”
“You sound like my mom.”
“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”
“Eww.”
“Let’s go.”
“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”
“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.
She smiles at me, looking very confused.
“Hi. I’m Spencer.”
“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.
“He’s the new neighbor.”
“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”
“Oh, they’d love that.”
“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”
“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.
“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”
“Sure. Where are you guys going?”
“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.
“He’s going to show me around town.”
“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”
Asher and I run out to the car.
“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”
I look to the house for a second.
“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.
“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.
“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”
“Like… is he…”
“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”
“Damn.”
“Let’s move on to something else.”
“Like what?”
“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”
“Oh…”
“Begin!”
“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”
“Angel?”
“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”
“Five seconds.”
“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”
“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.”
“And now my life story feels pathetic.”
“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”
“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”
“Come on. I won’t judge.”
“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.
“What? The playground?”
“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.
I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.
“You’re crazy.”
“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”
“Everyone.”
“Well, kids can’t do this.”
I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.
“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.
“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.
“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”
“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”
“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.
“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.
“Shit. Can you do the splits?”
“Of course. But not in these pants.”
“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”
“Swings!” I run to the swings.
“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.
“I know. You got a girlfriend?”
“Wow. What a transition there!”
“And?”
“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”
“Bummer.”
“And you? You leave a girl behind?”
“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”
“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”
“It’s fine. Most people do.”
“So you’re out?”
“Yeah. For two years now.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”
I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.
“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.
“You okay?”
“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.
“You sure.”
“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”
“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.
“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”
“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.
“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”
“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.
“It’s all good.”
“Have you talked to him at all?”
“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”
“I can’t imagine that.”
“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”
“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.
“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.
“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”
“I know…”
“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”
“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.
“Wanna go get some ice cream?”
“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”
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Platonic!Billy Batson X Reader X Platonic!Freddy Freeman
Warning: Nothing I can think of? Negative thoughts, small talk of bad foster homes
Word Count: +6,500
A/N: Hey y'all, this is the first fanfic I've ever posted on Tumblr so, I hope you like it! I got the inspiration for this story from @stxn-the-mxn 's story "Runaway". I got permission to write this story, and I urge you to go read their work! Hopefully if it does well I will write a second part! And now, on with the story!
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"So, Ms. L/N, you're last foster home not working out too well for you?" Your social worker asked.
You rolled your eyes. "Sure, you could say that."
She sighed as she looked down at her desk before leaning forward towards you. "And what exactly was wrong with this one?"
You stared down at her desk, folding your arms over your chest. Your last home wasn't the worst you have seen, but anyone could tell it wasn't going to work out. The kids all acted as though you were some kind of vermin infesting their home, going quiet whenever you walked into a room, and making sure to exclude you from almost everything. The parents hadn't noticed, always too busy at work or with their real children.
It had only been a few days before you had decided to take anything of yours, and theirs that you knew wouldn't be missed, and leave. You lasted about two days before the police caught you sleeping against a heater outside someone's house. This house was the final straw. You couldn't take going to another foster family.
"Ms. L/N, you have run from five families in the past three months. I'm sorry to say that we are almost out of options," she sighed, leaning back in her chair.
"That's okay. I'd rather no family than a fake one," you muttered.
"Y/N, I want you to know that I care about you getting into a good home. The last thing I would want would be for you to live out on the streets." Her voice sounded sincere.
You looked up at her, her eyes pleasing for you to listen. You turned your gaze back down to her desk. She's just saying that to try to get you to stay in a home, she doesn't really care.
"I can't go to another foster family," You told her, repeatingly kicking the foot of the desk lightly.
"That's fine," You glanced at her, surprised by her agreement. "I set up for you to go to a group home."
You sat up straight, "Wait, what!?"
You had just run away from a house filled with attention hogging kids and busy parents and now you're getting thrown right back into it? Great, now I know for sure this place isn't gonna work.
"They are just down the hall, waiting to meet you. They're a lovely couple, Rosa and Victor, and have had many kids similar to you in their care," your social worker smiled at you. 
You scoffed, collapsing back into my chair.
"Y/N," she called your name quietly, something in the back of your mind forced you to glance up at her, "Please give these people a shot, you don't know how it will go until you try it."
She stood up from her chair and walked around her desk, stopping in front of you. For the first time since you came into her office, you looked her in the eye.
"I know this is hard, but if you feel this home really isn't the best, or right, or you don't wish to stay for any reason, please call me. I will get you out at any time, if you want. Just, don't leave for the streets." She held out her card. You stared at it for a moment before grabbing it.
She smiled before walking towards the door.
"Let's go meet them!" She opened the door for you.
~
You sat silently, watching the lights of the city pass by through the window of their van. It smelt slightly of peppermint and bubblegum. Better than any other van you've been in, having usually smelled like booze or cigarettes.
"We're almost there, Y/N!" Rosa sent you a smile from the passenger's seat.
"Okay," you mumbled, not turning away from the window.
Sure enough, you soon pulled up to a two-story house alive with light. You stared up at it, worry filling your gut as you thought back on one of your previous foster homes. They had four kids who loved to use their foster siblings to benefit themselves. The eldest had threatened to break an expensive lamp in the living room and blame it on you if you didn't do all of their chores for them. You ran away the next morning.
Victor opened your door for you and held his hand out for you to take. You grabbed your backpack and dropped it into his open hand before snatching your duffel bag off the floor and hopping out of the van. You offered a small smile as a thank you before you took your backpack back, quickly pulling it on.
You caught the small glance Rosa sent Victor before he walked around the side of the van towards her. You slowly trailed behind him as you stared up at the house. Only about a ten foot drop from the second floor. You noticed most of the windows had their lights on which meant there were either a lot of people in the house or these guys really liked to leave their lights on.
"Y/N?" A voice called. You turned and saw Victor and Rosa already on the porch.
"Right. Sorry," You muttered, gripping the handles of your duffel tighter as you quickly made your way towards them.
"So, we know it's a little overwhelming at first, coming to a new home, but we promise everyone is nice and happy to welcome you!" Rosa promised, wrapping her arm comfortingly around your shoulders as Victor opened the door, leading you in.
Your attention quickly went to the large pile of winter clothes and shoes near the stairs. Yup, definitely a lot of people. You looked around the house but didn't spot anyone.
"Kids! We're home!" Victor called out into the seemingly empty house.
Before you knew it, the house jumped alive as people slipped down the stairs and through the rooms.
"Jesus!" You muttered when the group of people finally stopped growing. You counted about six or seven people, not including Victor and Rosa.
"Guys! This is Y/N! Y/N, this is the gang!" Victor introduced you.
You gave a small wave before the smallest one broke out of the group, bringing you into a hug.
"Hi, Y/N! I'm so glad you're here! I'm Darla!" She introduced herself.
You laughed awkwardly, your free arm patting her on the back, not comfortable enough to give her a real hug.
Once she finally pulled away, the tallest in the group stepped forward.
"I'm Mary! Nice to meet you," she held out her hand, which you carefully took.
She pointed out the smallest boy, who gave a small wave, "That's Eugene- '' after hearing her say his name he walked off to the next room, pressing unpause on his hand-held game.  Mary pointed out another boy, who looked a bit older than you, "-and that's Pedro!" After being introduced, he quickly made his way back upstairs, similar to what Eugene did.
Mary turned to Rosa and Victor and quickly engaged them into a separate conversation.
"I'm Freddy," a voice pulled your attention from the two women, and Victor, to the guy who stood in front of you. "That's Billy," He stated, pointing to the other guy who stood near the stair.
You held out your hand for him, "Nice to meet you." You offered a quick smile. 
You glanced down at his hand as you let it go, noticing his opposite arm in a crutch that helped him stand. You quickly looked away, not wanting him to think you were staring.
You turned to the other boy, Billy, and held out your hand just as you had done for Freddy. "Nice to meet you," You gave the same small, fake smile.
"Same here, welcome to the family. You're gonna love it here." He smiled.
You nodded, holding back the stupid remark that nearly came out. "So, any idea where I can put my bags?" You asked.
Freddy smiled, "Yeah, we'll show you! The only rooms left were with Darla or Mary, so we just assumed you'd rather have Mary as a roommate."
You nodded in understanding as you followed the two boys up the stairs.
"Watch out for the trip step!" Billy warned as we went up, you quickly stepped over it.
Freddy and Billy started down the hallway towards Mary's room. You were about to follow them but something in the room across from the stairs caught your attention. You glanced at the boys, who were busy talking, and quickly went in the room, dropping your duffel outside the door before going in.
The room had a computer at the desk, bunk beds, and way too many Superman mementos. On the wall hung at least three framed newspaper articles about Superman. You felt a smile creep onto your face at the sight. These guys were complete nerds! You thought.
As you turned to look at a different article, something flashed in your eye. You quickly turned and saw a batarang sitting on top of the dresser. 
"Holy shit!" You whispered, reaching out to touch it.
"There you are!" You heard someone say at the doorway.
You stepped away from his dresser. "Sorry! I didn't take anything, I swear." You promised, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.
Freddy made his way towards you, Billy close behind. "It's all good. That's actually just a replica but it looks and feels real!" He told me, pointing at the batarang.
"It's really cool," you smiled at him.
"Personally, I think Batman is a little over rated. Now, Superman? He's a real hero!" Freddy told you, pointing out the newspapers on his wall.
You laugh, "Yeah, I can tell. Both are pretty good, but I think we all know the real superhero is Wonder Woman." I told him.
Billy quickly interjected, "Come on, Batman is obviously better than both of your over glorified heroes!”
"She is literally a goddess, that plus her perfect track record equals the best hero." You smiled at him. "Besides, didn't Batman kill Superman just for being from a different planet? Sounds pretty racist to me." You said the last part in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah! Plus, Batman has had a million sidekicks, who he forced to all share the same name, for some reason, while Wonder Woman and Superman don't need any sidekicks!" Freddy joined in on my bashing of Batman.
"You know what? Superman sucks!" Billy yelled.
Before Freddy could yell back, Mary interrupted from the doorway. 
"Boys! Have you shown her to her room yet or were you just bickering the entire time?" She asked. The two scrambled to answer only for it to come out as jumbled yelling.
Mary sighed before turning to you. "Come on, I'll show you to our room."
You nodded, side stepping the two boys who looked ready to start their yelling match all over again. Mary picked your duffel bag off of the floor on your way out and started down the hallway to the last door.
Mary walked across the room to the empty bed with the desk at the foot of it. She placed your bag on the bed before turning to you with a smile.
"This one is your bed, feel free to unpack," Mary pointed out the dresser next to the desk, "The drawers on the right are all open for you. I'm going back downstairs, but if you need anything just ask."
You nodded and gave a quick thanks before she slipped out of the room. Frowning at your roommate's quick departure, you began looking around your new room. Two beds, one dresser, and a desk fit surprisingly snugly in the average sized space. Must be the paint color, you thought.
Before sitting on the bed, you pulled your duffel bag onto the floor and your backpack off of your back. You rested your backpack into your lap before zipping it open and digging out an old, beaten up notebook. You flipped to the next page before quickly snatching a pen out of a purple mug that sat on the desk at the end of the bed.
You sat down back down on your bed, placing your backpack next to your feet on the floor, before I started to scribble out the basics about your new home.
     House #16- Group Home #1
*Dad- Victor Vasquez
*Mom- Rosa Vasquez
*Child 1- Mary
*Child 2- Pedro
*Child 3- Freddy
*Child 4- Billy
*Child 5- Eugene
*Child 6- Darla
You made sure to leave plenty of lines between each name for when you found out more about then, and put the date at the top of the page with a dash for the date when you leave.
You clicked the pen closed and quickly shut the notebook, throwing them both into your backpack before kicking it under the bed.
"Dinner!" You heard Victor call from downstairs.
When you got to the dining room, everyone was already in their seats, waiting patiently as they talked amongst themselves. When you walked in, all conversation stopped, making you suddenly feel very self conscious as you walked to your seat.
"Sorry," You muttered as you quickly sat down in the only empty chair, which sat between Freddy and Eugene. It was a tight squeeze, obvious that they had forced the chair to fit uncomfortably with the rest at the table.
"It's all good," Victor smiled as you finally settled into the chair. "Now that we are all here, all hands on deck!"
Everyone placed their hand in the middle of the table, piled on top of each other. You glanced at everyone, unsure if you had to too, but quickly had your question answered when Victor started speaking.
"Thank you for this family, thank you for this day, thank you for this food and the new family member who we hope will stay." Victor said before everyone pulled their hand away and quickly started grabbing food.
You felt like sinking down into your chair. Did they all think I was going to try to leave on the first day? He wouldn't say it if he didn't think so, would he?  Now if I decide to leave, I might feel obliged to stay. If I do want to stay, will they just think of me as a flight risk?
Once everyone looked close to being done piling food onto their plates, you started taking small portions of everything, wanting everyone to get what they wanted before you got any.
"Y/N, would you like some more? You barely grabbed anything." Rosa offered, holding out the bowl of green beans.
You quickly pulled on a smile and shook your head. "No, thank you. I'm alright, just not that hungry!" You reassured her.
She hummed, not looking completely satisfied. You watched as she shot Victor a quick look as she took a drink from her glass.
You looked back to your plate, feeling your appetite slip away. You instead listened to the others' conversation about their days, school, and work.
Mary was talking to Victor about college, Billy and Freddy discussed some new game that had just come out, which quickly caught Eugene's attention, and Darla was talking Rosa's ear off. Pedro sat quietly as he ate, but he seemed like the type to keep to himself.
Once each conversation began to bore you, you turned back to the little bit of food left on your plate. You were busy pushing a lone green bean around your plate before you felt someone nudge you. You turned in Freddy's direction only for him to nod to Rosa.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" You asked.
"I was just wondering if you had any hobbies?"
"Oh uh-no, not particularly. Uh, I like going out for walks and reading." You told her.
"That's great! There is actually a park close by, if you'd ever want to go. And Mary has a whole collection of books I'm sure she'd be glad to let you go through." Rosa offered. You gave a fake smile.
"That sounds nice!" You nodded, suddenly feeling the urge to eat, just to escape the conversation and go back to listening instead. You began eating again, thankful for Darla recapturing Rosa's attention.
It wasn't long before everyone started cleaning up the table and putting everything in the kitchen before heading into what you assumed was the living room.
After clearing off your plate, you planned to head straight to your room but stopped at the entrance of the living room when you saw the way everyone sat together in front of the TV.
They looked like most of the families you'd been with, only, they looked happy to be together as they watched the mindless program. The boys all sat on a long couch that hung near the wall, Darla and Mary sharing a smaller couch on the other side, and Victor and Rosa in the smallest chair directly across the room from the tv.
You watched them for a moment as they all enjoyed each other's company. Now, how in the world would you ever fit into this little world? They all were so different and yet got along so well. Even if you tried, you'd have no idea how to fit into this life and you definitely didn't want to change this for them.
Just before you could turn to leave, the tv switched to a breaking news report of a runaway train in downtown. Everyone gasped at the sight of a high speed train, racing down its tracks. The kids all glanced at each other and gave a small nod.
They all stood up and started towards the exit, you quickly stood close to the wall, acting interested in the tv. Now, where in the-
"Where are you guys all going?" Victor asked them, practically reading your mind.
"Water!"
"Bathroom!"
"Pajamas!"
They all yelled out different excuses. You, Rosa, and Victor watched as they all rushed upstairs.
"Oh, Y/N!" Victor noticed you in the doorway, "Would you like to join us? We're just watching a Christmas movie."
"Thank you, but I think I'm gonna just go up to Mary's room and... unpack," You quickly thought of an excuse.
"Oh, okay. Feel free to join us when you're done," Rosa said with a small smile.
"Yeah, of course," You nodded before turning and rushing up the stairs after the group.
All of the lights were off except the small sliver that managed to slip under Billy and Freddy's door. You heard multiple voices, assuming everyone was in there together. A strong voice in your head screamed to knock on the door and ask to join them but a different, stronger voice told you they wouldn't want you to. 
They all were so kind earlier, I doubt they would mind if I joined them. Besides, what could they possibly be doing or talking about that they would mind you being there for? After you quickly battled your brain, you finally came to a decision. 
Knock, knock, knock!
The room became dead silent. You waited patiently for any form of response, knots beginning to tie in your stomach.
After what felt like hours, a reply finally came. "Who is it?"
"Hey guys, it's me," you answered, grimacing at the sound of your own nervous voice, "I was just wondering if I could hang out with you guys! I didn't really feel like unpacking so I-"
Eugene's voice quickly interrupted me."Sorry, no! We're busy!"
You nearly took a step backwards at the quick rejection. The knots in your stomach suddenly morphed into humiliation, confusion, and disappointment.
"Oh-uh... yeah, okay. No problem!" You quickly faked a cheerful voice. "Sorry for bothering you!"
Your face suddenly started to feel hot as you hurried down the hall to Mary's room. After shutting the door behind you, you slapped your hand against your forehead.
Jeez, that could not have gone worse! What happened? I thought I was getting along with everyone well... or was it just me? Maybe everyone was pretending to get along with me because I'm new to the house. Maybe they don't really like me.
Your mind ran wild as you tried to come up with reasons why they were suddenly too busy to even come to the door and give a proper explanation of why you couldn't join them.
Overthinking is definitely not what you wanted to be doing right now. Maybe they really just were busy. Christmas is in like two weeks, maybe they were just working on a present for Rosa and Victor. Yeah, that's it. It probably has nothing to do with you at all!
You decided to just calm down, go downstairs for a drink of water, and watch the movie with the rest of the house. With one last deep breath, you left the room, climbed down the stairs, and headed straight to the kitchen.
Now, just get your water and watch the movie with everyone! the voice in your head encouraged. A smile unknowingly rested on your lips as you grabbed a cup from the cupboard and quickly filled it in the sink.
"You guys came back at just the right time, commercials just ended." You heard Victor say from the living room.
Your legs carried you to the doorway of the living room, only to stop you at the doorway. Most of the space on the couches were taken up by the kids who you, until now, believed to still be in Billy and Freddy's room.
"Where is Billy? He's going to miss it," Rosa asked, looking at the now empty spot on the couch.
Mary and Pedro exchanged worried glances and Darla quickly avoided all eye contact and stared at the tv.
"Oh, uh..." Freddy started but nothing came out.
"Darla?" Victor asked, knowing she would give the truth.
"Um, I-!" she started, but I quickly cut her off.
"Uh, I'm pretty sure he went to take a shower. I heard the water running on my way back downstairs," I quickly explained, giving her a smile.
Rosa smiled when she noticed me standing in the hall, "Oh, okay. Thank you, Y/N. Were you gonna join us?"
You looked around the living room. Everyone diverted their eyes from you, sending looks between each other. Maybe they really do don't like me.
"I still have some unpacking to do, I just came down to get some water," You held your cup up to show her, giving a weak smile.
"Alright, mi amor, feel free to join us when you finish!" She called after me as you quickly left and headed back to Mary's room.
~~~
"What are you doing?"
You turned to find Mary at the door. She rushed over to you and quickly closed the window.
"What?" You asked, confused by her sudden rush to close the window.
"Look, I can't stop you from leaving but, just so you know, that's a much bigger drop than you think it is," Mary warned you.
You lifted an eyebrow. "Really? You think I'm that big of a flight risk? Look, if I wanted to leave, I would walk out the front door, not risk breaking a leg by jumping out a damn window." You told her, plopping down onto your bed.
"Then, what were you doing?" She asked.
"Looking at the view, enjoying the night air, seeing if you have any flower bushes in the ground that I can enjoy during the spring," You list off.
Mary watched you carefully, looking for a lie. She nodded and turned away once she felt satisfied.
You laid down on the bed fully, not minding your shoes resting on the comforter. At least now you have some time to decide if you want to stay for a little while of leave and give your social worker a call.
If you did want to leave, you would have to leave then find a phone booth to call her from, just to ensure not having to see Rosa and Victor's disappointed faces when they are told I didn't want to live with them. You didn't really care about making everyone else disappointed, well, besides Darla.
Though, this has been the kindest place to live in a long time. Maybe a pros and cons list would help?
Pros: good food, nice guardians, okay children, warm place to sleep, people who possibly care for you, best home you have been to in years, would have a nice place to spend Christmas for once
Cons: crowded, kids possibly don't like you, little privacy, and there were no flower bushes outside
This place was much better than a lot of places you've been forced to live in, but that doesn't mean it is the right fit. If you did leave, maybe your social worker could get you into another group home, just with less kids.
If you did leave, you doubted they would be disappointed for long. Besides, it's a group home, kids must come and go all the time. And you'd think the other kids would be glad to have one less person in the house. If you did stay, they could come to like you… or not.
I guess my decision has been made then.
~~~
You looked over Mary's bookshelf, grabbing one or two books that peaked your interest. It's always good to keep a memento from each house you stay in. You quickly stuff them into your backpack before zipping it closed and pulling it on. You grabbed your duffel before sliding the window all the way open and dropping it down to the ground. You pulled the window closed, not wanting Mary's room to get too cold.
Now, you just needed to sneak out the back door, grab the duffel, find a pay phone and get a hold of your social worker. Simple. There must be one outside a gas station somewhere, if not, you could just ask the gas station attendant if you could "call your parents". Easy.
You tiptoed down the stairs, making sure to miss the creaky step. As you snuck past the living room, you saw everyone was happily watching the tv which looked to be playing It's a Wonderful Life. You rolled your eyes before continuing towards the kitchen.
"Billy?" Someone called out from the living room.
You froze in front of the back door, waiting to hear the sound of them turning back to the tv.
"Must be hearing things," Victor said.
You sighed in relief before slowly twisting the lock, stopping whenever you made any sort of noise and listening for the living room. Once the door was unlocked, you opened the door as quietly as you could, knowing they most likely would be too wrapped up in their movie.
Once outside, you closed the door quickly and ran along the side of the house towards your duffel bag. You smiled at the sight of your Wonder Woman duffel lying peacefully in the snow. The lock on the gate put a small damper on your night, climbing the gate definitely wasn't on the agenda.
You grumbled to yourself as you dropped your bag on the other side of the gate before stepping on the post and carefully jumped over. Thank god it was winter and the snow broke your fall, or your butt would be in a lot more pain that it was in right now.
You quickly grabbed your duffel and took one last look up at the house. Maybe in another life, you thought, before starting down the street with a rough idea where the last gas station you saw was.
~~~
Billy landed just outside his window before yelling "Shazam!" and transforming back into his usual self.
He sighed as he opened the window and carefully climbed through. Billy pulled off his jacket and beanie before starting to change into his sweats and sleep shirt. Before he could pull on his shirt, Freddy burst into the room.
"Billy!" He yelled.
Billy screeched, covering his chest with his shirt. "Dude!"
"Sorry, it's just-" Freddy was interrupted.
Darla ran into the room. "Y/N is gone!" She cried out, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Yeah, she said she was going to her room to unpack but when Mary went to go check on her, she was gone." Freddy told him.
"Jeez, do Victor and Rosa know?" Billy asked, running his hands through his hair.
 "No, we were hoping to be able to convince her to come back before they find out." He tilted his head slightly.
"Uh, okay. Freddy, you and me will go find her while everyone else makes sure they don't know we're gone," Billy ordered. "Got that Darla?"
"Okay!" She sniffled before giving him a smile and running to tell her siblings of Billy's plan.
"Alright, let's go find her,"  Freddy nodded.
~~~
"Shit!" You yelled, hitting the phone booth with the base of your palm.
About ten blocks from the house, you found a gas station with a pay phone just outside. But, of course, with your luck, it was out of order and the gas station was closed.
You looked around the gas station for some kind of map, finding the last one in its slot. After unfolding it and getting your bearings, you spotted the park Rosa told you about. Only two blocks away. Perfect.
You refolded the map and replaced it in the slot, hoping someone else can find good use from it. Gripping tightly onto your duffel's shoulder strap, you start the trek to the park. 
It only took about ten minutes to get to the park, but you swore it felt longer. As you crossed the street, a car came speeding toward you. You ran to the sidewalk, narrowly dodging the car as it came to a screeching stop.
"Hey, watch it!" You yelled, kicking their tires before turning back and entering the park.
You glanced around at the empty park, glad to see no one else. You hurried to the closest bench and dusted off any snow or water before sitting down and opening your duffel. You pushed aside your hair brush and quickly pulled out your extra sweater and pulled it over your head. 
With one more look around the park, you put the duffel on the end of the bench and laid your head on it like a pillow. Allowing yourself to relax a little. Before you knew it, you were in a light sleep. Maybe you let yourself relax a little too much.
"I found her," a man in your dream stated.
Another man turned to you. "Cool, she has a Wonder Woman duffel bag!" He said.
"Dude, really?" The first one sighed.
You slowly opened your eyes, fully expecting to see police officers, or even hobos, but the last thing you experienced were two grown men in spandex next to you.
You screamed in shock, sitting up.
"Nice one, you woke her up!" The one in Blue punched the one in Red.
"Holy shit," you muttered, slowly grabbing your duffel bag.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. We're here to help!" The red one held his hands up in defense.
Wait, aren't these the heroes who used to have people pay to take pictures with them? What was his name again? Captain Marvel or something? You quickly went for your backpack, grabbing whatever cash you had and held it out for them.
"Here, it's all I got," you tried to hand it to the one in Red.
"What? No, that's not why-" he tried to turn it down.
"Don't you have people pay you or whatever? Just take it and leave me alone," you tried to hand it to him again but he pushed your hand away.
"We don't want your money. We're here to take you home," Captain Marvel told you.
You stared at him as you put your money in your pocket. "Okay, yeah, I'm gonna go," you told them, grabbing your duffel, standing up, and quickly started walking away from the bench you had previously been sleeping on.
"Wait!" Freddy yelled, grabbing your arm. You pulled your arm away from him and backed away quickly.
"Stay away from me!" You yelled.
"Hold on, Y/N, just wait!" Billy tried, holding his hands up again.
You stopped, staring at the two heroes before you. "Do I... know you guys or something?" They felt oddly familiar.
Billy glanced back at his brother. "No, you don't. We were, uh, sent…by your family to come find you."
"Okay, now I know you guys are lying cause I don't have a family. See yah!" You waved, turning to leave yet again.
The two heroes quickly joined you, one on each of your sides.
"Listen, Y/N, the group home you are staying at has people in it who care what happens to you." Freddy tried to meet your eye.
"Yeah, that's why I left the way I did," you muttered, the gears turning in your head as you tried to figure out why these heroes are doing house calls. "Wait, did they call you or something to come find me? How in the hell do they have your number?" 
Billy stood unsure of what to say, looking to Freddy for support, only to find him to have the same reaction.
"Whatever, doesn't matter," you muttered, continuing down the street.
Freddy quickly snapped out of his trance and joined you again. "What did you mean by that's why you're leaving?"
You sighed, "Look, they're a great family, don't get me wrong. It's just that there are eight people in one house, always in each others spaces- I mean, I barely could fit at the table with the rest of them. And I just think if I were to stay I would just be invading their home and what little space they have left."
Billy let out a small laugh, "You know things can be changed around to accommodate everyone."
"I don't want them to change for me. They are one perfect unit and I don't want them to have to change that." You looked around the street for another pay phone or gas station. "Not to mention they gave up their 'welcome' act pretty quickly."
"The 'welcome' act?" Billy proded, feeling like Freddy and him were getting closer to a point where they can soon convince you to come home.
"Yeah, you know, the 'we-don't-really-feel-comfortable-with-you-here-but-we-have-to-be-nice-and-welcoming' act. You should have seen them when I came downstairs for a drink of water and Rosa asked if I wanted to join them. They all got super uncomfortable, glancing at each other, and looking everywhere but me. Trust me, I can tell when I'm not wanted," You glared down at the sidewalk, getting kind of tired of explaining yourself to two weirdos in tights.
"So what's your plan?" Freddy asked. "Live on the street instead of a nice home with a good family? I seriously doubt that they don't want you there."
"Look man, if I called every place I lived at my family or home, the meaning would be lost pretty fast," You tried to walk faster away from the two, who you were now questioning to even be real heros at all, "And no, I wasn't planning to live on the street. I was going to call my social worker. I didn't call her at the house because I didn't want to see Rosa and Victor's disappointed faces and make me feel guilty."
"Ugh, I hated my social worker," Freddy muttered without thinking.
Billy shot him a look, "Dude, shut up!"
You stopped, turning on your heels to look at the two grown men. They sound so familiar but you just couldn't put a finger on it. They both had basic, dark brown hair, although the one in blue's hair was a but more curly. They had no memorable features, only their personalities. They argued just like-
"Do I know you guys?" You asked carefully. "You feel so familiar."
"N-no! Of course not, we're just two adult men here to take you home!" The red one said hesitantly. "B-but not in a creepy way!"
"Alright, one question. Who's your favorite superhero?"
"Superman." Freddy answered on reflex.
Both heroes' eyes grew.
"Dude!" Billy yelled.
Freddy flinched. "Sorry! It's a reflex!" 
You took a small step backwards. Your small test had worked but now you have no clue what to do.
"Freddy? Is-is that you?" You asked quietly.
Billy shook his head, "N-no, you're mistaken! He-"
You gasped, "Billy?!"
The two boys groaned, unsure what to do now that the secret was out.
"Oh my god! How the hell-? What-? Do the others know?!" You stammered out.
"They're kind of superheroes too," Freddy told you, rubbing the back of his neck.
You felt as if the air was knocked out of you. Everyone in the house is a superhero, besides Rosa and Victor. You were living with heros for the past 5 hours. Wait... they all rushed upstairs after they saw the runaway train on tv. They were doing hero stuff, not excluding you on purpose.
You felt yourself begin to laugh. So many emotions were running around in your head, you had a difficult time sorting through it. You laughed harder as you tried to think about the situation you were in.
"Y/N?" One of the boys called to you.
Cold tears started to run down your cheeks. You laughed a bit more as you took a seat on the snow covered sidewalk, trying to calm down.
"Are you alright?" Billy asked, kneeling down next to you.
"Y-yeah," you giggled before you finally stopped laughing, "I just found out that the two men who have been following me around, asking all these questions are two of the guys in my group home! Trust me, I feel a lot better knowing it is you guys and not just two creeps!"
You looked the two up and down, now seeing Billy and Freddy through the two grown men in spandex.
"Can you change back or are you stuck like that?" You asked, crossing your legs and resting your head in your hand.
"Oh, yeah, uh- one second!" Freddy smiled at you.
"Shazam!" They yelled, lightning flashing through the sky and hitting them.
You let out a scream, covering your head. After a few seconds, you slowly lifted your head and saw Billy and Freddy as their normal selves, Freddy using Billy as his crutch.
"Holy shit!" You muttered.
"So, are you gonna come home or not?" Freddy finally asked after a moment of silence.
Did you really want to go back? Most of the problems you had were just explained and the only problems left were not worth leaving over. Victor and Rosa have been welcoming all day, everyone else was just trying to keep their Super secret, Freddy and Billy had come looking for you, which no one has ever done before, and even told you their secret, and... you really didn't want to leave. Not now, not then, and definitely not in any future.
"Yeah..." you said, barely above a whisper. You pushed yourself off the ground, smiling as you stood next to the two boys. "Let's go home."
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Runaway || Platonic!Billy Batson X Reader X Platonic!Freddy Freeman
Request: Could you please write a Shazam imagine where the reader is also an adoptive kid and she's just like Billy in the beginning, like she doesn't want to be in the family home, and she tries to run away, but Billy and Freddy find her. And they like have a conversation about stuff and she realizes that she's home. Sorry it's so long lol -Anon
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“Y/N, you’ve run from five different homes in the past two months. Running from families who want to love and take care of you. What will it take for you to stay?” 
All the smiley faces on this lady’s desk was weird. No one needed that many faces staring at them. And they’re all identical. Did they have to be the brightest shade of yellow imaginable? It’s painful to look at. God, I feel like my eyes are burni-
“Ms L/N?”
Your head snapped up, meeting the eyes of the childcare worker. You gave her an apologetic look, which was clearly fake, but she paid it no mind.
“As I was saying, there’s a couple outside willing to take you into their group home.”
You looked out the window, seeing a man and a woman sitting on the waiting room couch. They didn’t seem horrible, but looks can be deceiving. Maybe they’d be pushovers, and you’d be able to get out easily.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll go. See you in a week, probably.” You smirked, and she sighed, expecting about the same.
You pushed open the door, and two heads snapped towards you. They had warm, welcoming expressions, and you thought that maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. No, who were you kidding, you’d be back on the streets by Monday.
You got in the back of their car, already wanting to jump out. They were talking to you, but your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, back with your dad. Where you belonged. Home. Not with some random people, in a house full of random kids.
“So, Y/N, we know you have a habit of running from homes, but we really do hope you’ll consider staying with us.” The woman, Rosa, said as the car pulled into a driveway. You stared out the window at the house. It was quite a large house, which you expected for a group home.
The man, Victor, opened the door for you, and you ignored his hand he held out to help you out of the car. He didn’t seem offended at all, so you figured he was used to it. You stormed up to the front door, trying not to seem too angry.
The door opened, and you were greeted by the sound of people yelling, laughing and just being loud. It was overwhelming, to put it simply. Once again, it was exactly what you expected for a group home.
“Kids!”
The kids continued making a ruckus, no sounds being actually discernable.
“Kids!” Four heads turned towards the doorway, and you averted your eyes. 
“This is Y/N, please be welcoming to her.”
You raised your eyebrows, faking a smile. A young girl ran over, hugging you.
“I’m Darla! Just so you know, silence makes me uncomfortable.” She nodded as if agreeing with her own statement. You had to admit she was adorable. 
A boy, around Darla’s age, walked over, tapping away at some handheld device.
“That’s Eugene. He likes video games, like, a lot.” Darla said, and Eugene offered you a small wave.
An older girl walked over, with a sweet smile on her face. She seemed the oldest of the kids.
“Hi, I’m Mary.” Even her voice was sweet. Maybe too sweet. She pointed to a boy behind her, in a green striped shirt. “That’s Pedro. He’s always that quiet, so don’t take it personally.”
You hadn’t taken it personally, actually quite happy that someone was minding his own business.
“Billy and Freddy must be upstairs.”
You were lead upstairs by Darla, who also mentioned there was one step she should be careful of. She brought you to an open door, where two boys, about your age, were sitting in a chair and on the bunk bed.
“Billy! Freddy! Meet Y/N!” Darla shoved you into the room, running back down the stairs afterwards. 
The two boys stared you up and down, sharing a look before the one in the chair spoke up.
“Y/N, right? I’m Freddy and he’s Billy.”
You gave a fake polite smile, turning to leave the room. Noticing an open window, you glanced down. The boys shared a knowing look, and Freddy smirked.
“It’s a long way down. Trust me. I know from experience.”
You looked over at Freddy, watching as he stood from the chair. He grabbed a crutch that you hadn’t noticed earlier and your eyes widened. Billy stifled a laugh from behind you.
“Yeah, Victor pushed me.” 
Your jaw dropped in shock, suddenly thinking that maybe running away was not just out of spite now.
“I’m kidding! It’s, uh, terminal cancer. I only have about three months.” 
“Oh, shit, uh I’m sor-”
“Kidding! Again. It’s just a disability.”
This kid was a little shit. The other kid, Billy, was doubled over laughing. You fought back the urge to punch him straight in the nose. You stormed out of the room, hearing the boys’ laughter slow to a stop.
You found the bathroom, locking yourself inside. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you found tears dripping down your face. Digging in your jean pocket, you pulled out an old photo. It had distinct creases from where you folded it and the edges were yellowing.
It was a Christmas photo, taken only days before the accident. It felt cliche calling it that, but that’s what all the adults called it. You were only two when it happened. When your parents got crushed by a fucking building that those so-called “heroes” broke in a fight.
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It was late, probably around 2 am when you made your escape. Creeping out the front door without anyone noticing was easy. The only issue was that you didn’t know where to go from here.
So, for the next few hours, you wandered Pittsburg aimlessly, hoping to find anything to do or anywhere to go. Eventually, you came across a small park, that was seemingly empty.
You found a bench that faced into the city, all the lights sparkling like stars. God, being out here was so much better than being in a home. It was pathetic, having to live in a group home. 
You started to fall asleep, listening to the rumble of the city, finding it surprisingly soothing. 
You were rudely woken up by the sound of people talking right beside you.
“Oh, she’s awake!” 
You blinked a few times, waiting for your eyes to focus. Two men in similar outfits stood above you, though one was hovering above the ground.
“Ugh, superheroes.” You groaned, getting up from the bench.
The blue on stuck out an arm, stopping you from moving.
“Why did you try to run away?”
You looked up, confusion and maybe a tiny bit of fear on your face. How did they know that? 
“Y/N, I tried to run away too, but it was stupid of me to even try.”
How did they know your name? Who the fuck were these people? They picked up on your expression, which now mainly held fear.
“Oh, uh, give us a sec.” The red one said.
“Shazam!” They both yelled, and you screamed at the two strikes of lightning that hit the men.
In their place stood Billy and Freddy.
“God, why am I not surprised it’s you two?”
Freddy couldn’t stop you from getting away this time, so you speed-walked off in a different direction.
“You’re not weak for relying on other people, Y/N.”
Billy’s voice made you freeze.
“Being in a group home doesn’t make you pathetic, or useless or anything.”
You shut your eyes tightly, before continuing on your way. The tears burned your eyes as you forced them into place. You were not crying, not today, not in front of them.
“You don’t have to act tough and independent all the time. Not that you’re not allowed to be independent, that's good, actually, but I’m just saying that you don’t have to do this all alone. I thought exactly what you’re thinking for so long. I tried so hard to do everything by myself, and it got me nowhere. I needed a home, and a family and you need one too.”
Your knees buckled, eventually giving way. Billy’s little speech dug its way into your heart. He knew what you were going through. He had been you at one point. Billy rushed to your side, Freddy making his way over at his own pace. 
“Y/N?”
You couldn’t speak, your throat blocked by sobs. The boys didn’t know what to do. They helped you to your feet, letting you lean against Billy for support.
“Guys?” They hummed in response. 
“I wanna go home.”
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Billy Batson x Fem!Reader
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Fandom: Shazam!
Pairing: Billy Batson x Fem!Reader
Warning: mentions of abuse, angst with fluff ending, neglect, mentions of depression, and language. Billy might be ofc.
A/n: if any of you suffer from anything like this, it’s not your fault there are just bad people in the world. Just tell a person or talk about it to someone.
Don’t Read if it’s too much
Also video game reference: comment if you know what game it is no looking it up
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I laid there in my bed, looking at my phone. My parents never cared about me, nor did my older brother and sister. So I basically had to do everything myself.
Feed myself, and buy clothes for myself, and find a way to school. Which means I always had to leave early in the morning just to get to school on time.
But some days I’m late, and one week I was an hour late. And I got in trouble, I tried to explain but they said, “I should’ve left early” which I did. But the subway was delayed.
They of course called my parents, and when I got home I got a hard slap across the face. And it bruised.
I had to go to school with it, and when Freddy and Billy asked about it, I said, “oh, I fell. I’m really clumsy” I said, and they looked at me with a concerned look.
But I smiled reassuring them, I then looked back down at my lunch tray. I was unable to eat and just sat there looking at it.
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I was walking home when I saw my brother and his girlfriend, I looked down and kept walking past him when he shoved me to the ground. Causing me to drop my homework notebooks.
I whimpered, and picked them up. And stood up to get back to the house. I looked at my hand and saw a scratch.
I flopped onto the bed, and hugged my stuffed animal close to my chest. “Your the only one that understands me, mr.midnight ” I said, and I him close.
Tears brimmed my eyes, as I began to think about my terrible life. I was shy, too shy to even tell Billy I had a crush on him.
And he probably wouldn’t even like me back. I then walked over to my drawers and took out a container of ramen noodle, and heated them up.
When it was heated up, I began to eat. After I ate I heard a scratch at my door and opened it, seeing it was my cat. I picked him up, and closed the door.
“Why don’t they like me Mr.Midnight” I asked, and he just meowed. And I smiled, “Yeah, at least you love me” I said, and I curled up into bed.
Tears running down my face.
•••••
When I woke up, there was a loud alarm going off. I realized it was the fire alarm, and I began to cough. Smelling the smoke, I covered my hand over my nose, and got up from my bed.
I walked toward my door and opened it, only to see fire. I quickly closed it and ran toward my window.
“Shit! I forgot my crazy parents decided to put iron bars on my window. As if I’m Harry Potter” i said, I began to cough.
Meow
I looked down and saw Mr.Midnight and I picked him up, and held him close. I began to scream for help, I looked out the window and saw my family.
And when I saw my mothers face, she was smiling, I could barley see it but I knew she was.
I coughed, and felt the back of my throat begin to burn as the smoke entered from the bottom of my door.
“Please someone help!” I shouted, my throat beginning to burn even more.
If this was how I was going to die, i wish I got to do this.
I wish I got to tell Billy my feelings towards him.
I coughed, and held Mr.Midnight closer, crying. “Please I don’t want to die” I cried, looking out the window.
Then my door burst opened, and the fire spread, I then began to feel dizzy. My vision began to blur, and I fell to my knees.
And I blacked out.
|Billy Batson POV|
I was talking to Freddy about Y/n, while sitting on the couch with the tv on.
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with her she just seems more quiet then usually” I said, to him shaking. He’s the only one who knew about my crush on Y/n.
Ever since Freddy introduced me to her I liked her ever since. I then looked towards the TV. And saw a familiar looking house on fire.
“Wait is that, y/n’s house?” I said, and I quickly stood up out off the couch.
‘A teenager is still stuck inside’ the news reporter said.
“Holy Shit it is” Freddy exclaimed, I looked at the tv, my heart sank. I was hoping nothing happened to her.
I then looked at Freddy, “we have to go save her” I said, and he nodded.
And we left the house.
Once we arrived, we went into an alleyway and shouted Shazam.
We then flew up to Y/n’s bedroom window and I was shocked to see, iron bars on her window.
“Freddy has these always been on her window” I asked, and he just shook his head. He had the same amount of shock on his face as I did.
I pulled them off, and I looked into the window and saw Y/n. I then broke through the window, and quickly scooped up Y/n.
Freddy got her cat, and we took her to the ground. Then ambulance waiting.
“Thank you for saving my daughter” y/n’s mother said, she was crying. She then went into the ambulance with y/n.
And Freddy handed the cat to her mother.
And I didn’t know why I had a bad feeling.
Y/n’s POV
When I opened my eyes, it was so bright. But when the visions finally cleared I looked around. Finding no one in the room.
But then I heated the door opens and comibg In was my mom, “ugh, your awake” she said, and I looked at her knowing what she was going to say.
“You should’ve died, in that fire. If only if it wasn’t for those good for nothin’ super hero’s” she said, and I looked down.
“This bill is going too be expensive and you are paying for it little lady” she said, and I looked down.
“All that money your saving up for college is going for this hospital fund” she said, and I began to cry. My dream was to go to (Dream College) but all that was falling apart.
I was never going to escape my family, I wanted to just run away to a better family. A family that would welcome me with open arms. Tell me they love me, make me happy, and wanna spend time with me.
But that was all make-believe and it was never going to happen.
“Ahh your going to cry,” she said, and then she showed me a mirror.
“Look at your a total freak, kids at school are going to bully you” she said, and I saw the burns.
The right side of my face, was burned. And it was all red. I began to cry even more, knowing she was right.
“Leave her alone!” I heard a familiar voice shout, and then I looked up and realized it was Billy. And next to him was Freddy.
I smiled softly, “w-what are you guys doing here” I asked, Billy walked over to be and looked at my mother with anger in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t talk to your daughter that way” he said, and she looked at him with anger.
“Young man, you don’t talk to an adult that way” she said, her eyes piercing with anger.
“I can if your telling your own daughter that she’s a freak. And not to mention you started the fire as a way to kill your daughter” he said, and I gasped looking at my mom.
“I-is that true you tried to kill me” I asked, tears brimming my eyes again. “Hmpfh, you were such a terrible daughter an ugly one too. Your father and I were so upset when we had you” She said, and I began to sniffle.
But Freddy came over and began to comfort me, that’s when I looked out at the window and saw Mary, who was like a sister to me recording the entire thing.
•time skip(lazy)•
After that my mom, brother, and father were taken into custody. And a few weeks later I was realesed from the hospital.
I was nervous to start school again, but I knew my friends were there with me. I moved in with my aunt and uncle, and the are actually nice .
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It was late at night and I had just left, a kids house I was babysitting and was about to take the subway when I was suddenly pulled into an alleyway.
“Get off me” I shouted, trying to kick the person but, “y/n it’s me Billy” I then opened my eyes. And looked at him, “jeez billy you had to scare me like that” I asked, and he shrugged his shoulders and laughed a bit.
“What is it?” I asked, and he looked at me with a nervous look.
“Okay, I have something to tell you.” He said, and I looked at him. Waiting, since I had a train to catch.
“Okay, so” he began, but couldn’t think of something to say. “Shit, this is harder than I thought” he said, and I began to get annoyed.
“Billy I’m going to miss my train, whatever it is can you tell me by phone” I asked. He looked at me I then sighed, and began to walk away until.
“Shazam!” I heard, then a giant boom. I jumped, and turned around and looked where Billy was. And what I saw was the superhero I see on tv.
“Ah, Billy is that you?” I asked, and i looked at him. Nodded, and I laughed in amazement.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, I got closer and looked at him. He was much taller than me. I wanted to get a closer look at the lighting bolt on his chest.
I stood on my tippy toes, and brought my fingers to get. And smiled, feeling the electricity. Gently tickle my finger tips.
I then looked up at him, “wow, so my best friend is a super hero” I said, and he looked down at me with a smile.
“Okay, Billy. I have something to give to you and I need you to turn back into a fourteen year old.” I said, and he nodded. And I backed away, “Shazam!” He said, and I watched as he turned back into his normal self.
I walked back towards him and looked him in the eyes, it was quick. But I kissed him on the lips, but it was a peck. “That’s for saving my life.” I said, with a smile. And giggled at his shocked face.
“And~” I began, I then gave him a longing kiss on the lips. I then felt arms wrap around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
We then both reluctantly pulled apart, “that’s for sticking up for me.” I said, and I smiled. He looked at me, his face red. And I chuckled, “well since this made me miss my train. You owe me” I said, and he sighed.
“Ugh, fine” he said, and “Shazam!” He said, and I smiled. As he picked me up bridal style. Taking me to my aunt and uncles house.
A/n: sorry that it sucks.
The cats name, Mr.Midnight is from Fran Bow
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T.J. Goodman and Cyrus Kippen
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“I have no idea if this is the cutest or the dorkiest couple outfit you two could have come up with,” Buffy said, adjusting her red and gold tie.
“Says Hermione Granger,” Cyrus retorted, gelling up his hair, frowning as he tried to get it to look *just* right. “You got the flashcards, right?”
“I did,” Buffy said cautiously. “And I think T.J. is going to flip when he sees all of this effort you put in.”
“Of course he put in all this effort,” Andi said, straightening out her bow tie. “Besides, I think I win at the nerdiest outfit.”
Both of her friends groaned. “It doesn’t count if you’re going as an actual nerd!” Cyrus said. “And I still can’t believe I lent you my old glasses for this.”
“You don’t even use them anymore because the prescription is out of date,” she argued back. “Besides, look who’s talking about borrowing clothing items.”
“This is different,” he said as a matter of fact.
“Why is it different?”
“Because...this is the only way to sell it...Besides, my outfit belongs to Buffy.”
“And you can keep it. That is from two basketball teams ago,” she said. Finally Cyrus smiled when he got the hair right and pulled on a zip-up hoodie, leaving it open so that the Jefferson Middle School Basketball jersey underneath was visible.
“Well? Ladies?”
“Whoa…you’re selling it,” Andi said.
“Yup. You look like him.”
Cyrus looked in the mirror and smirked. “I’m no longer Cyrus Goodman. Until Midnight tonight, call me T.J. Kippen.”
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Soon there were knocks at the Goodman’s front door. It was the GHC’s dates for the night, and Jonah, all in costume ready to see their other halves. Jonah wore a Shazam costume since everyone said that the actor who played Billy Batson looked like him. He wasn’t really into costumes all that much but they all begged him to the point he felt like a total jerk if he didn’t wear it.
Marty was dressed up like Ron Weasley, so even though he also wore a Gryffindor robe and tie, he swapped out the usual sweater for a burgundy one with a big gold “R” on the font and even found a twig, snapped it, then wrapped an ungodly amount of tape around it. He knew Buffy would commit and stole some of her dad’s old law books to carry around.
Amber wore her cheerleading uniform, but kept her hair down and curled, only putting up a small section into her giant hair bow. Her sneakers were shining white. Her couple outfit with Andi would be the nerd and the cheerleader, but with a gay twist. Instead of fighting for some boy like Taylor Swift’s “You belong with me” video, they were dating each other.
But T.J.’s won out of those guys, and he was excited to see Cyrus’s interpretation. He was dressed up in a patterned button down, had a messenger bag, and even slicked his hair down some. Just in case, he had the old Bar Mitzvah sweatshirt tucked in the bag just in case people didn’t realize what he was doing.
Cyrus’s mom opened the door and T.J. immediately put on his cheesiest smile and went “Hello, hello, hello!”
Mrs. Goodman couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh my god, I’m not sure if this means you two hang out too much or you two are perfect for each other.”
“Both.” Marty and Amber said together.
“Hey, don’t hate,” he said back to them. “So...where is the wonderful, amazing, puppy-dog of a human being T.J. Kippen?” He joked.
“All three of them are upstairs,” she said. “And I want pictures of you all before you leave for the party!”
They were all headed upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door. Cyrus, dressed as T.J. was the one who opened the door and both boys almost lost composure immediately. They tried not to let it show, but they quickly took a breath and looked looked at each other. “Cyrus, My man,” Cyrus deepened his voice as much as he physically could. “You look Niceberg.”
T.J. had to bite his tongue for a second so that he didn’t laugh and he started talking, getting more and more excited and speaking faster as he did. “Wow Teej, you look absolutely amazing because you are amazing because this is going to be the best Halloween ever and you’re wearing a hoodie that matches your eyes and your jersey which you always look super hot in…”
“Oh my god, what did we sign up for,” Amber groaned and moved past them to go kiss her Nerdy Andi.
“I’m just gonna hang with my totally fly Cy guy,” Cyrus said, pulling a step stool from behind the door and standing on it so he could simulate the reverse of the height difference between the two. Jonah actually broke down laughing at that.
“And I get to be with my super cool, absolutely amazing boyfriend,” T.J. said, looking up at Cyrus. So that’s how it felt for him. T.J. was suddenly very aware of his own height.
“Good god, and I thought we were bad with out-extra-ing each other,” Marty said, putting his arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “Let's get to the party before this they somehow derail everything.”
“How would they even derail it?” Andi asked.
“Sure, act like we aren’t standing in front of you,” T.J. said.
“Do not underestimate my brother’s narcissism,” Amber said. “The sooner we’re out in public, the more guaranteed we are for having the two stay within a PG rating.”
“Hey, just because I can shoot three pointers with ease, or cross the court in seconds flat, doesn’t mean I am so self-absorbed,” Cyrus said, and everyone but Buffy and Andi looked at him in awe.
“What did you say?” Marty asked.
“What? Just tossing out some b-ball lingo. I’m just saying that it doesn’t matter that I truly rock because I can shoot nothing but net from half court, I’m just that amazing of a point guard,” he said. “But I’m an even more amazing boyfriend to my muffin of a man.”
T.J. was staring at him open-mouthed. “H..how?”
Buffy sighed and pulled a twenty dollar bill from her robe pocket. “I regret this so much...you all honestly could not begin to imagine.”
“Now I understand completely,” Marty said. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”
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Everyone piled into the Kippen minivan that Mrs. Kippen allowed them to borrow, with T.J. driving and Cyrus in the passenger seat. “Are you sure you should drive, Underdog?” Cyrus said, back in T.J. mode. “I mean, you did almost fail your driver’s test.”
“I aced the written part and technically passed the driving part by like...a point,” T.J. replied. “I’m sure I’m fine for one night. Besides, your mom thinks I’m a good influence on you.”
“You totally are, you got me to start getting help for math. It was totally Niceburg.”
T.J. hissed under his breath, “I said it that word one time….”
Cyrus smirked at him from the passenger seat.
Marty opened his mouth and Buffy cut him off. “If you say blimey or bloody hell, I’m throwing you out of this car.”
Marty closed his mouth.
“I’m feeling very single right about now,” Jonah said.
“Ironic considering just about everyone attracted to men has had a crush on you,” Buffy said. “Except for me. You were too...swoopy for my type.”
“Swoopy?”
“You know...like Justin Bieber back in the olden days? Swoopy.”
“And now I’m…?”
“Still a little swoopy, but much more human.” Everyone let out noises of agreement.
“Human?” He raised an eyebrow. “Ironic considering I’m dressed like...well…” he swished his Shazam cape.
“Dude, you were above the whole world back in the day,” Cyrus said. “Like some unattainable god! I couldn’t even just say Jonah when I talked to you. I had to say your full name.”
“Wow...so wait...you had a crush on me?” Jonah asked.
“Ladies and gentleman, the most oblivious man on earth,” Marty announced holding his arm out and presenting Jonah. “Raise your hand if you’ve ever been attracted to Jonah Beck.”
Everyone in the car except for Buffy and Marty (and obviously Jonah himself) raised their hands.
“Wait...Andi and Amber I know because I’ve dated both of you on and off...Cyrus...well...yeah I can see that...but...T.J.?”
“Yeah T.J.,” T.J. said. “Why else do you think I was a total dick to you in little league...or just a dick overall?”
“Never doubt the powers of heterocompuslivity and internalized homophobia,” Cyrus said.
“That intense?” Jonah asked and literally everyone except Buffy in the car shouted “YES!”
“Yeah Jo, you and I are the only non-queers in here as far as I can tell.”
“As far as you can tell?”
“Well, I know I’m straight,” she said. “You haven’t said straight or otherwise.”
He paused. “I mean...I’m into girls…”
“Be free to be,” Marty said. “That’s all that matters.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said. “So Buffy is the only confirmed straight, and I just have a question mark dangling.”
“Hey, still unique even among the majority,” she teased.
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The party was being held in some warehouse downtown, and everyone was in costume, some as a couple, most as a standalone costume. Buffy and Marty were just playing around with each other, daring the other to the tabletop games and later, to who could stay in a kiss the longest. People told them to get a room, and those people got the finger.
Amber and Andi spent the whole night dancing and mingling with other people in costume, though sometimes a guy would try to hit on Amber and brought a friend with them to hit on Andi. They always seemed confused when she said that she was in a relationship, and then once or twice, got so annoyed that she pulled Andi in by the bow tie and kissed her deeply.
T.J. and Cyrus meanwhile, continued their shenanigans, pretending to be the other, complimenting both themselves and the other, being all sappy with each other. T.J. even sat down for most of the evening so that Cyrus could stand and keep the height difference.
People loved seeing how in sync the couple were, and even let them choose several songs over the course of the night so the two could dance together. They were even able to reunite almost everyone and do a reprise of “Born this Way,” except this time one of T.J.’s hands was occupied by Cyrus holding it tightly and kissing the back of it. They ended their night with the final chords of the song and kissed each other deeply on stage while everyone cheered. Buffy and Marty also kissed next to Andi and Amber who kissed as well. Jonah jokingly hugged himself tightly and jumped up and down.
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They were all pretty much exhausted by the time they were leaving and thankful that the Macks agreed to host the group sleepover, with the rule being that they all had to sleep in sleeping bags in the living room to police each other.
T.J. and Cyrus were the last ones awake and they were cuddling, leaning against the couch, using their sleeping bags as blankets as they watched some Disney movies on mute with subtitles on as to not wake up the others.
“Hey,” T.J. said softly, his arms around Cyrus, who was using him as a pillow. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah,” he said sleepily, smiling up at T.J. “I love you too.” They leaned in and kissed each other softly. “I love you Mr. Goodman,” Cyrus teased.
“And I love you Mr. Kippen,” T.J. teased back, his fingers dancing playfully over Cyrus’s palm. “You know...I actually kinda like the sound of that. Mr. Goodman…”
“I was about to say the opposite,” Cyrus said back, his eyes close to closing. “I prefer the sound of Mr. Kippen.”
“How about a compromise then,” T.J. said, starting to get tired as well, but wanting to stay awake for as long as Cyrus was. “Mr. Goodman-Kippen.”
“Mr. Goodman-Kippen,” Cyrus yawned that last part. “I really like that...I can’t wait…”
T.J. watched him fall asleep, breathing evenly against his chest and turned off the T.V., adjusting the two of them so that they were lying down and making sure that Cyrus didn’t wake up. T.J. thought about his plans of surprising the group with a trip to Disney World for their senior year graduation trip, and then presenting Cyrus with a very special small box with a special and important gift inside. He smiled at the thought and laced his fingers with Cyrus’s. “Yeah...can’t wait either…”
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Doctor’s Office Anxiety
TW: past abuse mentioned
“William Batson and Frederick to the front office, please. William Batson and Frederick Freeman to the front office, please,” the monotone voice called over the intercom. Billy’s face burned bright red as the entire class turned to took at him and Freddy. His foster brother didn’t look a tad bit embarrassed and even gave his signature dorky smile to their classmates. The two boys packed up their things and left the classroom.
“What did we do?” Billy asked as they headed down the hallway.
“I haven’t done anything,” Freddy answered. “Have you?”
“Nope.” They arrived at the front office to see Victor and Rosa waiting for them. Billy and Freddy exchanged a nervous glance and pushed the door open together.
“There you are! We’re going to be late!” Rosa exclaimed. Billy frowned in confusion, but the color drained from Freddy’s face instantly.
“It’s Thursday already?” he asked, gulping. Billy’s frown deepened. Rosa put a gentle hand on Freddy’s shoulder.
“Second Thursday of the month,” she confirmed. Freddy gulped again and Billy noticed that his grip on his crutch tightened.
“Is it too late to cancel?” Freddy asked. Victor and Rosa just chuckled.
“Cancel what?” Billy asked, looking at the three people in the room in turn.
“Physical therapy,” Freddy replied with a shudder. When Billy sent him another confused look, he continued. “For my leg. Hurts like hell when I go, but PT is required twice a month by my doctor.” Freddy glowered. Billy faltered. unsure what to say.
“Oh. I’m sorry, man.” Freddy just shrugged.
“Alright, we need to go, boys. We’re already late,” Victor said, ushering his sons out the doors.
“Why is Billy coming?” Freddy asked. “No offense.”
“None taken. I’m confused, too.” The four got into the van, buckling up.
“Billy has a doctor’s appointment at 1 and we didn’t think it appropriate to make multiple trips to the school and the hospital,” Rosa explained as they drove away. The boys frowned to each other.
“Doctor’s appointment? For what?” they asked together, looking to the front.
“To catch up on your shots, Billy,” Victor replied.
“Sh-shots?” It was Billy’s turn to gulp.
“Do you guys listen to a word we say?” Rosa teased. “We told you Billy had a doctor’s appointment today last night.” Billy and Freddy exchanged another look.
“When?” they asked.
“Last night while you were getting ready for bed,” Victor told them.
“Oh. But last night, we were...” Freddy was cut off when a hand slapped over his mouth.
“So tired we could barely function,” Billy finished for him, laughing awkwardly. Freddy soon caught on and was laughing as well, pushing his brother’s hand away.
“Yep. Definitely tired. Not out doing superhero stuff at all,” Freddy rambled. “I don’t know why I said that. Just ignore me.” He laughed again, more awkwardly this time, before finishing off the bout of laughter with a heavy sigh. Victor and Rosa looked at the two skeptically again, but didn’t say anything. When they arrived at the hospital, they checked in both Billy and Freddy, then sat in the PT waiting room. As they waited, Freddy’s right leg shook violently, causing the couch the two boys were sitting on to shake with him.
“Nervous?” Billy asked teasingly. Freddy just rapped his fingers against the armrest rhythmically. “Freddy,” Billy tried gently, like he’d seen Rosa do millions of times.
“Kind of. That guy makes me uncomfortable being so close to my leg,” Freddy admitted.”It’s a real trigger spot for me, you know? And I know he wouldn’t actually hurt me, but I’ve thought that about a lot of people and look where that got me: involuntarily bounced around from home to home to home because no one wants a cripple and people really don’t want an autistic cripple, ‘cause he cant keep his damn mouth shut and likes superheroes just a little too much. This house is my last option before one of those overcrowded group homes and this is a damn good option, because Victor and Rosa don’t mind that I love supers. In fact, they don’t mind any of my quirks and even go along with them. Which is really nice, because not all foster families like washing a kid’s clothes with a specific detergent and folding them in a specific way. They usually don’t like having to make separate meals sometimes because I can’t eat what everyone else does ‘cause it feels weird on my tongue. Not every family likes dealing with constant sensory overloads and meltdowns because there’s just too much sensory input everywhere all the time, man. Not all families want to deal with that. Victor and Rosa do, and it’s really nice, ya know?” When his rambling stopped, Freddy took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, settling down a bit now that that was off his chest. Billy blinked, trying to take in all the information he’d just been told and trying to formulate a proper response. Freddy being autistic and constantly passed from house to house wasn’t at all surprising to Billy having known the boy as long as he had. A question was poking at the back of his mind and before he could stop them, words were tumbling from his mouth.
“What happened? To your leg, I mean,” he inquired.
“Same thing that landed me in foster,” Freddy answered, seemingly unfazed by the question. “Abusive parents. Went too far once and broke my leg and part of my spine. Ended up in the hospital for about a month. Diagnosis: unilateral paralysis.” Billy breathed out a heavy sigh; he hadn’t known that.
“O-oh. I, uh.” Billy stumbled for a moment before Freddy caught on.
“You weren’t meant to,” he assured, sending a smile to his brother. Billy smiled back. There was a moment of silence before Billy broke it.
“Ya know, if you want, I can go in with you,” he offered.
“Sure, but why?” Freddy replied, quirking an eyebrow.
“Beats sitting out here waiting to get stuck with a needle,” Billy answered with a shrug. Freddy was about to inquire further when he heard his name.
“Freddy Freeman? Dr. Constance will see you now,” the assistant informed. Freddy nodded and, with a gulp, grabbed his crutch from where it had fallen on the ground and made his way to the door; Billy following closely behind. They made their way to the PT room near the back.
“Hi, Dr. Constance,” Freddy greeted happily. “I brought my foster brother, Billy. Is that alright?”
“Of course, Freddy. Like I’ve said, this is your session. You can bring whomever or whatever you want. It’s nice to meet you, Billy. Freddy’s told me quite a bit about you,” Dr. Constance greeted, looking up from the papers on his desk.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, sir,” Billy replied, shaking the man’s hand when it was offered.
“Well, you’re welcome to take my chair while Freddy and I get started.” Billy took the seat while Freddy and the doctor sat on the padded floor. “How has your homework been going?” Dr. Constance asked.
“Pretty well. I take the stairs as often as possible and I do the exercises sometimes when I can and those help,” Freddy answered.
“Great. Why don’t we get started with some of the basic stretches, okay?” Dr. Constance extended his legs and Freddy followed. “Just let me know if you’re in too much pain.”
“Okay.” Freddy and Dr. Constance worked out Freddy’s left leg with a series of stretches that Billy had seen before once upon a time when a previous foster family’s daughter took gymnastics. They stretched like that for around thirty minutes, Freddy taking a couple breaks to rest his leg.
“Alright, Freddy. You’re doing great so far,” Dr. Constance praised. “I wanna do some more advanced stretches, alright?”
“Alright,” Freddy agreed, though his voice shook. Dr. Constance took notice, because he looked at Billy.
“Hey, Billy, could you come here?” he requested. Billy nodded and turned off his phone, tucking it into his back pocket and moving to kneel next to his brother.
“What’s up, doc?” he asked. Freddy snorted.
“Take Freddy’s hand for me.” Billy did. “And let me know if he squeezes.”
“Okay.” Dr. Constance turned to Freddy.
“Freddy, I want you to squeeze Billy’s hand if you feel a lot of pain, okay?” he instructed. Freddy nodded. Dr. Constance gently grabbed Freddy’s ankle with one hand and his knee with the other and pushed slowly so that Freddy’s knee was moving toward his chest. Before it got there, though, Freddy gripped Billy;s hand hard enough to hurt. Billy sucked in a sharp breath and made eye contact with the physical therapist who stopped his movements abruptly.
“Alright. That’s really good, Freddy. You’re getting better,” Dr. Constance praised again. “I’m gonna move your leg outward. Squeeze Billy’s hand if you feel too much pain.”
“Okay.” When his hip was around a 45 degree angle, Freddy grasped Billy’s hand. Billy looked at Dr. Constance, who nodded and stopped the movement of Freddy’s leg. He then moved the leg along its full range of motion: up, out, in, down, a few times. The entire time, Billy didn’t let go of Freddy’s hand, rubbing slow, gentle circles on his brother’s palm and the back of his hand. It seemed to calm Freddy down, as the look of discomfort was only due to the slight pain in his leg. When his PT was done, he did some light stretches to calm down the muscles in his leg.
“I am very proud of you, Freddy. I will see you in two weeks,” Dr. Constance offered in goodbye. Billy and Freddy waved to him and ventured back down the hallway to the waiting room, where Rosa was waiting for them.
“Oh, good, you’re just in time!” Rosa exclaimed, ushering the two out of the PT building and into the adjacent one. “Your doctor just called you, Billy.” Billy gulped; he had forgotten about his own appointment. He couldn’t protest, though; Victor and Rosa had already spent time, energy, and money on this and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful for their efforts.
“R-right,” Billy stuttered. He looked around the building for a potential momentary escape and saw the familiar sign. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Right now?” Rosa asked, but Billy wasn’t listening, instead hurrying off to the bathroom. His heart raced as he rushed into the largest stall and locked the door. He curled up in the corner next to the toilet, knees to his chest and hands gripping his hair. He felt like he couldn’t breathe and the walls were closing in on him. Two words crossed his mind: panic attack. He was having a panic attack. He couldn’t stop it, but he knew he was having one. That was a start, right? Suddenly, there was a knock on the stall door, jolting him out of his paralytically fearful trance.
“Billy, are you in there?” he heard Freddy ask. Billy just whimpered in answer, unable to find his voice. “Billy, can you open the door?” Billy shook his head before realizing that Freddy couldn’t see him.
“N-no,” he rasped. He heard Freddy sigh heavily.
“You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?” he mumbled. Billy wanted to ask what he was gonna do, but Freddy was already sliding through the gap under the door, groaning.
“Please go away,” Billy begged, hands tangled in his hair.
“No can do, bro. Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” Freddy protested. Billy contemplated just staying where he was for the rest of his life, but then he remembered that he’d have to get shots sooner or later; sooner if he kept leaning against the toilet.
“I’m scared,” he mumbled into his knees. He felt tears slipping down his cheeks hotly.
“What?”
“I’m scared, okay!” Billy shouted. “Needles scare me. A lot. When I was seven, I stayed with a family who did heroin pretty much daily. There were needles everywhere and the parents were awful to me and even ignored their own son. One time, they injected us with heroin to get us to be quiet. So, no. I don’t trust needles and I don’t trust people with needles, either.” Billy was full on sobbing now, but he didn’t care. It was nice to get it off his chest; especially to someone he trusted and who had already trusted him with a revelation.
“Wow. That sucks, man,” Freddy replied after a moment. “Why don’t you hold my hand?”
“What?”
“Hold my hand and squeeze if you’re scared,” Freddy repeated. “Like you did for me.” Billy wiped the tears from his face and nodded at Freddy.
“Okay.” He stood up and helped Freddy up, too; unlocking the door and leaving the bathroom.
“Billy, mi amor, are you alright?” Rosa asked, caressing her son’s cheek with one thumb.
“I’m scared of needles,” Billy confessed. “But I’m ready now.”
“Alright. Let’s go, sweetie.” She ushered him in through the doors and back to the office, where Victor and the doctor were waiting for them. When Billy saw the seven needles lined up on the cart next to the doctor, he almost turned and ran again, but then he felt Freddy’s hand slip around his and squeeze reassuringly.
“Alright, hop up on that bed for me, Billy,” the doctor requested. Billy complied, climbing onto the squishy surface and kicking his legs back and forth to calm himself.
“Now, we’re gonna need you to take off your jacket and shirt, okay?” the doctor told him.
“Okay.” Billy took off his top layers, leaving himself bare chested and a little bit awkward and uncomfortable. Freddy hadn’t let go of his hand for more than a second and Billy appreciated that.
“Okay, Billy. You’re gonna need seven shots today. We’ve split them up evenly so you’ll get three shots in each arm,” the doctor explained, pulling on gloves and organizing the needles on the cart. “Is there an arm you’d prefer to have the fourth shot in?”
“Left,” Billy told her. “What are the shots for?”
“Vaccinations and immunizations,” the doctor replied, sterilizing his right shoulder. “Your parents don’t want you sick.” Billy sent Victor and Rosa a grateful look and they smiled back at him.
“Cool.”
“Okay, Billy. We’re going to start with your right arm.” Billy nodded and the doctor picked up one of the needles and prepared it. Billy felt Freddy squeeze his hand and looked over. Freddy gave a toothy grin and Billy returned it with his own, nervous smile. He felt a slight prick in his arm and flinched. Freddy squeezed his hand reassuringly again. Billy took a deep breath and steeled himself for the next six pricks. He distracted himself by thinking about how free he felt while flying and how happy Freddy was to be flying and the shots were over in almost an instant. When he came back to reality, Rosa was rubbing his bare, right shoulder blade.
“You’re all done, sweetie,” she told him, smiling sweetly.
“Oh.” Billy pulled back on his shirt and jacket and hopped off the bed. Rosa squeezed Billy’s hand; the one Freddy wasn’t holding, and smiled at him.
“I’m so proud of you, mijo,” she praised, gingerly kissing the side of his head.
“Thanks.” Billy looked down at his dirty, beat up Converse, cheeks flushing as red as his hoodie.
@freddyfreebat, I hope you liked it!
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cloudycera · 3 years
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The Street rat Empire
Beta Chapter 2
Hovering over the fighting gang members Captain marvel stood perplexed, he came here expecting the Lion gang to be pushing others around not themselves. He stood there wondering if it was even his business to step in as it just looked like a personal squabble, that was until of some of them stated pulling out guns.
"HEY?!!" He yelled coming closer.
"I don't know what this is about but you guy need to take it somewhere else cause everyone else is trying to sleep."
"Shit scatter!!" One of them yelled before the whole group disappeared in a flash.
"Oh.." Billy forgot the people here didn't like dealing with the Captain but either way he got them to take the shooting somewhere lest a poor soul gets hit with a stray bullet. He'd have to pull out the good ol Billy Batson Reputation card if he wanted to get to the bottom of this feud, hopefully he doesn't bite the bullet.
He changed back in a corner and headed off to the Lion's hideout. At the entrance was a Tall buffed bouncer he liked to call B.G, mostly because he never told billy his real name but the guy didn't mind.
"Hey B.G, what's up?" The raven sent the guy a fist bump that was recieved with a strained laugh.
"Trouble Little B, I can't say much but you should probably hide somewhere for the next week or two" B.G said.
"Huh? Why?"
"Like I said can't say if you want to know you should try to convince one of the guys to tell you but I doubt that'll happen with the fighting" B.G pulled out a Cigarette offering one to Billy but the boy refused as he couldn't and didn't smoke but Billy helped Light the Man's own. The lighter was a gift he got from a friend who'd gotten adopted a couple months back before they moved away.
"That's why I'm here, I thought we agreed that gang feuds stay out of that side of the Street"
"We did too but there's a lot of tension right now"
"I understand can I go in"
B.G let Billy in moving his giant form out of the way.
The Lion Den was a bar like most gang hideouts he'd seen, but there was less people in there that day Billy noticed. Everyone looked downright depressed and Off their rockers with broken glass and empty whiskey bottles everywhere, blood was splattered in different areas and most of the tables were in shambles.
"The hell happened here" he asked himself cringing at the pungent smell of alcohol.
"Billy you should be here...not today" one of the guys he'd never asked the name of but talked to was sat at the counter, he was the bartender.
"What happened here?" He asked
"Fucking Ninjas came in telling us to get out cause the boss sold everyone here out for millions, every last person in this neighbourhood " Bartender downed a shot.
Billy's heart sank "Sold us out...what the fuck do you mean ? To who?!"
"No idea kid, everyone's too busy ripping each other apart to find out who knew and who didn't"
"Shit"
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Billy was back in his apartment now the food situation was completely gone from his mind now, everyone here could be arrested or sent back into the system in a couple of hours or tomorrow and he didn't know what to do.
He wasn't even sure if it was the government that was the problem but he didn't have time to shut down or panic he had to find out who they where and if he could cripple their plan completely.
"I can't superpower my way out if this if this if it is the government and if the Captain goes around asking questions everyone will scatter on sight." he turned and twisted trying to figure out a plan for this.
"Am I really going to have to do with without the Cape? Will anyone in the league help me with this?....no they'll want the kids in government care for that shit."
"I'm on my own aren't i."
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When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun (pt 1)
Fandom: Shazam
Pairing: Freddy Freeman/Reader
Summary: An old friend of Billy’s resurfaces and Freddy is sure she’s in love with Billy. Why else would she put up with him? You’ve lived your life in darkness, and you never stay in one place for long. Freddy is a literal human ray of sunshine and you find yourself wanting to stay in spite of your instincts.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse in later chapters
“Billy Batson, Freddy Freeman to the principal’s office please,” the school receptionist voice announced over the speaker.
“What did you do,” Billy whispered as they walked the hall.
“Me?! You’re Captain Make Trouble,” Freddy exclaimed.
“And your Super-always-looks-like-He’s-up-to-something-boy what’s your point?”
The two whisper argued back and forth until they reached the office. The receptionist signaled for them to take a seat and wait for the principal. When she came out of her office she didn’t look angry and the boys were even more confused.
“Mr. Batson, Mr. Freeman, I have a very important job for you two,” she started, “we have a new student and I’d like the two of you to show her around, make her feel welcome.”
“Why us,” Freddy asked nervously.
“Well, she’s in a similar situation and I feel you two would be best equipped to make her feel welcome around here,” she said straightening up.
Freddy still look confused and Billy muttered under his breath, “Foster kid.”
“Y/N you can come out now this is -“
“BILLY FREAKING BATSON,” you shout as you run to give him a hug.
“Y/N WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE,” Billy shouted back excitedly as he hugged her back.
“Language and volume Mr. Batson,” the principal warned, “I know I still picked the right two for the job. Carry on.”
“You two know each other I take it,” Freddy said as he tried to get a look at you.
Billy let you go and explained, “We were in the same home in New York. Before you guys, she was the only other kid I got along with...helped to teach me how to look out for myself.”
Freddy went to say something but words caught in his throat as he looked at you. You wore a maroon t-shirt dress with Queen’s emblem on it, black fishnets, and black combat boots.
You finally looked from Billy to the boy behind him and it felt as if you were struck down. He had the kindest brown eyes and beautiful curly hair you just wanted to run your fingers through. He radiated good and you found that you couldn’t stop staring.
Billy smirked and decided to catalogue this scene for later. “Y/N this is my foster brother Freddy, Freddy this is Y/N,” he said happily.
The two of you just nodded and continued staring. The bell rang jolting you and Freddy out of your stupor.
“That’s the lunch bell, we can catch up there,” Billy said as he opened the door.
When neither one of you moved he said, “You can stare there too guys come on let’s go.”
***
“You’re really pretty,” Darla said sweetly, “It looks like Freddy -“
“Needs to eat,” Billy finished quickly, “lunch period doesn’t last that long.”
“So was Billy always a jerk,” Eugene asked as he stuffed French fries into his mouth.
You laughed and side eyed Billy, “So I see you really let your charming side out for these guys.”
Billy shrugged.
“So what changed,” she asked, “last time I saw you was after we busted out of the Outten’s and you were headed towards fifth street....thank you, by the way.”
Billy nodded somberly, “I went through 4 more houses before I met these weirdos.”
“And your mom?”
“WCS,” he said cryptically, “WCS #3 to be exact.”
You put a hand on his shoulder and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“What’s WCS,” Freddy asked.
“Y/N loves playing WCS,” Billy said with a bittersweet smile.
“Hey it’s gotten me through so far,” you said defensively, “WCS is Worse Case Scenario. I analyze the situation I’m in and think of the absolute worst things that could happen and I pick the lesser evil of my options.”
“So no BCS,” Freddy said jokingly.
“BCS? More like BS,” you said with an edge in your voice, “but what can I say I’m a cynic.”
“So how long do you think you’ll be around,” Billy asked.
You glanced at Freddy and adjusted your typical two weeks. He could be worth sticking around a little longer for even if just to look at for a while.
“Probably a month,” you said shrugging.
“But we just met and you seem so cool,” Darla said sadly.
“You never know,” Billy said smirking as he watched you and Freddy continue to steal glances at each other when you thought no one was looking, “these guys have a way of making you want to stay.”
You took a sip of your water and looked over at Freddy before saying, “I don’t doubt it. So which one of you two has science next?”
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“You don’t have to walk so fast ya know,” you said as you kept up with Freddy easily, “you look like you’re getting out of breath. I promise the science lab is still going to be there if you don’t run a marathon to get there.”
Freddy didn’t say anything he just slowed down automatically. His heart was pounding she noticed him overcompensating. He wasn’t even embarrassed about it; in fact, he was overjoyed that someone not only saw but cared.
“Introduction time, my favorite,” you muttered to him sarcastically as the science teacher waved you to him.
Freddy snickered and went to his typical seat.
“Class we have a new student joining us for the remainder of this year, please Y/N introduce yourself,” the teacher said way too enthusiastically.
“My name is Y/N, I enjoy classic rock, Tim Burton movies, and writing twisted stories to ease my disturbed mind,” you said as you stared off dramatically in the distance.
Freddy had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
“Ummm okay...well I’m Mr. Wilkes and uh,” he started stammering, “why don’t we just break up into lab partners. Choose wisely they’re your partner for the rest of the year.”
Freddy leaned back in his seat sighing thinking, “Another year of being stuck with whoever didn’t get picked....”
“Hey bae, I can think of a few other ways to calm that mentally disturbed mind,” a tall blonde guy said in a tone meant to be seductive.
You walked right past him as if he didn’t exist.
“Hey there partner,” you said as you slid in the seat next to Freddy.
“Huh?”
“Unless you had another preference,” you said coolly.
“No! No, you’re perfect...perfect partner material. People say I’m disturbed too,” Freddy said and cringed at his last sentence.
“Choice,” you said as you smiled and nodded in approval, “of course all extra curricular studies will be at your place though.”
Freddy’s smile faded. Of course you’d want to be at his place, that’s where Billy was.
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