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Prompt:

Timeline: Whatever you (reader) thinks fits best :)

TW/Content: Tooth-rotting fluffy cuteness⚡️Swearing⚡️Mention of the Breyers (they deserve they own trigger warning ngl💀✋🏽 the actors did they jobs, RESPECTFULLY, cuz I despise them)⚡️Freddy loving you to d e a t h

Reader: Non-specified! Any Pronouns! Shy/Introverted!

Requested by: Anon

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It was a wonder you and Freddy even managed to get together, let alone being able to actually stand each other.

He was boisterous, extroverted, and drew in lots of attention (positive and negative) wherever he went.

You were, natrually, his opposite. Level-headed, introverted, and riddled with anxiety the second confrontation came your way.

But, you know what they say: Opposites attract🤷🏽‍♀️.

Freddy was left astounded and completely :O!! when you first asked him out. Stunned by your attractiveness, reminiscing on all of the times he had seen you in class or around the school, and baffled by how melodic your sweet, quiet voice was to him, he glowed red and was in awe at how you even considered him to be worthy of such a privilege at all; Dating you.

Pfft-! Even more of a shock to him, you asking him out... "YES!" He nearly screamed, which made you jump, but excited and happy nonetheless.

Little did he know, it had taken every single last ounce of courage and determination you had that day just to walk up to him. Shaking and sweating, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as your words trembled once they left your lips.

But none of that mattered now. Er, it did, but only in the best ways, because now he was your boyfriend. And, no matter the differences in personality, he loved you as hard and as much as humanly possible.

Showing you all of his comics and memorabilia is a constant in your relationship. Freddy rambling on and on to you the details of every single item as you took it all in with admiring smiles and laughter. You'd think you'd be used to his touch by now, but with every passing item he wants you to look at goes the brush of your fingertips, and you can't help but get all fluttery and dizzy inside and blushy on the outside each time, to which he casually teases you for.

Walks bring you more of such an experience, though maybe not Freddy's favorite activity outside of superhero form, he disregards that fact simply because he's happy to hold your hand for long periods of time. Enjoys how such a simple act makes your heart swell off the radar, easily letting him know just how much you still love and care for him.

He even tries to tone himself down, knowing how much the attention he sometimes draws in with his loud and silly antics makes you anxious. And though you'd rather your chaotic boyfriend not change himself just to please you, you admit it does ease your nerves knowing you won't have to worry.

Well, of course, sometimes you worry. Like when he comes to you after a run-in with the Breyers, possibly beat up physically and/or emotionally. Either way, your soothing tone and careful touches always brighten his mood. An excuse to give thank you kisses, which certainly leave you more flustered than you could ever imagine possible.

Or when it's you who they bother, Freddy will gladly step in to protect you, telling them off with the most harshest yet amusing things he can think of, no matter the punishment it earns him. If you won't speak up for yourself, in any situation, you can be damn well sure he will with zero hesitancy.

You guys are definitely the "I didn't want pickles..." "Hey, they asked for no pickles!" "Nononono-! It's fine, it's fine...!" couple.

Omgomg, another thing is Freddy literally strives to and prides himself upon bringing out a genuine laugh from you. Not a quiet lil chuckle or one of those mouth covered "haha hehe" type shits, no. I'm talking about that loud, real, witch cackle laugh that I know you have😌. It's literally his mission, always adjusting his humor to yours in any way he can and/or just saying and doing silly, stupid things just to hear it. He thinks it's wonderful and would give anything in the world to hear it over and over again.

And the more calmer moments between you two, consisting of lots of cuddling and movie watching, picnic and park dates, and god forbid you actually know about his superhero alter ego...

Dates in the sky (if you're not afraid of heights) are one thing that cannot be beaten. The serenity of the clouds and the land below, sitting on whatever structure Freddy could find big enough to fit the two of you, just watching it all happen. Everything so tiny, you two so peaceful with the occasional conversation or joke...

Oh!! Listen, just because you're a little shy doesn't mean you're not a little shit, okay? You're often the grand mastermind behind all of Freddy's pranks and ways to get back at Eugene or Billy >:). And man, does he adore it. Boy was 'bout knocked out of his socks when you first came up with some random yet ultimate scheme to prank one of his brothers, and has dubbed you ruler of the pranking department ever since💅🏽.

Also, you were sick of Freddy just going at things all willy-nilly and then him complaining back to you whenever he failed. "You never think things all the way through, that's why🙄."

Which reminds me, being a little more to yourself and all made it harder for you to get used to Freddy's family. Though he brought you around nearly all of the time and showed you off with pride, it was probably a solid week or so that went by before you could actually muster up the confidence to speak to anyone other than Rosa (which was always littered with a million apologies because you were sure you had come off as rude or a bitch for not speaking up right away😭).

But, at the end of the day, they all ended up loving you regardless of your shy nature and adore having you around. You especially got along with Mary, it being nice to have somewhat of an older sister figure, and Pedro, who was about just as quiet as you, but it often left you two sharing different music and hobbies with one another.

You both loving to read, Freddy mainly because he likes to know things and likes expanding his already large brain on all sorts of random knowledge. And you because you love to get lost in the fantasy and imaginative creativity of it all (or else why would you be reading these hdcns, huh🤨). This usually becomes him reading aloud to you or vice versa, you sitting in his lap or his head in yours, hair getting stroked and light kisses being placed anywhere they can reach every now and again.

Freddy loves you no matter what and doesn't care that you're shy/introverted. He's just happy to love and be loved, especially by you of all people, and will do whatever it takes to make sure you're comfortable and happy in general and with him at all times💙✨️.

I hope these were good enough, I love writing short little blurbs like that, they make my heart happy😭🩷.

~ Star✨️

Prompt: So, your best friend meets a superhero...

And of course, it being Freddy Freeman and all, he goes all in, faster than the Flash. He never meant to neglect you in the process. Truly! Besides...you weren't feeling too bad about it. You totally understood and would be there for him, by his side like you had already been for years, no matter what. Wouldn't you? ... Wouldn't he?

Timeline: During/Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Angst (hurt/comfort)⚡️Swearing⚡️Raised Voices⚡️Crying⚡️Comfort/Forgiveness⚡️Freddy being a dummy⚡️Mutual pining

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

Requested by: A reader from my personal wattpad...yes, I grabbed this from my watty and reposted it here, IDC, y'all need content, I'm providing, that's all that matters😌🤲🏽✨️.

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       "Freddyyyy...! . . . Oh shit-..."

What at first was a joyful call upon bursting into his room, it quickly cut off into a quiet murmur, your (E/C) eyes landing on, not only the curly-head you had near scared to death, but another boy standing beside him. The room went silent, you tucking in your lips awkwardly to hold back an amused grin at their blank stares of confusion.

       "Uhm-"

       "Dude, how did you even get in here...?!" Freddy laughed suddenly and wildly, a grin stretching onto his face when you further shuffled into the room.

       "Duh, I broke in." You joked, your gaze shifting between your best friend and the mystery kid. "What about him? Is he about to rob the place, too?"

       Freddy watched you, both of your eyes playful as you pretended to pick-pocket small trinkets from his desk and into your pockets.

       "Nah, he's new."

       Your jesting intent vanished into a look of surprise, having known exactly what his words meant.

       "(Y/N), this is Billy! I'm sure he'd gladly shake your hand, but he barely talks, so, I dunno."

       Billy swiftly rolled his green eyes at the statement, and immediately, you couldn't help but dislike his presenting attitude. How could anyone remain so hostile with Freddy around? He was sweet and kind, funny, and always aiming to please. There was no need for anyone to be rude to him.

       Not that it really stopped the Breyers, but, not the point.

       You simply just couldn't fathom why anyone would find him annoying or...whatever! Not when you had been around the boy since the sixth grade. Not when he was so gentle and understanding, an amazing drawer with such cool hobbies and interests. Did you already mention sweet and kind? Not when he had the biggest, coffee-brown eyes and the most adorable pattern of freckles. The craziest laugh that always made you cackle ten times harder. The cutest nose, the softest looking lips...

"Why...why is she literally about to explode?"

       "Pfft-"

       Freddy snorted at Billy's murmured observation, leaving it now your turn to roll your eyes. Even so, you truly couldn't hide the deep blush as you desperately tried to cease the shaking in your hands. Freddy noticed this, keeping his true thoughts to himself while he watched you wipe the sweat away on the denim of your jeans and finally offer a polite hand to Billy.

       He wondered why you blushed so hard all of the sudden, why your hands shook the moment you had been introduced to a kid you barely even knew. Hell, that he barely even knew! It was odd, seeing as you were never like that with him or anyone else you both mutually knew.

       He had only ever seen you this way about some random celebrity you liked. About...-

       "Y’know, your features kind of remind me of Jacob Elordi."

       Billy's brows furrowed a bit at your comment, reluctantly taking your hand only to soon regret it.

       "...Who?"

       'Oh god...' Freddy thought, annoyed with the fact he had not only been indirectly friend-zoned (for the millionth time), but was also now faced with possible competition.

       "Oh god...!" Freddy then let out exasperatingly, tipping his head back before placing himself right back into his desk chair. "Don't get her started, man. She's never gonna sto-"

       "-Hush!" You quickly interjected, before doing just that. "He's this actor from this show I like called Euphoria! You both kinda got the whole brown hair, green eyes thing going on, and you both have kinda prominent noses!"

       "I..." Billy started, but you hadn't heard, lost in your own thoughts and observations.

       "But he's a lot taller. And your eyes are a little more upturned. And you have dimples, which, I don't think he does. And your jaw is a lot more square. And-!"

       "-I don't know who you're talking about." Billy cut in plainly. "And you can let go of my hand now."

       Your brows knitted for a moment. Both at his bluntness and his statement before looking down and realizing you truly had been subconsciously shaking the boy's hand throughout your entire rant.

       "Oh shit..." You mumbled again, swiftly pulling away and cursing it when you felt your cheeks grow hot a second time in embarrassment.

       "Sorry..."

       "Yeah..." And with that, he gave one last glance around the entire room before pushing the strap of his backpack further up his shoulder.

       "Bathroom?"

       "Second door to your right." You and Freddy jinxed, sending each other the slightest of smiles at the coincidence while Billy was already halfway out of the door.

       "Thanks..."

       You finally let out the huff of air you hadn't realized you were hanging onto, moving towards Freddy's bottom bunk and pulling his pillow into your lap as you sat.

       "Well...he's a real charmer, isn't he?"

       "Yeah, he's not been told very many jokes." Was Freddy's quick response to your sarcasm. You were swift to dish out more, though, always able to match the boy's energy the longer you had been with him.

       "Mm. Maybe you're just not funny."

       "Augh-!" He gasped/scoffed, pressing a hand to his heart in deep offense. You gave an innocent shrug, giggling at him as he made attempts to defend himself.

       "I quite literally am the most funniest person you will ever meet, (N/N). I-I can't even believe you just said what you just said-"

"-Ryan Reynolds."

       "Like, I- Hm..." Freddy quit mid-rant, nodding slowly with a point in your direction as if to give you props for your suggestion.

       "Okay, second. Second most funniest. But you can't deny that I am funny, I mean, you laugh at all of my jokes!"

       Against your will, it seemed, you found yourself giggling as you shook your head. Freddy nodding his faster while he struck out a hand exaggeratingly.

       "See?! See?! Look at you, giggling away as if I'm just...just some clown sitting here for your amusement."

       "God, Freddy...!" You cackled, having burst into real laughter that Freddy couldn't help but find himself admiring. A light pink even dusted behind his freckles, his heart speeding up once having accomplished bringing a genuine laugh out of you. He heard it damn near everyday, of course, but it never seemed to get old. It was why he was the tiniest bit sad to see it go upon watching your bury your face into his pillow to hide it.

        It didn't last long, though, giggling himself when he saw you kick your feet furiously like a child to subdue your contagious laughter. What he couldn't see was the sudden scent you took in when you were finally able to gather yourself, forest pine meeting your nose with quick familiarty and comfort. Your own heart began to race, almost wanting to take another whiff while another hot flash began to set in. But, knowing it'd be too obvious, you decided against it and reluctantly lifted your head back up along with a comment that made Freddy roll his eyes at you.

       "He did remind me of Jacob Elordi, though."

       "Ugh...!"

       "What?!" You gasped in offense at his groan. "Dude, he's cute! Let me like who I like...!"

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       Your words had rang through the boy's head all night long, early into the morning soon after he woke up, and even now during lunch as he made his way through the school halls and amidst the crowd of students going the same direction.

       '...And your eyes are a little more upturned. And you have dimples! And more of a square jaw...'

       'Let me like who I like!'

       'Maybe you're just not funny.'

       'Dude, he's cute!'

       'He's cute!'

       'He's cute!'

       'Who's cute?!' Freddy thought, shaking his head as if he were speaking aloud. 'Was she talking about Billy or Jacob?'

       He prayed it was Jacob because at least then, Freddy had a chance. A celebrity living millions of miles away, way too old for you...

       Yeah. That's right. Freddy had done his research. A long time ago at that, leading him to believe that he most certainly had him beat.

       For starters, he was here in Fawcett City with you, so...

       But Freddy deeply didn't think his heart could take it if you were talking about Billy, who had already proven himself the 'cool and collected', 'bad boy' type. And, from other prior research, girls tend to aim for that a lot more than some goofy nerd with a crutch...

       The scene he came upon further proved his point, having made it through the cafeteria doors and instantly caught sight of you and Billy sitting together. A smirk tugged at his lips, watching yet hardly listening to you rant on and on and on about who-knew-what. Billy was amused at your lack of awareness for his own lack of care, but the interaction looked all too different to Freddy, who continued to watch from a distance as he grabbed his food.

       The lunch line inched forward unbearably slow, but it gave the freckled-faced boy enough time to further assess the situation. Trying not to make it obvious he was staring, only to whip his head back if and when he thought he heard your laugh. Tucking in his lips while just simply imagining the cocky or charming things he was spewing to possibly win you over.

       He felt a little selfish at first, but...Freddy had to put a stop to it before it could progress any further.

       "Flight or invisibility...?!"

       You jumped at the sudden voice of your best friend, the boy slamming his plastic tray of school food onto the table and squeezing a chair in between yours and Billy's.

       "Oh gosh..." You sighed, already prepared for the series of information about to come next. Billy, for obvious reasons, was not. His smirk never faltered, but the confusion was still quite clear as he gave a curt, "What?"

       "Flight or invisibility?" Freddy repeated, but didn't even give Billy a chance to answer before he was off.

       "Ya' see? Everybody chooses flight! Wanna know why?"

       "...So they can fly away from this conversation?"

       A snort came from your lips, but you swiftly turned it into fake coughs and the clearing of your throat at Freddy's side-eye. So, you were left with nothing to do but pick at you own food and tune out the rant you had heard nearly a bajillion times. The only thing that hadn't gotten tiring was seeing the bright glint in his eye while he talked about superpowers. A smile stretched across his face that put a grin on your own while he used his hands and arms expressively.

       The shake of his curls, the pitch and volume of his voice all over the place, the urge to just 'boop!' his little nose whenever it scrunched up.

       "...Sneaking around every-everywhere, 'tis- it-...it's a total villain power, right?!"

       The embarrassment of everyone staring at your table as a result of Freddy's shouting snapped you out of your trance. Outside of the heat slowly rising to your cheeks at the attention, you were almost thankful. You felt as though you had no right to be crushing over the boy when he clearly had no thoughts of you other than being a best friend. For the past four years, it had been nothing but superheroes, shit-talking, and whatever else best friends do between you two, and you were confident in keeping it that way as to not ruin what good you already had.

       "You're coming on a little strong, don't you think?" You asked as the conversation of the cafeteria began to pick back up, watching while Freddy swiftly gathered his food and crutch to follow Billy.

       "Hush, (Y/N). I'm just trying to be nice. And I want my bullet back."

       "Uh huh..." You nodded, resting your chin against the palm of your hand while your elbow sat on the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with? In case he makes a run for it, I mean."

       "Oh, har-har, you're hilarious." Freddy scoffed, rolling his brown eyes while you giggled lightly. Before he left, he pointed a stern finger at you, raising his brows which caused you to roll your own eyes.

       "Seriously, though. Stay."

       "Woof." Was your only comment, causing him to throw you a joking wink.

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       That was the last you saw of him. Well, not the complete last, but things felt...different.

       It was never hard for him to make you smile. Whether that be a result of your inevitable infatuation with him or just the fact that he effortlessly tickled your funny bone was unknown. But regardless, your grin felt bittersweet while you watched him. Not in person at the edge of your bed, or over FaceTime on your phone...

       But on the glowing screen of your laptop, watching his latest YouTube video upload from what once was a dead channel now blowing up under the new name, "Hero Manager" unlike the quirky, original one you two had made up a long while ago. "Superman's Left Ankle". God, you thought you two were twelve-year-old, miniature Kevin Hart's with that one.

       Although, Freddy had always been the true comedian of your duo, and it was easily displayed now for millions to see.

       "Shoot 'im in the face!!"

         Including you, in the darkness of your lonely room.

       "Single. Bound."

       You had gone through hours of footage, you were sure of it.

       "Faster than a locomotive...!"

       Just marveling at the fact that Freddy was seemingly achieving his dream. He met a real life superhero! And was his apparent manager of all things!

       "What did'ya' see?! Did ya' see boobies? Were there nipples? Why-...why aren't you talking?!"

        All of it bittersweet, because he never once told you. He never even mentioned the fact of a new superhero in Fawcett City, let alone telling you all of the daunting stories of being his personal sidekick. Not that he had to, of course. But given that you'd known him for so long and practically shared the obsession, you'd think...

       He hadn't been talking to you much at all, now that you thought about it. He was no longer spending hours at a time at your house or texting you constantly with whatever odd thoughts plagued his mind. You missed his good morning memes and the walks to school, avoiding the Breyer twins like the plague in a weird mix of fun and fear while discovering new routes to school. Like it was a scene out of Mission: Impossible or something.

       The only contact you two had shared within the past couple of weeks was him brushing past you swiftly in the hallway, attached to Billy at the hip. His new brother. Without even so much as a quick, "Hey." or a nod of recognition.

       To say you were jealous was the least of it. Hell, hardly envious at all, knowing it was more of an irritation you kept pushing deep, deep, down. Letting it fester into resent that would bubble up to your chest. As a result, you slammed you laptop shut, unable to take hearing Freddy's voice through videos that you had watched over a million times already, even though they were spammed and recent.

       'Ding!'

       Your flushed body calmed, the hot flash subsiding when your phone alerted you of a new text. You almost hated the way how quick giddy grew in replacement of your vexation. How you hoped this could be the chance at a real conversation. Of course, you wouldn't immediately push with strong questions. The boy wasn't stupid, he had to have known you've seen the videos by now.

       You, of all people! Hell, you were one of his first ten viewers the second you saw he uploaded. 'Watch Hero Manager's First Video!' Was the notification, and God, you felt pride and excitement swell in your chest for him. So, of course, you'd gently lean yourself towards bringing up him and his new adventures with The Human Powerstorm. The Red Cyclone. Zap-tain America. Captain Sparkle Fingers.

       Whatever his name was...

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Freddy<3💙

do u have the hmw answers 4 our second period?

Seen

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     Your face fell, shoulders dropping from a tense excitement you hadn't realized you were holding. Your bottom lip went tugged in between your teeth, almost stinging at the sensation from how often you had been picking at it from nerves.

       'No, no,' You thought, hurriedly typing your message. 'I can revive this.'

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Freddy<3💙

do u have the hmw answers 4 our second period?

Yeah I do!

I didn't think you were gonna do any hmw tho, you seem pretty busy lately😅

kinda. thnx (N/N)

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       "Ugh...!" You felt childish for letting out such a tantrumous groan. Not that you could help it, flinging back down onto your bed and staring up at the ceiling to push back the tears that threatened to appear. This was how all of your newly short conversations went as of late. In person or over text.

       He'd get you all riled up, hopes higher than the moon, when he tapped your shoulder or sent you a late night text. Just for it to be something stupid like, "Do you have a pencil?"

       "Do you have the homework? Lemme' copy."

       "...You look kind of tired."

       That one nearly sent you tipping over the edge that day. Of-fucking-course you were tired! Tired of him acting like you no longer mattered, because now he has a new best friend. Tired of him practically ignoring you whenever you did try to pretend things were normal! When you would attempt to ramble to him about the Breyers picking on solely you, now that Freddy was ditching everyday, making him barely a target. When you wanted to talk about the things you always did.

       You got tired of missing his laughter and his jokes, the way his hair fell lazily on his head and there you were, to brush it with your fingers into submission. Tired of missing his eyes and his freckles that matched, the clicking sound of his crutch against the ground when he'd walk beside you, the way he would breeze past you to grab something and you'd smell the faintest of sweet pine.

       "Fuck this..." You grumbled, hastily pushing yourself off of your mattress and to your closet. You slipped on a pair of the first shoes you saw and threw on a jacket. You wouldn't be out too long, you assumed. You were tired of missing your best friend, especially when he was just next door.

       You were so tired of things feeling so different all of the sudden, because things were different. And you couldn't stand it any longer. Not when it hurt this bad. Not when it physically made your chest ache as you marched out of the front door of your house and down the sidewalk.

       Two houses and you were there, knocking on the door of the foster family household. Maybe a little too urgently, unknitting your brows at the way Rosa had met your (E/C) eyes with slight worry.

       "Oh! (Y/N), sweetie!" She gasped, pulling you in for a much needed hug. Her body heat shielded you from the cold air nipping at any part of you that might've gone uncovered. "It's felt like forever since I've seen you last; where've you been?"

       "Uh..."

      Had it really been that long? You almost shook your head against her shoulder. Yeah, you had just established it had been a couple of weeks, but what you didn't realize was how odd it must've been to everyone else. No more tea parties with Mary and Darla, no music sessions with Pedro or video game competitions with Eugene and Victor. No baking with Rosa...

        In your mess of yearning for Freddy, you forgot to yearn for them, too, not that anything really stopped you from coming over sooner. Other than the unbearable awkwardness, that is.

       "Just got a little caught up with school, is all."

       "Well," Rosa sighed with a smile, finally letting you go and ushering you inside the heat of the house. "At least Freddy wasn't dragging you into all of his mess. Him and Billy have been up to so much, lately."

       "Oh, wow." You sighed gently, trying not to let offense nor uninterest slip in your tone. How oblivious the woman was, not realizing that's something else you had missed that came along with knowing one Freddy Freeman. His wild and crazy shenanigans. Although, unlike Billy and him, the two of you had never ditched school...

       "Where is he?"

       Jealously clouded your mind, but you fought it to keep your voice light and even plaster on a polite smile, which Rosa returned.

       "In his room. Why don't you go on up and say hi? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you!" And with that, she was off to tend to the rest of her kids, leaving you to trot up the stairs and plant your feet at his bedroom door.

       You found yourself thankful, almost completely relieved, that it was shut. It gave you time to actually think for a moment, to prep your words and statements without solely relying on spur of the moment emotions.

       'Freddy, I...'

       You made the pivots on your heels as if you were going to pace back and forth, but didn't knowing it might be too loud.

       'I've been missing you lately. Which I know wouldn't be happening if you weren't ignoring me... No, that's too forward and condescending. I feel like we aren't really...close anymore. I know you've been...busy...lately. But when's the last time we've-?...Ugh, no.'

       The pit in your stomach weighed heavy, and if you remained here any longer, you thought you might cry at just the thought of saying things all wrong. You couldn't predict his reactions, nor his words, so you were just going to have to twist the knob and find out.

       "Wha-?! Oh. Oh! It's you!" You nodded, fighting a giggle at Freddy's bewildered reaction. You wanted to remain semi-serious for this conversation, even if his wide smile almost completely stopped that from happening. You watched as he paused a round of Mortal Kombat on the-

       'Woah...'

       Where the fuck did that come from?! A new TV, definetly higher quality than the old box TV that used to sit in its place. It was here you finally noticed all of the surrounding empty cardboard boxes. A new XBox, PlayStation, and set of controllers. New video games, some you swore you had already planned to buy him this Christmas. New merch littered the floor and his bed, new trinkets, new...everything.

       "Where the hell did you get all of this stuff?" You asked, curious as to how it was even affordable when the boy was only making ten bucks a week doing his chores. And that was if he did them at all.

       You barely received and answer, hardly a grumbled, "Early presents..." before he cleared off his desk to make room for-

       "I'm actually kinda glad you just brought the homework over instead. Your pictures are always kinda blurry and it's hard to read."

       ". . .Huh?"

       Your jealously bubbled back up into your chest again. No, no not jealously. It had shifted into something more than that. Maybe a mix, but most definitely more. So much so that you didn't even allow Freddy a chance to clarify before you were speaking again, your tone of voice completely different from that of the easy-going one you had entered with.

       "So, what...I'm just here to bring you your home-...No, excuse me, my homework, for you to copy off of? I'm supposed to just do that, and pretend like everything between us is just-...is just all good, right?"

       "Tch." Freddy snorted a little, not yet catching onto the seriousness of your expression. He wasn't taking you seriously. He didn't seem to care. "Relax, it's fine. You don't have to come over every time I need it. I was just kidding about the blurry picture thing."

       "That's not the point, Freddy." You seethed, and it was here he finally grasped onto your genuine irritation, watching as your gaze pierced through him like a knife.

       "Wait, are you actually mad at me right now?"

       His cluelessness, the slightly amused undertone in his voice, made you all the more vexed. So much so, you couldn't help but allow your voice to raise in the slightest and let your arms and hands help you do your talking.

       "Oh, no shit, dude! Wow, I wonder why! Gee, let's take a look, hmm...oh, yeah, that's right! You ignore me for weeks, you don't talk to me, and when you do, you treat me like we don't even know each other...! Like I haven't been there for you for your worst and best moments. Like I'm not even your best friend anymore! I mean...who does that?! Do you even care!?"

       "Are...are you serious right now? I-...No..." Freddy shook both his head and his free hand, slightly limping backwards to sit at the chair by his desk. "Don't even answer that."

       "Why? You scared I'm being serious? You upset that I might be telling the truth?"

      "No, (Y/N)." Was his stern reply. "It's because I have no idea what you're talking about. I literally talked to you yesterday!"

      "No, you didn't." Was your scoff and eye roll in his direction, only to receive one right back.

       "I texted you, what?!"

       "Yeah!" You burst, whipping your phone out of your jacket pocket. "At three in the morning, asking me if you missed a test because you ditched class for the millionth time, leaving me by myself! Treating me like I'm just some- some..."

       "-Oh, my bad!" Freddy interrupted, raising his hands defensively without a lick of sincerity to his apology. "I didn't realize you had to be next to me twenty-four/seven to feel something...!"

       "Like I'm just some throwaway!" You finished, but swiftly processed his words and continued on. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it! Acting like we haven't been by each other's side for years, just for you to ditch me for some kid that randomly shows up!"

       "That is my brother, (Y/N)!" He gasped, and you could merely shake your head in disdain.

       "He hated you when we first met!"

       "So that's what this is about, huh? You're-...What? You're jealous?"

       You pinched the bridge of your nose at his slow nod and remark, sighing while he kept going tauntingly.

       "If I had known you were so easy to piss off, I wouldn't have bothered telling you anything at all."

       "That's that problem!!" You burst, your throat beginning to burn at both your shouts and the threat of tears. "You never told me anything! You never talked to me, we never talk anymore. All you do is ask me for things and we never..." You couldn't find the words, but you swiftly and easily found evidence of your claims.

       You shoved your phone into Freddy's face, scrolling through the weekly amounts of three sentenced messages.

      "(N/N), can I have the homework, please? Do you have the study guide questions? Do you know the answer to number four? Do you have a pencil? Can you bring me my sketchbook? Can I do this, can I do that?" You mocked each message that flew by, your thumb continuing to scroll as he half-heartedly scanned.

       "I'm not here to be you second goddamn crutch, Freddy!" His brows furrowed at your words, never having gotten the chance to explain himself before feeling the hurt of your words in his chest. All he could think about was how he could counter, how he could respond.

       Something he typically did, usually reserved for run-ins with the Breyers. Never you, not that he was thinking clearly enough to stop himself, or listen to your dejected murmur before speaking.

       "I thought...I- ugh...I thought I was your friend."

       "Then maybe you shouldn't be here."

       "...Wha-?"

       "-Come to think of it, I never asked you to be my 'second goddamn crutch' anyways! You stood up for me when I needed you, and that's fine! But I don't need you anymore! And if you seem to have such a hard time with that, then maybe, we never needed to be friends in the first place!"

       Though your chest ached at his harsh words and tone, you ignored his glared and mulled it over. Longer for than what you would have liked, but you almost giggled when you came to your conclusion.

       You shrugged, inhaling deeply as if releasing would allow you to let go of all of the hurt you felt in that moment.

       "You're right."

       Freddy found himself taken aback by your calm agreement, instantly regretting his words. So much so he was willing to take them back in an instant.

       "Wait-"

       "-I shouldn't have made it seem like you owe me your time just becuse I chose to become your friend. That's not fair of me. You have your family now, you've always had. And now, you have a brother. One your age, at least. So, I understand why it's...why I'm..."

       Your voice trembled and you turned away, making haste towards the door.

       "You get it."

       It didn't take long for Freddy to slip his arm through his crutch and attempt to hurry after you, but you had already fled down the stairs and unfortunately ran into Mary.

       "(Y/N)?" She questioned, already worried like the rest of her siblings. It then occurred to you, as you looked up at the older girl with teary eyes, that the whole of downstairs probably heard your loud argument.

       "What happened?"

       Your suspicions were confirmed when Billy stood in front of his new siblings with furrowed brows and a glint in his eyes that screamed, "I'm sorry."

      But it didn't matter anymore. There was no point, and you knew that. Enough so to push past Mary gently and waltz through the front door, ignoring Freddy's rushed calls after you.

       You were hit with the cold air again, knowing better not to run as you walked back into your house and to your room. Even through blurry vision, it didn't take you long to gather necessities into a minibackpack of yours, a charger, your wallet, the works, and throw on a heavier jacket. You thought about layering up your flanneled pajama bottoms too, but you didn't want to risk it. Too much time and you'd just be met with your parents or siblings questioning you and your distressed state, saddening you further.

       "What happened?" Rosa came rushing into the den, her husband not too far behind. "Did (Y/N) leave already?"

       Mary was quick to put two-and-two together, her sympathetic expression towards their front door immediately phasing into a look of complete disdain while her head whipped around to glare at Freddy.

       "What did you do?" Was his older sister's accusing question, Freddy already pursing his lips together in shame. He didn't really want to answer, already in a state of self-loathing and debating on ignoring the questions thrown his way. Debating on going after you or giving you space. Although, he had given you quite a bit of space already, hadn't he...?

       He wasn't alloted any time to draw a conclusion, Billy already walking towards him with a blank stare. Freddy huffed, watching as his brother walked past without a single word. Just his eyes, that urged him to follow up the steps. With one last look towards the door, he did, and he immediately felt like he was being scolded by an 'I'm not angry, just dissapointed' Victor the second he plopped down on his bottom bunk bed.

       But, in all fairness...it was pretty hard to tell the difference between the two.

       "Okay, am I missing something, or are you purposefully being an idiot right now?! Have you like, absolutely lost your mind, dude?!"

       "I-"

       "First off, I can't even believe you would say...any of what you just said to her!"

       "You could hea-?"

       "-Like, I know you can be kind of a dick sometimes. I mean, hello, so can I. But to her, man?! Really?"

       Freddy didn't get to put a word in, Billy pacing back and forth as he went on in complete dismay and shock.

       "I could've swore the whole, 'I'm keeping distant to protect (Y/N) because I love her' thing was you, duh, loving her! But, seeing as you just pushed her away into oblivion, I don't think ya' do!"

       "Look, things just-"

       "-And second...!" Billy interjected again, leaving Freddy to sigh exasperatingly, almost theatrically. "I'm in...in awe at how you actually just let her walk away like that. Out of the house, maybe out of your life, forever!"

       "Dude-!"

       "Who let's the most amazing, pretty, ride-or-die chick just strut out of their life like that?! In tears, no less!"

       "Billy...!"

       "Freddy, that was probably one of the most stupidest things I've ever seen you do, ever! And I've only known you for, what, two...three weeks?! I-"

       "-Billy, you're not helping!!" Freddy nearly exploded, burying his face into his hands while his brother finally shut up. "I know, okay? I know I messed up, I know that I...ugh..."

       There was a long moment of silence, Billy waiting for Freddy to collect himself before the boy smoothed his hands up his face and through his disheveled curls. Disagreements had happened between you two, sure. Things always easy to just laugh off and forget about. But a full on fight?

       "I dunno what to do." He sighed, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep it from quivering. "I-I thought keeping her away from all of this would make it so that she wouldn't get hurt. I didn't consider that I...I didn't mean to push her away entirely. I was the one to hurt her and now we both feel like shit because of it."

       "Dude..." Billy let out a sigh of his own, almost that of a groan that caused Freddy to prepare for more lecturing. But instead, he was granted words proving a lot more helpful than anticipated.

       "Tell her everything you just told me."

       "...What?"

       Billy took a seat beside him on the bed, placing an encouraging palm on his brother's shoulder.

       "Find her," He specified. "Apologize...and tell her everything you just told me. That's what you should do."

       Freddy turned his head to look at Billy, the brunette pulling away a bit with his hands raised in surrender.

       "I mean, that's what I would do. I'm not as stupid as you, though, so I'd probably never be in this mess."

       "Augh, shut up...!" Freddy groaned, unable to hold back a determined smile as he shoved Billy away. He stood, looping his crutch back through his arm and making his way to your house with hurry.

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       He had never seen your house so dark before. The lights always on given the way your family would be scattered throughout the place, leaving switches flipped on in their wake. Never too quiet either, music or TV blasting, conversations happening over one another. Or even yourself, laughing or talking loudly at something you had seen.

       Then again, your front door was never left just hanging open either.

       Freddy had entered slowly, upon realizing he didn't have to knock, trying to somehow quiet the sounds of his crutch clicking against the ground. Though that was nearly impossible, it didn't worry him as much as the eerie feeling he had bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

       Your parent's car wasn't parked outside, which had led him to the conclusion they might've been gone on an errand or something before you had even arrived home. But if that were the case, where were you? Did he dare call out?

       He opened his mouth, but snapped it closed just as fast.

       'No, don't do that. That's like, horror movie rule number one.'

        His quick reminder interrupted his thoughts, but soon enough, he was back on track. Looking towards the direction of your room, he swiftly made his way to your door. Like your front door, it had been left open. Not wide open, but just enough to draw suspicion and worry to Freddy's head. Enough so to where he broke the number one horror movie rule.

       "(Y/N)...?"

       No response, nothing to see but a trashed room that sent panic shooting up through his chest. Your clothes littered the floor, and your belongings had been tossed about as though they had no meaning. Hell, the only light that came from your house was the one that had been left on in your room.

       With all of the apparent evidence and horrible thoughts only a very in love Freddy Freeman could have, he came to his rather morbid conclusion:

       "She's not here...!"

       "What? She just left not too long ago, why wouldn't-"

       "-She's gone, man! She's...she's...!"

       Billy couldn't exactly process Freddy's yelling, more or less the fact that you had been kidnapped. And before he could get any further clarification that he was sure, Freddy had already hung up. He had already rushed back outside of your house and recklessly let his crutch fall to the concrete. Thunder cracked and lighting shot down, a freak storm, for he had already spoken the name.

       "Shazam!"

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       You kept your pace hurried, as if you were on the run. Of course, you weren't. But the feeling of bustling past people and wind nipping at your face kept you busy and distracted. Just so that the tears you kept forcing back wouldn't threaten to spill.

       But jeez, was it hard. The more you thought about everything that had happened...the more you mourned the freshly lost friendship between Freddy and you...the more you continued to get lost within the city you, in hindsight, probably shouldn't have gone wandering too deep into...

       The harder it became not to place yourself right there at that park bench, take a shaky, deep breath in, and finally allow yourself to cry.

       As bittersweet as it felt, to finally release all of that tension at the expense of what could've been, you didn't get to for long before your head had went flying back up from your hands at the sounds of shouts from not too far away.

       "Holy shit...!! Oh my go-...! There you are, oh my god, (Y/N), you're okay!"

       "...What?" You squeaked out unsurely, nerves wracked at the sight through blurry tears. A man, caramel-colored curly hair hanging around his face while dressed head to toe in blue and gold. His white cape and large, yellow, lightning emblem further making him stick out to anyone around to see. Hell, if you didn't know any better, he was literally glowing.

       "(Y/N), I thought something horrible happened to you, you scared the shit out of me...! Y'know, I've only ever fought one supervillain, and that was kinda recently, so I don't think I would've known what to do if I had to fight another one by myself..."

       He began to speed walk closer to the bench you sat on, leaving you to quickly dry your tears and try to plan your next course of action. With very little amount of time to do so, you ended up scrambling away behind it as if the smallest of barriers would really protect you from whoever this crazy guy was.

       "I don't know what you're talking about...!" You admitted hesitantly. "How do you know my name?!"

        You couldn't bring yourself to ask who he was, because in truth, you kind of already knew the answer to that one. As he stalked closer, you were able to recognize his suit under the cloak of night. It resembled that of the new superhero that had been running around Philadelphia, and then, it clicked.

       "I've seen you before! My friend posts these videos of the guy dressed in red, like, all of the time. And I saw you on the news, with those other superheroes...you all dress the same."

       It was now his turn to give you a look of confusion, stopping in his tracks just before the bench while he tilted his head. He watched your gaze shift down to the ground, continuing to wipe away stray tears that further worried him.

       "I mean-...Not my friend, just...someone I know, I guess. I dunno anymore..."

       "You...you don't know?" He repeated, defeat laced in his own voice as if you really had been kidnapped. No. It was...it felt a lot worse than that. He had lost you because of a stupid fight and it was all his fault. Things can't exactly go back to normal after that, but he would try...

       He sat himself down on the bench and patted the seat beside him, you awkwardly following his instruction when you realized he was trustworthy. He was a superhero, after all. What else would he be besides that?

       "Do...you wanna talk about it? Maybe things could be worked out. Fixed."

       "No..." You grumbled, shaking your head at his words. You pressed your face back into your hands to hide the onslaught of more embarrassing tears.

       "Well, that's fine. We don't have to talk, we could just-"

        "-No, no I do wanna talk." You interjected, your voice muffled. "I just mean no as in there's no point. I'm the one that ended it with him. And for good reason. We...we just didn't work out."

       "Jeez, ya' make it sound like you broke up with him..." His joke eased the tension in the slightest, but you could only huff a little before giving a shrug.

       "Might as well have..."

       Freddy faltered a bit, unsure if you were about to say what he thought you were.

       "...It's stupid. It was stupid of me to think we might've had...I dunno...something more. We were just friends. And yet I went and developed this huge crush on him and messed it all up by being jealous and-and clingy. M'so stupid..."

       "What? Hey, no, no, you are not stupid. You are like, the smartest girl I-...er, he knows, and if he can't see that, then he's the stupid one, don't you think?"

       He softened when you looked back up at him, tears in your eyes and an unsure gaze to match as he went on recklessly.

       "He was the stupid one, not to have seen it sooner. God, I mean, it was so obvious, how could I-. . .Clingy, but it just meant you cared and worried and that's all anyone could ask for in a friend. I should've...Gah..."

       He groaned as he stood, his sudden movement making you rise up to watch him. Not to mention, you couldn't help but notice the odd act of him talking as though it was him you were referring to. It only worried you more. Maybe this guy was just some random in the evening. Or, even worse, a hallucination.

       "I shouldn't have ever pushed you away, that was dumb. I was just...I just wanted to protect you, so that no one would come looking for you, because as we both know, a superhero's loved ones are like, number one bad guy target."

       "How do you...? Wait...wait, I'm confused-..."

       He ignored your hesitant words without missing a beat, simultaneously throwing all caution into the wind.

       "And I never meant to make you jealous or-or hurt your feelings back there at the house. If anything, I was jealous because I thought you were getting close with Billy, and...I shouldn't have just treated you like you're only here to give me the answeres to my homework or whatever else you've helped me with. I'm sorry for treating you like shit, and I'm sorry I never told you everything you deserved to hear come from me."

       "How...how do you...?" You were at a loss for words, soaking in the heartfelt apology that had come from some...random superhero rather than-

       Wait...

      "...Freddy...?"

      The man looked up from his shameful stare at the ground, and it dawned on him that not only did you not completely know who he was and this was probabaly really weird for you, but you might have certainly figured it out by now...

       "Ah shit...I...I'm sorry, I have to go, I wasn't-...You weren't supposed to hear any of that. Er-...You were! Just not like this, I-...Oh, whatever, screw it..."

       He gave up trying to cover his mistake, simply taking a reasonable step back.

       "Just...don't freak out, 'kay?"

       "A little late for that, but okay..." You murmured, rushing off of the seat and back behind it again.

       "Shazam!"

       You jumped at the loud cracking of thunder and shielded your eyes from the flash of lightning that hit the ground. In an instant, you were met with the very boy you had basically ran away from, his knees planted in the grass with a pleading look that had you on the brink of tears all over again.

       "Freddy..." You repeated breathlessly, slowly making your way towards him as he stumbled through nervous words.

       "I know, I know, I...I'm an asshole, and I should've told you sooner and I...I never meant to-to hurt you, (Y/N). Really, I didn't. And I know I've been a real jerk lately, but it was just...I just wanted you safe..."

       "I know." You nodded swiftly, everything becoming clear as you gently stooped beside him. "But...Freddy, where's your crutch?"

       He couldn't help but solemnly laugh, his eyes looking deep into yours in a sense of amazement. He couldn't believe that even after all of this, after the way he made you feel, you still cared enough about the boy to worry about his leg. To allow him to lean his head against you and shrug a little while you hugged him close.

       "It's...in front of your house, I think. Outside."

       "So reckless..." You murmured against the top of his head, having missed his scent, his touch...

       "I know..." He nodded, releasing a shaky breath before looking back up at you.

       "(Y/N)-..."

       "-I forgive you. And I'm sorry I went off on you like that. Earlier, I mean. I wish we would've talked it out, or...I don't know."

       "It's fine. I lowkey deserved it." Freddy smiled. It slowly grew into a grin, one that you could recognize from a mile away. A shit-eating one, that immediately let you know the boy was up to something which left you to pull away with a smirk of your own.

       "What now?"

       "You actually have a crush on me?"

       "Ugh, shut up!" You pushed him away slightly at his tease, your cheeks heating up at the question anyways while he laughed frivolously.

         "Why don't we work on being best friends again before you start getting antsy, alright? And, not to mention, you need to start telling me these things more often! Like how you're an entire superhero, and that your siblings are, too! And-!"

        "-Yeah, yeah, I hear you..."

I feel like some people might find the ending a bit rushed, but I was actually kind of going for that slow-burn, best friends whether you're lovers or not, type of feel/vibe, y'know? But I hope you enjoyed it regardless!!

~ Star✨️

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Oh my gosh, this is so-...

Oh my gosh🥺😭🩵🌼💙🌼🩵🌼💙🌼🩵.

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

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

~ Star✨️

Hydrangeas

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

You tripped.

And down went Wonder Woman.

"(Y/N)...!"

And away went Freddy's trust.

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

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

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

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Flowers HDCNS

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

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

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

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

"Oh..."

'Oh shit.'

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

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

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

...You were failing so far.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden Armor'

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden Armor'

'Wonder Woman Funko Pop; Limited Edition Golden-'

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

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

"You like it?"

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

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

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

'Captain Everypower Jr.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ Star✨️

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

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

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

~ Star✨️

Take Your Pick

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

Timeline: Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

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

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

Requested By: 😼Moí😼

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm?"

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

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

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

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

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

"We pay for all of your food."

"We keep other assholes away from you."

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

You huffed, your eyebrows jumping with at their words.

"Oh, yeah. Right..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oww..."

"The hell...?"

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

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

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

"Oh shit..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is that?"

'Oh?'

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

"Where'd you get it?"

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

"Can I have it?"

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

Your brows furrowed. If that was the case-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you... serious right now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were the Breyers starting to rub off on you?

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

. . .Nah.

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

Which, you were. But-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll pay you."

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

Of...

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

"All I have."

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

"Boy, please..."

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

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

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

"I lied."

"Goodbye, Billy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Ping!'

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

'Breyer Idiots'

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

"I'm not giving it to you."

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

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

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

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

"(Y/N)-"

"-I sold it."

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

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

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

"Well...?!"

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

"Who'd you sell it to?!"

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

"Burke."

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

"Brett."

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

"No..."

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

"No, you didn't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You trust them more than me?!"

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

"H-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's annoying."

"You're annoying."

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

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

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

"Yeah, 'cause-"

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

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

"You told your brother about me?"

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

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

"You did not!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The Better Buisness Bureau."

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

No.

Really, coincidentally close to "Freddy."

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

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

You shrugged.

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

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

'Oh.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freddy shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

"Like those two butt-clowns."

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

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

"So, invisibility. Why?"

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

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

Let me get on that🫡.

I hope you guys enjoy this, though!

~ Star✨️.

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~ Star✨️

Unexceptable

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

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

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

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

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

Requested By: @bansheecries

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

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Can I work by myself?"

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

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

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

Screw that.

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

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

"Billy Batson. You two can work together!"

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

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

If he was part of...

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

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

What could go wrong?

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

"Hey..."

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

God, had he always been that tall?

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

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

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

"Huh...?"

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

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

Intriguing.

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

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

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

The bell rang. Last period...

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

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

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

Deep breaths. In, and out...

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, there it is. That was his name.

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

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

Oh, okay.

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

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

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

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

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

"Right..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure thing."

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

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

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

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

"Billy, who's your friend?"

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But just research is fine, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never??"

"...Should I have?"

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

"IT?"

"It, what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Back To The Future."

"Nah."

"Gremlins."

"Mm-mm."

"Honey, I Shrunk The Kids."

"Sounds lame."

"Ignoring that. E.T."

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

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

"Wait, was it on Netflix?"

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's it!"

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

"Goonies."

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

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

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

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

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

"Unexceptable."

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

"What about the project?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something like...

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You... What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Right after 'Super 8'."

"Damn."

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

"OH MY GOD?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm gonna kill my-"

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

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

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

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

~ Star✨️🏳️‍🌈