#billy’s pov

[billsloomis1996]

AND I SHOULD TELL YOU

THAT I’LL MISS YOU

BUT I SIMPLY JUST DON’T CARE!

this is not a ship post!

[goodtimeswithscared]

yesterday i spent twelve hours watching the limited life bdubs’ pov, here’s my favorite moments :3

[knottedhearts]

Lunch: B.E

Summary: You're at Billie's MV for "lunch"

The set was buzzing with energy as Billie’s crew moved around, setting up the final touches for her “lunch” music video. You sat off to the side, casually leaning against one of the chairs, taking it all in. It felt surreal to be here, watching Billie in her element. She was always so confident, so captivating when she was performing, but seeing her here, behind the scenes, made it feel like you were witnessing something special—something just for you.

The lights dimmed slightly, and everyone gathered into place. Billie shot you a playful smile as she adjusted her mic, then turned to the camera with a determined look in her eyes. You shifted in your seat, excitement bubbling in your chest. She’d been talking about this music video for a while, but you hadn’t heard the song yet, so you were eager to see what she had in store.

The music started, the beat smooth but edgy, pulsing through the air and vibrating the ground beneath your feet. Billie began to move, her body swaying effortlessly to the rhythm. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her—her confidence was magnetic, and the way she moved, with such ease, made your heart race. Her eyes locked with yours for a moment as she sang along, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

As the beat dropped, she started to jump around, her energy infectious. The camera followed her every move, but you were more focused on her—watching her expression shift, the way she owned every step. She was on fire, and it was impossible not to feel the heat radiating from her.

Then, she hit a line in the song you hadn’t been expecting. Her voice was smooth but biting, and it cut through the atmosphere like a knife. “I could eat that girl for lunch…”

You froze. The words were bold, playful, and completely unexpected. Your mind went blank for a second, processing the line, before your face turned bright red. Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as your gaze fell to the floor, hoping she hadn’t caught your reaction.

But of course, Billie noticed. She always did.

She caught your eye again, her lips curling into a slow, teasing smile. Her gaze darkened just a little as she continued to perform, and with a subtle move, she bit her bottom lip—soft but with just enough intensity to make you feel it. You could tell she was playing with you now.

Billie then plucked a cherry from the bowl on the table, bringing it to her lips as she took a slow, deliberate bite. Her eyes never left yours as she chewed, her gaze practically smoldering as if she knew exactly what effect she was having on you.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to maintain some composure, but the combination of her playful smile, the bite of the cherry, and the provocative line in the song was making your pulse race. You were fully aware that Billie was aware of your reaction, and it was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, you couldn't look away.

She winked at you mid-performance, the playful tension thickening in the air. The crew around you were focused on the shoot, but Billie had a way of making everything feel like it was just between the two of you, even in the middle of the chaos.

The song went on, but your attention was completely fixed on her—on the way she sang with such intensity, the way her lips moved to the words, and the way her presence consumed the room. With each verse, she added a little more playfulness, a little more heat. And as much as you tried to focus on the music, you couldn’t help but feel the electric pull between you.

Billie wasn’t done teasing you just yet. You could feel it, the way she was savoring the moment, enjoying the fact that she had this effect on you. It wasn’t just the lyrics or the video—it was her. And she knew it.

[plants-are-fun]

pictures you take of billie while dating her (pt 2!)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 52

So I’ve seen several catboy Danny prompts, but hear me out: All of Amity becoming so ecto-contaminated that everyone becomes something akin to a mythological creature. And Danny? He becomes a Nekomata- a two-tailed cat that was said to be able to shapeshift into humans for mischief, including straight up haunting people and stealing corpses. Vlad ends up a kitsune- which is already associated with taking on human forms to seduce people and with things such as foxfire and possession. Tucker ends up a sphinx sort of creature- “It’s not fair you guys can just float around while I have to figure out how to use these stupid wings when I could be coding!”- and Sam ends up a dryad of some sort, they aren’t entirely sure what but that’s what they joke it is so…

The people sent to investigate this city are more than slightly freaking out.

[yupaendo]

[rqdio]

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ billie & her african american gf 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

— 𝜗𝜚 . * • ☀️ probably my favorite spread/mood board done so far (inspired by. @zyafics )

[billygoat26]

Y’all I got the wonderful idea to draw Mr Puzzles as Jigsaw soooo… here.

“I want to play a game”

[sapphic-bats]

How fucking bold can you be?

I mean, that was the question of the night, wasn’t it? Billy and Stu, pulling off a massacre. Billy and Stu, cornering Ms. Final Girl, Ms. Surviving Non-Virgin. The only one who makes it out of a horror movie, but wouldn’t this time. Billy and Stu, spitting free their motives — rather, motive — to the last living bastards in the house.

And yet, Billy was standing here, blanking at how bold Stu could possibly be. Besides all of the slaughtering that just occurred.

Sure, one moment he’s speaking to Sidney, the moment he’s been fuckin’ yearning to glean. The day he’s rued with wide eyes and set teeth forming an ugly-pretty smile.

And then, Stu comes up behind him.

It’s normal, actually. Nothin’ special. I mean, if you wanna get technical, they knew each other very well, on many levels. Among these levels included carnal, which- honestly, it didn’t take a genius to decipher. But hey, people weren’t usually on the hungry lookout for queers to disdainfully sniff at and pass by, were they?

So what, as Stu sidles up to him, the heat radiating off of him and right onto Billy? What’s the big bleeding fuss, as they’re ratting themselves out to a proclaimed dead-woman? Not that she sees, or cares.

But then, Stu presses forward, and oh, god.

It’s not something dirty, no, not exactly. It’s not outright lewd. But it is. It so is.

Because Stu’s leaning his whole self into Billy, front to back, cupping him in this upright-spoon. He’s pressing close, fitting to Billy like a lanky glove, and his body heat’s now flaring straight from within Stu, and soaking right into Billy.

It’s sick, and twisted, and downright fucking hot.

He notices it in the back of his mind, but it’s too damn right to be a coherent thought. Billy grins.

“Tell that to Cotton Weary.”

Stu’s got his chin rest on the back of Billy’s shoulder, on the mothering muscle of his scapula, so Billy can feel when his expression changes, roughly when Billy’s does. Now they’re both grinning like the madmen they are.

Large, soft hands slip up overtop his white shirt; grazing Billy’s waist, then stomach, then sweeping surely over his ribs, his pectorals. It feels fuckin’ great.

“You wouldn’t believe how easy he was to frame.”

Stu laughs, and it’s a rumble that buzzes against Billy’s back, like they’re some married couple stood standing straight up out of their domestic morning scene in bed.

Sidney hasn’t noticed any of this public shit, the acts of lustiness, of mutual pride in one another and themselves, respectively. Can’t believe he ever had to fake like he liked her. Thank the fading stars it’s over, it felt like forever that he had to keep up the act.

Stu caresses Billy, hands rubbing circles into his chest.

“Watch a few movies, take a few notes,” he tilts his chin down, nose gently ghosting against the base of Billy’s neck. He laughs again. “It was fun.”

As Sidney begins to lament the foolishness that she and her fallen friends had followed, Stu leans forwards — not much, because he doesn’t really have to lean far — and presses his lips into Billy’s skin.

He kisses Billy’s neck, and the boy almost falters. He almost turns his head to give Stu a better angle, so he can maneuver his mouth against the other’s. He doesn’t, but it takes a village to swallow back his urge.

He wasn’t quite sure what genre of a movie this made his life, but it was a movie he would fuckin’ watch.

[billybatsonbrainrot]

Very interested in 4. from the WIP game!

Goodbye Marvel: Based on issue#4 of the current Shazam run but with a few changes.

Billy is homeless but still part of the Justice League. His reason for being on the moon is still the same. The gods have been fighting for control over Captain Marvel and putting Billy in danger against his will. And then Zeus was about to give Billy's first kiss to a grown alien woman and Billy freaks out. He transforms back, which leads him to getting blasted into space.

The whole experience was surreal to Billy. He never really felt like he was actual danger whenever he was Captain Marvel. This was different than all the other times he's fought in a battle. He's transformed in the middle of a fight plenty of times but he's always able to turn back into Cap without worry and in the nick of time. But at least back then it was his choice on what fight to pick. He was brought here and put in this situation against his will all because the gods wanted people to worship them again and decided that using him as their puppet was the way to do it. He's never felt more betrayed.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't feel safe as Captain Marvel anymore because he can't transform now even to save his own life. He can't breathe. He was blasted into space without a helmet on and he's slowly losing air. Anything that came out of his mouth were just gasps for air as he slowly drifted away. He didn't even get the chance to tell anyone in the Justice League where he was, so he knew no one was coming to save him. It was only thanks to Zeus, who threw a lightning bolt his way because he felt a tad guilty for almost inadvertently killing their champion.

After Billy deals with mess, because of course he had to clean after the gods after nearly dying, he flies back to earth and transforms back into Billy before the gods even have the chance to do or say anything. He then runs into any abandoned building he could find for privacy, and he just breaks down.

He thinks of the events that just happened in space. How he almost died, but mostly of how alone he felt. He was going to die surrounded by nothingness instead of people by his side. And he probably won't even be the one everyone remembers, that would be Captain Marvel, the one people would search for if he ever went missing. Billy Batson would just be forgotten, known by no one. Those were his only thoughts when he nearly lost consciousness.

Billy continues to cry with no one to comfort him until he is eventually found by someone and the police come, and Billy lets himself be taken away. He's too tired to do anything. He doesn't care if he's going back into a foster home, he'll figure that out in the morning. He just wants an actual bed to sleep in and eat real food. After the day he had, it was the least he could do.

He'll just have to suck it up and be okay with whatever family they put him with until he has to run away again. Except, the Vasquez's aren't like any family he's ever been with. They give him the space he needs when they see his tear-stricken eyes, and they're understanding about it too, not asking too many questions.

Billy meets the siblings in the morning and already feels himself getting attached. They're bonded pretty well over breakfast, best food he's had in a while. Mary is nice, Freddy is funny, Pedro is shy, Eugene knows a lot about video games, and Darla is adorable. They're all understanding too, they don't make Billy feel like an outsider despite being a newcomer.

Billy doesn't run away, he stays.

Billy is confronted by something he never knew he wanted. He wants to be a regular kid, be part of a family, go to school, maybe even college. For the first time in his life, he's actually thinking about his future, not how he's going to survive the following week but years ahead. Maybe it was because the foster care system actually did something right and put him in a loving family. He didn't think it was possible for him to even think this way, to hold out hope for a future.

Billy's only problem now was Captain Marvel, the one thing that bought joy to his life now brings misery. There was a good chance that being Captain Marvel would bring chaos to not just him but his new family. And an even greater chance that he'll die in battle one day if the gods decided to act stupid again. He knows he has responsibilities, but he was too young to know what he was getting himself into.

Billy makes a rash decision; he's going to quit being Captain Marvel.

[downtowncannibal]

agnes i er uh it's me billy

don't you er uh tell them what we did Agnes

[knottedhearts]

Baking with Billie: B.E

The kitchen was a delightful mess. Flour dusted the countertops, and the sweet aroma of vanilla filled the air as you and Billie worked side by side, both laughing at the organized chaos you’d created. She had flour on her cheek, just a tiny smudge, and you couldn’t resist a soft chuckle as you watched her squint at the recipe.

“Are you sure this says a cup of sugar? I feel like we’ve already put in half the bag,” Billie questioned, looking at you with mock suspicion.

You grinned, shaking your head. “You know, that’s the beauty of baking—it’s part art, part science. I say we go with our instincts.”

“Instincts, huh?” she replied, narrowing her eyes. “Alright, chef, I’ll trust you… but if we end up with rock-hard cookies, I’m blaming you.”

She shot you a teasing look, but before you could respond, she dipped her fingers into the bowl of flour and flicked some at you. A small puff of white dust landed on your shirt and cheek, catching you completely off guard.

“Oh, it’s like that?” you laughed, grabbing a pinch of flour yourself and dusting her shoulder in return. She gasped, putting on an exaggerated look of shock, and soon the two of you were in a full-on flour fight, both laughing uncontrollably.

Finally, after you both called a truce, Billie leaned back against the counter, cheeks flushed from laughter, eyes bright. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?”

“Me?” you said, pretending to be offended. “You started it!”

She rolled her eyes playfully and handed you a spoon, already loaded with the cookie dough. “Fine, truce. Here, taste test it and tell me it was worth it.”

You took a bite, savoring the sweetness, and nodded. “Perfect. Just like you planned it,” you teased.

Billie smiled, a hint of a blush rising in her cheeks. “Yeah, well… maybe I had a little help.”

You and Billie burst into laughter.

The laughter faded entirely, and for a moment, it was just you and Billie standing there, the kitchen mess forgotten. You looked at her, and her eyes held a softness, a silent invitation that made your heart race. Slowly, you leaned down, brushing your lips against hers, testing the waters. Her lips were soft, warm, and she responded with a gentle pressure that sent a spark through you.

Billie’s hand slid up around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. Your arms wrapped around her waist instinctively, drawing her in until there was no space left between you. The kiss deepened, slow but with an intensity that made your heart pound faster with every second. Her breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the way she melted into you, as if she’d been waiting for this as much as you had.

Her hands moved from your neck to your shoulders, fingers tracing gentle lines that left a trail of warmth. You pressed her closer, savoring the taste of her, the way her lips fit perfectly with yours, the way her fingers felt tangled in your hair. Every movement was unhurried, yet full of a quiet urgency, like you were both trying to make up for every second you’d waited for this moment.

Your lips parted, just slightly, and she followed, deepening the kiss even more. Time felt suspended; all you could feel was her, all you could hear was the sound of her breathing mixing with yours. Her hands slipped down to your chest, resting there as if to feel the beat of your heart, grounding you both in this intimate moment that felt as fragile as it was powerful.

Eventually, the two of you broke apart, just enough to look at each other, faces close, breaths mingling. She smiled softly, her eyes still holding that spark, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling closer to her than ever. The mess around you was forgotten, and in that quiet, shared gaze, it felt like there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

[plants-are-fun]

pictures you take of billie while dating her

[emilyskinners]

you're just a stranger

i know everything about

'cause i was half myself without you, now i feel so complete

and i can't even remember what made me lose all that sleep

i cried a million rivers for you, but that's over now

you're just a stranger i know everything about

[billie-reportingbadnews2you]

POV: you and Billie are fighting over what song of hers to listen too

y/n: PLEASE JUST PUT LUNCH ON ONE MORE TIME

Billie: BABY ITS BEEN ON REPEAT FOR 3 HOURS!

y/n: lets settle this! in the ring!

Billie: IN BED!

Y/n: IN THE RING!

Billie: IN BED!

y/n: *sighs* Fine

[ruidiancoffee]

the gender envy i get from billy maximoff is criminal