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crazyoffher · 9 months

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IMBECILE.

summary: billie's lack of attention toward you causes you to meet with a guy who tries to seduce you. then, does she finally give you attention.

warnings: smut (18+) — oral (r receiving), strap-on, dirty talk, jealousy, men, dom!b and sub!r, roughness, slight begging, slight angst, my writing.

word amount: 2900+

a/n: two posts in one day lesss gooooooo

“Baby, I think we should go.” You nudged Billie, who sat beside you and was too engrossed in her conversation with Claudia and Marinelli to have noticed your tired expression earlier. She turned to hear the sound of your voice, and you noticed how her eyes drooped slightly as well.

The party was a celebration event for one of Billie’s mutual friends from around four years prior, and you originally didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because of the dating rumors between Billie and this friend of hers at the time, but you blamed it on the lack of sleep due to your harsh job. Billie had begged you to accompany her, though, promising to leave around 11 p.m., but it was 1 a.m. and she was still sitting around the couch with her hand on your thigh.

“Ten minutes, please.” She begged you, ignoring your need for sleep as you had to go to work around seven hours later. You were ready to respond when Marinelli tapped on her shoulder, presumably to get her attention again, and she didn’t wait for an answer before indulging herself in the conversation she was previously in.

You sighed, your eyes drooping a little bit, and you knew that the earliest you’d be leaving was thirty minutes, not ten. Seeing a hand wave at you through your peripherals, you tilted your head to see Finneas waving you over from the barside, a drink set off to the side for you.

You moved Billie’s hand from your thigh, the girl seemingly not noticing, and you made your way over to Finneas, eyeing him tilt the drink toward the edge of the bar. You gave him a smile. “Love ‘ya, Finn.”

“Anything for my future sister-in-law.” You pushed his shoulder, taking the cup that was filled with ginger ale and wasting half the cup in one gulp. Bartenders and their ridiculous amounts of ice. “You tired?’

“A little bit,” you hovered your index finger over your thumb, giving him a visual to which he laughed at, “but Billie wants to talk to Marinelli and Claudia more, so I’m trying my hardest to not pass out.”

“I can give you a ride home if you want. Billie’s clearly not taking your own needs into mind.” Finneas offered. You waved him off, telling him it was fine and that you would just… sleep at your desk at work, finishing off the ginger ale and asking the bartender for a glass of water.

You and Finneas talked for a little, maybe five minutes, before he was hit in the head with a pingpong ball on purpose, a couple of his friends trying to catch his attention to get him to play. He turned to you, teeth flashing in a smile to try and get your permission to go, to which you just pushed him off the stool and he left you alone.

You loved Billie’s smile—a happy glint in her eye as she laughed at something Claudia said—but your admiration was disrupted when someone tapped you on the shoulder. Turning, you saw a man, 5’10 in height and dressed in all brown, giving you a smile and a tooth gem sitting on one of his front teeth. “Hey, pretty girl.”

He sat by you to your dismay, deciding not to retaliate at his comment. You were never good at dealing with guys (or girls) flirting with you; Billie usually handled it for you with an arm around the waist or a kiss to the cheek. “You’re dating Billie, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Well,” he turned his head, eyeing Billie and seeing her engrossed in a conversation, “she’s not looking, and I think you’re pretty fine. What do you say to me and you in the upstairs bathroom? It’s pretty big and soundproofed, if you know what I mean.” He sent you a wink, and the urges to throw up on him and throw your cup at him met together in your mind.

“I think I’m good.” You scooted away from him slightly, but he only moved his bar stool closer toward you. The bartender delivered your water, but you didn’t want to drink it anymore. “You sure, girl? I mean,” he said, planting his hand on your thigh, in the same position Billie had her hand on, “I can give you the pleasure; I’m almost positive Billie doesn’t give you any-”

“Says who?” You flinched at the familiar voice, whipping your head behind you to see Billie sending the man a death glare. “You don’t know shit, Markus. Come on.” She grabbed hold of your upper arm in a fierce grip, pulling you out of the bar stool and out of the house entirely. Her decency was still there in her mind to open the passenger door for you, but not enough decency as she slammed it shut in rage.

“Billie-”

“No.” She said it simply, her voice awfully calm, and you wouldn’t have thought she was so mad if she didn’t have smoke fuming out of her ears. The drive home was silent. You had decided not to try to talk to her because it would only break out into a major argument.

“Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off? Go and fucking chop his hand off of your thigh?” Her voice rang in your ears as you made it home, walking up the steps to the front door, when you heard the venom that swam through her tone.

“Don’t you go and start blaming me for this.” You fought off her words, or at least tried to. “None of this would’ve happened if you just kept your promise, and we would’ve left two hours ago! But no, it’s fucking one a.m. and you decided to not care about my needs—shit, Billie, I have to leave for work in five hours!”

“Get inside.” She demanded, ultimately shoving you inside the house when you decided not to do what she said. She turned on the light that was beside the front door, illuminating the front of the house and parts of the living room as well. “Don’t you touch me like-”

“Take off your clothes.” The finger you pointed in her direction dropped, and your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Take off your clothes. I’m not gonna ask again.” Billie was already undressing, hanging her coat on the rack beside the door, and unbuttoning the dress shirt that you had requested she wear. Her hands traveled to her belt, unbuckling the leather fabric, and it was then that you snapped out of your trance.

“No,” you hardly ever said no to her, and you said it for good reason. You were definitely into rough sex with Billie—more into it than anything else—but you knew that the more mature route was to talk out her rage, not fuck it out.

You knew you were right. Still, you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your mouth when Billie got you up against the wall. Her hand dug into your pants and underwear, her thumb slowly circling your clit with pressure that’d have you on the edge if she were to rub faster.

“No? Say that one more time for me, baby, and I’ll stop.” The hand that wasn’t cupped around your heat was unbuttoning your jeans button, giving her hand more mobility and allowing her fingers to dip down to your entrance. The tips of her fingers brushed against your hole, and you grinded against her hand in an attempt to get her to properly finger you.

“I’m not hearing you, love.”

“Don’t, d-don’t stop,” You stuttered out, your hands meeting her waist while you grinded into her hand. A smirk slithered it’s way onto her face, her index finger circling around your hole, making you whine out. She grabbed your hand from her waist and planted it against her crotch, your senses alerting you that she had a strap-on.

“You’ve had that on all night?” You met Billie’s gaze, immediately shrinking at how dark her look was. A smirk still sat on her face, and she licked her lips when you started to rub the silicone against your palm.

“I planned on fucking you to sleep, but oh god, this is so much better. Isn’t it?” Her lips met yours, her hand leaving yours that was keen on rubbing her bulge and gripping the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her as her movements on your clit fastened. You were a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Billie’s tongue shoved into your mouth as she redirected the two of you to the couch, not once breaking contact.

You broke contact when Billie pushed you onto the couch. Her touch was more gentle compared to before, but you knew she still had steam to blow off. She settled in between your legs, her tongue licking at your hip while her hands moved to take off your jeans, her tongue moving down your right leg the further she took the fabric off of you.

The sight of you biting your lip, trying not to beg her while looking at her with doe eyes and your mouth agape, was something she would never tire of seeing. “You never fail to look so pretty—all mine and never anyone else’s.” Her voice contorted into a slight growl at the end, seemingly remembering why you were now submissive to her on the couch.

Despite the heat of the situation you found yourself in, a light blush tinted your cheeks at her praises, finding them sweet even if she was about to fuck your brains out.

“Now,” she crawled up slightly, her head inches away from your core and her hands gripping your hips where the hems of your underwear were, “I’ll show you the pleasure that fuckhead thinks I can’t give you, yeah?” You nodded vigorously, the two sharp, fang-like teeth that were biting down into your lip starting to draw blood as you waited for her.

Billie sat up, her ass resting on the balls of her feet as she took your underwear off, mouth salivating at the sight of your glistening core even in the slight darkness. Usually, she’d tease you and make you beg for her to put her tongue on your clit, but tonight she was too impatient and dove straight in.

Your hand flew to her hair, grabbing a bunch of it as you let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of Billie licking up and down your folds, the pressure of her tongue hardening as she’d flick over your clit. “Fuck!”

She removed her tongue from your clit, and you let out a distressed whine before letting out a shocked moan at the feeling of her thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. Her tongue moved to your hole, licking around the area, making you buck your hips up against her face. You knew she was using her saliva as lubrication for the silicone, but it didn’t make the feeling any less pleasurable.

“Mmph, oh…” She ran her tongue over your entrance one more time before spitting on the area, and you’d hate to admit how hot the sight of that was. Your hips bucked up once more as she removed both her tongue and fingers from you, but you didn’t whine because you knew what was coming.

Billie pushed herself up on her elbows, leaning forward to capture you in a harsh kiss, and you could feel her hand travel to the silicone cock she had, not even aware she had taken her pants off. “Be a good girl for me and take all of it, okay?” She asked when her lips left yours, and you nodded with wider eyes than before while your teeth found your bottom lip again.

She crowded her face into your neck, bruisingly sucking on an area to make a hickey while she lined herself up against you. She bit your neck when she thrust her hips forward, filling you with half of the silicone, and you let out a pornographic (though true) moan at the feeling of the girthy, long cock stuffing into you.

“Shit, shit! Faster, please go faster.” You begged her; any self respect you had for yourself was thrown out the window when Billie thrust herself completely into you. Her attack on your neck continued while pumping in and out of you, starting out slow for your own sake but getting the memo to move faster when you hungrily humped against her cock, a desperate search for pleasure ensuing.

She bit, nipped, licked, and sucked around the area on your neck before letting go with a pop, her eyes narrowing at the sight of a large, purple hickey right above your pulse point. She met your lips once more, and you barely kissed back from the daze you found yourself in, Billie’s hips now rocking back and forth impossibly fast.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you all wet and tight around me. My girl.” Billie purred, now sitting up on her knees, allowing her to capture your entire body in her line of sight. Your breasts jumped heavenly against the thin fabric of your shirt, and your head was thrown back, mouth open, because how else could you be letting out the moans that filled Billie’s ears better than any piece of music ever could?

“Shit!” You flung your head forward, strands of hair sticking to your face from sweat, and watched as Billie’s silicone moved in and out of you with ease. That feeling you knew all too well, one where a coil in your stomach was burning, had returned. With every thrust, you felt it was going to snap, and soon.

“God, how I’d love to add this sight of you,” Billie bent over slightly, her hand grazing your cheek and tilting your head to look up at her, “to my collection. How I’d love nothing more than to masturbate to a video of you writhing underneath me when I’m fucking you just like this.”

Billie videotaping the two of you being intimate wasn’t an uncommon experience, but she didn’t do it all the time. You allowed her to do it when she first asked you, and the sight of you in that moment, breasts on display and bouncing while your hair was messed up and covering your forehead, was a sight that Billie wanted to savor. And savor, she did that time, and another time, and another.

She originally brought the idea up because she missed you more than anything while on tour, meaning she missed your body and how you looked underneath her as well. So, when it was close to midnight and her brother and mother were out, she’d pull up the collection she made of you in her photos, and she’d happily finger herself at a video of you sucking off her silicone or getting rammed by it.

She stuck her thumb into your mouth, which you happily sucked on, biting down on it when you felt Billie hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. She groaned at the feeling of your teeth clenching around her finger because she was fucking you too well, and she could tell you were close to releasing when you started twitching.

“I know you’re close, baby, am I right?” Billie grabbed your left leg, pushing it up and over her ankle, allowing her to fuck you deeper and harder. You gasped around her finger, eagerly nodding at her words. You moved your right hand to brush the hair out of your face, holding yourself up slightly to watch as Billie slammed the silicone cock in and out of you with ease.

“Billie—fuck! I’m gonna cum; can I cum?” Desperation was more than evident in your voice, and you had been teased and forced to beg one too many times to the point where it was instinctive to ask for permission. Billie only grinned, resting the side of her face against your leg that was on her shoulder while she fucked into you, her eyes darkening as you held eye contact with her. “Billie, please!”

You felt the vibrations of her laugh travel throughout your leg, and you found yourself struggling to hold off the release you desperately wanted. With a bite of her lip, her eyes explored throughout your body, starting from her hips driving into yours up to your face, impatience clear in your narrowed eyes.

“You’ve been good. Cum for me, baby.” That was the only agreement you needed to loosen up, your orgasm hitting you hard from the delay, having you shaking and twitching under Billie. She pumped slowly in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm, her mouth salivating at the white substance that coated her silicone. She ran her index finger through your wet pussy before taking the collected cum and putting it into her mouth, sucking off your sweet juices considering pineapple was your favorite fruit.

With her adrenaline running out, Billie fell on top of you, her hands holding your waist while yours dug back into her hair, this time softly scratching her scalp. The silicone cock was still inside of you, and every slight movie Billie made had you twitching slightly, though you weren’t horny anymore.

With a yawn, you rested your head back on the couch, letting out content breaths. “You think I should call out of work today?”

“If I can keep you like this,” Billie’s arms fully wrapped themselves around your waist, her face burying into the cloth of your shirt, “then definitely.”

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luckydiorxoxo · 3 months

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Billie Eilish & Finneas perform "What was I made for?" At the 66th Grammy Awards

#billie eilish #live performance #sound on #finneas #Barbie #Grammys

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paulaliajessica · 1 month

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2022 // 2024

#billie eilish #finneas #barbie #oscars #oscars 2024

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mitski-leaked · 8 months

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good morning aziracrow

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Leaf

Finneas: Why is Billie crying?

Y/N: She saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Billie: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Finneas: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Billie: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Finneas: NO, NOT THAT!

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x female reader #billie eilish x male!reader #billie eilish x male reader #incorrect quotes #platonic!reader #platonic reader #finneas #finneas o'connell #finneas o'connell x reader

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dweemeister · 1 month

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Instant reactions to the 96th Academy Awards

A rough night for me. But there have been rougher ones before. I imagine most of my comments put me in a very lonely minority, as has been apparent the last few months.

But here goes:

For all intents and purposes, yours truly was on the Killers of the Flower Moon train. An extraordinary crime epic from Scorsese, with astounding craftsmanship and fantastic performance from Lily Gladstone. More than what I previously believed possible, a major studio production went out of its way to make sure that its Indigenous American representation on-screen was as genuine as it could possibly be (still imperfect, as the film acknowledges, but what an effort). And yet, KOTFM goes 0/10. I've never had a favored Best Picture nominee be shut out in such a way before. And I'm not surprised at all by it. It was clear that non-American and non-Canadian audiences didn't get the context to the film (a criticism I understand, given the screenplay) and, in other quarters, folks thought it was too long (I admittedly have a higher tolerance for longer movies) and others have said something akin to the fact that they are getting tired over "racial guilt" movies from America. I'm not in the mood to respond to the last one. I think it deserved better tonight. I particularly think Lily Gladstone deserved better tonight.

Stat upheld: two non-white actresses have never won on the same night in Oscar history. History, in and of itself, was always against Gladstone.

Oppenheimer winning? Fine, I guess. It was my #4 choice of the ten Best Picture nominees. I guess Christopher Nolan was overdue, but I have always been a Nolan skeptic. The film certainly is his most humanistic, and I appreciate that. As for the narrative organization and editing trickery? It mostly serves to take me out of the movie. And I don't think Nolan truly understands what thematic film music can accomplish for his movies. I think RDJ should have had much more competition all season long, but he did not. Most people are gonna say this is the return of the Academy's favorite subgenre... the Great Man Biopic. But in composition and structure, Oppenheimer (and even Maestro) resembles very little of the past Great Man Biopics. It'll be interesting to see how history treats this movie.

I disliked Poor Things. I didn't care for its sense of humor, didn't agree with many folks' opinions that it was a magnum opus of female empowerment. I thought it was incredibly male gaze-y and troublingly sanitized its scenes of sex work. Jerskin Fendrix's score was unlistenable outside the context of the film and distracting within it. But it has four Academy Awards and people love this movie, so my opinion can go to heck?

Well done Da'Vine Joy Randolph for her win as Supporting Actress for The Holdovers. I truly hope this opens up a lot more new opportunities for her going for! Wonderful speech.

And speaking of wonderful speeches, both documentary winners got me very emotional. The Last Repair Shop is on YouTube for American and Canadian viewers, and it's simply wonderful. Perhaps the happiest I was all night long! And then came Mstyslav Chernov's speech after winning for 20 Days in Mariupol. Chernov had, arguably, the speech of the night. And I agree with him. I, too, wish he never had to make his film and that he never won this Oscar. But he did his job to document what happened in Mariupol. And for that he (and the Ukrainians suffering and dying in their war versus Russia) deserves our plaudits and support.

Once more, Hayao Miyazaki cannot be bothered to show up to an awards ceremony. It's hilarious! I would have voted Robot Dreams, but The Boy and the Heron is not a winner to sniff at. Spider-Verse will have one more shot.... whenever the third movie comes out?

Good lord, they selected the worst possible winner in Animated Short with War Is Over!. There's an unwritten rule that the Academy, among the fifteen nominated shorts, must select one which will piss me the hell off. And for the second straight year in Animated Short, they have done exactly that, choosing something akin to a soft drink commercial.

Billie Eilish and Finneas are now the youngest and second-youngest ever to win two Oscars, after Luise Rainer (Best Actress for 1936's The Great Ziegfeld and 1937's The Good Earth). That feels very, very weird. In both cases of this record.

The "I'm Just Ken" performance? Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (Like Ken)??? Busby Berkeley choreography? What do the kids say? Inject that straight into my veins? It was wonderful.

And speaking of nods to cinema history, I'm so glad they led off the stunt performers tribute with Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd. :,)

And congratulations to Godzilla Minus One and its Best Visual Effects win! After seventy years, Godzilla is now an Oscar-winning franchise, and its win percentage is 100%! Simply wonderful!

I think the moral of the story is that the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS) has been gradually internationalizing over the last decade. And the results of that were very clear tonight. Does that mean I'm too provincial in my tastes? I don't know. But wins such as Emma Stone's, Anatomy of a Fall, The Boy and the Heron, and Godzilla are demonstrative of that.

I'm glad this season is over. I certainly hope that Killers of the Flower Moon will be looked upon more kindly by history and time, without the bells and whistles of awards campaigning and a fuller understanding of why it was made the way it was.

This month has been fun! But now it's time to see movies again without the lens of awards for a long, long while.

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forsapphics · 1 month

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Billie Eilish performing "What Was I Made For?" with Finneas at the 96th Annual Academy Awards at Dolby Theatre in Hollywood, California (10/03/2024)

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xtra7s · 2 months

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Hey! Would you be okay with writing about one of billies friends recently had a baby and she sees how amazing we are with kids! It brings up the topic of us wanting to have kids together in the future-thank you beautiful! 🫶🏻

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Billie Eilish x gn!reader

Synopsis: Billie and Y/N pay Finneas and Claudias new family a visit

Content: fluff. pure fluff.

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: i hope you like it! sorry if its bad, Ive had terrible writers block and havent been writing lately.

The sun dipped below the horizon as Billie and Y/N pulled up to Finneas and Claudia's cozy house. Billie was excited to spend time with her brother and his new family, especially now that Claudia had given birth to a beautiful baby girl just a few weeks ago.

The door swung open, revealing Finneas with a warm smile. "Hey, you two! Come on in," he greeted them.

As they entered, the sound of a gentle lullaby filled the air. Claudia was in the living room, cradling their newborn daughter, Lily. Billie's eyes lit up at the sight of the tiny bundle in Claudia's arms.

"Aw, look at her! She's so tiny and cute," Billie cooed.

Claudia grinned, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping Lily. "She takes after her mom, don't you think?" she teased.

Billie chuckled and leaned down to get a closer look at the baby. "Hi there, Lily," she whispered. "I'm your aunt Billie. You're gonna have so much fun with us."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene unfolding before them. Billie, known for her bold stage presence, seemed to transform into a soft, caring presence around the baby.

"Can I hold her?" Billie asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course!" Claudia carefully handed Lily over to Billie, who cradled the baby in her arms with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

Y/N watched as Billie's face lit up with joy. The singer gently rocked Lily, singing a soft melody under her breath. The baby stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Billie's.

"Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me?" Billie whispered, earning a heartwarming coo from Lily.

Finneas couldn't help but snap a quick picture of the precious moment. "Looks like Lily has a new favorite aunt," he teased.

Billie shot him a playful glare, but her attention was quickly back on the baby. Y/N couldn't resist capturing the wholesome scene in their hearts, knowing that this would be a day they'd fondly remember.

As Y/N engaged in a heartfelt conversation with Finneas, Billie continued her enchanting interaction with Lily. The living room was filled with the soft murmurs of a lullaby as Billie cradled the baby in her arms, her eyes locked onto Lily's tiny face.

Meanwhile, Finneas couldn't resist teasing Y/N about the adorable scene unfolding before them. "You know," he said with a mischievous grin, "seeing Billie with Lily makes me think you two should join the parent club. Our kids could be best friends."

Y/N chuckled, the idea sparking a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You think so?"

Finneas nodded, his eyes glinting with playful enthusiasm. "Absolutely. Just imagine family picnics, playdates, and our kids growing up together. It would be a blast."

Y/N couldn't help but picture it – a future filled with laughter, shared moments, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Meanwhile, Billie continued to shower Lily with affection, making silly faces and eliciting delighted coos from the baby.

Finneas leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Besides, it's about time you and Billie share the joy of parenting. I can already tell she's a natural with babies."

As Y/N and Finneas shared a laugh, Billie, sensing the conversation's direction, looked over with a playful smirk. "What's so funny over there, you two?"

Finneas winked at Y/N. "Just discussing the possibility of our kids being BFFs someday."

Billie raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of excitement crossing her eyes. "I like the sound of that. Our own little crew."

Y/N joined the banter, feeling a mix of warmth and anticipation. "Looks like we might need to start planning for the future, huh?"

Billie grinned, gently handing Lily back to Claudia. "I'm all in for whatever makes us happy. And if that includes tiny humans and playdates, count me in."

The night continued with laughter, music, and shared dreams of a future filled with love and family. As Y/N and Billie left Finneas and Claudia's house, the teasing from Finneas lingered in the air.

"Better start practicing diaper-changing skills," Finneas called out with a wink.

Y/N and Billie exchanged amused glances, knowing that their journey toward parenthood had just received a playful nudge from a brother with a knack for mischief. The idea of a shared future, where their children could grow up together, resonated in their hearts, making the prospect of starting a family even more enticing.

As Y/N observed Billie cradling Lily in her arms, a warmth spread through their heart. Billie's eyes were filled with a genuine adoration that melted away any remaining doubts or fears about the idea of starting a family. The way Billie effortlessly connected with the tiny bundle of joy ignited a spark of excitement in Y/N.

As the night unfolded, Y/N couldn't help but find themselves lost in thoughts of the future. The image of Billie, with a child of their own, played vividly in their mind. It wasn't just about the shared moments with a baby; it was about the love, the tenderness, and the undeniable joy that seemed to radiate from Billie's every interaction with Lily.

In the quiet moments of the evening, as Y/N and Billie drove home, the topic arose naturally.

"You were amazing with Lily, Billie," Y/N commented, a soft smile playing on their lips.

Billie grinned, her eyes reflecting the happiness that still lingered from the time spent with the baby. "She's such a cutie, isn't she?"

Y/N nodded, their gaze drifting toward the passing city lights. "You know, I can't help but imagine our own little family someday. I can already see you being the most incredible mom."

Billie's hand found its way to Y/N's, fingers intertwining in a reassuring grip. "Really?" she asked, a genuine curiosity in her voice.

"Absolutely," Y/N affirmed. "The way you held Lily, the love in your eyes—it made me realize how beautiful our life could be with a child of our own. I can't wait for the day when we get to experience that together."

A soft, reflective silence settled in the car as the couple continued their journey home. The air was filled with a shared anticipation, a sense of excitement for the possibilities that lay ahead. Billie stole glances at Y/N, her heart swelling with affection for the person she envisioned building a future with.

As they arrived home, Y/N couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Billie's love for Lily had opened a door to a future they both desired. The thought of creating a family together, filled with laughter, love, and the same warmth they had witnessed that night, was a dream worth pursuing.

Wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N and Billie embraced the promise of a future that held the sweet melody of parenthood. The journey toward building their own family had just begun, and the love they had witnessed that night became the guiding star illuminating the path ahead.

#Billie eilish x reader #Billie eilish #lgbtq #Billie #Eilish #goldwing #FINNEAS #Claudia #i’m so gay help

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weclassybouquetfun · 1 month

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That's one for the history books.....

...well, it would have been had Lily Gladstone won. But awards season is OVAH! The Oscars have been handed out. Here are 2024's Best Actor, Actress, Supporting Actress and Actor winners.

They have joined a great club.

THEY ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

Best Picture OPPENHEIMER

Best Directing Christopher Nolan

Best Actor in a Leading Role Cillian Murphy

The elusive Malachy Murphy on hand.

Best Actress in a Leading Role Emma Stone

Best Actor in a Supporting Role Robert Downey Jr.

Best Actress in a Supporting Role Da’Vine Joy Randolph

*Issa Rae peeping in.

Best Writing (Adapted Screenplay) American Fiction (Cord Jefferson)

Best Writing (Original Screenplay) Anatomy of a Fall (Justine Triet and Arthur Harari)

Best Animated Feature The Boy and the Heron

Best Documentary Feature Film 20 Days in Mariupol

Best International Feature Film The Zone of Interest

Best Animated Short Film War Is Over! Inspired by the Music of John & Yoko

Best Live-Action Short Film The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

Best Documentary Short Film The Last Repair Shop

Best Cinematography Oppenheimer (Hoyte van Hoytema)

Best Costume Design Poor Things (Holly Waddington)

Best Makeup and Hairstyling Poor Things (Nadia Stacey, Mark Coulier and Josh Weston)

Best Original Song “What Was I Made For?” from Barbie (Music and Lyric by Billie Eilish and Finneas O’Connell)

Best Original Score Oppenheimer (Ludwig Göransson)

Best Production Design Poor Things

Best Film Editing Oppenheimer (Jennifer Lame)

Best Sound The Zone of Interest

Best Visual Effects Godzilla: Minus One (Takashi Yamazaki, Kiyoko Shibuya, Masaki Takahashi and Tatsuji Nojima)

GODZILLA heels is extreme commitment to the bit.

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Clingy

Billiexreader

Warnings:None!

Billie had never been a super clingy person.She loved physical touch and had always been super affectionate but she never came across as clingy but recently I feel as though she’s attached to my hip.Im in our kitchen quietly humming along to the music coming from the TV as I cook me and Billie vegan burritos.

I jump slightly as I feel a pair of hands slither around my waist from behind “you scared me”I giggle . She hums contently as she rests her head against my back “you hungry?”I say as I stir the contents in the pan .She just nods as she nuzzle her head now into the crook of my neck “did you end up having a nap this morning?”I hum as I plate up our food “mhm”she whispers as she plants a soft kiss on my neck. “I’ve missed you”she whispers.

“I know works had my ass recently”I agree as I begin to plate up our food . She peppers soft kisses on my neck “cmon sit down let’s eat”I smile as we sit down and I put the plate in front of her at the other end of the table. “Can I sit next to you?”she says softly . I give her a look but non the less I move her plate next to me .

She comes and sits next to me as she continues to eat her food her head rested on my shoulder “are you okay baby?”I whisper as I scratch her scalp softly . She nods as she finishes up eating “promise?”I say “yeah”she whispers as she kisses my cheek quickly then gets up and clears our plates.

Me and Billie eventually settle down on the couch she’s laid buried into my chest as I run my finger up and down her spine. “B?”I whisper “you sureeee you’re okay?”I add softly as I continue my movements “just stressed with the album and shit”she hums as she watches tv.

“Take a few days off”i reply as i brush her blonde hair out her face “i can’t too much planning for tour “she huffs “Billie “I say . She looks up at me “you deserve it “I whisper as I kiss her forehead . She just shrugs and gives me a look of hesitance “I’ll call Finneas and let him know now cmhere”I smile as my grip around her tightens.

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peng-lads · 1 month

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Vanity Fair Oscars Party

#barry keoghan #Finneas #oscars after party #I can’t tell who Is in the 1st photo with him

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crazyoffher · 9 months

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FEELS LIKE FOREVER.

billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: despite accompanying billie on her world tour, you didn't see her much, and it's up to you to express your concern about her overworking.

warnings: mentions of overworking, fluff, unedited.

word count: 1100+

a/n: anon, your request wasn't very specific so if this isn't what you had in mind, i'm very sorry. thank you for sending in a request, though, and i hope you enjoy 🫶 (also by "gf" i interpreted girlfriend so please lmk if you meant something else)

The tour was hard on Billie. She loved it to death, but sometimes she wished that she had longer periods to rest. She was glad to have you around this time, traveling around the world with her and watching every single show she performed, and at the end of the night, you’d be right by her side as the two of you fell into content slumbers.

She didn’t wish for just more time for relaxation and to continue working on her next album, but to also spend time with you. She felt bad that, though you were with her, you weren’t at the same time, sometimes not seeing her for hours at a time despite being in the same buildings. Billie wanted nothing more than to have a lazy day with you, caught up in the tour bus with no calls regarding the album, performances, or anything else.

“Billie, stop that.” Maggie argued, scolding the girl who was using her microphone to act as if she had a dick, flinging it around, which made you laugh. You were watching Billie and Finneas run through the fundamentals during a sound rehearsal while sitting off to the side in a chair that the crew had set up for you and Billie’s parents in GA, Maggie and Patrick to your right.

Billie tore the microphone away from it’s position with a frown, ready to reply to her mother, when her manager, Danny, called her and Finneas over to go through the setlist. That left Maggie and Patrick to talk about anything while you scrolled through Twitter, liking the posts that talked about you and Billie positively and skipping the ones that were in a negative light.

“(Y/N)?” You turned your head at the sound of your name, meeting Maggie’s gaze as she smiled warmly at you. “How's it been for you this past tour?”

You thought about it for a second, letting out a small cough before replying, “Boring at times, fun at times. I find myself alone in the tour bus a lot, just thinking, you know?”

You loved the older woman to death. The O’Connell family itself had been there for you when your own family couldn’t, and no amount of money or love could ever repay them in your mind. “That’s fair; I expected you and Billie to be together a lot more, but she’s been spending a lot of her free time on the album. I tell her to take a break, but she just nods before putting her headphones back on and continues.”

You nodded, not failing to catch the gloom in her eyes. “I’m slightly afraid of her schedule; she’s constantly working,” you replied, “but I can see why. She doesn’t say it, but she’s afraid to get backlash on another song the way “NDA” was reviewed.”

Before Maggie could reply, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders and a head rest on top of yours. “Talking about me?”

“Maybe.” You tilted your head up, giving her a quick kiss, which she reciprocated with a bright, genuine smile when you pulled away. Maggie and Patrick stood up, deciding to leave you two be, but not without a reassuring hand on your knee and Maggie telling Billie where they were headed.

Billie rounded around you, sitting where her mom was not too long ago and noticing a different glint in your eyes. “You okay?”

“Just tired.” You sent her a smile. It wasn’t entirely false; you had stayed up later than usual to fill out emergency documents your workplace had sent you, despite the fact that you technically were on vacation. “Yeah, me too. The rehearsal ended, and there are still a couple hours until the show. You wanna go lay down?”

You looked at her with a confused face. “I thought you were going to continue mixing the song you’re working on?”

Billie sighed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her. You laid your head on her shoulder, and she rested her head on yours. “I’ve thought about how much time I’ve been dedicating to the album when I should be taking time for you too. It feels like forever when I’m in the studio, mixing or writing, and you’re alone on the bus.”

“It’s fine, Billie; I know how important this album is to you,” you reassured her, placing your hand on her thigh. “I miss you a lot, and I won’t lie about that, but I wish you’d just take some time off working on the album. Not for me, but for you.”

Billie smiled down at you, taking her fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at her and embrace her in a soft kiss. “I’m more than happy you care about me, love. Come on,” she carefully stood up, and you eased out of your position on her shoulder before taking her outstretched hand, “let’s go to the green room and lay down.”

“One could say you’re happier than ever.”

“Oh, hush it.”

On the way there, the two of you were ultimately stopped by Danny, who seemed to be in a rush. “Billie! I know you’ve been working on the album a lot but I was wondering if you could re-record the-“

“Not today.” Billie interrupted with a short reply, and you smacked her upper chest at the tone she held. “Um,” you started off, eyeing the green room that wasn’t far away, “if you really need her, then it’s fine; I could-“

“Tomorrow, Danny.” The older man just nodded, giving the two of you a small smile before holding his phone to his ear, seemingly having been on a call the entire time, and rushing away.

“You’re busy tomorrow, though.” You quirked, having memorized Billie’s schedule for the month out of boredom one day. “You have to get up early for an interview, then a meeting, then rehearsals, then-“

“(Y/N),” she cut you off from your blabbering, holding you closer to her as you walked to the nearing green room, “Danny will realize sooner or later that I can’t make time to re-record... whatever he was getting at. I could use my small time slot to spend with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely, baby.” Billie pushed open the door to the green room, and you practically rushed to the couch and laid down, holding your arms out for her to lay into, which she did with precaution.

She preferred holding you, but she didn’t mind being held herself, and it didn’t take long for Finneas to walk in the room on a panic search for Billie and find the two of you knocked out, limbs entangled with one another.

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swinging my feet and blushing at the thought of falling asleep with billie (also if you've sent in a request i am working on them!)

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