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summary: your day off consists of messy braids, history videos, and the scent of fresh baking—until Billie comes home and reminds you exactly why she’s so obsessed with you.
Fresh air drifts into the kitchen through the open window, but the room is still warm from the buns baking in the oven. It’s your day off, and you’re just vibing—doing chores, sketching, reading—anything to pass the time while Billie is out handling business stuff.
You’re wearing the pink apron your friends gave you for your birthday; everyone knows you’re the chef of the group, especially when it comes to baking. Honestly, half of your girlfriend's camera roll is just photos of your cute cakes. Your hair is tied back in two braids, totally makeup-free. In the background, your phone is propped up, playing a lecture about Henry VIII. You’re a total history nerd, and Billie loves it too—well, mostly she loves falling asleep to it.
You mumble those complicated names and dates with so much passion, and she just nods along, eyes half-closed, acting like she actually follows your monologue. It works every time, especially when your fingers are gently running through her soft, shiny hair.
You got so lost in thoughts about her that you almost burned the treats. You quickly threw on your oven mitts and pulled the tray out, flinching instinctively as the puff of hot air hit your face.
They were golden-brown—the perfect sign they were done. Without wasting a second, you took them out and started glazing them with sugar water.
You were humming a song and dancing around until your phone lit up.
“Billie💕”
Your heart immediately skipped a beat, even though the steam in the kitchen already had your cheeks as red as they could be. You pulled off the mitts and answered.
“Hey.”
“Hi sunshine, I’m on my way home.”
“Okay, can’t wait to see you,” you smiled, tilting your head like a kitten at the sound of her sweet voice.
And she was right on time. She pulled up ten minutes later, just as you were setting the kettle for tea or coffee. As soon as you heard her drop her bags and kick off her shoes, you ran to the hallway to greet her.
“Hi again, baby.”
“Heyyyy,” you dragged out the word, throwing your arms around her neck and resting your head on her shoulder.
“Did you miss me, angel?”
“Yeah, I did…”
“Come here.” After she said that, her soft, pouty lips found yours in a tender kiss. Her hands rested on your waist, occasionally sliding down to your lower back as she pulled you closer.
You were the first to pull away, giving her one last tiny peck on the corner of her mouth, which made her flash that gorgeous smile. You adore this version of Billie—no makeup, her natural lashes and roots showing, just her and that smile.
After that sweet moment, you headed to the kitchen together, and she immediately caught the scent of your masterpiece. You gracefully plated a delicious vegan bun for her, asking if she wanted black or green tea. And just like that, you spent the afternoon enjoying each other's company...
About an hour later, with full stomachs and rosy cheeks from the hot tea, you decided to put on a movie.
Of course, it didn’t take long to choose—you went with “Mean Girls” again, mostly just to cringe and make faces at the high schoolers flirting. Even though you were already in a warm, oversized hoodie, you grabbed a big, fluffy blanket for the two of you. Billie always laughs at how cute it is when you snuggle under it like two lovebirds on a branch. She had the remote in one hand, using the other to stroke your shoulder while you leaned into her, craving the affection.
She started the movie, and at first, it was all laughs and commentary on the scenes, but then she felt like something was missing. Billie turned her head slightly to where you were tucked against her and reached up, her hand softly grazing your cheek to get your attention. You looked up at her with those big "puppy” eyes, silently asking what was up. She didn't say a word, she just gave you that sweet, quiet look, her eyes dropping to your lips. You smiled and leaned in to meet her.
Your lips moved together in a quiet, tender waltz where nobody else existed. The movie lines fading in the background became white noise, completely forgotten the moment you wrapped your arms tighter around her waist, and her hand drifted from your cheek down to your neck…
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and that was everything you needed at that moment"
billie eilish x reader
genre: fluff, domestic
warning: none
summary: billie feels a surge of inspiration and goes to the studio. and you're offended, stay home and her phone lights up every 5 minutes with your messages
In a blue case, you hold your phone between both hands as if it’s the only connection to the world you need right now. The whole day you can think only about her. About how she’ll make you tea, its tender smell filling the entire kitchen, or how she’ll softly run strands of your hair through her fingers, gently massaging your head. Or maybe how she’ll whisper all kinds of sweet nonsense into your ear just to make you fall asleep faster during your little afternoon nap, which had become your tradition.
But today wasn’t like that. After a delicious breakfast, Billie said, “Baby, I’m feeling a wave of inspiration today, so I think it makes sense to leave it in the studio. I’ll call Finneas and I’ll go… you’ll be okay alone, right?” she told you while holding your face in her hands. Your thick brows furrowed in protest. And eyes were rolled, while your heart tightened with disappointment.
You hated spending weekends alone. Of course, Shark was still there, but without Billie the house felt so much emptier. She was your sun, and without her, the day seemed gray.
The first hours you managed to read and cook. The entire kitchen was full of an incredible smell that spread into every corner. One hand stirred the pot with a spatula while the other held the book. You had to reread the same passages several times just to find the lost line where you left off. You called all your relatives, sitting on the countertop and swinging your legs like a little child.
From this moment, every half hour Billie received this:
i miss you :(
babyyy
i miss you so much bills☹️☹️☹️☹️
when will you be home?
You stared at the glowing screen and waited for the three dots to appear. Imagined her sitting in the studio, trying to find the right string, while all you wanted was her right here with you. Letting out a dissatisfied little growl, you went into your bedroom.
Your socks made soft shuffling sounds on the floor, and the bed covered in blankets looked like a cloud you wanted to sink into. And that’s exactly what you did.
Pressed to your chest was the big soft teddy bear Billie gave you on Valentine’s Day. Your lips curved like an upside-down rainbow. Missing her, you hugged the toy tighter. Everyone has days when you’re too clingy for your own good. And today was exactly one of them.
8:23pm.
You lay in bed, wrapped in the blanket so tightly it felt like you could vanish into it completely. The room was dim, only the lamp on the nightstand spreading warm golden light. The door opened quietly, and Billie walked in without a word. Her steps were steady, but strangely calming. She leaned down, took the phone from your hands where you had been watching some video about animals in Florida, and set it aside before touching her lips to your forehead. You frowned again, puffing out your lips like you had done a million times today. Still thinking about how she chose to leave for the studio to write, even though 90% of the lyrics she’d be sending while on tour were about you anyway, just to confirm her love for you every day.
“Stop hiding,” she said softly, but in her voice there was that same gentle authority that always warmed your stomach. “Look at me.”
You pulled down the blanket and raised your eyes. She traced your cheek with her fingers, then your bottom lip. Brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch was so confident you couldn’t help but relax, as if your body itself obeyed.
“That’s it,” she whispered, leaning so close her breath warmed your lips. She sat beside you, wrapped an arm around your waist, brushing aside all the stuffed toys, because now she was here. With one light motion she pulled you closer. Her arms were warm and strong, her gaze deep and tender at once. You wanted to argue, but the soft, familiar fingertips holding you tightly melted everything away.
Your hands slid to the back of her neck, the other to her back, gently stroking. Her nose started burrowing into your neck, warm breath burning the skin. Her eyes half-closed, lashes fluttering, like she was unsure if you’d stay angry or finally breathe out with relief. That was the moment when all your bitterness, all your loneliness dissolved in her touch. You knew she was here, and that was everything you needed right now.
And then she pulled you right into her lap, holding you as if the whole day apart had been too long. You buried your face in her collarbone, breathing in that familiar scent of her shampoo and the faint trace of studio air still clinging to her clothes. She kissed the crown of your head again and again, whispering nonsense—half apologies, half adoration—her voice stumbling but warm.
You felt her fingers drawing little circles on your waist, grounding you, telling you without words that you were her anchor, her home, no matter where inspiration carried her. And in that golden-lit room, wrapped up in her arms and blanket at once, you realized that the music she wrote out there wasn’t the real song. The real song was this—the two of you, beating hearts pressed together, steady and alive.
