BILLIE EILISH HEADCANONS
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Firefighter!Billie x Housewife!Reader
Warnings: slight mention of sexual activity, fluff and some light arguments.
Firefighter!billie • who comes home smelling like smoke and metal, shoulders slumped, helmet dangling from two fingers. You’re already at the door, waiting patiently. Always.
Homewife!reader • Who fights about the job. Always the job. “One day you’re not gonna come back,” you say. Billie goes quiet. That’s worse than yelling. She hates that you worry. You hate that she risks her life. Sometimes she snaps from exhaustion. Sometimes you cry from fear. The apologies are messy. Your makeup is smeared. The room is too warm. You’re too close. Sweat clings where it shouldn’t, hair sticking to flushed faces as everything unravels and stitches itself back together.
Firefighter!Billie • Who comes home shaken, eyes distant. You don’t ask questions. You just pull her into your arms and tuck her into bed with you like she’s something fragile. She falls asleep with her face buried against your stomach, hand clenched in your shirt, breathing slowly evening out. You stay awake until she’s asleep. You always do.
Homewife!reader • Who knows the sound of Billie’s sighs means a long day. Billie comes home quiet, shoulders tight, exhaustion written into the way she drops her gear by the door. You don’t ask how bad it was. You just pull her in, arms wrapping around her before the weight of the day can settle too deep. She leans into you like she’s been holding herself together all shift just for this. The house feels warm. Too close. You press your face into her neck, her hands finding your waist on instinct. She breathes you in, kissing your neck slowly making her way down. Makeup ends up smudged, skin flushed, bodies close and overheated as Billie finally loosens her grip. She kisses you slow, like she’s grateful, like she needs you. Later, she rests her forehead against yours, exhaustion softened into something tender. And for once, the job stays outside the door.
Firefighter!billie• Who comes home worn down, eyes distant, shoulders heavy. You don’t question. You just pull her in, letting her melt against you. She kisses you slower on those nights — like she’s grateful, like she needs reassurance you’re real. Clothes get traded for sheets. The rest fades out naturally. She falls asleep tangled with you, like she’s anchoring herself.
Firefighter!billie• Who sleeps best when she’s touching you somehow. A hand on your stomach. A leg thrown over yours. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s touching you.
First post kinda nervous 🥹✌🏽 let’s all thank @falestales for giving me this request I was going to do eight head canons but it’s getting late and I have school in the morning so I’m hoping this will do for now ? I’ll make and post my introduction tomorrow!!