𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

breakfast for piggy

ships - billy lenz/male! reader

fandoms - black christmas

warnings - none

billy makes you breakfast
another short and sweet one

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you stirred in bed, not wanting to open just yet, wanting to sleep a little while longer,  you move your arm to the side of the bed where your boyfriend billy sleeps so you could pull him closer to you, only to find no one there, your eyes snap open to a empty spot on the bed.

you could have sworn billy had slept with you last night, because you didn't want him to sleep in the already cold attic which would just get colder during the night. you begin to panic thinking the worst, wondering where billy could have gone.

you hopped out of bed, and as soon as you left the comfort of your room, you smelled burning-

shit was something on fire?? you thought to yourself

you ran to the kitchen to where the smell was coming from, only to find billy hovering over the stove wearing a small apron to cover his favourite green sweater, and humming christmas songs softly.

"billy?" you ask

he jumps at the sudden other voice besides his own, he turns to you and grins,

"breakfast!" he says pointing excitedly to the burnt pancakes(?) that sat on a plate beside the stove.

"you made breakfast?" you smiled at him, not expecting this from billy.

he nodded, as he turned off the stove moving the pan he had to another eye.

"breakfast in bed for piggy" he tells you, "but not in bed anymore.. so just breakfast"

you nod, smiling wildly to yourself, he wanted to make you breakfast in bed.. something you did for him a lot, and now he wanted to do it for you?? it oddly made your heart melt.

you move to him and wrap him in a tight hug, he flinches at the sudden physical attention but relaxes hugging you back.

"thank you" you tell him, "for the breakfast"

"y/n welcome" billy says as he smiles happily moving from you, patting your head, as he goes to get you a plate ready, and handing it to you

you cringe at the burnt rock like pancakes but the eggs billy made actually look half-way decent, he probably wouldn't mind if you just ate those.

"it looks good, billy, good job!" you tell him, for his first time actually cooking something it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

billy smiles wider at the praise, glad you think he did good, wanting to make you happy with what he did, and it looks like he had exceeded that, and he was very much glad for that too.

he got his own plate, grabbed you by the wrist from where you stood, pulled you to the small dining table and sat you down as he sat on the other side of you.

and you ate, and listened to billy talk about the weird dream he had the night before, something to do with claude turning into a monster and trying to eat the both of you. you laughed softly as he moved his arms around spastically as he went on with his story.

so you just sat there, listening to billy and whatever he had to say.

and just enjoying your morning