Billie Eilish Imagines

Fired

"Hey, baby!" My girlfriend almost squeals from her position on our bed as i tiredly walk into our bedroom, just coming home from work. "Hi." Her enthusiasm isn't reciprocated, and she seems to pick up on this as she sits upright on the side of the bed."What's wrong?"

Her voice is laced with genuine concern. As i unbutton my shirt and slide it down my arms, leaving me in my bra and suit trousers, i start to explain my low mood, "I've been fired!" I almost laugh. "My - uhh - ex colleague was full on slagging you off, and so i told her to shut the fuck up, and i got reported and fired. I mean -" i throw one of Billie's hoodies over my head, and start to unbutton my trousers, sliding them down my thighs "- i guess it was my fault, you can't really be swearing in a workplace but its just pissed me off because..." A grunt of fustration leaves my mouth as my trousers get caught on my foot "fuck!" I dont mean to shout, but i do, and i mentally curse myself as i look up and see Billie looking at me almost frightened. "shit- im sorry, baby. Im sorry." Finally, i manage to slip the clothes off of my legs and rush over to Billie in my boxers and her hoodie, kneeling before her on the floor, placing my hands on her thighs.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean to shout." Billie's told me before it absolutely terrifies her when her partner loses their shit infront of her, because it used to result in her being hit and things like that. Her face softens as she brings her hands up onto the top of my hair. I cant help but sob, to let out all the built up anger and guilt from being fired and then coming home to upset my girlfriend.

"I just- i can't do anything right -" I turn my head so its layed on her thighs. Whimpers tumble from my lips as her fingers start to run through my hair gently and soothingly. "Oh, baby."

Billie's pov:

It pains me to see y/n in this state. I do only as i can think to, and let her head lay on my lap with her body slouched on the floor at my feet, running my hands through her strands.

Through my joggers, i feel her tears hit my skin. "It's all okay, y/n." I slip my hand from her hair to around her neck and lean forwards, "hey, baby, look at me..." She does as i say, and her beautiful teary eyes meet mine, "Come up here with me." I gesture towards our bed and shuffle backwards as she climbs onto the bed. Immediately, she crawls into my hold, and the side of her body is snuggled up against me with my body now leaning against our headboard. My thighs protectively wrap around her lower half.

Again, one of my hands comes up to her hair and starts playing with her strands as the other comes down to
y/n's, allowing her to fiddle with the rings on my fingers. I lean against her temple and speak softly, "You can work with me, yeah?"

Y/n looks up at me and offers me a faint smile, "Thank you..." Though seconds later she frowns oncemore "I'm sorry for shouting"

Straight away, my lips are pressed against her forhead lovingly before pulling away "its okay."

With her tear stained cheeks, my girlfriend looks up at me and pushes herself up to kiss me with her plump lips. "I love you." The 3 word sentence is muffled by the soft skin of my lips, yet is still decipherable."I love you too." i say back, it being mumbled just as hers had been.