billie eilish one shots

just the way you are

tw: body image issues, self-criticism

don't read if you don't feel comfortable🫶🏻

the bathroom is silent, save for the faint hum of the overhead light. you stand in front of the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink so tightly your knuckles ache. the reflection staring back at you feels like a stranger—someone weighed down by flaws, by imperfections, by all the things you wish you could change.

your eyes trail down your body, your mind filling with cruel thoughts that spiral into a familiar abyss. you tug at your shirt, the fabric clinging in ways that make you feel suffocated. you blink back tears, but they betray you, sliding down your cheeks in hot, silent streams.

you hate this. you hate feeling this way.

just as you're trying to steady your breathing, the door creaks open behind you. billie steps in, her hair tied up messily, her face soft and full of concern.

"hey, babe, i—" she freezes when she sees you, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm. "y/n? are you crying?"

you flinch, quickly wiping your face and turning your back to her. "billie! can't you knock?!"

her eyebrows knit together, and she ignores your scolding, stepping closer. "what's going on?" she asks gently. "why are you crying?"

"i'm fine," you snap, your voice sharp with defensiveness. "just leave me alone."

but billie doesn't move. her green eyes search yours, and she sees through every flimsy wall you're trying to put up. "y/n," she says, her voice steady but soft. "talk to me."

you shake your head, your throat tightening. "it's nothing, okay? just... drop it."

she steps closer, her hands reaching for yours. "i'm not dropping it. not when you're like this."

her touch is warm, grounding, and for a moment, you let her hold your hands. but then the shame creeps back in, and you pull away. "you wouldn't understand."

"try me," she says simply.

you hesitate, staring down at the tiled floor. the words feel heavy, like saying them out loud will make them too real. finally, you whisper, "i just... i hate the way i look. i feel disgusting. and i don't get why you even want to be with me."

billie's breath catches, her eyes widening with something between shock and sadness. "what?"

you look away, your voice cracking as you continue. "you could have anyone, billie. someone better than me. someone... beautiful. i don't even know why you stay."

for a moment, there's silence. and then billie moves closer, cupping your face gently in her hands. her thumbs brush away the tears you didn't even realize were still falling.

"y/n," she says firmly, her voice filled with so much emotion it makes your chest ache. "stop. don't you dare talk about yourself like that."

you try to pull away, but she doesn't let you. "no, listen to me," she insists. "you are beautiful. you are everything. and honestly, if anyone's not worthy, it's me. but i'm so damn grateful you choose me every day."

her words hit you like a wave, and you feel a fresh sting of tears. "billie..."

"i mean it," she says, her green eyes locking onto yours. "you're perfect. every part of you. and if you can't see it right now, that's okay. i'll see it for you."

she takes your hand and pulls you gently toward the bedroom, not giving you a chance to protest. once you're both on the bed, she wraps her arms around you, her warmth soothing the storm in your chest.

as you settle into her embrace, billie lifts the hem of your shirt slightly, her fingers brushing against your skin. she pauses, glancing at you for permission. "is this okay?" she asks softly.

you whine, a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability, but you nod. "it's fine."

she takes her time, her fingers tracing slow, comforting patterns on your stomach. "i love this," she murmurs. "your skin, your shape, your everything. it's all perfect to me."

you feel your cheeks heat, but her touch is so gentle, so full of love, that it's hard to argue. "you're just saying that," you mumble.

"nope," she says, popping the "p" playfully. "i'm just telling the truth. you should see the way i look at you, y/n. every inch of you is perfect to me, and i wish you could see yourself the way i do."

her voice is soft but resolute, and you can feel the sincerity in every word. she leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek.

"i love you," she whispers. "and i love all of you. always."

you feel the tightness in your chest start to ease, her words and her presence melting away the edges of your insecurities. for the first time that night, you let yourself believe her, even if it's just a little.

as billie continues tracing lazy patterns on your skin, you let out a soft sigh, leaning into her warmth. "thank you," you murmur.

she smiles, resting her chin on top of your head. "always, baby. always."

and as her steady breathing lulls you to sleep, you realize that maybe—just maybe—you can start to love yourself the way she loves you. one step at a time.