billie eilish one shots

meeting your family

the engine hummed softly as you drove through the winding streets of your childhood neighborhood, a familiar mix of nerves and nostalgia creeping in. you glanced at billie in the passenger seat. she was fiddling with the hem of her oversized sweater, her rings catching the sunlight streaming through the car window. she looked calm, but you could tell by the way her leg bounced slightly that she was just as nervous as you were.

"are you sure they're okay with this?" she asked, her voice small, barely audible over the hum of the car.

you reached over and placed a reassuring hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "of course they are. they're going to love you, billie. trust me."

she gave you a tight smile, but her shoulders didn't relax. "i just... i know i'm not what parents usually imagine for their kid's partner. especially, you know..."

"stop," you interrupted, your tone firm but soft. "you're perfect. and if they can't see that, then that's on them, not you."

she nodded, exhaling slowly. "okay. i'll trust you."

pulling into the driveway of your parents' house, you felt a wave of both comfort and apprehension wash over you. the house hadn't changed much—same white picket fence, same perfectly manicured lawn. it was the same place you'd grown up in, but today it felt different.

as you cut the engine, you looked at billie again. "you ready?"

"no," she said with a nervous laugh, but she unbuckled her seatbelt anyway.

you stepped out of the car, walking around to her side and grabbing her hand. "come on," you said, lacing your fingers with hers. "we've got this."

the first couple of hours went as well as you'd hoped. your mom had pulled billie into a warm hug the moment she stepped inside, gushing about how pretty she was. your dad, ever the stoic one, had given her a firm handshake but smiled warmly, offering her a drink.

your younger siblings were fascinated by her, peppering her with questions about her music and asking for selfies. billie, to her credit, handled it all with grace, laughing and joking with them like she'd known them for years.

by the time dinner rolled around, billie seemed to have relaxed. she sat beside you at the long dining table, her hand brushing against yours occasionally as your family passed plates of food back and forth. she laughed at your dad's corny jokes, complimented your mom on the roast, and even entertained your siblings with a story about a prank finneas had once played on her.

everything was perfect—until your uncle arrived.

your uncle paul was late, as usual, and slightly tipsy when he finally showed up. he greeted everyone loudly, clapping your dad on the back and ruffling your brother's hair before his eyes landed on billie.

"so, you're the rockstar, huh?" he said, his tone teetering on the edge of playful and condescending.

billie smiled politely. "i wouldn't call myself a rockstar, but yeah, i make music."

"huh," he said, plopping into the chair across from her. "must be nice, making all that money for singing songs. guess it beats having a real job, huh?"

you stiffened, your grip tightening on billie's hand under the table. she squeezed back, a silent plea for you to let it go.

"it's a lot of work, actually," she said, her voice calm but firm. "there's a lot more to it than just singing."

"oh, i'm sure," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "but i mean, come on. it's not like you're digging ditches or saving lives or anything."

"that's enough," you said sharply, glaring at him.

paul raised an eyebrow. "i'm just saying—"

"i know what you're saying, and it's rude," you interrupted, your voice firm. "billie works incredibly hard at what she does, and she's amazing at it. and she also saved lives. you don't have to understand it, but you do have to respect it."

paul opened his mouth to argue, but your dad cut him off. "paul, maybe it's time for some coffee," he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

paul grumbled but stood up, wandering toward the kitchen. you turned to billie, your expression softening.

"are you okay?" you asked.

she nodded, giving you a small smile. "i'm fine. thank you for standing up for me."

"always," you said, leaning over to kiss her temple.

the rest of the evening went smoothly, your uncle keeping his distance and the conversation flowing more comfortably. by the time you were saying your goodbyes, billie seemed to have forgotten the incident entirely.

as you walked back to the car, hand in hand, she leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"your family's pretty great," she said softly.

"even uncle paul?" you teased.

she laughed. "even uncle paul. he just needs a little work."

you opened the car door for her, and as she slid into the passenger seat, she looked up at you with a smile.

"thank you for today," she said. "for everything."

you leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. "i told you they'd love you," you said.

she grinned. "they don't love me as much as you do."

"no one does," you said, sliding into the driver's seat.

as you drove away, billie reached over to intertwine her fingers with yours, the both of you basking in the quiet comfort of knowing you had each other.