Billie Eilish Imagines And Preferences

Waffles

You wake up to the sweet smell of waffles. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you yawn and stretch as your feet find their way to the bedroom floor. You stand, stretching more, and yawn again. There's a clatter from downstairs, and the sound of Billie mumbling something to herself. You grin and head downstairs for breakfast.

"I made waffles, Y/N," Billie says proudly, holding out a tray full of waffles. She grins and sets the tray down on the table as you both sit down to eat.

"What are these supposed to be shaped like?" you chuckle, pointing at the waffles with your fork.

"They're shaped like hearts, Y/N," Billie explains around a mouthful of waffle. She's already practically inhaling her plate of waffles.

"Those don't look like hearts," you say with a grin. "They look like butts."

"You're an idiot," Billie says with a laugh. "So immature."

"Funny to hear that coming from you," you tease.

"Hey, stop judging me and my masterpiece waffles," Billie says. She grabs some maple syrup and practically dumps the whole jug on her waffles.

"That's unhealthy," you say.

"Like I care," Billie scoffs, shoveling some into her mouth. "Mmm. Delicious." She points her fork at you. "And don't think I haven't noticed you're not eating yet. You better try my amazing waffles."

"Hey, these aren't terrible," you say with a fake gasp as you take a bite of waffle. "I was sure they'd be complete rubbish."

"What do you meannnnn?" Billie says. "Of course they aren't terrible. I made them, duh."

"Duh," you say back in a playfully mocking tone.

"Shut up and eat, Y/N," Billie laughs.