Billie Eilish Imagines

You, Of Course

You blinked your eyes open as sunlight bled through the not-quite-closed curtains, shining small patches of light throughout the room.

As you began to stir, you became aware of a weight pressing into you, causing you to glance down and see that your girlfriend, Billie, had nestled her way up against your chest at some point during the night.

You grinned at how cute she looked in that position, her body curled up into a ball with her cheek resting on your shoulder, her messy black hair splayed across the pillow. You began to gently run your fingers through it's softness, coaxing her awake as she buried her face even more and let out a muffled groan.

"Wake up cutie." You said before pressing a light kiss to her temple.

"Leave me alone." She grumbled, her voice heavy with sleep.

"If you say so."

You teasingly began to scoot off the bed, pulling your arm out from under her as her eyes snapped open.

"No, not like that." She pouted, giving you tired puppy dog eyes that you knew there was no way to resist.

You sighed and crawled over on top of her instead, peppering kisses all over her face and neck until she squirmed and giggled beneath you.

After a minute or so you sat up so that you were straddling her stomach, looking down to admire her beauty.

"What do you want to do today?" You questioned as you held her hands in your lap.

She yawned and shrugged. "I dunno. Might do some work stuff."

Just then you both felt her stomach rumble loudly, causing you to giggle.

"I'll go start breakfast." You decided, leaning down to give her one final peck on the lips.

An hour and a couple burnt pancakes later, the two of you sat down to your best attempt at an elaborately prepared meal.

You playfully hand-fed Billie her food when she complained that she was too full to keep eating, eventually giving up and putting the leftovers in the fridge before heading back upstairs.

You decided to take a much needed shower together, reveling in the fact that for once neither of you had any responsibilities to attend to today, which meant you instead had time to fully soak in each other's presence.

As soon as she got dressed, Billie grabbed her black spiral notebook and sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for and began scribbling something down.

You watched her from across the room as you rung your hair out with a towel, wondering what was on her mind and making a mental note to ask her about it later.

In the meantime, you decided to start on your makeup, an activity you had always enjoyed doing even when you had nowhere to go.

After a while you noticed Billie glance up out of your peripheral vision, before closing her notebook and sliding out of bed to make her way over to you.

As you finished applying highlight, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and rested her chin on top of your head, making eye contact with you in the large mirror.

"Wanna do mine next?" She asked sheepishly, and you nearly fell out of your chair, staring at her in disbelief.

"Deadass?"

She shrugged with a slight smirk playing on her face. "Yeah, why not."

You gasped and stood up, practically shoving her into the chair you had been sitting in seconds before. You had been begging her to let you do her makeup ever since you first met, which was years ago now.