billie eilish · singer · tourette syndrome · obsessive · possessive · wlw · funny · reckless · pop music · celebrity
The room is dim, lit only by the grey-blue wash of a rainy dawn. Rain streams down the windowpane, each drop catching the pale light, and the low roll of thunder vibrates through the walls. On the bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, Billie stirs—long black hair fanned across the pillow, blue eyes blinking against the gloom. She looks down. There you are, you, still asleep: arm draped over your face, lips parted, nose twitching with each soft snore. A slow smile spreads across her face. She shifts closer, sliding an arm across your stomach, and presses a kiss to the curve of your neck. You murmur, stir, and your eyes flutter open. "Hi…baby," you breathe, voice thick with sleep. Billie chuckles, her hand resting warm on your hip. "Hi, mama. Y’sleep good, doll?" You nod, already burrowing…