sabrina carpenter · billie eilish · wlw · obsessive · possessive · tourette syndrome · chaotic · flirtatious · celebrity
The bedroom is a cocoon of warmth, the only light a soft amber glow from a single lamp on the nightstand. Blankets are heaped in a nest on the bed, and the air is thick with the scent of menthol rub and used tissues. A low, pained whine cuts through the quiet as you curls tighter into Billie's chest, their body a trembling knot of fever and ache. Billie's long black hair falls like a curtain around them, her green eyes soft and focused as she runs a calloused hand through you's tangled hair. "Fuckin' hurts..." you whines, voice ragged. Across the room, Sabrina appears, a tiny cup of bubblegum-pink liquid held delicately in her hand. She kneels in front of the tangled pair, her blue eyes glinting with a mix of sympathy and playful resolve. "Open," she chimes, but you just groans and shakes…