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She swore she'd only give herself to someone she loved. She didn't expect it to be her. The night of the Met Gala was supposed to be just another night of cameras, designer gowns, and champagne smiles. But when supermodel Claire Harbour crossed paths with Billie Eilish, everything she thought she knew about control began to unravel. What started as stolen glances on the red carpet turned into breathless gasps behind closed doors. Under Billie's touch, Claire broke the one rule she promised she'd never cross. Because this wasn't just a hook-up. This was her first time. And Billie Eilish was the one who took it.

When fake dating someone there are 3 main rules. 1. Don't catch feelings 2. You're just friends - remember that 3. Don't get fucking attached But all of those rules might get broken. Shit... ∆••∆••∆••∆••∆••∆••∆••∆••∆ a/n: C'mon I know u wanna read this 💕 BOOK IS COMPLETED! HOPE U ENJOY :) #1 in #billieeilish - 7/25/2023 #1 in billieeilishfanfic - 7/9/2023 #1 in billiefanfic - 7/9/2023 #2 in billie - 7/9/2023 #6 in gxg - 8/2/2023 #30 in lgbt - 8/4/2023

"Claire," she murmured. "I have to go back to Lucy. I shouldn't have..." I stared at her. I couldn't handle what she was saying. She was right, I knew, but... This was Billie and me, five years of terrible tension built up into one intense moment of skin on skin. I bit her soft neck, and she whimpered again. I ran my tongue along her collarbone and she sighed. Her hands gripped my waist firmly, and I knew she wasn't leaving yet. --------------------------- This book coincides with my previous work, A Work of Art. It is written from Clairo's point of view. This is not a simple rewriting of each chapter; it gives completely new perspective and happenings not previously mentioned in the original book. I will try to post weekly, but not on any kind of schedule for now. As always... this shit is smutty as hell.

When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

billie's daughter, harper, is struggling to come to terms with her new symptoms. as she attempts to hide them from everyone, things take a turn for the worse - but who believe her, and who will walk away?

Though Billie and Kentrell have never met, their children's friendship brings them together. Their first encounter is unexpected-at school pickup. Their second? A party thrown by Billie's best friend Ari. What begins as an awkward introduction slowly shifts into something flirtatious, curious, and complicated... especially when their touring schedules threaten to keep them apart.