iris, a 23-year-old woman, is struggling with every-day-life. as a single mother of a five-year-old, she has a lot of stress and always needs to be somewhere. what happens, when one day her daughter decides to run away from a dog, which leads iris to an unforgettable encounter with another young woman? will they meet again?

Evangeline Davenport has never heard the word no. Born into privilege and raised to rule every room she walks into, she's smart, magnetic, and untouchable. College is just another stage for her to own. Until she meets Billie Eilish. Billie is everything Evangeline isn't. Their dislike is instant, and neither is willing to back down. But when hate starts to feel a lot like desire, the rules change. Lines blur. And soon, Evangeline is playing a game she's never played before... One she can't win without risking the only thing she's never given away... her heart.

"What's there to even do during an eight hour long flight delay?" "Wanna fall in love?" girlxgirl achieved #1 under billie eilish achieved #1 under lesbian & girlxgirl achieved #1 under imagines achieved #2 under instagram achieved #218 under fanfiction

Billie drifts through parties and stages alike effortlessly charming, a little reckless, and never tied down, until she meets Emily.. Emily is sweet, playful, and impossible to pin down. Their chemistry sparks instantly, but Billie keeps just enough distance to keep Emily guessing. A Billie Eilish fanfic, with (a lot of) smut. #girlxgirl #Billiexgirl

Stella's world is a hazy blur of hangovers and hook ups. Drowning in alcohol and lost in strangers, she's just trying to forget the ache that shattered her. When she crosses paths with Billie at a wild Hollywood party, the captivating girl is meant to be nothing more than another temporary distraction.

In a musical competition with the biggest artist in the world, Rhea Calder tries everything in her power to surpass her. All while she is focused on her success, her rival, Billie, is slowly trying to win her heart. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ [!], ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ #1 in paramore 1/17/25 | 10/6/25 | 10 26/25 #1 in dj 1/26/25 #2 in billieeilish 5/19/25 #1 in hollywood 9/26/25 | 4/19/26 #2 in enemiestofriends 10/31/25 #9 in wlw 11/5/25 #1 in wlw 11/6/25 #1 in eilish 11/16/25 | 11/25/25 #13 in romancefiction #1 in popstar 4/19/26

they'd been writing together for weeks now. late nights. cold coffee that billie pretended to like. melodies that lingered long after the speakers went quiet. everyone kept calling it a dream collaboration. max kept calling it confusing. because sometimes billie would lean closer when they listened back, shoulder brushing max's, and neither of them would move away. and sometimes billie would pull back so suddenly it felt like rejection, even though nothing had been offered. billie hit stop. silence filled the room, heavy and intimate. "it sounds like we're lying," she said softly. max looked up. "about what?" billie didn't answer right away. she stared at the mixing board, fingers resting uselessly against the sliders. "i don't know," she said. "but whatever it is, it's throwing the whole thing off-key." (lowercase intended) gxg. intimate scenes will be written. this is my first book so be gracious. thank you & enjoyyyy👾 #1 in eilish #1 in billieeilish #1 in billie

she was different. her blue eyes. her dimpled cheeks. her green and black hair. her tattoos, her nose piercing that glistened in the light. she didn't smile often, but when she did, it was mostly around me. she protected me, she understood me, she listened to me. she knew i was off limits, she knew i was still healing from my hurt in the past. she knew i was never attracted to somebody like her, but she never gave up. and neither did i. cover : @ukiy0h

i seem weak because i want to

We were twelve and thirteen when we met. She was the prodigy. I was the girl in the seats. We became inseparable. Billie Eilish taught me how to trust green rooms, group chats, and secrets whispered during warmups. I learned her laugh, her moods, the way she'd call me Mel like it meant something. I didn't realize I was in love with her until years later-after the pet names, the late-night calls, the almosts we never talked about. When we finally blurred the line-just us, no labels-it felt inevitable. Then she cut me off for a boy with a smirk and a spotlight. He found out about us. He made sure I knew I'd never be enough. I showed her what he sent. She chose him anyway. We haven't spoken since. Now I'm twenty-one, vegan, five feet of fury, chaos, and accidental fame. My sister Mya, my best friend Grace, and I are building something real. I swore I was done waiting for Billie to choose me. But the universe? Messy. Her music keeps finding its way into my life-and my work. People keep asking about us. And every time I see her name, I remember the way she used to look at me like I was hers. She says we're nothing. I remember everything. We're not friends. We're not over. And if she wants to pretend it didn't happen-fine. Let her watch while the whole world falls for the girl she walked away from.