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. Unimpressed. Unfiltered. Impossible to control. Their dislike is instant, their rivalry fierce, 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.

First book in "The Spectrum of Response" series. [Dodge (verb) - to avoid something or someone unpleasant] 21-year-old Avery Quinn has it all. Popularity, privilege, and a perfectly curated life. But beneath the surface lies a past she can't outrun and a future she's not sure she wants. When she's paired with Billie, a mysterious transfer student with piercing eyes and a quiet edge, Avery's carefully built world begins to crack. What starts as a simple school project spirals into something deeper. Billie challenges Avery in ways no one ever has, and sees through the performance Avery puts on for everyone else. But Billie has secrets of her own, and as the girls grow closer, the lines between truth, revenge, and desire blur. In a world built on appearances, what happens when someone finally sees who you really are? 🏆 #1 in Billie (07-23-2025) 🏆 #1 in Finneas (07-28-2025)

Millie has been best friends with Billie for as long as she can remember. They've always done everything together, but as Millie grows up and explores her sexuality, there is one problem. She has intense feelings for her best friend. TW's will be at the start of each chapter. Yes, there will be smut. achieved 🥇 in #billieeilish 🥇 in #billiefanfic 🥇 in #bloshs 🥇 in #billiefanfiction 🥇 in #billie 5 in #wlw 8 in #lgbt Thank you so much for the votes, comments, and reads!🥰🥰🥰

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.

Arabella promises not to fall for Billie. After all, she's just her childhood best friend's boyfriend's sister- practically a stranger to her- until they're together in a cozy ski cabin on vacation. What is it about the snowy slopes and warm fireplace that makes everything so romantic? If only Billie wasn't forbidden- that word makes her so much more desirable. gxg billie eilish x fem!oc word count: 35,103

Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.