My moms name is Billie, Billie O'Connell. She won't look at me. She can't look at me. She said so. T/W: Mentions and details of depression and suicide

Life at home is messy. My dad, once a high-flying lawyer, lost it all-fired, drunk, bitter, thinking the world owes him. My mom's sharp, always on edge, juggling her own shit while keeping us three kids-me, Emmy in college, and Trevor, nine-mostly sane. Trauma lingers like smoke. I thought I had no escape...until I found this anonymous group online. A place where people just dump their secrets, their mess, their shame-no judgment. Just words floating in the void. And I start sharing. Then I met her. Just a username at first. A friend, maybe. Someone who actually gets it. But she wasn't just a friend. Not even close. Turns out...she's a ten-time Grammy winner. Billie. Billie fucking Eilish.

Iris and Billie dated for 5 years, but broke up for their own reasons. During the relationship they had 2 kids, a boy and a girl. 3 months after the breakup, Iris got into a terrible accident. Her #1 contact was still Billie. So when she frantically tried to call someone, she called Billie. What will happen when Billie arrives at the hospital?

Juline's job is simple on paper. keep the schedule tight, the rumors quiet, and Billie Eilish exactly where she needs to be. But nothing about this tour is simple. Juline Moreau is an French manager. Cool, flawless, unshakable. At least, that's what she wants everyone to believe. But Billie? She's unpredictable. Magnetic. Impossible to keep in line. Between sold-out shows, relentless fans, and sleepless nights in unfamiliar cities, Juline starts to realize that holding everything together might be harder than she thought. Because sometimes the hardest part of the job isn't the world watching- it's what happens when no one else is looking. --- ⚠️ This story includes: smut, mental health issues and maybe violence

freshly out of an on-and-off relationship with her boyfriend of three years, veronica sterling chooses to spend the summer in los angeles. she only planned to spend the summer healing and preparing for her senior year of college. what she didn't plan for was billie eilish, who would not only shake veronica's plans up, but also become someone too important for veronica to leave behind after summer is over. ============================== transient - lasting for only a short time; temporary. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 5/15/2026 ended: ongoing

A year ago, Billie Eilish vanished after finishing her most personal, haunting album-one that never got released. Now, she's resurfaced in Iceland, suffering from retrograde amnesia and unable to recall the last twelve months. The only person allowed near her is Talia Williams, a reclusive photographer known for emotionally raw portraiture-and Billie's ex. But Billie doesn't know that. She doesn't remember their nights, their fights, or the love that destroyed them both. Talia's there under the guise of documenting Billie's recovery, but her real reason is simple: she needs to know what happened. And whether what they had can survive Billie forgetting it ever existed. Top Rankings Achieved- #5 madison #6 billie

she left to forget. now she's back-and so is everything she tried to bury. charlie was never supposed to come home. not after the falling out with her childhood best friend, not after the accident that left her physically and emotionally scarred, and definitely not after she lost herself somewhere along the way. but when life leaves her no choice, she returns to the one place that holds both her fondest memories...and her deepest heartbreak. back in the town she called home once upon a time, charlie has to face the ghosts of her past: therapy sessions she doesn't want, a future she's unsure of, and billie eilish-the girl she once called her best friend, and maybe something more. time has changed them. secrets still linger. and feelings? they never really went away. is it too late for second chances? or is this the moment charlie finally lets herself be loved the way she'd always dreamed?

Billie Eilish walks into a tattoo shop at 1:12 a.m. She doesn't want ink. She doesn't want pictures. She just doesn't want to be alone. Nyx Calder works nights for a reason. Silence suits her. Pain doesn't scare her. And famous girls with haunted eyes aren't her problem-until Billie keeps coming back. What starts as late-night conversations and borrowed cigarettes turns into something heavier. Something dangerous. Billie is unraveling under the weight of her own mind-depression, insomnia, intrusive thoughts she never talks about. Nyx doesn't try to save her. She just stays. Hands steady. Voice low. Presence grounding. But intimacy gets complicated when one of you belongs to the world, and the other refuses to. Still Breathing Next to You is a slow-burn, WLW story about desire, mental illness, control, and choosing to stay alive when someone finally sees you in the dark.

•ice-cold /ˌʌɪsˈkəʊld/ 2. unemotional or dispassionate; unfeeling. "she is the epitome of ice-cold judgement" "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 '𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬." *in which two polar opposites fall in love.* #1 - billieeilish [05/03/2020] #2 - gxg [27/03/2020] #1 - bil [15/02/2020] #1 - boardingschool [18/04/2020] Billie Eilish AU READ THA MUTHERFUCKIN TAGS BITCH ᯽ this is completely fictional and made up from my own imagination, none of it is real. ᯽ {COMPLETED 1st MARCH 2020}

Billie rises fast inside an unforgiving industry, her life expanding until there is no space left to be private. Fame does not save her. Every feeling is louder, everything more visible, every moment lived under watch. She learns how to perform strength while carrying a darkness she refuses to name, terrified that if she lets it surface, it will consume her. The world keeps asking for more of her, even as she is quietly unraveling. Nat remains behind, rooted in a place that never opens for her. Stripped of choice and opportunity, she clings to her creativity as proof that she still exists. Her life is small, quiet, and heavy. She survives by disappearing inward, haunted by the sense that something essential has already passed her by. Around her neck hangs a key, a symbol of what she has always believed she was waiting for, though she no longer knows what door it belongs to, or if it will ever open. Years later, when their lives intersect again, love does not arrive as salvation. It arrives as tension. As longing. As fear. Their connection becomes both refuge and risk, forcing them to confront the parts of themselves they've learned to hide. Together, there is desire, guilt, shame, and the terrifying realization that loving someone does not mean you know how to stay alive for them. TRIGGER WARNING🔐 heavy sexual themes various mentions of: sh, suicide ideation, truama, depression, etc. Slow burn, friends to lovers, gxg.