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.

When Emilia - a model navigating fame, identity, and the pressure of perfection - is paired with global pop star Billie Eilish for a high-profile publicity contract, neither expects it to feel real. But between the flashes of cameras and the quiet moments behind closed doors, their staged romance blurs into something disarmingly genuine, until ghosts from Billie's past start to mirror the same wounds that have haunted Emi all her life, forcing them to face what they've both tried to ignore.

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.

For buttoned-up Dana, life is a carefully curated spreadsheet of routine and order. Her new job as an assistant seems like the perfect, professional fresh start she's been waiting for. Then she meets Billie. Billie is everything Dana despises-and, to her utter frustration, absolutely can't ignore. She makes it her mission to charm Dana into a flustered mess, and Dana finds herself fighting a losing battle to maintain her composure as their worlds collide in a fiery mix of friction and undeniable chemistry.

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.

"You didn't actually believe this would just be some casual fling, did you?" Nat's voice was low, serious, a stark contrast to their usual playful banter. "Because for me, Billie... this? This is everything." What started as a convenient, no-strings-attached arrangement between Nat and global sensation Billie Eilish quickly unravels into a profound connection. As the world watches, they're forced to navigate the treacherous waters of fame and the overwhelming, undeniable depth of feelings that prove to be anything but casual.

Isabella was drowning in pain, stuck in a cycle she couldn't escape. Then came Billie. Beautiful, wild, unexpected. One night changed everything. But some scars run too deep... And saving each other might destroy them both. Achievements 🥇 #billieeilishsmut 🥇 #billie 🥇 #lesbian 🥇 #hmhas 🥇 #freaky 🥇 #pushandpull 🥇 #losangeles 🥈 #billieeilishfanfic 🥈 #billieeilish 🥈 #girls 5 #billiesmut

June doesn't care for fame, but when her best friend introduces her to Billie Eilish, things take an unexpected turn. What starts as a simple friendship is slowly tangled with unspoken moments and a growing tension between them. June tries to keep her distance, but the more she denies it, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them. One night turns into two, turns into too many. It's subtle, it's quiet, but it's there-and neither of them can pretend it isn't. ACHEIVED: #1 UNDER #BILLIEEILISH #1 UNDER #STAR

Raven Hale wasn't looking for trouble- but trouble found her in the form of Billie O'Connell. A street racer with red roots, cold eyes, and a reputation as dangerous as the cars she builds, Billie is the last girl Raven should get close to. Especially when Raven is barely holding her own life together. But when Raven's brother gets pulled into Billie's world of midnight races and whispered secrets, Raven is forced to face the one girl who makes her feel something she's never felt before- seen. Wanted. Soft. Billie has rules: Don't get attached. Don't let anyone in. Don't fall for the girl with sad eyes and soft hands. Too late. As engines roar through neon nights, Raven and Billie collide in a slow burn of secrets, jealousy, and a tenderness neither of them knows how to handle. They're both dangerous. Both broken. Both trying not to fall. But some crashes are impossible to avoid.

Six months after her heartbreak, Rhea Calder is back on top of the charts, but every song still carries traces of the love she lost. Everyone celebrates the comeback, but no one hears what it cost her. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ [!], ​ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ #2 in paramore because it actually can't surpass Still Into You! (10/26/25) #1 in paramore 11/1/25 #2 in popstar 12/2/25 #67 in music 12/21/25 | 3/9/26 #2 in wlw 12/27/25 #9 in billieeilish 1/25/26 damn its hard to get top three