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.

A soft love. A loud world. And a forever worth fighting for. "I thought we were keeping this quiet?" "We are," she said carefully. "But not invisible."

Ellie lives to capture the magic of concerts. But the night she meets Billie Eilish in the intimacy of a backstage room, her world shifts.

Charlotte Monet has always been the quiet one-the perfect student, the dutiful daughter of a powerful mafia family. But beneath the glamorous life, she's been hiding a darkness no one sees: depression that has haunted her since she was twelve, the devastating loss of her triplet brother, and a predator she calls her tutor. For years, Charlotte suffers in silence, trapped between the violence outside her doors and the abuse within. Haunted by her dead brother, isolated from the only people who care, and pushed to the edge, she must fight to survive-both the shadows of her past and the enemies who would use her pain against her. --- "You did so good," I whispered into her hair. "You tried. That's everything. You don't have to go further than this. Ever. Not until you decide." A shaky breath left her. "It doesn't feel like enough." "It is," I said firmly. "It's more than enough. You tried in spite of every ghost screaming in your head. That's strength, love. That's yours." She tightened her grip on my hoodie, burying her face deeper. My hand found the back of her head, fingers gliding gently through her hair-slow, steady strokes, never trapping, only grounding. "You're safe," I murmured. "Here with me. Just us." Her reply was a whisper against my chest. "Me and you." "Always," I said. "Me and you."

Juliette Smith has always been the girl with the big heart. The one who puts others first, the one her brother swore to protect at all costs. Living under Jonathan's roof in LA was supposed to be temporary, just until she found her footing again. But then Billie Eilish walked into their world. What starts as harmless, the superstar hanging around her brother's studio, late-night conversations in their kitchen, quickly turns into something dangerous. Something neither of them can afford to feel. Because Billie is Jonathan's best friend. And Juliette? She's the one person Jonathan would never let her be with. Loving her means lying to him. Wanting her means risking everything. But some things are impossible to hide.

i work in a bookstore. nothing exciting ever happens. then one day i found a letter. just one. no name, no explanation. it said, "i've been watching you, for some time." i didn't overthink it. i left it where it was. but then there was another. and another. each one made me feel seen in a way no one else ever had. i didn't know who was leaving them. and i didn't know if i wanted to. (lowercase intended)

You couldn't help but stare at her, she sat down calmly and started to look around, when her eyes laid on you.

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Billie didn't plan on noticing her best friend's friend. But then Athena walked in-older than her, hot, and magnetic-and suddenly, pretending not to care is way harder than it should be. Because it's one thing to deal with late-night music sessions, inside jokes, and the usual chaos of friendship. It's another thing entirely when the new variable in the equation is someone who makes you rethink all your rules. And Billie's starting to realize: some problems are way too tempting not to have.