M̶u̶r̶p̶h̶y̶'s̶ L̶a̶w̶:̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶a̶n̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ Murphy's Law: anything that can happen will happen Murphy McIntyre (@murphymack) is an influencer who came up in the golden era of YouTube. Somehow, she's maintained and even grown her following as social media has changed over the years. When her grandmother dies, the only relative she has left and the woman who raised her, Murphy disappears from social media for months. Upon her return, she's suddenly thrown into a room with Billie Eilish, a world-famous musician and one of the hottest women Murphy's ever laid eyes on. To her surprise, Billie shows interest back, and they quickly spark up a friends-with-benefits situation. But with Murphy still grieving, real feelings developing, and the scrutinizing media... what started as a fun fling has turned into so much more.

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

lily hummingbird is an aspiring unknown actress. she struggles and is doing everything she can to make ends meet. what will happen when someone who so quickly ruined her life and became her biggest enemy becomes just as quickly a part of her everyday life.

Violet Winter learned the hard way that nothing lasts forever. After losing her mother and surviving a relentless battle with leukemia, she built walls around herself, walls no one had ever dared to break through. Letting people in meant risking heartbreak, and she had already lost too much. But then came Billie Eilish. With her, life became lighter, funnier, worth living again. But when your body still carries the scars of the past, how long can forever really last?

(Regina George x Rodrick Heffley) Regina's back and she wants her spot back. Everyone's moved on but she's still roaming the halls waiting for her perfect opportunity to build her social life back up, but there's one problem. There's a pest and his name is Rodrick. Every step forward she takes? He's right there taking one back, stepping on her toes every step of the way. There's only a matter of time before each argument blurs the line between rivalry and something dangerously close to habit. ------- Rodrick exhaled slowly, pushing off the doorframe. "That's it?" Her eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?" "That's all you wanted?" he asked, walking past her towards the counter. "To ruin Cady?" "Yes," she said defensively. He nodded once. "Then all you had to do was ask." Regina blinked. "What?" Rodrick turned back to face her, arms crossed, a faint smirk returning. "That's what fake boyfriends do, right? Help their fake girlfriends get what they want." For a second, she didn't speak. Then, slowly, Regina's lips curled into something almost like a smile. "Careful, Heffley," she called out. "You might actually make yourself useful." Rodrick tilted his head. "Oh, I've been useful. You're just always too pissed off to notice."

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.

She swore she'd only give herself to someone she loved. She didn't expect it to be her. The night of the Met Gala was supposed to be just another night of cameras, designer gowns, and champagne smiles. But when supermodel Claire Harbour crossed paths with Billie Eilish, everything she thought she knew about control began to unravel. What started as stolen glances on the red carpet turned into breathless gasps behind closed doors. Under Billie's touch, Claire broke the one rule she promised she'd never cross. Because this wasn't just a hook-up. This was her first time. And Billie Eilish was the one who took it.

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.

Angie, a photographer from Sacramento who's never left her hometown, embarks on a tour with Billie, capturing more than just images. Like Moon River's dream of "two drifters off to see the world," Angie's journey becomes one of wandering and wonder-navigating desire, uncertainty, and the pull of places and people that feel like home. She must decide whether to nurture this connection or let it drift away, like a river carrying her toward the unknown.