Juliette Davies is a 22 year old writer and a hopeless romantic that overthinks way too much for her own good. The fact that lesbians adore her novels doesn't make her any less single. In fact, she thinks she's meant to be single. To do hookups here and there and never trust anyone with her heart. Her past is too dark to go through that again. Her whole world and mindset flips upside down when she receives a request that stands out from the usual, boring ones from fans. Someone asked her to write her a love letter. Signed with only an initial. B. No name, no face. Only a few words and a letter. A fragment of emotion. A quiet plea. A call for help. As Jules slowly gives away her inked passion to that anonymous woman, she accidentally loses her heart in the process... The lines between fiction and reality blurs more and more together. When she learns the truth about the identity of the famous singer, it's too late. Jules is already disgustingly and irreversibly in love with the one and only Billie Eilish. One question remains: Why would Billie ask for love letters from her in the first place?

Juliana Cruz is 5 feet of glitter, guts, and quiet genius. Singer. Songwriter. Lesbian. Chronic overthinker. Fiercely loved only child. And very, very down bad for Billie Eilish. At 21, Jules has spent most of her life writing songs for other people's love stories-until a viral karaoke cover of Till Forever Falls Apart accidentally flips the spotlight onto her. Practically overnight, she's offered a record deal, shoved into the public eye, and faced with the one thing she's never had to do before: believe in herself. She's never hidden who she is. If you know Jules, you know she likes women. You know she loves loud, feels deeply, and flirts like it's an art form. With her two best friends-YouTube icons Larray and Tara Yummy-riding shotgun, and her cousin Mitch producing her debut album Think Later, Jules dives headfirst into the chaos of fame, queer identity, and what it means to finally stop playing it safe. She's funny like Sabrina Carpenter, soft like Gracie Abrams, chaotic like Tate McRae in 4-inch platforms-and the crush she's nursed on Billie Eilish for years? It's no joke. It's the kind of crush that could wreck her. The kind that makes her feel too much. But Billie doesn't even know she exists. Not yet. Because Jules has rules: 1. Think later. 2. Love louder. 3. And if Billie Eilish ever touched her? Kissed her? Wanted her? She wouldn't just fall. She'd let her.

An upcoming artist named billie eilish accidently texts the wrong number. Brooklynn receives a message from an unknown person when she was finna take her life. Could Billie have saved her life? Read to find out. (This book includes smut, self harm, depressive things, eating disorders and other things...I'll try my best to put trigger warnings but if I forget I am so sorry, It's probably best you not read this book if any of that triggers you.)

"oh my god, help. i'm dead. her eyes. her eyes, dude." ----- obviously willow had heard of the famous billie eilish already, i mean, how could you not. but until then she'd never really cared who that eilish-girl was. scarred from her past, willow liked the new feeling of being appreciated and soon falls for the singer. although billie herself, has struggles to come clear with her own and new feelings for the other girl. are they supposed to be? ----- - strong language - brief mentions of suicide and depression - smut ----- achieved: 2 in #lesbian (april 2022) 4 in #gxg (july 2022) 2 in #billieeilish (august 2022) 1 in #wlw (august 2022) 1 in #concert (december 2022) 3 in #billie (march 2023) 1 in #finneas (april 2023)

Kaylynn was 26, a small-town girl from Indiana whose life revolved around early mornings, packed lunches, and bedtime stories for her two kids. She was the kind of woman who always put everyone else first-until now. Music had always been her escape, and Billie Eilish was the artist who made that escape feel like home. Here entire life was kind of a secret though. She never truly got to be herself until she could. Thanks to Billie.

No one had ever saved her. No one had ever even seen her. she was her parents secret. Trapped. Scared. Silent. Until Billie did. And she refused to let her fall. - "i don't know what I'm doing wrong, i- i don't even know what I'm doing at all." she whispered. and then louder again, all the pain behind her ribs pouring out of her, "why are you like this? p-please! please just tell me!" Tw- mention of sh, smut, suicide if u can't handle that dont read. This story is 2019 Billie era- something's will also be from 2025 era aswell:) Billie-18 Blue-17

Billie Eilish doesn't do relationships. She does nights. Bodies. Pleasure without names. After the Grammy party, one woman is supposed to be just another night- a model: blonde, tall, dangerous, completely unimpressed. The sex is effortless. The goodbye is cold. And Billie is left with something she's never had before. Want. She keeps sleeping with other women. The model keeps her distance. Control shifts. Desire sharpens. Obsession creeps in. Because the problem isn't that Billie wants her. It's that for the first time- she isn't the one being chased. wlw, g!p achieved: 3° in #billie

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.