Moving to LA was about chasing dreams - not falling for Billie Eilish. But between late-night studio sessions, electric tension, and stolen moments, Sophia finds herself caught in a rhythm she never expected. As the spotlight grows brighter, so does the pull between them. Will she resist, or let the music - and Billie - take the lead?

A Coachella afterparty. That was all Sabrina Carpenter signed up for until she walked outside and runs into Billie Eilish. Sabrina just can't help herself and for the first time gives in to the mysterious blue eyes she's always found herself staring into. But how will the two pop stars navigate their hectic lifestyle with a whirlwind of a romance?

Billie Eilish and Madeline argy. Do i need to write anymore?

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.

you read the title. all of these will be g!p btw

I ended up at Billie Eilish's merch table.

Evangeline Davenport has never heard the word no. Born into privilege and raised to rule every room she walks into, she's smart, magnetic, and untouchable. College is just another stage for her to own-until she meets Billie Eilish. Billie is everything Evangeline isn't. Unimpressed. Unfiltered. Impossible to control. Their dislike is instant, their rivalry fierce, and neither is willing to back down. But when hate starts to feel a lot like desire, the rules change. Lines blur. And soon, Evangeline is playing a game she's never played before-one she can't win without risking the only thing she's never given away: her heart.

Ezrie texts random numbers for fun, so what happens when one of those random numbers turns out to be Billie Eilish.

You are just a simple tattoo artist going through the motions of a difficult time in your life. But then you just so happen to meet someone famous, someone you never thought would affect your life in this way. Billie fucking Eilish

the relationship is toxic but we can't seem to leave each other alone.