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

SEQUEL OF: TALK TO ME Avril thought silence would keep her safe. But after Billie made her speak again, everything turned out to be different. But she still carries one secret, hidden behind the walls she only pretended to break down- the name of the boy who broke her, the truth that could send Billie spiraling into uncontrollable rage. But Billie isn't just the fearless girl who made Avril speak again. She's still the leader of a gang, caught between violence, loyalty, and a dangerous world that could swallow them both. As secrets tighten around them, Avril and Billie are forced to fight for their love, their survival, and a future that seems impossible. Because once the truth comes out... nothing will ever be the same --- Trigger Warning ⚠️: smut, abuse, violence, r4pe

ᴅʏꜱᴛᴏᴘɪᴀɴ ᴀᴜ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃... a secluded survivalist living deep in the forest saves a wounded stranger, unaware she's harboring the government's most wanted journalist, a woman accused of treason for daring to tell the truth. Together, they learn that in a world where silence is survival, love itself can be an act of rebellion. #2 in angsty 11/19/25

the world is watching now. every glance. every touch. every kiss. fans, paparazzi, the press - they are hungry for a story, desperate for cracks in the perfect picture. on the surface, sabrina carpenter is still everything she's supposed to be: polished, perfect, in love. but loving billie eilish in private was easy. loving her in public? that's another story. and somewhere, hidden behind the cameras, something darker is still waiting. because heat doesn't disappear. it lingers. and some flames don't burn out. they just find new ways to spread. SMOKE the second chapter in the "HEAT" series [lowercase intended]

Lorelei Estelle is the girl everyone thinks they know. Online, she's reckless, confident, untouchable. The girl with the parties, the vlogs, the life that looks perfect through a screen. But the truth is messier-late nights that never end, mornings she can't face, and a version of herself she hides behind smoke and alcohol. Then one video changes everything. A rant, a name she refuses to say out loud... and a storm of comments convinced she's talking about Billie Eilish. Maybe they're wrong. Maybe they're not. Either way, Lorelei's about to learn that hate and obsession aren't as far apart as they seem. Achievements 🥇 #billiesmut 🥉 #billiefanfiction 🥉 #pushandpull 5 #billiefanfic 6 #eilish

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)

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.