"Two years ago she closed the door on me. I'm still standing on the other side" Sequel of 'The one i can't play' SEXUAL CONTENT.!

"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)

❝I can taste the pills on your tongue.❞ - - - Valarie Bennett is unraveling-running on no sleep, worse habits, and the constant pressure to play music. Every set feels like a countdown. Every day gets harder to survive. But she was never meant to do this alone. Not without Peter. He was her brother. Her partner. The one who made everything make sense. Now he's gone-and the world is finally watching. Then there's Billie Eilish. Too observant. Too calm. Too close. Someone who sees through the lies, calls her out, and refuses to let her disappear quietly. The closer Billie gets, the harder it is to hold everything together- and the easier it is to fall apart. Because some lines don't just blur- they break. - - - Started: 4/14/2026 (M/D/Y) Ongoing!!! - - - Disclaimers: heavy use of drugs and alcohol, mentioned nearly every chapter, so please don't read if this triggers you

Claire Connor is an up and coming writer and director in Hollywood. She's convinced herself that LA is just a vapid and inauthentic place, but it's where she needs to be to do what she loves. But what she isn't ready for is what happens when she meets Billie Eilish at a party. Will this ruin her or lead to something more for both of them. #1 in BillieEilish

Not even sure what this is about... Okay I really fucking like this story I can't even lie!!!!! I hope you guys like it

halley goes to UCLA, she lives in the same town as her favorite person in the world yet she's never even met her, billie eilish. her best friend, noah, a rising singer, invites her to an after party and little does she know that that one night will change her life forever... this is a billie eilish fanfic!! so if u don't like billie, read it anyway and you will start to like her🫶🏼

She tilted her head, studying me again. Then, voice quieter, she added, "You're gonna be okay, you know." I blinked. "What?" Billie smirked, nudging my leg with hers. "I know you secretly rely on my constant presence and magnetic charm to get you through your days." "Magnetic charm?" I repeated, unimpressed. "Yes." "You have the charm of a raccoon breaking into a gas station at 2 AM." "Thank you." I groaned. "That was not a compliment."

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.

"I only ever feel alive with her weight in my arms and she only ever breathes when drugs fill her veins." For as long as she can remember, Raven has only ever belonged to herself. Neglectful parents, fake friends and many bullies. To deal with the fact that pain never seems to fade away, she found comfort in all sorts of drugs and fell deeply into it really quickly. They made her feel like she was never alone. After all, they're the only things that can quiet down her mind and destroy her inner wounds. When a blue haired girl walks into her life, Raven feels like a shadow. Billie is everything she isn't: stable, popular, smart and most of all, happy. Raven is a nightmare and Billie is absolutely perfect. Raven tries to ignore her feelings for Billie, pushing her away again and again. Lies, violence, disappearances... She always runs back to drugs to cope with the danger of falling for someone. Drugs can't betray her, but people can always leave. But Billie never leaves. She falls hard for Raven as her light begins to dim while she gets pulled into Raven's darkness. Loving Raven isn't gentle. It's destructive and addictive. Despite the danger, Billie can't leave, deeply obsessed. Raven chases numbness. Billie chases the despair of loving her. When Raven finally stops running away, it might be too late.

Life at home is messy. My dad, once a high-flying lawyer, lost it all-fired, drunk, bitter, thinking the world owes him. My mom's sharp, always on edge, juggling her own shit while keeping us three kids-me, Emmy in college, and Trevor, nine-mostly sane. Trauma lingers like smoke. I thought I had no escape...until I found this anonymous group online. A place where people just dump their secrets, their mess, their shame-no judgment. Just words floating in the void. And I start sharing. Then I met her. Just a username at first. A friend, maybe. Someone who actually gets it. But she wasn't just a friend. Not even close. Turns out...she's a ten-time Grammy winner. Billie. Billie fucking Eilish.