Walking away wasn't supposed to be the end of their story. It was the beginning of learning how to love each other right. But some wounds don't heal in silence. And some people don't survive it. Because the worst damage doesn't happen during the apocalips. It happens in the afterlight. The question is, how much of yourself can you sacrifice for love before there's nothing left of you to give?

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.

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."

[sequel] i'd never leave you if it was up to me. unfortunately, it was never up to me. - lower case intentional

"can't sleep." she said shortly, turning over. when rae is forced to share a tent with her bully on a school trip, they both face the same nightmarish struggles. lower case intentional. [tw] contains mentions of sleep paralysis, insomnia, nightmares etc. gxg

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

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. Their dislike is instant, 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.

Alana Spencer is an Air Force pilot from New York, built on discipline and distance. But when she meets Billie Eilish, her world tilts. Can you fall in love when your heart belongs to the sky, and your duty is to your country?

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?