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.

Madison accidentally texts the wrong number and starts an anonymous friendship with a stranger. Months later, she finds herself falling for two girls-the mystery texter and Billie, a friend of a friend she keeps running into. The only problem? They're the same person, and neither of them knows it.

I didn't go to that party looking for anything, if I'm being totally honest I didn't even want to go. But when her eyes caught mine, something in me shifted. My closed off self began to open up without warning. I've worked hard to build a life that looks beautiful from the outside-even if sometimes, I don't always feel beautiful on the inside. I've kept people at arm's length. I've told myself I'm fine being alone. Then Billie kissed me. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure about anything. This story is about us. About falling in love when you least expect it. About trust, and timing, and choosing each other again and again-even when it's scary. Even when it's messy. This is our Fever Dream. 🥇 eilish - 14.07.25 🥇 billieilishfanfic 14.07.25

billie stumbles upon an instagram page of an anonymous girl who she quickly becomes infatuated with. the only problem is, 'art' has never revealed who she is to anyone. will unknownart reveal herself to billie when she discovers a huge secret? or will billie fall in love with the stranger and get her heart broken?

sage, moves to la for the summer to live with her grandma despite sage's attempts to try and stay home. the problem is, sage has been anonymously messaging a user named 'pirate' online for months. and 'pirate' lives in los angeles. sage can't decide whether telling her online best friend she's in la is a good idea or not. because really, does sage want to know who 'pirate' is?

samantha had just got out of a 2 year marriage with a horrible man and is living at home for the time being. she is lost and confused. Until one day she meets a certain someone. Achievements🤞🏻🤞🏻🏆🏆 #billie #bisexual #LA #Los Angeles #billiefanfiction #drama

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?

A provocative music video. Two women forced into a performance of obsession. Billie plays it too well, every touch, every look blurs the line between acting and reality. For Elara, it was supposed to be just a role. For Billie, it might be something darker.

Lucy Harper is fearless, brilliant, and one of the most ruthless journalists in LA. When she lands an exclusive story on Billie Eilish, it's the opportunity of a lifetime. The problem? Billie already knows Lucy, because years ago, Lucy wrote a brutal article about her. What starts as a battle of sharp words and cold stares quickly turns into something far more dangerous. With a career-defining story on the line and a pull she can't ignore, Lucy is forced to ask herself: Is love worth betraying everything she's built? And what happens when she becomes the headline?

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.