None of it was real. Yet I spent a year looking for clues. Who, what, when, where, and why? Who made her this way? What does she know that I don't? When did she change? Where did she go? Why did I crave her? Her time, her touch, her secrets, her pain, her beauty. It was all such a fascinating lie. A mercurial hi...
"God, Billie, I hate how much I love you." A story where her closest friend became her enemy, then what? (g!p)
Sometimes I'm sad we only met during summer Never saw me in a puffer jacket, with red cheeks, cold hands holding onto yours.
when super model aurora grew up with the attention all around her from her parents meets the glass closeted singer who's stuck hiding, unsure on how to live. billie grew up in los angeles while aurora modelled for front covers of magazines in the heart of france, paris. She was born in lyon along with her two, much yo...
"She forgot me, and the world remembered her. Now, she's back-to play the role of the girl she left behind."
Gxg, smut, love, drama and all that shit. Arrogant billie meets confident Caliste and their worlds collide as they find something they both didn't know they needed, love.
billie x g!p hayley! what happens when billies therapist joins her on tour?
inspired by andré aciman's novel and luca guadagnino's film. julia has a summer house up north. not too far up since she lives in a luxurious chicago townhouse. beside her lake house resides a cottage along the same property, divided by trees as a fence hiding the two from sight. the cottage is used as an airbnb year...
Pretty Cora is a follower of Billie Eilish, her favorite artist of the last 5 years. At one of her latest shows, she finds herself sitting on a couch in Billie's green room, with Billie's arm around her shoulders. Billie is having fun, moving fast, and Cora is slowly following along, waiting for it all to come crashi...
♯ 💿 ⋆.˚ ┆𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ "𝐁𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 " ꩜ ₊ ⊹ ⋮ in which two ex best friends meet again with a lingering hatred and grudge between them.
The life I had built with her was gone, back to square one. But why did it feel so real, her touch still lingered on my skin. I had a longing desire to feel it again, but I had no idea where to look. And then I saw her again. I thought to myself, I must be dreaming.
