Scarlett is a bold, confident girl who once lived freely and fearlessly, until one choice cost her everything. What once felt like love slowly turned into a cage, trapping her under the control of her wealthy, cold, and abusive boyfriend. But when she meets Billie Eilish, Scarlett begins to rediscover pieces of herself she thought were lost and learns what real love can feel like. Yet as their connection grows deeper, everything becomes more complicated and chaotic in ways neither of them were prepared for.

She was supposed to be just another game. Billie doesn't do love, she breaks hearts, she plays with feelings, and she leaves before getting too attached. That's the rule. Then Sienna shows up. Funny, reckless, sarcastic, and nothing like the girls Billie is used to. She doesn't fall for Billie's charm. She doesn't want her fame. And worst of all? She makes Billie feel. Billie can play anyone. But what happens when the game stops working?

"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 Bennet is at the very bottom of her life. Her musical partner and brother, Peter, just passed away in a car accident, and only now is she starting to blow up on the internet. His partner, Belle, is the only person who could possibly understand her pain, but their friendship is at risk over a secret: a ring Peter gave Valarie to keep safe while he gained the courage to propose. Now, her label is breathing down her neck, pressuring her to pick up the instruments she refuses to touch-to replace the one person who can never be replaced. Billie Eilish is everything Valarie could ever want in life. She has good friends, loving parents, fame, and most importantly, a brother who is alive. She is everything that could have been for Valarie if Peter hadn't died. Worst of all? She's actually nice. - - - 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.