"To me you are the star of my show still..." billie eilish x gip ©77-luvr

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.

gay billie eilish fans obsessed with love island uk unite? we're pretending billie is british in this funny gay slow burn enemies to lovers!

** discontinued, sorry :(** "oh shit, I was just gonna say hi but now I gotta say... I'm a huge fan man" Murphy is just as much of a superstar as Billie but something about that girl feels different in a way she can't explain.

She didn't come to the gym to flirt. She came to disappear. Burned out by fame, haunted by fear, and suffocating under the weight of being watched, Billie Eilish hasn't felt safe in a long time - until she steps into The Hidden Room, an off-the-grid gym built for people who want privacy more than attention. The owner is quiet. Intimidating. Covered in tattoos. Strong enough to lift steel and gentle enough to know when to give space. They weren't supposed to notice each other. They weren't supposed to linger. What starts as stolen glances and late-night workouts turns into something slower. Deeper, and far more dangerous than either of them expected. Because falling for someone famous means risking becoming a secret - and Maddy has already been left behind once.

Billie Eilish walks into a tattoo shop at 1:12 a.m. She doesn't want ink. She doesn't want pictures. She just doesn't want to be alone. Nyx Calder works nights for a reason. Silence suits her. Pain doesn't scare her. And famous girls with haunted eyes aren't her problem-until Billie keeps coming back. What starts as late-night conversations and borrowed cigarettes turns into something heavier. Something dangerous. Billie is unraveling under the weight of her own mind-depression, insomnia, intrusive thoughts she never talks about. Nyx doesn't try to save her. She just stays. Hands steady. Voice low. Presence grounding. But intimacy gets complicated when one of you belongs to the world, and the other refuses to. Still Breathing Next to You is a slow-burn, WLW story about desire, mental illness, control, and choosing to stay alive when someone finally sees you in the dark.

Being on a world tour is nothing new for Billie Eilish. But when her old manager gets fired, and Harper-sharp, stunning, and maddeningly professional-steps in, things start to feel... different. Harper's rule is simple: no mixing business with pleasure. But Billie's charm, wit, and raw vulnerability chip away at Harper's walls. And Billie? She's falling too-but fear, fame, and forbidden feelings make it hard to breathe. In a world full of cameras, pressure, and packed schedules, how do you stay professional when your heart's off-script?

Full credit goes to the original creator and writer of this book, bilspurpose. I noticed many people were requesting this story after it was unfortunately deleted, so I decided to bring it back for you guyssss. ⚠ This story contains mature content, including a lot of smut. ⚠

⌜𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯? 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦⌟ F1 and collage shit :) Fuck a description, am I right? UNCONTINUED