Hired as Billie's photographer, Maven becomes her constant - always there, always attentive, always one step ahead. It feels like safety. Until it feels like surveillance. A psychological slow-burn romance where love isn't discovered - it's constructed, carefully and quietly - until Billie can't tell what's real... and what was engineered. Love, obsession, surveillance. Pick the difference - if you can.

She wanted to get fit for tour. She didn't plan on getting obsessed. Billie Eilish hires a trainer. Huda thinks it's just another client. Until Billie walks in - teasing, confident, impossible to ignore. Private sessions were meant for workouts. Turns out, Billie has other ways to keep her breathless.

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.

lily hummingbird is an aspiring unknown actress. she struggles and is doing everything she can to make ends meet. what will happen when someone who so quickly ruined her life and became her biggest enemy becomes just as quickly a part of her everyday life.

Being a coffee runner at the most famous studio in LA has its ups and downs. My only job is to stay invisible, keep my mouth shut, and make sure whoever walks through that door has everything they need. Then, Billie Eilish shows up for a session. While the room is full of people telling her exactly what she wants to hear, she catches me looking through the glass with a look she wasn't supposed to see. I know the rules. I know I'm just an intern. But when the red recording light goes dark and it's just us in the booth at 4AM, the lines between my job and my life start to blur. And I'm pretty sure I'm about to lose my job.

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.

my stepsister. She's everything I'm not-loud, reckless, untouchable. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But somehow, I can't look away. -------- "billie?" she said softly. i paused. "last night..." she started, then stopped, twisting the blanket in her hands. "was it-" "don't," i said quickly. my tone came out sharper than i meant. "just -- don't." she flinched. "i just wanted to know if it-" "meant something?" i finished, turning to face her. her eyes searched mine, desperate, hopeful. i hesitated. the truth sat heavy on my tongue. "it shouldn't have happened," i said finally. ---- •slow updates •intended lowercase • g!p • mature/ graphic scenes

Dakota Bloom had never cared much for rules. She lived lightly, guided by her own principles, never drawn to monogamy or settling down. It had always been easy to leave. Until she met Billie Eilish - and holding onto those principles became less certain.

they'd been writing together for weeks now. late nights. cold coffee that billie pretended to like. melodies that lingered long after the speakers went quiet. everyone kept calling it a dream collaboration. max kept calling it confusing. because sometimes billie would lean closer when they listened back, shoulder brushing max's, and neither of them would move away. and sometimes billie would pull back so suddenly it felt like rejection, even though nothing had been offered. billie hit stop. silence filled the room, heavy and intimate. "it sounds like we're lying," she said softly. max looked up. "about what?" billie didn't answer right away. she stared at the mixing board, fingers resting uselessly against the sliders. "i don't know," she said. "but whatever it is, it's throwing the whole thing off-key." (lowercase intended) gxg. intimate scenes will be written. this is my first book so be gracious. thank you & enjoyyyy👾 #1 in eilish #1 in billieeilish #1 in billie

when soleil takes a job working for a celebrity she already dislikes, she expects the worst. but billie isn't who she thought she was, and the line between professional and personal starts to blur. this is an enemies-to-lovers story about tension, timing, and what happens in between. will they cross the line?