Delilah Brooks is Australia's most feared netball defender - fast, unshakable, and barely 5'0" of pure athletic focus. She's kind, grounded, adored by fans, and totally uninterested in celebrity hype. Her life revolves around three things: her mum, her team, and the few seconds of silence she finds between the whistle. So when international pop star Billie Eilish is dragged to a NSW Swifts game by her friends on a night off in Sydney, Delilah barely registers her in the crowd. But Billie registers her. And she can't look away. As one world tour collides with another championship season, Billie and Delilah's paths tangle across cities, stadiums, late-night texts, shared silences, and slow glances from opposite ends of the world. This isn't a story about fame. It's a story about what happens when the loudest girl in the world meets the one who only lets herself feel between the whistle.

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.

mazzie rowan never wanted to go to that party. she wasn't the type-more of an observer than the center of attention. but one wrong drink, one near-mistake, and one cold, magnetic stranger changed everything. billie was supposed to be someone to avoid-dangerous, untouchable, the kind of girl people whispered about. instead, she became the one person mazzie couldn't shake. pulled into billie's world of sharp edges, secrets, and heat that burned too close, mazzie finds herself caught between resistance and surrender. what begins as tension spirals into something deeper, something darker, and something neither of them can control. love, lust, and conflict blur together, and soon mazzie has to decide: is billie her downfall... or the only person who truly sees her?

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.

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. ⚠

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?

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.

M̶u̶r̶p̶h̶y̶'s̶ L̶a̶w̶:̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶a̶n̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ Murphy's Law: anything that can happen will happen Murphy McIntyre (@murphymack) is an influencer who came up in the golden era of YouTube. Somehow, she's maintained and even grown her following as social media has changed over the years. When her grandmother dies, the only relative she has left and the woman who raised her, Murphy disappears from social media for months. Upon her return, she's suddenly thrown into a room with Billie Eilish, a world-famous musician and one of the hottest women Murphy's ever laid eyes on. To her surprise, Billie shows interest back, and they quickly spark up a friends-with-benefits situation. But with Murphy still grieving, real feelings developing, and the scrutinizing media... what started as a fun fling has turned into so much more.

what happens when a wallflower meets a social butterfly? ============================== "my darling, you will never be unloved by me; you are well too tangled in my soul." ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 6/27/2022 ended: 11/7/2022 ============================== achieved: 🏅#3 in #billieeilish 12/5/2022 🏅#3 in #billie 11/1/2022 🏅#10 in #eilish 10/26/2022 🏅#12 in #girlxgirl 7/24/2022