Billie Eilish One-Shots ❤️‍🔥

Halloween Special

AN: Happy Halloween Eve! I hope you find this one to be a treat! Stick around until the end for an important announcement!

Content warning: smut (18+), Ghostface roleplay

Female Reader POV

I walk into the party dressed as Drew Barrymore from the original Scream movie— phone prop, bloody wound, blonde wig and all. The only difference in my outfit is that I'm wearing a denim mini skirt instead of jeans. It's Halloween— sue me for wanting to be a little hot.

I wave at a few familiar people but I know the one person I want to see isn't here. I'm more than a little salty that my situation-ship with Billie wasn't enough for her to come to this party with me. I know that our lack of an official title has more to do with the complicated nature of her fame and less to do with how she truly feels about me. Still, I would've used my god given right as a girlfriend to make her join me tonight.

Regardless, she wasn't too impressed with the idea of being Ghostface to match with me. She said it was overplayed and I see where she's coming from. It seemed like the entire internet was thirsting over him and masks were selling out across multiple stores.

I think it could be hot, I had said when I told her we can role play with our costumes on.

What about your fantasy that is so attractive exactly? The serial killer mask— or the person you'll pretend I am underneath it? she asked, raising her eyebrow.

I mean... a young Mathew Lillard is fine as hell. I teased, landing me a pillow to the face.

Even if she agreed, she had a deadline to meet with a new single and couldn't attend the party. So here I was, dateless on Halloween weekend. I'm not going to let it kill my night, though. It doesn't take me long to get a good few drinks into my system and bounce from dance circle to dance circle.

Over an hour passes and suddenly I feel like I'm being watched. I glance around and I see someone dressed as Ghostface. Despite the surge in purchases of Ghostface masks, surprisingly the stranger is the only one I've seen at this party. I give the mystery person a smile and the only way I know they saw is because they gave me a slight head tilt.

I resume dancing but my eyes follow as they come closer slowly. Once they're in front of me, I gesture for them to dance too. When they don't, I let out a tipsy giggle and I take their gloved hands, swinging them to the beat of the music. They seem amused enough to finally join me, matching my movements in sync.

There's nothing particularly suggestive about the way we're dancing. As unofficial as things are with Billie, we've at least come to an agreement that we were only hooking up with each other. Plus for me, Billie's attention is the only one I actually want to entertain.

But then the stranger half twirls me and uses their free hand to pull my back to their torso. I am stunned by the way my body instinctively melts into them. There's a subtle scent in the air that I can't place but smells so welcomingly familiar. A comfort floods me enough to sway against them to the music, holding their forearm in place.

Our dancing makes their chest rise and fall quickly against my back. I get the sense that it's from arousal but also.. anger? The latter is even more displayed by the tightening grip on my hips that pins me to their crotch forcefully. The stiffness I feel poking my ass is enough to shake me from my unexplainable daze. Even though my body protests, I step away from them with some lame excuse about finding a bathroom.

To my relief, they let me go without saying a word. I cross the room and head into a hallway. I don't even wanna bother checking if the bathroom is available— it's not like I really needed to use it. I just needed to clear my head a bit. I go down to the hallway mirror to touch up my makeup.