#loomis x reader

oh, where to begin...

Your family and the Loomis's had been friends for years. Your father and his father started at the same firm way before either of you were born.

Though, when you were, the two of you were forced to do everything together.

It was one of those family friendships where the moms forced you two to bathe together and take embarrassing photos (you know the ones)

As a kid, you always thought there was something a little off about Billy. He had that certain off-putting, empty look in his eye even as a child. But regardless, he was your playmate, and you followed him around everywhere.

Billy was your typical 80s rugrat. Mud pies, wrestling, zapping bugs with a magnifying glass. None of that was exactly your style but you kept up anyway. Or tried to. And it only got worse when Stu joined in.

To say Billy enjoyed your company was... an overstatement. He enjoyed it about as much as an eight year-old enjoys a girl cramping his style. He often tugged at your hair or scared you with worms during your games, smirking and teasing you however he could.

He didn't realize how much he'd miss you until your family moved away.

Your father had a new business venture he was looking into across the country, which meant you had to pack your things and go along too.

You didn't come back until about halfway through your junior year of high school.

You were nervous about seeing the boys again, but to your surprise, Billy wasn't there on your first day back. Stu, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He damn near tossed you over his shoulder when he ran into you in the hallway.

You asked where Billy was. Stu said that he wasn't feeling too hot and decided to stay home. And sure enough, your mother gave you a call after school to collect Billy's schoolwork for him, drop it off at his house, and check on him since his dad wouldn't be back until late

Reluctantly, you agreed. And it wasn't long before you were standing on his front porch, ringing his doorbell.

It took a while for him to answer, and when he did it was with a sharp, annoyed expression. You, though, were more preoccupied with the fact that he answered the door shirtless in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants.

The little shit you were once taller than now towered over you at an easy 6 foot, with abs carved out of stone. He was a total dream boat. And you were standing there like a total idiot.

"Can I help you?" he'd grumbled out, tone sharp, as he'd noticed you eyeing him up.

Embarrassed, you'd quickly snapped yourself out of it and explained to him who you were and what you were doing on his front porch. And it was then that it finally clicked for him.

"Wait a minute... you're (y/n)?"

"Um... yes?"

"Actually?"

"Yes?"

"I thought you and your family moved out to West Bumblefuck or somethin'?"

"Well... I don't know where that is, but yeah. We just moved back into the old house a few days ago."

Holy shit.

Not only had his childhood plaything moved back in... but she was hot

Like really hot.

And still as sickeningly adorable as he remembered.

Under his incredibly intense and calculated gaze, you squirmed. And after handing off his homework, you left almost immediately, wishing him a sweet goodbye before starting the walk to your house down the street.

When he made it back inside, Billy called up Stu instantly, telling him the news. Stu found it amusing and tried telling him some truly god-awful advice, which Billy ignored.

The next day at school, Billy purposefully bumped into you in the hallway, giving him an excuse to walk-and-talk you to class under the guise of "catching up".

You had thought it was a coincidence, but he had actually followed you into the school from outside, and had been hovering just moments before knocking shoulders.

Walking to class, you were pleasantly surprised by just how smooth and charming Billy was. He carried your books, asked questions about you, remained respectful. He was nothing like the boy you remembered.

When you finally got to class, he wished you goodbye, and you asked if he wanted to hang out after school.

Now here's where things got complicated:

At this point in time, Billy was right smack in the middle of his revenge plan.

He and Stu had already murdered (NOT RAPED) Sidney's mother a few months prior, and as of current, he was technically still Sidney's boyfriend.

Getting caught cheating on his grieving girlfriend wouldn't exactly go over well with his supposed kind, doting, good boyfriend image. But he'd be damned if he didn't try to pursue you. Sidney wouldn't be around forever (not if he had anything to say about it), and he really wanted to get to know his sweet little neighbor better.

So, he settled for playing in the dangerous gray area.

Not too friendly, but not exactly shutting anything down either.

"Hey... you're still good at math, right?"

"Good enough, I guess. Why?"

"Honestly, I could really use the help. This derivative shit is drivin' me crazy."

"Really? I mean... I could come by after school and give you some help, if you like."

"Oh, you'd be savin' my life."

So what if he was at the top of his Calculus class?

You didn't need to know that.

And that's exactly how most of the early parts of your "friendship" went.

You only knew the things he needed you to know.

So, to everyone else you were his cute little tutor. But to him, you were so much more.

Billy disguised your little hangouts as calculus help. Fail a few quizzes and get a couple Ds on a homework. You were completely oblivious, but he didn't mind. Especially not when he managed to derail your sessions to watch a horror movie or lounge in his bedroom.

His actions often skirted on the edge of suggestive and not.

Resting his hands on your hips to move past, pressing his chest against your back while reaching for something high up, overly stretching so you could see his abs.

He's such a whore...

But you're into it. All blushy and giggly and adorable and shit.

It isn't until you find out that he has a girlfriend that you sort of pump the brakes.

Technically, nothing of what he has been doing has been cheating per se, but you still firmly establish that you are not that girl, and your relationship won't be going anywhere past being friends.

Billy grinned and bared it, playing it off smooth and assuring you that wasn't his intention at all, and he was just trying to reconnect with an old buddy (and that's exactly what he told anyone else that ever questioned him about you)

You were skeptical, but you shrugged it off. As much as you hated to say it, Billy was hot... and sweet... and a dark part of you sort of enjoyed the attention.

But regardless, you were firm in keeping your relationship purely platonic... save for a few slip ups.

Billy was perfectly fine with the arrangement. If the boy was anything, he was patient.

And it went on like this all the way to senior year... and the inevitable murders.

Safe to say, you were scared shitless when when the news broke that Casey and Steven were killed. You sat next to Casey in Calc, and just like her you were often home alone because of your parent's work.

You vented to Billy about your fears, and while he still had to play the understanding boyfriend to Sidney, he assured you that if anything happened or you ever felt scared you could always run down the street to his house.

A year hadn't put a single dent in his feelings for you.

You were kind, you were smart, you were incredibly easy to talk to, and hanging out with you was the only thing that could take his mind off his blood-boiling hatred for Sidney and her family.

So, you had a subtle taste of scary dog privileges.

Even if you weren't dating (yet), the last thing Billy wanted was for someone to snatch you up in the interim. So he disguised his protectiveness and possessiveness over you as keeping his best friend safe.

...sure

Either way, he and Stu still kept things according to plan, only Billy made sure you were as far from everything as possible.

They continued with their spree and their scaring Sid until it was finally time for the big party.

Leading up to, Billy had been stressing about how he was going to keep you away, but by his crazy fucking luck, you felt sick and decided to stay home.

Oh, how you'd live to regret it...

You found out through the eight o'clock news that Billy was attacked, and you broke damn near every road law imaginable driving to the hospital.

Over the past year, you had felt absolutely awful for having feelings for a guy already spoken for. But you couldn't help it. Billy was perfect and sweet and kind. He was funny, he was strong, he always listened. He couldn't die before you told him how you felt.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, even with several stab wounds, Billy was happier than a pig in shit.

Everything went off without a sitch.

Sidney, Mr. Prescott, Tate, Randy, Dewey, Gale. All of them were dead. He and Stu were banged up (purposefully), but okay. The cops had bought every bit of their story, and as of now, it look like they were in the clear.

And cherry on top?

You had come rushing to his side.

It was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.

You were all bleary-eyed and puffy cheeked as you barged into the room, fussing over him and asking if he was alright.

He played up the pain for appearances sake, weakly asking you to lay with him, which you obliged.

With the gravity of the situation, you didn't think it was the time or place to say anything about your feelings, so you kept your mouth shut.

But in the weeks following, you were there for anything he needed. A person to talk to, a body to hold, an ear to listen. Which was often.

Billy kept a six month grace period before finally asking you to be his girlfriend, just to be on the safe side.

And you agreed.

And from then on, he was as happy as a clam.

Now that he's got you, he's not letting you go any time soon.

Time for the good stuff...

Billy loves any and all kinds of PDA. An arm around your waist, a hand in yours, stolen kisses throughout the day. He has no shame, and loves to stake his claim on you any way he can.

He's always been a cocky little shit, with no sense of time or place.

Type of guy to rest his hand way too high and way too inward on your thigh while at dinner with your parents, yet still be able to carry a conversation.

Loves to rile you up whenever he can.

You're usually very composed, so seeing you show some passion always turns him on (he thinks you're hot when you're mad)

Likes to call you babe or some sort of shortened version of your name. Doesn't really do the honeys and sweethearts. Could give a shit what you call him so long as it's not something stupid like sugarbear or pumpkin or something like that. He has standards.

Get used to horror movies because he refuses to watch anything else. No Pretty Woman or Sleepless in Seattle for you.

You thought the "incident" would tamp down his love of gore, but somehow it only heightened it. Something about living it for real added to the realism.

At first, you thought it was kind of fucked up, but you supposed everyone had their own way of coping.

Drive-ins are also a must.

Loves it when they turn into a steamy makeout sesh in his car. And will go crazy if you get his lap.

Billy is overall very touch starved. So any sort of romantic or intimate touching on your part's gonna give him the warm and fuzzys, though he'll never tell you that.

He is jealous like you would not believe, and quite controlling of you, too.

Very violent and vocal about it. Will get into a fist fight with the perpetrator if he has to. It is honestly the driving force of every fight you've ever had.

And when you fight, it's often knock down, drag out. Billy always seems to know exactly what to say to hit you where it hurts.

He never really means it, and often regrets it the moment it comes out of his mouth, but the boy's got a short fuse and not exactly all his screws tight.

Often after these fights, you ignore and avoid him at all costs. And being the sassy man he was, he tries the same. But the longest he's ever lasted was a day and a half before he came crawling through your window asking for your forgiveness.

"(n/n), you can't keep ignorin' me like this."

"..."

"C'mon, baby, I said I was sorry. What else do you want from me?"

"..."

"What, you want me to beg? What me to get on my knees? I'll do it, y'know."

He actually does it.

Tries to make it out in his head as him manipulating you (he's a narcissist like that), but in actuality you just make him pathetic.

The make-up sex is insane (any sex with Billy is, but that's a story for another time).

Stu loves you though, thinks you're the best thing that's ever happened to Billy.He fervently believes you two are a match made in heaven. You're like his First Lady, so all his goon fucks know not to mess with you.

It is almost impossible to fluster Billy.

He's such a down low freak, he's up for any outlandish thing you try to say to catch him off guard.

Since his parents and your parents are almost always gone, sleepovers at each other's houses are frequent.

He loves waking up next to you.

Loves waking up to you in his shirt even more.

He thinks it's mushy and stupid but honestly believes you're at your prettiest in the morning.

All in all, you're in for a wild ride with this one. But once you really dig deep, it's not hard to see that Billy really does love you.

And when shit hits the fan, he's one of the best guys around to have in your corner.