#m. billy loomis

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@badasshandmaid​ said:  " I don't think I can do this."

The car idled beneath them; neon lights lit the scene, as rythmic music wafted in the air. They’d already crafted the necessary lies; it was their spring break trip- just a simple beach trip with some friends. Nothing scandalous, of course.

Billy had friends in high places, and scored them both fresh fakes. The only thing stopping them from going into the nightclub was the unwillingness to go.

“June,” He speaks her name, knowing the effect it seemed to have on her. “What’s the worst that could happen? You’re with me.” Billy did have a way of talking himself out of and occasionally into trouble. A talent he had at the ready at any given moment. 

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@nanlanmo​​ said  ❝things aren’t going quite as planned, are they?❞ to Billy Loomis.

Truth be told, no- no they were not going the way he’d planned- but he’d learned before what FREAKING OUT got him. Instead, he looks at her in nothing other than an admirable surprise. “What are you?” 

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Another house party? Didn’t these people know anything about what happened at house parties? Someone always wound up DEAD. At least Billy cold jive with the cooler air of autumn, and the general uneasy feeling the town seemed to develop as the sun set earlier and earlier each night. An opportunity for at least a little scare here and there would suffice for now. Billy sees his next victim, and slowly approaches his squeamish peer from behind. “You gonna grab a beer or just stand in the way all night?” Billy asked Randy, his voice booming in the room. 

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@icameasiam​ Continued from here. 

He was terrified of losing her- more than anything else in this world. It might be the only thing that Billy Loomis was truly afraid of. He loved her- or he liked her. He felt everything in extremes, and his feelings for her were no exception. She wasn’t like everyone else, and he didn’t want her to leave him alone. He could see the wheels turning, he assumed, to assemble all the reasons she had stockpiled for moments like this- He exhaled a shaky breath through his nose as his jaw clenched and he readied himself for the blow. His brows pulled together as he saw the well of emotion that rushed behind her eyes, and tears began to form.

He listened as she began to spoke. Confusion swept over his features when he realized she wasn’t just giving him a rundown of excuses. She was being bare and raw with him- she was scared of losing him. For the first time since he’d first been drawn to her, he found himself almost frightened by how surprised he was. He knew he’d had a pull on her, that the connection wasn’t one sided, but he’d never expected her to admit it- at least not in this moment.

His eyes trailed away from hers as she described how exhausting relationships had been for her previously; something he could relate to, on some level. His head began to shake as she tried to tell him to go. Darkened hues bore into hers as he stepped closer; an intensity of admiration behind them that only she would ever know. His hands cupped her face as his thumbs grazed the tears away. “I’m not walking away from you.” He spoke sternly, though his eyes said everything else.

“For the first time in my life I don’t feel like I have to hide.” He explained, his brows raising slightly as his dark hues never left her emerald ones. “I can’t make you let me in. But I can promise that if you do, I’ll never let anyone hurt you, and I will never hurt you.”  His gaze grew more serious as he spoke, and maybe he was being too extreme- his fear of losing her was eating at him. He just hoped that he was playing it off better than he felt. 

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@icameasiam​ continued from here. 

His eyes didn’t leave hers as she backed away slightly- a move that was completely normal, but left him with a pulling sensation anchored in his chest. Her eyes held his, and he felt himself getting lost again. His eyes blinked a few times as she spoke, his attention pulled back to her words, and he moved his attention to the sheet of paper in his hands.

His brows rose as she revealed that she had the same class as him, and he’d be lying if he said his pulse didn’t pick up as their eyes met again. History just might be his new favorite subject. “I’d hate to have a bad history teacher, so that’s good to hear.” He chimed, his tone a lot more playful than his usual demeanor, though the sentiment was genuine. He knew how to push off the vibes he could sometimes give- and how to make himself seem less threatening, something he’d had to learn how to do after being accused of murder. This time was different though- it didn’t feel as forced. He was on edge, but it wasn’t for the typical reasons.

Their walk wasn’t long, but it felt like it was- it took everything in him not to focus his attention on her, he didn’t even dare to steal a glance before they reached the door- He was swimming in thoughts and sorting them out was going to be impossible until he was alone again. His attention snapped to her irises as he let out a light laugh. “Yeah, let’s see how long that excuse works for us.” He mused with a slight smirk.

He opened the door and Mr. Perkins attention focused on them. “Sorry we’re late- I’m new, and I was lost.” He spoke with sincerity. As she had suspected he wasn’t upset, and Billy took the open seat beside her in the back.