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missing jacket

summary: billy's jacket goes missing, and he has a feeling he knows who has it.

tags: (implied) breakups, getting back together, heavy crying, angst with a happy ending, small mental breakdowns, reader has schizophrenia, kisses, cuddles, stu (mentioned) being a good friend, fem reader, use of the term 'psychotic' when referring to schizophrenia

this fic will be posted to ao3 eventually. please dont repost this fic anywhere else or plagiarise it in any way (this includes translations) tysm

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billy had turned his entire room upside down. he was going out to a party soon, but he couldn't find his jacket and he really didn't want to go out in the cold autumn night without it. the pale denim jacket had vanished without a trace much to his annoyance, he had even called stu to make sure he hadn't left it there by accident. stu assures him that he didn't, and reminds him of the last person he was with when he was wearing it. you.

that was why he was currently clambering up the lattice fence along the brick pattern of your house, old wood burning his fingers as they grip tightly to the makeshift ladder. your house was so much more annoying than sidney's. luckily for him, you left your bedroom window unlocked all the time, so he easily slips in. billy set the goal in his mind, that he would find that cursed jacket and get out asap without bothering you. his eyes scan your room, and he furrows his brows. the usually pristine room had been basically trashed, books everywhere and your shelves toppled over almost as if you had bumped into your bookshelf whilst running. your orange pill bottle was lay amidst the mess, empty.

billy's panic hightens, sure you two were on a break at the moment due to a rough argument about something incredibly petty and pointless but he still cared about you. sobs catch his ears, and he immediately follows the noise to the bathroom extended onto your bedroom. "baby?" he calls, trying the doorknob, and your cries grow worse. "baby, open the door." billy pleads, rattling the handle. "go away! you're not real!" you screech, voice utterly distressed.

"sweetheart..!" billy sighs, forehead pressing against the door as he pushes his weight against it. nothing. "baby, stand back. i'm gonna kick the door." he tells you, stepping away before kicking the door in. you yelp at the loud crash, cradling your ears as you screwed your eyes shut; curled in a ball in the corner. billy deflates at the sight of you, wrapped up in the damn jacket he was searching for; hyperventilating roughly as your body trembles with sobs. "darling.."

kneeling before you, billy gently grasps your arms, pulling them from your ears. "i'm here baby. c'mere." watery eyes peer up at him, and billy sighs a little; wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you onto his lap. "you're real-" you choke out, hands desperately grasping his cheeks. "i'm real, baby. i'm real." he assures you, forehead gently pressing to yours as you sob softly. "you're real- you're real.." you repeat, arms circling around his neck to squeeze him close to yourself. "deep breaths, sweetheart. just breathe. they can't hurt you."

billy sits with you, hands gently running circles over your back as you cry into him, body heaving with each rough sob. "you're gonna vomit, try to calm down." billy mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "in through the nose, out through the mouth." he sits with you, guiding your shaky breaths with his own. as you match his breathing, billy gently grasps your cheeks, wiping your warm tears away with his thumbs. "good girl." he whispers as your fingers loosen on the scruff of his shirt. "there you go. just breathe. i'm here." billy carefully runs his hands over your sides, head bumping yours as he presses soft kisses to your lips.

"billy.." you whimper softly, lips pressing against his once more. "'m here doll." he mumbles, cradling you close. "you're here." you add on, not pulling away from him, causing your lips to graze over the other pair. "yeah. came to get my jacket." he admits, nose bumping yours softly. "oh.." you whisper, hands smoothing down his shirt. "sorry." billy says softly, not moving you from his lap. "don't be." you mutter, exhaling briefly through your nose as your head falls completely against his. you must of been tired from crying so hard, and billy has no idea how long you've been like that for. "no pills?" he asks with caution in his tone. you shake your head softly. "the prescriptions available for pickup tomorrow." you tell him, and he nods. "i'll take you to get it, then." you sit silently upon his lap, head resting against billy's head. "how long have you been without pills?" billy questions, kissing your jaw softly. "a while.."

"how long?" he insists, nose brushing over your pulse and you sigh softly. "a week." you admit, and billy hums. "has it been bad?" you hide a little more into his shoulder, back finally relaxing and melting into him. "no... this was the worst day. mostly it's been small voices- like whispers, y'know?" billy hums in acknowledgement, but deep down he has no idea what it's like. "and shadows in my peripheral, or these sort of transparent people." you finish, and he hums. "okay.. as long as it's not been too bad." billy mutters, finally standing with you still bundled in his arms.

your legs wrap around his waist to accommodate the sudden lift, and billy gives your busted doorknob a glance. "hope your parents wont be too mad about that." he mumbles, walking to the bed with you. "just rest, okay? i'm gonna clean all this up." he mutters, and you nod a little, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket. you were way too tired to argue with your (half) ex, watching him stand your bookshelf up and slot the books back into place in a neat order. he clearly didn't know what books were in a series, so a lot of them got separated- something you'd have to fix later. billy sets the orange pill bottle upon your bedside table, giving you a glance with soft brown eyes. "where were you going?" you ask softly, chewing your fingernail due to habit.

billy gently swats your hand away, disliking your nervous habit. "what?" he questions, sitting upon the side of your bed. "you were looking for your jacket. normally you only wear it when you're going out." you note, clasping your hands together so you wouldn't bite at your already bitten down fingernails. "oh, right.. stu's holding this big party tonight. i wanted to wear it." billy glances to the denim that swallowed your form. it was about 2 sizes bigger than you. it was cute. "no dates?" you ask quietly, avoiding his gaze as you pull your knees up, wrapping your arms around them.

"no dates." billy assures you, and you hum. "okay.." you whisper, staring at your duvet's pattern with a blank expression in your eyes. billy watches you silently, trying to guess what you were thinking instead of just asking. "was it easier?" you mutter, and he furrows his brows. "dating sid, i mean." meeting his eyes, you look sombre.

"what d'you mean?" billy asks, brows knitted together tightly. "well, she's everyone's dream girl. good grades, good reputation, kind to everyone. must be better than someone who's fucking psychotic." you practically seethe, but not at him, he could tell. "you're not psychotic." billy frowns, hand gently rubbing your arm. you glance at him silently. "you just found me having a breakdown in my bathroom shouting that you're not real." you grumble stubbornly. "it's not your fault." he doubles down, moving to sit beside you; his back pressed to your headboard. almost instinctively, his arm raises and you curl into his side, your eyes fluttering closed as you listen to his gentle heartbeat in his chest. billy engulfs your upper body with his arm, cradling you to himself as you both sit basking in each other's presence.

"i missed you." billy finally admits, and he feels you shuffle a little. "missed you too." you mumble, pressing your face to his ribs as you try to shuffle closer. "i'm sorry for yelling at you like that the other week." he looks away dejectedly before pulling your body into his lap. your legs were kicked sideways over his lap, leaving you to huddle to his chest; your side pressed to his torso. "it's okay. i'm sorry for kicking you out." you mutter, arm circling around his back to pull him closer. "no, don't be.. i deserved to get kicked out." billy sighs, forehead meeting yours. "i was being stupid. i'm sorry."

your fingers gently stroke his side, forehead bumping his jaw as you settle against him; exhaustion setting it. "still love me?" billy mumbles, smiling a little. "of course." you whisper, tilting your head back to press a gentle kiss over his pulse. "thank god. stu was moping thinking we genuinely broke up." billy laughs softly, it's breathy and attractive. "his world would shatter. he genuinely wants us to get married, you know?" you smile a little. neither of you wanted to get married, you've both discussed it, but stu was very determined.

"i know." billy sighs, cheek pressing against the top of your head. your free arm, the one not circled around his back, rises up to hook around his neck so you could coddle him impossibly close. billy chuckles, falling over with you so you were both lay sideways across your bed. you let out a soft giggle too, cuddling into him properly as your hands slide under his shirt, the warm skin across his back warming your cold palms. if it bothers billy he certainly doesn't say so, his forehead presses to yours as your noses bump slightly. "are you still going to that party? i can give back your jacket." you say, going to sit up when he pulls you back down. "no, it's fine. he'll get over it. i wanna hold you right now." your boyfriend responds, arms engulfing you. "and keep the jacket. you look cute."

with a soft laugh, you fluster slightly, linking legs with billy as the two of you cuddle up to each other. for once in the past week, things seemed quiet. there was the occasional hushed whisper or strained yell, but you were too busy with billy's presence to properly acknowledge it all. "get some sleep, baby. we'll go pick up your meds tomorrow." billy speaks softly, and you hum as he shuffles with you so the two of you were upright. you compliantly follow him under the covers, head resting upon your favourite pillow as you latch onto billy again. "i love you." billy mumbles, kissing your lips softly as you hum. "i love you too."

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x female reader #ghostface x reader #// 🕊 hhalobaby

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hhalobaby · 2 years

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my main killers with an s/o who likes hugging their arm

pairing(s): frank morrison/reader, danny johnson/reader, caleb quinn/reader, michael myers/reader, rin yamaoka/reader

tags: clinginess, arm-hugging, hand holding, fluff, some domestic stuff, some suggestive behaviour (danny)

please dont repost this fic anywhere else or plagiarise it in any way (this includes translations) tysm

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frank morrison

he likes it a lot

it fills him with pride whenever you cling to his arm and press close to him

he can literally show you off as his like this to everyone who's willing to look

but he's also from a fucked up past so he literally craves all affection from you

so yeah, frank loves it

he might not always return your affection but he gets a little fussy if you dont cuddle up to him for a certain period of time

he prefers showing his love through kisses, an arm around your waist or you sitting on his lap

will sometimes slip his hand into one of yours to assure you that he does in fact love your clinginess, he's just not great at reciprocating the way you do it

when you're both out doing stuff he'll hold his arm out for you so you can link arms with him (it makes him feel like a gentleman)

danny johnson

unlike frank, he demands you hold onto him when you're out in public.

in his mind, it shoos away creeps that try to talk to what's his

indulges your clinginess with his own clinginess, i.e: hugging from behind, a hand always on you somewhere, arm around your shoulders or waist, ect

sometimes he'll tease you, but he'll never turn your affection away

will go nuts if you kiss his shoulder

he comes from a pretty broken family (like frank) so he also thrives off of all your affection

it fills his ego that you're his and his alone. also fuels his love for you

sometimes he plays into a more dominant roll and teases you about it in a different way ("you have to be all clingy, right baby?")

he feels a little odd when you're not hugging onto his arm, so he immediately seeks you out to cuddle

caleb quinn

this old man is from a completely different time period, so he likes it but still finds it a little odd to get used to

don't get me wrong, he loves you being all touchy with him, he's just not used to men having their women hang off of them

the ladies in glennvale were all respectable and kept to themselves, so this was a very nice change of pace

will use you hugging him to tug you to his chest

loves when you sit on his lap when he's working on projects, but you will have to mainly sit on his good leg to avoid the bad one aching.

when he's angry he prefers to be left alone to brood, so if you don't know and go to latch onto him he'll snap at you

approaches you later with a mumbled apology and a tight hug

learns to love linking arms with you, he finds it intimate to be so close whilst walking somewhere or just in general

michael myers

he doesn't get it. like at all.

why are you only hugging his arm? why weren't you hugging him directly? had he upset you??

is so confused, but learns to live with it as you pretty much always held his arm.

he quickly catches on that you do it to be close to him, and he will silently inch to the idea of you hugging his arm

for example, if you're stood nearby and not doing something, he'll nudge his arm against yours so you'd hold onto it

i feel like he'd raise his arm whilst you're holding it just for fun. he likes when you dangle from his arm, it makes him feel strong

his own love language is just his presence at first, but eventually he'll initiate some small hugs/hand holding (tbh holding his hand is like having your hand stuck in a vice, he hasn't mastered that yet)

whilst sat cuddled into his arm he'll rest his head upon yours if you're lucky

rin yamaoka

soo... her arms a little odd to hold

one of them is in literal pieces, so you'd feel a little awkward trying to hug that one

so you take to hugging the other (less chopped up) one instead

rin immediately panics because her body is littered with glass shards, she doesn't want to hurt you!

it made cuddling with her a little awkward, because to be honest sometimes you forget and hug her then get stabbed by glass

she will openly tell you that she'd rather hold your hand (with her left hand of course) to prevent you from getting hurt

she would absolutely love to cuddle with you like a normal couple, but with her body being as it is she thinks it would be a little dangerous and awkward

she does like to make you laugh though, so she'll extend her arm a little further than it's supposed to go so her hand is literally just floating around you

it's great for giving across the room high-fives or distant hand holding <3

#rin yamaoka #rin yamaoka x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #caleb quinn #caleb quinn x reader #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #// 🕊 hhalobaby

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