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「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 01

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 2.8k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] gets a call from an unknown caller who isn't so unknown after all

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

My room was practically pitch black. The only light that illuminated the space radiated from my TV screen. A stupid, cheesy slasher film was on. Although stupid, I couldn't help but be entertained from underneath the mountains of blankets that buried my body.

I was transfixed by the movie playing. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except whether the final girl who ran around her house like a headless chicken would escape the slasher's hands.

Which seemed increasingly unlikely! I mean he was right behind her, and she was clueless about his presence! I grumbled under my breath, cursing at the final girl's obliviousness as my hand raked the bottom of the popcorn bowl. All I could feel were the kernels and the smooth plastic of the bottom of the bowl.

I wanted to smash my head against the wall at the feeling. I had run out of popcorn already, and my movie wasn't even close to the climax; let alone, the finale!

I struggled to free myself from my prison of blankets. My limbs stretched out and tore each layer of blanket off one by one, yet it seemed the blankets covering my body were never-ending. It was like I was the pea from that one fairy-tale, smooshed by hundreds of mattresses.

Eventually, I was able to free myself from my cocoon of comfort. My legs felt numb as I swung them to the edge of my bed, and dug my toes into the course carpet that decorated my floor. With a wabble in my steps, I began to exit my room and stroll downstairs to the kitchen.

As I stepped into the hallway I noticed the light from my sister's open door pouring out onto the floor. What was she doing with her lights on at this time of night? With curious steps, I moved in front of her open doorframe to find Tatum perched on her vanity, applying makeup onto her face. I raised an eyebrow at the scene. Why would she possibly be putting on makeup at this time of night?

"What are you doing? It's like 1 am right now," I leaned against the frame as I crossed my arms.

Tatum turned to me with an eye roll, and half an eyelid covered in a bright blue eyeshadow, "Stu's coming over." I mouthed an 'Oh' at her words as I realized her intentions with the makeup. A sly grin stretched across my face, "Wear a condom. Don't want you getting pregnant on us at your age." She threw a hairbrush at me from her vanity as I laughed at the annoyed look she gave me, "Shut up!"

With a catch of the brush, I turned away from the bright room with a laugh and continued my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I took steps down the carpeted stairway, my thoughts trailed back to Tatum and Stu. Stu was a good friend of mine. He had been ever since he gave me a copy of 'It' on DVD in the 6th grade. He had recently started dating my sister which at first was incredibly awkward. Especially since I had been crushing on him since freshman year, but with it turning out that basically every other night I would find a shirtless Stu lingering around the house, the awkwardness slipped away. Seeing a hot guy shirtless was one thing. Seeing a hot guy shirtless in my house that I had a massive crush on something was another, and I would be damned if I didn't take advantage of the situation.

A guilty feeling sunk into my chest. What am I thinking? It's wrong for me to think of my sister's boyfriend in such a manner! What am I; a perv? I shouldn't be thinking those things about Stu even if he's one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.

Stop it! I gave my arm a harsh pinch and hurried towards the kitchen. The faster I can finish making my popcorn the faster I can continue my movie and not think about Stu or Tatum.

I opened the pantry door diverting my gaze from shelf to shelf searching for the popcorn. The pantry was full of junk food, which I knew was the work of Dewey. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see Dewey munching on some sort of snack before he left for work. With some more digging, I eventually found my target and reached out to get it.

My movements; however, were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing; blasting throughout the house. I quickly snatched the popcorn from its box before heading off to answer the phone in the room over. I threw the popcorn package onto the sofa as I leaned against the wall picking up the phone, "Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking."

"Hello, [Name]."

I blinked a few times trying to process the voice. It was unlike anything I had heard before. The voice was hollow, almost sounding manufactured.

"[Name?]"

The repetition of my name brought me back from my mental space to reality. Collecting my composure, I apologized for my brief absence from the conversation, "Oh! Yes. Sorry. Who is this?"

"I don't know."

"You.. don't know?"

"I don't. Do you?"

I let out a small chuckle at the odd words leaving the unknown man's mouth, "Trust me with a voice like yours, I would've recognized you immediately. I don't know you, man. Sorry." I shrugged as I waited for the unknown voice to respond. The only thing I could hear was harsh breathing from the other side of the line.

"You do know me."

The response shocked me. What was this man getting at?

"I don't. I mean why would I lie to you about that?"

"Maybe you're naughty. Are you?"

My brows furrowed at the words as my mouth fell agape, "Naughty?"

"Are you a naughty boy, [Name]?"

My shoulders tensed up at the words. What a creep. I quickly hung up the phone, not letting the creepy man get another word out, and tried to shake off the conversation; however, it was the only thing my mind could focus on.

With a sigh, I picked up the package of popcorn that rested on the couch. I fiddled with the package nervously. Fiddling had always been a nervous habit of mine, and the creep on the phone had made it reemerge. I tried my best to focus on preparing my meal for the movie that awaited me upstairs and not the ominous ringing from earlier taunting my tense mind.

"[NAME]! I swear to god if you don't answer the phone I will come down there and claw you!"

The deafening sound of Tatum's screech from upstairs awoke me from the spaced-out state I had been in. My mind was so clouded by the creepy interaction I had failed to realize that the phone was actually ringing, and was not just a figment of my imagination.

I walked my way back to the phone leaving my popcorn alone. I took in a deep inhale of air to try and relieve my nerves. A phone call shouldn't have been freaking me out this much. Besides PTSD from a 2-minute at maximum phone call? That was pathetic!

I began to idly fiddle with my hands before picking up the phone. An uneasy feeling began to sink into my chest as I debated even suggesting a conversation with the unknown person on the other line.

"Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking." My voice shook at the otherwise normal sentence. I prayed for the caller to be a random scam caller or even a stupid, 12-year-old boy calling to yell, "Your mom!" in my ear, but my anxiety remained prolonged as no one responded.

My nerves were higher than I would have liked. I felt pathetic and weak letting this phone call take such hold over me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I let out a "Hello?" to the silent line. My voice was quieter than I would have liked.

"I love when you play hard to get. It gets me riled up. Do it again."

It was the same voice from before, and it felt as if my blood had run cold. My breathing got shallow and I could feel my facial muscles tense up.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

"Insult me. Deny me. C'mon, you know I love a good game of cat and mouse." The voice let out a cruel laugh, and it felt as if a frog was stuck in my throat.

It was silent from my end, but the other end of the line consisted of heavy breathing. I tried to calm my nerves, It's best to stay calm in these situations, right?

The voice broke out again, "Talk to me, baby! Why'd you get quiet on me?"

I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. Why was this creep calling me? Why was he so adamant about talking to me? What was his motive?

Just hang up the phone, [Name].  Don't give this weirdo what he wants. Just hang up. Besides your popcorn is about finished. Hang up.

I felt my muscles relax at the words. I couldn't let myself get so riled up over a stupid phone call. With newfound courage, I hung up the phone. The sound of my popcorn finishing rang out from the kitchen, and I left the tormenting atmosphere of the living room. At that moment it felt like the kitchen was heaven. With the smell of buttery popcorn and the absence of a phone, it was perfect.

I wanted to dance with glee. With the popcorn finally done I could continue my movie! Skipping over the stairsteps while tripping over my own feet I rushed towards my door at the end of the hallway joyously.

"Yo, [Name]!"

My movements were brought to a stop at Stu's voice ringing out to me from Tatum's bedroom. I stopped in front of her doorway to find him sprawled out on her bed. My eyes shamelessly checked Stu's lounging body out, and my eyes hooked onto the sliver of his stomach. Was that a happy trail? I wanted to strangle Stu then and there. Why did he have to be so tempting?

"Earth to [Name]! Are you there?"

His voice was drawled out in the over-dramatic way he does everything in. I smiled at him admiringly. Stu was a person you could get drunk off of just by his presence. Even if it's just for a second.

"Oh. My bad. Just a little spaced out today, sorry."

Stu sent me the fakest, most exaggerated 'scared' expression ever, "Did the" He paused looking around as if he was searching for someone to be hiding in the corner before whispering, "aliens eat your brain?"

I laughed at his antics before joining in, flailing my arms like a damsel in distress, "Oh yes, it was a terrible sight! They sucked my brains straight out through my nostrils!"

The two of us burst out laughing. Being around Stu was always bound to be a laugh fest. It was one of the reasons I liked him. Probably one of the reasons Tatum likes him too. . .  The topic of Tatum made me realize she wasn't in the room anymore. Where was she?

I moved into the room. "Okay, for real, where's Tate?"

Stu flopped around on the bed, "Doing some girly stuff in the bathroom." He paused before patting the spot next to him on the bed. "C'mon over here. Let's have some private guy time before Bridezilla comes back."

I laughed as I crossed the room to Tatum's bed. Taking a seat next to Stu, I played with my hands for the umpteenth time that night. It was a nervous habit, and being so close to Stu was definitely making me nervous. Which was totally stupid! He's been my friend for years. A stupid crush shouldn't get in the way of our friendship. But my mind still flew into a jumble being so close to him. What do I say?  What do I do? What do I think? My thoughts trailed back to the phone call. God! No! Don't think about that!

As I poked around in my brain for what to say I could feel Stu's gaze on me. His eyes felt like they were shooting lasers into my skull. Stu always held an intense gaze. Almost possessive in a way. Which made sense. If Stu saw something he wanted, he got it, and if he got it he wouldn't share it. Except with Billy.

Billy. Billy Loomis. My sister's best friend's boyfriend who also happened to be best friends with my sister's boyfriend. What a title. Billy was someone-

"You gonna talk or just ignore me?" Stu interrupted my thought process. I gave him a blank stare before shaking off my empty-headedness. "Sorry. Just a little tired. You know it's pretty late, and I haven't been sleeping much as I should. Like maybe 4 hours a day? You know, doctors say to get 8 hours of rest, and I obviously don't so my brain is like ahhh 24/7."

Stu smiled at me, "What's keeping you up at night, baby? Heebie Geebies?"

"Oh, I wish," I chuckled. Stu raised his eyebrows as I gave him a sly look, "I do think I know what is keeping me up; however, you won't believe me."

Stu just stared at me with that mischievous look he almost always held, "I bet a signed copy of The Thing by John Carpenter I can guess it."

"Really!?"

"No. Why would I ever give up that? It's priceless."

I hit Stu lightly on the shoulder, "You had me going for a second, man. Can't believe you would play with my feelings like that. I'm heartbroken."

Directing a mock sad face to Stu I fell back onto the bed next to him, "Okay. 3 guesses. Go!"

"A masked man is watching you from your window."

"No, but would make my life more interesting if it did happen."

He snapped his finger at me, "A demonic murderer is haunting your dreams!"

I laughed out loud, "A Nightmare on Elm Street reference; seriously? "

Stu just gave me this charming smile at my words, and I couldn't help but smile back, "Last chance, go!"

Stu let out a hum as he pretended to think hard, "Okay, I 100% have it this time. My rakishly good looks haunt your dreams at night!

I let out a fake gasp of shock, "I can't believe you got it right! Are you psychic?"

He stuck out his tongue at me and I laughed again. My mind was finally free from the torment of the phone call, and I never wanted to leave Stu's presence. He felt like the only thing that could get my mind off of the unknown caller.

Our time spent together was interrupted by Tatum coughing obnoxiously at her door with her arms crossed. She had a full face of makeup and changed clothes that hugged her tight, and I instantly felt the urge to leave seeing her so dressed up. An underlying feeling of wanting to stay with Stu urged me to not want to leave, but the awkwardness in the air was suffocating.

"I'll go," I raised my hands in surrender and began to exit the room as Tatum stalked towards Stu like a lion ready to pounce a zebra.

I gave Stu a wink as I yelled out a quick, "Don't be too loud, lovebirds!" before quickly closing the door to scurry away from the couple into the safety of my bedroom. The paused screen of the final girl being chased down by the masked killer made me get a queasy feeling in my stomach, bringing me back to the memory of the odd phone call, and I couldn't stand to finish the movie any longer.

Turning off my TV and setting the popcorn on my nightstand, I went to the radio, turned it on, and felt the soothing tunes start to pleasure my eardrums. Praying it was enough to not only block off Tatum and Stu's noises from the other room, but as well as my troublesome thoughts I began to fall into the comfort of my bed.

No thoughts were bouncing around in my head except for ones of sleep and enjoyment of the music playing. There were no thoughts of Stu, or Tatum, or the creepy caller lingering in my mind, and I wished to keep it that way.

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The sin.

This painting by Heinrich Lossow is based on the alleged events that took place at the banquet of chestnuts. In retaliation, he was later accused of “all mortal sins and the same time” by the church.

Louis Wain PNGs.

Boys be like "don't cum inside" while being soaking wet and spreading their legs and grinding against you

"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

the cosmic horror implications of timeloops are fascinating if you actually stop to think about it. because in order to trap someone in a situation like that you'd either have to reset all of time with each loop, which suggests a staggeringly horrifying scale of power and personal pettiness, or you'd have to isolate an area of effect to keep replaying like a broken record while the rest of time continues around it, posing potentially destructive consequences for the integrity of reality itself if people and things caught in the timeloop fail to show up in the present and effect change outside of it.

[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )

Better Times p. 1

As I have noticed people on this blog often don't read the longer works I split this one up. Happy birthday to me, y'all are getting hurt >;-) Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x gn!reader, Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo Request: halli hallo~ ^^ i wanted to ask if i could request something for solangelo x reader? i'm not sure if your requests are open, i couldn't find anything that said otherwise, maybe i read over it, or forgot a page? if that is the case i apologize! but if they are open, then i was thinking that the reader is just having an off week in general, things are just not going their way, and worst of all, their boyfriends are busy TwT then when the week is over, one of them senses that there's something wrong with the reader, but as soon as they get asked what's wrong, they just start full on sobbing- cuddling ensues? TwT solangelo is my biggest source of comfort right now, and the posts of them from this blog are always so cute and fluffy ^^ Word count: 1.8k Warnings: bad feelings, sad feelings, hurt (not yet comfort). -Asnyox Part 2

You would think that living at camp wouldn’t necessarily be more stressful than going out in the ‘real’ world. However, the distinction between chores and free time was non-existent. Therefore, you weren’t sure whether you were supposed to be working, taking time off and most of all forcing your boyfriends to take a break with you. It was impossible to convince them, because either of them had good reasons that what they were doing wasn’t too exerting of them, or should be put off until after you hung out. For Nico and Will finishing their duties meant free time, and the problem here was that it felt as if they were never finished with their duties, and neither were you. 

In short, you would have loved to spend some time with your boyfriends. Yet, Nico was busy relocating the troglodytes after their old home got destroyed, and Will was busy restocking the infirmary before summer. You were busy, being alone. You didn’t blame your boyfriends, of course they were allowed their own lives and tasks, and you respected that they were capable of doing their own tasks. You would just have liked to be able to relax with them for a bit, just a hug perhaps. 

It came to the point where Nico even paused your morning sword training sessions (did those count as a free time activity?), and Sherman stepped up to the game. You tried to kindly decline, but he didn’t take no for an answer. After your initial problems when training with Sherman, he seemed to have calmed down and gotten to a more ‘teaching’ approach. However, this did not mean that he would be pulling punches, or slashes in the case of sword fighting. 

That was how you ended up in the infirmary, under the worried gaze of your lover. Will carefully stitched the slash on your arm as you tried to stay silent. This was the most one-on-one attention you had gotten from Will in what felt like weeks, and you wanted it to not be a worrying experience for Will. Who were you kidding though, you were hurt so of course Will was worried. 

“Here, eat this,” Will softly held some ambrosia to your mouth. You carefully put your lips around it, grazing Will’s fingers in a soft kiss. Will used his other hand to grab your jaw, his thumb slowly moving over your cheek. You wished Will would kiss your wounds better, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. 

“Thanks,” you breathed and Will’s worried eyes softened. “Maybe you should wait with training until Nico gets back,” Will looked at you intensely, “You know, he might get jealous if you keep training with Sherman?” you laughed, although you wished Nico was there to get jealous, and take you away, and spend time with you. You hoped it didn’t show on your face. “Well I need to keep up,” you tried to push away the flutter in your chest, “You never know when a Sherman shaped monster tries to get me,” then you sighed, “I wish Nico was here more, but I know he’s busy.” Will hummed, as he turned to put away some of the supplies he used. 

“We can maybe plan a date soon.” Will suggested, “We all have been busy for a while now, it would be nice to just have some time with the three of us.” You nodded in agreement, starting to stand up. “Do you have anything planned outside of your infirmary shifts?” Will asked as he looked at you. “Training with Sherman, mostly. Everything else I can probably move.” you said and Will nodded. “Cool, me too. Whoever sees Nico first plans the date then?” he asked and you nodded again. But as you left the infirmary you already missed the shine of Will’s smile, and you sighed as you felt an unexplainable sadness in your chest. You considered turning back for a moment, before you noticed hurt campers coming your way. Right, Will was working and did not need a distraction. You moved out of the way, not sure where you were going. 

Just suck it up, you thought. You did not need to add to their list of chores. You were going to be fine. 

But, as you were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling of your cabin, you realized something. You were tired, wanted to cry, and still had tasks to do. So, you decided to make a deal with yourself. If you finished your tasks, you could skip the campfire and indulge in some healthy letting-your-emotions-out time, on your own. Sighing you sat up, took a breath, and went to face the world. 

Maybe you wanted to share some parts, but that would once again make it about you. If you could simply make today a good day then it will start getting better right, slowly? Just one good day, filled with love, spent with your boyfriends. 

Will was the one to catch Nico, and informed you that all three of you had time for a date a few days later. You hadn’t looked forward to the wait, but a few days was at least a set time instead of wallowing in the impossibility of seeing your lovers ever. Yet, as you met up with them, Nico didn’t seem too happy to see you. He wasn’t smiling, instead he stared at you intently. 

“(Y/n), love, are you okay?” he asked when you were within earshot. Will was next to Nico, already holding his hand. Nico wasn’t sure how to breach the topic, but Will and him had talked for a moment already and Will had voiced his worry about you not sharing your troubles. Nico saw what he meant, you looked restless and tired at the same time and there must have been something going on. 

“I’ve been,” you hesitated, “... tired.” Was this really the moment to admit it? You had been so strong for the week, and you just wanted some chill, fun time with your boyfriends. So, even if you felt like if you closed your eyes you might either sleep or cry, perhaps both, you didn’t want to talk about your emotions. Talking about them meant feeling them, and feeling was an activity you weren’t affording yourself right now. You want to feel fine, perhaps get a kiss, and move on so you could get these emotions out in a way that wouldn’t upset your boyfriends. 

Not that they would ever be upset about you having feelings, no, you didn’t want them to spend the day meant for fun times feeling bad about the fact that you perhaps had missed them, had felt a bit neglected in the past week. You knew they would feel guilty about not noticing your mental state deteriorate in the past week, or that you hadn’t told them about your breakdowns at night, or that you had not considered asking for as much as a hug in the past week because if you were to be safely in the arms of one of your lovers, you knew you would not be able to hold in the tears and hold up the walls that barely contained your emotions. These walls would need to keep standing until after you forcefully had fun with your boyfriends on a cute date with no emotional baggage shared. You wanted to be happy today. But-

“Are you sure that’s all?” Nico’s voice broke your thoughts. “Yes!” you answered a little too quickly, “Let’s get going, okay? We can talk more when we’ve put out everything for the picnic. Would hate to have our date cut short by the dinner bell, right?” Your boyfriends exchanged a look. “Are you sure, love?” Will grabbed your hand, “we can always hold the picnic in Nico’s cabin, have a bit more comfort.” You sighed, before softly grabbing Will’s face, and pressing a kiss on his lips. “All I am sure of is that I just want the comfort of my boyfriends during a picnic,” you smiled softly, feeling slightly undone by the kiss you just instigated. Oh, how you had longed for that, “Okay?” 

So, you went out together. The sun shined on you and you could feel how it was energizing you. The blanket was laid down, the food spread out, and most importantly, you were sitting between your boyfriends for the first time in a long while. 

Between the strawberries, hand holding and cuddles you finally felt at ease. You were glad that neither of your boyfriends pressed the matter of your well-being, even if you found them staring at you a little more than usual. But it was nice, conversation flowed freely. 

“How have the troglodytes been?” you asked, and Nico perked up. “They’re adjusting really well!” Nico probably was unaware that he was smiling. He tended to look younger when he got excited, and he truly did love the troglodytes, “They had been sad about losing some of the hats but have found ways that even I don’t know yet to get new hats.” “That’s cute.” Will said, although you knew he had had some reservations considering the troglodyte business- mostly because he didn’t like how Nico somehow always seemed paler whenever he came back from visiting them, as if Nico didn’t take good care of himself when he went to them. “It truly is,” Nico hummed, “maybe we could visit them someday.” you could see that he was excited for the prospect. “Maybe,” Will said and you hit him lightly on his arm. “I would love to, Nico.” you told him, and Nico nodded, a little less excited at Will’s answer. 

Eventually the sun started shining a little less, and you knew the day was coming to an end, feeling dread form as you were packing up. You kissed your boyfriends, before each of you went to your respective tables at the dining hall. Nico had said he still had to fix something with the troglodytes, one of the last things he promised. Will had offered to sit together at the campfire with you today, but you truly did feel tired. You couldn’t pinpoint why, so you excused yourself quickly, brushing off Will’s worried inquiries, before going to your cabin, laying in your bed. Today was fun, and good, yet you still felt like sobbing. Tears were already forming as you simply thought about the fun times you had during the day, the soft kisses and how your boyfriends looked at you. Gods, you loved them so much, but why were you crying? If today was good, why wouldn’t it fix whatever made you feel like this? Why, why, why?

i cannot explain it but these all have the same vibes