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[ofbillyloomis]

macheriism·:

“I mean if I can get laid every night, what’s wrong about this place? That’s like the whole point of a hotel, right?” They wiggle their brows and chuckle. “Should be very interesting.”

Tommy grinned carefully, eyes softening at the brunette. A spark of mischief crossed his features and he leaned back against the wall he stood against, speaking without even looking directly at Steven. “As long as it’d be with me, nothing.” He shrugged his brows and looked back at Steven again. “It should. Take a vacation, relax after all of our hard work.”

[ofbillyloomis]

noahdaviis‌:

“sounds like a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. who has a town-wide fucking sleepover anyway?”

"wow,” tommy hummed, raising a brow at the extreme man. “don’t fucking go then if it’s such an issue.” he dropped his eyebrow, tired of the hysterical people in this town. “it’s really that simple.”

[ofbillyloomis]

cleocase‌:

❝ they whine. it gives me a headache. i don’t like it. ❞ another shrug. she wasn’t shy about hating the people in town. well, most of them, anyway. some of them were pretty cool. ❝ atta girl? i like that. ❞

“you’re not wrong,” tommy responded, eyes rolling up, “and definitely not alone there.” it was true, the residents in this town seemed to whine more than anything. he hummed, tilting his head a bit as he looked at her. “do you?” he leaned forward, eyes sweeping across her features.

[ofbillyloomis]

cleocase‌:

❝ i did my own research. ❞ she says, shrugging her shoulders. ❝ if there isn’t yet, there will be once i get there. if i’m being stuck with the people in this town, i’m not doing it without being pampered in the spa. otherwise, heads will roll. literally. ❞

“atta girl,” he commented, nodding. “well damn.” they almost admired this redhead’s openness, his taste for tact out the window if it meant the spotlight wasn’t on him. “do they really drive you that m a d?”

[ofbillyloomis]

cleocase‌:

❝ you’re not. ❞ cleo says, lifting her eyes from her phone screen. ❝ it seems like the perfect opportunity to relax. and, if they’re offering an all-inclusive stay, then who am i to deny their workers the chance to really hone their massage techniques? ❞

“relax...” they sighed contentedly, thinking about all the things they would be doing to relax. “fuck, i didn’t even see anything about massages.” he grinned, looking chilled out even now as he thought about it. “is an entire spa day in question?”

[ofbillyloomis]

“I really can’t be the only one excited about this,” he shrugged his eyebrows suggestively, “getaway, can I?” He’d thus far heard a lot of negative thoughts about it, but a trip to a hotel sounded perfect to them at this time.

[ofbillyloomis]

kamryns-inthesequel‌:

“This day is already verging on being branded a ‘hard yikes’ and I haven’t even looked at a cup of coffee yet,” she sighed, thoroughly regretting that anyone ever bought her a bottle of peach schnapps in her whole life but whatever. “Hey! Not to be morbid-slash-gross but I’d literally give you my still beating heart if you have any caffeine and-or pain killers on you?”

Tommy stared at her as she spoke to him, an utterly blank look on his face until he finally raised a single brow as she continued. It was a good offer, but if he really, truly wanted her still beating heart, he’d take it himself without the offer. They tilted their head to the side, giving her a small grin. “Do I even know you?” 

[ofbillyloomis]

macheriism‌:

A sick grin took over their features. Just hearing Tommy speaking about such evil things had his blood pumping, excitement and eagerness meaning he was ready to go at a second’s notice. “I like your thinking, man.” It was oh-so hard not to tug the man closer and kiss his damn handsome face. But he couldn’t. Even if Tommy made it even harder by putting the weapon against his Adam’s apple. Smirking, Steven’s brow raised. He swallowed thickly, tongue running along his lower lip as he watched Tommy. “Later? Is that a promise?” They pouted though as Tommy moved away. There was the slightest of hesitations, if only to watch his friend walking away. “Hm, more pathetic people to knock off our list.” He spoke up once he began to walk in pace with the other once more. “What’re we thinking? Some cheerleader dressed up in a tacky cat costume? A nerd dressed as some stupid fictional character they wish they were?” He is too excited, practically bouncing with each step. 

“Of course you do,” Tommy grinned, running the backs of his fingers gently across Steven’s face, before deciding to give it a small smack. If he wasn’t so set on keeping his constant facade, he would have kissed Steven right there, and he knew they would have too -- it was in their eyes, and those eyes... oh, he knew them oh so well. “It is,” they promised quietly, grinning at the other. He hummed as they moved on. “Someone... innocent,” Tommy announced, practically snarling as they did so. “As if there’s even such a thing. They’re always the fucking worst.” He scoffed and shook his head as they walked, his eyes seeking out all the young passersby. There was something he couldn’t fucking stand about people who seemed just so picture perfect all the time, so innocent, so sweet. Again, they were always the fucking worst. He caught himself grinding his teeth just thinking about it. 

Spotting an angelic little thing standing with some friends by the cotton candy, he leaned in close against Steven’s side, speaking to them in a low voice, “Her.” They pointed casually toward her, eyes trained.

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[ofbillyloomis]

@macheriism @sofiecoyle

Masked by the dark, Tommy’s heart hastily picked up its pace in anticipation of what he knew he was about to do. Excitement coursed through his veins, causing his hands to shake -- barely noticeable -- as he waited to use the blade inside his closed fists. They’d decided on a victim only a few nights prior, Tommy and their partner in crime, Steven; a dear, sweet innocent girl with the face of an angel. God, it made him s i c k. 

They stood in a shadowed spot near the haunted house, lights flashing in the dark, and the massive crowd moving like a school of fish in and out of lines around them. Tommy clicked his tongue and elbowed Steven as he spotted the girl, entering the house with a couple of teenagers. “There she goes,” he whispered to his friend with an excited grin, patting their face almost lovingly before pulling his mask down and getting ready to move.

[ofbillyloomis]

macheriism·:

A dramatic, guttural grunt escaped Steven’s lips in response to the tug to his locks. Despite that, a beaming grin tugged at their lips. “Jeez, Tommy. Why you gotta be so mean, man?” He whimpered as he rubbed at his head, deliberately feigning his injury. Their eyes lighting up before they take hold of the bat once more. Steven stuck his tongue out as he cackled, something he’d done for god know’s how long. He looked like a bit of an idiot doing so but it seemed to be a habit he couldn’t shake. “Awww but picking on them is soooo fun!” Although once he heard Tommy’s ideas, he couldn’t think of better things to do. “Hm, I think we should terrorise people in the house, get high and then partake in these extracurricular’s you speak of.” Steven wiggled their brows, licking their lips as he tapped the end of the bat against his friend’s chest. “Unless you’d rather get into the extracurricular’s first then the other things.” Steven winked as he shifted somewhat closer, free hand clapping down on his pal’s shoulder.

It was all Tommy could do not to cackle himself at Steven’s actions, sticking his tongue out like the idiot he was. His usual poker face remained however, and he shook his head at his friend’s antics. “There’s a difference between picking on them,” Tommy said, then spoke the next part lower, looking at Steven pointedly, “and accidentally bashing their brains in at the carnival.” They offered a small grin, shoulders shrugging, “Besides... that’s not really our thing.” Tommy pursed their lips and looked away from Steven, scanning the crowd. As Steven tapped the bat against Tommy’s chest, they took the opportunity to take it from him again, holding it under Steven’s chin -- not threateningly, mostly for his attention... and it was quite a sight, making his next words harder to settle on. “Extracurricular’s later,” his eyes roamed down their body before making contact again, “I want to pick out our next toy.” He grinned at Steven, then dropped the bat on the ground by the game, stalking away and expecting his friend to join him.

[ofbillyloomis]

Despite the other’s orders, Steven doesn’t stop. They normally listen to Tommy’s orders eventually… Just not right now. There’s an almost smirk as he swings the bat, all but imagining the sickening crack the bat would make as it came into contact with someone’s skull. The thought stops him for a second, loosening his grip enough that Tommy manages to take the object from him. Their lips curl into a fond smile at the insult and rolled their eyes. “Might be but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”  They all but purred as they circled their way round to Tommy’s back. “What’re we gonna do now, hm?” His hands raising to rest on Tommy’s shoulders, massaging them before he’s draping his arms on the other’s shoulders, chin tucked in the crook of their neck. “Since you so rudely interrupted my fun.” A soft laugh before their reluctantly pulling away from Tommy, letting their hands drop to his sides. 

Tommy couldn’t help the slow grin growing on his face at his words, at his closeness. Really, it was true. He really wouldn’t have them any other way. They balanced out the almost annoyingly brooding, serious, and sometimes even boring parts of Tommy. A breath escaped him as a quiet laugh at the other’s actions, Tommy’s head tilting to the side as Steven rested against him. “Hmm...” They reached up and tugged on Steven’s hair before he stepped back from them. “Here,” he said in the direction of the carny, twirling the bat once in his hand before pushing it against the carny’s chest. Tommy turned to Steven, still standing fairly close, and laughed. “Not hit children with bats in the middle of the carnival... Terrorize the people in the haunted house... Get high and go on rides... Extracurriculars...” He pursed his lips. “So many options, my friend.” 

[ofbillyloomis]

ofninaperez‌:

She shook her head, though it was more at herself than them. She’d hoped to not be that obvious. “If you’re that into it, why don’t you go check it out?” Though her lips quirked into a smile, she was a tad oblivious to how flirty their words could be taken. “There are a lot of those running around tonight.” Nina mused, only turning to them once the cotton candy was paid for and in her hand.

"Oh, I plan to,” Tommy said coyly, eyebrows raising as he spoke. “A lot of them, hmm?” He looked down to the cotton candy in her hands and pulled a piece of the fluffy food off, popping it into his mouth without a single care as to how rude that might have been. “Are you not one of them?” they asked, showing that they had meant her with their comment.

[ofbillyloomis]

ofninaperez‌:

“I didn’t say it was bad.” Compared to the house of wax, that haunted house looked more tolerable, not that Nina had planned on venturing into either. She snorted at his choice of words. “As long as there’s blue raspberry left. Are you having any then or is it too sweet for you?”

"Well maybe not out loud,” they said, looking at her pointedly. Though, any fear of a haunted house in this town was entirely rational. After all, they themselves were a reason to avoid the place. “Eh, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Except maybe for pretty girls.” He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, the flirting being entirely shallow, not a single drop of real meaning behind it -- not that you could tell.

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[ofbillyloomis]

@macheriism

“Stop swinging the bat.” Would they listen, though? Probably not. Not at first. Tommy chuckled under their breath as they stood leaning against the carnival game’s booth, uncrossing his arms to rest his hand against his mouth. “Really, Steven, you’re going to break something.” Of course, they weren’t using the bat as they should be, you know, for the game, instead joking around as usual. Only a short moment later and they’d nearly taken out a little kid running past them. Maybe hitting human beings with bats wasn’t something out of the two of their leagues, but certainly not something the two would be doing in a place like this here and now. “Okay -- give me the bat, you idiot.” They grabbed for the bat, and even as he called Steven a name, it was said with a quiet undertone of care, as it always was.