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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NON-MC FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

I've been complaining about how much I'm crying over non-mc fics nowadays and a lovely commenter suggested I share some. I probably missed some other amazing works so please feel free to leave more in the comments. To all the amazing creators I have mentioned here thank you for putting your hard work out there for people like me to enjoy. Here are my recommendations ❤️🩷

The Cure to His Curse by @makingfanfictionstosleep

The Cure to His Nightmares by @makingfanfictionstosleep

The Cure to His Burdens by @makingfanfictionstosleep This series is so good that I've been staying awake, not sleeping, because of these 🤣🩷. Absolutely love them and can't wait to read more!

You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) by @orphicmeliora There is just something about reading Zayne realize he fucked up and start working for it. It just hurts SO GOOD. Brilliant fic. Brilliant author.

Letters Unsent by @orphicmeliora ABSOLUTE CINEMA. I am not joking when I say I was sobbing in my bed after reading this.

Ever, Ever After by @kannady It's crazy how much I can feel the non-mc's pain in this one. I am rooting for them so much 🥹🩷

Gravity Hurts (you made it so sweet) by @kitimeq Caleb acting like a loser and being hit by consequences hard I was HOLDING MY BREATH reading this. Love it 😭

He Leaves You Out Like a Penny in the Rain by @icarusignite Again, Zayne. Again, brilliant work 🗣🩷

Another Zayne piece you can find here by @cno-inbminor I can read hundreds more of these and I will want more.

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౨ৎ⊹. BOYFRIEND!KENJI HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of Emiko, Emi and Mina, Ultraman form, Kenji being a little needy (once again), fluff, a little something to warm our hearts and minds so dreamy.

── word count: 683!

⭑.ᐟ Underneath, and sometimes over, tight-fitting t-shirts and extremely expensive fabrics, wear a necklace; however, there is something special there. — His promise ring hangs on the gold chain; like a talisman, something that surrounds he with luck and passion. — Staying attached and close to you, even with a small object.

⤷ If he needs to think or try to decide something dramatically important and you're not around, Sato will take his fingers to the necklace and hold the ring; looking for guidance. — Oh, and waking up, before him, and contemplating that shiny and significant piece, which rests on his broad chest, is angelic.

⭑.ᐟ It's not uncommon to feel, in the middle of the night, Kenji's face trying, persistently, on your neck; readily, wanting to harness the huge and strong body between your. — He doesn't care about the grotesque difference in size, just at that moment, and he doesn't give up.

“Kenji, be careful…!” — Your voice, fully, drunk with sleep and maintaining stillness, murmured between the boy's black and shiny locks; who only responded with a snore, more like a purr and clinging even tighter to you.

⭑.ᐟ Sato can't keep his hands off you, no matter what's going on, what you're doing or what simple task you're performing; hands on your waist, kisses on every exposed and revealed part of your body, thin and wide fingers catching on some part of your clothes. — Don't be upset with him, this poor man is in love with you.

⤷ One day, Mina compared him to a sloth and obviously got a frown of disapproval and the adorable Emi observes how her “father” remains so attached to her “mother”. — Even laughing and grunting when he saw a completely sleepy and desperate Ken crawling towards you.

⭑.ᐟ Please, we have, we need to talk about all the times Kenji and Emi train together, most of the time, being just leisure moments, you sit in the stands, virtually, scheduled and cheer for them; accompanied by Mina. — The feeling of nostalgia, remembering an incredible part of his life, is exposed in Ken's chest; remembering his mother.

⭑.ᐟ I can easily imagine Ken pressing his nose against your cheek or neck wanting your attention; also, when he wants to show you the way Emi is sleeping, enjoying the baby's sweetness. — And, together, pressing his forehead against yours during countless moments of the day and night, when you get home after confronting some creature and every time he want to say "i love you" to you.

⭑.ᐟ This man knows you like the back of his hand; no one can disagree or dispute this fact. — Kenji pays attention to your gestures, noticing your body language and, for a matter of seconds, he knows that something is bothering you; and, there he is, dedicating himself, with all his attention, to doing his girl well.

⭑.ᐟ Funny situations, for Ken, between you and his Ultraman form are included in your lives. — Once, while chasing Aboras, he ended up finding you on the street, wanting to go home, and clearly he was distracted by wanting to cause a provocation. — Mina gave the boy a long, and rightly so, scolding.

“Go back to the house, young lady.” — The robotic voice filled a part of the city's environment, wanting to convey an authoritarian image. — “You know…” — He pointed one of his gigantic fingers in your direction, then towards the place he was. — “The streets have been very dangerous lately.” — Oh, you stopped yourself from answering him like you really wanted to.

“Thank you, so much, for the advice, Ultraman.”

⭑.ᐟ There are nights — many, many nights — that Ken spends watching, contemplating you sleeping, peacefully; your face remained full, without signs of tiredness, exquisite and messy locks spread out, this was adored by the player's eyes. — Between seconds of fascination, Kenji longed, dreamed, deeply and painfully, of his mother meeting you; this way, she would have the chance to know the light that raised her dear son.

⤷ Kenji prospers, sometimes praying, that one day his mother will return, safe and sound, and be able to achieve what he wants so much in his life.

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aw yeah bluey time

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Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home–”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

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Do u know what's DISGUSTING? It's when you have to remove insects from the only loaf of bread you're allowed to eat each day, but to make fun of ourselves, we call these insects "free protein." And as the saying goes, when you're hungry, your mind shuts down. Now I cover my nose when eating a loaf of bread so I don't smell it, and I avoid looking at it so I don't see the insects… But that's not important, there's worse. Malnutrition is starting to affect my 6 y.old brother , as intestinal worms are eating away at her body from the inside out and destroying her health. So, I'm appealing to you all to donate so I can buy a clean bag of flour for $500 and provide treatment for her. She's slowly dying… Or by PayPal  My campaign has been verified. Donation link here or PayPal here Verification here Thank you for your time, and thank you to every heart that still feels with us.

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extremly urgent! my friend shadi @shadeesam053 is a 22 year old bombing surviver from gaza that is currently undergoing treatment for vision loss and needs all the money he can get.

shadi needs to raise around kr500K in order to stay affloat in gaza while preventing his condition from worsening.

his campaign is still very low on support, with no new donations received in the past 5 days. please go help him out!

gfm link / vetted by @gazavetters (number #363)

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URGENT!! PLEASE DONATE TODAY TO SAVE A BABY!!

My friends @a00h3 live in Gaza. Their baby has cancer; we urgently need $900 to pay for his life-saving surgeries. Please donate to help the baby live!!

I beg of you, don't just reblog. Donate, whatever you can is useful. The account is vetted by @90-ghost , @gazavetters (#576) , and @bilal-salah0. Gofundme takes too long, you can dm @a00h3 if you want to confirm that paypal goes to them. Please help.

If you're gonna donate, please don't mention Raneen or Ahmed Hammad in the paypal message. PayPal is racially profiling and it is retaining all money that accompanies that name. PLEASE HELP MY FRIENDS SURVIVE THIS INJUSTICE!!

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A 14 year old girl flushing her miscarriage down the toilet can be charged with mutilating a corpse, but keeping a dead woman on life support for 120 days then cutting her open to extract a 2 pound fetus because her dead body was decaying too fast to sustain the pregnancy any longer is not only legal but compelled by law. America/the world/men hate women so much.

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Zayne x CrushingNurse!Reader | Part Four

When the joke stops being funny ( time for angst muahaha )

Part One • Part Two • Part Three

Love and Deepspace Masterlist

I | It started when you dropped a pen after Zayne passed by, and one of the nurses whispered loud enough for others to hear, “Careful, she might faint. He breathed near her.” You were shocked, still you laughed with them. That was the first time you didn’t meet Zayne’s eyes all day.

II | You used to prep his morning coffee without being asked. One day, a colleague asked, “Are you trying to date him or adopt him?”

You did not know how to answer her, you could only watch her walk away as she chuckled to herself. You could feel the warmth spread up to your cheeks, embarassment running through every single vein in your body- you threw the coffe you prepared down the sink, both yours and His. Later on, Zayne passed by the desk you were standing at and asked, “Are the coffee machines broken?”

You bit your lip as a pang of guilt - and embarassment again - hit you right in your chest. "No, they are not broken." You answered and looked back at your screen right after, quietly dismissing him. He stood there for a moment, you could feel his eyes inspecting you and you did your best to keep a poker face- after a few seconds he quietly walked away.

III | You started sitting at the far end of the table during meetings. Zayne glanced toward your usual spot. When his eyes passed over you, you looked down. He did not say a word about it, but the way his tone turned clipped for the rest of the briefing? He did not have to.

IV | A group of nurses giggled when you rushed into the OR after being called by Zayne. One said, “She gets summoned and sprints like she’s about to get proposed to.” You tried to laugh. It cracked in the middle. You were used to these comments coming from Mc- but you had built somewhat a friendship with her, these were just your collegues. Collegues whom you definately did not have the kind of bond with to be making such jokes. But, it's fine. They were just joking, they did not meet any harm.

V | You stopped wearing the pretty clip you used to use for your hair. The one Zayne had gotten for you as a birthday present. You had been shocked, but so excited when he congratulated you and had worn the golden hairclip ever since. Until a nurse asked you, "Do you wear it because your hair actually gets in the way or just because a certain doctor gifted it to you?"

VI | Zayne asked you a question and you stuttered again - usually you just laugh it off and Zayne raises and eyebrow. This time, you saw the same nurses that had been dropping comments about you chuckle as they looked your way. You just apologized and walked off mid-sentence. He stared after you for a beat too long, lips slightly parted like he might call out. He didn't.

VII | One of the new nurses caught you staring at Zayne across the hallway and whispered, “Dream smaller.” What? It wasn’t loud. But loud enough for the people nearby to chuckle. You chuckled with them, even though the knife that had been stuck in your chest these past weeks twisted even further.

VIII | Zayne corrected a minor error in your notes. Usually, you’d flush and nod and promise to fix it. This time, you just said, “Yes, Doctor,” and turned away before he could say more. He watched you walk off with something tight behind his eyes.

IX | The nurse’s break room got suspiciously quiet when you walked in. A moment later, someone said, “Wonder how she even got placed on his team. Must’ve blushed her way in.” You stood frozen. No one said anything, they just laughed as if your weren't standing right there, just making a cup of coffee. It felt like all the breath had been knocked out of your chest, because even though she worded it carefully as she did, you knew exactly what she implied.

X | You stopped speaking in group briefings unless directly addressed. Once, you did answer a question, and someone coughed “Pet” into their elbow. Zayne raised his head at the sound, you could see him question himself whether he really heard that right or not. He glanced at you. You didn’t meet his gaze.

XI | MC came to Zayne for a check up and found you pecking at your lunch alone at the desk instead of with the others in the breakroom. She walked around the desk and sat beside you at the empty chair. You tried to act fine. She didn’t comment on the cold sandwich or your red eyes. She just said, “Want me to punch anyone?” You shook your head. She muttered, “Coward,” and stayed with you anyway.

XII | Zayne asked for assistance with a patient and you hesitated before agreeing. He tilted his head slightly. “You always volunteer.” You shrugged. “I just thought maybe someone more… competent could”

"You are one of the most if not the most competent nurses here." He replied, then kept an eye on you. Waiting for the way your eyes would widen and shine at the compliment - as you usually would. And you wanted to, but you already feeling the side eye your collegue next you shot you- you kept your head down. Still, you helped him out. His jaw was tight the entire appointment.

XIII | MC watched you fumble and apologize for a mistake that wasn’t yours as she was seated in the waiting room. When you left, a nurse said, “She’s scared he’ll stop liking her if she breathes wrong.” MC raised a brow and said, “Funny she is the one scared when she has the least reason to be." Silence.

XIV | You dropped your ID badge and someone said, “Pick it up, maybe he'll see something that'll actually catch his attention” You laughed. Later, when Zayne said your name, you had to push back tears at his voice. He noticed.

XV | You once brushed past him in the hallway and he turned slightly, as if expecting a nod or greeting. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even slow your pace.

XVI | Zayne began checking over your work more than usual. Not criticizing—just… looking. Quietly. One day he said, “Your....way of leaving notes to me have changed.” You said, “I’m just trying to be more professional.” He looked like he wanted to ask something. He didn’t.

XVII | You tried to smile at him when handing over a chart, but it came out wrong—tight, strained. He took the clipboard and said nothing. But he was still holding it when you walked away, not flipping the page.

XVIII | Zayne told a mildly sarcastic joke during rounds- keeping an eye out for your reaction expecting your usual nervous giggle.. The group laughed. You didn’t.

XIX | Mc showed up again, something told you it had nothing to do with a check up or another reason she had to see Zayne for- maybe you were delusional, but you thought maybe she came to check up one you. No one had in a long time. “You know he’s not blind, right?” You smiled, “I think he might be.”

XX | One evening, Zayne passed by and paused near your desk. You didn’t look up. He said, “You’ve been different lately.” You kept typing. “Just focusing on work.” He didn’t move. “…Did someone say something to you?”

Silence.

"No." You responded simply, quietly- but somehow that single word felt like a cry, a shout- as if you were banging on a invisible glass cage you were trapped in.

He walked away but as he lay in bed that night he could not stop thinking about it.

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welcome to my masterlist —⁠☆*~♡

ABOUT ME⋆. 𐙚 ˚

‼️ i’m not accepting taglist anymore ‼️

boyfriend texts navigation!

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GIRL DAD SERIES! : girl dad seventeen

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SALUTE! : nana tour texts

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urgent

my friend seraj aburaida and his family need your support. i've been trying to promote his fundraiser for nearly a year, my posts used to get thousands of notes, but they don't get near that amount of attention anymore.

lately, seraj has been having a particularly difficult time securing funds so he can buy necessities for his family of 13 people. they are constantly running out of food. i don't know what else to say. they need clean water and firewood as well. no one has been donating lately. the bombing and famine don't stop. the situation is apocalyptic.

if you care, and i know many of you do, please send something to my friend's paypal. paypal is the best way to donate since the funds reach him faster, but he also has a chuffed campaign that you can donate to.

verification info here.

also if you have instagram, please follow him!

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URGENT!! FUNDS NEEDED TODAY TO SAVE A BABY!!

I'm so sorry. I have to ask you for help. I am in tears and don't know what to do. Raneen and Ahmed, @a00h3, are my friends. They live in Gaza. Their baby Mohammed has cancer; we urgently need $900 before the end of the week to pay for his life-saving surgeries. Please donate to help the baby live!!

Their account is vetted by @90-ghost , @gazavetters (#576) , and @bilal-salah0. Gofundme takes too long, you can dm @a00h3 if you want to confirm that paypal goes to them. Please help.

When you donate, please don't mention Raneen or Ahmed Hammad in the paypal message. PayPal is racially profiling and it is retaining all money that accompanies those names. PLEASE HELP MY FRIENDS SURVIVE THIS INJUSTICE!!

[aswho1estuff]

extremly urgent! my friend shadi @shadeesam053 is a 22 year old bombing surviver from gaza that is currently undergoing treatment for vision loss and needs all the money he can get.

shadi needs to raise around kr500K in order to stay affloat in gaza while preventing his condition from worsening.

his campaign is still very low on support, with no new donations received in the past 5 days. please go help him out!

gfm link / vetted by @gazavetters (number #363)

[aswho1estuff]

NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection (Completed)

Seven different men with each their own sin. Wrath. Envy. Gluttony. Greed. Sloth. Lust. Pride. Will you help free them from their fatal flaw or will you be taken by it as well? Choose a sin and see your fate. 

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Red Licorice (Scream x Black! Reader)

Mobb Deep- Hell On Earth (Front Lines)

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

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“Tell me something (Y/n)?” Casey was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, teen magazine in her lap as she watched her best friend section another part of her hair in two, “Why are you so against me dating Steve?”

The said girl looked up from her spot in front of the vanity, she was almost done with twisting the last section of her hair-four more to go and she'd be done. Today- Tuesday, the normal day the two girls would have their scheduled sleepovers, sometimes it would be spent gossiping-mostly instigated by Casey-painting nails, or simply talking about their future as the afro haired did her hair. She felt safe doing her hair at her best friends, it beat staying home alone while her aunt was out on the night shift at the hospital.

“I'm not against you dating him,” (Y/n) blew out, she thought back to how things were announced earlier this week, “I just didn't like how I had to lie to Stu about what really happened.” The girl hated lying-especially when someone she cared about asked her to do it. It felt dirty lying to Stu when he asked her if Casey cheated on him with the football player, of course she did as her best friend asked of her-still didn't make it right.

Casey stiffened on the bed, her face suddenly growing red from embarrassment, “I-I know…It was really big of me to ask that of you since you're considered a good friend of his,” The blonde laid back on the bed, her lips wobbling a bit, “I'm not going to justify my actions of what I did but-I needed something else-a distraction-”

“A distraction-?”

“That was a bad way to put it! The relationship wasn't for me (Y/n)! I couldn't see myself being with him forever-”

“You should've told him that-”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” Casey snapped, her eyes seemed to hold back tears that werent even for the failed relationship, “He’s off fucking Tatum. The exact bitch I told you that would flirt with him non stop. Not to mention the way he looks at y-”

The blonde stopped herself while she was ahead. No it wasn't right to tell her about the many times Stu had spoken to Casey about (Y/n) while they were alone. The couple had even discussed a threesome with their favorite best friend in mind while they were drunk one date night underneath the stars.

Casey was fine with it, until each time her best friend laid next to her in the bed-she was filled with something that shouldn’t have been there. Something frowned upon, so when the next time her ex boyfriend mentioned it she shut it down immediately. (Y/n) didn’t deserve her first time to be like that, she needed commitment. Something she knew most guys in her school wouldn’t go for.

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side sending a questioning gaze to the blond who had her head in the clouds. She knew that the twos’ relationship isn't perfect-hell no relationship is but she thought she knew better than to cheat on someone. Man or women, it wasn't right to sleep with someone else when you had a partner already. But she had never been in a relationship, so she couldn't judge or tell her what was right or wrong in this case. So instead she'd rather distract her best friend rather than scold her.

“Sooo,” The brown skinned girl smiled softly, changing the subject, “Wanna watch a scary movie downstairs? I brought popcorn!” One thing (Y/n) could always do to deescalate a situation among friends was to suggest a scary movie, most of the time Stu and Billy would immediately stop what they were doing and join her, already arguing with what to watch as others laugh.

Casey sits up in her bed sending a sad glance her way, “The amount of scary movies you watch is honestly concerning, they're gonna rot your brain one of these days.”

She laughed in response, finishing off the last strand, “Everyone knows horror is my favorite, the main reason why I'm gonna major in film! I'm gonna be the first black female horror film director.”

Her friend smiled in response, her eyes gleaming with adoration that was beyond platonic as her gaze moved a bit downward toward her cleavage peeking out from the silk overdress Casey bought her for her sixteenth birthday. It was a good choice and suited her very well, the red lace straps sat nicely against her shoulders and seemed to make her brown skin pop out a bit.

The fun part is, (Y/n) only has enough confidence to wear sleepwear like this around her friends. So only Casey , Sidney, and Tatum only had the honor of seeing such eye candy up close. It truly felt like a dirty privilege that any man would want to see-would possible even kill to see. And they had the honor of seeing it for free, Casey truly was so lucky.

“I know you'll be, just remember me when you get all famous,” The blonde got up and passed the girls headwrap and bonnet, “I want a seat in the very first row of your movie. You better hold me tight while I scream at all the gory scenes you'll come up with.”

“I'm surprised you don't want to be one of the actors,” (Y/n) giggled softly, she finished wrapping her hair and started to put the hair products away, “You would be perfect, you're so pretty and would make all the boys in the theater go crazy.”

Casey felt herself grow warm, “And what character would I be? The final girl?”

(Y/n) smiled ruefully, “No. You would be the dumb blonde that dies first.”

~ ☿ ~

Casey’s thoughts traveled back to that night, it only happened a few days ago yet she was so restless. It was so hard going on and pretending like these feelings for her friend do not exist. She had no one to talk to about it; Sidney would tell her to be honest and go for it ‘there's several problems with that plan’, Tatum would first laugh then tell her to move out of her parents house before they kick her out, and Randy is to awkward plus its obvious that they harbor the same feelings for the girl.

Hence why she needs another distraction tonight, the main reason Steve is coming over to ‘watch’ a movie. The main plan was to obviously have her brains fucked out of her so she would forget the way her best friend looked while bending over on the bed reading a zombie comic. The girl was completely unaware that her underwear was on full display in front of Casey, driving the girl up the wall. She had to refrain from touching her and instead laid down next to her and pretended to be interested in what she was reading.

She honestly felt like she was backed off into a corner, it was obvious her parents wouldnt approve if she liked women in a sexual manner, not to mention (Y/n)’s skin color. Casey wasn’t stupid. She knew the only reason the girl was allowed into their home was because of how truly brilliant her best friend was, it shocked her parents- so much so they allowed her to hang out more in the home more than Sideny and Tatum. They deemed her a good influence, she didn't want to ruin that image of her friend just because of her feelings.

Casey just needed to keep it all in until the graduate and get her own apartment then she would consider telling (Y/n) about her true feelings. But right now she shouldn't be thinking about that, she should be thinking about the boy that's going to be on her doorstep, hungry and ready to devour her. One thing she was thankful for was her looks, she could possibly get a lot of guys if she wanted to, if it wasn't that obvious with how quick Steve was to agree to a quickie in the locker room during third period. She was desperate then, it was honestly sad that she needed another man to truly satisfy the craving for her friend that sat next to her.

The blonde finished the touches on her makeup and outfit before heading downstairs.If she was going to fake her desire for the male she might as well look good doing it, Tatum’s philosophy unfortunately. Her boyfriend should've been here by now, leave it to him to keep a girl waiting and preoccupied with her thoughts.

‘If (Y/n) were here I would be very distracted,’ The girl could imagine it. The two of them on the couch eating popcorn before Casey decided to pull her into a long sweet kiss of affection. She didn’t need sex to explain her love. Simple acts of affection would be enough. If she were here right now the girl wouldn’t hold back anymore-.

A phone rang cutting off Beckers thoughts, it was late at night and assumed her boyfriend was calling to explain as to why he was leaving his house late. She would let it slide after all she was basically using him.

“Hello,” Casey answered the phone with a polite voice she could muster, she didn't want to be rude even if she was in a mood.

“Hello,” a voice answered back, it was smooth and a tad bit seductive. The girl would be lying if she wasn't taken a bit aback by it.

“Yes?”

“Who is this?” The man questioned.

“Hmm, who are you trying to reach?”

‘Never talk too long to strangers rule number one’ (Y/n)' s voice rang out. Even as the girl was listening to someone else the girl's voice was plaguing her.

“What number is this?” The man continued to question.

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Becker asked, the man was starting to confuse her.

“I dont know.”

“Well I think you have the wrong number” Oh so he’s just wasting time.

“What-?”

“It happens all the time. You take it easy.” Casey hung up the phone before glancing at the clock, her boyfriend still isn't here yet-the telephone rang once more much to her agitation, “Ugh, hello?’

“ I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,”

“So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize-”

“You're forgiven. Bye now.” Her voice was even, done with the conversation.

“Wait, wait! Don't hang up-,” The girl hung up the phone.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door observing her surroundings now that she had just ended the phone call with the mysterious stranger who keeps calling her house. Casey notices that it’s pitch black outside in her backyard.

“What?” Casey asks now seemingly becoming just slightly annoyed with this mysterious man continuously calling her house phone repeatedly trying to get her to engage into conversations and ask her questions about things she could care less about at the moment.

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The man tries to hold on to the conversation with the blonde haired girl who is trying to end the phone call as soon as she possibly can.

“Well, they’ve got nine hundred numbers for that. Seeya.” Casey exclaims as she hangs up the phone, grinning as she goes back to cooking the popcorn on her stove.

The night continues at the Becker residence, silence taking over as nothing but big oak trees surround the house, with no neighbors in sight.

The house phone then starts to ring once again, prompting Casey to pick it up, still expecting her boyfriend to call as she awaits his arrival at her house.

“Hello,” Casey says as she speaks into the house phone as she watches the popcorn sizzle in a pot on the stove as she covers it with a lid.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Who is this?” Casey asks unbeknownst to her that it is the same person that has called her more than twice already in the past 15 minutes.

“You tell me your name I'll tell you mine,” the mysterious man tries to make a deal with her, trying to engage the young blonde into telling him more about herself seeing as she wouldn’t the last two attempts he tried calling her house.

She wanted to laugh, “I don't think so,” Casey replied, simply shaking the popcorn on the stove. If the girl's best friend was here she would be shaking her body to the beat, the girl smiles slightly at the image she created.

“What's that noise?,” He asks, trying to make out the background noises he could hear during the phone call with Casey.

“Popcorn,” She answered shortly. Casey’s demeanor goes from slightly annoyed to irritated that she can’t seem to get ready for a date night with her boyfriend who has yet to arrive at her home without this stranger constantly calling her and distracting her from her tasks.

“You're making popcorn?” asks curiously from the other side of the line.

“Uh-huh,” Casey replied bored. The conversation was really strange and getting a bit too long, she wondered why she was still on the phone in the first place.

“I only eat popcorn at the movies,” He informed. The girl's mind went back to her best friend once more, her laying back in the movie seat, manspreading in excitement as another kill took place on the movie screen.

“I'm getting ready to watch a movie,” she says to him, walking over to the counter of the aisle sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Casey now leaning her body over the aisle as she starts an interesting conversation with him.

“Really? What?” The man seemed a bit too interested for her liking.

“Just some scary movie my friend suggested,” To (Y/n) and Randy it wasn't just some movie, it was one of the best scary movies storyline wise and had the two in an ever loving chokehold.

“Do you like scary movies?” The man purred.

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“(Y/n)? Is that your friend?” The girl froze for a minute deciding whether or not to answer, it was a stranger and there could be several girls with that name so he couldn't possibly know which one she was talking about.

“Hello?”

“Yes. She is,” Casey whispered into the phone, “One of the best.”

“Oh,” He replied softly, “What's your favorite movie to watch with her?”

Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter right in front of the glass door, “I don't know. There's so many,” She laughed softly.

“You have to have a favorite,” The man was insistent, “You seem very fond of her, I'm sure there's a movie you both enjoy the most.”

She thinks for a moment, from all the found memories of the two spending time with each other. Stu cut in sometimes during the memories making her stomach churn as she thought about one night the two wouldn't stop talking about Alien, she felt left out even though her friend tried to include her. So to warm her spirits she thought of the very first horror movie they watched alone together, (Y/n) snuggled up into her side and ate buttered popcorn like a delicacy.

“Uh..Halloween. You know, the one with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?” She had given him too much information already and it was his turn.

“Guess.”

“Uh,....Nightmare on Elm Street.” (Y/n) would have probably guessed a lot better. She had a thing for slashers.

“Is that the one the guy had knives for his fingers?” The mysterious guy tries to pry more information out of the clueless girl.

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” Casey answered, starting to walk out of her kitchen and to a different area of the house, leaving her popcorn cooking and unattended on the stove as it still continues to pop fresh buttery kernels.

“Freddy-Thats right. I like that movie. It was scary,” The man seemed pleased that Casey was now participating in the conversation that he had been longing to have with her all evening.

“Yeah, the first one was, but the rest of them sucked though,” Casey laughed as she walked through the halls of the main level in the house, locking doors that would lead access to entry and as an exist to the estate, “(Y/n) said he had the potential to be the best slasher, but the directors ruined it.”

The man went silent for a long moment, making the blonde's nerves go on edge, “This (Y/n) girl, are you guys a thing?”

The girl's blood ran cold, “What?”

“I'm asking if she's your girlfriend, you keep bringing her into the conversation,” The man chuckled lightly, “I wont judge if-”

“No!” She denied quickly with a yell, “I-I mean, no, we're not together.”

“Ah, so you and her have boyfriends?”

Casey giggled nervously, “Why? Are you trying to ask one of us on a date?”

“Maybe. So do you guys have boyfriends?” the male uttered the question again.

“No.” Casey suddenly felt a bit flirtatious with the male, she knew her best friend would have been disappointed with her actions but this was the most fruitful distraction she has had in awhile, “And my friend would have to know you before she would even consider going on a date with you. Although, she might let you slide if you buy her dinner and watch a marathon of scary movies.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “I'll keep that in mind.” it was silent for another moment before he continued, “You never told me your name, but you told me your friends.”

Casey disregarded the last comment and twirled her hair, “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at,” The man replied simply.

Casey spun her body like lightning towards the glass door, her heart hammered in her chest as the words sunk in, “What did you say?”

“I want to know who I’m talking to,” He faked his sentence innocently.

“That's not what you said,” The girl snapped, heading towards the lights.

“What do you think I said?” he questioned.

Casey surveyed the backyard illuminated by the light. The tree's shadows seemed to move with the branches as she looked around for any sign of the seemingly intruder over the phone on her property. There's no one there. She turns the lights out as she hears the popcorn pop in the kitchen.

“I have to go now,” she gritted out in fear. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, out of all the scary movies she's watched with her best friend she knew better than to talk to strangers over the phone or simply alone.

“Wait-I thought we were going to go out?” He faked disappointment.

“Nah , I don't think so,” Casey on the fritz of an anxiety attack.

“Don't hang up on me,” He warned, there was an edge to his tone, he seemed to be losing his patience. “And don't you dare call (Y/n) either-!”

The girl was so scared she missed the last part of his sentence, “Gotta go.” She hung up the phone once again before running to the glass door and locking it. She starts to move to the stove before-the phone rings again as she's sliding the popcorn off the stove.

She answers with a hopeful prayer that it's her boyfriend calling with an explanation, “Yes?”

“ I told you not to hang up on me,” The strange man now seemed to calm as he said it to Casey for the fourth time, calling her tonight.

Now fear started to enter her body as she began to look around her housing, baffled as to why this man that she does not recognize on the other end of the line of the phone, would ask her such a question.

“What do you want?” Casey asks the man as she tries to piece together how this man could possibly state that when she doesn’t even know who she's on the phone to begin with.

“To talk,” the man simply states to her on the other end of the line.

“Dial someone else, okay,” she frantically states as she then hangs up abruptly on him, now showing clear signs of irritation and fear, as it pans over her face and body as she starts to move her left arm up and down, stating to the stranger now showing she is far from interested in what once seemed to be a platonic phone conversation with a random stranger to a now seemingly creepy stalker type of scenario.

Now walking back into the kitchen to finally attend to her popcorn, the phone rings once again. Casey, finally being fed up, decided to answer the phone and rip the creepy man a new one.

“Listen asshole-,” Casey tries to finish her rant, but before she could even get a few words out to voice her feelings the killer beat her to it.

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?” The man yells, fed up that the young Becker girl wouldn’t play into his shenanigans and games he was trying to engage her in.

Nothing was heard on either side of the phone as the man had finally gotten Casey’s full attention and now he would be able to set his plan into motion with her.

Not able to fully grasp the events of the conversation that just took place only seconds ago over the phone, Casey promptly asks the man, “Is this some sick joke?” To which he replied to her with, “More of a game,” in a playful yet serious manner.

Casey is now eyeing the outside of her house from the inside of her kitchen as she is still on the phone with the man, she then makes a beeline straight for her front door. Noticing that it’s unlocked, she then takes the opportunity to lock it at that very moment.

“I’m two seconds from calling the police.” Casey exclaimed to the man as panic started to settle in that someone is watching her ,and has possibly been watching her for who knows how long.

“They’d never make it in time.” The man sneers into the phone, causing Casey to push her face into the front door. Using the peephole, Casey tries to see if she can spot anyone on her front porch or yard, thinking that this could just be some sick prank that one of her friends or her boyfriend, who has still yet to show up to her house, could be playing on her. However, seeing that the front porch was empty and with no one in sight, set a newfound terror in Casey Becker’s stomach.

“What do you want?!” She uttered in complete fright, she couldn't see the man no matter how much she was trying to. He was stalking her , circling around her in the shadows of the trees that she couldn't see.

“To see what your insides look like,” The male smiled into the phone, it was a domino effect as he watched the girl's face go slack in terror, the face he’d been waiting all night to see. His smile is short lived as she hangs up once more throwing the phone onto the side table, it was okay, the plan is still being set in motion.

He leaned against the tree as he watched the girl look towards the front door, his partner was ringing it, obviously growing impatient from waiting for their two kills for tonight. They both were masterminds, this was another successful step forward into the biggest thing that they both wanted.

“Who's there?” She called out to the door, another chime rings out causing the girl to move towards the sound, she repeats her sentence louder this time. Not daring to open the door, she was smarter than that. When she realized there was going to be no answer she realized this was getting out of hand, she needed the police. Just as she grabbed the phone it rang once more.

Casey brought it up closer to her ear trembling, she didn't want to speak to the man any more, so she waited for him to speak again through the phone. And that he did.

“Your friend is a horror movie fanatic and you're calling ‘Who’s there?’,” the man let out a disappointed tsk, “Didn't she tell you that's practically a death wish?”

She did, but she wasn't going to tell him that, “Look, enough is enough. You had your fun, now you better leave me alone or else!” Casey, clutched against the wall trying to gain her bearings.

“Or else what?” It was a dare for her to speak the threat, she needed to phrase her words wisely. It's too bad she was making all kinds of bad decisions tonight.

“My boyfriend will be here any second and hell be pissed if I tell him-”

“I thought you didn't have a boyfriend? I thought you had a thing for girls?”

‘Oh shit,’ Casey thought in her head, “How did this guy know so much about me and my personal life? Is it really that noticeable that I have a thing for Y/N?!? I thought I hide my feelings very well in public so people wouldn’t suspect anything between us or assume the worst.”

Finally deciding to answer his question, Casey admits to the truth. “So what if I lied? I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second and your ass better be gone,” she decides to try to match energy with this sicko on the other end of the phone.

“Sure…”The man states as he doesn’t believe any word Casey utters, as if her threat held no weight to its end.

“I swear it. And he’s big and plays football and will beat the shit out of you,” she states with venom dripping from her voice.

“I’m getting scared,” the man states to her, obviously not scared of her empty threats.

“And I’m really telling the truth this time so you better leave,” the girl states thinking that her saying that could scare this man off, but Casey should have known that this was only the beginning of the ending of her sad foreshadowed ending that she was warned about beforehand.

“And this boyfriend of yours, Steve, wouldn’t happen to know about the thoughts you have running in your head about that best friend of yours, (Y/n), would he?” the stalker asks with a small fake gasp, making Casey’s eyes go wide, causing her to turn her body around with horror striking her face.

“How do you know his name?” Becker uttered in shock.

“Go to the back door and turn on the porch light- again,” The instructions rolled off his tongue in waves, sending chills down her spine. She did as told, her steps unsteady like her breathing, moving from the front door-to the kitchen-and finally the glass doors. She found the lights and licked them on.

“OH GOD!” Caseys scream filled the house as she stood watching her boyfriend being tied and gagged to the chair in front of the glass doors. His eyes looked at her desperately asking for help, blood streaking down his face, he seemed to take a beating-but was alive nonetheless.

Her hand moved to the lock of the door, intuitively wanting to help, “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” The man scolded on the other end.

“Where are you?” She cried helplessly, all her spunk gone.

“Guess,” He teased.

Her eyes scanned the year-the trees, all around the porch the man was nowhere to be found. She gave up, “Please don't hurt him,” She was actually surprised she was begging for his life. She really didn't truly love him or anything, but no one deserves to die.

“That all depends on you,” His words had their weight.

“Why are you doing this?” Casey honestly wanted to know, she hadn't crossed anyone other than Stu and possibly Tatum, but they both weren’t capable of murder.

“I wanna play a game,”

“No-,”

“Then he dies. Right now.”

“No!” She begged

“Which is it?” He gritted on the phone. The male watched the girl stare back at the big jock through the door, the big dude was crying too-almost fooled him that he was crying for his girl rather than his own life.

“What kind of game?” She complied.

“Turn off the light,” He ordered.

She did as told, much to her boyfriend's dismay as he tried calling her name through the gag on his mouth. “Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.”

“Please don't do this,” She rips the lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room. If she couldn't see the killer then she didn't want him to see her.

“Come on, it'll be fun! I know (Y/n) would have loved it,”

Casey frowned and whimpered, “No, she wouldn't”

The male did his best to ignore the bitches comment, “It's an easy category, Movie Trivia.”

“Please,” She begged again.

“I'll even give you a warm up question,” The male replied nicely, “Name the killer in Halloween-”

“No,”

“Come on, It's you and (Y/n)’s favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters-”

“Micheal….Micheal Myers,” She whimpered.

“Yes!” Casey sighed, relieved the answer was correct, it was short lived. “Now for the real question.”

“No!” She was hysterical.

“But your doing so well-”

“Go away and leave us alone! That includes (Y/n)!”

“Then answer the question. Same category,” The girl was still a whimpering wet mess on the floor, “Name the killer in Friday the 13th.”

Becker jumped up in relief, “Jason! Jason! It's Jason!” There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, the girl thought they were finally free-.

“I'm sorry. Thats the wrong answer,”

“It's Jason! I've watched the movie twenty goddamn times!” Casey was beyond angry at this point, all the times she watched the movie with Stu and (Y/n) were all for naught?

“It's the wrong answer, if you've watched it that many times you would know that Mrs. Vohes was the original killer Jason didn't appear until the sequel,” The male laughed behind the phone, “Lucky for you there's a bonus round-but for poor Steve-im afraid-hes out.”

The girl heard the noise before she saw the murder first hand, her boyfriend's muffled screams echoed outside, and she could practically hear the tearing of flesh through the screen door. The lights cut on giving her a good view of his dead corpse, she screamed out a choked sob as she reached for the lights again turning them off hoping the killer would just leave her alone.

“Now answer my next question,”

“Please leave me alone,”

“What door am I at?”

“What,” Casey couldn't think straight at this point, she was too terrified.

“There are two doors to your house. A front one and a back one. If You answer correctly-you get to live,”

It was a lie obviously.

The blonde looked in the varying directions, looking from the directions of the doors and strategizing how she could possibly escape outside and to the road without the intruder catching her. She felt useless, she was going to die in this house without saying goodbye.

“Don't make me,” Casey pleaded, “I cant-I wont.”

“Your Call,”

The girl only had a second to scramble over towards the table to grab a knife as the glass door broke with a lawn chair. Glass seemed to slow down as the intruder emerged, what shocked her the most was the black robe with a screaming white mask of a ghost. If she wasnt so terrified she would laugh and commence the costume, but the knife in the man's hands glimmered in the light, causing her blood to run cold.

Casey runs to the window slowly sliding it up as she hears the man make his way through the foyer, with hate she slips through the window, at the last second she fumbles the knife dropping it. Muttering a curse she decides to leave it as races to the corner of the house outside.

She was almost there to the yard, moving between the fence and the house, the only obstacle was the two curtainless glass windows she would have to pass without him noticing. She peeks into another window watching the killer open a closet searching for her, taking a chance she skips the second window and moves down to the third. Casey peeks her head up again, only to let out a blood curdling scream with the masked figure staring back at her. The masked man thrusts his fist through the glass grabbing her arm, only to be stopped with her throwing a punch to his face.

Casey took this chance to run further into the yard, rounding the corner seeing headlights in the distance. Her parents were home early, without second thought she tears off towards them, awaiting safety from the murder. Her hope didn't last long when the ghost masked killer appears, grabbing her, raising the gleaming metal high before striking it down once more.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as red blooms staining her cream sweater, she chokes on her cries. The ghostface tries to strike down again only to be kicked away in response. Casey stagers over to the front porch, her parents staring at the ajar door.

“Maa,” It was choked out and gurgled, she was choking on her own blood as she watched her parents head inside. Casey stayed lying on the ground outside by her house as she would gasp for deep breaths, hoping they would help better the airflow of the injuries she received from the masked killer. As she laid there she could hear the heavy footsteps of the slasher near her.

Looking up had to be the worst mistake in her life because then Casey realized the harsh truth her best friend told her that same evening only a few hours early. As she laid there on the ground, the killer took the opportunity to stab her once again making it the final blow for her. It wasn't for naught she got to see her killers face, tears slide down as she realized her best friend would be left with the monster much to her dismay.

And with her dying breath, Casey Becker gasped out, “(Y/N) was right, the dumb blondes do always die first in horror movies.” and with that last breath from the girl, her chest stopped rising and she was finally dead.

Much to the satisfaction for the unknown killer, but to the rest of the town of Woodsboro, California, Casey Becker’s death wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last for sure.

[aswho1estuff]

MASTERLIST

Red Licorice - Scream x Black!Reader

Prologue: Dumb Blonde Chapter One: Red and Blue Lights Chapter Two: Death Calling Chapter Three: A Dead Girl's Diary Chapter Four: Apparition Chapter Five: Black Sheep Chapter Six: Behind The Mask Chapter Seven: Buttered Popcorn Chapter Eight: Storm Incoming Chapter Nine: Bloody Press Chapter Ten: Old Tapes and Melted Ice Cream Chapter Eleven: Black Widow Chapter Twelve: House Party Chapter Thirteen: No Sequel Chapter Thirteen: PT2

HoneyBee Transformers - Bumblebee x Black!Reader

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*New year new me. I'm gonna do better with posting and organizing this page! I hope you guys enjoy it!