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hii, I just wanted to say I love your ghostface!triplets x bsf!reader series and I really hope you continue it!!!

Also your username is super cool! 💋💋

This means more to me than you know!

It’s been a couple of years since I’ve really sat down and wrote anything.

Thank you for your support!

🫶

-Desi

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(A/N: We are gonna try this. This is chapter 1. Depending if this flops or not, there might be a chapter 2.. :))

TW: implied violence and murder, discussion of graphic crimes, gaslighting, manipulation, psychological tension, suspension (If i forgot any, I'm SORRY)

CHAPTER 1; Eyes in the shadows

Casey wasn’t the paranoid type.

She prided herself on being level-headed, even when things around her got weird. And lately, Boston had gotten really weird. The news was full of blood—murder after murder, all connected, all brutal. All marked by that same mask: Ghostface.

But even with all the horror piling up on the front page, Casey’s nights with the Sturniolo brothers always felt like a break from the madness. Their apartment was a second home—cramped, chaotic, and full of the kind of warmth that made her forget how dark the world was outside.

Or at least, it used to feel that way.

It started small.

That night, she’d shown up a little early. Matt had texted her to come by, but when she got there, the door was slightly cracked. She knocked, called out, but no one answered. Thinking nothing of it, she pushed it open and stepped inside.

The apartment was dim, lit only by the blue flicker of the TV. The usual clutter was there—hoodies draped over chairs, empty energy drink cans on the counter—but something was off.

She noticed it right away.

The hallway light was on, and the door to Matt’s room wasn’t fully closed. Voices filtered out—quiet, urgent. She recognized them instantly: Matt, Chris, and Nick. But it was the way they were talking that made her freeze.

“…it’s not clean. I told you not to leave it like that,” Matt said. His voice was low, sharp.

“I didn’t, bro, I swear,” Chris snapped. “You saw me. I wiped everything—”

“Not everything." That was Nick. Cold. “The mask was on the floor, Chris. The floor.”

Casey’s stomach dropped.

Mask?

She stepped back quietly, heart racing. Her heel knocked into something on the floor—an empty beer bottle that rolled forward with a clink.

The voices stopped.

In a flash, the door opened. Matt stood there, his face unreadable, expression smooth as ever. But his eyes—his eyes looked different.

“Case?” he asked, his tone casual, like she hadn’t just heard something she clearly wasn’t supposed to. “You good?”

She blinked. Forced a smile. “Yeah, sorry—I thought no one was home. Door was open.”

Matt stepped into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind him with a soft click. “We were just talking about something stupid. Chris being dramatic, per usual.”

Behind him, she heard hurried movement—Nick’s voice muttering something she couldn’t make out.

Chris emerged a second later, too loud, too bright. “We are dramatic, babe, that’s why you love us.”

Casey let out a forced laugh, but her hands were clammy.

Matt led her to the living room like nothing had happened, and Nick offered her a drink like everything was normal. And maybe it was.

But when she glanced down the hallway a few minutes later, she saw it: the edge of something white peeking out from under Matt’s door.

A sliver of plastic. Like the curve of a mask.

She said nothing.

Just swallowed hard and smiled, even as a cold wave rolled down her spine.

Something wasn’t right.

And for the first time since she met them, Casey wasn’t sure if she was safe in that apartment—

—or trapped in it.

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if you support tr*mp, go ahead and unfollow, block, dislike wtvr the fuck and leave my page.

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HELLO

Trying to get a good idea of how many people would actually read this..

LET ME KNOW

ghostface!triplets x bsf!reader (Casey)

If people are interested enough, I can give a full breakdown on my OC Casey.

TW: ghostface, mentions of killings, blood, NSFW content, knives (lmk if i'm forgetting anything)

In the quiet town of Boston, three brutal murders have shattered the peace, each marked by the same masked killer: Ghostface. Whispers ripple through the streets, fear thick in the air—but to Casey, life hasn’t changed much. She’s too busy being wrapped up in her trio of best friends: Matt, Nick, and Chris—triplets who’ve been her rock since childhood.

Matt is the calm one, the steady hand. Chris is the wild card, always cracking jokes to hide something darker. Nick is quiet, always watching. Casey never suspects a thing.

But the town does.

What no one knows—not the town, not even Casey—is that Ghostface isn’t just one person. It’s all three brothers. Each with a role. Chris plans the kills. Nick stalks the victims. And Matt? He makes the final cut. Each murder is calculated, part of something bigger—a twisted game rooted in a past none of them speak of.

Casey begins to notice strange things—Matt disappearing at night, the cold look in Nick's once warm eyes, Chris avoiding her questions—but she doesn’t want to believe the truth. They’re her family. They couldn’t be killers.

Now, she’s caught in a nightmare where every memory feels like a lie, every inside joke a cover. She starts digging, piecing together the clues—and the closer she gets, the more dangerous it becomes. Because the triplets made a rule:

If anyone finds out, they die.

And Casey? She was never supposed to find out.

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1. fuck donald trump

2. fuck ICE

3. fuck everyone who voted donald trump even though they probably can’t read this! 🤍

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•I love you, I’m sorry•

WARNING: ANGST

I have not written in a long time, please.. bare with me. 😬

That being said, who can tell me how to make borders and or spice up my posts? TIA. 🙂‍↕️

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It was raining the night everything cracked between us.

The kind of rain that felt personal—sharp, cold, relentless. Chris paced the edge of the room while I stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out like it might offer answers.

“You’re shutting down again,” he said, voice tight.

“I’m not.” I was. He knew it. So did I.

Chris stopped pacing. “Y/N, come on. Talk to me. You haven’t said a word since we left that party.”

Because I saw it. The way she leaned in. The way he didn’t move away. And maybe it was nothing. But it didn’t feel like nothing.

“Do you want to be with her?” I asked suddenly, turning to face him.

His eyes narrowed. “What? No. Don’t do that.”

“You didn’t stop her. You smiled. You let her touch you.”

He ran his hands through his hair, exhaling like he was trying not to explode. “It was a conversation. That’s it. You’re making this into something it’s not.”

“Because you don’t make space for me anymore,” I said, voice breaking. “It’s like I’m… background noise now.”

That hit him. I saw it in the flicker of his expression, the way his mouth opened then closed like he didn’t know what to say.

“You think I don’t care?” he asked quietly. “Y/N, I think about you more than I can handle. I’m trying to give you everything I have left.”

“And it’s not enough.”

Silence fell like thunder.

He looked at me then—really looked. Like he saw all the pieces I tried to hold together. “What happened to us?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But I think we’re breaking.”

He took a step closer, then stopped himself. “If we are… I don’t know how to fix it.”

Neither did I.

And in that silence, something between us cracked—not loud or dramatic, but soft. Quiet. Final.

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Yall it was cold AF last night and we waited for over 2 hours for them to leave 😭

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This is my fourth time trying to upload this.

I posted this on TikTok and it got no love

I never claimed to be able to edit but DAMN IM FUNNY

‘Like a sprained ankle, boy I ain’t nothin’ to play with’

HELLPPPP

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I’m crying 😂😭

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I wanna get back into writing so bad but the only thing holding me back is seeing how much things have changed here on tumblr in the past 10 YEARS.

Like.. idk.

😩

I’m stressed

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Credit: @vxnitra

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prepared for whatever the triplets are announcing today

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we all call ourselves Matt or Chris girls.. but let’s be honest we all are Nick girlies

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Just gonna leave this here 😬😏

My TikTok is Sturniolo.not.found

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m m m m my shaylaaaaa omg he’s adorable the little wonky smirk

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TEXTS WITH CHRIS

God I still can’t believe he got his license.. just the thought 🥵

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Matt and !reader out at a dinner with his brothers

Warnings: suggestive content, swearing

(First time doing this in a long time fr don’t judge lol)