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Like it really don’t make no fucking sense like 😭😭😭

Bless this fine ass man 😫

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You're Taken Care Of: Soft Black Woman Era Series

Standing in front of your house, Chromeskull caresses your sides as your arms wrap around him. You'd just made your relationship official, with him asking through the most romantic display of tulips ever displayed. Although he could have asked you through his talking keyboard, the emotion would have been lost behind the automated voice.

"How much left do you have to pay on your house?" he suddenly asked, his strong hands returning to your side to pull you close.

You weren't sure of the exact amount..although you did pay it last month. Trying to see the number pop in your head, you start to answer, "It should be around $78,-"

"$78,906. It's been taken care of. Do you own the property?"

Flabbergasted, you answered. "Uh...no, I was going to ask the owner if-"

Again he interrupts with yet another blessing in your life. "It's yours now. Tell me all the debt you have and transfer it to me. I'll take care of it, Princess."

Years- past present and future- worth of tension dissolved through the puff of air you exhaled.

You never have to pay for anything ever again.

Chrome wanted you to be soft, to live. Not to just survive.

He adored you. Wanted you as his wife. But he can't do that too quickly.

He figured this would be the perfect move to show he was husband material. Maybe you'd want to marry him quicker than usual

A man could dream. And Chromeskull only wanted to dream of you. Pampered, pretty, and in his house.

To never have to pay for anything, unless you really wanted to or you were by yourself, was extremely relaxing

Finally, the life you deserved

You'll never need for anything. Your money is yours. His money is your money.

Patrick Bateman

"What are you doing?" Patrick whispers as you dig into your purse. A perplexed expression adorned your features as your hands slow to a halt. "I'm about to go pay for this dress..?"

"Why?" Patrick asks, his face upturning into faint...disgust?

"I mean, I want the dress and it needs to be-" you started. And yet, you weren't upset when he interrupted with a sentence you always wished to hear.

"You're taken care of. Put the purse away, " he softly commands. You gawk at his statement and quickly shut your purse. Patrick marches you up to the register and pays for your pink Marni jacquard dress.

You'd never have to dig into your purse for your card(s) with him. He's quite disgusted with the idea of you paying.

The yuppie was inundated with wealth, and as 'The Man', he had to take care of his lady. It wouldn't be dignified to do so, especially in front of the

other yuppies

Your outfits, skincare, and other appearance-related materials were taken care of.

He's sent you to various specialists for tailored products for you. If you ran low, another bottle would appear the next day

Although he controlled what you wore to special events, you got what you asked for—well, as long as it was stylish.

Does his skincare side by side. If he's feeling romantic, he will do your skin routine for you. His soft hands glide against your smooth skin, gently rubbing in the product as he adores you

Hannibal Lector

"To us, my dear", the clink from the glasses reverberated as you both took a sip of his very fancy champagne. It was a 'gift' from a past friend of Hannibal's. A vintage, 1961 Moët & Chandon Dom Pérignon I Charles and Diana. An excellent choice to pair with tonights menu.

'Duck' Leg, Orange, Scallion, Burnt Carrot Zucchini, Romesco, Hazelnut, Truffle 'Veal' Agnolotti, Honey Nut Squash, Foie Gras, Black Truffle Toasted Rice Millefeuille, Koshihikari Rice Cream, Hazelnut Cream

"To us..." you state softly as you look at your loving husband. There was no special occasion to celebrate. The level of meal preparation was standard for Dr. Lector. Hannibal wasted no chance of celebrating your presence. You're his queen.

To pamper you was a treat.

When you were pampered, you were amazingly fluorescent. Your smile had his heart pounding. He thinks the Louvre is missing a painting when he observes you lounging in the garden.

Hannibal relaxes at the sight of you relaxing

He will do anything for his loving wife. Anything.

You had what you wanted. Hannibal gladly gives you his card when he's off somewhere else. You'll wake up to find it on the nightstand with a glass of water.

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Robbers Getting Clobbered

Summary: Like the title says, robbers get they ass clobbered for breaking into your house. SlasherxBlack!Reader, as always. A request from an Ao3 user.

It was a Monday night, and you had a really rough day at work. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. Today needed an extra thorough self-care session.

After a heavenly shower and skin routine session, you sunk into bed. While watching your favorite film, you steadily ate a bag of delicious peach rings. Stu and Billy were in the basement doing...whatever. You don't remember. They told you that they would be there most of the night.

That was very much fine by you, more quiet time!

30 minutes into the film, you heard a bump. Thinking it was one of the boys, you continued watching.

1 minute later, you hear a few more du-du-du's in quick succession. You pause your movie and sit up to listen. A small *click* was not lost on your ears. You knew that sound. A door was unlocked, and it was much too close to be the basement.

Someone else was in the house. Ruining your self-care time.

Incensed, you jumped up and snagged the beloved metal bat that rested underneath your bed. It was the perfect time to use it. You dash to open your door. A resounding whoosh led to the image of- oh well looka there!

The victim assailant dead center in the hallway, crouched like a deer in headlights.

"So you just gon-"

*TING *

"AH! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" The robber yelled.

"IF- *ting* YOU WERE- *ting* SORRY- *ting* YOU WOULDN'T- *ting* BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES!"

Stu and Billy heard the commotion and booked it up the stairs

They make it to see the most intense scene of you battering the poor robber

They were both stunned for different reasons. Stu couldn't believe how violent you were being. And how good you looked doing it. Sheesh!

Billy was in awe. The blood that littered the ground after each hit added to his growing admiration for you.

The situation gave them the famous urge to finish the "job" for you.

They sprung into action, grabbing your bat and yelling at you to stop.

"We'll take it from here, baby. Damn you did a number on 'em." Stu said, laughing in amusement.

They take the bat and the unconscious victim to "finish" the situation in the basement.

After some time, they return to clean all the blood.

They are sooo impressed and hot under the collar. You looked so fucking hot hitting them like that, shit. That would be burned in their memories forever.

"Baby, we'll pamper you the rest of the night. We're so proud of you. You deserve it." Billy said.

Michael was, yet again, out doing whatever he does best: stabbing bitches. It was a cool Saturday night, and you couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried, you kept tossing and turning in the bed. So now, you were laid out on the couch. It was 1 am, and you were spacing out at whatever was on the TV screen.

Honestly, you wished you were out doing something. Like being goofy at your friend's place or getting some drinks at the bar. Just something to occupy your mind. But...you couldn't be bothered to go out. That required energy you didn't have. But you wanted something to entertain you.

UGH. You were BORED out of your mind.

Please, you just needed something to do. Something interesting. Something entertaining! Even if it was awful- you didn't care. Your bones were desperate for anything and everything to-

As if the universe read your mind, the sound of glass breaking alerted you. Now you knew it wasn't Michael. He only did that if he really wanted something or someone to stab. And he was already out there stabbing.

This was a break-in.

You stood up in absolute glee. This was perfect.

Now, the normal, average person would be terrified of this occurring. They'd scramble to call the police and hide until they get there. You weren't the standard person, though. As chaotic as you were, you were waiting to beat someone up. Just go to town on their ass.

As the robber struggled to get to the door knob, you looked around for a weapon. You quickly spot a thick, black leather belt Michael wore with casual clothing. A nefarious grin stretched across your face as you grabbed the glorious belt.

The moment the robber opened the front door, you stood by the living room doorway. There was a short hallway between the living room and the front door. And your PS5 sat entincingly under the 50-inch flat screen TV that you knew the robber could see. The moment you saw a that poor figure step through the threshold, you whacked the shit out of them. There was a tiny noise of surprise before you went to town on their ass. And like your killer boyfriend, you were absolutely silent as you worked that ass into the floor.

There's a moment where you lose your momentum. One of your slippers was coming off.

"Damn, my shoe slippin," you stated casually before continuing.

Michael just so happened to be walking back to the house when he spotted the unknown figure walking into the house

He magically transports to the house in no time to enter in a fantastic scene.

He almost hollered in laughter when he heard your casual statement. Damn, you were cold.

You would look more intimidating if you weren't so cute in your pajamas. But, he's sure you were striking fear into that robbers' heart.

He couldn't get over how damn good you looked. You were definitely after his own cold ass heart.

As much as he'd love to continue watching this person's torture, he was tired and ready to sleep.

He steps forward to push you away and then starts to stab the man

He looks to you to clean up the blood as he discards the corpse. But before he leaves, Michael gives you a double thumbs up in approval

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

The bright sun that once stood over the city now sat at the horizon. A cool, light breeze blew through the surprisingly quiet neighborhood. No children ran around, no shouting, and no random suspicious people hobbling around. It was the perfect time to go on your walk with Danny. Forget long walks on the beach; this was romantic enough. The comfortable silence between you two caterted to an unspoken intimacy. It was a rare moment for him to be so calm.

10 minutes into the walk, your phone chirps with an alert. You casually checked your phone and saw a very concerning message: '⚠️CRITICAL There is a person at your driveway.' Your casual pace comes to a halt as you open the app. Danny stops as well, looking at you with a concerned expression.

"Y/N, what's up?"

You tell him to hold on while you watch the video before you. It was someone with their hoodie covering the top half of their face. They kept observing the surrounding scene while jiggling with your front door knob. Someone was trying to break in.

Oh

Oh okay.

Lucky for you and the local morgue, you had the strap ready for action. A smooth 9 mm sat in your holster hidden within your jacket. You grabbed the gun and cock it so it'd be ready to blast upon arrival.

"Someone's breaking in our house," you quickly state while turning back. You start to jog back, with Danny in tow, yelling at you to wait up and that he'd handle it.

Nah, no time to wait now, and you were going to handle it yourself.

As you got closer to your house, you could see the figure peering into the window while still trying to get into the house. The dumbass.

"Ay bruh, who is you?!" The phrase flew out your mouth as you started to skip toward the figure.

They spun around, grabbing at whatever was in their pocket. Not taking any chances, you shoot twice dead at their chest.

"Holy shit!!!!" Danny was flabbergasted by your actions

His mouth was so wide open you could see his tonsils. "Y/N!!!!"

Fuck, he couldn't think of what to say. His whole world was blown away. Just like that robber who was very dead on the ground

He didn't even know you knew how to shoot a damn gun! Much less willing to use it on someone.

He's glad that it was an obvious self-defense situation. Easy for the police to investigate and get the fuck out of their business.

Pissed that he can't act on his killing urges for a while though. The pigs will still take their sweet time to investigate. Damn

Overall: He was impressed, although a little scared of you now.

He had to admit, it was very sexy seeing you stand on business. "That's my Y/N."

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Slice of Life with Leo: Manhunt 2 Edition

Summary: Finally doing a request from some time ago with Leo/Black!Male reader. Just two guys running some errands. Well, errands specific to those who are being hunted.

Errands that include:

Money Sifting

"How much cash you counted?" Leo asks as he sifts through the pile of debit and credit cards beside him. His voice, as always, was gruff with a hint of suave. Just how you like it.

"About...$512 so far. Got a few more bills to go." You replied, slightly tired from last night's killing spree.

The battered old bed frame creaked as Leo laid back onto the shriveled mattress. A low, "Nice," floated from his mouth as he relaxed. You peer up to his carefree form and raise one eyebrow.

"And how many cards do you have?"

"30."

A low whistle left your lips as you counted the rest of your money. "That's a lot of bank accounts to run up." Excited about the substantial financial gain, you stood up and bounced onto the bed beside your dangerous lover.

You both developed a necessary 'hobby' that turned into some quiet bonding time as you two progressed on Leo's journey. Of course, you two bonded over killing your enemies. Taking turns hyping one another as each waste of life is destroyed is always entertaining.

But it was nice to silently pickpocket the blood-drenched corpses after a massacre. It'd be a stupid disappointment to let all that money go to waste. It wasn't like they were going to use the money.

"Yeah, but we gotta do it the smart way. We can't have the Project-"

"-Finding a way to track us. Which would get us killed. Yeah yeah, Leo. I know." You rolled your eyes. Being cautious was more than necessary in their situation. But, damn. How many times does he have to say the same thing?

"...you better be glad you got a nice ass. I would have killed you for that." Leo retorted.

"Would have done nothing. Now come on. I'm hungry."

Killing

"On your fucking left!"

Automatically, the jagged glass shard in your right hand ran towards the watchdog that got way too close to you. The shard tip carved a slit into the mans neck. Too focused on wiping the life out of your victim, you didn't notice Leo's hand clamp over the man's mouth to keep him from shouting.

Using your strength, you grab your victim's arm and pull his body further into the shadows. Thankfully, Leo follows your lead. Your large hands pushed the weapon and dug to sever the anterior jugular vein. The watchdog, deserving of his fate, loses his life force as it spills out of his wound.

"Cover his mouth while I get his legs," Leo whispers. You follow his instructions as you quickly replace Leo's hand over the victim's mouth. Leo grabs his legs to prevent him from kicking around. A few seconds later, the man passes in your arms.

You hide him in the corner of the shadowed wall behind you. Leo grabs you and yanks you close to him. His breath caresses your ear as he faintly barks his advice.

"Cover his mouth next fucking time. He could have shouted and alerted someone else." He hissed. He takes a deep breath as you wait for him to continue.

It was a few moments before Leo's grip loosened. His voice became softer. "Great reaction time, though. The fucker tapped out pretty fast," Leo complimented. He pressed a quick kiss against your ear before he pushed you away.

Grabbing Food

Intermittent smacks from hungry lips filled the air of the occupied, musty hotel room. Leo's tongue caressed yours, saliva exchanged in tandem. He grips your muscular legs as you glide down his hard torso with surprisingly soft hands. His hands shift upward to hold both sides of the yellow du-rag resting upon your head. Between kisses, you command, "Don't mess up my twist."

Leo ignores the command as he deepens the make-out session. Your hand that caressed his chest started to go down to his pants, unbuttoning them before-

A loud growl broke the growing tension in the air.

With as much tact as a hyena, Leo said, "Damn I'm fuckin starvin!"

Side-eying him, you're pissed at the interruption. Leo's stupid stomach is giving you blue balls for no reason. You didn't care that he was hungry.

Feeling petty, you smirk. You just knew exactly what to say to piss him off. In retaliation, you joke, "You starving for this bussy?"

Leo stares blankly before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at your head. "I never want to hear you say that again," he states flatly as you guffaw.

"Seriously, y/n we need to get some food." He whines.

"Alright, alright, we'll get food. But we're continuing this later." The pillow that hit your head was thrown off to the side. Readjusting yourself as you stand up, you grab your temporary wallet and your hoodie that you stole from someone's closet. Leo was doing the same.

You both walk out, creating distance to minimize suspicion. You spotted a Bendy's across the way. You nod your head towards the building. Leo took in the surroundings, pleased that no hunters were around. It was safe.

It's only a few minutes later that you both get your meals and head back to the hotel room. At the first bite of his burger, Leo sighs. "Man, that hits the spot."

While chewing your burger, you simply replied, "It really do."

Scouting Houses

"...what about that house?" You asked, pointing to a red brick house near the end of the street. It was the typical American-style home, one that was obviously built in a few weeks. It didn't stand out from the others, a picture-perfect copy of the houses next door. Except, there were no cars in the driveway, and the lights were off. The perfect home to break into.

Leo observed the house before nodding. "We can check that one. There's another one that'd be good, too, a few doors down." He stated, pointing to a brown industrial-style house. The design was sleek and almost too practical. It was a military man's dream house come true. And like the one you chose, it had no car or lights on.

But....

"You don't think that stands out too much? That's the only one in that style." That house was unique. Well, at least compared to the others surrounding it. Not a place to choose to break into, especially when trying to be cautious.

However, when it comes to houses, Leo tends to choose the ones he likes visually over the logistics of their...special situation.

"It's a fucking house, y/n. It looks fucking practical. I'm sure everything in there is something useful instead of these sugar cookie full-of-shit cutter houses." Leo retorts.

Slightly offended, you say, "Well damn. I didn't know you liked it that much. You act like it's your house."

"Obviously damn not. Like I said, there could be useful shit in there. But we'll check out your ugly house first." Leo starts to walk off as you sit there bewildered.

Man, it was like he was picking out a house for them to live in.

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Hiiii 😘😘😘

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Tony Todd, you're a legend. Playing candyman cemented your fantastic place in horror. Rest easy.

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With the results of the election and all the conversations surrounding it, it's important to have a BLACK ONLY space

My discord is a black only space for people who write, read, and/or appreciate fanfiction in any way. Yes, you have to prove you are black to get into the discord. For a reason.

Join. And share. Link is down below.

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If anything else, self care. Take care of you before anyone else

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Happy halloween!

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Baby's First Kill

Part 1 of ?

Trigger Warning(s): Sexual Harassment

Nashea had been at her job for only 4 months and she was feeling uncomfortable. Helplessness, frustration, and paranoia were only a few emotions that chaotically flowed through her. She was in a situation where she wanted to leave, but did not want to back down. Why? Well, the money of course. Her pay was great, they offered her exactly what she was worth. All those years of studying and schooling paid off very sweetly into her bank account. Her supervisors were nice and professional and her team was almost perfect. 

There was one person throwing everything off balance for her. And his name was Cassio Adesso. 

A well-dressed, seemingly professional, nice man about 2 years older than her. He’d been there for two years before she joined. He was a handsome, tall man with a pretty smile. But, Nashea was learning that his nice appearance was a trick. A handsome facade. Beneath those sparkling brown eyes was a demented and pompous pervert.

Things were fine, at first. Nashea tried to play standoffish. This was work, not play. She didn’t want to make friends. However, her bright personality made it difficult to not ‘keke’ and chat with some colleagues. A few of them were fun. That’s how it started with Cassio, just light conversation and jokes. 

Now, as Nashea started to space out while on the confocal microscope, it seemed that was a mistake. A look of romantic interest moved into his eyes when he looked upon her. He was attracted to her. Cassio was good looking, but she held no interest. Him being attracted to her wasn’t paying her bills nor making her life any easier. She only had eyes to the very unstable, delicious serial killer she had at home. So, she ignored his gazes and flirty attitude.It was relatively easy until,

“Hey Nashea, let me ask you a question. Are you single?”

The ‘No’ left her mouth as fast as the air that shifted afterwards. The genuine smile that littered his face turned fake. His sparkling eyes turned dull. Nashea returned to setting up her work bench, ready to leave this awkward atmosphere. After his question, his attitude changed. But, not in the way that she wanted. He started to challenge her. Challenging her skills, her knowledge, and her womanhood.

Under the stereotypical guise of him expressing his opinion, he microdosed his jealous venom into every word he spoke. Nashea was, and still is, a very talented scientist. The years of lab bench work exceeded most of her peers, making her a natural at experimental techniques. Her results were consistent, clean, and told a clear story of interpretation. An impressive accomplishment of many that she held and others admired her for. Except Cassio.

“A clean western blot. It’s not like anyone else has done that in the lab before, right? Good job though.” 

Nashea rolled her eyes before moving onto her next tasks. 

“Were these blood samples stabilized correctly before all of these experiments?” Cassio challenged.

“Of course, as it's the standard.” Nashea gritted out through tight teeth.

And each comment he made, became more personal than the last.

“Staying late again, what’s wrong, don’t like to go home?,” Cassio started one evening. Nashea had no choice but to treat her cells late. It was 9 pm and she was administering a12 hour  treatment. She wouldn’t have to come in until 8:30 am to prepare for collection. Something that she didn’t have to give an explanation for.

“What gave you that idea?,” Nashea retorted as she continued treating her cells.

“Women like to be with their man, if they like them like they should. You should be home with him, you know? His attention might start to wander.,” He spat.

Cassio pissed her off to no end. Nashea could only deal with so much. She started to snap back at his backhanded comments. Two could play that game.

“I should be finishing the work I’m being paid for, like you should too.,” Nashea snapped. A low, condescending whistle left Cassio’s slick lips before he turned to leave. A quick, “must be that time huh,” shot into the air. Nashea turned to unleash hell, but saw she was alone. 

That bastard. She wished that she ignored him from the start.

-

Even though his attitude shifted, his attraction stood still. She felt him ogle while she worked, eyes touching areas that his hands could not. He would stand too close, pushing her physical boundaries. Bombarding his existence in her space. Nashea would feel his breath on her cheek. He often clasped his hand on her shoulder, with several hard pats that left it stinging. Things were getting more uncomfortable by the day. Nashea didn’t truly acknowledge how serious it was until her co-worker, Jesse, approached her with some chilling information.

“I heard you had a cute garden in front of your house. I’d love to see pictures, girl.” Jesse said excitedly.

“Wha-..where’d you hear that from?” Nashea asked, confused as to how she knew that. Nashea hasn’t invited anyone over nor told them any details about her house. She’s never shared pictures, mentioned it in conversation, and no one knows her social media. She doesn’t even post any pictures of her home online. 

“I heard it from Aliyah. Hold on- ALIYAH!” Jesse shouts towards the cell treatment room. Aliyah shouts back and comes in. As Jesse asks her where she got her information, the answer made Nashea’s blood run cold.

“Oh, Cassio said he saw it. He was driving around and recognized your car in the driveway. Said he was visiting family.” Aliyah stated. The rest of the conversation blew past Nashea’s ears. She felt incredibly disturbed. She removed herself from their conversation, missing the quick “I thought he wasn’t from here” statement as she left.

The following day, Jesse and Aliyah noticed a change in Nashea. They checked in with her, making sure she was okay.

“Jesse, Aliyah; I’m okay. Just feeling a little under the weather. I appreciate it though.”

Truthfully, Nashea was NOT okay. She wasn’t sure if she could handle this situation. It wasn’t like it was unheard of. There are, unfortunately, many women who have dealt with this before. All with varying details and endings, if there were any. She scoured the internet for answers and found too many but not enough. The stories she read seemed like it would take forever to get a sense of justice, if it ever came. Many left their position, with the perverts not facing consequences at all.’I don’t even think the police would help,’ she thought sardonically. They were famous for not helping in these cases in the slightest. Not that she had much hope in them anyway.

Knowing that Cassio crossed into stalker territory started to kill Nashea’s peace and spirit. It made her become increasingly paranoid and skittish. In public, she kept her head on a swivel. Crazy that she felt this way, knowing she had the ultimate form of protection at home. She started to become standoffish again, which unfortunately leaked to the other colleagues. She felt her bright personality begin to dim, but she did not want it to blow out. 

Stubborn as she was, she wanted to deal with this alone. She could tell her lover what was going on. But, what would follow...would be his death. Probably within the same day, he would be killed. Never to show up to work again, solving all her problems. But…she wouldn’t feel like she won. Like she didn’t push to rise above. The sensible thing would be to ask for help. And she did try to report his misogynistic statements to HR. But. HR only protected the company, not the individual. They hardly did a thing. 

Nashea wanted Cassio to face consequences. As soon as possible, so that she could finally relax and be happy with her new start in life. She just needed a way on how to do that.

Two weeks later, it was announced that there was a new position open. A position that would shoot Nashea up to the administrative side. An opportunity for a promotion and personal retribution. Although she loved doing experiments, this was a way to get away from Cassio and get more money. She quickly applied for it and mentioned it to her supervisor and director. They were pleased to hear that she was interested. Her director said she would be a ‘perfect fit’. By their reactions, she knew she had the position in the bag.

It was two days after that where she was alone with Cassio, yet again. Another late day for Nashea, hoping this was a small boost towards getting that position. Thankfully, he was focused on his tasks and not bothering her. 

“Heard you were going for that new position.” A line that flew out into the air, interrupting Nashea’s peace. She was hoping to not have an interruption while she labeled her tubes for tomorrow. Apparently, she hoped for too much.

“Mhm.” said simply, hoping for Cassio to get the hint that she wasn’t interested in speaking.

“There’s a lot of applicants going for it. Pretty strong ones too.” Cassio teased. Obviously, he was trying to rile her up. Or make her question him. Because how the fuck did he know that? Too bad for him, that wasn’t going to work.

“Not worried about that.” She speedily declared.

“You sure? Heard through the grapevine that they were looking at one really strong one from out west.” He gleefully stated.

Nashea said nothing. She didn’t want to betray her emotions. But that bit of information was making her nervous. If it was true. He could be lying to get under her skin.

“I know a way for you to get that position. You just gotta do me a favor.” Cassio offered. The sleaziness of that statement was not lost on Nashea. She wasn’t doing shit for this boxed shaped cretin. 

“I don’t want to owe you anything. It’s okay, I’ll just hope for the best.” Nashea stated, trying her best to end the unwanted conversation there.

“Why hope when I’m offering a guaranteed spot for the position? It’s not like you have to do much, you just have to spend some time with me.” Cassio chuckled out in a condescending manner.

That made Nashea pause. She turned to look at the audacity that stood magically behind her. She dropped her sharpie and promptly took a step back, which only made Cassio step forward. His eyes held a nasty look of lust. His lips were quirked into an evil smirk. 

“I’m not-” Nashea started. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion of what the hell was going on.

“Just spend a little time, you know.” Cassio gestures, waving his hand towards her pelvic area.

“No I don’t know.” Nashea spits.

“Just spread your legs a little and I’ll take you to the top.”

Her eyebrows skyrocketed as her heart plummeted. The air that filled her nostrils disappeared without a trace. The molecules in her cells activated her nausea, to the point where saliva coated the entirety of her mouth. Nashea couldn’t verbalize her reaction. Her body did the work for her, shoving Cassio violently out of the way. He stumbled back into a random trash can, sending its content to spill onto the ground. She grabbed her belongings and ran to leave.

“You’ll regret that Nashea! All I was trying to do was help!,” Cassio yelled, his voice haunting the hallway that Nashea was escaping from.

-

Nashea reported the incident to HR. In return, they told her that they would look into it and speak with the director and Cassio. What a standard response that made her feel helpless. Paranoia, depression, and fear caused Nashea to take two days off, so that she would avoid seeing him. Just the thought of being in the same space, breathing the same air, made her sick. The fact that he was able to breathe was an affront to life itself.

Those two days led into the weekend where she was left to gather her thoughts. The only things gathered were the empty food cartons and bottles as she rotted in her bed. No shower, not even shuffle to brush her teeth. She didn’t move until her bladder hurt from holding in her pee. She was hopeless. Drained. The flame slowly dwindled to smoke and embers by Sunday night.

It was early Monday morning when she got a phone call from her supervisor, asking her to come in a bit early. Her heart jumped, the position! After what happened with Cassio, she forgot all about it. She lets her supervisor know that she’d be there in 20 minutes. The flame inside her sparked in excitement. She could not get her clothes on fast enough! She was flying through her bathroom, closet, and house just to get to work as early as possible.

It was 20 minutes later when she hurriedly stepped through the double doors of her workplace. She confidently strides towards the lab, smiling brightly when she sees that none of her colleagues were there. Especially Cassio.

Her supervisor, a serious but pleasant older woman, stepped into the lab. Her usual polite smile was unusually absent this morning. She could hardly look Nashea in her eyes. “Good morning, Nashea. Glad to see you here so early. Follow me.”

She was led to the directors’ office, Dr. Carrie Shaw. She was also pleasant, but much bubblier than Nashea’s supervisor. As Nashea settled into her office, that bubbly personality popped to dust. She was met with a stern expression and cold air. This reaction was unlike her. Was she testing her? Trying to put on a show that they weren’t being biased? Whatever it was, it was making Nashea’s confidence falter.

Dr. Shaw began speaking immediately as the door sealed shut. Her tone was robotic, but rushed. Like she wanted this interaction to be over in a split second.

“Thank you for applying, but we found another candidate more suitable for the position.”

Nashea sat up in shock, her body becoming as rigid as a plant’s cell wall. Her mouth slightly opens in astonishment. “I-...I’m,” Nashea started, trying to figure out what exactly to ask.

“I understand your disappointment and surprise.” Dr. Shaw deadpanned. Did she really?

“Was there anything missing? Was it too soon for me to apply?” Nashea attempted to ask politely to reel in her emotions.

“No, we just thought you would not be a good fit. There was someone better.” An obvious excuse. This attitude was a complete 180 from last week.

“I thought you said that I was the perfect fit, just a few-”

“Do you recall an incident between you and Cassio on Wednesday, Dr. Washington?” Dr. Shaw rapidly questioned.

The audaciousness, NO, the absolute gall of that question halted the scene. No one moved. No one breathed. What was left was Nashea’s consciousness scrambling for a balanced reaction. 

Nature decided that the reaction would remain unbalanced.

“Is that why I didn’t get the promotion? Because of his harassment?,” Nashea accused, voice rising, scooting to the edge of her seat.

“Cassio stated that he has not harassed you. And that you have made baseless claims to ruin his reputation.” This statement, along with the apparent disappointment in the director's voice, struck Nashea at the base of her weakened heart.

“What- Dr. Shaw, I would never lie to bring someone else down. Everything I’ve said was the truth-!,” Nashea desperately declared.

“Nevertheless, we can’t have someone in this position that has a serious conflict with a long standing team member. It’s unprofessional. I’m sorry, Nashea. The position

 Has

 Been

 Filled

Abruptly, Nashea stood up and walked out of the office. Out of the building. Into her car, driving aggressively towards the house. She exited her car, entered her home, and stood in the middle of her living room.

She dropped to the floor yelling, “Enough!” Her body shook out the tears that littered the wooden floor. Her breathing was labored in between gasps of air, followed by mournful whines and cries she could not control.

Nashea could not believe it. This shit couldn’t be real. Because she didn’t put out for that degenerate, she was passed up for the position. The devastation gravitated to bitter anger. Into a fury that was out of this world. Her hands clenched. She lifts one and begins to pound the floor, pain be damned. She started to shriek,

“I’m gonna kill him!

I’m gonna kill HIM!

I’m GONNA kill HIM!

I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!”

The mahogany coffee table and its content shook with each hit. The commotion caused the serial killer to walk in, only to see the only light of their life lose it. 

Michael Myers

Daniel Lamb

Asa Emory

Brahms Heelshire

(Story for each slasher will be added soon!)

[ebonyslasher]

Something coming in the next 30 minutes or so.

On top of graduate school and the amount of energy it takes, I've been dealing with friends, family, just life itself. Plus some health issues.

I haven't been able to focus on any reading and writing. I think I may have started to get ahold of that. But we will see.

Thank you for all that have supported me and continued to follow in my absence. And Welcome to all the new followers since then! For anyone who's request haven't been fulfilled, they will be soon. Thank you for being patient. Thank you all.

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13-9-24

[ebonyslasher]

may we please see some bashful mikols in your style? his lil -w- face looks like he's just shy from blushing. (Your art is so good, I would love to have prints of it in my home <3333)

Exporting it kind of messed up the quality but I’m quite fond of the slightly crunchy, pixelated effect.

I can’t imagine Michael as the bashful type so I just did a few goofy ideas that came to mind. I also only just realised you mentioned his (-м-) face and I only drew him once like that, oops!

[ebonyslasher]

Danny Lamb ‼️

It's literally a lamb lol

Leo:

Bye 🙌🏽

[ebonyslasher]

Made a Daniel Lamb AI on Janitor.ai beta. He should be public now. This was my first time making a character bot.

Just wanted yall to know so you can try talking to him. See if there's anything I need to edit/improve on.

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There's now a community for Black fanfiction writer's, Tumblr just approved it!