Please please PLEASE read these warnings before readingđ i am not in the mood to be cancelled
Chapter one: home
Masterlist can be found here!!
WARNING: SELF HARM, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Coyle slander, easterman slander, the twins slander(i love arora but not otto so dont say im just picking on them), drugs. This is outlast trials were talking about, a lot of warnings, but no kinks
You didnt know where you were. One moment you were in your dorm room, trying to get your masters degree in film and cinematography, fiddling with a small device you found while your ipod was playing music, the next you were on the ground in a 60âs style office
âWho are you??!â The man says âhow did you get in here??! You dont have clearance!!â
âI dont know??! Jeez!! Why does it look like were in the 60âsâ
âDid you hit your head?? Whats with your clothes?? You look like a hooker. Not in my business.â
âExcuse me??! You look like a sorry excuse for a grandpa. And you smell like straight cigarettes. Disgusting. Ever hear of cologne??â
The man scoffs. âGet her out of here, and get her in a procedureâ
âWait wait wait what??! Procedure??!â
âDid i stutter?? Youll be a reagent for interrupting my time. We implant an esop into you and you do our therapy lessonsâ
âThis is a fucking joke. Wheres the cameras. Brad??â You call out to your teacher
âTheres no brad hereâ
âWait!! If im doing this for real, whats an esop??â
âIts your powersource for rigs and your night vision gogglesâ
âNight vision?? I carry a camera on me at all times. My old camcorder. It has a nightvision setting on it. I can just use that. Plus i have asthma!! I cant really breathe with that thing on meâ
He takes the camera on him, observing it. âVery well.â You sigh in relief. âIf you can prove the esop unuseful for yourself, we wont have it implantedâ
You nod, feeling grateful. A woman, doris you learned her name, showed you your room, allowing you to get settled in. You immediately looked for some outlets to plug your stuff into. You found at three outlets, which would be perfect. And started charging your camera batteries and ipod. You also plugged in your phone, only to groan when you realized you had zero service to message any of your friends. That was a lie, the friends part.
You didnt have any friends.
Loser.
Your parents had passed away a few months ago in a car accident, and since your dad was in the military, after his funeral, you recieved enough compensation to cover for your schooling, so you did. You paid for your semester and carried on with your life. You didnt have a job either, instead working on commissions.
Your aunt was probably worried about you, wondering where you went. honestly, you dont even know where you are, or when you are.
Five hours later you were shoved into your first trial, running from a woman you soon learned from files to be mother gooseberry. You felt bad for her, you studied psychology as a minor, and could immediately tell she had an obvious mental disorder, and she really just wanted to be motherly. She stemmed from a dentist apparently, and that duck?? Goose?? Was one of her personalities. It was her father, and it stemmed from years of abuse
You practically screamed when blood would squirt into your mouth, but remembered you had to keep quiet. Everything was so nasty here, but you just put your headphones in and played music to help you calm down. You of course kept it quiet enough to hear the background
âTheres a new one. I saw her yesterdayâ gooseberry tells franco during primetime. âThough she seems very jumpy. Theres not that strange device on her like the others. She uses a tiny camera, and such strange clothes.â
This piques his interest. A tiny camera, and weird clothes?? He had to see that. He wondered if they were revealing
You met him a week later, you wore a tank top, and some shorts, you had weird tattoos on you, a dagger on your thigh was one of them, and your knees has spiders on them, but what confused him most of all were your platforms. How could you run in those??!
Of course you had other clothes, given to you by easterman when he found out about your dilemma, but you preferred clothes from your own era, they were more comfortable. In the meantime you picked back up crochet again, making sweaters and cardigans. Your yarn was gifted to you by barlow when she found out how sweet you are.
You wore your fathers cross 24/7. It was the only thing you had from your parents, and yoh wouldnt let them leave you, only if now your dad was about to be born in 8 years, saying youre in the same timeline.
Franco liked you though. He liked your chest, your thighs, and the trial felt like a game of cat and mouse. You never threw anything at him, but you wanted to. You wanted to like you did coyle, you wanted to like you did the kress twins. You just couldnt bare to do it due to his head. He didnt need anymore damage. But your partners did. âFuck you you think im getting uglier!!â That broke something in you. You actually thought he was kinda cute.
You couldnt carry the poison, so the other reagents had you distracting him. You panted as you ran through the casino, so as a small break when you thought he wasnt around, you hid in a wardrobe
âCome here often??â
âYeah i ha-â you slowly turn you head towards him, and let out a shriek, getting out of the hiding spot. Fuck murkoff for making the closet fit two!! Let alone your fat ass and a short chubby man âthe fuck??! Why are you in there!!â
âI hide too dumbass!! I need to disassociate sometimesâ
âWhat the fuckkkkâ you sob as you pick up running again.
â___??! I thought you were distracting him??â A fellow reagent says as he notices you running and sobbing
âIm trying, parker!! Shit shit shit shit!!â You scream as franco is hot on your trail.
âWhy dont you just throw something at him??â You dont answer, so parker takes a bottle and throws it at franco, missing him by a hair
âParker!! Dont you fucking dare!!â You actually halt, making franco barge into you on accident, and you stumbling to the ground
âThe fuck??! Youre on his side??â
âNo!! Dont fucking throw shit at him you sick fuck!!â
âHes literally shooting at us!!â
âYou!! Hes shooting at you!! He doesnt shoot at me because i dont abuse him you fuckass piece of shit!!â
Parker scoffs âfine, whatever, fuck the man. I dont care.â
You scoff, getting back up before turning to franco, mumbling small apologies before going back to running. Franco stands there in disbelief for a moment. YouâŚ. Helped him up?? That doesnt make sense. Why are you so kind??
You ran even after you felt like your legs gave out. You couldnt lie, this was the most you ever ran, you were losing weight quick and fast, but you would actually pray to jesus in your room that it wouldnt take your boobs from you: âPlease lord theyre my only good quality, i could actually make good money off of them if i tried, but im not a slut, so i dont. But please please PLEASE dont take my girls away from meâ
But you digress, and continue running. You didnt even hear your teammates calling out for you when the trial is done, and parker has to literally grab you and drag you to the shuttle
franco followed you, aiming lupara at Parker and shooting âyou needa learn to watch tha suit!!â
Parker groans, looking at you as if its your fault
âThis is your fault parker!! If you didnt throw shit at him we wouldnt be in this predicament!!â
Youre suddenly lifted by your other partner, austin, who was a raging 6â3 man, standing over a foot taller than you. He lifts you by your neck like a baby cub, and thrown into the shuttle. He does the same for parker and scoffs
âShe got an A-??! And we got a C??!â Parker shouts
âCorrection, you get a C. Austin got a B. You threw bottles at franco when your partner had it handled, causing a chain reaction and for ___ to get trampled and potentially killed. You need to learn that some people know how to handle others, and ___ has experience with people like himâ
You nod as the doctor explains âpsychology babyyyyâ
Two weeks later you were shoved into primetime, and you didnt know how it went. You made work on the generators, this time it was a solo mission. Parker and austin were distancing themselves from each other after a fight.
You hummed along to your music as you worked on the generator, when you noticed the faint smell of cigarettes and rotting dogs. Oh HELL no. Not coyles nasty ass.
It got closer as you hid in the corner
âI can hear that commie music ___ where are you??!â He shouts angrily
âFuck you!!â
âTime and placeâ
âFuck no you nasty bitch!!â You pick up the brick that was in your bag, and threw it at the wall next to him. âLike id ever be seen with you!! Cunt!!â
âTHE FUCK YOU CALLING A CUNT, CUNT??!â
âYOU BITCH, GET THE FUCK AWAY YOU STINK LIKE ASSâ
âShowers are for the weakâ
âThatsâŚ. Ewâ
âI shouldnt have said thatâ
âYeah no kiddingâ
You continue in the corner, almost throwing a brick at franco on accident âthe fuck??! Its a two prime asset thing??!â
âYeah you fuckinh idiot!!!â Coyle sighs
âAye!! Dont call her a an idiot you pistachio!! Look at her rack!! And she doesnt have that thing on her like the others!!â
âShe attacked me with a fucking brick at me!!â
âAnd i have 14 more, jackass!!â
âYou are one strong motherfuckerâ
âThank you coyle, well, its time to run!! Gotta blast!! Bye sugarâ you tell franco before you leave
âMaroneâŚâ
âYoure disgusting liking a commie like thatâ
âShes not a commie!! Shes just⌠different. She has a crazy rack, and she smells niceâ
âHow would you knowâ
âI trampled herâ
âCant keep your baby dick in your pantsâ
âSAYS YOUâ franco whines, chasing after you. Coyle sighs, slauntering over to another room.
âMy dick is very big thank you very muchâ
âDont need to put that image in my headâ you say from under the table. Somehow he followed you, and you lost franco again
âUgly ass commieâ
âYour mom didnt think so when i ate her outâ
âYou⌠whatâ
âJesus, its a jokeâ
âFucken commiesâ
You start cackling, before quickly shutting up and leaving while he was on the other side of the bathroom. You heard him pissing. When you were sure he wouldnt hear you you stand up again, taking a deep breath ânasty i can smell the yeastâ
You continue doing your tasks before making your way to the front. You got tazed a few times before you got into the shuttle. Franco had completely stopped trying to attack you, and you were fine with it
âYou have some excellent filesâ easterman says, âhowever, we noticed how you have gained the liking of a certain someone. We want to put you as a caretaker for when the PAâs are in solitudeâ
âIm sorry, huh??â
âNot only does il bambino like you, gooseberry also does, we have been taking some time converting an old mansion from the countryside into a home for the prime assetsâ
âDoes that mean i get to force them to batheâ
âIf thats what you wish, then yesâ
âEh okay, screw it. Im fine with themâ
âYou have to cover up, franco is a horny manchild that WILL try to take your clothes off, cant have our caretaker dying from his tiny dickâ
âIm sure its not THAT smallâ
He looks at you. A look that says âbelieve me, its smallâ
You clear your throat
âCooking ingredients will be delivered weekly, dont forget to cook every night, if my money goes to waste you will be the next scapegoat. And i hate to do that to my favorite reagentâ
âYeah yeah, are they in thereâ
âNot for another week. We have some more things to finish up before rounding everyone up and bringing them here.â
âI see. Am i free to go?? You know, get situatedâ
He hums, and walks you upstairs, to the top floor, a cut off floor from everyone else. It had a bathroom, and a huge bed âthis bed is HUGE bro what the fuhâ
âOnly the bestâ
âYou know, if i didnt know better, id say im your favorite.â
âDont be an idiot. I have matters to attend to, here is your key. They will know not to come up here.â
You got bored. A week with nothing to do, sure a small tv sat in your room, but it was creeping you out. You had music on your phone, but you couldnt do anything, talk to anyone, or anything. The mannequins freaked you out, so you threw out every. Single. One. You couldnt stand them, not even in the trials. You cleaned the pool, set up a chore chart with chores for everyone, coyle would clean the pool, the kress twins had a thing for chainsaws, so you will have them doing garden work, gooseberry would sweep, and franco would do the bathrooms. Each of their rooms would be expected to be cleaned once a week, and you would have game night. You wanted this to work.
You also somehow had brought an ipod speaker with you, and had that going at times. Though you liked some of the music being played on the radio. You learned sewing from barlow, and started making your own clothes. The fabric patterns wereâŚ. Something. But you could work with it
You even made some plushies using the fabric, but now you were burnt out, and laid on your bed holding the stupid looking bunny you made. It was literally only day three.
You get up again, once again deep cleaning the house, trying to get any remaining blood stains(probably a murder house) to get out of the floor, you wore a white tanktop to avoid bleach stains. This place had a LOT of bleach. You had your headphones on, scrubbing as much as your body would handle, which surprisingly lasted until night time.
The next day you targeted the garden some more. Pulling weeds and dead leaves from the ground. You trimmed the hedges, and mowed the lawn.
It wasnt until the fifth day you actually sat down and turned the television on. It played a bunch of gore and crappy shit, so you scoured for some books. There had to be some. HAD to be. But no. You had videos on your phone, movies in your files, but youve seen them all. No use in watching them right now.
The sixth day came and easterman showed up at the door âit looks clean. Im surprisedâ
âI got bored being alone for 6 days. I did everything physically possible. Im even burning incense in my roomâ
âIf this will keep your attention, i have some books you can have. Theyre in the van. I will grab them for youâ
âOh thank god. The tv is so gorey and i dont think thats good for the brainâ
âTomorrow the prime assets will arrive. Please keep coyle and franco from tearing each other apartâ
âThey WILL bathe before stepping foot into my home.â
âI will make sure they do. If they step out of line, you use your phone to ring me and i will send reagents outâ
âOhhh ___!!!!!â
âOh noâ
âCome out you commie!!â
âFUCK YOU.â
âAgain, time and placeâ
âYou better have showered, piss dickâ
âHow dare you make me batheâ he jokes as you lift his arm up to smell him
âIts a little better, go bathe againâ
âHWAT??! Ill have you know this is a classic oklahoma smellâ
âIm from oklahoma douchebag. People do NOT smell like that. Go. BATHEâ
âFine FINE you fucking shit stain!! Im going.â
âYou better scrub for at least 30 minutes!!â You throw a bar of soap at his head
âOW YOU HIT MY HEADâ
âTHATS THE POINTâ
You continue to wash the dishes, not very many as you were by yourself, but you still washed them every day like you used them.
âCan i help??â A voice rings out âdaddy says i shouldâ
âWould you like to sweep??â You ask âthere is a vacuum in the closet in the hallwayâ you smile at the woman, seeing her nod and head towards the hallway. It was obvious she didnt mind you, yet was skeptical anyways
The kress twins didnt like you. That was obvious. Arora had a disliking to you due to your âunfeminineâ hair and body.
You used to have long hair, but during your first few trials, you cut it off from getting it stuck in a fence. Austin heard your cries of pain and took a broken piece of glass and cut it off. You loved your curls, and it looked so choppy. Doris cut it into a nice pixie cut when you got back as you sobbed
You also werent anywhere near skinny. You werent obese, but you werent aroras level of skinny. She mainly didnt like you because you called them out for their incestual tendencies. Its gross!! What do you expect yourself to do?? Say âyessss girlll go get that brother dihhâ?? FUH NO!! Nasty motherfucka
You were told liliya would not be apart of the mansion. She preffered the resort, so you never met her.
Franco was avoiding you like the black plague. You never saw him, but you knew he arrived with the sound of him talking to the kress twins. It kinda hurt you a little, you thought he would treat you like everyone else, but you guess you were wrong
The oven went off and you brought the cookies out of the oven. Alfredo sat on the stove and warm bread in the second oven.
Once the group sat at the table, and started eating, you decided to bring up the chore list
âSo, i took your skills and likes and composed a chore list. If everyones going to be living here, it would be in not only our, but murkoffs best interest, and keep the house cleanâ
Arora scoffs âchores?? Like were childrenâ
âYes you incestuous buffoon, chores. And ill have you know i figured you would like the chore i have assigned youâ
You point to the list, and read it off
âCoyle, you give off pool dad vibes, so i figured cleaning the pool at least twice a week would be perfect for you. Its an easy feat, murkoff has a vacuum for cleaning pools. Just dont bring that ugly taser into the poolâ
âIll do what i want womanâ
âAnd thats why theyre taking the weapons soon. Mama gooseberry, i would really appreciate it if you swept the floors and dusted. Arora and otto, youre in garden duty. Make the garden as pretty as possible. I already pulled all the current weeds out, but youll have to maintain it. And franco dearâ
His head pops up from looking down âyes??â
âIt would mean the world if you could clean the bathrooms for me. Once a week?? Change the toilet paper when needed?? Ill give you a kiss on the cheek if you doâ
His hand grips the table as he gulps âanything you want, sweetnessâ
âThank youuuâ
You sighed as you lowered into the bathtub. Your back ached from the day so you decided to take a bath, the tv you wheeled into the room was playing a soap opera as you had a few glasses of wine. Ypu preferred cocktails, but right now the wine would have to do.
Crashing followed by franco and coyles shouts brought you out of your trance. You sighed, stepping out of the tub and quickly drying off, wrapping your super long robe around yourself
âHEYâ you shout from the stairs while walking down, gathering the attention from the two men âis there ANY good reason as to why you two are fighting??!â
âShut your commie ass upâ
âLeland if youre not going to say the reason keep your ugly ass quiet. Franco.â
âHeâs just mad im allowed to keep my luparaâ
âYou know what, im not dealing with this. Byeâ
âI- sweetness!!â
âNo! i got a bath to finish!! Do what you want!!â You slaunter off back upstairs âand that pool better be cleaned coyle!!â You slam the door and twisted the lock
Coyle and franco continue to argue downstairs, âthis wouldnt happen if it wasnât because of youâ
âExcuse me you cop mothafuckaâ
âIf you didnt have that gun then we wouldnt be in this situation and she wouldnt be mad!!â
âI dont just shoot anybody ya hear!! My lupara is a very sacred thing ta me!! You just fucking electrocute anyone you can think of without even thinkingâ Coyle glares at franco polishing the gun ânow go do as she says and clean that damn pool because you and i both know shell be even angrierâ
Coyle shoves a vase to the floor as he leaves to clean the pool. After you finish your bath you slug down to the kitchen in your pajamas and grab the ingredients to bake cupcakes. Franco follows you in like a lost puppy, sitting at the counter, watching as you silently mix the ingredients together
âToots-â
âSush and put the butter in the microwaveâ you cut him off, sliding the bowl of butter towards him â30 secondsâ
He does as you say, placing the butter into the microwave and pressing the buttons. Eventually you cool off and he still hovers as you cook together. He was actually really good at making frosting, making some form of italian buttercream his nanny probably taught him when he was younger.
You knew you were supposed to be the mother of the prime assets. It clicked for you as soon as you heard you would be placed into this system.
Franco was supposed to be the baby, and coyle the dad. But you liked coyle being the uncle more.
Gooseberry was supposed to be the nanny. At least you would assume. Always helping out around the house, that woman. Helpful, but futterman was a different story. Futterman was a piece of shit.
You knew futterman was an alter. But it just seemed so much like a separate entity it might as well be.
That fucking duckâŚ..
Arora and otto were supposed to be grandparents, you would assume.
You didnt talk to them other than at dinner. If they were around you would go the other way. One time they legitimately told you not to cook dinner at lunch and when you came down for dinner you were given a salad while everyone else ate pasta. Aroras reasoning?? You looked shameful
Franco said their pasta wasnt as good as yours. Serves them right, the italiano telling you yours was better was a confidence boost
You didnt let them cook after that
Gooseberry was brushing your hair after a day in the pool. She hummed as you read from your book, to kill a mockingbird.
â-___!!â
âHuh??â You startle, looking g at her
âI said, how are you liking this place so far??â
âOh⌠i kinda like it, its better than the sleep room at least. Fresh air is niceâ
She hummed as an answer âyou know, francos taken a deep liking to you, dearâ
Your face goes warm
âI knowâ
âAnd you have too-â
âSUSH!! SHHH NOT A WORDâ
She chuckles and continues to brush your hair. Youre tired, thats obvious
âWhy dont you go upstairs and restâ
âBut im cooking burgers-â
âIm sure coyle can handle itâ
âEw dont let him load it with pistachiosâ
âI will do the preparation, and coyle will grill itâ
You nod, and head upstairs. The feeling of chlorine on your skin irritated your skin
You needed a shower
You didnt come down for dinner.
Why didnt you show up for dinner??!
Youre supposed to be his mommy!!
Where are you??!
He didnt want coyles nasty burgers. They tasted better if they were made by you!! Like they were made with love!! The burgers tasted plain
âFranco, are you alright dear??â gooseberry asks
âIm fineâ he clenched the burger in his hands. He wasnt hungry anymore âwheres ___â
âOh, shes upstairs restingâ
That was all he needed to know. He grabs a plate and fills it with food. Cant have you getting thin on him
He marched upstairs â___!! Sweetness open up!!â
âFive more minutes..â
He sighs, before trying the door. Its locked.
Hes not stupid. He just knows how to pick a lock. His fingers werent shakey, he was just incredibly impatient.
â___ open the doorâ
âMmmm noooooooâ
âOpen the door, titsâ
âBut its cold and so far awayâ
He grabbed the lockpick from his pocket he took during a trial just earlier today. Austin and parker were there. He made sure to treat them the way you were treated. Karmas a bitch
He grumbled as he picked the lock before opening the door. Hes never been up here before, but damn was it cozy. A dress mannequin sat in the corner, an outfit on it. Soft music from what he would assume is the radio, played, and that bed. Jesus it was like it swallowed you whole. Lights were strewn about, and fake vines and celestial decorations were hung up. Sunlight. Actual, legitimate sunlight, not the fake shit that made his head hurt, seeped through the blinds and curtains.
âYou need to eatâ
âNoooâ
âYou havent eaten all day!! Eat or i shove it down ypur throat!!â
You just groan, turning over so your back was facing him
âSet it on the tableâ
He inhales through his fat ass nose before setting it on the table, and leaving the room. Hell be back later to see if you even ate
You sat at the table downstairs, hunched over the book in front of you. Easterman was nice enough to let you attend a college, fully paid, and during the day, you were gone. You were studying psychology. it was something you were minoring in during your original time, and since film wasnt an option anymore, you only made clothes for yourself, and they didnt teach culinary, psychology was the way to go.
it was all shit you already knew. modern times were way more advanced than the sixties, and you were for sure going to ace the class. it was the homework that annoyed you. essays upon essays for your english class, and you couldnt use articles you found online. you had to use a typewriter and books and newspapers.
the primes were gone on trials, had been for three days. prime time had just started, and easterman ran a tight ship. you were alone. by yourself. thats what alone means after all, and to be honest, you werent doing okay mentally. the heavy box cutter you used when upacking and cleaning only a month and a half ago was upstairs, the metal shiny and sanitized. the blade was tempting. a slice quick enough wouldnt hurt, right??
you close the book, standing up as you start your trek upstairs to take a nap. you didnt want to resort to self harm just to feel an ounce of pain. you already had cuts littering your legs, so it was really tempting. You got into bed, and turned the lamp off
Except you couldnt sleep. In fact, you hadnt slept in two days. It was too quiet.
Sure, you could put on ambience, but you were sure your phone had no service, and radios didnt have any form of ambience. the only option would be to open your window, and you hated wasps, so no
So you layed, in silence.
it was a hot day, even the fan from the ceiling wasnt strong or fast enough to cool the room down, yet the sheets were cool and inviting. the only ac you had was downstairs, and you would have to lug it up.
when you awoke, it was evening according to the alarm clock on your nightstand. you trudge downstairs, opening the freezer and pulling out a tupperware of prepared food: homemade pizza rolls. these were your remembrance of the 2000's, and you were grateful you knew how to make homemade ranch, because you LOVED ranch.
while cooking the rolls in the oven, a noise startled you. you grab the knife, walking towards the sound. the front door. you heard grumbling, and were ashamed because you were wearing the smallest shorts you had to keep you cool, and the cuts were visible down to your knee. the only thing covering you was a long feather robe.
you stalked towards the sound, hearing the man grumble more, trying to shut the door quietly
"dumbass, loud as hell bitch"
the lamps were off, and you didnt have your camera. it was pitch black. you got close enough to smell the cigar smoke on the man, as well as a hint of... milk and gunsmoke. your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness to reveal...
"franco??!"
"shit!! the fuck you doing up damnit??!"
"im a full grown adult. I can do what I want. It's Prime Time!! the hell you doing home"
"its over?? this part is however"
"it goes for a month"
"and easterman sent me back. is something cooking??"
"i havent eaten, im hungry"
he starts for the kitchen, turning a lamp on to illuminate the hallway grumbling something about a 'wolf's milk' whatever that was. you followed suit, covering more of your body so he doesnt whine about your cuts. the only part really visible was the cleavage in between your breasts. "why are you the only one home??" you ask as you put the knife away back in the holder, pulling out your pizza rolls, and grabbing the container of ranch
"beats me, i dont care about them toots" he pulls out the gin, amaretto, milk and an egg. you watch as he poured the ingredients into the blender, and dumping the eggs white in there
"the FUCK are you making"
"wolfs milk"
"that looks disgusting. youre cleaning thatâ
âBull shit!! It tastes like heavens titâ
âAnddd this is why you get no one in your sheetsâ
âBefore this stupid place i was getting tit everyday, and even now i get a faceful of itâ
You cover yourself up even more, eating your food as you watch him walk over next to you, plopping a seat as you take a sip from your sweet tea
âOh ha ha very funnyâ
âIm being serious, that is one hell of a rackâ
âWell thank you franco, now drink your alcoholâ
âDont tell me what to do woman-â
âI said drink your fucking alcoholâ you say, taking a roll and putting it in your mouth before going and grabbing your psychology book and turning to the last page you were on, page 103
âI still dont understand why youre doing this whole school thing. You dont need itâ
âWell, a degree would be good, plus it gets me out of the houseâ
âAnd i cant even go with youâ
âFranco, we talked about this. Youre not allowed to leave the premisesâ
âThat old ass bag of bones wont let me go out with my sweetness. You go out all the time, what if you get hurtâ
âThats sweet franco, but unless you convince him to let you go out, then you cantâ
âCould probably get myself a nice suitâ
âI can make you a suit, you know thatâ
Franco inhales. Thats not the point âbefore this, i was the most well dressed baby around, had nice suits, dark ones too. Not this ugly white. Had some⌠expensive rings as wellâ
âWowwwe im so infatuatedâ
âAbsolutely notâ he hangs up. You call him again
âPleaseeee bro come on, he keeps begging meâ
âIm not your bro, and were doing so good with franco already, what if he runsâ he hangs up again. You call him back
âYou think hed run from me?? He wants like just to accompany me and shitâ
âGood point, but still no. Hes unstableâ again
âI dont know, hes calmer around the mansion, well, when coyle and the kress twins arent up his assâ
âFine!! If i let him go with you will you stop calling me everytime i hang up??â
âYes!! Thank you!!â
You hang up the phone, for the last time this time, and walked to your bathroom, to take a shower before your class. A car would be arriving soon, and you needed to look your best for the shopping spree that would ensue after.
You had also made franco a suit. Embroidered with tiny flowers, something for him to wear at home, especially since that suit was usually covered in drugs, blood, and other bodily fluids, you didnt want that in your home. It was a black suit, something he mentioned he liked, with dark red accents in the embroidered flowers, and a dark red undershirt.
You took your shower quickly before walking downstairs in your robe and setting the suit in francos surprisingly clean room.
âFRANCOâ you yell from the window
âWHAT YOU LOUD WOMANâ
âGET UP HERE AND CHANGE. THE CAR WILL BE HERE IN ABOUT 45 MINUTESâ
This makes him perk up, he looks at you for confirmation âyou bettah not be playing with meâ
âHe said it was okayâ
Franco walks inside, heading upstairs to see the suit. It⌠fit?? And not the way murkoff made his suits. This fit perfectly, god damn you were perfect.
âDo not kill anyone or i swear to god ill rip that suit off of you and make you run around town nakedâ you say, fishing in your bag for your book. You were in the car, the driver looking forward as to not make contact with the man baby
âYeah yeah. I hear ya womanâ
âI have three classes, then im out. Classes are an hour each. Take a nap, arm wrestle, do not leave this carâ
Franco rolls his eyes at you, watching as you leave the car, before fiddling with his sleeves as he instructed the driver, a former reagent easterman called.
âSo uh, mister barbi, where would you like to go??â
âI want to stay here where she is visible. Didnt want her to get hurt by a son of a whoreâ
âArent you a son of a whoreâ
âThe fuck did you just call me you cocksucker??!â
Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.
The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.
I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.
Ive seen a small fandom erupt from the vent project, and this is gonna turn out just like alfreds playhouse. Emily got too cocky with her work when she realized people actually liked it and it went downhill from there. Please dont medialize a vent project. Its okay to talk about it, but not cosplays about two mentally unwell people who are actually going through hard shit and romanticizing them
Its okay to have comfort in the disturbing, i admit, as someone who also struggles, it is a small comfort. Notice how i said small.
I dont typically write for male readers but my best friend asked for this so this is the only one ill write unless he asks for moređ
SET BEFORE HE GETS SENT UP
Warnings for all you weirdos
Alcohol use, smoking of cigs(virgina slims bc youre a twinky, theyre really miaâs lol) and weed
âJesus, look at that fat slice of cakeâ you say, eyeing rylands butt as mia sits next to you, snickering
âExcuse me??â Grace says as he turns towards you
âMy slice of cake?? What did you think i meant??â You say as you pick at the cake. Grace looks at you for a moment, before chuckling to himself for a moment
âOh, my faultâ
Mia seems to be holding it in next to you. She was the band teacher and hosted both film club and esports. She wanted to start hosting dnd on days, but that would step into her schedule too much, so she hosts it during the summer. She had recommended you to the job about a summer ago, and you were now the english teacher.
You and mia met at a rave club you circulated, quickly becoming friends. She revealed to you that she was going to get married a year from today, with her fiance ivory. Ivory was also a teacher, teaching marine biology and hosts a knitting class for her students on the side. She also revealed that she was dutch, coming from the Netherlands as a teenager.
But enough about those zesty lesbians, this story is about you, dear reader.
You had what one could only call a big fat nasty ass crotch staining crush on the 8th grade science teacher. You would sit in your bed giggling to yourself as you scrolled on his instagram page. He was so awkward, it was cute. He loved his students dearly, they were so attentive and into his classes.
You had a few students who were attentive, but most of them didnt read the lessons and you could tell. you didnt fail them though. they dont need that on their transcript and they are children so its completely unfair to see them miserable over grades.
â___?? Hello??? ___!!!â Mia waves her hands in front of your eyes âjesus, is the imagination sex really that good??â
âHUH?? WHAT??!â
âIve been calling your name for the last 2 minutes. Verdorieâ
âSorry, i was just thinkingâ
âAbout rylands butt or-â
âAbout my students, also, keysâ
âYour students?? What about them??â
âDo yours ever⌠not pay attention??â
âMy students HAVE to pay attention, they play instrumentsâ
âOh, right. But, i feel like my students treat you guys better than meâ
âTheyre kidsâ ryland says approaching you. âThey have short attention span, and no offense, english is a really hard to focus on classâ
You nod, looking down, your bag had your students essays in there, and you were reading them at home over the upcoming spring break
Mia glances between you two, before groaning and slamming her hands on the table âlook, me and ivory are having a get together tonight, feel free to come, but i have to go. If you do come over, wear your cardigans, we want to take photos
You watch as mia leaves, and you finish you desert before taking your leave as well. You packed your stuff up for the day and left. You didnt know why, but you preferred to be one of the last people out of the school for the weekend.
You spent the next hour and a half baking cookies. You wanted to impress ryland, you didnt skimp out on any ingredients. Your grandma taught you to bake before she passed away.
Growing up, your parents werent around. Always out, exploring the world, leaving you with your grandparents. When they were around, they were always drunk. They hit you a few times, slurring at their words. Maybe your drinking anxiety stemmed from that.
You only drank the lightest when out, opting to be a designated driver.
When you arrived at mia and ivoryâs, mia embraced you, taking the plate of cookies and setting it on the coffee table
âYou came!! Oh, thank you, ___â ivory welcomes you as you sit on the couch âwere still waiting on rylandâ
âI thought you said it was a friend get together. Wheres everyone else??â
âFake ass hoes, ditching us to go fuck in a van outside of town, bitch ass hoes, piss vaginas.â Mia says, brushing the dark red hair out of her face. âThey decided they wanted to go have a skinny dipping bash and then have am orgy. It sounded really fucking weird. Rylands still coming though!!â
Your face warmed at the name call âi- he is??â
âYou gay HOE. Of course hes comingâ
âOf course!! It took some convincing, but i found out he also likes you. Im gonna be such a good wingman. Wingwoman?? I dont know im just fucking gay with strap on in my closet.
âEw⌠i didnt need to know thatâ
âYouve seen it before when we were buying itâ
âUgh you rightâ
Ryland arrived shortly after you did, bringing a tray of brownies that may or may not be laced with only the tinest amount of weed to make you tingly
You couldnt notice it though. He made you tingly himself. This crush had to go. It wasnt good. HR fires anyone who has a relationship with anyone in the same building. All else fails?? You leave the school, go to the high school, or teach at the college where people actually appreciate your lectures. Not to mention hate crimes- oh and homophobic families?? Yeah no
â___â
âHuh??â Youre startled out of your thoughts by ryland getting in your face
âYou okay?? You look like your capillaries are experiencing vasodilationâ
â⌠whatâ
âOh, you look like youre about to explodeâ
âNerdâ mia says quietly
âSush!!â You and ryland say
You guys enjoy the night, drinking wine, champagne, and mia smoking from her bong.
That evening turned into two, which then turned into three, then six, then ten, and before you knew it, you and ryland had gotten closer than ever, and you would notice he went to school without a lunch, offering to pack him meals.
That turned into you meal planning: making meals for ryland.
That then turned into him coming over, without mia and ivory.
It was originally game nights.
You shouldnt have liked him this way, but you did. And he did too. Hr didnt mind anymore
âSo, how are your students doing in your class??â
You two were having a grading night. He sat on the couch while you sat at the table
âA lot of them still dont careâ
âNext year may be betterâ
You hum in response. You were arms deep in essays right now on your computer. You had the grammer checker you used pulled up.
You look up at the ambience ryland had on
âChristmas ambience?? Seriously??â
âHey!! Its almost christmas!!â
âIts april.â
âAlmost christmasâ
âYoure like a momâ
You two finish what you were grading and sat on the couch.
âYou remember when i talked about cake in the teacher lounge??â
Hello my lovely friends and fans- I hate to have to post like this but I might need a teenyweeny bit of help. My home situation has become unsafe for me to continue to stay in. Iâm attempting to leave as soon as I can to Florida (yes to work at Disney!)
The issue is that Florida is 3,000+ miles away and I make minimum wage where I am. This post is just to drop my Kofi link in case anyone wants to spare some change for a decrepit artist like myself to get out of (my personal) hell.
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Holy shit i need to get off my ass and writeâŚ. Jk ive just been writing in my drafts and the soâlek x reader will be part two to pills then ill pull a cute teylan out my ass then ill start uploading my franco barbi x readerâŚthen ill upload my joost x reader when i get it finished then eywas farmer girl and intergalactic transfer program
Oh also imma make a ryland grace x gn amab reader for my bsf bc he asked so nicely
"Joost fan fiction but his dad is alive in this one"
"Joost fan fiction but Joost is an abuser"
"Jost fan fiction but he calls you a fat pig and compares you to skinny models so you starve yourself and develop an ED and start self harming and he still calls you ugly and fat"
He's a real person... He's not a fictional character, he's a real human being. You guys being mentally ill does not mean you can use Joost as a way to feel empowered by your eating disorders or dream about severely abusive and toxic relationships where he sends non-consensual sex videos to you to make you jealous.
You're weird as fuck... and creating scenarios where it's convenient that his parents are alive so you can get a storyline going... he lost his real parents at his real young age... you portraying him as a toxic loser and abuser who wants you to get an ED might also give weirdos who don't know what kind of person he is the complete wrong impression.
If you guys want to write that sick shit you can do it to fictional characters who won't see any sort of consequences for your weird ass fucking fan fictions. I doubt he's on Tumblr looking through his hashtag but Jesus christ, some of you need to seek professional help or take a massive break from the internet, fingers off the keyboard.
You literally contribute to this fandom being filled with nasty crazy people, BE NORMAL. I usually don't have an issue with fanfictions but some stuff you actually don't have to publish on the internet, some things are better in the drafts.
can we see a vulnerable moment from Suli!Reader? Sheâs always acting so strong and tough, wanna see her really open herself up emotionally to Aoânung
A small offer
Summary: You have scars after the attack from the akula, and Aoânung suggests a way to deal with them
Warnings: none, fluff,
The boy who chased pretty girls around the beach was now staring at his mate, his she-devil, with uncanny intensity. The furrowing of his forehead, the formations of his lips in a partial purse, had transformed the warrior. From a cocky arrogance, to a Naâvi who was watching the woman heâd wanted for years, he was morphing into a state of unease.
The scars on your body, some healing, were evident of your bravery and your self-sacrifice. Your decision to chase after the boy who had left the reef against Aoânungâs demand, had saved the boyâs life.
But at what cost?
At the cost of you being laid up on the tsahikâs floor while they removed broken pieces of coral and rocks from your body? At the cost of you being in recovery for weeks? Orders from his mother that were strictly enforced by Aoânung which caused arguments between you two.
He watches you sitting on the edge of the platform hanging above shallow water. He tilts his head and renders himself only mindfully watching, as you run your fingers along your thigh, where some of the worst damage was, and then to your back.
Along your spine where there are uneven edges of a scar that will mark you for life. He studies the way your fingers run along the formationsâthe wounds are closed and the skin is healed. To anyone who would see you in the village, they would say that you are back to your normal, hissing self but Aoânung knows different.
He sets his spear down against the wall of your marui and sheds the toa guard, setting it in place. He keeps his eyes on you as he removes piece by piece of his ceremonial clothing until he is wearing nothing but his loin cloth. Aoânung reaches behind his head and removes the tie that keeps his hair out of his face, choosing to wrap that leather spring his wrist.
âSwayä lu meuia.â A scar is honour.
Your tail is curled around you, your fingers stop running along your own spine and you return your gaze to the sea. Itâs while you have your back turned to him, that he approaches you. He is silent and cautious as he comes to sit next to you, his hand resting between your thigh and his.
Aoânung follows your line of sight to the sea, to the ocean that gives his people so much life and hope. His eyes traipse along the surface of the saltwater to where some hunters are out in canoes, and others are on their iluâs. He embraces the sound of the sea lapping against the support beams of the platform that connects all the village.
And then he shifts his gaze.
He turns his head and rests his eyes upon you, studying every inch of you. The cuteness of your nose, speckled with tahnĂŹ. The bioluminescent freckles that he loves to run his fingers along in the darkening haze of the sunset while you rest on the hammock.
He analyzes the shape of your lips that hide those sharp teeth that heâs seen flashed at him through hisses. His gaze follow the shape of your eyebrows, inherited from your father, to the golden hues of your eyes. Everything about you is captivating to him, a radiance that he cannot fathom ever going without.
You are nothing less than a perfect balance of your fatherâs humanness and your motherâs Naâvi blood. A beautiful Naâvi through and through, not just externally but through your fire that always lingers beneath the surface. The intense energy that you have is illicitly and eternally a sirenâs song to draw him in to you.
âYou are beautiful.â He finally raises his hand and cups your chin, turning your head in his direction. He leans forward and bumps the edge of his nose against yours and breathes in the intoxicating scent of youâwhere the forest meets the sea.
âWhat brought that on?â Your mouth and his are only slightly parted from each other, close enough that he could just tilt your head once and theyâd meet. âAre you trying to slither into my bed?â
âOur bed.â He corrects you and tightens his grip on yours chin, just enough to keep you from pulling away like he knows you want to. âIâm complimenting my mate, canât I do that?â
âYou want something.â Your eyebrows furrow in suspicion with a firm press of your lips together. âDonât you?â
Aoânung laughs and brings you closer, this time to kiss your questions into silence. He feels you melting into him, since you had finally accepted what he always knewâthat you were meant for him and to be hisâyouâd stopped constantly fighting the affection. Although you still hissed at him almost daily for one thing or another but he doubted that would ever stop.
âI always want something from you.â He mumbles into the kiss and keeps his hold on your chin as you try to pull back to smack his shoulder or his chest. âYou are beautiful paskalin, and your scars are nothing to hide.â
Thereâs silence and your gaze drops, golden eyes falling to one of the scars on your thighs. Aoânung follows the track and rests his other hand upon the scar, running his thumb along the skin. Slowly caressing the evidence of your bravado with the pad, until you raise your gaze again.
âThe one on my back is the biggest, the worst.â Your transcendence of honesty is raw, itâs real and unguarded even in its simplicity.
âSwayä lu meuia.â Aoânung shifts the hand on his thigh to the scar on your back, touching the raised and puckered flesh. Even though it is visible and it is a large piece, itâs not marred like some scars he has seen from some of the other hunters.
âScars are honour.â You repeat the words and turn into him when his hand rises, his lips ghosting over your bare shoulders. Heâs trailing his lips to the middle of your shoulder blades and then back again until he brushes his lips against your ear.
âI could cover the scars with a tattoo, syulang.â He speaks with a sultry voice that matches his enticing expression, and his hands slide up your spine. You shiver against his fingertips and turn your head, the little space between you two nearly makes your lips touch. (Flower/petal)
âYou me to have tattoos, fish lips?â You mumble, closing the distance to whisper against his mouth.
âI want to give you tattoos,â he captures your eyes and draws your lips closer to his, return the favour of teasing you with the same effort as you teased him, âby my hand. A visible, permanent mark.â
âItâs about possession then.â Aoânung neither denies or flinches at your claim. He gives you a little smirk then presses his warm lips to yours, nibbling on your bottom lip with his teeth.
âItâs a win-win, muntxate.â He groans into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you allow him to. The fingers of his hand that arenât cupping your shin shift from your shoulder to the waist-ties of loincloth giving them a sharp tug. (Wife/mate)
When his name falls from your lips in a whimper moan, Aoânung grins into the kiss and pulls away. His smile grows when you try to chase his lips, and he responds by taunting you and leaning away.
âIâll tattoo you and you have something to cover the scars.â He evades your kiss again, purposefully leaving you wanting more until you agree to let him sink a needle into your beautiful skin to mark you with tattoos provided by his own hand.
A permanent claim.
âAoânung.â You speak his name with a slight curl to your lips, and ears that fall flat to your head and a slightly narrowed gaze. Silence falls between you before you roll your eyes and finally agree, and only then does he allow his lips to crash against yours.
So how does a commission scam work? Youâll get asks like this from blank blogs who didnât see your commissions posts and instead are programmed to send these to anyone using certain tags. Afterwards, theyâll offer you $300 to draw a pet but wonât use your preferred payment option. Instead, theyâll ask for your email address. What happens next? Youâll get a phishing email claiming to be from PayPal saying you need to upgrade your account and when you click the link youâll compromise your account details to the scammer who will then try to get your money. You will not be paid for your work at the scammer will then move on to someone else and block you.
If someone was really interested in commissioning you, they would already know the answer if they seen your post about it.
So what can you do? Block bots like this and warn other artists.
