Charlie 'Placebo' Green is an oddity. An Omega with a tongue and growl as sharp as her teeth, it was no such surprise that she has trouble finding somewhere to fit into society.
When an old friend, Kate Laswell, called and asked to check in an old favour owed; Charlie finds herself returning home to England to meet with a pack in dire need of a medic. The problem? The 141 Task Force had gone through five medics in the past two months. After the pack had pushed away every other option presented to them, Laswell seemed to think that the Omega with a bite to match her bark may just be what the 141 needs.
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What to expect from this fanfiction:-
Omegaverse (A/B/O)
Religious themes (Being brought up in a religious household)
Talk of big emotions (depression, anxiety, resentment)
Gore and mention of bodily wounds
Smut
Alcohol consumption
Use of drugs (main character is an army medic and uses drugs as such to help in the field)
If you aren't okay with any of the things stated above, then this fanfiction is not for you. Any comments expressing upset or discomfort shall be deleted as you have been warned.
(All rights to the characters, other then my own OC's, belong to the company Activison. Please do not use my character, Placebo, or any of my other OC’s for one-shots or spinoffs. Cover Art is by the lovely @minxkicatty2 on Tiktok.)
AN: Requests are open; so if you have any ideas/requests, you’re more than welcome to send them over-thank you for all the support!
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Poly!141 x Reader - You Look Like Yourself, But You're Somebody Else - Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Task Force 141 x Reader - Them Paying For Your Nails
Poly!141 x Reader - Roadtrip
Poly!141 x Reader - Mission: Homecoming / Part 2
Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21
I mainly focus on CoD writing right now, but I might expand in the future with anime or manhwa depending on my next hyperfixation
I'm willing to try to write almost anything at least once. That being said a few things I don't really feel comfortable writing about are: descriptive sexual violence, incest or paedophilia.
I don't do tag lists, but I keep my masterlist updated.
Please do not consider adding any of my writing to AI.
MASTERLIST
SOAP
Summer fling Johnny not wanting to let you go
roomate!soap fluff headcanons
Ex-boyfriend Soap
Overly nice neighbour Soap
alpha!Soap headcanons, extended version
Johnny helping hicker reader... or not
Soap who comes back wrong after a mission
Sex pollen
GHOST
Blind date Ghost
One night stand Ghost
Calamity god Ghost
Meet-cute Ghost at a cafe
Asking Ghost to pretend to be your boyfriend at the pub
Ghost letting reader use his shower... and then joining in
alpha!Ghost headcanons
Accidentally bumping into Ghost's car and paying for the damages... in the backseat
Kissing booboos (fluff)
Ghost getting a little too attached to escort reader that was just trying to do their job
Kidnapper Ghost
Village god Ghost and human sacrifice reader
Simon Riley and marriage
Deep sea creature Ghost
Crush (angst), part 2 (still angst), part 3, part 4 (angst), part 5 (finally fluff)
Flirting with Simon at the bar
Simon Riley is a little gross sometimes
Transmigrated reader x Ghost (platonic)
Simon Riley shouldn't be legally allowed to drive
GAZ
Gaz who comes back wrong after a mission
Brother's best friend Gaz
Beach day with Gaz
Best friend Gaz sabotaging reader's relationships
Neighbour Gaz helping reader out
Thinking about Kyle's fingers...
Alpha Gaz headcanons
Kyle helping you during your period fluff headcanons
Co-star Kyle that uses his fanbase to force you into a relationship with him
Somnophilia with Gaz
Corrupt psychiatrist Gaz getting very interested in pacient reader
PRICE
Price and mail-order bride reader
'50s housewife reader and husband John Price
John Price and amnesiac reader
Alpha John Price headcanons
John Price and contract spouse reader
Transmigrated reader as the villain's stepmother and husband John Price: part 1, part 2
Breeding kink
Reclused alpha Price and runaway omega reader
Neglected wife reader and husband duke Price (angst)
141
Gladiator 141
Alpha 141 headcanons
Innapropriate coworkers 141 headcanons
Reader seducing tf141
Bored housewife/househusband reader and 141
Tf 141 vs a menstrual cup
Poly 141 with a child that really wants reader to join their family
Reincarnated reader and 141
Beastmen 141 x human reader, Rivals
Naga 141 wanting reader to be their mate
Cakeverse
Scent blindness omega reader (angst), Reader going to Kortac (angst to fluff)
141 as egyptian gods and pharaoh reader
Asking the 141 what size is the baby
Protective (+ Los Vaqueros)
Platonic 141 caring for reader
Trucker au
Construction crew 141 bothering reader
Viking 141
Ranking possessive 141 + Nikolai
Musk kink
Incubus 141 that take turns disrupting reader's sleep
PHILIP GRAVES
Cowboy Graves trying and failing to woo reader
KÖNIG
Neighbour König: part 1, part 2
Konig coming back from deployment
stalker!König headcanons
Being Konig's sugar baby
Konig thanking reader for saving his life by taking them for himself
Alpha König headcanons
Alpine divorce with a happy ending
MAKAROV
Alpha/omega Makarov headcanons
Makarov and civilian reader that gets caught by tf 141
Alpha Makarov and pregnant male omega reader (lactation kink)
Now that Greta and Malcolm have escaped, Brahms is alone once again. However, it doesn't take long before a new babysitter is hired because nothing is more important than keeping Brahms happy...
Content - dubcon, dry humping, fingering, blowjob, edging (more will be added as the story progresses)
Just like the movie we have a sprinkle of paranormal mindfuck vibes and it place after the events of the movie, except the Heelshires don't commit suicide and instead just run off for an extended holiday away from their menace of a son
I've added a groundskeeper named Thorton who takes Malcolm's role and also makes sure the manor doesn't fall into complete disrepair
I haven't watched The Boy II yet because I've heard wall man isn't in it and now I'm sad 😔
This is not the "I can fix him" team but the "I like him broken" team!
Brahms Heelshire is a strong, grimy, touch-starved man hunkering away in the walls. He doesn't speak much and is unpredictably violent as well as a virgin with a mommy kink. All our big boi wants is affection and we will give it to him
You are a writer struggling to meet deadlines. You hurt your head as a child and sometimes have fuzzy vision, headaches and dizziness and you occasionally use glasses when your eyes feel too strained
The mimic you replaced your husband with finds out you've been lying.
Part one
You're really lucky your former husband had no job and drove away all his loved ones except for you because it really makes passing his replacement off much easier.
One morning while making yourself and your husband some tea (he prefers no milk or sugar apparently) you notice that he seems a little agitated. It's been a week since you brought him home, you assumed city life would be a hard adjustment but maybe you should check if the forum says anything about-
You can't finish your thought because he suddenly shoots up from his chair, scraping it against the floor and making you flinch back on instinct.
You both freeze, he's clearly confused by your reaction and you puff out a little laugh to ease the tension, remembering that he might look near identical but this is a different person. He eyes you with concern, almost looking pained, and you slide him his tea, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm.
“It’s fine, I’m just a little jumpy today."
He nods his head but it's clear that he knows there's something else. You’ve seen that look a few times, you think he gets it when he’s remembering something from your ex’s memories that doesn’t add up with the present. It’s just like what someone from the forum said, they clearly don’t remember things in detail, it’s more like they mimic a person’s muscle memory. Though your mimic doesn’t seem to even remember much of that, he doesn’t really speak or move or act like your ex at all, even his expressions incredibly different.
Maybe your mimic is less experienced with mimicry or maybe he doesn’t care about your ex enough to mimic him right. That thought makes you smile just a little before you realise your husband is still looking at you with concern in his eyes.
You brush your fingers up his shirt,
“What's the matter?"
His fingers fiddle with the hem of your sweater, waiting a minute before asking,
“Can we go outside."
You blink, looking at the early morning sun peeking through the kitchen window.
“Now?"
He nods and you shrug your shoulders, “Why not."
He smiles, still a strange site to see on your ex-husband's face. The way he does it looks a little off, like he’s out of practice. You're not even a little concerned when he downs the mug of just boiled tea in one go, this is the same creature who ate a handful of dirt from one of your potted plants once when he thought you weren't looking.
You watch him march to the front door of your apartment and call out,
“You have to put some pants on, Babe!"
He whirls back around in confusion, “I’m wearing-” He looks down at his boxers for a long moment, you imagine him looking through your ex’s mind to evaluate the difference between baggy boxer briefs and pants. He looks back up at you, “Right.” and marches off to the bedroom.
The inexperienced mimic theory only strengthens.
Once you're outside, you walk him to where you're pretty sure he wants to go, holding his hand firmly so he doesn't get lost or overwhelmed by all the people.
He brightens up the moment he's under the trees of the city park.
“I know It doesn't compare to the woods we were in last week but…"
He smiles up at you, sitting on the ground picking at grass.
“It's nice…Babe."
His eyebrows furrow, the word must be unfamiliar on his tongue, your ex never called you by any pet names, none that you could call affectionate. He does that often, tries to do things he thinks you'd like to keep up his charade but it seems he has difficulty finding the muscle memory in his stolen body for any tender actions.
He clearly struggles with his wants and his desire for his nature to stay a secret, and it makes you wish you could just confess that you already know but everyone on your little forum advised against it. Nobody gives much information besides the basics, the location and what mimics are, you assume if you even hint at what you’ve done, you’ll be blocked and banned from the secretive group.
Worst case scenario is your mimic starts acting more like your ex in an effort to keep his secret safe. Maybe if you encourage him to do things your ex would never do then he’ll continue forming an entirely different personality on his own without even realising it.
He closes his eyes and lays flat on the grass, the site makes you stifle a laugh before you sit down next to him.
“Y'know, you could work here as park staff. You'd get to come here every day and look after the park and the animals, maybe improve your people skills a little?"
You confidence fizzles out a little as you speak, your ex would've had an outburst if you even mentioned him getting a job. He looks up at the trees and breathes in deeply, unlike the stiff mechanical breaths he usually repeats.
Your husband nods his head, turning to look at you.
“I want that."
You smile back down at him. He wants that. Not you nor your ex’s ghost. Him.
You’re both cuddling on the couch, eyes glued to the documentary playing on the TV, the calming voice of David Attenborough helping you relax after a long day.
“The leader raccoon and I are on good terms again."
Your husband mumbles, sliding his hand up and down your back. You hum for him to continue, head resting on his harder than normal chest as you breathe in his always piney scent.
“He wont be messing trash all over the walkways anymore.”
You mumble a little, “That’s great, Honey.” watching a very majestic humpback whale come up for air.
He says your name softly and you crane your neck up to look at him. The conflicted look on his face makes you pause.
“I used to work in I.T before I quit a few years ago… Why did you think I would like working at the park?"
You expected questions from him, far more than he’s actually thrown at you but you still tense up when he actually asks you something from your ex’s memories. You try to recite exactly what you practiced in your head many times over.
“Well…ever since that camping trip you've been acting different…in a good way. I think getting out there and reconnecting with nature really helped you out of your slump. You have a job now and a friend even though he's a raccoon."
He looks away almost bashfully, giving the TV a long calculating look before meeting your eyes again. “I changed… for the better?”
You nod, leaning up on your elbows to see him better. Maybe this is it, this is how you keep him from realising you know but also keep him from acting more like your ex for his own self-preservation.
“Yeah, that trip was good for you. You’re happier and kind and helpful and you don’t get so… angry all the time. I- I really like it.”
You stroke his cheek lightly, this past month has really been the happiest you’ve been in years. You just wish you could show him how much you want him, not who he’s failing at pretending to be.
“Even if it’s different?”
The hope in his voice lights up your heart.
“I love the new you... more than I ever loved the old one.”
He meets your eyes and it’s like you can see all his emotions in his blown out pupils. His fingers graze your cheek and he leans forward, bringing you into a kiss. You kiss him back, straddling his lap as he sits up. He pulls on your sweater, bringing you closer,
“You love me. You love me.” He mumbles like a prayer into your skin as he kisses your neck. This poor creature spent all this time thinking you wanted another man, probably carrying guilt at being the one to take said man away from you. If only he knew.
His hand carves through your hair and you think you feel him shiver before you softly bite his neck, not hard enough to hurt, just to leave a mark. He bucks his hips and moans, actually moans.
Your sex lives have mostly consisted of pretty vanilla fucking with him only letting out grunts every now and then. You figured that’s all he knew how to do and he just needed some time to get comfortable. It was far better than your sex life before him so you were sure to never complain lest he start trying to look into your ex’s memories for reference.
But hearing the sound he just made fired up something inside you that's been dormant for a long time. You want to hear it again so you bite down again but you were clearly too overzealous because he winces and pulls you back by your hair, making you let out a surprised whine of pain. Suddenly you’re not warm anymore, you’re freezing and the man in front of you isn’t your mimic anymore, it’s your husband. It happens in an instant, you push him away from you and scramble back to the other side of the couch.
He goes completely rigid and the horrified look on his face knocks you out of your panicked state immediately. He looks down at his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist and then looks back to you. It’s almost like you can tell exactly what memories you’ve just triggered, just by looking at his face. You crawl a little closer to him, trying not to shake too much.
“No, no, It's okay, It’s- I’m fine."
He shakes his head, suddenly standing up, straight and rigid like a tree.
“I need the bathroom."
He walks off, twitching slightly, shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears and you hear the bathroom door slide shut.
He stays in there for hours. Hours of alternating between frantic pacing and sitting on the couch with your head in your hands trying not to cry. What’s worse, killed by a monster you thought could love you or abused by said monster just like the husband you killed.
You want to believe your mimic wouldn’t do that to you but there was a time where you thought your husband would never lay a hand on you either. When it gets late enough, you decide to head to bed, not to sleep but to at least have somewhere soft to wait for your fate. You can’t run even if you wanted to, the other members of the forum made that clear, if it wants to, it’ll find you.
Curled on your side, you don't turn around when the door creaks open and he pads into the room. The footsteps stop at his side of the bed and everything is silent except for those distinct snapping sounds you haven’t heard since that night. You take deep breaths, readying yourself to get what you probably deserve.
You feel the bed dip and he pulls himself under the sheets. He slinks an arm around you, pressing you against his unmoving chest. He isn’t even trying to pretend to breathe anymore, not trying to seem human any longer because what would be the point?
You hear something from behind you, a whispery, scratching sound, you don’t even register that it’s coming from him at first. Eventually it becomes more distinct, a voice, his voice, not your husband’s but a voice that sounds airy and sharp, like leaves rustling in the wind.
“He’s dead.”
The bed dips further behind you, like he’s getting heavier somehow. You feel a strange thickness climb over your body under the sheets, it smells like pine and you let it slowly swallow you.
“We killed him."
Your tears flow freely and you pull the sticky, viscous form of your lover closer to you, seeking it’s warmth, it’s comfort. You cling to it, feeling vines wrap around your legs and sturdy bark under your fingers. It brushes your tears away with the softness of a flower petal.
“I will never let you suffer like that again.”
The smell of dirt and moss is strong, you welcome it into your lungs.
It took so much courage just to bring up the idea but you managed to convince him that he deserved a relaxing getaway in nature and he agreed with the condition that you'd plan it, drive all the way there and pay for the whole thing.
You did it all with a pep in your step and a smile on your face. Listening to him complain the whole hike into the forest as you urged him to go deeper and deeper, making sure you followed your map exactly. You went through everything you'd read about these creatures in your head as you made camp, every corroborated story on every forum and every message from your own trusted source.
A twig snaps just beyond camp.
"I heard something."
You try your best to contain your excitement.
"Oh, shut the f-"
You husband is interrupted by another rustle from the bushes just out of sight from the glow of your little camp fire. You know better than to ask him to check it out so you stay silent, waiting for him to pluck up the courage himself.
"It's probably just a rabbit." He picks up a stick he was poking into the fire and walks out towards the darkness. You turn your back towards him. Making sure you don't see him actually leave or return.
There's a very brief struggle that you pretend not to hear as you stare into the fire. A long silence follows, punctuated by the crackling of your fire and sick snapping sounds coming from the bush your husband just disappeared behind.
When you hear footsteps behind you, you don't turn. You tap the space next to you, making sure the entity knows you're not suspicious or a threat.
"Did you find it?"
"W h a -" It starts but clears it's throat, speaking again in a voice much closer to your husband. "What?"
It sits next to you, stiff and mechanical.
"The rabbit in the bushes."
You shuffle closer, placing a gentle hand on his thigh, trying to seem like this is something you do often. You don't look at him yet.
"No."
You hear a soft squelching sound and he twitches slightly. You lean into his side.
"It was probably nothing. I feel safe with you, anyway."
The creature doesn't say anything, you hear tiny clicking sounds like bones setting into place. It slides an arm around your waist and you try not to look to happy as you shuffle closer.
"Do you remember how we met?"
You don't let it answer before taking your phone out of your pocket and showing it pictures of your husband, continuing,
"You were so sweet, even back then."
You wax on to the creature about a love that never happened with a man that never existed. Nothing too fantastical, just about how much of a loving husband he is, how he's so kind hearted and never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Showing him pictures you had to painstakingly search for of you and your late husband looking happy to help the creature get his looks right in case it's having trouble.
The creature slowly starts accommodating to what it thinks your husband was like. It's fingers twitch at your side, slowly starting to move up and down your waist. It gives little hums and huffs out a little laugh whenever it feels appropriate.
You almost jump out of its arms when you hear a screech from somewhere deep in the forest. It holds you closer, soothing it's hand down you arm,
"Nothing will hurt you"
For the first time since this thing walked into your camp, you look at it's face. It's morbid that you would never know this isn't your husband if you hadn't orchestrated the whole thing yourself. It's breathing is a bit forced, chest moving up and down a bit too mechanically and you haven't seen it blink yet but all in all it's a direct copy. It stares into the woods with a deep frown on its face.
You can't help but lean up and softly kiss it's cheek, curiously stroking the skin along it's jaw like you're afraid it might peel off if you touch too hard. It blinks a few times, looking back at you. Your gaze flickers from it's eyes to it's lips and you watch it do the same.
You close the gap between you without any guilt or second thoughts, kissing your husband deeply like married couples are supposed to. He copies your movements, pulling you closer by your shirt. You eventually have to pull away and take in a deep breath, he stares at your lips, copying your breaths like he doesn't know how to do it himself.
You stand and pull him up with you, guiding him towards your tent. You still have so much to show him.
Can i get a firefighter lesbian saving carrie from the house collapse thingy and both falling into quiet lovely love (and maybe killing off/scaring other bullies in other schools) and/or freaky time with amanda with a thot top woman pls that would be 😩👌
I don’t know who you mean by Amanda, except for maybe Amanda Young from the Saw movies? Which I’ve only watched once a piece, btw.
“We’ve got a live one!”
You ran over to help Ward move the rubble and it was you who Carrie White grabbed onto as she frantically tried to free herself. Or so you thought. Later, you would find out that she was trying to make you go away, so she could die in peace. But when she latched onto your arm, you helped pull her out. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. I got you, I got you.”
It was your first month on the job. You had graduated from Bates High School the year before and had joined the fire department as soon as they had opened their doors to women, eager to do something with your life. Chamberlain was such a boring town, you thought that it would be a good way to get your feet wet before you eventually moved to a big city and joined that fire department.
But as it turned out, things could happen here. You had been called at home, ordered to get to work. Something had happened at the Prom and it seemed like nearly everyone in attendance was dead. A few had escaped through the vents and fire doors, but everyone they had found inside was dead. Whatever had happened there seemed to have spread through town, though there were a handful of fatalities at most. And it seemed that all roads led to this house. You knew of Carrie, everyone did. She was the school whipping girl. People were already blaming her for what had happened, for some reason.
Carrie was in shock when she was loaded into the ambulance and you watched them drive her away. Her mother was DOA, though the cause of death was unknown. The lack of blood from where the rubble had hit her indicated that she was already dead when the house collapsed. Later, it would be determined she died of a heart attack and everyone assumed that the house coming around had caused it.
You visited Carrie in the hospital the next evening, when you had finally been able to get off work. The high school was obliterated, the number of dead was in the triple digits and the town was never going to be the same again. You were exhausted and had gone to the hospital to get checked out after some rubble from the high school had hit you. It was nothing, but they had insisted. The town didn’t need any more dead young people, your boss had said. And it had hit you that so many of the dead were around your age, barely any younger. You had gone to school with most of them, some of the seniors had been your friends. Once you were checked out of the hospital, you went to visit some of the injured, making polite small talk. Everyone had someone with them, family or friend. Everyone but Carrie. When you had passed her room, it had been empty and quiet that you had to go in and check on her. After all, she was alone in the world now.
“Hi, Carrie.” You said, holding some flowers and a small bear that you had picked up at the gift shop. If you were going to visit, then you might as well do it right. “How are you feeling?”
Stone silence was your response. But you still set the gifts on the nearby table and pulled up a chair. “I don’t know if you remember me. My name is Y/N L/N, I was a year ahead of you in school. And I was the one who got you out last night.” More silence and the look in her eyes told you that Carrie White would not be okay for a long time. Though a part of you suspected that she never had been okay.
“If you need anything, call me.” You said after spending a half hour in awkward silence, pretending to watch the episode of I Love Lucy that the hospital TV was turned to. Your number was written on the back of the teddy bear’s tag. “I mean it.”
--
Three days after you last saw her, Carrie called you. She needed a place to stay and it was going to be a while until things were figured out with the bank, as everything had been in her mother’s name. She had nothing but the teddy bear and what remained of the flowers. You had picked her up from the hospital, ignoring the stares from the people who saw Carrie getting into your car.
The survivors of the Prom claimed Carrie had caused the destruction. Which was impossible. The damage was impossible to have been done by a dozen people, much less one. The tentative conclusion was that whoever had set up the prank had done something to the wiring, causing the electrocutions, which had caused the fire. Faulty doors and panic were why people were trapped inside. As for why they had seen Carrie calmly walk through the chaos and out the doors? They were confused, mixing up when they had seen her. She had obviously left before the fire had started. Nothing else made sense.
You lived with your parents only a few blocks from Carrie’s house. You hadn’t been able to salvage much, just some clothes and personal items, among them a sewing machine and supplies. When you brought out the box with her things, Carrie only seemed happy to see those. The rest had been her mother’s.
“I don’t want them.” Her voice had been hard, angry, when she had responded to the question of what to do with her mother’s things.
Later, you allowed Carrie to go through your wardrobe and pick a few things out, so she would have something to wear until she could get new clothes. You sat on your bed and watched, fascinated by her expressions. It was as if she was experiencing a whole new world.
“Your momma lets you wear these things?” she asked, holding up a colorful peasant blouse. “It looks like you could see right through this!”
“Well, not really. It just kinda looks that way in the light. And yeah, she does. My. Mom doesn’t care as long as the important parts are covered and I’m happy.” You shrugged, as if that should have been obvious. But the look on Carrie’s face told you that the concept was totally alien and that made you feel sad.
--
As it turned out, Carrie was fond of the long, flowing hippie and prairie dresses that you happened to have a few of, leftover from a phase you had gone through the previous summer. The second weekend she was at your house, you surprised her with a trip to the outlet mall a few hours away. You had some money saved up and spending it on a good cause was better than frittering it away on junk.
The smile on Carrie’s face when she was able to finally pick out her own clothes was the best cause in the world.
She was a dream house guest; your mother had said after a week. Carrie was helpful, even when your mother had told her to sit down and relax. She even listened to your father’s long rambles and responded, much to his delight. They wanted to keep her around, they declared. At dinner one night, a month into her stay, your father drunk a few too many beers and said that you needed to find a girl like Carrie one day.
It was the first time anyone had said anything in front of her about who you were. You weren’t hiding it; it just wasn’t really discussed. In the seventh grade, you had told your parents you liked girls more than boys and they had accepted it. You were their daughter and that was what mattered. Chamberlain didn’t have many women you could date, at least openly. And that was something you would never do. You would never hide for anybody.
There had been an awkward silence, everyone waiting with bated breath for Carrie’s reaction. But she had just blinked and nodded, even smiling. It seemed that she had taken it as a compliment that your father thought Carrie was wife material.
And if things were different, you would be thinking the same. Carrie was smart, kind, even funny when she got the chance to be. But she needed time to figure herself out. While she hadn’t told you much about her life before, what you knew had made her mother seem like a monster who would have killed her daughter for even wanting to be with a man. She needed to heal first.
--
Six months after the Prom, Carrie was still living with your family. She had finally been able to show her face around town by the end of summer. Most of the people who still blamed her had left for college. The town believed her to be a victim of a cruel prank and monstrous mother. Margaret White was buried in an unmarked grave in a lonely part of the cemetery. Carrie had left flowers once but didn’t feel compelled to visit her. Not after having lived with your family, with parents who loved their daughter, despite her being what most would call abnormal.
Carrie didn’t think you were abnormal. At first, she had been suspicious of your motives, wondering why you were being so kind to her. She had spent days waiting for you to do something to hurt her. But nothing had happened and you had kept being kind. So by the time she found out about who you were, her mind didn’t go to the worst place.
“When did you know you liked women?” she asked as the two of you peeled potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner.
“When I was 12. I didn’t want to kiss boys. They were nice and I wanted to be friends with them. But they weren’t the ones I wanted to be alone with, if that makes sense.” You answered without missing a beat, still peeling a potato.
Carrie nodded, though she was still trying to understand something. Something about herself that was buried deeper than what her mind could do.
--
The chair slammed against the wall and it was the loudest sound in the world.
You just stared at Carrie, your eyes wide from shock. It was the day after Thanksgiving and it seemed that a few members of her graduating class had come home from the holidays. They had stood on your lawn, jeering and throwing trash at the house. Murderer, freak, monster, they had called out. It had taken you aiming your father’s gun at them to get them to leave, which they had, but not without them calling you some charming slurs.
Carrie had been weeping, huddled up on the floor. Your attempts to calm her down had only made her cry harder and she had lashed out, screaming that they were right as a chair flew across the room.
It seemed that the rumors were true.
But it didn’t change anything between the two of you. As she had wailed on the floor of your living room, screaming that she was everything they had said, you had held her tightly and told her over and over again that she was not, she was a good person who had done a bad thing and it hadn’t even been on purpose.
And the one bad thing she had done on purpose, killing her mother, wasn’t even a bad thing. A selfish part of your mind said that it had brought the two of you together. So it couldn’t have been that bad.
But you didn’t say it out loud. You couldn’t dream of it.
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A year after the Prom, Carrie was starting to plan the rest of her life. She had been talking to Miss. Desjardin and Sue a lot more since the new year had started, forming a proper support network. It had been their former gym teacher who had given her the idea to become a teacher, to do for kids like her what hadn’t been done for her until it was nearly too late. It would take the summer to get everything ready, but she would be able to go to college by fall. Margaret had left behind enough money for her education and Carrie had been working at your family’s business for a few months.
You were also thinking about moving away. There was a position opening up at a firehouse in Augusta and your supervisor was willing to write you a reference letter. Over the past year, you had proved yourself capable time and time again, so you would be able to get the job.
“Maybe we should go together. You and me,” Carrie suggested when you mentioned the possible transfer. “One of the schools Miss. Desjardin said I could get into is in Augusta. And I don’t want to leave you.” One of her hands slowly crept over and laid on top of yours.
You looked at her, feeling your heart pound and your mouth dry out. “I don’t want to leave you either, Carrie.” Looking at your hands, you turned yours over, lacing your fingers together. “You’re very special to me. I love you. A lot.” Too much, you added, suddenly afraid of Carrie for the first time. But it wasn’t even fear of her. It was fear of losing her.
“I love you too. A lot.” Carrie was smiling wider than ever before and you just knew that everything was going to be alright from now on.
baker!reader who's lured simon riley into her shop, home and heart with sweet treats. (pt.1)
pt.2
it happened all too quickly for your mind to comprehend. one day you were manning your bakery, restocking sold out treats in the cases when the little golden bell above your pink, french-style doors. you were expecting anyone really—one of your regulars who leaves with a latte and a breakfast desert, or a kid with a sweet tooth.
instead you were met with a tall and shadow-like man, broad and built with a dark mask covering all but his two dark brown eyes and light lashes.
well, maybe you had lied when you said you were expecting anyone because this was not what you had in mind. a quick glance around further confirmed that he didn't look like he belonged. wearing all black and that mask—it faces you chills to meet his eyes, which you only did briefly before you both averted your gazes—he stood as awkward as a kid getting a scolding from a parent. like he knew he didn't fit in.
in his time from the door opening to standing across the cases from you, you realized you hadn't said your greetings. embarrassed, you flushed red and almost stuttered out the words.
"welcome in," you smiled, grasping a mini tong in your hand. he grunted in response, but you didn't let it deject you. he didn't look like the friendly type. "do you need time to look, or have you figured out what you'd like?"
you offered a question in hopes you'd get a word out of him. does he speak at all? Is his voice dark and rough to match his appearance, or is it high pitched and wonky, like a bad comedy movie?
"tha' one." he pointed at a pastry through the glass, where you noticed a slight tremble in his hand. nerves? a swallow bobbed under his mask, and he retracted his hand. "please."
you simply nodded and avoided thinking about the way his voice gave you butterflies. it was deep, accented—british—and not as rough as you would've thought. his words were smooth when he spoke, and his tone seemed to soften when he remembered his manners.
"of course." you make haste to package his pastry to go in a box with your bakery's logo—small and pink with flowers. you were so focused on gently handling the little treat, and when you finally looked up, he was already staring. it caught you off guard. "anything to drink?"
he nodded, tearing his eyes away once he realized he'd been caught. "wha's good?"
you bit back a smile—most of the drinks offered on the menu did not seem his speed. "our most popular at the moment is a cinnamon caramel cream cold brew."
silence fell over both of you as his attention landed on you again. the rim of his eyes had widened, and an almost concerned glint reflected against his iris. maybe that was shoving him into the deep end?
you chuckled. "I'll get you a black coffee."
"no." he shakes his head. "I'll have...wot'ever y'just said."
a giddy smile threatens to take over your face as you punch it into your device. "what's a good name for that order?" you didn't need his name, he was the only one in here. you only took them when it got too busy and too many people ordered the same drink.
"simon."
simon. you liked his name. it suited him.
"I'll get that made right away, simon," and you turned your back on him to do just that.
the entire time you prepared his drink, you felt the weight of his eyes burning into your back. it wasn't malicious, but it made you nervous. was he just curious? the drink he ordered wasn't something he was accustomed to.
which is why you were conflicted. if you ever had a customer that you thought were cute or attractive, you'd find yourself giving them a little extra in their drink. more caramel drizzle, extra chocolate chips, a free peppermint stick. with simon, you weren't sure about adding in more sugar to a drink that was definitely not in his comfort zone originally. you withheld for now—and held your breath that he would come back again.
you spun around with the drink in hand, a clear cup with flowers decorating the sides. sliding it across the counter along with his pastry, you gave him an equally sweet smile. "there's that for you, simon. your total is $9.45."
he reached into his wallet and pulled out a crisp twenty, opting to hand it to you rather than sliding it across the counter. for some reason, it meant that much more to you.
"I'll be back with your change!" his mouth moved under his balaclava, but you didn't let him speak before turning around. you fumbled around in the cash register for a few moments before the bell chiming caught your attention.
handful of bills and the correct change, you turn back to simon while simultaneously calling out to the new customer. "welcome—" you paused, brows knitting together.
simon was gone. no new customer had walked in, only the one who just walked out without his change. you didn't even see the direction he went outside the window, just that he was gone as quick as he came.
something in your heart sank. you just met the man, but a feeling tugged in your chest that told you something different was going to happen.
that was the first time you saw simon, and you knew it wasn't the last.
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ɞ﹒₊˚ This is partially inspired by the manhwa "A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes!"
ɞ﹒₊˚ Imposter AU's, there is a bit angst in the first three nations but you'll be fineeeee, hopefully.
ɞ﹒₊˚ Female!Reader x Selective!Various
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[NAME'S] RECIPE AND INGREDIENTS BOOK!
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Prologue; The Foodie turned Imposter?!
When a foodie from the real world gets sucked into one of their comfort games, popular hoyoverse game's middle child Genshin Impact, it's not all fun and playtime as one would have expected. Finding out you share a face with the most divine God and Mother of the world, the creator, you are forced to fight for the right to live, so that you can eat and cook for another day!
Part 1: Sunsettia
Part 2: Sweet Flowers
Part 3: Mint Tea
Part 4: hilichurl style stew > 4.5 special: adventures of a pyro slime
Part 5: Burning Pinecones
Part 6: Ginisang Ampalaya
Part 7: Dawn Winery's Grapevine + Fruity Skewers
Part 8: Buttery Mamon
Part 9: Benny's Adventure Team + Wolfhooks
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Part 10: A stew called denial
Part 11: Conspiring over a meal
Part 12: Poisonous Devotion
Part 13: Experiments in Fictional Ingredients
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Isekaied reader as the villainess in the novel and romantic interests 141
What happens when after being pushed in front of a bus you wake up in the world of a novel? Even worse than that now you posses the body of the villainess that is destined to be betrayed by all her loved ones and die a tragic death. With one year before the heroine of the story appears you try to change the plot in order to avoid execution while the male leads start getting interested in the reformed villainess.
To Love Is To ✦ Multi x F! Reader: Miscellaneous memories of you and your love-struck slasher. Wrapped up and laced with a bow.
Tempest ✦ Masky + Hoodie x F! Reader ✦
Series Summary: Stuck in a lackluster marriage with nowhere to go, you accepted your fate. Until your husband goes missing, and upon his return, he seems… changed. Now the picture perfect spouse- is the man sleeping next to you really who he says he is?
Chapter I ᯓ You & Your Husband ✦
Chapter II ᯓ The Soldier & His Wife ✦
Chapter III ᯓ The Hunt ✦
TBA… ͙͘͡★
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Hoodie//Brian Thomas ⦻
1-800-Midnight-Caller ✦ Hoodie x F! Reader: Mystery man by the payphone. You’re enamoured as you are cautious; yet you can’t help but pick up when he rings you during a storm.
TBA… ͙͘͡★
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Eyeless Jack//Jack Nyras ⦻
Sweet Meat ✦ EJ x F! Reader: There is a man on the edge of the woods, and he’s completely infatuated with you.
Sunday & The Blue’s ✦ EJ x F! Reader: You’re a messenger working under The Operator- the issue? You’re in love with the resident cannibal.
TBA… ͙͘͡★
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Jeff The Killer//Jeffrey Woods ⦻
Yours, In Scarlet and Sunshine ✦ JTK x F! Reader: Jeff swears up and down he can’t stand you, but emotions and honesty have never been his strong suit, now have they?
Left-Right-Left ✦ JTK x F! Reader: His love for you is deep and warm. Something that keeps his heart beating, but just how long can perfection last?
TBA… ͙͘͡★
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Ticci Toby//Tobias Erin Rogers ⦻
How To Boyfriend 101 - A Guide for Parasites ✦ Ticci Toby x GN! Reader: An exploded lab, a newly built house and one crush later- he’s desperately trying to pretend that he’s your boyfriend and not a brain eating amoeba.
TBA… ͙͘͡★
【EveryManHybrid ★ >>】
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Evan//Habit ⦻
XOXO - Habit’s Ver ✦ Habit x GN! Reader: SFW and NSFW relationship head-canons !!
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˖Ი𐑼⋆ Bitty & Bonbon ────୨ৎ──── ₊ ⊹ ᰔᩚ ݁
AKA -> The Adventures of Habit and His Favorite Rabbit ᕱ ᕱ
!! Breakdown of their nicknames !!
!! Reader’s Psychology/View of Their Relationship !!
The Kick-Off !! ✦ ft. Habit x F! Reader (First meeting):
Habit & His Gaslighting ✦ ft. Habit x GN! Reader:
Daddy’s Home ✦ ft. Dom! Habit x F! Reader:
Reassurance But Evil & Perverted ✦ ft. Habit x GN! Reader:
Sorry Not Sorry ✦ ft. Grovelling-Adjacent! Habit x F! Reader:
Oh God He’s Rabid ✦ ft. Habit x AFAB! Reader:
Extra Sub! Habit scene ^^
Aphrodisiac Habit but he bottoms (and he’s mad about it) ^^
Oh No You’re Sick ✦ ft. Habit x GN! Reader:
Extra Fluff! Habit thinks you’ve gone missing (you haven’t) ^^
Early-Bird ✦ ft. Habit x F! Reader:
TBA… ͙͘͡★
【⦻ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⦻ Drabbles ⦻ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⦻】
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The Creeps With a Touch-Avoidant S/O ✦ ft. Multi x GN! Reader:
Jack’s In… HEAT ?? (And so are you) ✦ ft. EJ x Menstruating Reader:
A Boy Failure & His Magical Music Box ✦ ft. Human LJ x GN! Jester Reader:
Lap Sitting ✦ ft. Soft-Dom! Jeff x F! Reader:
Lover Worship ?! ✦ ft. Toby + EJ x GN! Reader:
Where’s Toby ?! ✦ ft. Werewolf! Toby x GN! Reader:
Fuzzy & Headrocked ✦ ft. Sub! Evan x GN! Reader (somno):
HOLI-WHAT ?! ✦ ft. Multi x GN! Reader (Christmas w the creeps !!):
Sweet Summer Lovin’ ✦ ft. Farmer! Tim + Handyman! Brian x F! Reader:
Ice-Breaker ! ✦ ft. Hoodie x GN! Reader (Brian’s view on relationships and trust):
Kiss Me Soft ✦ ft. Hoodie x GN! Reader (Patching up Brian):
Hearts Crown Jewel ✦ ft. Thief! Hoodie x Princess! Reader:
Claws & All ✦ ft. Dilf! EJ x F! Reader:
SO HELP ME GOD !! ✦ ft. Multi x GN! Reader (Embarrassing moments in bed):
Raw & Older ✦ ft. Older Bf! Toby x GN! Reader HC’s:
Penny For Your Thoughts ✦ ft. Masky x Crybaby! Reader (Comfort/reverse comfort)
Have You Ever Tried This One ? ✦ ft. Multi x GN! Reader (Favourite positions):
Late-Night Laundry ✦ ft. Masky x F! Reader + Hoodie (Silly side quest):
Grasshopper ✦ ft. Toby x GN! Reader prt 1:
Sunspot ✦ ft. Toby x GN! Reader prt 2:
The Space In Between ✦ ft. Hoodie x AFAB! Reader (Marblejar):
Downsized ✦ ft. Brim x Toby x F! Reader:
Extra Extra !! (More fluff) ^^
The Pigeon Problem ^^
How you all met ^^
Cowgirl !! ✦ ft. Sub! Hoodie x AFAB! Reader (Riding torture):
You got kids ?! ✦ ft. Dilf! Hoodie + Tim (Headcanons):
Fawn ✦ ft. Masky x GN! Reader (Marblejar):
Un-Sober Me Up ✦ ft. Hoodie x GN! Reader:
A Distraction ✦ ft. EJ x F! Reader (desk head):
Take Her Him Down- Pound Town !! ✦ ft. Bottom! Hoodie x AFAB! Reader (pegging):
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The Sharing is Caring Saga ✦ ft. Masky + Hoodie x F! Reader !!
You’re Brian’s girl, and Tim has a crush.
Desk Pet pt 1:
Tim’s Weak Will pt 2:
Double Stuffed pt 3:
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Sand Jack In The Box Kind of Love ✦ ft. LJ x GN! Reader !!
Sink Your Teeth In Me — proxies x reader [masterlist]
summary: You were born a hungry creature, tainted and unnatural, yearning for a bite. Your father made you to be beautiful, the perfect angel — a gift to God. But you've defied your purpose from the start. Running from divinity, from perfection. Letting sin corrupt your appetite. Now you roam the forest, cold and free. Not any longer lonely. Will they teach you how to feel human again?
A story in which you live as a man-eating beast in the forest. You're entirely alone — relying on your sharp thinking and even sharper teeth to keep yourself alive. Until you meet them. You refuse to be a slave again. You fight and claw your way out countless times. They're sick of it. Sick of you. But none of you have a choice. You're in this together wether you like it or not. And you'll learn to like it soon enough.
total wc: 21.6k
pairings: tim wright, brian thomas, ticci toby and kate the chaser x reader
contains: agender, inhuman, cannibal! reader; character death, animal death, violence & cannibalism, religious cults & imagery, slow burn, angst, enemies to friends to lovers
a/n: i posted this on ao3 a while ago and decided to also post it here so uhhh yah ( ˙༥˙ ) forgive the long ass summary oops
extra | team 141 character introductions
extra | konig + horangi character introductions
extra | las almas crew + graves character introduction
part ? | price/gaz rooftop talks
part 1 | bag of tricks
part 2 | ghost/soap muzzle
part 3 | price+ghost check in
part 4 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 1)
part 5 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 2)
part 6 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 3)
part 7 | sketchdump 1
part 8 | ghost/soap chasing tail
part 9 | soap/fantasy!ghost (full vers on patreon)
part 10 | ghost/soap docile
part 11 | ghost/price due diligence
part 11.5 | ghost/soap due diligence (nsfw - only available on patreon)
part 12 | ghost/price holding back pt 1
part 13 | ghost/price holding back pt 2
part 14 | soap/gaz doing things blind (only available on patreon)
part 15 | konig/horangi clear
part 16 | sketchdump 2
part 17 | debrief
part 18 | ghost/soap work it out (part 1)
part 19 | ghost/soap work it out (part 2)
part 20 | cockatrice (part 1)
part 21 | cockatrice (part 2)
part 22 | sketchdump 3/puppy playtime
part 23 | new moon (part 1)
part 24 | new moon (part 2)
part 25 | new moon (part 3)
part 26 | open book
part 27 | face to a name
part 28 | before
part 29 | that’s an order
part 30 | diplomacy
part 31 | mr riley
part 32 | human
part 33 | wraith
part 34 | sitting ducks
part 35 | negotiations
part 36 | monster
part 37 | bloodsucker
part 38 | the lieutenant's arrived
part 39 | he keeps his promises
part 40 | i'm sorry john.
part 41 | mutt
part 42 | limitations part 1
part 43 | limitations part 2
part 44 | limitations part 3
part 45 | hoard (nsfw, only on patreon)
part 46 | hoard part 2 (full comic on patreon)
part 47 | mask off
part 48 | aware part 1
part 49 | aware part 2
part 50 | reward (part 1) (suggestive)
part 51 | reward (part 2) (nsfw - full comic only available on patreon)
part 52 | reward (part 3) (nsfw - full comic only available on patreon)
part 53 | catchup
part 54 | brief
part 55 | group huddle
part 56 | quid pro quo
part 57 | wing thing
part 58 | generous
part 59 | learning moment (part 1)
part 60 | learning moment (part 2)
part 61 | shy
part 62 | the viper and the vampire
part 63 | easy pickings
part 64 | bogey
part 65 | trapdoor
part 66 | birdie
part 67 | detonate
part 68 | priorities
part 69 | blindspot
part 70 | blindspot (part 2)
part 71 | hold on
part 72 | hold on (part 2) (only available on patreon or bluesky)
part 73 | everything (part 1)
part 74 | everything (part 2)
part 75 | everything (part 3)
part 76 | classic
part 77 | test subject
part 78 | recoup
part 79 | recoup (part 2)
part 80 | grievances
part 81 | smokebreak
part 82 | refocus part 1
part 83 | refocus part 2
part 84 | ready or not
part 85 | look alive
part 86 | messy
part 87 | risky play
part 88 | new tricks
part 89 | split
part 90 | haze
part 91 | walk it off
part 92 | work with me
part 93 | child's play
part 94 | cartwheel display
part 95 | eyes on the prize
part 96 | bloodsport
tpart 97 | the black wolf
part 98 | sucker
part 99 | one for one
part 100 | interlude
part 101 | consolation
part 102 | day one
post finale FAQ
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