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Have an extremely angsty fic idea for COD. But I’m hesitating in writing it for a few reasons.

1) I’m probably not going to write the characters well (especially Johnny since most people write his accent and I don’t know how)

2) It’s an ABO fic, and I know next to nothing about that stuff, and would probably just write it how I want to

3) Most people expect smut when it comes to ABO fics, but I’m trying to keep all my public accounts smut free so everyone can read my stuff. Any smut would be strictly posted to Patreon which many people won’t like

4) I literally only have a handful of ideas, and no real plot for it

5) I’ve got a billion other drafted stories that are incomplete

So, knowing all of this, do you think I should try writing it?

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The Perfect Soldier (TF 141 X M!WinterSoldier!Reader)

The mission had been a grand success. 141 completed it with surprising ease, getting away with minimal injuries, though still quite exhausted from the many days spent away from home.

They’re on their way back to base now, driving a civilian vehicle through the city. Gaz is at the wheel, Price in the passenger seat while Ghost and Soap share the backseat, brood shoulders pushed together. Soap, despite being extremely tired, blathers away about random things, shifting every now and then in his excitement, pushing further into Ghost who grunts quietly in faux annoyance.

It’s as they’re driving under an overpass that the nice, tired haze that comes after a successful mission is torn away. A loud ‘thump!’ landing on the roof of the car, indenting it slightly under the weight of whatever landed there. Immediately, the men within the vehicle tense up, alert as they scan the area, watching the dent on the roof to see if it moves.

The tense moment is broken the second a startled scream tears from Gaz’s throat. A metal arm smashes through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and quite literally ripping it from his hands. Despite the panic of no longer having a steering wheel, Gaz manages to think enough to slam the brakes, sending the mysterious figure flying.

The four men watch in shock as the figure slides backward with each, their metal hand digging into the concrete to keep them from going any further. The second they’re stilled they stand up, staring down the car. Ghost immediately pulls out his gun, aiming it towards the stranger only to drop it the second another vehicle rams into the back of theirs, pushing it down the highway.

Unable to control the car, it hits the barrier before swerving, beginning to flip. Price immediately grabs Gaz while Ghost grabs Soap, both of them slamming as hard as possible into the already damaged doors. The doors surprisingly pop off, allowing them to safely yet painfully hit the ground while the car flips away before catching fire.

They scramble to their feet only to duck as the people from the other vehicle open fire on them. The man with the metal arm is handed a grenade launcher, immediately popping grenades at them. A particularly close explosion sends Ghost over the edge of the overpass and down onto the roof of a passing bus which immediately swerves, flipping onto its side.

The metal armed man focuses on Gaz next, blowing up two different vehicles in pursuit of him before finally sending him over the edge as well. He manages to land in a roll, softening the landing just enough to avoid serious injury.

Above, the stranger swaps out the grenade launcher with one of the guns provided by the others, moving to the opposite side of the road to look down in search of Gaz or the others. Just as his aim pivots towards the tilted bus, gunshots pop off below him, forcing him backwards where he collapses against the barrier. He sits there, dazed for a second before pulling off his cracked goggles with an angered huff.

Gaz, the one who shot him, takes off running down the street as the metal armed man pops back up, immediately firing after him. His shots miss their mark as Gaz ducks and dives behind vehicles. He speaks a few words to his comrades, sending them off as he jumps over the edge of the overpass, landing on an already destroyed car. He simply walks off of it, starting his pursuit of Gaz.

Gaz sprints as fast as he can despite his limp from jumping off the bridge, shouting at civvies to get out of the way. Just as he goes to pass another vehicle, he takes a sudden shot to his left shoulder, sending him stumbling. He collapses against the vehicle, holding his shoulder as he glances around before spotting sight of the stranger atop another vehicle, gun already raised.

Thankfully, before he can open fire on Gaz again, Ghost appears. He rushes up to the assailant, holding something heavy and metal, using it to block a surprisingly forceful punch by the metal arm. The assailant is undeterred as he simply pushes the object aside before slamming his foot into Ghost’s chest, sending him flying off of the vehicle and onto the ground.

Ghost doesn’t hesitate the second he sees the man reloading. He jumps over the vehicle, kicking the gun out of his hand, forcing him into a fist fight. Ghost hits the man with a right hook before trying to slam his metal covering into him, only for the man to catch it with his metal arm. The man’s nonmetal arms slams into Ghost’s jaw before both hands grab the covering, twisting it and forcing Ghost to flip over.

He loses the covering as the man takes it. Knowing he has no choice but to keep fighting without it, he sprints forward, barely managing to dodge as the covering is thrown at a rapid speed towards him, embedding into the back of a van. The man pulls out a knife as Ghost approaches, forcing him to go on the defensive. He tries his best to block every attack, pushing and hitting the man’s arms despite his impressive speed.

Ghost manages to land a good hit on him, causing him to stumble allowing him the time to slam his foot into his chest, sending him backwards into the side of a van. Ghost immediately takes the opening, flying up and slamming his knee into the man’s chest. Unfortunately, the man recovers insanely fast.

He blocks Ghost’s next punch with ease, but Ghost manages to grab him by the arm, flipping him over his shoulder and onto the ground. The man gets up just as fast, his metal hand clenching Ghost’s throat with intense force- as if trying to simply crush it in his fist. He pulls Ghost closer before throwing him backwards with unexpected ease, throwing him over a nearby vehicle.

Price interferes at this point, having finally caught up to everyone after clearing out civvies. The captain goes to throw a punch only to immediately be tossed into the side of the van. The man holds his knife up, trying to drive it into Price who tries desperately to fight back against the man’s strength only for his arms to give out. He barely manages to duck to the side, allowing the knife to stab into the siding of the van instead.

The second he sees an opening, Price wraps his arms around the man’s middle, falling backwards as he suplex’s him. While the man is getting off the ground, he spots the metal covering Ghost was using earlier, prying it out of the back of the van. He uses it like a shield, blocking the next attack. He takes one punch to the face but stays steady.

He raises the shield, pushing it into the man’s bicep to keep from being hit by the metal arm. Quickly dipping the shield beneath the arm, he slams it up onto the man’s face before spinning around, reaching back to grab him right beneath the chin before flinging forward with all his strength, throwing the man over his shoulder.

The man rolls onto his feet as his mask clinks against the ground, only pausing for a second before turning around to glare down Price.

Price stares back at him as he breathes heavily. The second he sees the entirety of the man’s face though, he freezes in shock, a call sign falling from his lips before he can stop it. “Wolf?”

“Who the hell is Wolf?” His old teammate questions before pulling out a pistol. Just before he pulls the trigger, he’s kicked to the side by Soap. He doesn’t get the chance to try shooting Price again as Gaz launches a grenade at him, blowing up a nearby truck. When Price looks back at where his old teammate was standing, he’s met with nothing but the smoke and flames coming from the truck.

You’re long gone, almost as you were never even there in the first place.

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Living Dead Girl (TWD X F!Reader)

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Chapter Five

You're not entirely sure how you wound up in the predicament you're currently in. One minute you were helping everyone cover Rick and Glenn in corpse guts, and the next you were being dragged into the back of a truck without the chance to even say no. T-Dog practically picked you up and tossed you in, giving you no choice but to go with them. Now you're sitting in the back of a truck wondering how the hell you're gonna get back home.

When you arrive at their camp, you stumble out of the back of the truck alongside the others, moving to stand off to the side awkwardly since you only really know Glenn out of everyone. Your eyes travel over the group, admittedly a bit surprised at how many people there are. When Glenn mentioned his group, you sort of simply assumed it was a handful of people- enough people for just one person to go out scavenging for supplies for them. Instead, it's quite a large group with a few families- including Rick's wife and son from the rather emotional reunion. It honestly makes you uncomfortable being surrounded by so many people after being alone for so long.

Feeling completely out of place, you step off towards the trees, figuring you'd simply stay out of everyone's way until you could figure out a way to get back home. You only go a bit into the tree line, just far enough to be separated from everyone but not far enough to where you could no longer see the camp. The ground is cold and damp, yet you don't mind as you sit down, leaning back against a tree, your gaze remaining locked onto the group as you watch them. You remain sitting there simply watching over them for overs not moving even as the sun sets and darkness settles over the camp.

The group gathers around a campfire, listening as Rick talks to them about his experience of waking up alone at the hospital after being in a coma. Listening to his wife and best friend talk about their side of things for a moment before the conversation drifts to a guy called Ed being called out for adding a log to his fire. The rule makes sense- keeping fires low, barely burning to avoid being seen, especially since corpses react to things they see just as much as they react to things they hear. And you can tell just from Ed's answer that he's not someone you would ever get along with.

You pretty much stop paying attention at that point up until the oldest man of the group speaks up. "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

You perk up slightly at the mention, not really recalling if this Daryl guy was mentioned before. However, if he's Merle's brother then he's definitely going to want an explanation about why his brother was left behind in a corpse infested city. Rick may have been the one who handcuffed him to the pipes, but you're the one that took him down which allowed Rick to do so. Rick will probably want to be the one to tell him, which makes you wonder if you should mention your involvement as well or stay completely out of it. You plan on leaving soon anyways, so it's not like it would matter either way.

"I'll tell him." T-Dog states, seeming fully convinced that the situation is his fault. "I dropped the key. It's on me."

"I cuffed him. That makes it mine." Rick counters, obviously not wanting anyone else to take the blame.

"Guys, it's not a competition." Glenn cuts in. "I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy." Well, now you're curious if this Daryl guy is a racist ass just like his brother. If so, you'll have no problem laying him out just like you did to his brother if he gets volatile.

"I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him."

"We could lie." A girl whose name you don't know speaks up.

"Or we could tell the truth." Andrea offers, and you notice that she looks quite similar to the girl who spoke up previously- likely her sister. "Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed." She leans forward a bit, looking at Rick's wife. "Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's."

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" The old man questions, seemingly not quite agreeing. "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you? Word to the wise- we're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"I was scared and I ran." T-Dog explains. "I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared. We all ran. What's your point?" Andrea questions.

"I stopped long enough to chain that door." Your brow quirks at this, having not realized that he had done so since Glenn practically dragged you down the stairs alongside everyone. If you're being honest, it's more than you probably would have done for the man. You more than likely wouldn't have bothered chaining the door, leaving it completely unlocked for the corpses to get through to him. It's a heartless thing to do, but it's the truth. "Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that- not that chain, not that padlock. My point- Dixon's alive, and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

Everyone goes their separate ways after that, going off to their own tents or whatever to get some sleep for the night. You remain in your spot against the tree, not moving at all as you watch everyone disappear. You don't move even as thunder rumbles across the sky and rain begins to pour, quickly soaking through your clothes despite the leaves above your providing some shelter. It isn't until you hear leaves crunching from your left that you move, turning to find Glenn making his way towards you with an umbrella overhead.

"Hey." He calls out in a whisper, hoping you can hear him over the sound of the thunder. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

"Oh, you know. Just enjoying nature." You respond somewhat sarcastically.

Glenn lets out a laugh as he moves to stand over you, holding the umbrella over the both of you as he offers you his hand. "Come on. You can't just sit out here in the rain all night. I've got plenty of room in my tent for the both of us."

"Glenn-"

"I won't take no for an answer." He interrupts, pushing his hand towards you as if urging you to take it. Knowing that he'll likely stand there and argue with you until you give in, you decide to just save the both of you the time and energy by accepting his offer, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you off of the ground. He leads you past the other tents until he reaches his own, holding open the flap for you so you can enter. The second you're both inside he zips it closed and turns towards you, seemingly a bit more shy now that you're actually in his tent with him.

"I, uh... I've got a shirt you can borrow but that's about it." Glenn moves past you towards a bag where he pulls out a button up shirt. You take it from him, knowing he won't take no for an answer even though you aren't comfortable with the idea of changing in front of him. The second the shirt is in your hand he turns away, giving you your privacy. You turn around as well, knowing that if he does decide to take a peak, he won't see your scar from behind.

It's a bit strange getting naked from feet from someone who is practically a stranger. Sure, you're only really taking off your shoes, pants, and top but still. The feeling is so odd that you practically rush to put on the shirt, completely uncaring if the buttons are lined up correctly or not. Once the shirt is on- thankfully being just long enough to cover your underwear- you carefully remove your mask and set it on top of your clothes before turning around to face Glenn. Clearing your throat, you watch as Glenn jumps a bit before spinning around, his eyes widening a bit once they land on you.

The boy has to admit that he didn't think this situation through entirely. He just knew that he couldn't leave you out there in the rain, and that he also couldn't leave you in soaking clothes. However, seeing you in nothing more than one of his shirts sends his poor heart into overdrive, his cheeks flushing pink. He tries to make it better by looking away from your body but it only makes things worse as his eyes land on your face- your face that is completely uncovered for the first time allowing him to see every inch of it. And he'd be lying if he said you weren't the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Not that he'd ever say that out loud, of course.

Thankfully you give him an excuse to look away as you question him about the sleeping arrangements. Glenn practically trips over himself as he turns around, rushing to grab a spare blanket and pillow for himself while telling you to take the cot. You go to deny the offer, stating that you'd be perfectly fine on the floor since it's tent but he shuts it down instantly, laying on the ground before you can fully protest. Sighing in defeat, you crawl into his cot and get as comfortable as you can, closing your eyes despite knowing that you won't sleep.

You can only hope that this night goes by quickly so that you can return back to the city. And despite actually enjoying being around other people, you know that it isn't practical in the long run.

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When Tomorrow Comes (TWD X M!Reader)

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Part Six

Bright and early in the morning, you exit your tent to find Shane already heading towards you. This surprises you a bit as the man has never really approached you before- only doing so to drag Carl away. But since Carl isn't currently with you, that means that he's coming over to you on his own accord.

"Hey." He greets you once he gets close enough, standing only a few feet away from you. "I'm getting ready to head out to get some water. Figured you might want to come with to do some fishing." Well this is certainly new. Being invited to go places with people two days in a row. Maybe they really are accepting you into the group.

When you nod in response, Shane motions for you to follow him, leading the way to his jeep. In the back are water coolers already loaded up, ready to be taken to get filled. You get in on the passenger side, staring out over the camp where almost everyone still sleeps as Shane hops into the drivers side, starting the vehicle before taking off down the dirt road. The drive is silent, neither one of you speaking to each other, simply sitting in silence with nothing but the wind to fill your ears. Eventually he pulls over to the spot where he usually gets water- a nice clear creek.

You help Shane unload the water coolers, carrying them over to the water before setting them down. He waves you off when you try to help him fill them, telling you to focus on catching breakfast instead. Nodding in response, you remove your haori, sheath, shoes and socks before rolling up your pants legs to your knees. The water is nice and cold when you step in, lapping at you skin as it rushes down stream. You walk to the middle of the creek until the water is nearly touching your rolled up pants legs.

With your attention focused entirely on the water, you don't notice Shane staring at you from afar from where he has paused his water gathering. He knows that you're the one usually catching fish for the group yet he's never once seen you leave camp with a fishing pole or anything. You simply leave and then return carrying numerous fish tied together. Now that he's actually watching you, he's curious to see how you do it.

For a while you simply stand there, staring down into the water with intense focus. It almost gets to the point where Shane considers looking away out of boredom. However, when you suddenly fling your hands into the water and pull them out with each one holding a fish, he can't help but to find himself genuinely impressed.

Shane strips himself of his own shoes and socks before rolling up his pants legs, waddling into the water with a separate cooler in hand. "Here." He holds up the open cooler towards you. "Put the fish in this for now. It'll keep them fresher for longer."

You comply, carefully setting the two fish into the cooler as Shane shuts it so they don't flop back out. You return your attention towards the water, expecting the conversation to end there but it surprisingly doesn't. Shane remains quiet for only a few moments before speaking up again. "I heard you're the one who went and helped Rick back in the city. I figured I should thank you for that. For bringing my best friend back."

"I just did what anyone else would have." You brush the thanks off as you dip your hands into the water once again, pulling out a slightly larger fish than the previous two.

Shane holds out the open cooler as you deposit the fish into it. "Nah, I don't think you did. Not anyone would be crazy enough to run out onto walker infested streets to save a stranger. You put your life on the line for him. Made me realize I might have read you wrong."

You perk up a bit, turning towards him curiously. "Read me wrong? How did you read me before?"

Shane meets your gaze for half a second before looking down at the water, trying to distract himself from your stare. "I thought you might've been dangerous. Strange guy comes trotting up one day with a sword, barely speaking a word besides a few introductions. Seemed suspicious. But, I think I'm starting to understand that you're just a guy that tends to keep to himself a bit. Sorry for the misunderstanding."

You shrug, turning your own gaze back to the water. "You're not the first person to assume things about me, and I'm sure you won't be the last. I can't fault you for that."

"Carl really likes you, you know." Shane suddenly states. The statement makes your heart flutter a bit- mostly because you're used to being told that nobody likes you, and that you have no friends. Who cares if the first person to like you is a child less than half your age? Somebody actually likes you. "He's always asking about you. Asking about your sword, and if you know how to use it, or if you would be willing to teach him how to use it. Always wondering if you were a samurai or something before all this."

"I wasn't." You cut in. This is the second time someone has referenced to you as a samurai. Perhaps you truly do seem like one.

"You should tell him that." When you look at Shane with slightly widened eyes and a curious head tilt, he clears his throat and looks towards where he left the still empty water coolers. "I know Lori and I have been overprotective of the kid, but I don't think we need to be when it comes to you. Not anymore. Especially since Rick obviously trusts you. So, if you want to talk to the kid I'm not gonna stop ya. Can't say the same for Lori though."

You look away from him, looking down at the water rushing past your feet with a slight smile on your face. "Thank you."

"Nah, don't mention it." He brushes your thanks off with a shake of his head. "Just don't come complaining to me when he talks your ear off."

With that he walks away, heading back to fill the water coolers while you return your attention towards catching enough fish for the group. A part of you is excited to return to camp and talk to Carl. The other part? The other part knows it'll likely have to wait since you know you all will be heading back to the city for Merle once Daryl returns from his hunt. You can only hope that things go alright, and that Merle is still alive when you get there.

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Traitor (TF 141 X M!Reader)

Warnings: Details/mentions of torture, blood, injury

Numbness.

It’s all you can feel anymore.

Days upon days spent kneeling upon cold concrete, arms strung up above you with chains, body covered in dried crusty blood from the numerous injuries plaguing it. The first thing you lost feeling in was your shoulders from being held up in one position for so long. The next your knees from resting your weight on them, unable to unbend them to allow the blood to flow freely. Then it was your back, cracked open with who knows how many gashes, left unattended to regardless of how much blood stained the ground below you.

Unfortunately, you can still feel the cold. Especially when a bucket of freezing water is tossed over you whenever you just barely manage to fall asleep. Chills wracking violently through your body as pins and needles move beneath your skin. Jaw clenched tight as you try to keep your teeth from chattering. Unable to gain any warmth back even as the water dries due to being stripped down to your black briefs. Nothing covering your body to help keep you from freezing. You’re almost certain that if you could see yourself that your lips and probably your fingers and toes would be tinged blue.

As the door to your personal hell creaks open you don’t react. Simply glaring at the ground in front of you with glazed lifeless eyes. The words spilling from your tormentors- once comrades- lips simply filter through one ear and out the other, knowing they’re asking the same damn questions that they’ve been prodding you with since day one.

Who did you sell the intel to?

Why did you betray the 141?

What side are you really on?

You’ve long since given up on trying to plead your innocence. Nothing you say will convince them that you aren’t the traitor that they’re supposedly searching for. That somebody surely must’ve set you up because you would never betray your squad- your family. The people you’ve spent years fighting and joking alongside. People that just weeks ago you would’ve readily given your life for.

You don’t react when a fist cracks across your cheek, re-splitting the scabbed over cut that had been given to you on day one. This is the fifth time it’s been opened again, allowing warm blood to trickle down your cheek before dribbling onto your bare chest, joining the trails of crusted blood from days before.

A rough, gloved hand grabs at your jaw with a tight unrelenting grip, forcing your face to lift from its lowered position. Your vision is blurred, eyes unfocused as you stare blankly past the person crouching in front of you. Unable to see the look in their own eyes as they take note of how lifeless your own are. How the light that once shone in them has long since gone out. How there isn’t a single sign of fight left in you. Like you’ve completely given up.

Because you have.

You’ve given up at trying to convince them of your innocence.

You’ve given up at trying to break free.

You’ve given up at listening to their relentless and repetitive questions.

You’ve given up at reacting to the torture they subjected you to every day.

You’ve given up on ever making it out of this room alive.

And the only reason you’re still holding on is because you refuse to die while they still think you’re a traitor. You refuse to die until they find out that you’ve been telling the truth all along- that you’ve been framed.

You refuse to die until you see the looks of regret in their eyes as they realize that they should’ve listened to you.

Your face is released as the person gripping it gives up on trying to get you to answer them. You stopped answering around the third day, and that was about eight days ago. No matter what they do now, you refuse to say anything.

“Why are we still doin’ this?” Soap questions, arms crossed over his chest as he stands in Price’s office. “He hasn’t said anythin’ in over a week.”

“Because we have no choice.” Ghost responds, flexing his gloved hand as he stares at your blood staining it. “He’s a traitor. And until he confesses, we keep goin’.”

Price releases a heavy sigh as he leans forward in his chair, elbows propped against his desk as he presses his fingers to his temple. This entire situation has him beyond stressed, and he just wants it to be over. And it won’t be over until you finally confess to everything. After a few moments he lowers his hands, gaze trailing over the others in the room. “We go until we have answers. Change tactics if you need to. But don’t stop til he speaks.”

It’s a few days later that things finally change.

Just not in the way anyone was expecting.

You’re kneeling on the ground same as every day before, soaked in blood from fresh wounds and reopened ones. Ghost stands in front of you, barking question after question at you. If you don’t answer with a few minutes, Soap punishes you. The knife in his hand is drenched in your blood, the crimson liquid dripping from the blade onto the concrete as he stands idle waiting for Ghost to ask another question.

Just as the masked man parts his lips to ask another, the door slams open.

“Cut ‘im loose.” Price commands the second he’s in the room. Soap opens his mouth to question him, only to stop when he notices the look on his face. Pale skin, wide eyes, looking like he just saw a ghost. He chooses against questioning him, and instead moves to undo the chains around your wrists. The second they’re undone you collapse forward, Price being there to immediately catch your limp form. Apologies spill from his lips as he holds you, his hands shaking as he tries to avoid the numerous injuries covering your body.

It isn’t until you’re dragged off by the medics that Price finally faces the others, barely able to speak past the lump in his throat as he says the words that change everything.

“He was innocent. Set up by some other bastard. Was tellin’ the truth the whole time.”

And that’s what leads to the three of them immediately regretting the past two weeks. Two weeks of torture that could’ve been avoided if they had just given you even a little bit of a chance. If they had investigated further, or heard you out. Instead, they immediately jumped into hurting you in attempts to get answers.

And perhaps they went so hard on you because the idea of you of all people betraying them hurt so deeply, that they couldn’t help but to want to hurt you back.

A/N: I’ve played COD very few times- usually either online or zombies. So I’ll admit I don’t actually know a whole lot about the story or its characters. I just mostly wanted to write this because a ton of COD fics started popping up on here for me and I really liked them and wanted to write one of my own. Hopefully it’s good enough.

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Love These So Much 🥹 Need So Much More Please

Guideverse Masterlist

1. Signed, Sealed, Bonded || Jade Leech

Being an Esper is hard. Finding a Guide is harder. Somehow, the only one who can handle you is Jade Leech, who is both the best and worst thing that has ever happened to you.

2. Guide Rank: Overwhelmed || Malleus Draconia

Being a high-ranked guide is tough—you’re basically a glorified babysitter for overpowered, emotionally constipated espers. But it gets harder when Malleus Draconia, the strongest esper in existence, asks you to guide him.

And somehow, despite it all, you’re pretty sure Malleus is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

3. Unstable Stable || Leona Kingscholar

You were an S-ranked Guide just trying to live your life, but now you're emotionally (and spiritually) babysitting SS-class menace Leona Kingscholar—who’s decided you're his personal charger and refuses to unplug.

4. Sync or Sink || Vil Schoenheit

You, an overworked S-Class esper with the survival instincts of a damp sock, catch the eye of SSS-Class guide Vil Schoenheit. He decides you’re his personal fixer-upper project. Shockingly, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

5. Workplace Hazards: Romance || Idia Shroud

You're a feral SS-class Esper with no off switch. He's an anxious shut-in SS-class Guide just trying to game in peace. Through lies, HR nightmares, dramatic near-deaths, and one candy ring proposal, you accidentally become soulmates. Government benefits may or may not be involved.

Worldbuilding

1. When do they get their powers?

2. How do bonds work? Types of Espers, Types of Bonds, Forced Bonding, Are Espers just dramatic?

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Made a Kofi if anyone is interested. I’m currently unemployed due to being fired after missing too much work from my undiagnosed health problems, and haven’t started searching for a new job since I’m going through some testing to try and figure out my health stuff. I’ll probably post sneak peaks, and early accesses on there if y’all are interested.

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Living Dead Girl (TWD X F!Reader)

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Chapter Four

Glenn leads the two of you across the rooftop as him and Rick still talk. You follow Glenn down a ladder, through a building, and out onto another fire escape where he pulls out his radio to call whoever he came with to inform them that he has company along with four geeks in the alley. You watch with slight amusement as two people dressed in some kind of gear wielding bats comes flying out of the building next door, beating down the corpses as the three of you run past.

Unfortunately, the second you all enter the room Rick is shoved aside against some pallets as a blonde woman holds a gun up to his face. "Son of a bitch. I should kill you." Two of the others in Glenn's group tries to get her to back off but she doesn't move at all. "Ease up? Are you kidding? We're dead because of these assholes." You can't help but to feel a bit bad when she starts crying, mumbling repeatedly about them being dead as she finally backs off.

"I don't understand." Rick mumbles as he looks in confusion.

One of the men grab Rick and forces him to start walking, and you follow behind alongside Glenn who leads you with his hand on the small of your back. "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. And you know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds." You all stop to look at the front doors of the building, finding dozens of corpses trying to break through. The glass creaks and shatters, cracks beginning to spread throughout the glass.

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" The blonde questions Rick.

"Trying to flag the helicopter." Helicopter? You don't recall hearing or seeing one. Maybe you were just lost in thought like usual. Or Rick was hallucinating. Who knows.

As the group talks, Glenn turns towards you. "What about you?" He questions in a quiet whisper. "Why were you out there?"

Looking up, you make eye contact with him before looking away. "I was searching some of the buildings I hadn't been in yet. As I was getting ready to head to the next one, I heard the horse. When Rick was bucked off, I knew that he wouldn't survive without help so I pulled him under the tank and now here we are."

Glenn stares at you for a moment before sighing, placing his hand on your shoulder before he pulls you into an unexpected hug. "That was extremely reckless and stupid, but I'm glad that you're alright. Just don't risk yourself like that again, okay?"

"Uh, sure." You awkwardly pat his back, unsure as to why he's hugging you when you've only met him once before this. By the time you pull away from the hug, you hear one of the others mention something about the roof right before a gunshot is heard. Everyone instantly begins rushing to the stairs with Glenn pulling you along by your hand.

Barging out onto the roof after the others, you're met with the sight of a man standing on the ledge holding a rifle. He laughs as he turns around to look at everyone. "Hey! Ya'll oughta be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh? Only common sense." He jumps down from the ledge, beginning to approach the group.

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" The two other men of the group asides from Glenn go down to confront him. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey! Bad enough I got this taco-bender on my ass all day." He points towards the other male. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so bro. That'll be the day."

"That'll be the day? You got something you want to tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it. It ain't worth it." The other man tries to get him to calm down before turning his attention to the man with the gun. "Now Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle steps towards T-Dog. "I'll tell you the day, Mr 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a n****r."

You're not even surprised when T-Dog swings on him only to get bashed in the face with the butt of the gun. Rick tries to intervene only to take a punch straight to the chin, knocking him over some pipes. The second Merle starts kicking T-Dog you decide to jump in, jumping onto the mans shoulders and wrapping your legs around his neck, forcing him off balance. He falls backwards, slamming the both of you onto your backs yet you continue holding on, tightening your hold on him. As you hold the struggling man, Rick comes over and handcuffs him to a pipe. You only release your hold on him once the cuffs click, rolling away and standing up as Rick sets him up against the pipe, holding him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Who the hell are you man?" Merle questions, his voice a bit rough from you squeezing his neck with your legs.

"Officer Friendly." Rick responds, very much not seeming friendly at all. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no n*****'s anymore. No dumb-as-shit inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man."

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point." Now, you haven't known Rick very long, but you're very much starting to like him. "Ought to be more polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense." He presses the end of Merle's own gun to his head.

"You wouldn't. Yer a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that."

As Merle and Rick continue with their 'chat', Glenn grabs your shoulder and turns you around to face him. "You alright? He slammed you pretty hard into the ground back there."

"I'm fine, Glenn. Something like that ain't gonna be enough to take me out."

"Good." Glenn chuckles as he smirks a little. "That was pretty badass. What did you do before all this?"

Looking away from him, you stare out over the edge of the building. "Doesn't matter. Like Rick said, all that matters is who we are now."

And all I am now is a living dead girl, trying to find a reason to keep going.

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When Tomorrow Comes (TWD X M!Reader)

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Part Five

You sit at the barely burning fire in your own little section of camp, cleaning your blade of the blood of the corpses you killed while saving Rick. Said man sits at the main fire with his wife and son who he had an emotional reunion with just hours before. Despite sitting alone, you listen intently to Rick and the others talking, not quite ready to be completely alone for the night.

"Disoriented. I guess that comes closest." Rick starts, explaining how things have been since he woke up from his coma. "Disoriented. Fear, confusion- all those things but... disoriented comes closest."

"Words can be meager things." Dale comments, setting down his mug. "Sometimes they fall short."

"I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."

Carl looks up at his dad from where he lays in his lap. "Mom said you died."

"She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt it."

"When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that they were gonna medvac you and the other patients to Atlanta, and it never happened." Lori explains.

"Well, I'm not surprised after Atlanta fell." Rick shakes his head. "And from the looks of that hospital, it got overrun."

"Yeah, looks don't deceive." Shane speaks up. "I barely got them out, you know?"

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to express it."

"There go those words falling short again." Dale jokes. "Paltry things."

The moment is interrupted as Ed tosses another log onto his fire, drawing Shane's attention over to him. "Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?"

"It's cold, man." Is Ed's simple response.

"The cold don't change the rules, does it? Keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from a distance, right?"

"I said it's cold. You should mind your own business for once."

Shane gets up at that, heading over to Ed. "Hey, Ed. Are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?"

Ed stares at him for a moment before sighing. "Go on. Pull the damn thing out."

Carol pulls out the burning log with her bare hand, tossing it aside where Shane begins to stomp out the flames still consuming it. Once done, he crouches down. "Hey, Carol, Sophia, how are ya'll this evening?" He brushes off Carol's apology over the fire before telling them to have a good night, going to stand up to head back over to the others.

About halfway there he pauses, turning to look towards you and your tiny fire- just enough to shed light over your sword so you can clean it. Definitely not enough to even give any warmth. When he catches your eye, he gives you a nod, as if thanking you for following the rules. You simply nod in response before returning your attention towards your blade.

As he sits back down, Dale speaks up. "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind." Daryl is someone you don't often see. He's usually gone for days at a time hunting, only coming back to drop off stuff he catches and to eat before sleeping, heading back off by the time the sun comes up again. In all honesty, the only times you really see him is when you're out in the creeks gathering fish. Sometimes he'll pass by while tracking something, giving you a tense nod in greeting before heading on his way. You don't mind him.

"I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me." T-Dog states, staring into the fire with a frown.

"I cuffed him. That makes it mine." Rick argues, fully ready to take responsibility for leaving Merle on the roof.

"Guys, it's not a competition." Glenn cuts in. "I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy."

"I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him."

"We could lie." Amy speaks up from her spot next to her sister.

"Or tell the truth." Andrea counters. "Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed." She leans forward a bit to speak to Lori. "Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's."

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" Dale questions in slight disbelief. "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you?" When Andrea doesn't say anything he continues. "Word to the wise- we're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

T-Dog speaks up once again. "I was scared and I ran. I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared. We all ran." Andrea points out. "What's your point?"

"I stopped long enough to chain that door. Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that- not that chain, not that padlock. My point- Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us." With that T-Dog gets up and walks away, and everyone begins to go their separate ways after that.

Expecting to be alone for the rest of the night, you're a bit surprised when you hear steps approaching you. Turning around, you find that it's Rick coming towards you, having momentarily separated from his family despite them only just reuniting. "Hey." He starts, shifting a bit on his feet as he stands in front of you. "I just wanted to say thanks again for saving my ass back there. If you hadn't of pushed me into the tank, I'm not sure if I would have survived that."

"You would have." Rick looks into your eyes in shock at how sure you sound. And as he looks into your eyes, he can tell that you completely believe in those words. That he would have survived that situation even without your help. And maybe he would have. But thanks to you, he won't ever have to know. All he'll know is that you saved his life, and that he reunited with his family because of it.

"Still, thanks." He holds out his hand which you take in your own, him holding on a bit longer as he realizes that your hand is quite calloused- a sign that you've likely been using your sword for years before the world went to shit. As he drops your hand, he rubs that back of his neck. "If you ever need anything, just let me know. I owe you one."

He walks away before you can turn the offer down, leaving you alone outside of your tent. Moving your gaze from Rick's back, you look over the camp, spotting Glenn standing outside of his tent staring at you. Noticing he's been caught staring, Glenn stiffens a bit before awkwardly waving at you. When you do your usual nod in response he dips into his tent, disappearing from view. With one last glance around the camp you enter your own tent, ready to get to sleep so you can wake up in the morning to return to Merle as promised.

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Unfortunately, anything NSFW would be posted to my Patreon instead of on here since this account is just SFW

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Will we get more parts to Regrets and Not Yours Anymore?

Yes! I have drafts of both right now but neither is finished yet. I’m hoping to work on them and get them done soon though!

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The Hunter (TWD X Reader)

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Part Three

The gate of Alexandria towers tall over your form, and even taller than that are two people on watch towers with their guns aimed straight at you. With a commanding bark from one of them, the gate slowly creaks open, revealing yet another stranger. Despite their obvious fear and caution about your appearance, you strut through the open gate without a care, completely unbothered by the eyes and weapons trained on you.

As you enter into their little safe haven, a group begins to form near the gate, everyone becoming curious about the newcomer who came alone. You can hear each murmured whisper, each confused and hesitant question. They don't trust you- rarely anyone does these days- but it's understandable. It's not everyday a stranger waltzes into their home wearing the fur and teeth of a lion, drenched in blood and carrying a bag. They have every right to be wary of your presence.

Pushing through the group, Rick and his entourage from before appear. They seem to relax just the slightest bit upon seeing you, realizing that there isn't currently a threat standing on their doorsteps. Rick steps even closer, standing just a mere five feet away from you when he finally speaks up. "Is it done?"

You shrug the bag off of your shoulder, dumping it onto the ground before crouching down and tugging the zipper open. Everyone tenses as your hand dips into the bag, unsure as to what you could possibly be reaching for. Yet, as you stand up, pulling the item from the bag, the unease melts into disbelief.

There, hanging loosely in your grip, is a familiar bat drenched in blood.

You hold the bat out for Rick to take, unbothered by the blood smearing over your already dirtied hands as you hold it closer towards the barbed wire so he can grab it by the handle. "A gift, to show the completion of the job." You tell him with a casual shrug.

Rick glances at you, making momentary eye contact before pulling his gaze down towards the bat. With slightly shaking hands- something you easily spot with your advanced eye sight- he grips the handle of the bat, carefully pulling it from your grasp. "He's..." He pauses, as if trying to pull his thoughts together. "It's done? You really killed him?"

"Of course." You nod, pulling your hand back and pushing it into your pants pockets without care. "Killed him and all of his men. Left the women and children alive, though. Figured they weren't necessary collateral."

Rick nods along, seeming thankful that you spared the innocents unlike Negan. He examines the bat for a moment longer before handing it off to Daryl. His jaw clenches a bit as he turns his attention back towards you, clearly wrestling with his own thoughts a bit. "I know we didn't discuss a payment... but anything you want and it's yours."

Your lips quirk a bit in amusement, easily able to tell that he doesn't actually have much to give you, nor does he really want to. "It's alright." You shrug, waving the offer off. "I didn't do this because I expected anything in return. I did it because it's just what I do."

"You really didn' do it expectin' anthin' in return?" Daryl questions in disbelief, his voice gruff and scratchy.

"There's nothing I need." You answer honestly. "You saw my home. I have plenty of anything I could ever need in life. So, no, I didn't do it expecting to receive anything in return."

"Will you at least stay? For dinner?" Maggie questions suddenly, stepping a bit further out of the crowd. Out of everyone here, she especially has reason to want to thank you. You gave her the revenge for her husbands death that she couldn't get on her own. And as much as she wished to be the one to take Negan's life, she knew it wasn't going to happen. At least not anytime soon. She'd much rather have him dead now by the hands of someone else than dead by her own possibly years down the road.

"I suppose dinner couldn't hurt." The group of people splits off after that, you following after Maggie as she leads the way to one of the houses.

You spend the entire afternoon in Alexandria, eating and chatting with the people who live there. You listen to the stories of the group- where they all came from and how long they've been together. Every battle they fought through by each others sides. And you tell them your own story in return. How you got into a hunting accident as a teenager where you were attacked by a lion, and how your father killed that lion many years later as a gift to you- hence your vest and necklace of teeth. You don't tell them about your strange abilities, of course, as that's not something you easily share.

By the time the moon is high in the sky, your belly is full and your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much. You stand at the gate, prepared to make your way back home as you've been gone for long enough. The group stands behind you, admittedly a bit sad to see you go as they've come to enjoy your company. However, they know that you have other things that need your attention. So, they don't stop you as the gate slides open and you step to the other side.

Before the gate slides shut, you turn and face them once more, flashing them a toothy grin. "Come visit me sometime, yeah?"

And just like that the gate slides closed and the hunter disappears into the night.

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Living Dead Girl (TWD X F!Reader)

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Chapter Three

As you walk along the corpse infested streets, your eyes flicker from face to face, silently examining each one to see if you recognize any of them. Every once in a while you do this, mostly just to see if any familiar faces appear, but also to see if anyone new has joined, showing that corpses are coming into the city from elsewhere. There have been a handful of familiar faces, but nobody you knew by name. Mostly just people you saw in passing when you would come into the city to go shopping with your family. You're pretty glad that none of the corpses were people you knew closely. You're not sure if you could handle knowing even more people you cared about passed.

Your attention is drawn from the faces of the corpses as you hear something quite unfamiliar. Confused, you pause in your steps and glance around, trying your best to spot whatever is making the steady sound. As you look down the street, your heart nearly stops in your chest when you spot a man on top of a horse turn the corner only to come face to face with the horde you're currently walking with. You can practically see his panic despite being quite far from him. And as the horde notices him, you know that you have to act fast.

You sprint through the crowd, shoving corpses aside as you try to make it into the man before he's slaughtered and eaten. His horse bucks up in surprise at the numerous corpses, knocking the man to the ground. You practically slide on your knees, grabbing hold of him and pulling him beneath the tank that's been left in the streets. Without second thought you pull open the hatch on the bottom and shove him inside, following after him.

The man panics as he shuffles backwards, his back slamming against the wall of the tank as he breathes heavily. As he reaches for the gun strapped to the vest of a corpse, you busy yourself with latching the hatch the two of you crawled through, not paying much attention to anything else. You don't have any time to react as a gunshot goes off, echoing loudly off of the metal walls. You groan as your ears ring and turn towards the man who seems to be having the same problem as he grasps the side of his head.

Crawling over towards him, you pull him to face you, gently slapping his cheek a few times to snap him out of his dazed state. He stares at you with wide eyes before his gaze wanders around, spotting the open hatch up top. Despite trying to stop him, he pushes you aside and climbs up to it, looking around outside. You can hear the corpses climbing on top of the tank as they spot him. With a quiet curse, you stand up, pulling him down from the hatch before reaching up to slam it shut yourself.

Before you can curse at the man for doing something so idiotic, the radio begins to crackle to life. You turn towards it, surprised until you hear the voice that comes through it. "Hey you." The voice is familiar despite the fact that you only heard it for a short amount of time a week ago. "Dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank." He must not have seen me out there. You realize. "Are you cozy in there? Are you alive in there?"

The man you saved jumps into action, banging his head on a bar as he rushes to grab the radio. "Hello? Hello?"

"There you are." Glenn seems relieved to hear him answer him. "You had me wondering."

"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?"

There's a slight pause, likely Glenn wondering what the man means by 'us'. "Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?" You almost snort when Glenn simply says no in response. "Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak out." Really not helping there, Glenn.

"Got any advice for us?"

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it." The man looks around a bit as if waiting for him to say more before asking if that's it- just make a run for it. "My ways not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"

The man glances back at you where you simply nod at him. "So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

"Forget the bag. It's not an option." Glenn instantly shoots the idea down, and you know that if the bag is near the horse that it's surrounded. "What do you have on you?"

"Hang on." The man grabs the gun he grabbed and checks the amount of bullets before moving to search the corpse where he finds a grenade. After that he looks at you, wanting to know what you have on you but you simply raise your hands and shake your head, showing that you have nothing. You haven't carried a weapon since being bit since there's no need, but now you're realizing that probably wasn't the greatest idea now that you have another persons life in your hands.

"I've got a beretta with one clip, fifteen rounds." He informs Glenn, though there's a hint of nervousness in his voice due to the fact that he's the only one with a weapon right now.

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe fifty yards. Be there." The man pauses for a moment before asking for Glenn's name. "Have you been listening? You're running out of time."

The man and you share one last look before he grabs a shovel, handing it off to you. When he tries to go first out of the tank you pull him back, wanting to get a good look at how surrounded the both of you are first. When you open the top hatch and look out, you find that Glenn really wasn't lying when he said there was only one left on top of the tank, that number dropping to zero when you slam the shovel across the corpses face and knock it down. Once standing on top of the tank you reach down to help the man out before you both run down the front of the tank and hop off.

He pops off shots as you both run, you watching his back and smacking any corpses that get too close for comfort. You know that they'll simply ignore you regardless of how fast you move or how much noise you make, and that they'll just go straight for him instead. And since he's only the second person you've seen actually alive since this entire thing started you don't want to just let him die. So you watch his back, and knock away any corpses that follow behind him.

The man turns to go into the alley, gun still raised as he prepares to shoot the person in front of him. Thankfully, Glenn shouts that he's not dead before pulling him into the alley where you quickly follow. The man keeps shooting as Glenn leads the way to a ladder on the side of one of the buildings where he quickly begins to climb, yelling down for the two of you to follow after. As the man begins to climb, you continue to force the corpses away with the shovel until you have just enough room to quickly start climbing after them.

As you all reach the top of the first ladder they stop to catch their breaths. "Nice moves out there, Clint Eastwood. You the new Sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?" You quietly snort at Glenn's question.

"Wasn't my intention."

"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass."

The man stands up straight, offering his hand to Glenn. "Rick. Thanks."

"Glenn. You're welcome."

Once they shake hands Rick turns towards you, hand held out expectantly. Sighing, you shake it. "(Y/N)."

At the sound of your name Glenn pauses, turning to look at you. Apparently the man failed to notice your presence, far too focused on the Sheriff. You simply give him a nod in acknowledgment before turning away to continue climbing up the remaining ladder, ignoring Glenn and Rick as they continue to talk.

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