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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

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Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

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As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

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Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

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agerefandom · 1 year

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Agere Writers Masterpost (2023 Edition!)

Helpful reminders:

all of these blogs are SFW but have their own DNIs, so please remember to check!

not all of these blogs have open requests, so please read their bios and respect their boundaries!

please let me know if I should add anyone! to qualify, blogs must take requests for headcanons or fanfiction, have an easily accessible fandom list, be specifically sfw/non-k!nk content, and have posted in the last three months!

Holy moly, the list is LONG this year!!! We are still growing and expanding as a community! Because I don’t want to flood anyone’s dashes, the list will be under a ‘keep reading’.

The list is organized in order of the number of fandoms they write for: with the widest range of fandoms at the top, down to single-fandom blogs at the bottom.

Blogs in italics are folks who don’t match my DNI or vice-versa (but are still sfw agere): I didn’t want to exclude them as many of my followers might have different personal stances than me! However, to respect both of our DNIs, I didn’t want to tag them, so please feel free to explore their blogs in your own time if they’re up your alley!

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thestarwarslesbian · 1 year

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Fan Fic recomendations!

Only One of these is mine and the rest belong to the wonderful people who deserve love for these amazing fanfictions!

Top Gun:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41356602/chapters/103704861 no one can find the rewind button - FabuMazX

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41326977/chapters/103624791 We can build a family that will always show you love - MarchForOurGays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42070563/chapters/105626418 - Daddy Rooster Makes Life Interesting for Gorgeous Sub Hangman By Renai_chan (Link to her tumbler! Go check her out!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43487037/chapters/109325985 - speak softly, love By The lovley renai-chan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46015801/chapters/115831405 - lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all By LetPeteBeMaverick

Star Wars - Prequals:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28338954/chapters/69431268 - alpha vs Alpha - Artemis_Neardos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46834783/chapters/117970084 - Hide and Seek - Obligatory_Trope_Insert

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863927/chapters/70805004 - a map towards honour - galateaGalvanized

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23375449/chapters/56009104 - How The Jedi Being Slightly More Chill Saved The Galaxy - rosemarysprigs8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43904343/chapters/110389539 - tion'ad cuy' Ni meh ner mirshe cuyir nayc or'atu (who am I if my mind is no more)? - foreverchangingfandoms

Anything by the wonderful @yukipri!!

Their art is amazing and so is their fanfiction the Prime Override!!! I really recommend going to their blog and supporting them!! I must have read the Prime Override about 10 times since I found it. It's that good.

Star Wars Original:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44465236/chapters/111841804 - Star Wars: The Age of Rebellion - @buffshipper8490!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44355001 - purple silks and warrior princesses by whenfireanddarknesscollide

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37906186 - Take You Like A Drug (I Taste You On My Tongue) by @bisexual-cryptid.

I will praise this Fic till the end of time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46322359/chapters/116625832 - Bonds Beyond Enemy Lines - Secretly_a_Dinosaur

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30916499/chapters/76345193#workskin - Just Business, Nothing Personal - chamomiletea (airandangels) @chamomileteainabuttercup here on tumbler!

If I’m only on chapter 5 and I’m recommending it to you. Then it was truly be amazing!! It’s such a good read and a underrated ship.

Star Wars Sequel:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45161344/chapters/113608708#workskin - A Galaxy of Colour and Darkness - UFOxMulder! (My Fic!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5698945/chapters/13128244 - The Fallacy of the False Choice - Davechicken + Shadow_Side

PLEASE GO AND GIVE THE LOVE TO THE CREATORS MENTIONED ON HERE!!! THEY ARE ALL TRULEY AMAZING STORY TELLERS AND HAVE COME UP WITH THESE AMAZING STORIES FOR PEOPLE TO ENJOY!!!!

#fic recommendation #codywan #icemav #hangster #darkpilot #thranto #bobacobb #dinboba #dinluke #skysolo #quinlan x fox

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alemonyoyo · 5 months

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Chapter 1 of my North Star x Reader Fanfiction is OUT!

Please read it here! Or read below and leave a kudos or comment <3 <3 Thanks!

Read Chapter 2 here!

Words: 1479

Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Slight Enemies to Lovers, Misunderstanding.

Summary: One day, a human stumbles into the Wild East, and catches the eye of the towns Sheriff, but a misunderstanding leads to the human staying far longer than they intended.

Lucky for the sheriff, it seems he's caught the humans eye as well~

Chapter 1 - The Sheriff: BGM Undertale Yellow: 055 - The Wild East

The sand had settled around you after a while of walking, the wind slowly settling and clearing a path for you. You couldn’t fathom how it could be so ridiculously bright down here, considering there was no sun. If only you had a hat or sunglasses to shade your eyes from the harsh rays.

You followed along the path, marked either side by worn wooden fencing. The place seemed awfully quiet, aside from the lone giant cactus lady blocking your path. Because *that’s* normal.

By now you had suspended your disbelief enough that things like monsters didn’t really phase you. Giant cactus lady? Sure. Talking flower? Heard of it! The only part that made it hard was the fact that they were all hunting *you* down. No matter how cute they were, they were out for your soul. Everyone was.

And so, as a town made its way into view, you readied the toy gun you had found earlier in the ruins. Despite being only a toy, it seemed to work pretty decently, not that you had used it. You were feisty, sure, but you were no killer.

Eventually you had made it right outside the town, the fenced path leading into the town’s square, fitted with a bell atop a brick post, and some other buildings scattered about. By the looks of it, things were pretty quiet, but you stayed just beyond the bounds, wanting to remain inconspicuous.

Peering through some of the buildings, you could see a Saloon, bustling with loud chatter that you could hear all the way from here. Next to it, you could make out a jail. Not a good sign- At least for those of *your kind*. Everything else was obscured.

“The saloon might have some more supplies.” You thought, having used much of your resources in battles prior. You were lacking in supplies, and after your run in with some dancing maniac, you were also lacking in health. You would have to take the risk.

Slowly you emerged walking carefully towards the town centre, gun ready in case of any ambushes-

“Guys! Looky here!”

You gotta be fucking kidding me right now.

“Someone new has stumbled into our humble town.” Despite their words, the voice didn’t sound so friendly. You shifted on your feet, turning to see who the stranger was, and how much of a threat they may pose.

The monster was tall, slender, and fish-like in appearance. They were dressed strangely, but irregardless, they were fashionable.

Up ahead from them, walking into town themselves, were three other monsters, each unique in shape and size, yet all dressed eccentrically. A short one, face obscured with a bandana and large top hat, walked forth;

“This better not be another joke…”

You kept your gun locked in both of your hands, but for fear of agitating them, you didn’t raise it. Instead, you kept your eye trained on the incoming monsters.

Another two monsters came forward; a large, pink monster, and a small, chipmunk-looking one. They all chatted and bantered amongst themselves, but the heat of the dunes, and the exhaustion of the day made their chatter register much like the tumbleweeds, swimming across the waves of the warm wind.

“Hiya stranger!” The small, chipmunk-like monster said.

“H-hi?” The words were hard to come out, your throat dry like the desert sands. You hadn’t spoken since Martlet took you down the river to Hotland, and it didn’t seem like she’d be coming back anytime soon.

“You’re the first newcomer we’ve had in a while.” The shorter monster with the top hat spoke.

“The last guy that came in here,” The large pink monster smirked to himself, “well, let’s just say he’s one with the wind now…”

Wow, a threat right out the gate. These monsters could be violent, but they never seemed to be malicious… If such a thing were possible.

Your heart beat quickly, humming alone with the deep tune of the desert ambience. Four against one, and they were all clearly stronger than you. Yet still, a threat is a threat, and you need to be home in one piece. You raised your gun;

“I don’t want any trouble.” Your tone is more confident now, less strained. Despite their strength and numbers, this certainly wasn’t your first rodeo.

“We don’t either.”

A voice rang out through the town square. Great, another one.

Another tall monster, face shaded with the pointed brim of a cowboy hat, sauntered their way toward the group. He was dressed in a brown poncho, littered with small dots and a light cyan pattern. His boots, fitted out with spurs, squelched against the hard sand, the only sound to be heard, as the rest of what seemed to be his posse turned quiet.

“Come now…” He spoke to his comrades, “That ain’t a way to treat guests, now is it?” His words meant well but you were still uneasy. You shifted your gun's aim toward the newcomer, his face yellowed with two sharp peaks that poked out either side of his brimmed hat.

“Easy, easy now…” He quelled, his hands up, empty. You could see a gun slung into a holster strapped to his thigh. Armed. “We wouldn’t want a *real* bandit on our hands, now would we?” He chuckled, his eyes white and light under the brim of his hat.

“Isn’t that *exactly* what we want, boss?” The small chipmunk uttered.

The armed monster smirked and mumbled,

“No, not this one.”

He turned towards you, “The name’s North Star . I run this town.” Okay, boss man. “Not alone of course.” North Star gestured vaguely around himself, it was sort of awkward, “These fine monsters are my posse.” As if on queue, they all struck cunning looks. This seemed… rehearsed ? Had they known you were coming?

“Together, we’re known as the Feisty Five!” Oh how cute. “Our name stands for:”

Suddenly the large pink monster slammed down onto the sand with his foot, the sand shooting up into the air;

“ F earlessness!”

The fishy one next to him struck a pose, which quite frankly they wore quite well, before shouting; “ E xcellence!”

The short one in the top hat flicked a card to the ground, only instead of wavering in the wind it struck through the rock and sand. Perhaps these guys were no joke-

“ I ntuition.” He said under his scarf and hat.

The chipmunk did a cute spin. You were surprised they didn’t nearly fall over. “ S neakiness!” They said, with a smirk.

And they repeated this until they had spelt out all the letters of “Feisty.” It was sort of cute.

“ J ustice!”

Wait what?

“... The J is silent.” North Star spoke once more. Despite the heroic Cowboy façade he clearly wore, it was evident this guy was a dork. Maybe an idiot too-

“Now that we’re introduced… let's have your name.” His eyes retreated under the shadow of his hat, and despite the fantastical introduction you were just met with, you were a bit flustered to give forth your own name!

“Uh- uhm.” You managed out your name after some time, North Star meeting your eyes with a genuine smile;

“That’s a lovely name!” You hated that you blushed. “As the Sheriff, I’d be glad to give you a tour of our home; The Wild East. ” He had a thick southern American accent, which was clearly put on, not that you minded.

“Hold on…” He trained his eyes on you, looking you up and down. Despite the spectacle they all made of their entrance, this *was* intimidating. “Are you a… Human?”

North Star’s expression was unreadable, but you didn’t need to understand it to know that he knew. You had to go, now.

You aimed right past his head, fired a warning shot that rang out harsh and loud, the sound piercing your ears. The Feisty Five looked shocked.

You ran, dodging around them, racing out towards a possible exit from the Wild East. Following along the fenced path, you could hear the commotion behind you. Someone was gaining on you-

Up ahead you saw some gates. “Perfect.” You thought. You could pass through and try to block the exit!

You made it to the gate. It was wooden, brandished with a metal locking device. You bashed against it harshly with your arms. Shit- it wouldn’t budge. You tried hooking your fingers around the metal lock but it was too thin to get a grip of.

Suddenly you felt yourself swing into the air, a rush of pink flooding your vision before you felt yourself tumble towards the ground. Your head bashed harshly against the more dense dirt and stone of the path. Both exhaustion and a shooting pain set in, your vision slowly faded as what sounded like the frantic orders of the town Sheriff played out around you.

Then it was dark.

***

“I’ve never felt so exhilarated-”

“Star- You could have been killed!”

“Yeah. But I wasn’t, like a true Sheriff!”

“... Don’t tell me you’re actually entertaining this idea.”

…

“I think I like this one.”

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, short blurb, sfw (despite the second intentions of the title lol)

warning(s): yelena being a hottie (?), mentions of using a gun, mentions of using a knife (nothing explicit tho), not proofread, unedited.

word count: 0.3k

note: HELLO, LITTLE STARSHINES. I'm sooo sorry I haven't been posting anything at all. And I'm also sorry that this is not the fic that I was supposed to post, but lately I've been lacking motivation to write and then this little fic came to my brain and it just happened. Also, for the russian words, I used google translator and my knowledge from reading fanfiction, so please correct me if I'm wrong. (I wanna learn russian so bad). Hopefully y'all will like it. I'm not an english native speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malyshka: little girl

You felt your fingers wrapped tightly around the cold metal, sending shivers down your spine.

“Okay, that’s good. Just relax a bit, detka,” you felt Yelena’s hot breath in your ear.

You shook your head, trying to shake all the butterflies away in your stomach because of her closeness. She was right behind you, her head on your shoulder, her hands on top of yours adjusting them properly around the gun you were holding.

“The trick for a perfect aim is practice, of course. But it also helps if you imagine someone you strongly dislike as the bullseye,” you chuckled, feeling your body relaxing a bit. “I’m serious, Y/n. It really helps.”

“But I don’t hate anyone.”

“Yeah, I figure. You are way too pure to hate anyone,” she kissed your left cheek, you felt your skin getting warmer under her soft lips. “Okay, just take a deep breath,” you did as you were told. “Close your eyes and let your body relax, focus on your breathing.”

You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth, feeling your heartbeat getting back to its regular rate.

“Okay, that’s good, moya lyubov',” you felt her hands on your stomach as she felt your breathing. “Once you are ready, just take the shot.”

You opened your eyes, determined for the bullet to hit the tin a few meters away from you. You closed your right eye, trying to aim for it, and pulled the trigger.

“Wow, that’s impressive,” you heard Yelena chuckling behind you as she looked at the hole in the tin. “Good job, pretty girl,” she took the gun from your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, and leaned into her touch, wrapping your arms around her.

You rested your head on her chest, breathing in her scent, feeling comfort in it. She smelled like fresh rain and the woods around the two of you, you could also smell the faint bourbon on her lips.

“Can you teach me how to use a knife next?” you looked up at her, mischief filling your eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Anything you want, malyshka.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

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walker-bait-1973 · 9 months

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We Ain't Dead Part Three

A Daryl Dixon x Y/N Fanfiction

18+

Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Swearing

Authors Notes: Glenn and Maggie have disappeared. Daryl and Y/N volunteer to go search for them.

Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Chapter 9: Woodbury

One Week Later

It was getting late; Glenn and Maggie hadn’t returned from another trip out. Rick and Hershel were talking quietly alone. Hershel was beginning to panic. Rick looked over at Daryl and Y/N concern covering his face.

“Glenn and Maggie aren’t back,” Rick said hushed. Daryl frowned.

“How long have they been gone?” Y/N asked.

“Since this morning.” Hershel answered.

Y/N rubbed her face, pulled her map out of her pocket, and laid it on the table.

“Which direction?” she asked. Rick traced the path they’d gone. Y/N traced it out with a red marker.

“Let’s go,” Daryl said, grabbing his crossbow. Y/N grabbed her bow, and her pack.

Beth pleaded desperately, “Please find my sister! I can’t lose her!”

“We will.” Y/N squeezed the teenager’s shoulder and smiled, “We will.”

They jumped into the old blue pickup truck, Daryl kicking it into gear. Rick and Michonne yanked the large gates apart just in time for the pickup truck to barrel through, kicking up rocks, dirt, and dust in its wake.

Y/N traced the path on the map.

"Where 'm I goin'?" Daryl asked, swinging the truck to one side to avoid a group of Walkers. Y/N continued to look at the map.

"Right… we'll pass through the small town of Parkland in about four more clicks and ten miles from the outskirts of Parkland will be Somerset. That's where we need to be. That’s the last place they’d have gone.” Daryl gave a quick nod before shooting through Parkland like a bullet.

He began to slow down in speed as Somerset came into view. Downshifting, he brought the truck to a stop just off main street, behind an old TV repair shop. It was getting darker.

"We stick together," he whispered. Y/N nodded. As they looked around for signs of Maggie and Glenn, Daryl spotted a box full of formula and baby supplies. The green car they'd taken was parked across the street. Daryl quietly crossed the street, Y/N in tow. The search continued as they poured over the car, finding a story in the footprints around it.

“They were taken,” Daryl said scowling. Y/N nodded, flashing a light on the road and saw skid marks.

“That way,” he pointed. They got back in the truck heading in the proper direction, but Daryl kept the truck at a slower speed. They weren't even sure what they were looking for. No signs of Maggie or Glenn were to be found.

"I think the tracks are heading over there," Y/N muttered looking up ahead through binoculars.

"Stop!" She said as she watched out the window, "I can see some steel doors from here. I think there's men on top keeping guard. Do you think maybe they’d been taken there?"

“We gotta check,” Daryl answered, “It’s the only thing around here.”

Y/N tapped his shoulder and pointed to a place to park. Daryl turned off the truck letting it coast into a bank parking lot before pressing the break.

"What's the plan then?"

“On foot,” he answered, quietly exiting the truck. Daryl and Y/N followed the road a little further towards the buildings she’d seen. They pushed their bodies tight against the abandoned buildings, keeping out of sight from the men manning the top of the gate. The large steel gate was indeed surrounded by piles of dead Walkers milling about. The guards had heavy artillery guns.

"Where did they get the military weapons?" Y/N asked as they huddled together behind a burnt up frame of a car.

Daryl squinted, looking through the binoculars. He grimaced, "been a few choppers downed. Maybe from them," he continued to look around, "some military men might be there…" He handed the binoculars back.

She searched.

"Woodbury," Y/N read aloud the sign up over the gates, “there’s ten men on that gate.”

“Shit,” Daryl muttered as one shot a walker dead in the street.

Y/N pointed toward a pile of cars. They snuck in that direction. Y/N set to moving along the wall, her trained eyes searching for any weaknesses in it. When she did find a gap between the building next to the edge of the wall, she tapped Daryl’s chest, and pointed. Daryl shimmied through first before motioning her in. Y/N tied her loose shirt tight around her waist before shimmying through the gap. She had more trouble fitting through with her weapons and decided to leave her bow there. Moving in the shadows, looking around for any sign of where Glenn and Maggie might be, they began to move over the first few doors, peering into windows.

Noticing how quiet it was, “Where is everyone?” Y/N whispered.

Daryl shrugged. Suddenly, they heard yelling, so they dipped into an open door. Daryl peered out the curtain while Y/N went to a window in the back. Her eyes grew, she whistled to him. Daryl rushed over to look outside. A large crowd in rows of stadium seats surrounded a circular arena on the ground in the middle. Walkers were chained there, with two men who fought between them. It was some sort of sick show.

“What the hell?” Y/N uttered, “that’s pretty twisted. What's worse is the crowd is cheering."

“Hell naw!” Daryl exclaimed. Y/N covered his mouth, pulled him to the floor to squat.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Merle.” He hissed.

“Who?”

“My brother,” he responded, lifting his head to look out the window again. Y/N didn’t see any resemblance between Daryl and either of the two man in the middle sparring.

“Metal arm,” Daryl said, his lips tightening until they were white. She looked more carefully. The older man with a flat face, thinning hair, and a big mouth had a metal arm.

"That's your brother?" Y/N asked in awe.

“Yeah, lost him at the quarry. Rick had chained him to a damn roof. Look at him out there!”

“Come on, we don’t have time for this,” she urged him back to the door, “we have to find Glenn and Maggie.”

Daryl nodded, “You’re right. First things first.”

They traveled from door to door, checking inside each building when they happened upon a locked door.

“This one, ‘s gotta be it,” he whispered.

Y/N knelt down and picked the lock, and followed him in. They went down a narrow hallway. A man blocking a door lifted his gun to fire, but Daryl threw a knife into his shoulder. He dropped the gun, screaming out in pain. Y/N grabbed a hold of him, slit his throat and stabbed him through the ear. She threw him down into the pool of blood. Daryl looked at her surprised. He’d never seen her kill a man. She picked the lock, drew back the door. Daryl had his weapon up.

“Maggie!” he whispered, seeing one of the two they'd been searching for. Y/N followed him inside. Maggie was topless, only in her bra, gagged and tied to a chair. Y/N rushed over and ungagged her. She was sobbing. Y/N smoothed back her hair, picked up her shirt off the floor and as Daryl cut the ropes, Maggie grabbed the shirt and threw it on.

“Glenn’s in the next room over,” she sobbed. Daryl touched Y/N’s arm.

“Stay with her.”

She nodded. Y/N tenderly consoled Maggie.

“The Governor, he’s an evil man,” Maggie was shaking as she hugged her.

“The Governor?”

Maggie sucked in a ragged breath, “He runs this town.” She stammered. Y/N eased her out of the chair.

Daryl ran into the next room, and discovered Glenn, laying in a bloody pool.

“You bit?” Daryl asked, checking him over.

Glenn, relieved to see them shook his head, “no. Have you seen Maggie?”

Daryl nodded, yanking Glenn to stand. Supporting him, he moved him into the hallway.

“We gotta go, now!” Daryl yelled into Maggie’s room.

“Where’s Glenn?” Maggie demanded.

“Now!” Daryl yelled.

When they got into the hall, Glenn was waiting. Maggie went to him. He was bruised up pretty bad, blood all over his shirt. They were searching each other's eyes, sobbing, whispering back and forth, kissing.

“We have to move!” Y/N said, pushing them toward the door. As they stepped out, a spray of bullets surrounded them. She pulled Daryl back in. They hit the floor.

“Come out!” Someone yelled.

“That’s h-h-him,” Maggie cried. Glenn covered her mouth.

Y/N pulled something out of her pack.

“Daryl,” she whispered, holding up a homemade flash bang. He grabbed it, lit it, and threw it into the street. When it went off, smoke went up.

"Let's move!" Daryl said, motioning everyone out. He waited until they'd all gone ahead, he followed up the back. The group ran into the smoke, staying close together.

“Where did they go?” Someone yelled.

"I thought they went over there!" Yelled another loudly.

“Span out!” The Governor commanded, barking like a large dog.

Daryl and Y/N got Glenn and Maggie out the hole in the fence.

“Wait a second, little brother?”

Daryl stopped, recognizing Merle’s voice. Y/N looked back.

“As I live and breathe, it’s my baby brother!” Merle continued to approach, stepping out of the lingering smoke.

“Daryl!” She exclaimed, yanking on his arm, “come on!”

“Come give me a hug, won’t ‘cha?”

“Why you here” Daryl yelled, “with these assholes?”

“Why are you out there, with those assholes?” Merle retorted. Merle held his arms wide open, "I said, come give me a hug, boy."

Y/N grabbed the sides of Daryl’s face to look at her, “Daryl… come with me.”

“You gonna listen to that little bitch? She got you whipped. Big pussy…” Merle continued to saunter in their direction.

“Shut the fuck up, Merle!” Daryl yelled back.

“Don’t listen, just come with me,” She said, smiling at him. He snapped out of it and followed her through the narrow passageway.

“Come back here, pussy!” Merle yelled, trying to fit through the hole. He was too big, "Fuck! They're gettin' away!" he yelled, "Daryl! Daryl! Get your pansy ass back here!"

The Governor whistled, “Get the trucks!”

The four ran as fast as they could into the woods. Daryl and Y/N managed to get Glenn and Maggie safely back to their car in Somerset.

Daryl nudged Glenn to the car, “move!" He jumped into the car. Daryl leaned against the open window, "stay safe, ya hear? We'll be right behind ya."

He nodded, giving him a quick smile before backing the car up and speeding away.

Headlights appeared over the horizon, getting larger by the second as it neared.

“C’mon!” Daryl pulled Y/N into the gutter to hide. He shoved her head down and lowered his own. A searchlight started moving along the edges of the road. Y/N gasped, when the light cast a different direction, she yanked Daryl into the woods.

“We’ll have to go back for the truck!” She exclaimed, running into a Walker. She shoved it hard. Daryl shot it through the head with an arrow, pulled the shaft out as they ran by. She pulled her spears out, slashing one’s legs out from underneath it. Daryl coming up behind smashed their heads with the butt of his crossbow. She jumped over a jutting root, looked back, and saw Daryl do the same.

They grabbed each other’s hands as they hit a marsh. Y/N sputtered out murky water, but they continued to move as fast as they could. Suddenly she went under, a Walker had grabbed her leg beneath the surface. Daryl shouldered his crossbow, and dove under, blinded by the dark and muck, reaching his hands out searching. His hand touched something, which he knew was a Walker’s shoulder. He stabbed at it, connecting with the head.

He felt movement in front of him. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and pulled her upward. She reached down with her knife and cut the Walker's arm off. They swam to the opposite shore. Heavy, wet bodies dragged up onto that shore. She coughed up more water, rolled onto her side gagging. Daryl patted her back roughly until it all came up. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath. Daryl stood and assisted her to stand. Her feet squished in her boots.

“Let’s go,” he urged her on, even though they were exhausted. She ran with him, zigging and zagging through more woods. As the prison came into sight, they began to feel a glimmer of hope. However, without warning, a large boom was heard, and a cannon ball went through one wall of the prison. The ground shook under their feet.

“No!” Daryl screamed, Y/N pulled him down, covering his mouth. Tears streaked his face. A searchlight whisked over the trees. The two stayed as low as possible, practically kissing the dirt. Another cannon ball hit the prison. Guns were fired. Walkers marched into the fields surrounding the prison.

Y/N pulled Daryl away.

“We gotta go,” she said lowly, pushing her pain over their people to the back of her mind, trying to keep a clear head, “Daryl, we gotta go!”

Daryl desisted, trailing her deeper into the woods, away from the prison.

They ran until they fell down bone weary. Daryl yanked Y/N to him, behind a tree. They both had their knives in their hands, but eventually passed out.

…

Daryl woke up with a start. Y/N forced herself to stand, her back aching. She double-checked her spears and put her knives in their sheaths. She tried to swipe off dried mud from her jeans.

“Daryl, come on.” She held out her hand.

He squinted, looking up at her, “Where we goin’?”

“You were right. We have to go back.”

“There ain’t nothin’ left!” he pushed her hand away.

“We have to try, there may be someone left,” she insisted.

“Naw! Ya saw it!” he stood up and pointed as he paced, “it’s all gone!”

“Daryl…” she started.

“They’re… gone!” he cried out. He fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. She got to her knees and wrapped her arm around him in support.

“We won’t know unless we check,” she whispered into his hair, “we have to.”

She held onto Daryl until he regained some composure.

After some time, they picked themselves up, and put themselves together. Daryl cleaned mud out of his crossbow, firming up his resolve.

“C'mon. Let’s go.”

She nodded while walking with him now. They marched on, avoiding the swamp, killing walkers in their path.

By the time they got to the fence of the prison, their shoulders slumped forward. It was worse than they’d imagined. Walkers were all over. They’d been attracted by all the noise and the fires left behind. Daryl looked for a possible path to the desecrated ruins. Y/N reached for her gun.

“Where do we go?” she asked. Daryl chewed on his lower lip as he scanned the area.

“There,” he pointed, “alongside the edge. Up n' over.”

Y/N slid the gun in its holster.

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, “I’ll go first.”

Before she went through the broken fence, he grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him. An inexplicable, unspoken emotion passed between them. She touched his cheek, turned back, and went slowly in. He came in behind, as she glanced back one last time at Daryl and pushed forward.

Y/N stabbed a walker as she passed, running along the fence. Daryl sped forward to keep up. She was quick. He shot one with an arrow that was close to her and reloaded. He came up with his knives out, crossbow slung on his back.

When Y/N would knock one down, he’d stab it in the head. Y/N was drawing on one large walker, and she didn’t see the other one coming from in front. Daryl grabbed her by the waist, nabbed one spear using it to stab it in the chest. She kicked it over. They moved again, and soon; they were at the wreckage. Y/N coughed through the smoke. Some things were still on fire. Daryl wrapped his bandana around his mouth. He reached for Y/N’s arm so she wouldn’t get lost. Her hand gripped his as they attempted to search for life. Somehow, they managed to get to what remained of cell block C. It was in powder and pieces. Daryl ran to the cell where Rick and Judith slept. Her makeshift crib was collapsed in and burned, Carl’s stuff in ashes.

“Carol!” he screamed. Y/N shook her head. The upstairs was gone. Y/N's dry eyes began to tear up.

She started feeling the fear she'd held in bubbling over the top, she sobbed over the loss of the people she’d considered friends. Y/N hugged her arms around her body, trying to collect her thoughts, pull herself together. Slowly, she returned to the cell block, finally sitting down on the only remaining step to the upper level rubbing her plaster powdered face.

When Daryl came out of the dust, she closed her eyes. He sat down and put an arm around her as she buried her face into his shoulder. He smoothed her disheveled, dirty crusted hair, his lips against her forehead.

“There’s no one,” she whispered. Broken concrete fell behind them. Daryl quickly lifting on her arm, leading her away.

“We can’t stay here,” he said, “c’mon!”

They gathered a few cans of food from the wreckage and headed down through the tunnels to the back of the prison. Still, no signs of life. They passed through an emergency escape. It was there she noticed the horse being devoured by a pack of walkers. Daryl covered her eyes, “Keep movin’,” he told her. Y/N walked drudgingly next to Daryl, forcing her feet forward. They made their way to the line of trees where the woods began near the south fence.

"Wait, a Walker," he said dryly, his throat parched from all the plaster and dust.

They continued their trek towards the woods, weapons at the ready as they neared it.

The Walker’s throat gurgled.

"Great it's a woman," Y/N sighed.

"I'll do it," Daryl sighed, brandishing a knife.

"Uhnn…" the Walker moaned.

Daryl was closer to the Walker now. Y/N’s throat closed as she recognized the person the Walker had once been.

"Daryl! It's Beth… oh god, Beth's turned!" She felt sick to her stomach. Her feet felt as if swallowed by quicksand as she tried to move forward toward the girl.

"Stay put!" he shouted, looming over what used to be Beth. His eyes teared up as he said, “I’m so sorry, Beth.” He pushed a knife through her skull, killing her instantly. Daryl bike wasn’t far from the body.

“She must’ve tried to get away on this,” he remarked. They walked together, Daryl pushing the bike out to the road. A truck came speeding down the road in their direction. Daryl turned the engine on, Y/N jumping on behind him and he pealed out.

They’d been spotted. The truck increased its speed barreling forward. Gunshots ricocheted around them, bouncing off the road. Y/N winced. The shots were getting too close for comfort.

Daryl kicked it into overdrive, directing the vehicle in a serpentine fashion, his boot dragging on the pavement while drifting around a sharp corner. The truck took the corner too fast, flipped, exploding. Walkers surrounded it. Y/N lay her head against Daryl’s back. He rubbed her arm gently, squeezing her wrist as he did so. She tugged on his hand, “Daryl, we have to stop,” she called out.

“What?”

“We have to stop,” She told him, wincing in pain, “I’ve been shot!”

Daryl screeched to a halt, “You’ve been shot?” he repeated as she got painfully off the bike.

She nodded seething, “in my shoulder.” She turned around, “Daryl, is there a hole in the back of my shirt?”

“Yeah. I see it.” He looked her over more closely to see if she had anymore wounds, “That’s the only one.”

“Okay. Good, I have an exit wound. Can you start a little fire?” She asked as they got off the road. He soon had one going. Y/N laid one of her knife blades in the hot coals.

“What are you doin’?”

She looked up at him, “I have to cauterize the wound, otherwise I may get an infection.” She turned from him and slid out of her shirt, a few curse words escaping her mouth as she did so. She wrapped the shirt around her chest and turned back around. When she lifted the knife, the blade was iron hot, glowing red.

“Do you want me to do that?” he asked kindly. He didn’t want her to suffer any more than she had to.

She nodded gratefully, holding out the knife with a shaky hand, “please?” She shoved a stick into her mouth to bite on and Daryl pushed the side of the blade against her flesh. Smoke rose, a sickening sizzle, with the smell of burnt flesh filled their nostrils. Y/N’s muffled scream echoed around them.

“One more,” Daryl sounded apologetic as he stuck the blade back in the fire. When it was hot she turned around, “Okay Daryl… do it.”

He held the knife for a moment before pushing it against her skin. She bit down on the twig so hard, she snapped it in two.

“Dammit!” she seethed, tears streaming down her face. The pain was so severe, she thought she might pass out. Daryl grabbed the rag out of his back pocket, ripped it into strips and wrapped it around her shoulder, up under her armpit and tied it off. She touched his hand before he let go.

“Thank you,” she whispered. He nodded as she slid back into her shirt.

Chapter 10: First Stop, Parkland

It wasn’t long before the bike was out of gas. They hid it under some garbage and started walking, both mute.

Finally, Daryl said, "there." They were close to the small town of Parkland again. The truck had chased them from the prison all the way back there. The sound of vehicles coming closer resounded off the buildings.

"We gotta hide!”

"Last I knew the department store was clear," She spoke up, her throat dry from panting, "and it's the closest building."

"Let's go," Daryl walked to the door. Daryl banged on the glass with his fist.

They waited for a brief moment. Nothing.

"Seems to still be cleared," Y/N said.

"We gotta take our chances in there,” Daryl said opening the door just wide enough for them to pass through. They watched through dirty windows as the other trucks sped by, heading back to Woodbury no doubt. Y/N barred the door, and before long they'd accumulated a few more cans of food.

Daryl put a small fire together back in the storage room where they felt safest. Y/N rustled up some shipping blankets.

"I can't believe I found a couple cans of broth," Y/N said, opening a can. She tossed some rice into each and stuck them in the small flames.

Daryl was checking his crossbow for repairs needed. They ate in silence, hungrier than they realized. Y/N yawned, rubbing her smoke-filled eyes, "I'm going to go fill our water bottles," she said, collecting Daryl’s and the one from her pack. She headed off toward the restroom. Daryl removed his saturated boots, flipped them upside down and set them next to the fire. Y/N returned with the bottles, handing one to Daryl. He poured a bit into the can of his finished soup, swished it around, and shot it back into his throat, capturing a few grains of rice and vegetable pieces. Satisfied, he lay back on his blanket, his feet near the fire warming. He'd spread his vest and jacket close by, draped over a rusty old chair. He pointed with his chin.

"Might wanna take your stuff off, 'Fore y’all get sick."

Y/N looked down at her clothes. Her jacket was still soaked, her boots as well. She popped the boots off setting them up by the fire, dragged another chair over and draped her jacket. She removed her socks before saying, "there were flannel clothes in here before. Want something clean?"

He snorted, "nothin' wrong with these." He looked down at his shirt, rubbing his bare arms. She reached over and felt the front of it.

"It's still really damp, Daryl…"

"Naw.”

She sighed, "I'm bringing you back a new shirt, don't argue with me." She padded out of the room.

"Watch yer feet!" he yelled after her.

Daryl looked over the flames. He put the tools away he'd used to adjust his crossbow and tested the tension again. Once that was done, he retrieved a whet stone from the pack. He spat on it before sharpening one of his knives. Enough time had gone by when he considered Y/N should've been back. When she wasn't, he decided to go look for her.

Down the dark rows he slowly crept toward the clothing department. He kept his crossbow up and at the ready, pointing it from left to right, occasionally looking upwards at the top of the shelves. His keen hearing listened for any noises. As he neared the clothing, he passed through the women's. No sight of Y/N. He entered the men's department and heard rustling around. Maybe they'd missed a walker. He followed the noise, and spotted Y/N, trying on different shirts. She'd set her flashlight on the shelf next to her and removed one shirt to try on the next. He studied her scars again, this time a little more closely as he had more time. Seeing them consciously reminded him of his own. He swore he could feel each one being given to him all over again. He lowered his eyes and cleared his throat. He waited for her to get a shirt completely on. When she turned around, fully clothed, he approached.

"Takin' a while. Thought I'd come look for ya."

"Yeah, I dug around four piles to try to find shirts that would fit. Most of the ones left are extra and double x large." She held one out to him.

He took it quietly, "c'mon… let's get back to the fire."

They grabbed a few more items of clothing, before returning to the storage room. Daryl ripped the sleeves off his new shirt and tossed them into the fire.

"I'll take first watch. You sleep."

Y/N nodded, lying down. She fell asleep unusually quickly, exhausted from the horrific day.

Chapter 11: Daryl

Daryl stoked the fire again, checked his boots and clothes. He observed Y/N as she slept, unable to stop thinking about keeping her safe, protecting her. She was all the family he had left.

His thoughts strayed to Rick, Carol… Baby Ass Kicker & the rest as he chewed his thumbnail. He'd lost them all in one night. Rick was his true brother and losing him was almost unbearable. Then he thought about Beth, and how he’d had to put her down. He sniffled. Judith and Carl were never going to grow up now. Maybe it was better that they were gone. He began to cry, sniffling as the tears pooled in the corners of his deep-set eyes. Quickly, he got to his feet and began to walk the store, taking inventory of what was left.

He wondered if old Merle had made it out alive. He knew he shouldn't care, but he still did. He wasn't sure if that was out of love or guilt. The kindness the group as a whole had shown him in the past several months was more than his brother showed in most of his life. He couldn't remember a time when Merle had hugged him or said a kind word to him. He was always calling him a pussy, or worse, and knocking him down, bullying him if any of his friends were around.

Daryl didn't have much in the way of friends growing up, so he'd adopted Merle's. They weren't very positive influences, taking and running drugs, shooting up places to steal, knocking up loose women.

Daryl's first encounter with a woman was a hooker his brother hired to take his virginity. He had dragged Daryl to a whorehouse, Daryl around nineteen. It was an uncomfortable first experience for him. Being a young man, still in that awkward phase, unsure of who he was, and what he should be doing. The woman wasn’t too bad looking and was quite talkative for a while to ease his anxiety before finally fucking him into manhood. He hadn’t understood much of what was going on or why he even needed to do it.

After that, Daryl shut down, keeping within himself any feelings other than hate, anger, and the strong need to please his brother. He followed him blindly around, stealing and running with the wrong crowd. He didn't have to think for himself, he let Merle do it. It just seemed easier.

As far as relationships with women, he'd had none; dysfunctional at anything close to dating, and unable to relate to the subjects of daily conversation that people usually could carry on. And sex was something that didn't seem of importance, especially if it was always going to be like his experience with the hooker. Other things took the drive for it away.

He'd no money to speak of, no property or sum of belongings worth anything. He and Merle couch surfed from one place to the next, staying with Merle's friends, drug dealers, hookers, and at cheap hotels. The only thing that ever meant anything to him was his motorcycle, even though it was a used hand-me-down piece of shit. But he'd taken really good care of it, keeping it in the best shape he could. He'd always been envious of Merle's Harley, and now that was gone too.

But how things had changed. When they joined the Atlanta Survivors at the quarry, his brother had planned to steal from them, and of course, Daryl had no objections. Until Merle got locked on that roof. Daryl realized now that helped him get to the way he was today. Without his brother's influence he was learning about himself. People looked up to him. He was needed, appreciated. He had a sense of belonging. But that too had been torn from him.

When he returned to the fire, he set a bunch of stuff down he'd collected on his walkabout through the store. He watched as Y/N stirred, rolling to face the fire. Her eyes opened, squinting in the bright orange glow.

She could smell a cigarette burning, and relaxed knowing Daryl was close by. She pushed off the dirty blanket and crawled over to sit next to him.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

Smoke billowed from his nose, "couple hours. Sleep some more."

"I can't," she said, wiping her eyes, "I slept like shit anyway. May as well sit up. Why don't you get a few winks?"

"Naw. I'm okay."

"You're not going to be okay when we're moving again and you're tired out."

"I said, I'm okay…" he turned to look at her, his lips taught.

She smirked, playfully nudging his shoulder. He held a small smile in.

"Stop," he hissed. She nudged him again. He swatted at her hand. She swatted back.

"Will ya stop it!" he said a little louder, his forehead wrinkled, eyebrows knit together in frustration.

"Okay, I'll stop," she whispered, "just trying to keep things light."

"Got a lot on my mind," he said, tucking his knees to his chest. He flicked the rest of the butt of his cig into the fire.

"Anything that you'd want to talk about?"

He shook his head.

"Ok, I understand. I'll go find some more stuff to burn then. I think I saw some pallets."

"I can get 'em," he stood as she did.

"Daryl, will you just relax?" She touched his arm as he tensed, "I can do this.”

"Not a problem, I'm gonna get the wood."

"Come on then," Y/N said sighing, "let's both go break pallets. Maybe we should think about getting out of here.”

"Could take another day," he said, rubbing his chin, "work a real plan out."

"Have we got enough food for another night? I can check the shelves again. I might have missed something," Y/N volunteered. Daryl looked around with his flashlight. They walked together.

“Maybe there’s a generator or something… do you think the freezers might still be on?”

Daryl shrugged, “I have better chances of growin’ a third ball then them freezers bein’ on.”

However upon inspection, one freezer had a little power light still going on it. He looked at Y/N. She was smirking, “are you going to try to grow a third ball now?”

He snorted before sliding his bandana on to cover his nose. Just in case.

He pushed the latched handle opening it. Cold air blew out. Daryl turned his flashlight this way and that way, searching inside.

"Looks empty…" he said before saying, "hold on…" he walked to the back, Y/N held the door. Daryl came forward quickly, carrying a few things.

"Steak? Pork Roast?" he handed her a wrapped product, "there's ham n' turkey too."

“Someone could’ve hid this stuff," Y/N's stomach growled. She didn't realize how hungry she truly was, constantly convincing herself when there was very little food, whatever she had to eat was enough.

"Settles it, we stay," Daryl said, "pick somethin'."

Part Four

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edenshiba · 1 year

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Hi! I really liked both your Ice and Jesse's fanfiction! Could you do another Ice x Reader? He keeps trying to ask Reader out but he keeps getting tongue tied whenever they talk.

Ask Me Out

Character: Ice x reader

Summary: He saved you, and happened to fall for you.

Note: Hi again my dearest readers and friends. Finally I post this! (Please say yeay) Anywho, I was listening to Tonight by SJB III and I love Elly's part, maybe because I like his rap. Please listen to that while reading. Oh and please send me your request if you want anything.

You don’t remember how you get here, on the expensive yacht, with unknown men in black and a foreign looking woman. Well, you also a foreign woman.

You remember walking around the poor side of the town just because you’re bored and the next thing you know, the place got raided by these men.

You know them, they’re Doubt. The group that sold woman for money. You hung out at Heaven’s club several times and the women there were saved by the owner from being sold by them.

You heard of them in the street too.

Hell, you never thought that you would be captured by them.

“You’re pretty, I’m sure that you will make will make lots of money.” He said before laughing.

You look at the woman, she’s uncomfortable. You saw the guns on top of the table, it’s not like you can’t beat them but they got guns.

Guns, with s.

You valued your life even though you always feels like you want to die.

Out of the sudden, you heard voices downstairs. The men were shocked and tried to hold both of you at your places. Closing your distance with the woman, you lean down to her ear.

“Can you fight?” She just gave you a weird stare.

“I take that as a yes.” Several minutes later, three guys came up.

The fight escalated too quickly, before you realize, the woman already knock the guys.

“That was awesome.” You said, still shocked.

Those guys took off their mask that hides their faces. You were astonished by their look.

Damn, the one with hat is fine.

“Who are you guys?” The woman ask.

The one with the blonde hair turned around before going near his friends. He then faced both of you.

“We are Mighty Warrior.” He said proudly.

You had enough. You were saved by them and this is good bye.

“ Hi, Mighty Warrior thank you for saving us. I’m gonna go now and thank you.” You got up gave them your smile.

The blonde guy stared at you. His tongue pushed his inner cheek, his eyes never left your figure when you walk past him.

Before you get to move forward, the guy with long hair already stop you. He hold his machete up,stopping you from walking away. You let out a heavy sigh before looking at him.

“It would be highly appreciated if you move that away, kind sir.” You gave him an eye smile.

“ Sit.”

How long has it been? Three months? Five? You’ve lost count already.

Well it doesn’t matter. You already joined them, the Mighty Warrior alongside Sarah, the woman. You finally learn her name after two weeks living together with those men at the big mansion.

You knew that Sarah doesn’t agree with their principal but she still agree to be part of them. Well, you know the answer already but it’s a wild guess. You didn’t have the actual gut to ask her about it.

On the other hand, your life has been way better than before. Well it’s not like you’re poor, but you never had this kind of life since your parents passed away.

Living with your late grandmother is hard and you eventually had to forget about your dreams. So you began to work. That night, you were fired from your job since you punched a customer after he grope you.

It’s not your fault.

“Can we bet that I will take down more guys than you?” You asked Sarah playfully. The girl rolled her eye as a result.

Both of you wave at each other before separated. You went to the old guy with hat and Sarah went to the other guy. The guys were watching from upstairs but you couldn’t help to notice that someone has his eyes on you.

“Hi handsome, can I help you?” Your sudden appearance making the other girls scowled.

Before they get to do anything, the old man already pushed them away. You gladly sit on his lap and play with his jawline.

Nice, but Ice’s better.

“How can you help me?” You gave him your seductive smile before whispering in his ears.

He laughed and both of you stands up and walk away. The old man kept touching you, for the sake of money you let him even though wanted to cursed him.

Yours and Ice’s eyes met before you gave him a single nod. Not so long after, the guy pushed you to the wall, kissing your neck and his hands lingers all over your body.

“Damn it, be quick guys!” You grumble.

You see Bernie and Pearl from afar. Before they get to get close to you, you kicked the guy in the nut. His body scrunched up on the floor. Curse words living his mouth.

You gave him a hard blow on the head several times and the man pass out. You quickly take the keys on his pocket, curse words leaving your mouth.

“Ouf, that’s too hard don’t you think?” Pearl complained. He and Bernie grab the guy before pushing him to the side.

You gave him side eye before throwing the keys to them.

“I got harassed by this pervert and you guys think that I’m being hard? Please, he deserves to get his dick chopped off.” You rolled your eyes at them.

Several minutes later, Ice, Sarah and the other appears. They look at the unconscious old man before looking at you.

“ Sarah my love!” You screams as soon as you see her. Sarah hug your body before resting her hand on your shoulder.

“Did you get the key?” She asked. She didn’t forget to check up on you to see any wound.

“Of course dear.” You replied.

“Let’s go.” Ice’s voice ruined your talk with Sarah.

If he wasn’t the leader, you would’ve kick him already.

What a rude man.

You yawned, hard. It’s 3 am and they didn’t finish counting the money yet. You can sleep now but your eyes has been occupied by the shine that the gold produced.

The gold bangle, bracelet, necklace and chain.

Oh, heaven.

“Bernie you finished yet?”

“ You can sleep if you want. The gold will still be yours. Necklace and bracelet right?” Bernie’s words making you smile.

Awh, he remembers how much you love gold.

Pure gold only. You are allergic towards mix gold.

“ I’m off then cutie.” You kissed him cheek before walking up the stairs.

Bernie love physical affection, and you love Bernie.

In a friendly way of course, he reminds you of your own siblings. You wondered if they’re doing well in another country.

By the time you arrived upstairs, you saw Ice. He’s putting on his white t-shirt. You managed to get the glimpse of his abs.

Damn, he got a nice body. You almost drool at the sight.

“You’re going already?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Was your only reply.

You see how uncomfortable he is right now. Before you get to get going, he stopped you.

“Hey I was thinking, “ He stopped midway.

You look into his eyes, waiting for his answer patiently. To no avail, Ice then let go of your arms and smile.

“Nothing. I see you tomorrow.” He walk away.

You were confused. He never acted like that.

At least around others.

“Weird.”

Ice ruffled his hair. He wanted to screams at his actions earlier. He got the perfect time and chance already. How hard is it to talk to a girl?

Well at least for you it’s hard.

He knows that you are in here because you were forced to. It was his mistake of course but he can’t help it.

You were so pretty that night that he afraid that he might not get to see you again. Of course it would not be impossible to asked Bernie to track you down like how he does it with Jesse’s girl but he want you.

He wants you by his side.

Your smile that night when you thanked them and your small grumble when Ryu forced you to sit.

“Yo what’s wrong?” Pearl asked.

He gave Sarah the last glass of the drink. From afar he saw how conflicted his friend is.

“ Did (y/n) turned you down?” Sarah’s word making him huffed.

“Did you get distracted by her face again?” 9 smile at his friend’s face.

Ice shoo'ed him away. He sat next to Bernie who already finished counting the money and the weight of the gold. He did saw several bracelet, ring and necklace in separate box.

He wants to put it at the same case as the other gold but Bernie stopped him.

“Don’t touch it. (Y/n) wants it.” He said without looking at him.

Bernie closed the box before put it on the nearest table. When he got back he saw how distracted Ice is.

He knows that Ice has been liking you for sometime now.

But he never get to asked you out.

“Did she turned you down?” He asked carefully.

Ice pretends to hit him with the small pillow.

The next day,Ice saw you swimming in the pool. You and Sarah were together but she didn’t swim.

The weather is nice, it would be a waste if you didn’t swim.

“Nee Sarah. Should we go shopping tomorrow?” You took a sip on the juice before swimming back.

“I don’t know. We might have something to do tomorrow.” Her answer automatically making your mood sour.

Heh.

You saw Ice staring at you, or Sarah.

Might be Sarah. She’s pretty.

That was until Bernie stood next to him and give him something. Both of them disappear from the balcony after that.

Ice couldn’t take his eyes off you. He has been staring at you since he got up.

Prove?

He didn’t even change his clothes or take a shower yet.

Still in his last night clothes, it’s almost 12 and he saw you swimming since 10. Doesn’t you felt cold?

It’s almost winter.

His eyes following the curves of your body. The swimsuit do give him mixed feelings. He likes how it shows your curves but he didn’t like the fact that others will see you in that.

Of course, who is he to judge but he can’t help it.

You’re too pretty. Prettier than Sarah in his opinion.

“ Stop staring man. What are you? Pervert?” Bernie’s voice making him jump.

He look at him, his serious face making the younger male smile nervously.

“Here, can you give this to (y/n)? I need to run some errands with 9.” Ice took it without hesitation.

He opened the red box, gold necklace with ruby. Next to it is ring with the same gemstone.

“ It’s a secret but (y/n) like gold with gemstone. Trust me, if you ask her out with this she would say yes.” Bernie gave the blond male a wink.

“ Let’s be real, you don’t like Ice?” Sarah nodded.

A loud gasped left your mouth. Sarah’s laugh making it even more worst.

All these time you thought that she like him!

“So who do you like? Ryu? Pearl? Please don’t say 9.”

“I don’t like anyone. For now, well let’s see maybe the cute bartender that we saw the other day.”

Gossiping about men has always been your thing. Since you have become Sarah’s friend, both of you has been gossiping about men during your free time.

Today’s topic happened to be about Sarah’s love life.

It’s quite shocking to hear that she doesn’t like Ice romantically. You always thought she likes him and Ice like her too.

Well you are wrong.

“Wanna know a secret?” She whispered.

You lean your ear close to her, she began whispering.

“Ice like you.”

Now that is questionable.

“Me? Hell no. Have you seen how he always avoided me?” You scoffed.

Ice and you never had a decent conversation. Always ended up with a quarrels between the two of you.

In another word, only god knows what will happen if both of you happen to date.

“Do you want to bet on that?”

Suddenly, Ice appears. He is holding a red box, the same box you saw earlier.

“Ok, five thousand.”

“Bernie gave you this.” He handed you the box.

You opened it up, the necklace that you have been eyeing since last night. You took out the necklace before putting the box on the couch.

You gave the necklace to Ice. The guy gave you a weird look.

“Put it on.” You say, more like ordering.

You saw how his face turned red. Ice took the necklace from you. You turned around and moving your hair from blocking your neck. Ice hesitate at first, he kept staring at your nape.

It would be nice if he get to put his hands around your neck.

“Can you hurry up?” Your words snap him out from his thoughts.

He grumbled before putting the necklace on.

“Do you have anything else to say?” You asked after turning around to face the male.

Ice stared deep into your (e/c) pool, he feels like he was hypnotized by those innocent eyes.

“Hello?” You flicked your finger.

“Nothing.” He walk away and didn’t turn back.

Did he just blush?

You turned around to face Sarah. She gave you the look.

“I told you.” She said before pouring herself another cup.

“Haha, that doesn’t prove anything lady. “ You scoffed.

Ice just blush because of you. You need to tell Bernie about this.

“You are blinder than a bat honey. I’m not surprise.”

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and put the glass down.

“ I’m gonna prove to you that he doesn’t like me. Like I said, five thousand.”

You ran upstairs to Ice’s room. His room is at the end of the hall. His room is bigger than yours.

Without knocking, you opened the door. The scenery in his room is not something that you expected.

He just finished putting on his towel. You know he didn’t shower yet since his body isn’t wet.

Ice is shocked by your actions. Luckily he already put on the towel.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” He yelled.

“Stop acting like an innocent virgin Mr. Do you like me?”

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

“ I’m asking, do you like me?” Hugging your own figure, you showed him your bored expression.

Ice is stunned by the question. If he be honest you might hate him even more.

“I, I...”

You had enough, you walk up to him before pushing his body to the wall, caging him as well.

“Do you like me that much Ice? What’s with the stutter?” You smirked.

Ice felt his sweat dropped from his forehead. He can handle your arrogant act, but not when you ran your fingertip all over his muscles.

"Sarah said you like me, is it true or you just want to messing with me?" You gave him your doe eye look.

Ice gulp at the sight. You saw how his Adam's apple move. You ran your fingertips all over his jawline before stopping at his plump lips.

How can this bastard be so perfect? Why did God put so much effort into creating him?

Ice's body couldn’t react. Is it because of your touch, or he’s enjoying this way too much. Either way, he don’t want you to stop. He was hoping for you to kiss his lips after you play with it.

But no.

“Well, it can’t be help.” You said before turn your back.

Well, if you think of it he’s kinda cute when he is stunned.

“Saturday, 3 pm. I don’t like flower.”

His head perks up when he heard those words.

“What?”

You stared at his eyes and chuckled lightly.

“Our date idiot. Since you’re too scared to ask me out. And please don’t make it a movie date, they don’t even have a good movie in the cinema anymore.” You complained.

Ice smiled. He loves it whenever you talk or voice out your opinion on certain thing.

“And can I borrow 5 thousand? I lost a bet.”

#high&low #high&low the worst #high&low the worst x #mighty warriors #ice x reader #ice mighty warrior x reader #hnl #high and low x reader #high & low incorrect quotes #s.w.o.r.d.

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tirsynni · 1 year

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So the issue about the right to post criticism on people’s fics have come up again. Okay.

First off, the most obvious thing: unless the person asks for constructive criticism, be very wary about giving it. Again, please, keep in mind: this is fanfiction. This is a story typed out by a fan in their free time and posted online for others to enjoy. This isn’t a work that someone polished with the plan to publish for money. This is a fanwork posted by a fan for other fans to enjoy. Most writers I know don’t want constructive criticism. They want to engage with other fans with a medium they enjoy. “I really enjoyed this and I hope you do, too. Here’s an idea inspired by watching that scene.”

Of course, some writers do want constructive criticism. They ask right in their notes for it, which leads to my second point...

What are your credentials? When it comes to offering constructive criticism, are you confident in your skills to offer it? People tend to be, yeah... and then tell me what they would have written. “This is something I would personally enjoy and I wish you had written this instead.” “This does not match my headcanon of the character and you should have done this instead.” “You should have written the other character as the top.” None of this is constructive criticism. None of this is helping a writer improve. When these thoughts occur, instead of leaving them as a comment, consider writing the fic yourself! Seriously! Go for it! That’s the joy of fanfiction! You want to see something? You can write it yourself!

But really, what are your credentials? Do you know how to edit? Proofread? Did you take classes? Do you have a degree? In what? What’s your personal experience? Can I see your resume? Can you offer constructive criticism in a way which will improve that specific writer’s specific style? Can you help the writer tell the story they want to tell and not you? Because that is incredibly challenging. It’s easy as hell to tell someone what you would like to see in their story. It’s also the reason many writing circles and writing groups fail: too often it dissolves into “This is what I like, so you should change this” or “Well, such and such heard from such and such that this is really important for fiction.” That’s not how actual constructive criticism works. That’s not how you help a writer grow.

“Well, if someone is writing and posting stuff online, then I have the right to criticize them.” Do you enjoy having so many free works at your fingertips? Would you like to see it happen in the future? Because while you’re free to criticize, that writer is free to stop writing. Writers don’t have to post. Writers can delete existing fics. Writers can and do give up because they are so excited to post their project online, only for multiple people to offer them “constructive criticism,” making them feel like shit, while many other people enjoy the fic but don’t bother telling the writer.

“I have the right to tell the author what I like.” You also have the right to write your own fic. Which is probably going to be more productive?

“I have the right to tell the author their fic grosses me out.” Great. You also have the right to tell that to random people you meet in the street. Go for it. I personally value the concept of “don’t like, don’t read.” You did choose to deliberately read that fic, after all. That’s all on you. The author didn’t put a gun to your head and force you to read that work.

“I have the right to tell the author their errors.” Did they ask? Why are you so focused on the errors and not what you liked about the fic? I promise, if you tell authors what you enjoy about their fics, that will help them grow their skills far more than criticism. Getting positive feedback encourages fic writing, and practice helps the writer with those errors far more than random people on the internet.

At the end of the day, is your constructive criticism helping? And honestly, is that “constructive criticism” for the author or for you to feel proud about your awesomeness or for you to lift yourself up by belittling someone else? Before you gave the constructive criticism, did you ask the person? Did you value their opinion enough to verify that they wanted it in the first place? Fuck, did you even take the time to ask the person if they wanted a beta reader? Because if someone is happily posting their fic and they didn’t ask for help via a beta reader prior to posting, it might be because they’re more focused on the fanwork itself than grammar and the such, and that’s okay. If you can’t play around with fanfiction, with what can you play around? It’s fanfiction. No life or death seriousness to it!

Generally when someone leaves me constructive criticism, it isn’t constructive. It is that person telling me what they would have written in my shoes. You doing that isn’t going to make me write it. Hell, if people keep it up, writers might not write anything at all.

It’s very popular now to call writers greedy when they want positive comments or engagement with their fanworks. It’s also popular to defend the right to criticize the author when giving a comment. I would really prefer for these people to just write their own fic. Write what they want to see in the world. Maybe it’ll balance out all of the writers not writing because they’re getting hesitant about posting their works or feel too discouraged to even write in the first place.

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classlutup · 2 years

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Fun fact. I don't use twitter. You see, I am so busy being massively smart and up myself that I don't want to learn what the purpose of a retweet is.

But sometimes I go on Twitter and search up top gun, and fanfiction, and a03 and lead me on just to see if anyone has mentioned my fic. So far I've come up with nothing.

But I wanted to share this tweet because it is now my new favourite tweet, ever.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #a03 fanfic #lead me on #read my top gun fanfiction please

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compacflt · 1 year

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wip wednesday: slider is 95% not a wip anymore! coming saturday hopefully! wednesday if all hope fails

#definitely possible it’s Wednesday cause i have to work on a 5k lesbian wwii romance for class today & tmr #prove i CAN write women as their own characters & not just as objects to reflect men’s sexuality #(allegations i will not beat in this slider one shot btw. sorry.)#1. conveniently placed f-14 and f-18 models helping me edit #2. idk. im running out of excerpts to use. i just liked this paragraph it was fun to write.#3. again running out of excerpts to use. my main motivation for finishing it was that i didn’t know what to post for wip weds anymore #top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun fanfiction #ron slider kerner #this one-shot contradicts many other things i have written but mostly my mediocre hangman one-shot so honestly just forget about that one #i might leave a note on this one on ao3: ‘forget that you ever read one-shot 3/4 please this directly contradicts it’#im feeling okayish about slider. it drags in the middle. idk. i just want to stop thinking about it lmfao. get it OUT of my head

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick ~ Book Recommendations

A masterlist of books I recommend to anyone who enjoys Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, and/or TGM fanfiction!

Disclaimer: Please note that most of these contain romance and/or mature themes. They also may contain heavy, dark, and/or possibly triggering plot points, Including but not limited to - death and near-death experiences, PTSD, sexism, racism, sexual assault, and (possibly graphic) depictions of war.

I’ve linked the Goodreads page for each book so you can read more about each one and (hopefully!) add them to your library!

Romance books with a male love interest that reminds me of Top Gun characters

The Unhoneymooners by Christine Lauren -> Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Summary:

Olive Torres is used to being the unlucky twin: from inexplicable mishaps to a recent layoff, her life seems to be almost comically jinxed. By contrast, her sister Ami is an eternal champion...she even managed to finance her entire wedding by winning a slew of contests. Unfortunately for Olive, the only thing worse than constant bad luck is having to spend the wedding day with the best man (and her nemesis), Ethan Thomas. Olive braces herself for wedding hell, determined to put on a brave face, but when the entire wedding party gets food poisoning, the only people who aren’t affected are Olive and Ethan.

Suddenly there’s a free honeymoon up for grabs, and Olive will be damned if Ethan gets to enjoy paradise solo. Agreeing to a temporary truce, the pair head for Maui. After all, ten days of bliss is worth having to assume the role of loving newlyweds, right? But the weird thing is...Olive doesn’t mind playing pretend. In fact, the more she pretends to be the luckiest woman alive, the more it feels like she might be. The Unhoneymooners is a romance for anyone who has ever felt unlucky in love.

*My review*

A fresh take on the classic enemies-to-lovers trope, the main male character is a hot, arrogant, and complicated man you just can’t help but love. Despite their rivalry, the chemistry between the FMC and the MMC is off the charts from the beginning. Not to mention this book is genuinely hilarious.

Link to Goodreads

The Admiral's Bride by Suzanne Brockmann -> Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Summary:

When six canisters of a lethal nerve agent are stolen from a military testing lab, It's up to Admiral Jake Robinson to infiltrate the compound where religious fanatics have stored the deadly toxin. His partner—posing as his wife—is Dr. Zoe Lange, a biological warfare specialist and an expert in espionage. And though their marriage may be a hoax, Jake's growing feelings for Zoe are anything but make-believe. With each hour he's in Zoe's company the stakes get higher, and the situation within the compound is escalating…

*My review*

This is the book that first inspired this post. Admiral Robinson reminds me so, so much of Cyclone! He’s both a living legend and the man of everyone's dreams (even if he himself doesn’t think so). His character and morals are very strong, so getting to read his unique perspective along with hearing his internal struggles was really special. This honestly feels like a long-form version of some of the fantastic Cyclone x Reader fics I’ve read on here. The pining and use of the “will they/won’t they” trope was great as well. This is military romance at its best. Overall this book is refreshing, fun, and one of my very favorites!

Link to Goodreads

Under The Bayou Moon by Valerie Frazer-Luesse -> Robert “Bob” Floyd

Summary:

Restless with the familiarity of her Alabama home, Ellie Fields accepts a teaching job in a tiny Louisiana town deep in bayou country. Though rightfully suspicious of outsiders, who have threatened both their language and their culture, most of the people in tiny Bernadette, Louisiana, come to appreciate the young and idealistic schoolteacher as a boon to the town. She's soon teaching just about everyone--and coming up against opposition from both the school board and a politician with ulterior motives.

Acclimating to a whole new world, Ellie meets a lonely but intriguing Cajun fisherman named Raphe who introduces her to the legendary white alligator that haunts these waters. Raphe and Ellie have barely found their way to each other when a huge bounty is offered for the elusive gator, bringing about a shocking turn of events that will test their love and their will to right a terrible wrong.

*My review*

This book single handedly made me believe in love. Raphe is a little rough around the edges (in a good way), but my lord if he isn’t just the sweetest southern boy. The way he loves Ellie is everything.

Link to Goodreads

The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros -> Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary:

Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

*My review*

I think this sentence from the top review of this book on Goodreads sums this book up better than I ever could.

“The Last Letter is so much more than a romance. It’s a testament to the strength of bonds forged from trauma and loyalty. It’s an exploration of motherhood and the importance of family. But above all, it’s a story of survival, forgiveness, and the healing power of unconditional love.”

This book tore my heart out and stomped on it. I can’t recommend it highly enough.

Link to Goodreads

Love her or lose her by Tessa Bailey -> Mickey “fanboy” Garcia

Summary:

Rosie and Dominic Vega are the perfect couple: high school sweethearts, best friends, madly in love. Well, they used to be anyway. Now Rosie’s lucky to get a caveman grunt from the ex-soldier every time she walks in the door. Dom is faithful and a great provider, but the man she fell in love with ten years ago is nowhere to be found. When her girlfriends encourage Rosie to demand more out of life and pursue her dream of opening a restaurant, she decides to demand more out of love, too. Three words: marriage boot camp.

Never in a million years did Rosie believe her stoic, too-manly-to-emote husband would actually agree to relationship rehab with a weed-smoking hippie. Dom talking about feelings? Sitting on pillows? Communing with nature? Learning love languages? Nope. But to her surprise, he’s all in, and it forces her to admit her own role in their cracked foundation. As they complete one ridiculous—yet surprisingly helpful—assignment after another, their remodeled relationship gets stronger than ever. Except just as they’re getting back on track, Rosie discovers Dom has a secret... and it could demolish everything.

Link to Goodreads

The Ocean Between Us by Susan Wiggs -> Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Summary:

After years of following her navy officer husband on assignment around the world, Grace Bennett realizes that she’s left something behind—herself. Her husband, Steve, can’t understand the unraveling of his wife’s heart and is determined to set things right. Their already-strained relationship is pushed to the edge when old secrets are revealed. Now, with plenty of space to ponder the true distance between them, Grace begins to reinvent herself. But, just as her new self is coming to terms with her family life, the unthinkable happens: a disaster aboard Steve’s ship. A navy wife’s worst nightmare collides with the cold truth that life’s biggest chances can slip away while you’re busy looking for guarantees.

Link to Goodreads

OTHER BOOKS

Armed Forces/FBI romance fiction:

Deadly Descent by Kaylea Cross

Over The Edge by Suzanne Brockmann (book #3 in a series)

Meant To Be by Jessica James

I’ll Meet You There by Heather Demetrios

The Unsung Hero by Suzanne Brockmann (book #1 in a series)

Making Faces by Amy Harmon

Dear Aaron by Mariana Zapata

Under Fire by Catherine Mann (book #3 in a series)

The Woman Left Behind by Linda Howard (Book #2 in a series)

Life Flight by Lynette Eason (book #1 in a series)

The Thing About Love by Julie James (book #7 in a series)

General military fiction:

Hunt The Wolf by Don Mann (book #1 in a series)

Terminal List by Jack Carr (book #1 in a series)

Historical military fiction:

Wives of War by Soraya M. Lane

Pacific Glory by P.T Deutermann

The Nugget by P.T Deutermann

Other (related) books you should read:

Catch 22 by Joseph Heller

Drift by L.T Ryan

Flyboys: A True Story of Courage by James D. Bradley

tags:

@thevortexclubposse, @marchingicenotes7, @rrocky0ah, @possessedbytheinternet, @xoxoabs88xox, @antbee17, @elenavampire21, @sometimesanalice, @maggieromanov, @galactic-marvelettes, @daisyflower221

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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September

From September to December of 2022, I am taking part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge hosted by @natrace and will be reblogging every fic or blurb I recommended/liked to my fic recs blog, @onlyfandomwritings, and compiling them into these masterlists every month.

(Note: Some of these fics are old. That's because I reread a lot of fanfiction. Check out the October masterlist where several of these fics will be making a re-appearance because I will have reread them and reblogged them again for emphasis. Deal with it. If you are tagged on this list and I haven’t already I apologize now for the way in which I will be spamming your notifications reblogging all your shit.)

For more information about the Stardust Reblog Challenge please click here. And remember, you're welcome to join late!

To return to my complete Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist please click here.

This month, I read and recommended: 52 fics and blurbs.

Top Gun

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Do Not Disturb by @callsign-valley

Misconceptions by @/callsign-valley

Tailspin by @/callsign-valley

You're Being a Brat by @/callsign-valley

Open Your Mouth by @/callsign-valley

Girl Next Door by @/callsign-valley

One Time Thing by @/callsign-valley

Bad Day by @zablife

Party Trick by @/zablife

Friday Night Pickup by @wildbornsiren

Liminal Space by @/wildbornsiren

Imagine Hangman Being Caught Leaving Your Room by @write4tomorrow

It's Not My Fault You Keep Turning Me On by @topguncortez

Code Baby by @/topguncortez

Easy, Girl by @simpforrooster

Icarus and the Moon i and ii by @reverierogers

When Life Gives You Oranges by @/reverierogers

View From the Friendzone by @princessmisery666

Painted Us Golden by @fanboygarcia

Spa Nights & Slow Dancing by @/fanboygarcia

Cross the Line by @writercole

Try Losing One by @topgun-imagines

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Up To No Good by @/callsign-valley

Steady by @/callsign-valley

Stand In My Way by @/simpforrooster

Sky rockets in flight, afternoon delight by @gretagerwigsmuse

you don't get to taste the honey without the sting of the bee by @notroosterbradshaw

Uncle Brooster by @/notroosterbradshaw

The Arrangement by @croimilis

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Weather the Storm by @/wildbornsiren

so many hickies by @/topguncortrez

Wallflower by @stranger-nightmare

Dancing With You by @applebutter-and-cinnamon

Full of Surprises by @withahappyrefrain

Bob is shy by @princessphilly

Javy "Coyote" Machado

Promise This Ain't A Test by @coyotesamachado

How sweet it is… by @/coyotesamachado

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

A Redemption of Love by @heywheresemily

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

drunk reader blurb by @/topguncortez

Pay Attention by @/topgun-imagines

Who’s This by @/topgun-imagines

Promise? by @/topgun-imagines

Wrong Answer Sweetheart by @callsignthirsty

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Lunch Date by @/wildbornsiren

Nice 'N Easy by @/wildbornsiren

One Night Stand In Fightertown by @/zablife

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott

Sweet by @/wildbornsiren

Homecoming by @/wildbornsiren

Sacred Oasis by @wyn-n-tonic

Catalytic by @/wyn-n-tonic

Polaroids by @rhettabbotts

Buckle Bunny of Sorts by @urtheoneiwant

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topgunreacts · 11 months

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Here's a hilariously self-centered comment for everyone to enjoy

I got this at the end of a chapter where I remind people that launching their amateur Kirkus Reviews career in the comments of a fanfiction without being asked is rude as fuck. (Not Top Gun. I made the author's note after a person reacted with utter scandal and dismay to ONE sentence referencing a protag sleeping with someone outside the pairing before they even met)

Highlights

"Hmm"

"Ffn encourages criticism so writers can improve" Girl WHAT. ~*~fanfiction dot com has a culture of criticism~*~ WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. ITS CULTURE IS YAOI, BAD SEX, AND WORSE FORMATTING

The assumption that everyone is writing fanfiction "to improve" [in a way this person approves of, naturally]. Sorry, some people post things that are full of mistakes because they don't give a shit, and neither should you! Click that back button, babe!

"Maybe the people over at ffn are more the university grad type?" LASKDJFLASK girl PLEASE for the love of god give me some of what you're smoking. This is my favorite line. It is shirt-worthy

Big Cringe[tm] all around

"Your talk of hurt feelings strikes me as kinda immature" is this flirting

"HMM"

"It could be a difference in educational background and/or age" oh my goooood the Cringe. The condescension. The possibility that this wasn't even MEANT to be mean, but EARNEST, which is even more Cringe.

I'M the one being immature. The 20+ year fandom veteran informing people that critiquing fanworks without solicitation is and always has been rude as fuck. Not you, the oblivious, self-important grad student condescending to me because you think I ought to expect and desire [yours, naturally] criticism.

The implication that I am less educated than they are. I'm willing to bet the possibility I could be more educated did not even cross their mind.

The absolutely unsubtle classism dripping from every word

And while we're critiquing without asking, (and treating judgment of people's writing as the Default Reading Experience) I will point out the spelling of "caveat" as "creveate" despite the fact that this comment was edited at least once. Come onnnnnnn.

They didn't even criticize anything! Their single comment on this story before I replied, froze the thread as a monument to their sins, blocked them, and nailed their corpse to the wall, was THIS. They spent time saying THIS instead of literally anything else. An undesired opinion, responding to my post about not wanting undesired opinions.

Pitiful.

Literary critique is a skill. It is not a selection of negative observations written using big words. It is not a list of likes or dislikes. It is not suggestion itself. It is a skill, and a difficult one to develop at that. The fact that your English teachers always made you "peer edit" other students' essays does not make you a real critic. Go to the bars and calm the fuck down. Talk to a single human being who isn't also in your ENG 680 class.

#writing #ao3 #ao3 comments #cringe #ah fanfiction dot net. the fanfic website for grad students #not like that uneducated hellhole ao3 #fanfiction

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whatislovevavy · 10 months

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WC: 4.4k

Synopsis: An exploration of why Bucky decided to cut his hair

AN: This has been in my Google Drive for about two years and finally got around/had the motivation to finish this. This piece was technically my first ever piece of fanfiction I ever wrote. My writing mostly pertains to Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick so this was a nice little brain break from that. I thought I'd include the original author's note I put together, having never written fanfiction at the time, just for nostalgic sake and if anyone wants to know just how new to this I was lol. Also this divider is not mine and I was unable to tag the account that made it since it was deleted. This work will be posted on my side blog @sophs-writing-nook.

Original Author’s Note: Hello everyone :) This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit nervous about it. I’ve had this idea since I saw the first promotions for the Falcon and Winter Soldier series and didn't really do anything about it for a variety of reasons. I haven’t seen a lot of fics exploring this concept so I decided to write this on a camping trip in my notes app where I didn’t have reception so I apologize if there is bad grammar, spelling errors, etc. If there happens to be a similarity to another fic, it is purely coincidence and I don’t intend to plagiarize anyone. Please let me know if it does appear I have. I have a lot of respect for fanfic writers and don’t want to disrespect anyone and steal anyone’s work unintentionally.

Warnings: Blood, Trauma (PTSD), sadness with some bittersweet moments sprinkled in, supportive Sam because that’s a warning in itself.

None of these characters are mine. Read at your own discretion.

Bucky had tried finding a routine after coming back: Get up by 7, go on a run make breakfast, try to keep in touch with his friends he had made since coming back, try a new recipe, maybe try online dating, catch up on what he missed the past 70 years, try to forgive himself for all the atrocities he didn't have a choice in committing, make dinner, shower, and sleep by 9.

That's what his therapist, Darlene, told him to do at least.

She wanted him to write in a journal the names of the people and families he wanted to make amends with, things he wanted to explore and try out, and good things he remembered before he was the Winter Soldier.

Darlene had kept encouraging him to keep referring to the Winter Soldier as if he were his own separate person, and not affiliated with James Buchanan Barnes.

It helped a bit with passing the blame, but not by much. He, naturally, chose the last remnant of Steve he had- his journal- to hold these thoughts.

Steve saw the best in him when he couldn't.

He made an effort to try and forgive himself for everything he did, for Steve’s sake.

Why Steve had left him, he didn't fully understand.

It didn't make the "forgiving himself" part any easier.

If his lifelong friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, decided to leave him now in this time of his broken, mutilated life, what did that say about him?

Was he wrong about him?

Did he truly believe he was worth being fixed and forgiven?

There were small moments of hope that he could be fixed, but they were few and far inbetween.

His nightmares had gotten worse.

If Darlene would ask, he’d tell her, “no, they haven't", "they've stopped", or "I haven't had one for a while.” Bullshit excuses that anybody who saw the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't believe. Darlene knew he was lying and would try to reassure him that their space was safe and it would help him to get his nightmares out in the open.

He didn't think so.

This woman didn't know what it was like to have the same horrific scenarios play out in his mind every time he went to sleep.

To see himself killing innocent people like he was in the backseat of his mind.

The blood.

Their faces, some close friends and others strangers.

Their pleas and calls for mercy were what always broke him.

He was forced again and again to witness himself taking their lives and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Forced to use any part of himself for Hydra.

Nothing was spared.

He felt unforgivable, these nightmares were a sign of the Winter Soldier still being in his head, buried and ready if Hydra got their hands on him again.

He was tired of fighting and worrying, only wanting lasting peace and a full night's rest.

He had started renting an apartment in downtown Brooklyn near where his family had lived during the 40's. It was near the church cemetery his mother, father and sister, Rebecca, were buried. They were placed in the row closest to the street behind the church his family frequented during his youth.

His parents had passed from old age when he was imprisoned by Hydra.

A small part of him was thankful for that.

They never had to learn that their son had done such horrible things.

They lived with the good memories of him.

His sister had passed during the time half the population was gone, the Blip people called it, from Alzheimer's. He visited her once before, but she was in the late stages, and was a shell of who he remembered growing up.

His little sister Rebecca, whom he protected, opened jars for, teased, and made sure the boys she liked would be good to her, was now unable to remember him. He was told she passed peacefully in her sleep a few months after he disappeared.

Darlene thought that buying an apartment so close to his family's resting place might be overwhelming for him, but he wanted to be close to them and the memories he had.

The apartment consisted of a basic floor plan; kitchen, bathroom with a shower and bath, living room, bedroom, closet. However, he only used the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

He didn't have many things when he moved in, and didn't feel he needed all the space allotted to him.

He had invested in a modest tv set, a microwave, blender, and a camping mat, courtesy of Sam's encouragement.

He had tried sleeping on a mattress, but he felt that he was going to sink through into the floor with how soft and marshmallow-like it felt. He always slept on the floor with a few blankets and sheets.

Sam had the same experience when he came back from Afghanistan.

Sam had tried to help him adjust to things since coming back, and had done a lot for him, including to help him find his apartment and encourage him to try new things.

There were times he had trouble getting out of his headspace to return Sam's calls and initiate with his friend. Darlene had been saying that for a person who allegedly had no one left, he seemed to have a safety net in Sam. She pushed him to call someone other than her and initiate with him. It was another case where he felt she didn't fully understand how difficult it was for him to build relationships, and "get his nightmares out in the open" since coming back.

He had gotten home late that night from the store, buying ingredients to make a recipe Darlene recommended: chicken tikka masala, he thought she called it.

He was amazed at the amount of change he had missed, especially from a grocery store. His family would boil everything with what minimal spices were available, other than the usual salt and pepper. He found solace in trying new recipes and exposing himself to the technological wonders of the 21st century, including learning how to use a DVD player and the iPhone he recently bought. He tried online dating but found it was too overwhelming and made him feel like a fish out of water. Asking people on dates and seeking relationships came easily to him when he was younger before the war, but everything felt so different now.

He felt so different and foreign to himself. His arm. His mind. He felt like a shell of the person he was before the Winter Soldier.

His groceries were unloaded into the fridge and he started to prepare his dinner. He placed a bowl on the counter for mixing chicken marinade and marinating the soon to be cooked slices of chicken. The chicken slices were placed into a pan on a low heat to begin cooking. They wouldn't take long since they only had to cook halfway through initially. He gathered the spices for the marinade.

The soft smells of turmeric, ginger, cumin, and garam masala reminded him of the evenings he spent helping his mother cook during the summer. His mother would rummage together some cash every once in a while to buy a few sachets of spices from the local grocery. It was an indulgence she took part in that, compared to now, seemed simple and less of an everyday luxury.

Sure, the spices she would bring home were more mild and less "exotic" than what he had available to him now, but it was the familiar memory of being taught to cook and the soft smells of his mother's cooking.

His conscience told him to use the spices sparingly despite himself being confronted with a substantially sized grocery aisle complete with spices from almost every corner of the world a mere few hours ago.

Maybe it was his upbringing during the Great Depression and watching his parents worry about where the next paycheck would come from.

Or maybe it was his instinct telling him this small semblance of peace he had found in his Brooklyn apartment would be snatched away, and that he needed to savor every new experience in stride.

Because if he let himself enjoy them too much, it would make the snatching that much more painful.

He couldn't decide.

He finished the marinade and would have to wait an hour or two to start the sauce and cook the chicken. He placed it in the fridge and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

The warm water felt nice on his warped, scarred flesh around his arm on his left side. The area would often become sore and plagued by knots. Sam recommended warm showers, aloe vera, a massage and spa place nearby, and Advil. The thought of people he didn't know touching his scarred flesh made him feel nervous, so the rest of his suggestions were his go to.

His scar tissue and long hair were the last physical mark of Hydra on him.

He was thankful he didn't have to see the red star that had branded him for so many years when he looked in the mirror anymore, since leaving Wakanda.

But there was still his hair.

His hair that had blood, dirt and grime stained into it for his 70 years of service. No matter how many times he showered, he knew the blood would never leave his hair or his hands. His mind would drift through waves of hopelessness in quiet moments like these more often than not.

He dried himself off with a soft towel, changed into a pair of boxers, and began to gingerly apply aloe vera to the junction where his arm met his shoulder. His shoulder was still a bit sensitive after all these years despite the enhanced healing from the serum. Shuri theorized it was because the metal cavity of his arm continuously tore through the underlying tissue. She was able to remove the bits and pieces of metal embedded in his shoulder. His arm was in the healing process, but it would take a while after years of damage even with the serum. After he finished rubbing in the aloe vera, He put on a dark t-shirt and made his way back into the kitchen to finish the sauce.

He carefully prepared the onions, garlic, and spices for the sauce the way his mother taught him to.

He couldn't help but think about how his parents and sister would have loved to have tried this recipe with him.

He could almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to "cut the onions a bit smaller" or "don't let the garlic and onions burn in the pan".

Rebecca's eagerness to try the sauce prematurely with a perfected pout and whines of protest when denied so.

His father's quiet yet strong presence at the kitchen table reading the daily paper and soft scolding of his sister.

Steve drawing in his journal at the dinner table on evenings when Sarah Rogers would be working late at the hospital.

The radio softly playing in the background as a soothing ambiance.

The kitchen window opened to let the aroma of the Barnes’ family dinner wander through the back alley of the apartment building, and let in the sounds of the neighbors' soft conversations, clothes oscillating in the wind on the clothes line, and car engines humming as people made their way home at dusk.

All qualities of his family's evening routine and upbringing he longed for, but took for granted in his youth.

The stark smell of overcooked onions brought him back to the task at hand, pulling him from his thoughts but leaving his buildup of emotions he felt were about to rupture. He added the heavy cream, spices, brown sugar, and let them stir with the marinated onions and garlic. He felt tears start to form in his eyes. Letting the sauce thicken, he turned the pan onto a low heat, and added the marinated chicken to finish cooking.

He placed the spatula down on the counter top with a shaky hand, placing his hands on the counter to support himself as he let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.

God, he wished they were here with him. Steve. His mom. His dad. Rebecca.

He wished he had somebody who knew him before the Winter Soldier that could help him to pick up the broken pieces of himself and to become the person he was again.

He wished he could have said goodbye to his parents, Rebecca, and that Steve hadn't left him.

He wished he could've held his parents one last time before they passed, met the man that Rebecca fell in love with and had a family with, and fought harder for Steve to stay with him and help pick up the pieces.

All things that he couldn't do anything about now.

He wiped his tears away and returned to stirring his chicken masala. Thoughts of his family blending with the thoughts of his recipe like the spices and heavy cream in his pan as a cope. Darlene had mentioned that the recipe goes best with garlic buttered rice or naan, so he had bought ingredients for both, but opted for the naan. He turned on the oven, placed some naan from the store on a baking sheet, and into the oven before returning to stirring the contents of the pan.

He remembered Sam wanted to come over and check in on how he was settling into his apartment, sometime the next day. Maybe he would want to try some of his dish.

"Initiate, take small steps to initiate". This counted as initiating, right? He hoped so.

His chicken masala was well blended and deemed done. His naan close behind. He placed a bowl and plate on the counter, served up his recipe and naan, and sat down at his two person dinner table, and prepared to eat. Darlene had told him that making a makeshift taco with the naan tasted good if he opted to not make the garlic butter rice. He took his first bite and let himself experience each incredible flavor.

He would definitely be making this recipe again.

Maybe he could make a batch for Sam.

It would be a small way to return the favor.

He made his way through his dinner, and would start heading to bed soon. It was almost 9 anyway. Shuri told him that consistent good sleep would also help him heal mentally along with his therapy and the treatment she provided.

He made a mental note to try making the garlic butter rice, thank Darlene for the recipe, and ask her if she had any more favorite recipes he should try during his next session.

He brought his dishes to the sink, moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shed himself of his shirt. Sleeping shirtless was normal for him both during the war and after getting the serum, finding that he would warm up easily and end up tossing and turning in the night.

His escalated body heat helped him to survive the frigid Siberian winters during his imprisonment, but not the mild to warm summer nights in Brooklyn.

Laying on the hardwood floor with the lights out left him with his thoughts. He remembered the nights he and Steve spent laying on couch cushions on the living room floor of his parents apartment.

The nights he and his sister would read The Hobbit under the covers of his bed when they were younger, while their parents thought they were sleeping.

He liked to sleep with the TV on at a low volume and the window opened so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts for too long.

He didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as before. Darlene told him to take deep breaths while resting his eyes and had gotten better at it since seeing her.

Breathe in for 5 seconds, exhale for 10, and repeat till he felt calm enough to drift to sleep.

He steadily awoke hours later, feeling warm and groggy.

It was quiet.

The TV was off and the window was shut.

He was none the wiser in his hindered state of being as he lifted himself off of the floor and trudged to the bathroom, the soft sound of his bare feet pattering on the wood floor like rain drops on a window, encompassing his apartment in a soft echo.

He turned on the soft bathroom light and twisted the cold faucet on, leaned down and scooped cold water in his hand, and poured it on his face. Supporting himself by his forearms, he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of cold on his face and cascading down his neck.

The water felt warmer now and had a distinct iron smell to it.

He opened his eyes and was met with his hands drenched in blood. Blood flowing into the sink from the tap.

He slowly turned to meet his reflection. Met with the cold, dark, blank eyes of the Winter Soldier. The blood stained leather vest, black muzzle, and the long brunette hair stained black from blood falling over his face.

He was there with him, as clear as day.

He felt a stark and deep rooted sense of fear awaken and burrow itself in his chest as he quickly retreated from the sink, pressing himself against the opposing wall. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, he felt the walls of the bathroom constricting him.

The Winter Soldier reached out his metal arm, severing the separation between the mirror and his bathroom, and brought it down onto the counter top with a resounding crack, small remnants of the cheap countertop tumbling to the floor. He lunged for the door and twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, he tried to break down the door, knuckles bleeding and eyes teary. He could feel the Winter Soldier getting closer to him and was too terrified to turn back and face him. He broke through the door with a splitting crack, splinters in his hands. Awaiting on the other side was a long dimly lit corridor lined with bars and cold concrete walls.

His heart stopped.

He knew this corridor.

He would always know this corridor.

He didn't want to go forward, but he had no choice. Breaking into a sprint, not looking back and praying he didn't trip over himself, he felt a sudden, strong grip on his leg, pulling him backwards. Landing on the hard concrete with a groan and turning himself to face his captor: Two dark, army clad figures awaited him. He shuffled away from them as fast as he could but couldn't get to his feet fast enough to avoid being dragged to by his feet towards the bathroom. His screams echoing off the walls, and hands burning from friction against the cement floor at his attempts to escape their grasp.

He couldn't believe what was happening, he thought he was free from Hydra.

Free from these corridors.

Free from the chair.

He felt his nails fruitlessly catching on the small ridges of the cement floor as he was mercilessly dragged. The hallway enclosed in darkness behind him and the bathroom light ahead of him, serving as a beacon of pain and suffering.

He was left on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying, accentuated by the sound of the slamming of a steel door. His teary eyes searched for the figures but found none. Instead, his eyes landed on the dull gleam of the worn metal frame in his bathtub, tinged with small droplets of blood, smoothed down edges, and strained leather straps.

If he wasn't sobbing before, he was now. He felt so trapped, his heart beating out of his chest; his lungs made of tin, unable to expand.

His shaking frame was folded on the floor by the bathroom door. A few moments of silence flooded by the drops of his sink tap and his attempts to catch his breath.

Abruptly, a handful of his hair was grabbed, his body dragged to the chair as he let out seethes of pain and cries.

He was held down in the chair as he was strapped in by faceless, dark army figures. Soft whispers and murmurs of pleas for mercy and forgiveness settled around him, originating from every vent and faucet in his bathroom, nestled their way to his ears.

They grew louder and droned out the sound of leather going through buckles and the mechanical "wrrrrr" of the head plates assembling towards the top of the chair.

He struggled and screamed, but it was no use.

Trapped in the chair, no chance of escape; Limited by his mind and not his body.

He anxiously waited and dreaded for the excruciating pain of electricity to course through his body, to hear the words Hydra spent so much time and care to drill into his mind.

But both never came.

He awoke with a startle, eyes wide, body and blanket soaked with sweat, lungs gasping for breath.

His window open, letting in his neighbors everyday routine squeeze into his apartment.

The TV on a low volume, playing auctions for nic-nacs and heirlooms people didn't find use for. All drowned out by his racing thoughts and attempts at breathing.

The blanket pooled around his waist as he shifted to lean against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing.

He needed his hair gone.

Like a wounded animal, he made his way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and uneasy strides. He flipped the bathroom light on, feverishly opening and closing drawers to find what he needed most.

A pair of scissors.

A raspy sigh left his lips as his hands met the plastic frame of the twin bladed tool.

His eyes shifted from his reflection to his hold on the scissors.

Carefully, he brought his metal hand to his hair, extending one of his many locks of hair.

His eyes drifted from the lock of hair to the metal blades that almost fully encased it.

Snip.

He watched as the lock frayed till it was severed completely, feeling the freed lock in his hand and watching it fall to the counter.

A sigh of relief left his lips as tears pricked his eyes as he met his reflection in the mirror.

Snip.

His tears were flowing fully down his cheeks as almost the entirety of his left side was covered in frayed, unevenly cut hair.

He gingerly ran his flesh hand along his head, relishing in the short tufts of hair, and began repeating the same frenzied cutting on the other side of his head, and towards the back

If the tears weren’t flowing before, they were now.

He placed the scissors onto the hair ridden counter with a clang, keeping his relieved gaze on himself, feeling his chest wrack with sobs, body slowly crumbling against the sink and to the floor.

He had never felt such relief in his life.

His hands ran over the chopped hair, savoring the uneven patched of hair, his head laying back to rest against the wood cabinet below his sink, eyes fluttering shut.

Muffled knocks softly rose his mind from the depths of sleep.

He let his eyes adjust to the bathroom light, feeling his neck ache from how he slept against the drawers of the cabinet.

Sam.

He rose up to his feet with a groan, trudging to his front door.

His front door opened with a click.

“Hey, man-woah.”

He rose his eyes to meet Sam’s wide ones, giving him a small smile, “Hi, Sam.”

Sam swallowed.

“Late night hack job, huh?”

He gave Sam a tight-lipped smile, nodding.

Sam’s lip quirked.

“I, um, I made something for you if you’d like to try it.”

Sam watched as he rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand.

He moved from the door, leaving it open for Sam to come in.

Sam carefully stepped into his apartment, taking in the rumple of blankets on the livingroom floor.

“It’s chicken tikka masala, my therapist recommended it.”

Sam took the plastic container he held out for him.

“Thanks for this…We should go get you a haircut. You can’t be walking around Brooklyn looking like you had a blender cut your hair.”

His lip quirked, nodding.

After a few minutes, he met him back at the front door in jeans, a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket, and glove.

“Ready to go?”

He wordlessly nodded, closing, and locking the door behind them.

—

“Alright, what do you think?”

The hairdresser adjusted his chair so he could see himself fully in the mirror.

He could feel his eyes glaze over.

His previously poorly chopped locks were no where to be found, replaced by almost buzzed cut hair with a bit of length towards the top. Barely enough for anyone to get a good grip in.

“It’s perfect, thank you Melissa,” he muttered to the woman that gave him a kind smile in return.

He tried to hand the man at the cashier station some cash, but Sam interjected with his card.

He looked at Sam with slight bewilderment.

“You’ll cover me next time.”

His lip quirked, as Sam nudged his shoulder as they made their way to the exit.

He stopped in front of a window for a store on the way back to his apartment, seeing his reflection in the storefront.

And for once, he didn’t have a deeprooted distaste or fear of what he saw.

It almost made him cry.

He needed this.

His long hair gone. The last remnant of his time in Siberia, of the shackles that held his mind down under water like an anchor, gone.

Out of sight. Out of mind.

Sam stopped a few paces ahead of him.

“You wanna stop in?”

Sam’s voice broke him from his trance.

He gave Sam a small smile.

“No, just taking it all in.”

Sam gave him a comforting smile as he caught up with him.

They continued on to his apartment to give Sam some of his chicken tikka masala, running his hand through his hair periodically with a smile on his face.

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