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dispatchvampire · 3 months

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Accidentally In Love (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2600-ish.

Summary:

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 2

Blinking, Echo arrived back on the current plain of consciousness in a very bright room that smelled vaguely of antiseptic and orange slices. Blinking, she groaned a little as she took in her varying pains that hadn’t been evident before, including the stiffness in the elbow where her IV was installed.

“There she is.”

She turned her head toward a voice she recognized very well. Lindsey Messer, Danny’s wife and her friend from the job and her building, sat at her bedside holding her hand. In her pants suit and fuschia blouse, wearing her work badge, it was clear the tiny blonde had come straight from the crime lab. “Hey Linds. I hope Danny didn’t make you worry. I’m fine. My head’s too hard for any lasting damage.”

The blonde snorted and slid a plastic cup with a straw in it over to her. “That’s what I told them.”

It was good to know her friend had her back. “What am I doing here?”

“They said you had a concussion and lost consciousness at the scene. Apparently you hit your head when you went into the stream by the bridge. Plus you got some stitches in your nose and chin and have a hairline fracture in your wrist.”

“Oh.” It was so much worse than she feared. Looking down at her wrist she saw the bandage and closed her eyes on a sigh. “Well, this sucks.”

“It does,” Lindsey agreed. “It seems you have some interesting friends, though.”

Echo sipped her cup of water as she mulled over the strange transition. “We have the same friends, Linds.” Working in law enforcement made for a large extended, and occasionally dysfunctional, family, and since they hung out together, the majority of the people in their lives were shared friends and acquaintances.

“Funny, because I don't remember you bringing those two superheroes you crashed into on the bike path today out for drinks with us.” She leaned back in the chair, looking nonchalant as she pulled a bottle of water from her purse to sip.

Superheroes? What? “What are you talking about?” Shifting to sit up further in bed, she found herself tired and reclining back on the pillows behind her. She had one thing she wanted to make clear, though. “And I didn't crash into anyone. I ditched out so I wouldn't crash into anyone.”

Lindsay smiled slyly. “You’re too nice, that’s why you crashed.”

Looking around to make sure there were no little ears to overhear she snarked at her friend, “Vaffanculo,” complete with the associated hand gesture.

Of course that's the moment when Danny decided to come into the room carrying a bottle of water and some white daisies he laid on the table next to her drink. “Ay, yo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asked with his ever present grin. He’d clearly cleaned up and changed into one of his signature tight t-shirts and jeans. He made hipster chic look good with his wire-rim glasses and skinny jeans.

Rolling her eyes hurt but she did it anyway. “Whatever, Danny. When do I get outta here?”

The thin man winced and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, see that's the problem. Both the girls have ear infections, and they’re with my mom right now, but there's nobody to look after them for us, so we can look after you. And well unfortunately, between us and Flack, Donnie is going outta town with Trish for the weekend. So the docs wanna keep you overnight.”

“But…” she whined pitifully. The idea of spending the night alone in the hospital sounded as appealing as shaving her legs with a dull razor and lemonade shaving cream.

Lindsey’s lips twitched. “You know we have toddlers, right? We’re immune to such things,” she laughed.

Lower lip in full pout, she replied, “And that's just unfair.” Echo reached onto the table and then rummaged around in the sheets over her before reaching into her bloodstained bra and the pockets of her bike shorts. “Where's my phone?” Surely she could find someone to look after her at her place so she didn’t have to stay in the hospital.

Danny cringed as he grabbed the other visitor’s seat in the room. “Yeah, about that... your phone’s out getting fixed right now. Unfortunately it and your sunglasses met the creek bed and experienced a similar fate as you.”

“Oh no.” She winced and reached up to touch the bridge of her nose involuntarily as her hopes for escape dwindled in front of her. “This is bad.”

He nodded, conceding her point. “Yeah, yeah it is, kiddo.”

“So, I have to stay.” It was a statement of resignation more than anything and she was beyond displeased, but knew two things: first, this wasn’t her friends’ fault, and second, she couldn’t do anything about this.

“Unfortunately.” Messer nodded again. Seeing her dejected expression, he rushed to assure her, “Just for tonight though. They’ll let you go in the morning. Hopefully your phone will be back here by then, good as new.”

“Wait…” Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but Echo was pretty clear that phone insurance wasn’t nearly that prompt. “Who's got my phone?”

Lindsay looked at Danny with a pointy glare. “You didn't tell her?”

“She just woke up! You were here!” Danny held out a hand hoping to show that he was unarmed and not one to take her fire. He pulled the chair over to the bed to be closer to Echo. “Do you remember the two guys you crashed into?”

“I didn't crash,” she corrected, rolling her eyes coming much easier this time.

“Your face and bike would disagree,” he supplied diplomatically, with only the barest hint of a grin.

“Whatever.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, assessing. “You really don’t remember?”

Shaking her head hurt, but she tried anyway. “Help me out here, Messer. I got nothin’.” She had vague recollections of the two hot guys from the path, but considering she saw them daily, those were not memories she trusted. “Were those the ones you and Flack had your guns on?”

Lindsay's eyes grew very large and she pinned Danny down with a very pointed glare. “You had your gun on Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?”

“It was a very fluid situation,” he gritted out through his clenched jaw. “It took a minute to get it all untangled.”

“I'm sorry, what?” The headache that had been dancing around the edge of her vision grew to full force causing her to rub her face. “What? That doesn't even make sense.” How in the fried fuck did the fricking Avengers figure into this? “How—? What—? I don’t understand—”

Danny cringed at her questions and pushed to his feet. “Well I think we've done enough damage here. Linds will get the girls and we'll see you tomorrow morning.”

Echo’s eyes popped open as she reached for him when he stepped away to put the chair back. “Wait! No! You don't get to just drop a bomb and leave like that.”

Likely attracted by her beeping monitor, the nurse came in to see her blood pressure spiking. “You have to go now. The patient needs her rest.”

Lindsey and Danny leaned over for quick hugs before heading toward the door. “This will make sense in the morning, E, okay? You’ll be fine,” he assured her.

She whined again, dropping her head into the pillows. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will,” he replied with his trademark toothy grin.

Right before he and Lindsey walked out the door, she asked, “Hey, who has my bike?”

“Hopefully that’ll be here with your phone.”

The way Danny’s smile turned secretive before the nurse closed the door was concerning, but her head hurt too badly to really give it too much thought. Honestly, she was tired again and since it seemed she had nowhere else to be, she figured it was a good moment to take a nap.

“We should have brought the bike up.”

“And put it where, genius? In the hallway where it’d just be in the way? In here? It’s a hospital, not a subway platform.”

“I just think—”

“And that’s your problem right there, Stevie.”

“I just don’t want her to think we took it or anything.”

“Steve. Really. Come down off the cross; we need the wood.”

Echo woke to the sound of grumbled whispers and some sort of mechanical noise. Her dark eyes opened to the overly bright room, only to slam shut again at the vision before her. It was clearly a concussion-generated hallucination, because there, seated at her bedside were the two sexy mofos from the bike trail. A flimsy wisp of a memory danced across her mind of the blond one fetching her from the creek by picking her up, but… that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be; she was too heavy for that. She hadn’t been picked up since childhood, and certainly was not one to invite the casual touch of strangers.

Cracking her eyes open the barest hint, she watched the two men, giants, both of them, arguing back and forth softly beside her. She’d never given thought to their size before beyond their muscles, considering her bike gave her a height advantage, but damn if they weren’t enormous, still dressed in their too-tight t-shirts and jeans that encased their thighs closer than clingwrap.

Her soft whimper at the sight brought their argument to a halt as both of them reached for her hand.

“Hey, beautiful,” the longhaired one greeted her with a soft smile as he delicately touched her fingers. His own fingers were cold, and when she looked to see why, it appeared they were made of some kind of metal. In her mind, she’d always assumed it had been some kind of tattoo when she’d seen him in passing, so the metal was a bit of a shock.

“Howya feelin’, sweetheart?” the blond one asked as he laid his hand over her same wrist.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just absorbing the absurdity of this moment. “Best. Hallucination. Ever.”

Her eyes snapped open at a bark of laughter followed by the mostly silent wheezing giggles that overtook Hotness 2. He threw his head back, shaking out his unbound hair in full chortle, a bubbly infectious sound that made her feel like she’d been infused with sunshine. The way his nose crinkled made her want to hug the hell outta him.

“Babydoll,” he choked out as he brushed away tears from his cheeks before patting her knee with a warm smile. “We’re as real as it gets. I promise.”

Blondie’s grin at his friend was a mix of affection and unruffled resignation. “Ignore Chuckles over there. How are you feelin’?”

“I’d feel better if I knew who you were,” she said softly. It was a strange feeling, a sensation of familiarity and absolutely no idea why she might know them. Not that she didn’t appreciate the attention, but it was disconcerting that they seemed to know her and she had no active memory of them beyond their occasional encounters on the trails and paths in Central Park.

“I’m James and this is Ste—Wait, you really don’t remember us?” The brunet went from amused to stricken in a breath when she shook her head, his free hand—it was a metal hand—scrubbing down his face and pulling his features taut before clapping his hands. “Right then. I’m James—my friends call me Bucky, and this is Steve. I ran into you on the trail yesterday.”

Eyes rolled to the ceiling, the giant blond then directed an annoyed glare at his compatriot before folding her hand in both of his massive paws. “What Buck means is he ran into you on the bike path. By the Glen Span bridge.”

“Oh! Jeez!” Thinking back, all she could see in her mind was the blue shirt and then everything goes kind of hazy until… “Guns? My friends had their guns on you?”

They both held their hands up, shaking their heads. “A misunderstanding. It all got sorted out pretty quickly, despite Smartass over here trying to get us killed,” James grumbled in Steve’s direction, even as a smirk curled around the corners of his mouth.

The blond winced at his friend’s description of the events but didn’t correct him. “Anyway, we wanted to come and apologize for all the upheaval we caused for you.”

“And your stitches and things,” the brunet added as he tucked his long bangs behind his ears. Looking down in his lap, he jerked as he noticed the bag by his feet. It was purple and glittery and had tissue paper sticking out of the top and he pushed it into her hands like it may be virulently contagious. “Here. From us.”

Immediately suspicious, Echo held the bag at arm’s length. “Okay? What is it?”

Steve rolled his eyes with a little huff of impatience. “Telling you ruins the surprise. We went to the trouble of wrapping ‘em—”

“Well, Wanda did,” Buck leaned over to stage-whisper conspiratorially.

“We went to the trouble of having ‘em wrapped,” the blond corrected with an impatient glare at his friend, “so open it.”

A little embarrassed at having their eager eyes track her every move, she dug past the mountain of glittery paper to pull out a shrink-wrapped, brand new Stark Phone in the signature red and gold box which she set on the bed next to her. Everything about this situation was so goddamn weird, it was hard to make all the pieces fit together in her head with any kind of coherence.

“Tony promised me he got all your stuff transferred over,” Steve offered eagerly as he poked the box a little closer to her.

“Pictures and things,” Buck clarified over his friend’s shoulder. They both seemed greatly invested in her taking the gift.

She held the box up in one hand while pawing through the bag with the other. “Okay?” Her fingers brushed against another box, this one textured and obviously expensive cardboard and almost as hefty as her phone box.

Echo’s eyes widened as she pulled out the black box with the distinctive gold writing on it. “Is this…?” she trailed off as she observed the two men closely. Steve nodded encouragingly, so she opened it, almost afraid of what could be inside. Inside was a hard leather case, with gold lettering that matched the exterior box. “You got me Versace sunglasses?” She couldn’t decide if she was happy or mildly horrified.

The blond nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yours were in pieces from where I stepped on them getting out of the water.” His cheeks flushed as he looked more than a little ashamed. “Tony assured me that you’d be okay with the replacement.”

“Stevie’s underselling it. Stark said you’d appreciate the upgrade.”

Upgrade? Shit… she was a city employee and made nowhere near the kind of money that this pair of sunglasses cost. They were likely more expensive than all the clothes in her closet. “I… thank you?”

“Here.” James nodded at the bag next to her. “There’s more in there.”

At the expectant looks on their faces, she set the black box aside and turned her attention to the bright yellow envelope just inside the bag. “‘Sorry we broke your stuff, please accept these replacements with our humblest apologies,’” she read, wary of their hopeful expressions when she finished. “'Replacements?' Plural? There’s more?”

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carlos-in-glasses · 3 months

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Happy Nice Ask Week!!! (German week starts on Monday, so I still have 1 hour to go and am decidedly NOT late)

I'm stealing other peoples idea and sending everyone the same ask :)

I recently saw a post that said we need to reblog and show more love to more fan art. So lets kill two birds with one stone:

WHAT'S A PIECE OF FAN ART YOU LOVE?! (fandom of your choosing) If you would be so kind to link it, so we could all show some love, that'd be amazing :))))

And since it's nearly Monday (or already Monday to everyone living in the future) have a great week 🫶🏻

Hello! ❤️ Oh I love fan art! I would love to use this question to highlight @thisbuildinghasfeelings and her 911 Lone Star cross stitch projects. They're unique and adorable and I love that a whole other kind of artistic skill is being used to create and share work in our fandom - it's so so endlessly cool to me. A masterlist of Anne's cross stiches is linked above, and I want to highlight this iconic quote of TK's, the dinner table argument, the proposal, the wedding vows for which a comically large hoop was needed, Season 1 Tarlos, Season 2 Tarlos, and Season 3 Tarlos. So many great ones! Anne has also made gifts based on fanfic, which is so lovely.

On the theme of gifts! I would also like to take this as an opportunity to say thank you again to @fitzherbertssmolder for this piece based on @heartstringsduet's fic The Kind You Can't Get Away From, which I commissioned for her birthday, and to @heartstringsduet herself as well for this piece for @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut birthday based on his fic A Clock Chimes Softly Twelve for Midnight. (Also shout out to these sleepy sketches which I adore).

And! While I'm here! There's much glorious smut art and I love and adore this bubbly shower kiss called In the Mist by @whatsintheboxmh and Since the First Night I Took You Home by @a-kinkajou

I couldn't pick just one and this is not nearly all of what I've loved. The talent in this fandom blows my mind.

(Artwork below by @heartstringsduet as well for When Soulmates Swim. Emotonal about it every day.)

#ask #cig answers #nice ask week #911 Lone Star fan art #fan art

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oldfangirl81 · 6 days

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I need ideas for Tommy/Buck simple art that can be used for cross stitch or cookie decorating.

Do I just keep it two firefighters helmets?

These are examples of other 911 art so you get what I mean.

#tommybuck #bucktommy #buddie #tarlos #911 abc

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thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog · 2 months

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911 Spoilers Season 3: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 1

I took these notes back in the middle of January and forgot how much more detailed these notes were compared to Season 2. The first episode of this season was 5 1/2 pages long in my journal alone. There was an obvious attempt at making the notes more cohesive and legible but that quickly went down the drain. I'll show you the first page of course. Kindly ignore any obvious spelling and grammar issues you may see. The notes will still be transcribed below.

I also think I took so many notes because I knew what was coming in the first three episodes. I think I'm going to make this post about Episode 1 a stand alone post and post Episode 2 and 3 together because It'll definitely be too long of a post with all three together.

Episode 1: Kids Today

1.) Highspeed Chase

The 118 minus Buck are preparing to stop the car. Eddie is Sitting across from Hen and Chim alone.

Eddie grabs the axe and is working with Bobby to get the kid out of the car.

Eddie is the one to figure at why the car would not brake. He hands the father a "souvenir".

Eddie is lowkey snarky and sassy in the most adorable way possible.

2.) Buck is in a burning building trying to save an unconscious woman, but in reality was actually completing a firefighter test and saving a mannquin.

Preformed so well that he established a new record.

The instructor states " Most guys take the Stairs" in reference to Buck jumping thru a vent in the floor (More evidence of Buck's Suicidal tendencies)

Welcomed back as a Firefighter.

3.) Surprise Party at Athena and Bobby's Place

Eddie walking around with a tray preparing the party.

Buck and Maddie walking in with Athena. Buck being surprised by everyone. (Genuinely unsure if he was actually surprised or because the reaction was too grand. I like to think he was expecting the surprise.)

Eddie having one one of the more grand surprise screams and big hand gestures in the group.

Chimney looking over at Eddie and then Buck while yelling surprise (This took a lot of pausing and rewinding to catch this very subtle moment).

Buck and Eddie hug. A nice big hug. Eddie holding Buck's waist. (We all know this infamous hug) Everyone just watching them hug for a moment.

Buck and Eddie talking outside when Christopher walks towards Buck. Buck crouches down to Chris' level, while Eddie watches. Chris hands Buck a hand drawn card that states he's an awesome firefighter.

Montage of Buck thanking guests and cake

Buck talking to Hen and Karen about their fertility treatment. Karen correcting Buck about calling the sperm donor a baby daddy. (Only pointing this out because of the cursed story line we get in season 6. My least favorite storyline for Buck, but I'll talk about that when I share my notes for season 6.)

Buck watching Maddie and Chimney be all lovey dovey and jokingly suggesting marriage.

Bobby approaching Buck about officially being back when he begins to rub his chest and thank Bobby for being there. (Really establishing a father son moment).

Buck starting to aggressively cough and the cough becoming more and more violent. The camera cutting to Eddie, where he instantly disengages from his conversation and has a worried look. Everyone around becomes worried. Buck coughs up blood and collapses.

3.) Buck is in the hospital diagnosed with blood clots. He reveals that he ignored signs of discomfort because he pulled a muscle while training. He doesn't think it is a big deal, while Maddie is pissed.

"You could have died!" "But I didn't"

Buck not remembering what happened when he passed out.

Buck overly concerned about the mess he made at Athena's (We learn this from a text sent to Bobby)

Bobby becomes hyper aware and concerned over Buck pushing himself too hard.

4.) Nursing Home

Eddie crossed arms and silently judging the man with a rash.

Eddie is gesturing to Chim to look at the man's junk. He's so casually funny it is all in his mannerisms.

The way the editors stitched up this scene is so funny. One second Eddie is stern with his arms crossed silently judging, goes to being visibly shocked, back to stern, than utterly disgusted, and back to stern.

Eddie educates everyone about the increase risk of STI's in the elderly while guiding patient into the hall with Chimney. Still has judgy eyes.

Eddie being amused in the background by all possible people affected by the STI.

I use to volunteer at a nursing home when I was in highschool and old people are freaks. Met a man with two girlfriends at the facility. He was definitely bragging when telling me the story about how more relaxed old people get with sexual health. I am now realizing that this was a weird story and I'm obviously over sharing.

5.) Buck calling Bobby letting him know he's being discharged by the hospital.

Buck wanting to go back to work right away. Bobby telling him that he can't go back to work yet. He's no longer clear to return.

Buck becoming more and more upset with the conversation and voicing that his identity is being a firefighter and basically admitting that he believes his life is worthless if he's not a firefighter.

Bobby talking to the entire 118 about how upset Buck is. There is a mix of Buck needs more time to process and he needs to process faster cause he is stuck.

Eddie shares how his father would tell him to brush it off and move forward even when the situation was difficult.

Hen points out that Buck's life is the firehouse.

Bobby states " Buck has us, even though he might not believe that right now." while staring at Eddie, Eddie stares back.

6.) Missing Mother Rescue- Eddie discussing the woman who obviously stole a baby and harmed the mother is pretty catty in tone.

7.) Eddie forcibly wakes up Buck and gets him out of bed.

"Your life is not over because your not a firefighter."

Christopher is waiting down stairs in the living room for Buck. Complete surprise to Buck, he's slightly taken off guard by him being there. Eddie walking over to Chris with a slight grin. He knows he was trying to be slick.

"He's hanging out with his Buck today!"

As Eddie leaves, Buck is upset, but seemly appreciates and knows the stunt Eddie just pulled. Not entirely upset because he does enjoy spending time with Chris.

I love this scene so much! First it implies that Eddies has a key to Bucks apartment. Eddie knew that Buck wouldn't refuse to hangout with Christopher. Chris and Buck seemly having their own individual relationship.

Buck takes Chris to the pier. We get a montage of them having fun on rides, eating cotton candy, photos, carnival games.

Buck truly enjoying himself with Chris, but gets FOMO when he sees an emergency at the pier and firefighters are responding.

Chris looking out to the ocean while Buck tightly grips the back of Chris' shirt.

Having a deep conversation about finding a careers he enjoys when he grows up and that he truly enjoys it. Christopher understanding that this conversation is directed toward him but not about him. He reassures Buck by stating, " You're going to be alright kid."

Everyone watches the ocean practically vanish and form in to a huge wave.

Fear/Panic on Buck's Face.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #911 spoilers #buck x eddie #911 fandom #911 show #christopher diaz #9 1 1

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tommys1girl · 1 year

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My Person, My Maverick

Pairing: Maverick x female reader

Summary: after going through something traumatic, you turn to your comfort person, your husband, Maverick.

Requested: yes :)

Warnings: car crash, drunk driver, injuries, death, hospitals, mentions of stitches, kinda intrusive thoughts (?). Let me know if I missed anything but I think that’s it.

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The last thing you remember is talking to Maverick on the phone while you saw a car swerve into your lane before hitting you head on.

Next thing you know, you’re opening your eyes, revealing a bright white room and Maverick at your side holding your hand. There’s a nurse in the corner writing down a couple notes on her clipboard as she’s speaking to Maverick.

“She is completely stable, she only had to have a couple stitches on both legs. Other than that she’s just going to be sore for a couple of days.”

“How much longer is she going to be out like this?” Maverick asks beginning to rub his thumb over your hand.

“I’m awake… kinda..” you mumble.

“Baby, are you okay? Are you hurting? Where’s the pain?” Maverick asks as he frantically stands up over you.

“Sir, let her adjust to everything. I’m going to go get some discharge paperwork done and I’ll send the doctor in for a final exam. Hit the call button if you need anything in between.” The nurse said before she exited the room.

“Mav,” you whined.

“Yes Y/N,” he respond squeezing your hand.

“Am I going to be okay?” You ask squeezing his hand tighter, trying not to cry.

Maverick sat back down in the chair he pulled up next to your bed,” of course you are baby, you’re so strong. Do you remember what happened?”

“N-no..” you trail, letting the tears escape your eyes.

“Shhhh, it’s okay hun. Do you want me to tell you what happened?”

You nod.

“You had just called me to tell me you were on your way home from work. You were telling me about Mike escorting a guy out of the bar because he refused to let a woman like you make his drink when I heard a loud crashing noise. You were on Independence St when a drunk driver was driving with his headlights turned off and crossed into your lane. He hit you head on, your car flipped 6 times and a huge tree stopped you. Luckily, you had your seatbelt on and you walked away with a couple cuts on your legs.”

“Oh my god, Mav! Are you serious? 6 times???”

“Yes Y/N, 6 times. I called 911 as soon as you weren’t responding to me. You’ve been here since about 3:15am. It’s 8:47am right now.”

“What happened to the other driver? Was anybody else involved or hurt?” You asked concerned.

“The drunk driver didn’t survive, he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt. Nobody else was involved.” Maverick answered.

You began to cry, “oh my gosh Mav, he died?!?!”

“Yes, he was pronounced dead at the scene.”

You had never felt the feeling in your chest that you currently had. It was a tight, heavy feeling, you felt bad for the other driver… sure he was drunk, he deserved to be in prison. But what if he was going through something? What if he just lost a child? Or his wife left him? Why did you feel this way? Shouldn’t you feel so angry at him for causing this? Your brain was spinning.

“Mav, why am I sad that he died?”

“Because, sweetheart, you have a big heart. It’s okay to feel this way, this is a traumatic event. You’re going to go through so many emotions, but I’ll be here every step of the way.” Maverick stands up, leans over you, and gently hugs you. As he pulls away he holds your face with his hands.

With tears in your eyes you look at him, “are you sure I’m going to be okay, Mav?”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, “I promise you’re going to be okay, everything is alright Y/N. I got you, I always do.” He assures you.

As soon as Maverick sits back down, the doctor comes in to look you over before releasing you. He instructs Maverick to take extra good care of you, to which you know he will. He also told Maverick to order your favorite takeout and watch your favorite movie to help distract you from everything for a couple hours.

As soon as you get in the car, Maverick looks at you, grins that cheeky grin and says, “looks like I’ll be spoiling you for the next week or two, how ‘bout that sweet thang?”

“You’re a mess, Maverick. But I love that about you. And I love your heart, and I especially love it when you spoil me,” you say grinning back.

“I love you, Y/N. Now let’s get you home so we can eat some take out sushi and watch Beauty and The Beast.”

“I love you more, Maverick. Promise me I’ll be okay, please. I just need to hear it.”

I promise you’re going to be okay Y/N, I’m here every single step of the way through this. I mean that.” Maverick reaches for your hand, giving it three big squeezes as a means to say ‘I love you’

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Hope you all enjoyed this short little story! I really have a soft spot for Maverick because I know he’s just the sweetest and most gentle soul. 💕

#pete maverick mitchell #tom cruise #top gun #tom cruise fanfic #pete mitchell #maverick x female reader #maverick x reader #maverick fanfic

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catscardigan · 5 months

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Didn’t realise how long it had been since I shared a progress shot!

NGL….the S6 finale kind of broke me. Not in a good way. In the way that meant I had to step out of the fandom (and this project) for a few months.

The S7 teaser however has me back in a somewhat optimistic and enthusiastic mood, so I am now determined to get this finished before then!

Two more big pages of pattern to go, then the finishing touches underneath.

Pattern credit as always to our Linda @skyhighrollins911

#911 fox #911 abc #skyhighrollins #oliver stark #evan buckley #Buck #911 cross stitch #911 fan art #911 fanart #hiatus project #cross stitch #x stitch #fan crafts #embroidery #buddie

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 7 months

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"Do I?"

"Yes." ❤️

#911 lone star #lone star cross stitch #6 weeks of work and it's finally finished!!#I’m very happy with how it turned out!#Episode: s03e13 riddle of the sphynx

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jesuisici33 · 7 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

yes, by both of my great-grandmothers.

2. When was the last time you cried?

i honestly can't remember. i'm not an easy crier tbh. i think maybe the second time i saw the barbie movie when it was still in theaters? and then later when i watched oppenheimer that same day i got pretty emotional too.

3. Do you have kids?

nope.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

i played soccer for half a season my sophmore (that's the second year for non americans) year of high school. i enjoyed it but had to stop because of minor health issues.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

what's that?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

clothes and hair usually

7. What’s your eye color?

blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

ooohh depends on what i'm in the mood for tbh. i've been wanting to watch/read a lot of horror stuff lately so i guess i'll have to go with scary movies atm. though i do enjoy a happy ending!

9. Any talents?

i can play violin, but i haven't touched mine in years.

10. Where were you born?

a hospital

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, reading, watching tv/movies/musicals, crochet and cross stitch, obsessing over my blorbos

12. Do you have any pets?

yes! an orange kitty cat named bella

13. How tall are you?

5ft2 (157 cm for non americans)

14. Favorite subject in school?

history and english, i weirdly love writing essays

15. Dream job?

ever since i was a five it's been an actress/singer and these feelings have been bubbling up to the point i'm strongly wanting to do a double minor and do musical theater when i go to a university next year. just to see if i can do it tbh. and if not, there are still regional productions of musicals i can do lol

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Soft (A Daredevil [Matt Murdock] Fanfiction)

(A/N: GIF isn’t mine, please kindly check the maker of this GIF! [@kamillahn])

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1.652

Warnings: Strong language, blood, smoking, and cringy writing.

Summary: You’ve known Matt with memories, hands and conversations. This time you both cross something new.

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The same rhythm of steps outside your apartment had already become a habit to your ears ever since your first encounter with him. He was, by chance, heard your breathing outside your apartment that fateful night, on the fire escape to be exact, drowning in your sorrow and smoke.

While you were smoking into the starless night, you caught someone fighting with another. It was Matt, soon you found out, with a black mask covering his head down to the tip of his nose, fighting the other guy with a knife.

Of course, he won, but got stabbed at his side. You tried to scream or call 911, but your sorrow drowned your intention. Your hands started to shake as you zoned out into the view. You seemed to can’t do anything, your breathing uneven and Matt noticed.

Matt climbed the fire escape faster than your brain could comprehend. Your eyes widened at his closeness and you covered your mouth with your trembling hands, either tried to stop your scream or your vomit. You didn’t remember which one.

Soft spoken words and comfort touches steadied your hearing, heartbeat, and shaking body. You didn’t know how, but you ended up in the bathroom with him, stitching and cleaning him up from the mess you saw. And it became a habit for both of you. He fought the bad guy while you stitched him up. A full circle of motion.

Tonight wasn't different from the other nights. He was exactly right outside your apartment window, getting wet as the rain grew heavy by each second. You blew the smoke onto the bedroom and threw out the cigarette down to the ashtray, leaving it to die on its own.

Matt waited until the window of your apartment slid to the side and you let him in. The smell that infiltrated Matt’s nose hit him hard. Nothing bad, but something he liked. Though he wouldn’t admit it to you.

“So, who is it this time?” You asked as you moved your hand down to Matt’s hand and held it, guiding him to your bathroom.

“Just some random guys,” Matt said, tangling your hand firmly in his. Wanting to feel the smooth surface of your hand against his roughness. Needing the calmness of your presence against his thundering heart. “Nothing bad.”

“With you? I doubt that.” You let go of his hand as both of you inside the bathroom, but his fingers lingered a little bit just before you let it go completely.

He leaned his tired body onto the sink under the mirror, steadying his breathing. You saw his back reflected in the mirror, wet by rain (and presumably by blood too,) as you reached for a med kit beside the mirror.

“Where is it?” You asked, putting the med kit on the sink.

“My body, littered with cuts and bruises,” he mumbled, spreading the tear on his black long sleeve shirt open. You didn’t realize it’d been cut by the bad guy. Definitely blood that stuck to his shirt, you thought. The blood stuck to the tear of his shirt and kept it sealed as it seemed like the shirt hadn’t been cut.

“Okay,” you grabbed the scissors and started to cut his shirt open. “The shirt already ruined, might as well throw it away,” you told him, but what you didn’t tell him was that you didn’t want the chance for his mask to fall when he took off his shirt. “I’ll give you mine when I’m done.”

He nodded and mumbled an ‘okay’ while you cut open the shirt from the base up to his neck line. True to what he said, his body was littered with many lines of blood and punches that left him with bruises. It was disgusting and beautiful at the same time.

You pulled his shirt from his shoulders down to his arms. As you pulled away the shirt slowly, he could feel your thumbs brushing his arms along the way. His breath came hoarse as he felt your touch against his skin. It was devastating yet heavenly. Having heightened senses had its ups and downs, but this time he wouldn’t complain about it. All he could think about was you right now.

You throw away the bloodied shirt to the trash and started to wipe everything slowly. He jerked his body back to the sink and you put your other hand on his hip. “Sorry,” you mumbled, still looking at the cuts. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

…

It seemed like hours, but it was barely a minute or two. You’d done cleaning him up on his body and you started your way to his face. His neck was bloody, but no cut. So, you just wiped it down and he was clean as new.

You glanced up to his face, still covered with his black mask. You observed his lower face and found: blood and bruises on his both commissures, and a diagonal cut on his lower lip.

“This might sting a little bit,” you whispered as you brush the cut on his lip with your thumb.

He swore he could die just by your touch right now.

You dabbed his cuts gently, worried if you dabbed it too fast or hard, it might hurt him more.

After cleaning his lower face for about a minute, you took a step back and looked at your handiwork. Nice, you thought. You cleaned up all the mess you made as you said to him, “Sit still, let me get you another clean shirt—”

Words died at your tongue as Matt’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. He mumbled something when all you could think was his hand on your wrist.

“I’m sorry?” You said, didn’t catch a single thing he just said.

“There’s more,” Matt said, clearing his throat. “The cuts I mean.”

You knew what he meant. But you didn’t believe that he’d let you see his face. “Are ... are you sure?”

Instead of answering you, Matt guided both of your hands up to either side of face, cupping his ears.

You hooked your thumb underneath his mask and pulled it upward, letting his soft hair (and, again, cuts and bruises) out under the soft light of your bathroom. Your hands were steady, but deep inside you could feel every bone and muscle shaking uncontrollably. (You hoped Matt couldn’t hear it, but you were literally face to face with a vigilante with super hearing. He wouldn’t miss a thing about every inch of your body.)

His brown eyes stared just under your face. He looked so innocent behind his mask. Like a kid afraid of the dark.

After you get to know his features, you tried to figure out why he wouldn’t look at you. Did he regret that you knew his face now? His identity? But then you remembered that he was blind. You cursed yourself for it.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, and somehow you could feel anxiety and disappointment etched to his question.

“God, no.” You said quickly, hands running up to cup his jaw, brushing away crusted blood, that you forgot to wipe, out of his face. “Sorry,” you muttered. Too busy staring at you, you thought to yourself.

He sighed in relief. His breathing evened out, but he noticed that your heartbeat still thundered all the way to your bones.

“You do know that I can hear your heartbeat, right?” He smirked.

You were seriously thinking about smacking Matt in his face. “I hate you; you know that?”

“Nah,” he smirked. “You love me.”

You knew he tried to joke around, but you decided to leap into it. You were done with the game that both of you played. Tired of this endless cycle. You wanted to break the boundaries that seemed to hold you back from him.

Feeling bold, you brushed his lower lip with your thumb, making him stunned to speak. “I do, Murdock,” you stroked his hair to the side. “I’m tired of staying this way because I love you.”

“Y/N—” his eyes moved up a bit, somehow catching yours. Shook and adoration behind those brown eyes made your heart crumble. He was a normal boy who lived in Hell’s Kitchen, but the world wasn’t kind to him. He took matters into his own hands as Daredevil.

You took his hand in yours, brushing the bruises on his knuckles. You hoped it would soothe him down somehow, but you knew he’d always be acquainted with pain. You wanted to be closer to him, so he’d know comfort in your presence.

“You’re fucking beautiful, do you know that?” You chuckled, voice breaking from the emotions that explode inside you right now.

He didn’t say a word, but you could see that his eyes started to water on its own. His chest raised and fell slowly. And he smiled the way you like it, “yeah?”

“Despite every blood, cuts, or even bruises that you must endure on your body, you’re still beautiful to me. And I hope you’ll find comfort in me, Matt. Because I care for you: body and soul.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled your body to his. The way his chest moved against yours made you alive. He moved his hand from your waist up to your lower back, feeling the curve of your body against his hands. His head moved closer to you; he rested his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he rubbed the tip of his nose to yours as he inched closer with his lips. “Can I—”

“Yes,” you kissed him slowly and steadily. The way his lips moved against yours tasted like paradise. His soft lips stayed on yours as you said, “you fucking can, Murdock.”

He pecked your lips one more time and rested his head on the crevice of your neck. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

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A/N: This story took me ages to finish, but thank God I finished it now. I hope the ending satisfy y’all and I hope you enjoy the overall of this story. 🙌🏻💕🙌🏻💕🙌🏻💕.

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