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Finally started to watch 9-1-1 and have become obsessed.

Kinda late to the party? lolll

Anyway, please enjoy this little Buddie thingy ❤️

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Season/Series 03, Post-Episode: s03e15 Eddie Begins, Episode: s03e18 What's Next? (9-1-1 TV), Love Confessions, First Kiss, Soft, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Mentioned Abby Clark, Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, so many feelings, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, POV Evan "Buck" Buckley, Worried Eddie Diaz, Worried Evan "Buck" Buckley

Word Count: 1224

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Buck hesitates for one second before sitting on the couch beside Eddie. His best friend is holding a beer can, his eyes fixed on the blank wall. Buck peeks at Eddie, and the other man seems unaware of his presence as he continues to be immersed in whatever things he is brooding about right now.

Eddie has been acting weirdly for one or two days, and Buck worries about him. Earlier today, at May’s graduation party, Eddie laughed and made faces when taking photos, just like others. Still, Buck couldn’t help but notice how his shoulders tensed or his smiles were somehow strained. He knows the man too well, and any abnormal details in Eddie’s expression are as obvious as stars on a clear night. It has become Buck’s instinct to observe, categorize, and treasure each version of Eddie.

Right now, Buck knows that something must have gone wrong.

“Hey.”

Eddie startles and glances at him.

“Sorry. Didn’t notice you.”

Buck shakes his head to dismiss the other’s apology.

“No problem, man.” He pauses and then goes on in a soft voice. “Christopher will be fine, you know.”

Eddie sips the beer and keeps his eyes forward. Buck gazes at his profile, taking in Eddie’s long eyelashes and full lips.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You can Facetime him if you worry about the kid. I know it will be hard not to see him for two weeks, but everything will….”

“Buck.”

Buck shuts up immediately. He watches Eddie set down the beer can and turns around to face him. The pair of brown eyes stare at him intensively, and Buck swallows, feeling his heartbeat quicken. It always happens when he gets Eddie’s full attention.

“I am not worried about Chris. I mean, I miss him, but I know he is surrounded by friends.”

“Then…” Buck frowns in confusion. “Are you feeling unwell? Are you hurt?” It’s only been two weeks since the well accident (and the mere thought of it scares Buck even now), so it’s pretty possible that Eddie still suffers from the injuries.

“Buck, has it ever occurred to you that I may be worried about you?”

It hasn’t.

Buck gapes at his friend, who must have seen something in his reaction because Eddie’s lips curl into a smile, fond but wistful.

“I…”

“You climbed outside of an insecure train yesterday, Buck.” Only now has Buck noticed how hard Eddie has been clenching his fists. “Anything could have happened. The bus could have toppled over, and the line could have broken. And you know what’s the worst part?” Eddie laughs, but it’s so bitter and hollow that Buck can only stare at him instead of saying anything. “I couldn’t even talk you out of it.”

Eddie stops to take a shuddering breath, and his eyes are red. “I mean, how could I? That’s Abby, the woman you haven’t quite got over.”

“Eddie, I…”

“Stop. Don’t lie to me, Buck.” Eddie’s eyes have so many emotions, and Buck can’t identify them all. “Honestly? I thought I was angry with your reckless move. But it turns out that I was just jealous as hell.”

Buck’s heart is hammering against his chest and threatening to break away.

“You are drunk, Eddie.”

“Am I?” Eddie shakes his head slightly. “Maybe. But I am sad, Buck. No, not only with the whole Abby thing. What makes me sad is….” He shifts closer to Buck, and their thighs are now pressing together. Buck’s brain suddenly short-circuits at the warmth. “You will do the same thing, even if that’s not Abby’s fiancé, even if it’s just a stranger. It’s just who you are, the self-sacrificing idiot. My best friend. The man I lo….”

Eddie’s brain seems to finally catch up because he cuts himself short and looks away abruptly.

Buck feels that he is going to explode in the next second.

“You cut the rope.” His voice is hoarse beyond recognition.

Eddie still refuses to look at Buck.

“You cut the damn rope, Eddie. I was pulling you out, and when the weight disappeared, when I saw the rope, I….” Buck bites his lip hard to keep the tears from falling down. He tentatively reaches out to take Eddie’s shaking hand into his own, bracing himself for the rejection. But Eddie just intertwines their fingers.

“I couldn’t breathe,” Buck whispers, trying his best not to shiver. “I couldn’t think straight. When the lighting hit the crane, it - it almost felt like the end of the fucking world. Like my soul had just died. I…” He sniffs and sees that Eddie has met his eyes.

Buck is crying right now, he knows, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about it.

A hand on his cheek, and Eddie is wiping away his tears with his thumb. Despite all the callousness, his hand is soft and warm, and Buck leans into the touch.

“I tried to find you, Eddie. I tried to dig with my bare hands. All I could think was that you were down there, all alone, and I hadn’t had the chance to tell you that I lo….”

Eddie kisses him.

Buck gasps into Eddie’s mouth and grasps his collar to bring the other man impossibly closer. He shuts his eyes.

It tastes like beer and salt. It’s desperate and rough. It’s sweet and soft. It’s perfect.

“Eddie, Eddie, need, I, please, need you—” He knows he is making some miserable sounds, but he doesn’t care. One of Eddie’s hands finds its way into Buck’s hair, and the other wanders on his back.

Eddie is everywhere, and Buck has never been better,

“Buck, oh my god, Buck….”

Buck doesn’t want this to end, but he needs to breathe. So he pulls away just a bit and keeps their foreheads together.

Both firefighters are panting heavily. Buck opens his eyes and sneaks a look at Eddie, thrilled at his disheveled appearance.

I did this, he thinks proudly. I made Eddie look like this.

“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time.”

The quiet confession makes Buck’s heart ache. He raises a hand to caress Eddie’s lower lip and gasps when the other ducks his head to kiss Buck’s wrist softly.

“I talked to Abby today.” He blurts out.

Eddie’s grin falters. He begins to pull away, and Buck hastily holds his arms.

“No, no, Eddie, listen to me, please. I talked to her and finally came to terms with many things. Like how I have been too obsessed with the past. How I have used Abby as an excuse to deny my feelings. How I hid behind that excuse so I didn’t have to face reality.”

“What reality?” Eddie whispers.

“That I have fallen in love with you.”

“Buck…”

“I love you, Eddie. I love you so much that it almost hurts. I - I think about you all the time, Eddie, about holding and kissing you. You have no idea.”

“I may have one or two, actually.”

Eddie’s eyes look like warm honey. He is smiling at Buck in his usual soft way, but now Buck can see the pure love behind it.

He buries his face in the curve of Eddie’s neck and grins like an idiot when the other holds him in a tight embrace.

“I love you.” He hears Eddie whisper.

Yeah, everything is perfect.

#buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #911 #buddie fanfic #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 s3 #911 on fox

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick, Rooster/Hangman, Carole/Goose

Rating: T

Word Count: 3015

Completed: No

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Pining, Ice's funeral mentioned, Goose's death mentioned, but everyone will live, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Cigarettes, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Basically Bradley goes back to 1986 and fixes many things

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Maverick tries his best to suppress a yawn and fails miserably. Yeah, he is in the Navy. But who says that every pilot is an early bird? Getting up before seven is always torture. And waking up fifteen minutes earlier only to pick up that lad who is now staring at Goose with wide watery eyes? Definitely not worth it.

Even worse, he can’t even fly until the afternoon. A theoretical demonstration by a civil instructor, as he has heard from the gossip between Hollywood and Wolfman. Sounds like shit already.

Maverick never sees the point, as there is abso-fucking-lutely nothing “theoretical” about flying a jet. You climb in, caress the panel and the handle; you whisper, ‘You got it, Mav’; you exchange quips with Goose, then you fly. It’s almost instinctive, and he doesn’t need to know how the countless gears mesh with each other or why air flows on the surface in this specific way. The jet is just the mechanical part of himself, an extension of his heart and soul.

And the civil instructor is certainly a boring nerd who wears presbyopic glasses and knows nothing other than useless jargon. A total waste of time if you ask him.

They should be allowed to fly from day one, Maverick thinks as he watches Goose speak softly to Rooster (“No, it’s OK Rooster, really. You don’t need to apologize for calling me dad again. I know you were still half awake.”). Then he can make that Iceman shut his stupid mouth. The better pilot? His ass. As soon as Iceman sees Maverick fly he will regret all that prodding, like the pen-spinning to show off his Annapolis ring or the provocation at the O’Club that made Maverick’s heart race with anger. God, just the thought of the other’s twinkling blue eyes increases Mav’s pulse. He hates the blonde idiot like that.

Speaking of blonde… Maverick adds a new accusation against Rooster in his heart. Such a golden opportunity last night, and he had to ruin it with his sudden appearance and weird behavior. That girl is totally his type - gorgeous blonde hair, bright blue eyes, calm temperament, slightly older and probably more mature than him, and a sharp smile. He was this close to the microphone, and he is pretty sure that once he starts to sing, no one will resist his charm. Now it all crashed and burnt because of Rooster’s stupid ass.

Will he meet the girl again? He will curse Rooster forever if he fails to do so, no matter whatever sad backstories that brunette has.

The said brunette is now lingering at the front door of the motel room and refuses to leave. Seriously, what is his problem?

“Rooster?” Maverick asks, glancing at Goose, who shrugs confusedly. “Come on. Viper said yesterday that whoever is late must do one hundred push-ups, and we still need to grab breakfast.”

Rooster turns around to stare at him, something akin to panic in his eyes.

“Viper?”

“Commander Metcalf. I thought you knew that he is our instructor…?”

Rooster takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly. When he looks at Mav again he is obviously calmer, if not a bit forced. “Yeah, of course. Still getting used to the fact that we will be flying against such a big name.”

He is so weird, Maverick decides.

They are at that small place across the road, and Rooster keeps peeking at Goose when the other is chewing his shredded pork and beans burrito.

“So, um, Goose? You like beans?”

Goose turns slowly to face Rooster, his half-eaten burrito held in hand.

“... Yeah?”

“Like, all kinds of beans? Black beans? Pinto? Do you like them steamed? Baked? Or…”

Goose’s confusion is so evident that it almost makes the whole thing more hilarious. “Well, I… I prefer black beans. And, well, steamed and baked both sound great, I guess…?”

“You like burritos in general? Cuz I remember… I mean, I saw you order that without looking at their menu.”

Goose raises his hand, probably to scratch his head, and then seems to remember the burrito. Maverick catches his eyes and raises an eyebrow, signaling dude, I have absolutely no idea what is happening either, and not gonna help you; you deal with this curious burrito addict by yourself at the same time.

“Burritos are not bad. But honestly, nothing can hold a candle to cookies made by my wife. You should try it sometimes, Rooster. I still have some with me at the base.”

An apparent attempt to change the topic and lighten the mood. But Rooster turns away to rub at his eyes, and when he speaks again, there is a tremor in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks.”

So. Fucking. Weird.

As they walk into the base, Maverick murmurs to Goose when Rooster’s attention is caught by the line of F-14s shining under the morning sun.

“He is not a spy or something, is he? Cuz we will be in deep shit if he is, and that’s too much trouble, even for us.”

“I don’t suppose so.” Goose stares at Rooster’s figure. “He only asks questions about some food anyway. Unless the enemy is developing burrito missiles.” He chuckles at his own joke.

Only the first line of seats is available when they enter the classroom. Maverick swaggers along the aisle to the front, feeling everyone’s gaze on him, especially the one from a specific blonde.

Ready to get your ass kicked? He doesn’t say that aloud, and Goose should be proud of him.

Bradley hesitates for a second, then sits on the other side of the aisle. He recognizes all the young faces in the classroom instantly.

Wolfman, wearing his cowboy hat and whispering in Hollywood’s ear (They showed up at the door of the motel room where Bradley was staying when he had refused to pick up Mav’s countless calls, and Bradley slammed the door at them so hard that he sprained his wrist. Much later, he learned from the headlines that they stayed in the Navy and got married on the same day when DADT was repealed).

Chipper and Sundown, reading some manuals (Bradley heard from some of his Top Gun classmates that they became commercial pilots after ten years in the Navy and remained best friends).

Slider, pulling down his aviators a bit to gaze at them (He has become another family member as well as Bradley’s secret informant of the update on Mav and Ice throughout the years). And, of course, Iceman, who is facing forward and also wearing the aviators, his expression perfectly neutral (Mav saluted to Ice’s picture, his eyes bright with unshed tears).

His dad is laughing at some of Mav’s witty remarks, and there are small wrinkles around his eyes. Under the morning sunbeam Goose’s eyes look like warm honey. A shade lighter than his own, and Bradley adds this precious detail to his list. Photos back then really did a lousy job at reflecting colors, faded or not.

He feels dizzy, like someone caught in a whirlpool. The tides of time are washing through him with such forces that he almost forgets everything else for a second.

Almost.

Right.

Viper will be here soon, and Bradley doesn’t think he can easily talk his way out of this one. He knows Viper, and to fool that cautious officer is much more difficult.

Can one get a dishonorable discharge in a dream or…? Bradley thinks as he stares at the F-14s. Or this is not a dream, and he somehow gets back in time.

God, he is starting to slide into madness, isn’t he?

“Gentlemen.”

Everyone stops talking at once as Viper walks to the front. He turns around, and his piercing eyes immediately land on Bradley, who tries hard not to fidget in front of his loving but stern grandpa.

Don’t think; just do.

Viper opens his mouth, but Bradley beats him to it.

“Sir. I am wondering whether I can have a word with you.”

The Commander gazes at him for a while, and every second seems like a year. Bradley holds eye contact and prays that he can convey all the desperation to convince Viper.

He doesn’t know how, but by some miracle, it works.

“OK. Jester, Charlie, please take over for now.”

Bradley follows Viper to the door, brushing past Jester and Charlie. He hears Mav murmur to Goose and steals a final glance at the relieved face of his godfather.

Viper closes the door and gestures to Bradley to take a seat. He then sits down behind the desk and stares at Bradley without a word. A way to wear him down.

“Sir.”

“You’d better have a damn good explanation, or you know the consequence.”

Bradley’s memory of the day when his dad died has become very vague. However, he still remembers how Viper kneeled before him and promised to support them as much as possible. The old man has kept his promise. He has loved Mav as his son and Bradley as a grandchild.

He will understand, and honestly, Bradley doesn’t know how to explain his sudden appearance other than telling the truth.

“I do have, sir. It’s just… It may sound a bit crazy.”

Viper raises one eyebrow.

“Believe me, young man. I have seen enough crazy shit, and your story won’t surprise me.”

Wanna bet?

“Well, I am Bradley Bradshaw, Lieutenant Bradshaw’s son. And I, um… I come from the future.”

Bradley would find Viper’s expression quite amusing if his stomach weren’t twisted with extreme anxiety now.

“I beg your pardon?”

“The year 2022, to be specific. I was sent by the Navy on a mission, and Maverick was the team leader. He tried to save me from a missile and got shot down. Then I got shot down because I wanted to save him. The next thing I know, I was lying on a club’s ground in the 80s and….”

“Please stop.”

OK, now Viper looks furious. Even though Bradley has spent hundreds of weekends with Viper’s family and knows the old man is a big softie behind that austere mask, he barely manages to stay composed.

“I didn’t expect that you had regarded it as a joke.”

“It’s true! You have to believe me, grand… I mean, sir. I thought it was a dream, but it all seems so real, and it continued even after I woke up this morning.”

Viper reaches out for the phone on the desk ( God, that looks so old ), probably to call someone to drag Bradley away and sentence him to death. Bradley begins to sweat and blurts out the first things that come to his mind.

“No, no! Please, sir, I… I know about Duke Mitchell.”

Viper stills. Bradley inhales and continues.

“I know you flew with him before, VF-51, the Oriskany. And in the Vietnam War, his jet was hit, and he could’ve made it back. But he stayed and saved three planes.”

Viper narrows his eyes and slowly withdraws his hand.

“This is top secret. May I ask how you get to know it?”

“ Bradley? You OK?”

Mav set the cup of iced chocolate milk on the desk before him. Bradley wanted to tell him to stop doing that - he would be 15 next month, and he was no longer a child.

“Fine.”

“You are moping, buddy.”

“’m not.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“What’s the point?”

“Pardon?”

“My dad. He died because of a training accident. What’s the point?”

Maverick tensed. He took a deep breath and tentatively raised a hand to touch Bradley’s shoulder.

“Bradley.”

“It’s just… He didn’t even go to war and was not a hero.”

Maverick was silent for a long time. Bradley stared at the drops of water around the glass cup.

“My dad, his name was Duke Mitchell, a Navy pilot too, and he went to the Vietnam War.”

Bradley turned to look at Mav with wide eyes. His godfather had never discussed his family, and Bradley almost forgot that Mav was technically not a Bradshaw.

“He flew with Viper once for VF-51, the Oriskany. During the war, his jet was hit, but he didn’t return to the base. He stayed and saved three planes before going down.”

“See, that’s what I mean! Your dad is a hero, and….”

“Let me finish, Bradley. That war happened over the wrong line, so the Pentagon covered it up and never told us. I grew up thinking my dad was a traitor or something until Viper told me the truth. My point is wars aren’t always noble and glorious, Bradley. Actually, if you go and ask Ice, he will tell you that they seldom are. Dying in a war is not something that you should dream of. It should be something that you try your damn best to avoid.”

“But…”

“I know many will tell you otherwise. But don’t you listen to them, Bradley. Going to war is far less important than going back home afterward.”

Bradley slowly nodded.

“And also remember this: Goose is a hero. The Navy improved the ejection system after our accident, saving hundreds. And… he had saved me. So many times. If that doesn’t count as a hero, I don’t know what does.”

“I miss him.”

Maverick moved closer to hug him tightly.

“I miss him too, kid.”

Bradley was too focused on steadying his breath to notice the trembles in Mav’s shoulders or how Mav bit his lips so hard that he must have drawn blood.

“Maverick told me that, sir.”

“That’s bullshit.” Viper shoots a disapproving look at him. “That lad himself has no idea about all this.”

“He told me ten years from now. And I also know about you, sir. I know you and your wife have two sons, Lucas and Robert, and a daughter, Jamie, and all of them are cat lovers. The second Saturday of each month is your family day, and you will have dinner together no matter what. I also know….”

“Wait. How do you… Who sent you? You have been stalking my family or what?”

There is now anger and a trace of fear in Viper’s voice, and Bradley doesn’t blame him. The whole thing is so bizarre.

“You are like a grandpa to me, sir. And I have spent a lot of time with your family.”

Viper pins him with his intense stare, searching for abnormal signs on Bradley’s face.

“Why would you spend time with my family and me?”

“Because…” Bradley clenches his fist hard. “Because my dad died. He died in a training accident here, at Top Gun, this year. He hit the canopy when ejecting. And my mom had been in a bad state ever since. She died when I was sixteen. Maverick literally adopted me.”

Viper is still looking at him, his face totally unreadable.

“Please, Grandpa. Please. You can’t send me away. I have to do something now that I am here. I can’t watch him die again. Please.”

The old man stands up and walks to the window. Through it, Bradley can see the hall where others are now listening to Charlie’s lesson. He can hear vaguely that Maverick is bragging about his encounter with the MiGs. Ice apparently makes some unimpressed remarks because Goose turns around immediately, his face indignant and defensive. Young and alive.

“Have you thought about the consequences? What will you change, for example?”

Back to the Future came out last year, his useless brain suggests.

“I… I have, actually. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Honestly, I have no idea what will be changed and what will not. Maybe my presence here has already changed a hell lot of things. And I don’t know whether I can return to my time.” I don’t know what is happening there. Will Mav be safe? Will Hangman come to him? He will. At first glance, the man may seem like an asshole, but he cares for others. Will.. will he think of Bradley when they make their way back? Will Jake mourn for him? “I just… I want to try. Even if I fail. I want to try.”

Viper is staring at the young pilots, now laughing loudly at some antics of Mav and Goose.

“All right.” He murmurs. “All right, I will help you.”

Bradley can’t believe what he has heard.

“Sir?...”

“Your identity?”

“What?”

“Your fake identity. You haven’t told them who you really are, have you?”

Bradley blinks once. Twice.

“No. I said I am an intern here.”

“Your call sign?”

“Rooster.”

“That’s your true one, isn’t it.”

“Yes, how do you….”

“The same family as Goose.” Viper turns around to face him, a smile dancing around the corner of his mouth. “And your alias?”

“It’s, um, Jake. Jake Bradshaw.”

“Jake. You made that up?”

“No, it’s….” Bradley really hopes that Viper could look somewhere else. “It’s the name of a… friend. We attended Top Gun together, and he was the standby pilot of our mission.”

“A friend, huh?”

Bradley suddenly feels ill at ease. He coughs and desperately wants to change the subject.

“So, um, what should I do from now on, sir?”

“You just…” Viper walks past him to open the door. “Intern.”

He is pretty sure that the old man winks at him.

“Charlie, sorry that I have to interrupt you for a second. Gentleman, meet Jake Bradshaw, Second Lieutenant, call sign Rooster. He is an intern at Top Gun. Mav and Goose, you will be his mentors from now on.”

“God, I feel sorry for the kid.” Slider whispers to Ice (in a pretty loud voice), who just snorts.

“Hey, you shut up!” Goose stands up and walks to stand beside Bradley, draping an arm around his shoulder. “We will teach Rooster a hell of a lot of great things. Right, Mav?”

“Damn right. This Rooster here will blow you all away.”

Bradley is grateful that everyone is looking at Goose and Mav, or he will not be able to explain why his eyes suddenly water.

#icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #hangster #rooster x hangman #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #mike viper metcalf #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #top gun fanfiction #where past and future are gathered

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"What are we, Ice? Boyfriends? Too juvenile. Friends who fuck? True, but there's so much more than that. Lovers? Also true, just not special enough. Husbands? Sounds illegal, at least for now. So what are we?"

"Wingmen, Mav. We are wingmen."

#wingmen is such a romantic word #icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #top gun headcanons

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And I want paid leave every two months.

i think the average work schedule should be one hour

#my nonsense

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Three facts about Ice and Mav:

Both of them are lovable and amazing as hell;

Both of them act like they know very well about Fact 1;

Both of them don't believe in Fact 1 deep down.

Therefore, falling love with each other is as easy as breathing, while realising that the other love them back is extremely difficult. That makes them the most adorable idiots in love and brings the delicious tension. That ignites the sweet pining and ensures profound feelings for the eventual love confession.

#thanks you for listening to my TED talk #icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #top gun headcanons

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BONUS:

Crossover → Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple solving cases together

David Suchet as Hercule Poirot, Julia McKenzie as Jane Marple

Agatha Christie’s Poirot (1989 - 2013) | Agatha Christie’s Marple (2004 - 2013)

#awwww #agatha christie's poirot #agatha christie's marple #agatha christie

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Hercule Poirot vs. the countryside

Look at it, Hastings. Not a building in sight. Not a restaurant, not a theatre, not an art gallery. A wasteland. AGATHA CHRISTIE’S POIROT (1989-2013)

#hercule poirot #agatha christie's poirot #agatha christie

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

tagged by @pollyna (thank you so much for tagging me love!!)

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Here we go----

Hangman's Good Plan (complete, Top Gun, icemav, hangster)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin never feels nervous. No, negative, not in a million years. So when he stands out of the office of Admiral Kazansky - the COMPACFLT - in his best suit, his forehead sweaty, he regards his crazy heartbeat as…positively wound up, yeah.

2. Icarus (complete, Top Gun, icemav)

Ice has known the story of Icarus since he was eight. He still remembers the day when his father told him the myth in his stern way.

3. The Black cat (complete, Top Gun, icemav)

After they moved in together, Maverick found a little stray black cat in their backyard and immediately decided to adopt it. Ice just rolled his eyes and said he had no interest in fluffy animals, refusing to pet its head when the cat rubbed against his leg.

4. Plans (complete, Top Gun, icemav)

Maverick never makes plans. He bases his judgment entirely on intuition. He didn't plan anything, excited at the randomness and freedom. He is flying both in the sky and on the ground.

5. Where Past and Future are Gathered (WIP, Top Gun, icemav, goosecarole, hangster)

Rooster leans forward on his chair and keeps his eyes firmly ahead. Cyclone is going on and on about tomorrow’s mission, some shit like patriotism or sacred duty, maybe. He lost concentration a long time ago but still fixes his gaze on the sturdy admiral, even when his mind is blurred by the tedious speech and meaningless lip movement.

6. Then I Open my eyes and see you (WIP, Top Gun, icemav, goosecarole)

“Wallpaper?”Pete Mitchell, endearingly called by his close friends (or friend, honestly, who is walking beside him right now) as “Maverick”, takes the cup of iced black coffee from Nick Bradshow, or “Goose”, co-founder of M+G Design Ltd.

7. 轮廓 (complete, Top Gun, icemav, Chinese)

Iceman非常讨厌派对和聚会，特别是那些需要他和上级们社交的活动——他很不情愿。虽然，他是个年轻的雄心勃勃、前途无量的海军中校，但他还是憎恨这些互动。

8. Moonlight, Sunshine, and Baby you are Mine (WIP, Top Gun, Brooklyn-Nine-Nine, icemav, peraltiago, background goosecarole)

“Room 99, 99…” Pete Mitchell - or, as he prefers, Maverick - walks down the hallway, murmuring to himself, his blue rucksack hanging off one shoulder. He peeks at the door beside him and shakes his head. “Come on, Goose. We are not there yet.”

9. Be my Love in the Rain (complete, Top Gun, icemav, goosecarole)

It was raining outside. Or, more accurately, it was raining buckets, and the said buckets had the same capacity as the Amazon. Ice glanced at his watch again, surprised that it had only been five minutes since he last checked the time - feeling like a century already. The world was blurred and hazy out of the windshield, all the objects blending together like watercolours.

10. Season of joy, Season of Love (WIP, Lord of the Ring, Faramir/Eowyn)

My dearest Faramir, Winter is approaching - I can feel it from the chill in the air and the water. This morning I woke up and found my feet freezing. I have to ask Holdwyn to add logs in the fireplace - can you believe it, my dear? I never feared coldness before.

No pressure tag: @abliafina-18782 @derpinathebrave (and anyone who is interested!!! Sorry my brain has abandoned me and I can't even think properly right now...)

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