Bekka@Chaos

to link a favourite fic of yours that you've posted along with one of your favourite quotes from it. And then do the same with a WIP you're working on (if you're working on one) 😉

tagged by the lovely @fanficmanic @cathcer1984 Thank you!

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) | 3.2k | T

this one is so special to me and I think about its (only written in my head) sequel often

He wants to tell Buck to leave. He means to. What comes out instead is, “You always were a stubborn pain in the ass,” making them both huff out a nervous chuckle. “So, is that yes?” Buck asks, a hopeful lilt to his voice.  Part of Eddie knows it’s useless to fight the pieces of himself that can never say no to him. He’s still hurt, the old wound raw and tender now that it’s been ripped open again. But he’s tired, too. Tired of guessing at why Buck walked away. It may be the only chance he has to get some closure. Something he knows better than anyone isn't always guaranteed.

and from the Reaper!Eddie WIP (it's not particularly amazing or anything but Eddie and his Twizzlers make laugh)

They continue talking among each other as if it’s an ordinary day. Bosko is going to her niece’s dance recital this weekend. Alvarez is thinking about asking out the new ER nurse. Coleson’s wife might be pregnant again and they really can't afford this right now. He might have to pick up more shifts. “What- what the fuck?” “Seriously, in this economy? Insane,” a new voice comments, startling Buck half to- maybe death isn't a great choice of words right now. When he turns to see who's intruding, it’s the sassy guy from before, taking a large bite of a Twizzlers rope.

"If your cast had superpowers, what would they be?" x

"Heyyyyyy dad you're home early, it- uh- it's not what it looks like?" "It looks like someone's getting mauled" "Well I like to think the mauling's mutual-aaand he's covering his eyes, uh, stellar choice there, really 10/10 the judges are going wild-" "I'm going to Melissa's. Breakfast in the morning, both of you." "see I told you he wouldn't mind, now calm down and put those headlights away already"

1.5 years of sterek brainrot and I've somehow never drawn derek with red eyes nor the classic trope of the sheriff walking in on them? for shame, mel.

Any story featuring feral derek or him getting a little lost in his instincts are so important to me - this man who never gets to keep anything good in his life digging his claws into stiles and saying no, this one is mine, you can't have him - you see the vision 💭💭

a closeup as well as the lines under the cut, bc i quite like them on their own too:

Like, on any given roadie the people sharing walls with the Hollanovs can expect to overhear:

- One side of phone calls between Shane and his mother where every third word is FUCK and Shane's voice gets higher the more he works himself up about whatever league drama is pissing him off that week

- Ilya yelling in Russian (Non sex reasons) (He and Svetlana are talking about Matheson in Colorado. Again.)

- Ilya gets hay fever real bad in Seattle and spends an entire night sneezing at EAR SPLITTING volume, each sneeze followed by a, "AHH!" from Shane as he is startled awake. Again.

- The Christmas wish lists of every Pike child and how they're going to be divvy'd up for the year. This conversation takes place in September.

- "I'm telling you, the penalty kill could be a work of fucking art if Haas--oh fuck, right there, don't stop--"

- As stated before, an objectively obnoxious amount of showering is happening. At one point LaPointe turns to Bood and says something to the effect of, "Crazy that Hollander takes TWO showers after every game, I guess he really is superstitious," and Bood just. Chooses not to engage.

- A thunderous and almighty BANG. This is the sound of Ilya's suitcase hitting the floor after it inevitably slides off the bed.

- "Shaaaaane, look at the livestream from the dog hotel--look at how cute! She is so sleepy, she's holding her banana like a baaaaby--"

- Vin Diesel's voice, unimaginably loud, at one AM

- Russian Yelling (Non sex reasons) (Sasha did something stupid)

- "Unh unh unh UNH UNH UNH--" (Squeak. Squeak.)

- Celtics game. Twenty minutes beforehand: "Fuck, Shane, how do I get ESPN on the stupid--Roku stick thing--"

- "Okay, look, your dad played the word veer--is not real word, right? Like, deer with a V? It's real? Shane, we can't let your dad win--no, it's not cheating, he gets Yuna's help--"

- Stuff about Rose Landry's upcoming film that they should probably all sign NDAs for even thinking about.

- Russian Yelling (Sex reasons. Probably. It sounds...ardent.)

- One time, for an entire night, silence. The day immediately preceeding this night and the morning immediately after are best left unspoken about.

- The sound of Shane's fuckass electric toothbrush for WAY too long. Seriously man it cannot be healthy to brush your teeth for that lo--oh. Got it. Okay. Where are my earbuds.

- "I mean, it's not like I'm sixteen anymore, right? It's just that sometimes I think she looks at me and sees a fucking kid still, and I get it, I get it--and fuck, babe, I know it's not fair to feel this way, she's the only mom I'll ever have, and you don't even--ugh--"

- "I'm so terribly sorry the hotel misplaced your bags, Mister Rozanov. If there's any way that we can...make it up to you..." [Giggle. Kissing sound. Kissing sound. Moan.]

tagged by @soupfic @cathcer1984 with some fascinating words you should check out. thank you beloveds 🫶

Eddie Diaz: Yes.

The name itself wasn’t a surprise, Maddie enthusiastically told him she was inviting Eddie and Chris.

Seeing his best friend in person should have excited him. Instead, he landed somewhere between hollow and anxious, pasting on a smile for his big sister.

Last spring, after Chim gave his rousing firehouse speech, he really thought there was hope. Eddie stood taller, looking just as inspired as the rest of them. Like he couldn’t wait for an opportunity to whip out his phone and tell El Paso ‘thanks, but no thanks’. Turns out Eddie did call the captain–his captain. He explained the disastrous situation with the building collapse and was granted an additional forty-eight hours.

Within twenty-four, Eddie was on a plane out of LAX.

It's a good day to fight Helena Diaz. Have some presumed deaddie. We knew I had to include The Will:

“Isn't there some… some third party he could stay with in the meantime?” Helena asks with a frantic wave of her hand. “Foster care?” Buck stares at her in disbelief. The remaining piece of his heart begins to crack, fissures and chasms weaving through the muscle at the very idea of Chris being taken from him. And placed in the care of some stranger. Eddie believed no one would fight for Christopher as hard as Buck. And he was right.

“I just think it would be best until we determine Eddie wrote this under some kind of duress, or- or something,” she rants. “No.” Buck doesn't raise his voice. Doesn't rise to the desperation seeping through Helena's facade. “Excuse me?” Helena balks. “No,” Buck says again. “This is what Eddie wanted. I am what Eddie wanted; for both of them.” “But why wouldn't he–” She cuts herself off as she looks at Ramon, who's nowhere near as puzzled, much less outraged. “I'm sure he had his reasons,” Ramon says calmly. “Christopher loves Buck.” “He loves us,” Helena persists, turning back to Mr. Ramirez. “He was already living with us before all this.” Mr. Ramirez shrugs, helpless. “You took him from Eddie,” Buck snips. “He hasn't lived with you in months.”

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