#kitkat0723

[firstdegreefangirl]

One Line, Any Fic

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @katries! And in the true spirit of overengineering things, I used a random number generator so I didn't have to pick the fics myself. Here goes, in no particular order!

The Great Christmas Glitter War of 2020 "You know it's your hoodie, right?" He settles for shouting down the hall as he carefully shakes his feet loose enough that he can step back over to the closet. He pulls another of Eddie's hoodies from its hanger and tosses it over to the bed, holding his breath that the throw doesn't fall short and land in the glitter pile. "Eddie! Eddie, this is yours, you know that right?"

One Good Time At A Time "I don't think I could tell you what a properly formed prefrontal cortex looks like, but I'm sure you've got one."

Skinned Knees and Booboo Kisses "Daddy's busy," Lucy tries again. "He's helping make the bad guys go away." "No!"

He's a Star AND an Angel He's a handsome boy, Tim has to admit. But he is not cute.

I've Got Some Oceanfront Property in Arizona And if Buck believes that Eddie would do that, then maybe he should look into buying a bridge on Jupiter.

5,578 Miles (to get back to you) Maybe he's less charming than he'd thought, and the discount was just because of the mysterious stains on the carpeting.

I Wanna Introduce You to my Kinfolk "We're off to a great start. My dad thinks this is a sex trip, and I still have to worry about making a good impression on your parents.

Scrambled Eggs at 1 a.m. All Tim wants is for Lucy to feel like she can make herself at home with him, take up space in his bed, fix something to eat when she's hungry.

The Weight of the World Gets Pretty Heavy "Hey, ain't never had a player who wasn't always welcome back on my teams. Well, except Alex Tiffens, back at Wichita State, but as long as you refrain from leaving a whoopee cushion full of dog doo-doo underneath my desk chair, you'll be fine, Jamie.

Ticket to LA Maybe in another lifetime it could have been Buck. If they'd have met sooner. Or later. Or not riding out a thunderstorm at JFK.

I'll tag @toews-a-peek, @wanna-be-bold, @ellitheria, @tawaifeddiediaz, and anyone else who wants to play along!

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Thumbtacks - Darby Allin x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

Tag: @blxxckheart @summertimefun1982

Words: 443

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Emery didn’t know what it was about Darby Allin that drew her in, but for some reason every match he had, she would find a monitor and watch.

He wasn’t a friend and they hadn’t talked much at all since All Elite had signed him. In fact, the only conversation they had was when he had scowled at her and called her the Elite’s favorite doll—and the only reason she got signed was because of how close she was with the VIPs.

That hurt her a bit if Emery had to be honest, but it didn’t sting to the bone. A part of her felt like maybe he was lashing out because he was afraid to get close to people. Or maybe he wasn’t sure how to make friends that easily.

Either way, after watching his most recent match, Emery found herself walking through the hallways looking for him. She was determined to get him to be civil—at the very least. It didn’t take long before she stumbled upon him, sitting on top of an equipment crate.

He was hunched over slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. Sweat was glistening on his back as blood slowly trickled down from the numerous thumbtacks he had lodged in his skin. Emery had cringed when she watched him get flung into the pile of tacks during his match.

Wordlessly, she walked up and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled at the sudden contact, but didn’t move when he felt her other hand start picking out the tacks. Darby straightened up slightly, keeping his eyes forward and not muttering a word for a while. He was grateful for the help but confused as to why she was doing it to begin with.

“Why are you doing this?” he eventually muttered, keeping his attention front-facing.

“Because I care about you, okay?”

“Why? I’ve been nothing but an ass to you,” Darby frowned before he rolled his shoulder, pulling it away from her hand, “Just leave me alone….”

Clenching her jaw in annoyance, Emery refused to back down as she put her hand back on his shoulder and returned to pulling out the tacks.

“Shut up and let me help you,” she told him, “Just face it, Darby, you’re stuck with me now—whether you want to be or not.”

To her surprise, he didn’t pull away from her again and had no other biting words to throw at her. As he sat there, letting her work, Darby was grateful that she couldn’t see the smirk hidden on his face.

Maybe she wasn’t too bad of a person after all.

[firstdegreefangirl]

@katries printing these out to hang up in the pit come october

Both found on the same street in Dublin, Ireland.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAATTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COWTOWN

[bisexualbuck]

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[cinematicnomad]

GIF request meme: most attractive male character from teen wolf for @kitkat0723 ↳ stiles stilinski

[icarusbuck]

i liked hell, i liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. the worst had happened. what else could hurt me?

[wilwheaton]

You've probably gotten this a million times but I saw this and thought of you :) hope you have an amazing weekend.

Bahahahaha!!!

[thisissirius]

66 angst/Fluff list.

i tried to post this last night and tumblr decided my blog was illegal so it’s your fault :P

anyway. have some softness and love :) (with angst because i am me, after all)

(un)certain [ao3 link] eddie/buck, getting together

Buck closes the door to his apartment and leans against it. 

There’s no sound from within and Buck hopes that means Albert’s out for the night. He’s not sure he can handle dealing with Veronica adjacent drama tonight. His plans hadn’t even included being home at all. He’s supposed to be at Eddie’s, watching movies with him and Chris, and then sleeping on the couch. 

That’s changed thanks to Buck’s big mouth. 

“Why me?”

Buck frowns. “What do you mean why you?”

Eddie glares, and Buck thinks the worst possible outcome is actually a reality. “Why me?”

The look on Eddie’s face is still bouncing around inside of his head. 

Now that he’s home, able to process their fight-and Buck doesn’t even want to call it that when he fled to save Eddie the chance of rejecting him-Buck realises maybe he’s made a mistake. 

Not about confessing; he won’t ever be sorry for finally lifting that weight from his shoulders. 

The mistake is in running. Buck’s so fucking tired of running. Fumbling for his phone out of his pocket, Buck thumbs through to Eddie’s number and hits call. It rings through to voicemail and Buck curses under his breath, tapping the phone against his free hand. 

Eddie’s not the most emotional person. The opposite, in fact, and Buck hates himself for not factoring that in. The why me makes Buck’s heart hurt on Eddie’s behalf and not for the first time, he wants to punch everyone who’s ever given Eddie cause to think he’s not amazing. 

Buck wants to call again but Eddie doesn’t like being bothered and he sighs, wondering if he can wait until their shift in two days time to clear the air. They don’t fight. He can’t remember the last time anything between them had been bad. Since the supermarket anyway, and that was more about their mutual abandonment and Buck shakes his head. 

He should have known; Eddie only ever lashes out when he can’t handle what he’s feeling. In the supermarket it had been his perceived abandonment at Buck’s hands. Now, it’s the fact that Buck’s decided to spring hey, I think I love you, how great!!! on him. 

Except it’s Eddie. 

For all that Buck knows Eddie, sometimes he forgets Eddie’s kneejerk reaction to emotion is to get it the fuck away from him.

Hey, he texts instead. I know you probably don’t wanna talk- 

A knock at the door interrupts and he bites back a curse. “Albert, if you forgot your key-”

“You’re giving him keys now?” Eddie stands on the threshold looking uncertain, which Buck won’t stand for. 

Stepping back, Buck heads towards the kitchen, rolling his eyes. “I can’t make him wait outside for me to get home when we work 24 hour shifts, Eddie.”

Eddie snorts, standing next to the counter, hands by his sides. He looks-small, uncertain of his place. Buck wishes he knew what to say to make it go away. 

“You left,” Eddie says. He’s looking at Buck. Well, he’s looking at the clock behind Buck’s left shoulder. 

“I know.” Buck keeps his words soft. He leans against the counter, gives Eddie a rueful smile. “You’re not the only one that runs from his emotions.”

Eddie hesitates. “You want to?” He looks irritated with himself. “Run from your feelings, I mean.”

Buck knows he’s gotta tread carefully; there’s a part of him that’s hopeful, that if he and Eddie talk, maybe they can meet somewhere in the middle and be happy. The louder voice is telling him not to be an idiot, that he never wins that way, especially not with the way Eddie’s looking anywhere but at Buck. “You asked why you.”

“Buck-”

“You asked why and I should have told you.” Buck watches Eddie’s mouth close and finally, his eyes lift to Buck’s. “It’s you because there’s nobody else, Eddie. There’s never been anyone else, not really. Since Ali,” he amends, at the expression on Eddie’s face. 

“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “But you could have-”

“If you say anyone, I’ll punch you.” Buck sighs, pushing off of the counter and stepping closer to Eddie. “You’re a great father.”

Eddie flushes, turns away. Buck closes the rest of the distance between them, puts his fingers on Eddie’s chin. Eddie lets him turn his head and then Buck rubs a thumb over Eddie’s jaw. Casual intimacy has never been their problem and Eddie accepts it easily, lifts a hand to Buck’s hip. 

“You are. Chris is amazing and I know that’s thanks to Shannon, but it’s also thanks to you. You’ve been his sole parent for such a long time, and you always make sure he’s protected, cared for, that he knows he’s loved.”

“You help,” Eddie says, and his voice is hoarse. 

Buck nods, because that’s never something he doubts. “I know. But you let me. Because you’re also cautious, but careful. You’re funny, even when you don’t mean to be, and I know you care about every single person in your life, even when you’re hurting.”

There’s a heaviness to Eddie’s expression, to the way his fingers tighten on Buck’s hip. It’s hard for him to hear, Buck knows, but maybe he’s also desperate to hear it, to know someone feels that way. 

“You understand me without me saying a word.” Buck tips Eddie’s head back and Eddie takes a deep breath. “I love you. Because of you. You don’t have to do anything to earn it, or be anything other than who you are.”

“Sometimes I don’t know who that is,” Eddie admits quietly.

Buck smiles, slides his hand up to Eddie’s cheek, thumb against the soft skin beneath Eddie’s left eye. “That’s okay. I’ll still be there, loving you no matter what.” Grinning, Buck raises his eyebrows. “It also doesn’t hurt that you’re hot as fuck.”

Eddie laughs, surprised, and drops his head to Buck’s chest. Buck runs a hand through his hair, waits for the inevitable questions. 

“I don’t know if I can do this again,” Eddie says. Maybe he’s thinking of Shannon. Buck doesn’t say anything, lets Eddie work it out. “But if I do, I want it to be with you. Whatever that means.”

“It can mean whatever you want it to.” Buck desperately wants to kiss Eddie so he does, soft and quick. Then, when Eddie breathes a little shaky, flexes his fingers on Buck’s hip, he ducks in again. This time he takes his time, a slow press of lips, a slow slide of tongue, a soft moan in the back of Eddie’s throat. 

Eddie stares at him when they part. “Okay, we can definitely do that again.”

Buck smiles, but he wants to be clear about one thing. “Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Eddie smiles and then it shifts into a smirk, heat in his face and oh yeah, finally Buck feels settled, like they’ve hit the same mark. “Until you do me.”

“Oh my god,” Buck laughs, burying his face in Eddie’s hair. He can feel Eddie’s body shaking with his own laughter. “You’re an idiot.”

“Probably,” Eddie agrees. “But you’re stuck with me.”

“Always,” Buck promises. 

There’s still a touch of disbelief to Eddie that Buck knows he’ll spend a lifetime trying to get rid of, but what a lifetime it’ll be. 

“Okay,” Eddie says, and it feels like a promise of his own.

[princessfbi]

≣: hand holding for prompts?

≣: hand holding

The sound that slipped out of Eddie’s bitten lips Buck could only describe as downright agony. Eddie curled himself impossibly tighter on the too small ER bed with his legs inching up just that much closer to his chest as he rode through another wave of pain that had woken them up in the middle of the night and sent an ambulance rushing down their street. 

Appendix if Buck had to guess but the longer the doctor took the harder it was not to spiral into all the worst case scenarios that they were both too familiar with. 

Eddie had curled up on his side on the bed and hadn’t moved since and Buck felt useless as he brushed a hand through his hair while he rode through another wave again. 

“Buck,” Eddie gasped so quietly that Buck almost didn’t hear him over the sounds of the ER and his pounding anxiety bashing against his skull. 

Eddie’s arm moved so slowly, his hand shaking as he reached out with his unspoken plea and Buck rushed forward to clasp his hand in return. Eddie’s teeth latched onto his lip as another sound fell out of him like it’d been punched out but he pulled Buck’s hand to his chest and held it like it was the only lifeline he had. 

Buck’s knuckles already ached with how tight Eddie was holding onto his hand but he would sacrifice all his fingers if it meant easing some of the excruciating misery that had taken Eddie Diaz out at the knees. 

Send Me a Sick Whump Prompt and I’ll Write a Drabble

[firstdegreefangirl]

From this list

https://at.tumblr.com/firstdegreefangirl/702898428993290240/hwk0nihbhkb9

#2!

2. Spending Christmas at a Childhood Home This exists in my personal headcanon where Genny moves into their old house and turns it into something cozy and special, instead of selling it and moving to LA anyway.

"I've gotta say, I like what you've done with the place." Tim looks around his sister's licing room, fresh paint and colorful holiday decorations replacing the childhood memories he'd feared would besmirch the house forever.

"Thanks," Genny hangs another ornament on her brand-new tree and smiles at him. "It's been a long road, but it feels good, y'know? To give it some happy moments."

He looks past his sister to Lucy, sitting on the floor and listening to his nephews tell her about the finer logistical points of Minecraft.

"Yeah ... it really does."

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Phone Call - BCC / Phoenix

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

Summary: After taking out the majority of the Elite, the Blackpool Combat Club had indirectly given themselves an Emery problem. Or more specifically-- a Sinister Angel problem. After dealing with her during their match with Cutler and Nakazawa, they regroup in the locker room and Mox realizes he might just have the solution to that problem.

Follows directly from the events that take place in Sinister Debut.

Word Count: 1,209

Warnings: Language

Tag List: @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart

(divider by)

Blackpool Combat Club returned to their locker room, matching scowls on their faces at what had just transpired.

Over what had been building for weeks.

Mox slammed his hands against the door, shoving it open; the force caused it to thud against the wall behind it, the sound echoing in the room. As he paced the room, keening his neck and rubbing the back of it with his hand, Mox began muttering under his breath. His words weren’t even audible to the rest of his stable mates. Bryan sat down in one of the chairs, the agitation in his eyes still evident, but albeit calmer than Mox at the current moment. His arms still had the dry blood from the scratches that Emery had gifted him with moments before.

Yuta stood off to the side, his own anger and frustration bubbling to the surface—while secretly trying to ignore the other emotion swirling inside his gut, that of worry, fear, heartache.

Claudio, the calmest of the four, was last to enter the room and softly closed the door behind him. Though he acted calm, he was still livid inside bought fought to keep his composure under check. To him, he knew that eventually, this would happen. Despite her being a woman, Claudio knew that if they pushed Emery too far, she would retaliate.

And that’s exactly what had just happened.

After weeks of BCC going after her friends, the people she considered family—Matt, Nick, Kenny, and then Hangman—she had warned them.

Still yet, they pushed and pushed.

And that night, she finally snapped.

Emery had gone past what the population knew as Dark Angel and went even darker. Sinister. Uncaring.

Almost nothing was able to stop her.

They might have been able to do deal damage to Brandon Cutler and Michael Nakazawa, but now the other members of the Elite were back. Claudio knew they wouldn’t take too kindly to what BCC had done to Emery, even if it were minimal.

“Wheeler,” Bryan bit out, looking up from the floor to the younger man; his eyes pierced into Yuta as he asked, “What the hell was that?!”

Yuta shook his head slightly, uncertainly responding, “I wish I knew. That wasn’t the Emery I knew— that was… something else entirely…”

“That’s not what I’m talking about!” Bryan shouted, standing up from his chair and walking towards Yuta. Claudio quickly took a step between them, holding him back as Mox continued pacing, ignoring all of them.

His hand had moved from the back of his neck to his chest, right above his heart, as he drummed his fingers against his skin, seemingly lost in thought.

“Out there!” Bryan exclaimed, glaring at Yuta, “She came at us, ready to kill, and you didn’t do a DAMN THING!”

Yuta had hoped none of them had seen his hesitation, but unfortunately, they had. The older wrestlers had seen it clear as day.

“I don’t know, okay?!” Yuta shouted back, holding his hands out at his sides, exasperated, “I froze! I—”

“You froze?” Bryan chuckled, a dark smile on his face, “And why did you freeze, huh? Still feel that little puppy love for her? She’s never gonna notice you, so get over it! WE are your family! She turned her back on you and forgot all about you! SHE’S PART OF THE PROBLEM AROUND HERE!”

“Bryan…” Claudio warned softly, slightly pushing back on his abdomen as Bryan began to gravitate toward Yuta.

“He’s YOUR project, Castagnoli—deal with him!” Bryan turned on his heels and walked back to his chair, sitting down in a huff. He placed his elbows on his knees, clasped his fingers together, and stared at the floor.

After being certain that Bryan had calmed down a bit, Claudio turned around to face Yuta and gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t—” Yuta started but stopped with a single look from the older man.

“We’ve all been there before. Cherishing someone, falling in love with them, only for that love to be unrequited. I get it,” Claudio told him, his voice level and low-toned, “But you have to get past it. She made her choice last week, and her actions tonight cemented that. The Emery you once loved and cared for—is gone.”

Yuta looked at Claudio, the inner turmoil evident in his eyes as he placed his hands on his hips and dropped his gaze to the floor.

“I… I’m trying,” Yuta said softly, “I wish it were as easy as you make it sound…” He looked up from the floor, straight into Claudio’s eyes as he sighed, “I wish she had chosen differently…”

“I know, but she didn’t. She chose the Elite, people she’s known for almost a decade. The fact she chose them over you will hurt, but nothing will ever change that fact. You came last in her mind. The day will come when she realizes she made a mistake, and when that day does come, you must show her exactly how it felt.”

Yuta slowly nodded, understanding Claudio’s words.

“Decade…” Mox muttered, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. He had stopped pacing, and there was a thoughtful look on his face before a smirk lifted his lips.

“What are you thinking, Mox?” Bryan questioned him, leaning up slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“None of us want to deal with Emery, let’s face it,” Mox said, tweaking his neck to the side and cracking it; his hand was still on his chest, over his heart, but it had stilled, no longer drumming against his skin. As he stood there, zoning back into thought, his pointer finger began to tap against his chest, the smirk on his face growing.

“Mox?” Claudio asked, drawing his attention back to the room.

“I think I got a solution… to our problem,” Mox drawled out, “I gotta make a call first…”

“Who you thinking?” Bryan asked, curious, but Mox completely ignored him as he fished out his phone and scrolled through the contacts. Eventually, he found the person he was looking for and tapped on them.

It rang a few times before whomever it was picked up. Mox stood in that same spot, his hand over his chest, as he spoke to the person on the other side of the line.

“Sup kid, stayin’ out of trouble?...... Hah- course not……. Fuck nah, I never do. You should know that….... Fair point,” Mox shrugged, his finger stilling against his skin, “Got a question for ya—you been watching what’s been goin’ on over here?....... Yeah, sure as shit is a problem. Could use a lil’ helping hand, if you’re interested?........... Hell yeah. I’ll talk to Khan, have him reach out with a contract—so no skippin’ the country anytime soon…….. Yeah yeah, whatever, ya brat.”

After he hung up, Mox looked at the rest of the BCC, a lopsided smirk on his face.

“Well?” Claudio asked him.

“I’m gonna talk to Khan,” Mox told them, “Within a week or so… things are gonna get a bit… psychotic.”

Bryan and Claudio both began to smile, instantly knowing who Mox had called; Yuta on the other hand, was still confused – but didn’t question it. If Mox had an answer to their Emery problem, then that’s all that mattered.

Maybe, whomever this person was, would help Yuta get over Emery and finally be able to put her in the past.

[tripleaxeldiaz]

I was just coming to see if you'd heard the news. But your thoughts on the potential new Television Series Paramount has planned?

it’s all bad kat!! jeff davis should not be running another show!! it’s too early for a “””revival movie””” for teen wolf and also i Do Not Want It

that being said, i know myself, and i will still probably end up watching the movie because i’ll be wildly curious. will probably skip this new show tho

[johnbroutledge]

Three sentence fic

Matt &Kelly

Baseball Players.

“c’mon coach casey! are you gonna swing or not? that’s the third pitch you’ve passed on in the last five minutes. don’t tell us you’ve lost your touch already. should we put coach severide in instead?”

the sniggers of the twelve year olds in the outfield reach matts ears in waves as he catches Kelly’s eye and smirks. then the wind up, the pitch, and CRACK.

it’s out of the park.

kelly jogs to his side, clapping a hand down hard on matts shoulder as he laughs, his eyes crinkled and his face proud.

“you uh....haven’t told them you were allstate in high school yet have you?”

“nope.” matt says, and the “p” pops as it rolls off his tongue. “i figured I’d let them figure that one out on their own.”

[icarusbuck]

the king’s tide: xv    by yawnralphio

A captain, his ship, her crew, and a secret with the power to ruin it all. When his merchant transport vessel is boarded by the fearsome Captain Nash and the crew of the Spark, Eddie believes his time has come. Buck makes him an offer he can't refuse, and he finds himself tangled up in something much bigger than he planned for.

read from the beginning; edit cred to beck

[tinkershar]

I am sending you love. I just heard the news. I'm sorry!!!!

Thank you!!!!

It's not a complete surprise though I thought we'd at least get a confirmed last season and I am a little surprised Netlix wouldn't take it on for that at least given how well it does there.

Despite not being entirely surprised I'd be lying if I didn't confess to feeling a little heartbroken rn.It feels pointless to get invested in anything these days though historically my shows have actually done fairly well.

Plus I will miss this amazing fandom being bonkers over two dumb dumbs and a lot of other characters who are significantly less dumb.

Again,thank you my love.

[thisissirius]

Buck grew up with just Maddie and a ghost... When he finished the academy he gained a dad, a sister and a brother. Now, he's got a mom and dad, and a shit ton of siblings.... It's the family he chose and who chose him.

Margret and phillip were never actual parents. They were just adults in charge of children.

kat. did anyone ASK for this to land in my inbox? NO. i can’t believe you’re making me think about these things. 

fdhsajkfhdjskhlf but YES i love this so much. they DO have family in the 118 and the fact that buck forgave them because he doesn’t care about them is GOLDEN to me.