Bekka@Chaos

Bekka | 30s | fangirl | writer | bisexual | multi shipper & no hate here! buddie ♥ hollanov ♥️ gallavich ♥ malex ♥ sterek ♥ come chat to me on here or same username on discord, I love to talk about my beloveds ^^ I have some AO3 codes if you need them! just reach out and ask!

[bekkachaos]

Fighting or Foreplay

M | 4.7k | hollanov

read on ao3

[snowflake194]

(x) let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain ❤️🌧

[circledwithaheart]

Manuscript Monday ✍️

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.

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[marz-rm]

Little bird told me Oliver wanted a Buddie kiss in the rain working on a mini-comic of this on patreon

[dangerpronebuddie]

Something Sentences Sunday!!

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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@rodeoboxseats @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @ronordmann @inell @keynb @drmellking @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @sofa-king-lame @thegeekcompanion @unlifeira @icebergeddie @diazsdimples @circledwithaheart @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @misshiss727 @monsterrae1 @darkrose6578 @glorious-spoon @wildlife4life @bekkachaos @cometwatson @desertbuddie

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[helenaferron]

BARK BARK BARK

[emiko-matsui]

i don't know how much clearer i can be but i don't want any fucking terfs on this blog. not now not ever don't touch my shit

[bekkachaos]

The most relatable thing Kaine Ferron ever did was say I will kill any human on earth to keep you safe, and then refused to kill Amaris

[ivmaruva]

“Dont die.”

Book: Alchemised by SenLinYu @senlinyuwrites

[winterofherdiscontent]

"If he's a monster, then I'm his creator" - Helena Marino, Alchemised

...rough work in progress detail from a larger illustration inspired by @senlinyu 's Alchemised. still got a way to go before it's finished.

mixed media: pencils, ink, digital illustration

[bekkachaos]

men only think women are more emotional than they are because they don't consider anger an emotion

[thisfeebleheart]

"When Shane says "Ilya" back, he's flooded with relief and happiness."

[angelbabymikaa]

“potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for

[spotsandsocks]

Up close and Personal chapt 5/10

Hollanov bodyguard/ballet au

Update could be 5k or 6 or 4 I’ve edited it so much I have no idea anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of Ilya’s reflections and thoughts in this chapter … here’s a tiny taste

And obviously the performance was the most important thing to think about. Ilya's convinced that there are some of the company who'd perform even with flames flickering at the edge of the stage.

He's not one of them though, he loves to dance and he loves what dancing has brought into his life and of course that he just happens to be the best at it is useful but other things matter too.

His mother taught him that.

The golden glint in the mirror catches his eye. The cross that had once been hers flashes at him, his mother, with him always, fingers lifting he touches it lightly and as always the memory of her is coated with an aching blend of love and sadness.

And here’s the link

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[spotsandsocks]

Might as well something sentence Sunday this

Can I tempt you to share?? @hippolotamus @dangerpronebuddie @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @jazzrose343 @exhuastedpigeon @rainbow-nerdss @greencreekwolf @thelikesofus and anyone else 😘

[dangerpronebuddie]

Something Sentences Sunday!!

Tagged by @sofa-king-lame @spotsandsocks @circledwithaheart and earlier this week by @rainbow-nerdss all with amazing words y'all NEED to check out 🩷🩷

For the first time in months, I got inspired to work on touch linked! Eddie's getting a little carried away with the hands, isn't he...

The other hand feels like it's threading through his hair. Fingertips scratch at his scalp, sending a shiver down his spine. He sighs and closes his eyes, and lets himself imagine the hands actually belong to someone. Someone with bright blue eyes, and a birthmark Eddie wants to press his lips to, and a broad chest Eddie could be laying back against. He lets the fantasy carry him away. It's not one he indulges often, and he really shouldn't be equating these invading hands to his best friend, but there's something familiar in how they feel on his body. Whether that's because the hands are somehow an extension of himself, or some other unbelievable something, he doesn't know. Doesn't care right now. He focuses back on the hands now trailing down his body again. One rests where his own is splayed on his abs, and Eddie lets himself imagine Buck lacing their fingers together as Eddie lays in the cradle of Buck's strong legs, his back against Buck's warm skin. The other hand continues downward, bypassing his aching cock to caress his inner thigh. In his mind, it's Buck teasing him, finding every sensitive place on Eddie's body and using them to drive him crazy. In his mind and in his bed, he writhes, desperate for friction he's not getting— from himself or from the hands. A part of him wants to linger in this space, let the hands have their way with him, but this is an experiment and he needs as much information as he can gather. Like knowing what happens if he strokes himself before the hands reach to do the same.

(tags under the cut! As always please let me know if you want to be added/removed):

@rodeoboxseats @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 @ronordmann @inell @keynb @drmellking @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @thegeekcompanion @unlifeira @icebergeddie @diazsdimples @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @misshiss727 @monsterrae1 @darkrose6578 @glorious-spoon @wildlife4life @bekkachaos @cometwatson

@thekristen999 @thelikesofus @kaseysgirl86-blog @diazheartsbuckley @epicbuddieficrecs @buddstiel @bibuckbuckgoose @penpatronuswhump @zerokrox-blog @idealuk @lookforanewangle @maraskywalkers @monroemary @eddiedisasterdiaz @joannte @damnitiloveyou @kissyboytroye

@aroqueerfandoms @slowlyfoggydestiny @babydollbuck @savlikesbluengreen @slutstrandbuddie @damnit-buck @birthmarkedbabyblues @anniegraceinrealife @whatsgoodinthehood22 @walske @wallywise @desertbuddie @nonspeakingkiku @abstractslowburn @bereft-reeling and anyone else who's interested! 🥰🩷

[handsywoman]

welcome to Pound Town population: Shane Hollander

[paperdollinsane]

Ilya holding him still in this position and relentlessly pounding into him while shane just moans and trembles and takes it because he can’t do anything else