#kitthekazoo

[aromanticbuck]

"Don't stop now." + Grace/Jane

I did it! I writed them! here are the girls!

The routine was practiced and all but perfected by then. 

On any given Monday morning, Grace went through the same motions. She woke up in some other woman’s bed before any alarm could go off, slipped out from between the sheets, and grabbed her phone to send a text with a location pin so that she didn’t have to run and catch the bus when she didn’t know where the nearest stop even was. From there, she usually had about twenty minutes before the familiar truck parked by the sidewalk, and her best friend would make sure they both got to work on time. 

Except, on this morning, she had barely finished clipping her bra behind her back and pulling her shorts up to her waist before her phone buzzed again. This apartment, it seemed, was closer to everything else in her life than she thought, and it put her in more of a rush than she anticipated. 

[ text | from: Jane ] whenever you’re decent the truck is warm  [ text | from: Jane ] hurry so I can get my coffee  [ text | from: Jane ] if I don’t get caffeinated because you’re too slow I’ll go in without you 

With a roll of her eyes, Grace hit the button to turn the screen off again. She’d gotten that threat plenty of times, and it had never once been true. If putting them a few minutes behind schedule made her best friend abandon her, she probably never would have even made it out of Afghanistan. Jane loved her coffee, in any form, but not enough to disrupt the routine they’d fallen into in the last few years. Since one night in a hospital, she knew her best friend was never going to abandon her for anything – and maybe she took advantage of that, some days. 

Grabbing her shoes and a shirt from the floor, Grace slipped out of the bedroom and the apartment without a glance back over her shoulder. Barefoot, without even trying to pull the shirt over her head, she dashed across the cool pavement until she could pull open the door of a familiar gray truck. She climbed into the seat as quickly as she could, not bothering to pull the seatbelt across her chest while she tugged her shoes onto her feet. 

“You’re getting bold, Mouse, risking hypothermia so that you don’t have to face someone in the morning.” 

She shook her head with a scoff, turning the shirt over in her hands to find which end she needed to pull over her head. “I’d hardly call this kind of weather a hypothermia risk. Aren’t you supposed to be in a rush, or something? I thought Detective Halstead couldn’t function without her caffeine.” 

“It would be a lot easier to get caffeine if my best friend wasn’t replacing opioids with sex. Or, better yet, if she didn’t text me every week and pull me away from where I’m supposed to be. I have to drop you off at the district and then immediately go to a scene. Thanks to this little detour, I don’t get coffee at all today.” 

Grace pulled the shirt over her head, adjusting it around her chest where it hugged her curves just a little too closely. It wasn’t hers, that much she knew, but it was too big of a risk to go back inside and get the one she’d actually been wearing the night before. “Don’t stop now. Tell me how you really feel.” 

It was the same dance they went through every few months, a script they followed as if any part of it was going to change just because Jane repeated herself. It had happened more often since they started working together, since Grace took up running searches and digging into bank accounts and phone records and pasts for the Chicago PD Intelligence Unit. They spent more time together, which gave her friend more opportunities to give her usual monologue. 

“Haven’t you considered giving this up? How much longer can you keep playing these games before you... I don’t know. Grow up?” The truck started moving at a slow, safe pace in the direction of their district, and Grace looked out the passenger window instead of looking at her friend’s face and the inevitable frustration and disappointment there. “You can’t keep waking up in different beds every weekend, not forever. At some point, you have to get serious. You have this job now, and you can save money for a nicer apartment, and get the fancy veggie dogs you like. You can have a life that you haven’t gotten to live since you were a kid, right? You can be independent and strong and not weigh your worth against what someone thinks when she sees you naked.” 

“My mother didn’t raise me to be independent, remember? My worth is entirely based on what I can do in bed and whether I can provide some rich businessman twice my age with an heir.” 

“Yeah, but your mother isn’t a part of your life anymore.” She froze up when a hand briefly rested on her arm, pulling away subtly without aiming her frown anywhere but the passing buildings. “You can do whatever you want, now. You don’t have to worry about what she wanted for you.” 

“And what if I want to spend my life jumping from bed to bed every weekend?” 

Jane sighed and stayed quiet for a long moment before reaching over to turn on the radio to break up the silence. “Then keep texting me when you’re done so I can make sure you’re not late for work.” 

#answered #kit tag #kitthekazoo #alex writes things #jane halstead #grace gerwitz #moustead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #i love these girls with my whole chest #also... these are basically our OCs #Jane and Grace are ours hope that helps

[iredastead]

I have been pushing posting this off because after I send the ask I kinda got shy and anxious about this…But here it is!!

This is a fanart gift for @gregorygerwitz and @kitthekazoo based on their amazing Magic AU

It was supposed to be a Christmas gift but apparently, I made this drawing a bit complex for my art skills xD

I try to give a visual and color representation of each power base on the moodboards and small snippets and information that you have posted so far and how I saw that in my mind, im not going to post it here but if someone is interested to know my thought process you can ask me!

I hope you like it, you both are awesome and creative so I wanted to gift you something that reflectes that...

The preview image look pixaleted but if you click on it it look fine (sorry about that)

#fanart #fanart gift #gregorygerwitz #kitthekazoo #kit’s and Alex’s Magic AU #one chicago #will halstead #kim burgess #sarah reese #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #chicago med #chicago pd

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

💯 (also hi we spell our name the same way!!!)

Ahh that's awesome! Twins!! Truly underrated way to spell it 🔥

Bellamy was often their drive home from practice, which Abby and Jake were more than happy with based on their overwhelming schedules. At first Clarke had resented being shuffled around, but soon the crackling leather seats and old radio of Bellamy’s truck became a cocoon of safety. You had to crank the window down by hand but it was always worth it for the way the wind would stream through it.

Send me 💯 and I will write 100 words in my current project and share my favorite sentence/section.

#kitthekazoo #kathryn answers #kathryn writes #kathryn writes: the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fic #fic: rock & religion

[cassnottiel]

💯💯💯

i dont even go here

"We can get lost." "We're already lost!" Dean scoffed and turned away from Sam, putting his hands on his hips.  "Because someone wanted to play a board game."

#kitthekazoo #this was inspired by a supernatural podcast #do not get it twisted. ive never seen an episode of supernatural and i do not plan on ever seeing one #but these buffoons have enchanted me #high class answers

[karasmoak01]

Personal Tag Game

Tagged by: @kitthekazoo thanks friend! sorry it took so long

Last TV show: First Kill

Last Song: Tug O War by Shameka Dwight

Currently watching: Chicago Med 

Currently reading: haven’t read in a while

Tag nine people to get to know them better: idk who didn’t do this, so feel free to do it if you want! @remedial-wit, @quintessentialserenity, @sun-daisies, @ferrisulichsdayoff, @lhquakeaos, @revolvingresidency, @tenderlysecretpuppy, @temmie-loony, @the9muses

#tag game #finally doing that #kitthekazoo

[firefighterbracket]

Smokey (the real cub) was a BABY literally like 5 pounds and a few months old when he was rescued from a wildfire and spent the rest of his life (and his son after him!!!) for the cause!!! He burned his little tootsies and hind legs!!! He's so much better than (lovely) Buck and I will fight anyone who threatens the bear (respectfully looking at you Buddie fandom)

I hope people feel good about themselves knowing they're being cruel to a literal baby over a silly tumblr bracket 🙄

#answered #kitthekazoo #not a poll #propaganda

[astorytotellyourfriends]

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"Wanna know a secret?" she whispers. Eddie nods. "I've already seen it."

Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. "Then you can tell me what I've missed."

Send me  💯 and I will write 100 words in my current project, and share my favorite sentence/section.

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer professor x student au #answered #kitthekazoo

[firstdegreefangirl]

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It's been a HOT second since I had time to write, but I didn't forget about you, I promise! Enjoy!

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“Excuse me, Amira,” he says, nudging her foot with his toe as he digs his keys out of his coat pocket.  

Hang on.  

“Amira?” Theo looks down, finally processing her presence. She’s leaning against his door, knees pulled up to her chest, with her arms draped loosely around them. There’s a pink backpack leaning against her shin, stuffed fuller than he remembers it being when she’d come home from school. 

But it’s her face that really breaks his heart. She won’t look at him, but her head lolls to one side enough that he can see the tearstains on her cheeks. Amira isn’t crying now, but she has been, and her eyes are still glassy as she sniffles.  

“Is everything alright?” 

“I need to move back in with you,” she says finally, rolling her eyes up far enough to see Theo. “I don’t want to live with Bashir anymore.” 

Send me  💯 and I will write 100 words in my current project, and share my favorite sentence/section.

#katie writes #katie answers #kitthekazoo #transplant #theo hunter #amira hamed

[hangon-silvergirl]

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From this ask: Send me a 100 emoji and I'll write 100 words of (one of my current WIP(s) and share my favorite sentence/section.

Last one from Chapter 9 of Marigold:

They’d probably send her to a nunnery or something for the shame and the scandal, or auction her off to the highest bidder as damaged goods.

Thanks for the ask @kitthekazoo!

#dash games #ask alie #hellcheer #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer fanfic: marigold #my stories #writing #kitthekazoo

[florchis]

💯💯💯!!

He lets out a groan and Jemma’s instinct as the stand-in medical doctor makes her turn around to tell him to not sit up on the bed, only to make her catch a glimpse of the golden band in the form of a lemniscate Fitz is presenting to Daisy. She turns around desperately quickly, wincing with regret.

Also for the FSK Blindspot AU. Thank you for the ask!

Send me  💯 and I will write 100 words in my current project, and share my favorite sentence/section.

#reply #kitthekazoo #fitzskimmons #florchis writes things

[maxbegone]

Came for the Ally, stayed for the Ally 😘

came for the kit, stayed for the kit! one day! javits center again one day!

#answered #kitthekazoo

[aromanticbuck]

I'm here asking what story you would write for th title "and other machines"

Thank you for putting this somewhere I can't ignore it forever, I have so much chaos that I do need to type it all out instead of talking to you in circles on the bedroom floor 💜

And Other Machines

There is, in fact, such thing as a perfect society. Living costs nothing, and those that choose to work are assigned to projects intended to improve their city. Those who choose to stay home and take care of things like cooking and cleaning and, if they choose, any kind of children or pets, are given property and assigned a chosen worker to take in under their roof. Those who cannot take care of themselves are assigned to established households who can take on more responsibility.

Icarus "Cary" Lane doesn't want to do either of those things. They don't want to work in the hot sun to build homes or pave roads. They don't want to stay at home all day long and take care of other people and be utterly bored. Being assigned to be indoors or outdoors with no variation whatsoever doesn't appeal to them. They want to do more than just better their city when there's a whole world out there that could be bettered or, at the very least, explored.

When Cary reaches their twentieth birthday and is presented with The Choice, there's a third option presented on the multiple choice form. Work, Home, or Other. No one had ever mentioned the option before, never let on that there was something else beyond the binary choice that their society prepared them for from the age of ten. But it was exactly what they wanted. Other was the only definition for the life they wanted, the thing that only came to them in quiet moments and dreams.

But Other is something beyond even what Cary could have imagined, a secret that the government doesn't even whisper about among regular citizens. They're armed with new knowledge, and weaponry, and told that they have the same intentions as everyone else they knew growing up. They were bettering their city. They were protecting their city. They were protecting their society from the outside threats - the nearby cities that used antiquated things like money and job interviews instead of assignments.

No one inside the city knew about the war outside of it. No one inside the walls really knew what Other meant. But Cary and the Others knew that the society they knew could collapse at any moment.

#answered #alex says things #kit tag #kitthekazoo #aom* #i love icarus they are my new blorbo #don't need me unless it's about this

[heart-aflame]

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"So your dating?" Lydia asked, swinging the sword in her hand idly through the tall grass as she walked.

Adam looked particularly uncomfortable beside her, "I-I uh, it's complicated but yes. Sort of. We didn't-didn't know, um, but uh-"

BJ snorted, elbowing Adam a little harder then he needed to, "Half bloods date each other all the time, it doesn't really matter all that much. You barely count as related so calm your shit and relax."

Lydia looked at both of them, pausing to stand in the grass and watch Sandy frolic around, making any flower or grass she passed withered and burnt as Barbara frantically followed behind, tending to and futilely trying to heal them back to life.

"It's cute, I guess, in a way." Lydia stated after watching for a bit. She knew they'd need to move on soon, before Barbara got too stressed over her efforts. She also didn't really want to think too hard about family relations beyond how distantly anyone was actually connected.

It was nice though, at the moment, to just relax before trying to fulfill two prophecy's and defend the inevitable monster attack that was sure to come.

#percy jackson au #beetlejuice #lydia deetz #guess barbara and adam's god parents #kitthekazoo

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

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Thanks for the ask friend!! Here’s a snippet of a halstead!sister piece I’m just about done with! :)

You were doing so good lately, and then the nightmares came back, bad enough that you brought up to your brothers about seeing Dr. Charles. “Pipsqueak, what are you doing up this late?” Jay says as he pads into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. “Couldn’t sleep. Nightmares again,” you reply, placing the glass in the sink and sitting on the barstool against the counter. “I think I should see Dr. Charles and see why this is happening, aside from my friend dying. Even if it’s been like three years since Nadia died,” you say quietly, gaging the look on your brother's face. “If you think that’s the right choice, let Will know, and we can get you an appointment set up.” He replies, taking a seat next to you. You lay your head on his shoulder, and you both stay like that for a while.

#ask #kitthekazoo #friendly neighborhood hufflepuff speaks #friendly neighborhood hufflepuff writes #halstead sister #the full piece will be up soon. might be tonight it might be this weekend i haven’t decided yet but enjoy either way

[cassnottiel]

🎁🎁

hehehe i forgot how much fun it is to write about these two <3

He smiled; not the pained but hopeful one he always wore around Deke now, but something soft and nostalgic. Deke missed Trevors smiles.

#high class answers #asks #kitthekazoo

[karasmoak01]

made up fic title: "together we are"

Hmm... I'd probably write a cute fluff one-shot with skimmons. Maybe just them laying around in bed talking, being cute.

Or a cute and fluffy one-shot scene with Caliette where they lay in Cal's bed or something and they just are adorable. (Caliette is the ship name for Cal and Juliette in First Kill, in case some of you don't know)

Thanks for the ask Kit!

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

#made up fic title #asks #kitthekazoo #aos fic #first kill fic #juliette x calliope #skimmons