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shitouttabuck · 1 month

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this could be the year for the real thing

buck/eddie | 1.7k | 7x06 coda(ish)

Eddie can count on one hand the number of times he’s been this horrifically hungover. His pre-teenage-pregnancy body bounced back blessedly quickly from tailgate parties and keg stands and beer pong tournaments, but after that? His cousins threw his bachelor party before he married Shannon, which involved a lot of mixed liquor, and then there were a couple miserable nights out after she left him, and now, last night, him and Buck the sole bachelor party members standing after Chim didn’t show up.

This is his worst hangover, because at least all the other times he wasn’t seized with worry about one of his closest friends and regret that he and Buck hadn’t noticed the empty hotel bed the night before. The nausea from hell doesn’t help, either.

Chim’s safe now, under the careful monitor of Cedars hospital staff and Maddie no more than three feet away from him at all times. The relief is a palpable thing, and Buck offering him a steaming paper cup of green tea soothes the churning in his gut a little bit, too.

He takes a sip and sighs gratefully, slumping against Buck in the hospital waiting room chairs when he takes the seat beside Eddie.

“Still queasy?” Buck asks, voice a rumble.

“Mm,” Eddie says, “back-to-back shots of tequila and sambuca are not it.”

Buck shudders beside him. “Don’t,” he begs, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. “I’m still very much in range of hurling.”

“Have you eaten anything today?” Eddie’d only managed half a banana when he went home to shower and change, but he knows Buck’s been with Maddie most of the day, and when it comes to taking care of other people, he sometimes forgets about himself.

“Had a granola bar,” Buck says, eyes still closed. “Can’t—don’t wanna think about food yet.”

His stomach chooses then to grumble audibly, with traitorously comedic timing, and Eddie snorts. Buck opens one eye to grin at him.

“Don’t listen to her,” he says, patting his belly. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“She doesn’t, huh? Then I guess she’s not interested in stopping by the juice bar on Sunset on the way home? Some sweet, sweet smoothies, all that fresh fruit and hydration, don’t even have to chew…”

Buck’s stomach rumbles interestedly and they both laugh.

“That sounds—so good, actually,” Buck admits. “We can pick up the peanut butter one for Chris, he’s always hankering—”

He breaks off as Hen appears at the end of the hallway, looking around and hurrying over as soon as she spots them. Eddie doesn’t think anything’s wrong—she’s beaming—but he and Buck sit up quickly in their seats anyway.

“Ugh,” Buck says, and Eddie’s dizziness at the sudden movement wholeheartedly agrees.

“We’re having a motherfucking wedding,” Hen grins, tugging them both to their feet, uncaring of their delicate dispositions. “Right here, right now.”

“Hospital wedding?” Buck asks, eyes wide. “Holy shit, okay, what do we need—who do we call—fuck—”

“Calm down, Buckaroo,” Hen smiles. “Just get friends and family over here, Karen’s gonna pick up Maddie’s dress, I’m gonna call Bobby, and we’re having a wedding.”

Buck’s already pulling up a copy of the guest list on his phone, squinting at it and muttering names under his breath.

“You boys got this?” Hen asks while dialling Bobby.

“Yep,” Eddie gives her a mock salute. “We’ll split the list and make some calls.”

He types out half the names Buck reads off to him in his notes app, and the two of them work through them methodically, calling Chim and Maddie’s nearest and dearest for this impromptu ceremony.

“Chris will kill us if he misses it,” he says suddenly, and Buck looks up at him, mid-text.

“He’s with Isabel, right? Pepa’s place is only a ten minute drive from here.”

Eddie nods. “I don’t have my car, though. You drove me.”

Buck tosses him the Jeep keys. “I’ll finish calling people, you go get them.”

“Cool,” Eddie says, and nearly bodies himself with the instinctive urge to lean over and kiss Buck on the cheek as he stands. It’s surprising, even though it shouldn’t be, because it’s an urge he fought and failed about thirty times last night, Buck’s sweaty skin pressed to his, salty under his mouth every time he dropped an innocuous, friendly kiss to his face with nothing but alcohol in his veins.

It hadn’t seemed out of place then, everything shiny and bright, Buck leaning right back into him.

Now, under the fluorescents of the hospital, organising a makeshift wedding for their family? Eddie doesn’t think it would land quite the same.

“Back in twenty,” he tells Buck instead, and has to physically tear himself away from the smile Buck turns his way, warm and golden under the harsh lights.

Chris and Abuela are delighted to be included, and, true to his word, they’re back at the hospital as the rest of the guests begin arriving, too.

Eddie’s—okay, he’s not going to say he’s not a crier, it’s just that his best friend is Buck, who cries at anything remotely tearjerky, so in comparison, Eddie’s not a crier. Now, though, they’re both very much damp-cheeked, much like everyone else crowded into this hospital room, watching Maddie and Chim exchange rings and vows with little Jee between them.

They’re a family, have been and would still be even if they never got hitched, but the fact that Chim refused to wait another few weeks, another few days, another minute before marrying Maddie? Eddie’s chest aches in the best way, and he slings an arm around Chris, and, before he knows he’s doing it, he looks for Buck.

The ceremony’s over, and Buck’s grinning at his phone, and Eddie pats for his own automatically, anticipating a goofy text.

But Buck’s edging backward, slipping out of the room, still grinning at his phone, and the ache inside Eddie spreads like an inkstain, blotting his insides.

And then Buck reappears with Tommy, which Eddie knew he was going to do, because who else would have Buck smiling at his phone like that, leaving his sister’s wedding even for a minute. Not me, Eddie doesn’t think. He doesn’t.

He’s not ready to make sense of the churning inside him—he doesn’t think he can blame the hangover for this one—when he clocks Tommy’s soot-stained everything and the way Buck’s own smudgy face matches like a puzzle piece.

He sees the way Chim notices, and Hen and Karen, Bobby’s eyes going wide and then soft. He sees the way Margaret Buckley doesn’t even attempt to school her face into anything but distaste and he hates her, but Buck’s not even looking at her. He’s looking at Bobby, and then he’s looking at Chim, and he’s smiling, this wide, guileless spread of happiness across his face.

Eddie’s helpless to smile too, the churning too complicated to parse beyond easy joy at every step of Buck’s sexuality journey, and this second-hand relief he’s not sure he’s got any entitlement to—he doesn’t, does he? Sure, he can be relieved that Buck doesn’t feel like he has to stay closeted, that everyone who matters loves him just the same, but he doesn’t get to feel like any of the relief belongs to him. Not now.

Not—yet.

Tommy’s made his way to Chim’s bedside to congratulate them properly, and Buck’s squeezing through the guests to get to the Diazes.

“Hey, bud,” he says to Chris. “Hi, Isabel.”

His face is still a smear of soot, and Chris giggles. “Buck. Your face.”

Buck frowns in confusion and Eddie steps over to him, hand already reaching to wipe the soot off his face, just like he has a hundred times at work. Except Tommy’s already there, licking his thumb and rubbing firmly at Buck’s chin, a gesture so familiar to Eddie that watching it happen separate from him feels like getting punched in the throat.

And beside the joy and the second-hand relief, there’s—this sense of profound loss. This emptiness, a space inside him he didn’t realise Buck had been occupying all this time. And now it’s like Eddie’s entered the room, finally, but the door is swinging shut on the far wall and Buck’s footsteps are echoing softer and softer as he leaves. Eddie’s late, he’s missed something he didn’t know was waiting, much less had a timeline on it.

The room empties out slowly, everyone giving the Buckley-Hans some space to rest, and Buck disappears down the hall hand-in-hand with Tommy.

“Y’all ready to go home?” Eddie asks Abuela and Chris. “We can get take-out.”

“Is Buck coming?” Chris asks.

“Uh, I don’t think so, mijo,” Eddie glances down the hall. “Although—” he pats his pocket, retrieving the Jeep keys, and startles when Buck appears by his shoulder.

“You have my keys,” he informs Eddie, stretching his hand out for them. Eddie drops them in his palm dutifully. “Juice bar? The fancy one on Sunset.”

Chris whoops excitedly, and Eddie smiles, even as his brow furrows.

“You’ve not got a hot date?” he asks Buck quietly as they walk to the exit.

“I drove you,” Buck shrugs.

Eddie rolls his eyes, stopping Buck with a hand at his elbow. “I think we can manage getting a cab.”

“I seem to recall you promising me a ‘sweet, sweet smoothie,’�� Buck says, raising an eyebrow at Eddie. “You tryna stiff me, Eds?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie lifts his hands in surrender. “Uh—do you wanna ask Tommy along?”

“Nah,” Buck says easily. “Maybe another time. He’s just gotten off shift. I’m seeing him tomorrow, anyway.”

“Okay,” Eddie nods slowly, ache bittersweet. “Just us, then.”

Buck beams. “Me and my boys,” he crows, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and tugging him forward so he can wrap the other one around Chris. Isabel makes a noise of offense, and Buck hastily amends, “Me and my boys and Abuela. Dream team!”

Christopher groans at the very public embarrassment and Abuela smiles indulgently at Buck and Eddie lets himself get pulled along, safe in this room in his heart that won’t ever be empty, even if Buck’s not filling it in the same capacity as Eddie’s getting ready to allow himself to want.

It doesn’t matter. The door on the far wall’s not quite swung shut after all; it sits ajar, crack of light and Buck’s love spilling through. Maybe one day he’ll come back through it. Maybe one day Eddie’ll follow after him enough to ask.

#i got too excited after the episode at 5am and tired myself out so much i fell back asleep at 8am lol #buddie #911 #buddie fic #911 fic #writing tag #mine #also i agreed to go out for drinks with high school friends tonight and im going to be so badly behaved because they’ll want to catch up #and all i want to do is think about these damn firefighters

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genericpoetryblog · 1 year

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Whalefall (Final Edit)

To sink a behemoth, Displacing gallons of incomprehensible measurement, Feeding villages to civilizations on blubber and marrow.

To bequeath a legacy, Of decade filled descendants and ecosystem genesis, Growing generations uncountable of hagfish and plankton.

To birth a lineage, Evolutionary fractals of kinetic biodiversification, Footprinting beyond fossil record where blue bleeds abyssal.

To submerge an ascension, Where rising demiurge grasps reflection in fraying corpse-fat, Haloed by bacterial mats and winged in polychaeta.

To devour an apotheosis, Renamed microscopic and leviathan in one airless gasp, Gorged bountiful of divinity dispersed from bone and flesh.

To conclude a promise, Life renewed in matching exchange of a single lived, Archimedean overflow flushing Lethe’s tidal shallows in rebirth

#OKAY THIS IS IT IM DONE ITS 5AM I WANNA SHOWER AN SLEEB #poetry #mia writes poetry #thalassaphobia #decay #hhghhghghghghghhhh

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gojo-mochi · 4 months

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Thinkin about a very mean Yandere dom :(

TW: noncon. yandere. Foot stuff

He wants you to feel pleasure, he wants to be the one to control that pleasure. Force it upon you. You should want it too, but you’re just too dumb and stupid to realize that right now, he just have to teach you that he’s the only one that can make you feel good.

Your struggles and cries mean nothing to this burly man, he easily tears away at your clothes until your left in a tattered shirt, your bra pulled up so he could grope freely at your chest and your bottom half laid bare for his hungry eyes.

He throws you to the ground as you sob and beg for him to stop, this only fuels his anger more. Barely taking his time to coat his fingers in salvia or spitting on your cunt before he sticks two fingers in right away.

You fight and claw back as best you can, trying to crawl away. Only to be met with a huff and a grunt as he grabs your flailing arms with one hand. Cuffing you by the wrist and pulling you closer to him. His thick fingers still plunging inside your poor cunt.

You thrash your head and shake and he gets so annoyed that he sits down on the ground, pulls you in and extend his foot down on your neck. Choking you with the pad of his bare foot, as his fingers works on your pussy, unfortunately your body reaction as his thumb starts to press and flick at your clit.

Coating his fingers in your arousal, wet noises filling the air along with your choked sobs and whimpers. He has a wicked grin on his face, seeing your body finally reacting the way he wants it to. Curling in his fingers so cruelly in that way that it always hitting your most sensitive spot.

As he feels you near an orgasm, he steps down a bit harder on your neck so you’re practically without air when you do finally come. Your vision almost going blind from the lack of air. And his fingers doesn’t stop either, it keeps going, thumb flicking at your swollen clit to the pain of oversensitivity.

“See what I can do for you, when you just behave?”

“Your cunt knows now.. and I’ll make sure she’ll remember.”

He pulls another orgasm from you with his fingers, it teeters from overbearing pleasure to pain. Your body shakes and trembles from the aftermath and he finally takes his foot off your neck, only to stand up, lift your knees up to your chest. And start rubbing the pad of his foot directly on your pussy…

#IM SORRYES SJDJD I DOJT KNOW WHAR CAME OVER ME #tw noncon #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere scenarios #softy spice #Softy Writes ( ˘▽˘)っ♨#I’m writing this at 5am and I-#yandere male

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xiewho · 2 months

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hiii :) i just wanted 2 say i love how u draw gorgug and fabian thistlecaster is such an underrated ship and their interactions are some of the best in fh

HI ANONNN THANK U !! i wholly agree they have such a fun and interesting dynamic i wish people explored more !! here's a silly gorgug + fabian moment from fhsy for u <3 (cause i want an excuse to draw them again hehe) hoot growl baby !!

#from fhsy ep 13 #the scene where the owlbears try and buy some dusk moss lives rent free in my brain #that WHOLE bit. immaculate. i think about it a lot #why r they acting like they were law abiding citizens up to this point #you have killed people !! it makes it infinitely funnier to me #anyways ! i believe in the thistlecaster agenda guys #be the change u want 2 see in the world or Something #asks #my art #bro can u imagine how i felt when i finished fhsy and checked ao3 #and there were only 20 fics of them #crazy !!#but either way /r or /p theyre so great to me #its 5am im not cohesive enough to write about them #but Yeah !#fantasy high #fhsy

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inkyquince · 3 months

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Anyway kylar getting home from a date with pc but sadly they had to leave. Kylar just quietly kicks their trousers off and sadly takes off their strap on with a massive bloodborne inspired dildo and sets it aside for another day

#this is the most pro-kylar thing ill ever write #kylar the loner #dol #degrees of lewdity #quinceyeasyspeaky #also #no one tell quiet im still up #im supposed to be eeping #due the fact its nearly 5am #and i havent slept yett #teehee

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itsjaywalkers · 5 months

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making ghosts, ch 9

#WHAT DID I SAY #I PROMISED . AND HERE IT IS #even tho it actually almost killed me #anyways it's near 5am #im exhausted #im falling asleep as im writing these tags #so i'm just gonna shut up and go to bed #really hope u guys like it #despite being the longest one yet..#happy new year again!!#love u all very much #fic: making ghosts #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders

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cryptidranger · 7 months

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“You ruined me, you know.” “Have I?” Gortash turns from the balcony, attention shifting to the Bhaalspawn, caught up in the way the warm glow from the fire illuminates Mavrik’s body, highlighting muscles and scars. The sight of such a fierce killer so relaxed, so his, sends his heart aflutter. “I think we’re both ruining each other, my beloved.”

#i haven't written a fic in y e a r s but this damn game and its damn characters are consuming me #it's rusty but it's coming along. i hope anyways #durgetash #gortash x durge #gortash x mavrik #oc: mavrik #enver gortash #i am going insane over these two. i want to write everything but my brain is holding me back #so this is me attempting to be so brave and actually post stuff. and then crawl back into my trench bc im shy #it is 5am and i have not slept lmao

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yellowplumfruit · 6 months

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it’s very easy to feel disconnected to nature given how different humans are to most things on earth. but the nerves in our body look like the roots in the ground. that’s not a coincidence. we were made here

#i pull a weed out of the ground and am reminded that we are much more connected than i usually think we are #and it’s a nice thought #im writing this at 5am if this is incoherent then. oh well

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walrus150915 · 9 months

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HEY

I am so so so sorry guys I'M SO SORRY BUT I HAD TO OKAYYYYYYY

💥warning💥 THAT'S A SMUT FIC. IN A CAR. PRE-CANON. 4000+ WORDS. TRANS BALLISTER. AMBROSIUS DOWN BAD

Idk how to make posts pretty so I'm throwing this at you and running away

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #my fic #goodness gracious #i SUCK at writing smut (pun unintended)#im so bad at this #but practice makes perfect #so #enjoy!!!#also its like 5am rn i need to sleep #and then i wonder why my parents are disappointed in me

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coloncurlybracket · 1 year

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i am SCREAMING

the bass????? the lyrics?????? the everything?????

thank you for existing Cyclops Saga, you have made my entire EXISTENCE

my favourite is probably Remember Them, but Survive is still dear in my heart simply because the t e m p o the way the whole structure breaks down after Polities dies, and it's all centred around the beat of the club, cause thats all that Odysseus is focusing on then the way Polyphemus turns the chant that they had used as hope to a threat??????? stunning. beyond amazing

but also for your consideration i am neither man nor mythical

I NEARLY SCREAMED it was 5am i was choking back so much emotion pls i need more people to talk to about this

#my friends had to deal with this the day it came out they dont even go here #im sorry friends #it wasnt 5am for one of them but im still sorry #i was writing coherant sentences at 4am for this #epic the musical #the cyclops saga #polyphemus #survive #remember them #my goodbye #odysseus #polites #POLITES #IM S O B B I N G

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drowsystarlight · 10 months

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Sam freezes in his spot when he feels the gentle, cautious hand settle on his chest. Five’s palm is just over his shirt and he could feel the warmth emanating from their hand, a crescendo of his own heart thumping in his ears. The runner looked as if they had a lot in their mind, even glancing up at Sam and giving him a window into the darkest depths of their entire being, silently daring him to keep going on this route just so they could keep him around.

“…Five?” He mutters slowly, his cheeks turning into a shade of red from the sudden contact. It was indirect, sure, but Five never reached out to touch him before. Hell, they haven’t willingly reached out for anybody. He can’t help but feel curious and troubled about the look on their face, about how it seemed as if they badly wanted to speak…

Every beat of the flesh under their palm turns into a pattern of music into Five’s mind. It feels like a song, except it’s the only type that would soothe their nightmares.

One day i’ll finish the drawings for Heartbeat and upload the finished chapters on ao3 but today we get this old drawing I never posted with the accompanying text i made for it (also never posted)

#zombies run #runner five #sam yao #5am #zombies run fanart #zombies run fanfic #neeks draws #listen . its almost 2 am and i am bored #well i should also be asleep but im working on it i promise #anyway . yeah #i found this again after looking for a new header here #and im like ???? what?? i was so proud of this whyd i never post it #past neeks: absolutely neurotic about THIS MASTERPIECE coming out when the actual chapter for it comes out #tbh this drawing is where the fic came from #it was supposed to be a little snippet #and then bam….#hahahahahh……#writing amirite

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syn4k · 1 year

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pix if you're reading this or scrolling the tag or whatever, hi loved the finale you've really outdone yourself this season! worldbuilding and anthropology is a huge interest of mine as well, and it's been amazing watching you and the other emperors craft a pretty damn hefty and amazing sequel to empires s1. despite all the lore and the Copper King crumbs though my favorite part of the series has to have been Winchester the dodo. thank you for the he. also we are all looking at you like this

- Sincerely,

Me and Probably Most Of The Rest of the Fandom

#pixlriffs #empires smp s2 #empires smp #pixlriffs esmp s2 finale #ray's tag #just on the off chance that he sees it. this is 90% a joke post #anyways writing this felt a lot like the bugs under the rock had written a formal letter to the biologist inspecting them #which i find HILARIOUS for several reasons #im gonna stop poking the lion now and either go back to sleep or go get some caffiene in me before i die of dehydration #that was SO worth waking up at 5am for. few things are.

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 9 months

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art by aversly/carrd

ME RN!!!!!!GGGGFGHFFHFGHHGGG!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S FINALLY DONEEEEEER IM SO 😭😭😭💧💧💧💧💧😭😭😭😭💧💧😭😭😭💧♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ LOOK AT HOW HE DREW THESE TWO WTF THEY'RE SO PRETTY BOTH OF THEM WTF WTF IM FLOOREDDDDDD I'm especially like. 🥺🥺🥺🥺‼️‼️‼️‼️ AT JAIDE SHES SO GORGEOUS LIKEEEE ‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

#THISBIS SO WORTH IT IM SO HAPPY AKAKSKSJSJSJDKKSS #OK TO RB FEEL FREE BUT EAAWAHSHHAWS IM SOOOO #HIS COLORING IS PHENOMENALLLLLLLL LIKE!!!!#THIS SOUNDS WEIRD BUT LOOK AT HOW HE COLORED HER CHEST WHAGEHAHEHAHS I LOVE IT A LOT THERE'S A LOT OF ATTENTION TO DETAIL ITS FANTASTIC #THERES SO MUCH WEIGHT TO THE CLOTHES?!??? YOU CAN SEE THE LINING OF HER BODY ITS SO COOL #he mqde her look hot i will say that for DAMN SURE #AND AAOIUHHH AOUGH STEVEN MY HUSBAND HES SO POGIIITUDHEHEHEHEE #sorry i like it when steven kisses it cant be helped this is the 2nd time already WHAM💥💥💥💥💥💥💥#im gonna rb this throughout the day im so!!!!! RAAAAGGHHHH #TY JASMINE FOR RECCOMENDING HIM TO ME 😭😭😭😭 GGUUUGUHHHHHH #~ lovely gifts #♥️ memoryshipping #I NEED TO LAY DOWN ITS 5AM BUT LIKE BRBRBDVHERJHDHRHDJRHDHD GGRGRGGRGRRRRR THEM EVER <3 <3 #HE POPPED ON MY DISCORD WHILE I WAS WRITING

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xxcherrycherixx · 7 months

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I know i like to talk about cupid and blondie just fucking every second but i legit just also want them to just do normal couple shit man, like cuddling on the sofa or treating the other to their favourite home cooked meal.

Kissing each others cheeks and foreheads sweetly, holding hands everywhere. Constantly telling their respective friends about how much they love their gf.

They go to the fair and try to win each other prizes! Theres an archery game and blondie keeps telling cupid she can totally win it, cupid misses miserably. Blondie has a turn and wins immediately explaining her skills with “sometimes i get bored when you’re not home so i shoot your bow in the house” cupid just stares gobsmacked unsure wether to tell her girlfriend off or kiss her right there. (She absolutely breaks that bow when she gets home just incase blondie has accidentally hit herself with one of the arrows)

Cupid eventually starts bringing blondie through the portal and to other worlds, they never stay for long and cupid makes sure they’re very careful to not get caught but they get to go on wonderful dates.

Blondie starts bringing cupid with her on field work days, cupid takes it very serious and helps as best she can (although she does sneak kisses in now and then which distracts blondie)

They live in a little cottage, near a forest so blondie can explore (occasionally cupid gets dragged along with her, she still isn’t a big fan of the woods though) they have multiple spare bedrooms and when people ask why they have so many empty bedrooms they just give each other a look and make an excuse about how the place just came like that and they didn’t really mind the extra space.

Those spare rooms quickly become kids rooms (and a cub room, blondie brings home a baby bear one day and cupid just sighs in acceptance of the fact that she’s now also a mother to a bear. She of course loves that little one just as much as their other kids though)

None of the children are cupid’s biologically, she states that shes not comfortable with the idea of birth so Instead they’re all either a mix of blondie’s genes and a donors genes or they’re adopted.

Cupid’s family happily take in blondie and the kids as family, but they always give cupid sad looks when blondie and the kids aren’t around. Nonetheless blondie gets invited to join their parties and get togethers as cupid’s plus one, Aphrodite likes the blonde girl very much and tells her to call her auntie too, she often invites the girl to join her and her friends for drinks claiming blondie is great at sharing gossip.

As the fairytale worlds society changes, Blondies family comes around to accepting the relationship. especially when blondie introduces their first child, a girl with golden curls. All the remaining walls drop and blondies mother scoops her daughter up in a tearful hug proud of her for becoming a mother too and apologises for not being there to support her through the pregnancy. Blondie’s mother makes sure to be there for every single one afterwards and it makes blondie so happy.

But not everything is “just right” in a relationship. ( hey guys trigger warnings here for like um lots of shit about death and suicide 😬 whoops it got angsty)

Theres a lingering dark cloud that hangs over cupid and blondie’s relationship. Cupid doesn’t bring it up but she knows and hates whats to come, Its a horrible realisation that strikes her not long after they start dating, its the reason her family gives her pitying looks, its the reason she refuses to have biological kids of her own even though she wants to. She notices her wife change, and she changes herself physically to match, but its never real.

Blondie is aging and she isn’t.

She confides in briar one afternoon, the girl was meant to sleep 100 years and outlive her friends and family, and while she wont have to do that anymore, she still had to live with knowing it was going to happen. Briar tries to comfort her, but fails. She tells cupid to tell blondie, but she refuses to.

Two years into their marriage blondie becomes pregnant with their first child. When their daughter turns one years old cupid visits her family alone and cries. She cries and screams about the future, how quickly one will turn to ten and ten will turn to her first child being lowered into a grave. Her father holds her silently, knowing that nothing he says can comfort her.

Cupid continues for the next decade trying to keep her fears at bay, and then blondie gets a call about a loss in the family. An older relative who had taken their own life not long after the death of their spouse.

Another horrifying realisation hits cupid. She doesn’t confide in anyone about this one.

one day Aphrodite finally lets it slip to blondie that cupid will outlive her and their entire family.

Blondie struggles with learning this, she had known her wife was immortal and very much older than her, but having it finally hit her that her wife will outlive her by thousands upon thousands of years with most likely many lovers after to replace her hurts. Knowing cupid and their family will be her forever, but she and their family will not be cupid’s forever, absolutely tears her heart to shreds.

One day she breaks and tells cupid, her wife tells her that she will in fact “be her forever”, that there will be no one else after her. Blondie accepts it as a lie to comfort her, but one day she realises what cupid really meant. she feels sick and terrified of her wife’s intentions, but she feels even more sick at the relief it gives her to know that she wont just be a short fling the other woman will one day forget.

They don’t speak on it again and they definitely dont tell cupid’s family of her future intentions, they continue to live happy and in love, but every now and then they think about the shared grave that awaits them.

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