eternity || epilogue

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hiiiiiiiii lauren <3333 i ALSO love these wips they are Our wips. to me.

🥀 domdrop fic - have you experienced writer’s block on this fic? Is it over or are you still trying to unlock it?

wah yeah....unfortunately this one suffered the horrors of me trying to explore wayyyy too many things in one fic which means i had to surgically remove some of it (leading to the creation of the sadist!buck fic lol), and now i'm trying to figure out how exactly to stitch the remaining overarching themes together in a coherent way! right now it's like. 70% sex scenes by weight, and while many of those ARE developing the character arcs i'm also like damn i need to work out how to connect all of this. also this wip is still trying to figure if it wants to be like 7k or like 20k, which is a real thinker lol.

⛓️ sadist!buck fic - spend some time on the fic, this could be editing, or writing, or making a mood board or social media post

well you know that in the emotional moodboard for this one, the first picture is Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It by David Altmejd lmao. besides that here's another snippet from the fic i've been playing around with!

In the morning light, Eddie is beautiful and serene, eyes warm as he sits on Buck's couch, Christopher tucked into his side, Theo sprawled on his lap. There's no hint of discomfort in his bearing, just an indulgent smile on his face as Theo nibbles at the end of one of his hoodie strings. "Gross," Chris comments, flat with teenage bemusement. Buck ruffles his hair from his other side, leaving careful space between himself and Eddie. "Did I do that, when I was a kid?" Buck snorts. "I'm pretty sure every kid goes through a bitey phase, Chris." Eddie hums, all twinkly eyes and indulgent smiles. He catches Buck's eye. "Of course," he says, a warm joke tucked into the corner of his lips. "Of course you were a bitey kid, Buck." His tone is light, his words easy. Buck thinks about teeth marks on his arms, grooves on pencils, bitten-down nails. “Stop scratching, Evan, you’ll leave marks.” Does it count as being a bitey kid when you never left grooves in anyone but yourself?  No point in wondering or lingering. Instead, he snaps his teeth at Eddie, joking, laughing. It’s okay, he wants to say. I know better than to make you bleed.