#that I've been looking forward to for OVER A YEAR

[msafterhours]

A Single Trip Around the Sun

It's wild to think about, but today marks a year's time since I released "Drive" and dove back into writing. Funnily enough, it's also been just over 5 years since I stopped updating my first ever story, which began in March of 2019 and ended in late October of the same year.

I wrote & published over 75,000 words between October 2023 & March 2024 to varying degrees of quality and personal satisfaction. Two of those stories still remain public, while the third has been made private due to my own personal dissatisfaction with the finished product.

Over the past 7 months or so, things have been less than ideal, and while I wish that there could be more finished products to share with you all, I'd be lying if I said I've been in the right mindset to produce work that's up to my personal standards. However, that isn't to say that there hasn't been incredible work produced during that time. More on that in a second.

I personally don't view myself as a particularly creative person. Writing is very difficult for me to find success in (especially compared to other interests), but I enjoy the process of learning and growth. Thus, a significant amount of my time over the past half decade or so has been spent researching techniques, learning how to improve the quality of my work, and compiling those lessons into notes for my own future reference.

So, I'd like to take this opportunity to share that knowledge with anyone that might find it helpful. Contained within are archives of my external writing related research, saved passages from my favorite works produced by the community, and a bit of a peek behind the curtain into my older works & the planning that goes into a standard project of mine.

If nothing else, I hope you choose to look through the community quote archives and join me in celebrating the incredible content featured within. These are only small fragments of the wonderful work put together by @capslocked , @kooyabooya , @majorblinks , @iznsfw , @jeneveuxrein , @yieldtotemptation , and so many others who have blessed us with their awe-inspiring talent. There's plenty of other content that I haven't gotten around to including quite yet, but I have every intention of keeping this updated moving forward, so keep an eye out for even more magnificent inclusions in the near future.

I hope anyone who decides to check it out enjoys their time doing so and finds a bit of inspiration or helpful information within. Thank you so much to the over one thousand people who have chosen to follow this blog and thank you very much to everyone who's chosen to spend your time reading my work!

Sincerely,

Mirror's Secrets / Tyler ❤️

[mrsriddles-blog]

I miss my mamas | C.S

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

WC: 1.2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, angst, fluff…

Summary: In which you are on a little trip and Chris is missing you…

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem? You've been all weird and mopey the entire video." Nick asks from the backseat as he pulls out a box of donuts, partially for him, but partially to hopefully cheer Chris up.

"Oh nothing." Chris mumbles, crossing his arms as he pouts.

Matt raises his eyebrows in question, shaking his head as he sighs.

"Come on, Chris. What's going on?" Matt asks, his tone softer than Nicks abrasive and abrupt one.

"Guys, it's nothing." Chris huffs, looking out the window.

His phone buzzes and he moves faster than his brothers had ever seen him move in their lives. It was the most excited he seemed during this video until he saw the notification and frowned and dramatically throws his phone to the floor.

"Alright bud, we are going to talk about this. What's going on?" Matt demands.

"I miss my mamas!" Chris cries dramatically.

He genuinely was upset, his eyes watering as he looked away. He felt like a baby right now. He just missed you, his girlfriend of two years. You both had grown so close to the point you saw each other every day. You practically lived with the triplets. But, you told Chris you needed to handle some stuff and do a bit of traveling to see family. He assumed it'd be a few days, but it's been two weeks.

To make matters worse, the time zones were different so texting and calling was almost impossible. The most he got from you was "good morning" or "goodnight, I love you baby!"

Matt frowns, realizing how upset his brother truly was. Nick was laughing over the nickname he had for you, not realizing he was genuinely upset. Matt pulls Chris into a hug and Nick stops laughing as he realized that Chris was indeed upset.

"Hey, she'll be back soon." Nick says softly, trying to cheer him up.

"She said a few days. It's been two fucking weeks. We haven't been apart this long in forever." Chris says, genuinely upset.

Matt reaches forward to turn the camera off. He hated seeing his brother so upset. It wasn't like him to get upset. He was always the most energetic, the happiest and goofiest of the three of them.

"Have a donut, you'll feel better." Nick urges.

"I don't want a fucking donut. I want to see my girlfriend." Chris huffs, turning away from his brothers.

Matt looks at Nick who nods after shoving his donut in his mouth as he looked at his phone. Matt started the car, driving back to their house.

Chris was the first out of the car, storming into the house before slowing as the lights were on when they weren't on when they left. He heard shuffling and moving around as both Matt and Nick walk in. You poke your head around the corner, confused as you thought you had more time.

"Mamas?" Chris mumbles in surprise.

"He got upset. Sorry, we couldn't stall any longer." Matt says, sending an apologetic smile to you.

"It's alright. Come here, bubs. I wanted to surprise you when I got back." You say, opening your arms in which he wasted no time getting to you.

"I thought you wouldn't be back for my birthday." He mumbles, thinking about tomorrow.

"Hey! There's us too!" Nick grumbles.

"She's my girlfriend." Chris argues.

"Alright, alright, I'm right here, bubs. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. In fact, that was part of the reason why I was gone a bit longer than expected. I was getting your guys' presents. Had to be picked up, not shipped." You explain.

"You got us a present too?" Nick asks.

"Well duh! You two are like my brothers. You guys are such dummy's sometimes. I love you two to death and I missed you guys a bunch!" You say, leaving Chris's hold to hug both Matt and Nick.

"You didn't have to get us anything." Matt says, his cheeks flushed red.

"Uh, yeah I did. I've got the coolest presents. Anyhow, dinner should be about done. I set a movie up for us all to watch and set up the couches for us." You explain, turning to make your way to the kitchen.

Chris followed like a lost puppy and Nick and Matt said they'd grab the drinks after they change. Chris wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. You lean back against him as you continue to make plates.

"You can't ever leave me that long again, ma." He mumbles.

"I don't think I can...I felt like I was going to lose it after two days. It was the hardest two weeks of my life. If I ever got to go that long again, I'm bringing you with me." You admit, your cheeks flushing red at your confession.

"Thank god...we hardly texted and called. I know it was different time zones...but I was really scared we were drifting apart." He admits quietly.

You turn, wrapping your arms around his neck as you look up at him with furrowed brows, pouty lips and glossy eyes. His hands settle on your hips.

"Chris, I don't think I could ever drift apart from you. Those two weeks were brutal...but it made me realize how much I truly love you—not that I didn't know it before, but that entire time I thought of you. I couldn't not think of you. I would see things and would be like, Chris would love this. I wanted to call and text, but I know you and the boys have been busy. I didn't want to interrupt your guys’ work. But, I realize how much I love that we are constantly near each other. Some may call us clingy, but I love whatever it is we have. I feel so content, happy and safe with you and I wouldn't have it any other way." You murmur.

"I missed you so much, mamas." He murmurs, leaning down and kissing you softly.

"We are coming in! Be clothed!" Nick yells.

You pull apart from the kiss, chuckling as you pull Chris into a tight hug. He laughs, holding you closer to him.

"I miss you too. I promise I won't ever leave that long again and if I do, you're coming with me." You murmur.

"What about me?" Nick asks with a pout.

"You're such an attention seeking whore." Matt says, rolling his eyes.

"Okay! Matt's arrived! Here we go with the fucking Mattitude." Nick says, staring at Matt with surprise.

"I'd bring you two with me too, but you guys would be in the backseat. Chris would be in the front with me." You say with a soft smile.

"He called me an attention seeking whore." Nick grumbles as he helps grab drinks as you and Chris grab plates.

"You two need to be nicer to each other." You laugh softly, leading the way to the living room and setting plates down.

"He started it!" He pouts.

"Dear god." Chris mumbles.

"They were having a moment, idiot! It was cute!" Matt exclaims.

"Guys, it's okay. Chris and I don't mind. We were about to bring the plates in anyway. There's no need to get upset." You say softly.

You take Chris's hand before he could say something to go against your words. He squeezes your hand before pulling you to your guys' favorite couch.

[entitled-fangirl]

All the time we wish for.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT just smut dude

Summary: Cregan is eager to show his wife the Northern hot springs.

A/n: Based on an ask from forever ago- I think from @princessvelaryon before we became friends but I can't remember 😭😭 queen if it was you, you're a real one

Masterlist

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"Cregan, where are w-"

"-Just trust me, sweet girl. Trust me."

She eyes him, not able to stay angry at the happiness that radiates from him. "I do…" she trailed off.

"Almost there. Should be right…" his head turned back and forth in search of something. "Ah." He pulled her in the direction his eyes were set on. 

He pulls her into a cave, immediately moving to take off her cloak. She pulls away in concern at first- taking off a cloak in the dead of winter here feels like a death sentence. But his head tilted just slightly and he moved forward to do it again, to which she let him. 

The fur dropped onto the ground of the cave. She looked over her shoulder at it. 

At the sight of her neck exposed, Cregan leaned to her and nipped at the skin. 

She jumped, a breath escaping her. "Cregan, my cloak-"

"The cold won't seep into your bones here," he muttered against her neck. 

"What?"

"You're not cold, are you?" He asked.

She looked down to the goosebumps on her arms, but she knew it wasn't from the cold. 

He lips pulled into a small smile. "My father showed me my first hot spring when I was a boy of six. Warmed us when snow fell a moon before it was supposed to. I've been hunting these spots out for years now. But this one is by far my favorite."

She took in the sight, walking further into the cave. Exactly as he said, the further she moved in, the less the cold could bother her. She looked back to him, to which he waved out, encouraging her to explore it more. 

A light waterfall poured into a small pool of water, steam waving around it. 

He moved behind her, now without his own cloak. His fingers brushed against her arm. "Do you want to try it?"

"You can… get in?"

"You can. If you want."

"I do," she breathed as she stared out at the water.

Cregan's fingers moved to her dress, pulling at the laces. His scarred and calloused fingers became gentle with her, as if handling thin glass. The laces were pulled with a gentleness she didn't even feel, but she knew from the way his arms moved from her peripheral vision and the loosening of her dress. 

Eventually, she had to hold the dress up as he finished. It would have been hard to tell when he was finished if not for the sudden kisses he began to place on her shoulder. The rough pads of his fingers pushed away the material. 

She let go, letting it fall to the ground. Cregan took on the next challenge of her thin layers of underskirt, but he was quick to pull the ribbons apart. Piece by piece, her clothing fell onto the dirt covered floor of the cave, but neither really cared.

She was growing impatient, and by the time Cregan had untied the last bit of her skirt, she was all but tearing at her shift. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, the adrenaline doing nothing to help her coordination. He pushed her up against his chest, reaching his arms around to help her. 

She watched his large fingers unbutton each one at a pace too slow for her. "Cregan-"

"-We have all the time we wish for," He murmured.

She forced herself to take a small breath, though it was shaky. 

Cregan's hand ran down her stomach once he finished, admiring the woman against him. 

She whined lightly and leaned her head back against his shoulder, to which she earned a chuckle from him. His hand moved down her shift, grabbing the fabric and beginning to pull it up at an agonizingly slow pace. 

She felt the air move up her legs as the shift came up until it paused at her upper thigh. "Don't stop now."

"Should I?" He asked as his nose pressed to the side of her head, his voice in her ear. "I do love to watch you beg, my love."

"You either continue the Stark line with me in this hot spring-"

"Or what?" He asked with a smirk, pulling away from her and turning her to face him. Her shift fell back down.

Her confidence faltered for a second, then turned to teasing. "Or the line ends with you."

A low growl sounded from his throat. His eyes raked over her slowly as a new light came to his eyes. "Take it off."

She did so, dropping it quickly as Cregan focused on the strings of his doublet. 

As soon as she was bare, she moved to help Cregan but he held a hand out as his eyes took her in. He spoke, but his voice trailed off a bit as if distracted by the sight. "I've… I've got it."

She tilted her head in amusement and ran a hand down his chest, accepting his decision. She moved down to the spring, sitting at the edge, and dipped her leg in. She let out an instinctive groan at the feeling.

Cregan's lips parted as he watched her. He truly did mean to undress himself, but he was distracted. 

"Cregan," she chided at him lightly. 

He gave a heavy blink and snapped out of his daze, "Sorry, I-"

She gave him a knowing look. 

He made quick work of pulling off his doublet, yanking at the strings of the next layer until he stood in only his trousers and boots. 

He stepped down to her side, standing behind her with a hesitation.

She peered up at him from under her lashes. 

He felt the tent in his pants at the sight, one he was more familiar with than he cared to admit. It reminded him of all the nights he had returned to their chambers in a rage from planning for this war. She had always sat on that sofa with a knowing smile, asking if he was stressed. 

She had a way of taking away his stress before he even remembered how it got there. 

"Changing your mind now?" She asked him softly.

He shook his head, sitting down next to her and beginning to unlace his boots. "I'd like to believe I'm a man that follows through."

She kicked at the water lightly. "Follow through then."

Cregan's breath hitched as he looked to her. "I will."

He pulled his boots off, throwing them aside and pulling at his pants. He quickly got into the small pool, letting out a sinful groan as the warmth enveloped him. 

She watched the man with pure adoration in her eyes. The way his broad shoulders flexed as he lowered himself made her brush her thighs together. 

He turned in the water, now facing her with a broad smile. He pulled himself to her and kissed her leg lightly. He nuzzled at her knee, silently asking her to spread her legs. She hesitated, knowing his smile would only turn cocky if she did so. 

He brought a hand up, the water dripping down his wrist. His fingers brushed up her calf to her knee, pushing that leg to the side. His eyes moved slowly to her core, his eyes lighting up. 

She felt her entire body heat up as her husband admired her. Though she wanted to close her legs, she'd never felt safer. 

He kissed her leg lightly, holding her leg out to give him room. He began to kiss up her leg. 

She reached out quickly behind his head to pull his hair up before it dipped in the water. He grinned up at her and continued his movements. 

She watched in agony as his lips moved closer and closer to the very place she wanted them. When his lips ghosted over her clit, his breath brushing over it became antagonizing. She tugged at his hair in instinct, earning a playful glare of lust from the man. His light eyes had a dark intent behind them, a sin neither of them were ashamed of. 

Cregan laid a soft kiss to her slit, purposefully bumping his nose against her bundle of nerves. A small squeak sounded from her, spurring something deep inside of him. 

He stood in the pool, grabbing her hips firmly and lowering her into the water against him. She held his shoulders, relaxing in the warm water. 

He shifted her lightly, now completely wrapping his arm around her so their bodies were as close as possible, his face tucking into her neck and kissing at the skin. 

Her head fell back, her mouth opening in bliss. As she had done earlier with him, Cregan grabbed her hair, clumping it in one large hand while pulling at the roots as well. It was a mission to him to keep her hair dry, for if it didn't, she'd surely freeze once out of the cave. 

"Cregan, please."

The hand around her waist fell, moving down between her thighs. He rubbed at her slit through the water, slipping a finger in. 

She gasped. 

…

It's an unspoken fact that most Starks were created in the Northern hot springs, and there's no doubt that one was created that cold day. 

Cregan had never been more thankful for the sudden snow.

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[beomgyucoded]

Genre: established relationship, idol!Taehyun x non idol!Reader, fluff, so much fluff and warmth, slightly suggestive

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: none that I can think of other than it being the slightest bit suggestive in one part

Summary: The Star Chapter: Sanctuary was gearing up for release and fans couldn't help but point out how the album feels like it was written in glitter pen.

The air was warm, both outside and inside your room. You stretched lazily on the bed, feeling the soft cotton sheets against your skin for the first time in hours. Taehyun’s chuckle floated through the space behind you.

“You look so content,” he remarked, amusement lacing his voice.

You turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smile on his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Can you blame me? This bed feels like a cloud.”

Taehyun chuckled again, pushing himself off the door frame and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” he said softly.

“I’m surprised you were able to come over. I’ve missed you,” you murmured, sitting up and leaning into his touch.

"I've missed you too," Taehyun whispered, his gaze tender.

The warmth of his hand against your cheek ignited a familiar flame in your heart. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away.

“They’re working you guys way too hard,” you pouted.

“You have no idea,” Taehyun sighed, his expression turning somber.

“It’s been non-stop. I feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe.”

You placed a comforting hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“You need to take care of yourself. Don’t push yourself too hard."

Taehyun’s eyes softened at your words.

“I’m trying," he whispered.

“You have to promise me too,” he insisted. 

“Have you taken any breaks today?”

His voice grew firmer, knowing how easily you lost yourself in work.

"I... I might have gotten a bit caught up," you admitted sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

"You and your dedication," he teased gently. 

"Always diving headfirst into your work without thinking of yourself."

Feeling a twinge of guilt, you playfully swatted his arm before leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder. Taehyun wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you.

"I think we both need a break," Taehyun murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“I agree,” you whispered, soaking in his warmth.

After a comfortable silence, Taehyun gently took your hand in his, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your palm. His touch sent a wave of reassurance through you, reminding you that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you’d always have each other.

You first met years ago, when Taehyun was still a trainee. You would often take evening dance classes at a nearby studio for fun and enjoyed clearing your mind after busy days. It wasn’t uncommon to see other trainees spilling out into the hallways or staying late to practice.

One night, you noticed someone else working in the studio next to yours. He looked deeply focused, repeating the same moves over and over until they were just right. You had seen him around before, but that night he looked especially exhausted, covered in sweat and slowing down with each movement. 

On your way out, you decided to take a chance and knocked on his door, offering him one of the water bottles you brought.

"Here, it looks like you need it more than I do," you said with a small smile. 

He seemed surprised but grateful as he accepted the bottle. 

"Thanks...I'm Taehyun," he introduced himself with a shy smile, catching his breath. 

From then on, the two of you would often chat after class about your days, your dreams, and the hard work required to keep pushing forward. 

Over time, these late-night encounters became routine. You would hang out in the hallway after class and talk about anything and everything, enjoying each other's company and finding solace in being understood by one another. 

When Taehyun finally debuted with TOMORROW X TOGETHER, you were one of the first people to congratulate him. Despite his busy new schedule, your friendship continued to grow deeper as you continued supporting each other through life's ups and downs. Without realizing it, those late-night talks and shared aspirations brought you closer until eventually, you became something more.

You remember when he asked you out, that night a mixture of chaos, confusion and relief. 

Taehyun had planned everything out carefully. He’d decided that after movie night at the dorm, he’d casually ask you if you wanted to take a walk, giving him the perfect opening to finally tell you how he felt. What he didn’t know, was that his members had noticed his feelings long ago and were each, in their own quiet way, scheming to help him along.

You arrived at the dorm and Yeonjun was the first to greet you, holding the door open with a warm smile and an encouraging, “Hey, glad you could make it.” 

Then he threw a sidelong look at Taehyun, who blinked in surprise but brushed it off.

The movie was picked carefully by Beomgyu, a romantic comedy that the group had never watched together before. He insisted, with a knowing look at both of you,

“We need something lighthearted tonight, don’t you think?”

As the movie went on, Taehyun tried to focus, but the occasional glances from his friends were keeping him on edge. Halfway through, Kai got up to dim the lights even further, leaning over with a grin. 

“You know, dim lighting really makes the whole vibe cozier, doesn’t it?”

“Sure, I guess…” Taehyun mumbled, catching your eye with an apologetic smile. 

You gave him an amused look back, sensing his friends were up to something but deciding to stay quiet.

Finally, as the credits rolled, Taehyun gathered his courage and turned to you, just as Kai and Soobin exchanged an exaggerated stretch and yawn, subtly nudging the rest of the members to leave the room. Taehyun, still slightly clueless to their orchestrations, took his chance.

“Hey,” he started softly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the others were gone, “do you want to go for a walk? I thought it’d be nice to get some air…”

You agreed, and the two of you slipped out, walking side by side in the cool evening air. Before Taehyun could say what he’d planned, Beomgyu appeared out of nowhere, calling after you with a suspiciously innocent expression. 

“Forgot to say goodnight!” he said, grinning. 

Then he added, with a barely hidden smirk, “Make sure you two enjoy yourselves!”

After Beomgyu disappeared, Taehyun groaned, finally realizing what his friends had been up to. He laughed, turning to you with a shake of his head. 

“I’m pretty sure they were trying to set this whole thing up tonight.”

“Well,” you replied with a soft smile, “it’s about time you caught on. Did you really not know?”

Taehyun’s face softened as he looked at you, taking your hand with a quiet laugh. 

“Guess they saved me some trouble. I wanted to ask… if maybe you’d like to go on a date with me?”

You nodded, your hand fitting easily in his, and you both laughed at the subtle chaos of the night. In the end, the efforts of his well-meaning members brought you together in exactly the way he’d hoped. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” Taehyun’s voice brought you back to the present. 

“Huh?”

You blinked, realizing you had zoned out while lost in the memory of that night. 

Taehyun chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned back. 

“You were miles away just now. I thought maybe I lost you to the stars or something.”

You smiled back at Taehyun, grateful for the way everything had unfolded. 

"Sure, let's watch a movie," you replied, grabbing your laptop from your desk, closing out all the programs you had opened.

Opening Netflix, you decided on a movie neither of you had seen before, but had saved to your watchlist. 

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the movie playing on the screen. You nestled closer to Taehyun, feeling the warmth of his body as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in. 

The movie was acting as background noise, neither of you were really paying attention. His rare free time meant more than just physical proximity, it was the comfort of having him fully present with you, not thinking about schedules or meetings or the endless hours of practice.

"Do you want me to grab some popcorn?" you whispered, feeling a shift in his posture.

Taehyun didn't answer right away. 

Instead, he shifted slightly, his eyes glued to the screen as if something had caught his attention. You looked up at him, puzzled.

"Taehyunnie?" you asked gently, softly poking his side.

His arm was still holding you close, but his gaze seemed distant, focused, as if he were deep in thought. Then, his eyes snapped back to you and you could see the spark of realization in them.

"Wait," he murmured, his voice tinged with excitement. 

"Can you… can you grab me a pen? I just got an idea."

You blinked in surprise. 

"A pen? Now?"

He shrugged apologetically, his face lighting up with that familiar, almost boyish grin. 

"I know, I know. I didn’t expect it either. But it’s like—" He paused, trying to find the right words. 

"It’s like the lyrics just clicked. I need to write them down before I forget."

With a soft laugh, you paused the movie and sat up. 

"Okay, okay. I’ll get you your pen," you teased. 

"But only if you promise not to get lost in your thoughts for the next hour."

Taehyun smirked, his eyes twinkling. 

"I’ll try, but no promises. Inspiration’s a funny thing."

Giggling, you made your way to your desk, rummaging around for a pen. 

Since most of your work was done digitally, you didn't have many writing tools on hand.

You sifted through the small drawer of your desk, and just as you were about to give up, your eyes spotted one.

"Found one," you said, turning to Taehyun with a grin.

Taehyun’s eyes lit up as you handed it to him. 

"Is this a glitter pen?"

You nodded, chuckling softly. 

"Yep, a pretty pink one."

Taehyun chuckled, taking the glittery pink pen from you and pulling out the small notebook he always carried around with him. 

After a moment, Taehyun looked up, a spark of excitement in his eyes. 

“This is it,” he murmured. 

“I think this pen is magic.”

You raised an eyebrow in amusement. 

“Magic, huh?”

He nodded, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. 

"I don’t know what it is, but everything I’m writing right now feels perfect."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching as he carefully wrote down more lyrics. 

"Maybe it’s the glitter.”

“The glitter is definitely a vibe,” he said with a laugh, not looking up from the notebook. 

He continued to write, his expression one of pure focus. It was mesmerizing to watch him work, to witness his creative process unfold right before your eyes.

He was so absorbed, and you couldn’t help but admire the way he worked, so focused, so in tune with his craft.

The soft sounds of the pen tapping on the paper was the only thing that filled the room, a comforting rhythm in the otherwise peaceful silence.

You shifted a little closer, resting your head on his shoulder, watching him finish the last few lines. When he finally put the pen down and leaned back, he glanced over at you with that familiar, warm smile.

"Done?" you asked, a teasing glint in your voice.

"Yeah," Taehyun replied softly, his gaze lingering on you. 

“What?” you asked with a laugh, nudging him gently.

He shook his head, the mischievous glint still present in his eyes. 

Taehyun just watched you for a moment, the softest smile playing at the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t respond. You tilted your head, waiting, but he seemed lost in thought again, his eyes warm and full of affection as they met yours.

Finally, he glanced back at the glitter pen on the bed, a small smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Yeah, it must be the pen,” he said with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. 

“Definitely something magic about it.”

You laughed, playfully pushing him. 

“Glitter is powerful, you know.”

He chuckled, nodding along. But in his mind, he knew that the pen didn’t play a part at all. The real magic, his biggest source of inspiration, was sitting right there beside him. For now, he’d let you believe it was the pen. 

Taehyun’s eyes held yours, and without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The warmth of his touch ignited something deep within you, each soft, lingering kiss drawing you further under his spell.

His lips trailed slowly from yours, brushing along your jaw and down to your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. 

His voice, barely a whisper, reached your ear, sending a thrill through you. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along your waist.

A shiver ran down your spine as you held him closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, your touch electrifying even the smallest points of contact. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your fingertips, grounding you in this intimate moment.

You let your fingers trail down his back, as you listened to the steady rise and fall of his breaths. Taehyun pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. There was a glint of something playfully wicked there, and a quiet longing that made your heart race.

“Should we try and actually watch the movie this time?” he whispered, though his eyes were fixed on you, clearly not invested in the idea of focusing on the screen. 

You blush at his attempt to divert your attention away from the inevitable, undeniable pull between the two of you.

With a shy smile, you nodded in agreement, feigning innocence. 

"Sure, we should probably try to watch the movie. But I make no promises," you teased, reaching up to brush his hair away from his face.

"You’re dangerous, you know that?" Taehyun murmured, his voice low and full of affection.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against your temple.

“Dangerous?” you repeated with a teasing grin. 

How?”

He chuckled softly, his hand finding yours once more, fingers intertwining effortlessly. 

"Because you make it impossible to focus on anything but you."

You rolled your eyes, though your smile couldn’t hide how his words affected you. 

"You’re such a flirt," you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

You bit your lip, leaning in just enough so your noses brushed, the spark of chemistry crackling between you. 

Taehyun’s smile softened, but his eyes still danced with mischief. 

“Did I mention that you’re dangerous?”

“You love it,” you replied, letting your gaze linger a little longer before pulling back to glance at your laptop screen again.

But Taehyun wasn’t ready to let go of the moment. 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was just a touch longer than a peck.

He pulled back, his lips still hovering close to yours. 

“You know, I’m starting to think the only thing I want to focus on right now is you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart racing a little faster. 

“I’m starting to think that’s exactly what I want too.”

And with that, the movie was officially forgotten, for the second time that night. Your focus solely on each other.

Months had passed since that night, it was the last time you’d been able to see each other. The whirlwind of TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s comeback was finally in full swing, The Star Chapter: Sanctuary was about to drop, and everything was a blur of excitement. 

Teasers, track previews, and concept photos flooded your social media feeds. 

You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you watched the fans get hyped, knowing all the hard work that had gone into this moment. 

Scrolling through fan posts, one in particular makes you pause.

"All their songs are written with pink sparkly gel pens made to listen for pretty people only."

A laugh slips out before you can stop it. You remember that late night so vividly, the glow in Taehyun’s eyes when you handed him that silly pink glitter pen, and how he insisted that everything he wrote that night felt perfect. You wonder if any of them actually made it into the final lyrics. 

Without thinking twice, you copy the link of the post and quickly send it to Taehyun, adding a message:

You lean back in your seat, feeling a soft warmth in your chest. You missed him terribly, though you’ve gotten used to it. Getting to see him live his dream was more than fulfilling and it made the time you did get to spend together even more special. Your phone buzzes not long after, his name flashing on the screen.

A second message quickly follows, this time with an image attached. You open it, your heart skipping a beat.

It was a photo of the lyrics Taehyun had written that night, the ones you only got a tiny glimpse of. 

You stare at the photo, fingers hovering over your phone screen as you read the lyrics he wrote. The familiar handwriting makes your heart skip a beat. You can't help but smile, your mind, once again, racing back to that night. 

Without wasting a moment, you tap out a quick message to him:

Can you call me?

You sit back, mind still racing, until the sound of your ringtone fills the car. 

"Hello?" you say, your voice filled with curiosity.

"Hey," Taehyun’s voice is warm, comforting, and you can hear the slight smile in his tone. 

"Those lyrics are so sweet," you say, your smile widening. 

"You held onto my pen, didn’t you?"

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Taehyun chuckles softly. 

"I did," he admits, his voice filled with a quiet kind of pride. 

"I actually wrote all of my lyrics for this album with that pen."

You feel your breath catch in your throat. 

"Seriously?" 

You’re both amused and amazed. 

"I didn’t know a glitter pen could hold that much inspiration."

"Well, it’s not the pen," Taehyun says, his voice turning a little more serious, but still light. 

"It’s just that the pen reminded me of something important. Something I wanted to express for this comeback."

You tilt your head, puzzled. 

“What do you mean?"

"The lyrics... they feel like a reflection of my feelings," Taehyun explains softly. 

"And a lot of them made it onto the album. I’m not surprised though. This album is... different. It’s more of a love album this time around."

A warm feeling spreads through you, his words lingering in the air like a soft melody. 

"And, uh, I may have told you it was the pen," Taehyun continues, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"But really, it wasn’t the glitter or the pen that sparked anything."

You can hear the quiet sincerity in his voice now, and you sit up a little straighter, listening intently.

"It was you," he says, his voice so gentle and full of affection that it makes your chest tighten. 

"You’re the magic, the real inspiration. I could never have written these lyrics without you in my life. Without you, it wouldn’t have come together the way it did."

Your heart swells at his words, your mind reeling with emotion. 

"Taehyun..." 

You can barely find your voice, but your feelings are so clear. You’ve always known how much he meant to you, but hearing him say this, knowing he sees you as his muse, makes you feel overly emotional.

"I’m not just talking about the lyrics," Taehyun continues, his words coming from a deeper place now. 

"I’m talking about everything. The way you’re always there for me, even when things are tough. You’re my biggest inspiration, my strength, and you make me believe in things I never thought possible."

There’s a pause, and you can hear him exhale softly. 

"I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I’ll always be thankful for you, for the way you make me feel, and the way you light up my world."

You swallow hard, trying to steady the emotions rushing through you. 

"Taehyun..." You repeat his name, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"You don’t know how much that– you mean to me. I—I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything," he replies, his tone tender. 

"I just wanted you to know that even though I joked about the pen, it’s always been you. You’re the reason everything falls into place."

A few more moments of silence pass, and then Taehyun adds, "I wanted to share that with you at some point, I was hoping it’d be a bit more romantic than this though."

You smile softly, the weight of his words settling into your heart. 

"I’m glad too. Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he started, letting out a small sigh followed by a chuckle, “I was going to ask you to come out with me the night before the album releases. I’d give you your usual album listen, and then tell you everything I just said while we watched the sunrise.”

“And you say you’re as cold as Antarctica,” you teased. 

"I have to get going now, we have a choreography lesson," Taehyun says, his voice matching your teasing tone. 

"But really, I wanted you to know, every time you listen to the album, that you’re in there.”

You feel your heart flutter. 

"I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard."

There’s a brief pause before Taehyun laughs softly. 

"I’m glad you think so. Just don’t forget who the real magic is."

You grin, feeling a warmth spread through you as you hear the affection in his voice. 

"I won’t forget. I promise."

a/n: finally a story that isn't a beomgyu one lol. I'm just kidding, but here's another idea inspired by this comeback and a few posts I've seen! A few of my friends actually suggested Yeonjun for this idea, but I went with Taehyun in the end cause he was the first member I thought of when I came up with this. I hope you enjoy it! as always, comments, reblogs and asks are much appreciated!

Taehyun Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buddie: I'm excited to see what's next for Buck, Eddie and Chris

Going forward, unless it's for reference purposes, I will NO LONGER post anything about BT 2.0.

Before I explain why I won't be posting anything about BT 2.0, I'll begin with a brief summary. In 2021, I watched "The Shooting" live (related post linked here) and it was one of the best scenes in television I'd ever seen. Since then, I've probably watched it more than a hundred times and during the hiatus between seasons 4 and 5, I purchased every episode of 9-1-1's previous seasons and I spent the entire summer watching seasons 2 - 4 because I wanted to know more about Buck and Eddie's relationship. I noticed the emotional and casual intimacy they shared and when I compared it to the relationships they had with love interests, it was easy to see there was a huge and noticeable difference.

My excitement for the show dramatically increased before season 5 began in September 2021 and later that year, I found the Buddie fandom here on Tumblr and I was even more excited because I didn't know fandoms for TV shows even existed. By the time April 2022 rolled around, I finally decided to rejoin Tumblr (after being off it for a while) because I wanted to communicate with people who liked Buddie and the Buckley-Diaz family.

I started out by doing small posts regarding the things I noticed but a whole knew world was opened to me after I started reading METAs fanfics and theories along with viewing GIF sets and fanart. It didn't take me long to start posting my own METAs and speculations and I when I wanted to add GIFs to my posts, I taught myself how to make them on my iPad. In January 2023, I started posting some of the fanfics I wrote during season 5 and my fandom experience was further enhanced. It was an exciting time and I loved every minute of it.

Even though Season 5 was exhausting as hell because of BT 1.0, I still enjoyed it because of Eddie's PTSD arc and the Buckley-Diaz family scenes that were included. Eddie's my favorite character and I was happy to see him moving forward with his therapy and his life in general. BT 1.0 was dragged out for the entire season but season 6 looked promising... at least it did until it ended. I spent more than three months writing "Constructive Criticism" posts about all the things I didn't like and I was on the fence about whether I was even going to watch season 7. But after the str*kes ended and the promos for the new season began airing on a new network looked promising, I was excited again especially since the original showrunner (TM) had returned from LS and I couldn't wait to see where he would take Buck's and Eddie's storylines.

Similar to the title of episode 2x17, I should have been careful about what I wished for because even though it started out strong, after the opening disaster, it turned into a complete and utter dumpster fire and my experience in this fandom not only became exhausting; it was horrifically horrible because of a kiss between Buck and a PLOT DEVICE. Almost immediately, Buddie shippers started being harassed and were sent asks from blank blogs (they weren't anonymous for me because I don't accept those) telling shippers to stop posting about Buddie because they were never going to be better than BT and that we should just accept BT because they were CANON 🙄.

Anyway, needless to say, the last 7 months have been pure hell because of toxic BT Stans who have no boundaries, morals or fandom etiquette. Therefore, since I can't control anyone but myself, this morning, I made a decision that going forward, I'm turning the page on the BT 2.0 relationship because it's over and I'm tired of talking about it. I don't give a rat's ass about why TM chose to do what he did and why they didn't let Buck learn anything from it especially since this wouldn't have happened if whatever they were doing had ended in 7x5 but I digress.

Be clear, this is not a vague post at anyone in particular. I'm simply stating that I will no longer participate in fandom discourse about that relationship because I'm sick of it and I'm f~cking glad it's finally done. For me, it's taken a backseat just like EddieShannon, EddieMarisol, EddieAna, BuckAbby, BuckTaylor, BuckAli and BuckNaTalia because they're over and the characters are barely being mentioned in CANON, if at all. I'm done posting about these 'sunk ships' and the only time I'll include them in a blog post is when I have to reference them. Otherwise, I've moved on and I will not add anti BT or anti TK tags to my posts unless it's for blacklisting and filtering purposes because I don't give a flying f~ck about T.K. 2.0 anymore.

Now that it's over, I'm excited about writing Buddie METAs, speculations and theories again. Prior to season 8, I stopped writing them because I didn't want to and I didn't have the energy or the desire to do it due to all the toxicity. Since I was tired of being jump scared, I stopped watching live after 7x6 aired and even though I did watch 7x10, I wished I hadn't because it was a big nothing burger.

I'm excited because I don't have to worry about seeing Buck with that one-dimensional love interest who couldn't act his way out of a paper bag.

This Thursday, for the first time in months, I'll be watching live again and I might live blog the episode. I miss doing that and I can't wait to see what's going to happen with the call on the "Hotshots" set that has a fake firefighter hanging from the aerial and I wonder if Eddie will have flashbacks about the night him and Buck got struck by the same bolt of lightning.

The purpose of this long post is to say, I've moved on and I will no longer dedicate any of my blog space, writings or anything else to that relationship because the character doesn't deserve my attention. It's even more exhausting than BT 1.0 and they were in a relationship for the entirety of season 5.

Since I love Eddie, I'm ready to focus my METAs and speculation on what's next for him. I was planning to do a long post on 8x6 but I won't since I've already done two long posts about BT 2.0's breakup. So now my attention will be focused solely on Eddie until I finish the posts I want to do regarding his scenes. I loved the fact that he got the majority of the screen time at the end of 8x6 and when Buck showed up, that made it even better.

I ONLY SHIP BUDDIE! I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL.

I've turned the page and I'm excited to see where Buddie is going next. I'm ready for them to enjoy spending time together again without Temu third wheeling and infringing on their relationship. I'm ready for their son to come home so the Buckley-Diazes can spend time together again too. I don't know when Chris will return but I don't think it was a coincidence that there was a picture of him on the sofa table that's next to the door underneath a picture of Texas especially since it was in the middle of Eddie and Buck.

So, here's to me being excited for Buddie and ignoring anything BT 2.0 related 🥳🍾🥂🎆.

I'm ready to enjoy my Buddie fandom experience again by creating METAs, theories, speculation, GIF sets and continuing to write fanfics and I can't wait!

[woobiedoovo]

Same anon as before and yay I'm glad to be one of your first <3333

What do you think of noncon stancest?!? I've been getting into noncon a lot so I just wanna see if other stancesties see my vision aswell!

My lovely Anon, your vision is SEEN. And you are 100% right.

So, first things first, it’s already well established that Stan would do literally ANYTHING for Ford. As long as Ford tries hard enough to convince him, he’s able to make Stan do anything he wants. So I can 100% see some dubcon/noncon happening between the pair. Especially before Weirdmageddon!!

I can just imagine-

After a long day doing of tours and taking care of the younger pair of pine twins, Stan was ready to hit the hay. After a nice, long shower he changed into his wife-beater and favorite worn out pair of boxers. Not even bothering to cover himself with a blanket, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Not to long after, Ford silently slipped into the room, eyes immediately zeroing in on Stan's sleeping form. He had been spending most of his time ignoring Stanley since he's gotten back. It was for the best, Stanford had reasoned with himself. it was either that or Ford was going to end up jumping Stan in the middle of the day. Despite Stan's general grouchiness, he had become quite attractive over the years.

Not that Stanley hadn't always been very handsome, Ford noted to himself silently as he approached the rather small bed for a man Stanley's size. Taking a minute to look for any signs of Stan not being 100% asleep, he finally allowed himself to run his hand through his twins hair.

It was as soft as he remembered, Ford mused as he climbed over Stanley, placing himself between the other mans legs. Running his hands up his thighs, Ford marveled at their plushness. Even with the layer of fat he could feel the corded muscles beneath, flexing and tensing in reaction to Stanford's curious touch.

One of the things he's enjoyed the most in the weeks he's been back, he decided, was the weight Stanley had gained when Ford was away. When they were younger, Stan was always the larger twin in both muscle and fat, and Ford had always found a perverse pleasure in the way Stan's body so stubbornly held onto it's baby fat. Whenever Stan would loudly complain, Ford would simply admire the flush of his rounded cheeks and the way his stomach would fold over his jeans.

He was glad even after all these years, Stan still stayed as soft. Leaning forward, he scrunched Stanley's tank top up under his arm-pits. Taking a hand full of Stanley's pectoral, he fondled the mans breast, almost hypnotized by the pink nub that was hardening under Ford's gentle ministrations. Mouth watering, he took one of the tantalizing peaks into his mouth, sucking softly. From above he could hear Stanley's breath hitch, a moan spilling from his brothers lips. Alternating to the other nipple, Ford used his unoccupied hand to trail down Stan's hairy stomach, lightly cupping the mans growing erection. Ford couldn't help but smile around Stan's nipple when he felt the small dent. So cute.

With a pop, Stanford took a moment to admire his work. Both of Stan's nipples stood stiff, the soft pink now an angry, puffy red. Ford wanted to bare his teeth and bite down, to leave an imprint of teeth around the two buds, but he knew better. Stan wasn't a very deep sleeper and he had to be careful. He would hate for his fun to end so early.

Letting out a groan, he palmed at his own aching erection. Taking a moment to free himself, he then moved his hands to pull Stanley's boxers off, watching intently the way his cock bobbed up in down in a mock greeting. Swiping at the head, Ford felt Stan arch into his touch, precum eagerly beading at the tip. Smirking, Ford gave his brother a few strokes, enjoying the way Stanley squirmed from his attention. Pulling his hand away, he finally moved lower, letting his pointer finger prod at Stan's hole.

Grabbing the small bottle of lube he had stored in his coat in preparation, he poured a generous amount onto his hand, grimacing at the sensation before slowly inserting a finger into Stanley's ass.

Ford took his time, gently stretching Stan’s hole with an almost methodical approach. One finger, lube, a second finger, pause to make sure Stan is still asleep, more lube, then a third. Spreading the fingers snuggly tucked away in Stan’s ass, Ford imagined a day where Stan could take all of Stanford’s fingers. Another day, he decided.

Deeming Stanley appropriately stretched, he grabbed his own weeping cock. Drizzling a small amount onto his dick, he gave himself a few strokes before positioning his head at Stanley’s entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly sheathed himself into Stanley’s warmth. It was heaven. Leaning his head against Stan’s stomach, Ford took a few moments to collect himself, to lost in the perfect sensation of Stan to register the confused moan coming from the man below him.

“Ford?”

Stan jolted as his ass clenched around Ford’s cock. “Stanford what the hell-!” Ford slammed his hand against Stan’s mouth, muffling the rest of his angry shouts.

“Shh, Stanley. You wouldn’t want the twins hearing you, would you?” Eyes wide with anger, Stan kicked his legs, trying to push himself away from his brother. Tutting, Stanford gripped Stan’s hips and started to hammer into Stan. Hands clenching the sheets, Stan moaned desperately. “Such a good boy, Stanley. Look at you, you’re taking me so well. I knew you’d be perfect for me, Lee. So perfect.”

“Fuck. You.” Stan grunted, scrunching up his face as he tried to ignore the way his dick throbbed and ass twitched. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing Stanley,” With a particularly harsh thrust, Ford watched as Stan’s eyes widened, pupils blown. “Ah, there it is.” He muttered, angling his hips to continuously hit Stan’s prostate.

Reaching up a hand, he started to pinch Stanley’s nipples, pulling on them with every other thrust. “Fuck, Ford. You asshole- Fucking stop!” Despite Stan’s objections, his body was practically begging for more. From his weeping cock to the way his hole clenched around Ford’s dick, Stanford could tell Stan was enjoying himself. Even his protests seemed to die down the longer Ford fucked into him.

“God, Ford. Please, I’m going to-,” Stanford smashed hips lips against Stan’s forcing his tongue in his mouth. Pulling away, Ford groaned into Stan’s ear.

“Do it Stanley, Cum from my cock. Do it.” Almost on command, Stan arched into Stanford’s body, cuming. His hands desperately grasped for purchase along Ford’s back. Hissing at the stinging pain from Stan’s blunt nails, he came, forcing his cock deep into Stan’s warmth.

For the next few minutes, the twins simply breathed. Taking in each other’s disheveled appearance, both of them flopped onto the bed, exhausted. Pulling a blanket over their bodies, Ford wrapped his arms around Stan, pressing his head into his turtleneck. Laying his head on Stan’s, he started to drift, satisfied.

“Your cocks still in my ass.”

[jugumpuppet]

◗ My games demo came out! Go play it! It's free.

But let me tell you how much of an honor it has been to work with a fabulous team through the years. I've been so lucky to come across this opportunity and make such close friends through it all. I've improved so much as an artist under the wise supervision of my lead and getting the chance to work with such like minded people.

While this may just be the demo, everyone on the project worked so hard and we look forward to seeing everyone again for the full release.

It's genuinely insane that this demo is finally out. We've been working on it for so long that suddenly releasing it into the wild feels unreal. I'm still not over it.

You will need Half-Life 2 in order to play this demo.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi! I'd like to hear more of your thoughts on Rebecca and Eric from "Luster" by Raven Leilani. I just reread it recently and yeah, it is incredible (saying this as an almost 23-year-old Black woman that sort of identifies with Edie).

I really enjoy both Rebecca and Eric as characters - and within their separate relationships to Edie. However, it's really hard for me to understand which scenes/instances - besides the obvious humiliation they both participate in in regards to Edie - that show explicitly Rebecca's issues with rage and Eric's more absolute loserish tendencies.

I mean, I'm not completely unaware of the unsavory ways in which they act; not going to list them all out. But some of the reviews - including yours - and even interviews with Raven Leilani that talk more about the characters, don't go as in-depth as I'm looking for. I feel like the ogre reading Joyce :(

[The lines from the book I've been thinking of most often - though not my favorites are Eric saying "I don't think of you as a person at all" and (I'm gonna get the wording kind of wrong, but) "I cry everywhere and often" near the beginning of the book]

I hope this is asking too much. I really enjoyed your review and I'm already kind of looking forward to reading it again because of it <3

hi anon,

well Rebecca, to me, is impossible to read as anything BUT a white woman hitting middle age and realizing that she made all the "right" choices - she has a job that pays well and she married a stable man and together they adopted a child and got a good house in a good (read: white) neighborhood - and still isn't actually happy with her life.

I mean, what does Rebecca actually have going on? she's exercising furious control over her body via furious physical activity because it's one of the only things she can feel in charge of. she pushes the same on her daughter, making a child count calories in a way that's absolutely going to give her a complex. she didn't want the child in the first place; she tells Edie verbatim that she never wanted to be a mother and while I do think she cares about Akila's well-being I think she also knows that she's wildly ill-equipped trying to parent a traumatized Black girl. she's in an "open" marriage that reeks of "we either had to open the marriage or get divorced" that she micromanages from afar so that Eric gets as little freedom as possible with Edie in the early stage of their relationship; Rebecca doesn't actually want Eric to fuck someone else, she wants him to get tired of trying and come back to her.

after the initial humiliation of trapping Edie at their anniversary party Rebecca remains emotionally distant towards her; even after she invites Edie to stay in her house she stays mercurial and her mood is subject to switch on a dime, always falling back into little power plays to remind Edie she's in charge, because Edie is a safer and easier target for Rebecca's pent up frustrations than her husband or daughter. she's exactly warm enough to Edie to make it hurt more when she's callous and mean, which I don't think is strictly intentional (I don't think Rebecca consciously knows what the hell she's trying to get out of their dynamic, either) but is still an extremely shitty way to treat a vulnerable young woman who's currently completely dependent on her for shelter.

arguably the most relaxed we ever see her is when she takes Edie to a mosh pit, because that's one of the only moments of unrestrained emotional authenticity that Rebecca gets to have - and it's wildly outside the norm of her day to day life, something that she's supposed to have left behind when she started dating Eric. Rebecca is so furiously dissatisfied with everything about her life and I frankly think she'd be happier if she disappeared in the night to go be a bartender or a roadie and never saw her husband or daughter again, but she'll never do that because you Can't do that, not if you're a respectable woman trying to cling to the signifiers of success that you worked so hard for.

re: Eric being a loser I really don't know what I need to cite other than him having a wife and a girlfriend and not treating either of them well tbh

[clairewritesandrambles]

In the Middle of the Night - Scott Miller

Summary: After a close encounter with a tornado, Scott comforts you through a nightmare.

Pairing: Scott Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Near-death experience, car accident (flashbacks, briefly explained), nightmare, mention of reckless driving

A/N: This might be the nicest I've ever written Scott. Hopefully you all still like him, even if it's a bit further from what we saw in the movie! Thank you to @famfan-1034 and @seeyalaterinnovator for beta reading this story.

The world was thundering around you as you desperately tried to will the truck to drive faster. Despite your foot being pressed flat against the floor, it was as if the vehicle was stuck in an inescapable loop. No matter what you did you could hear the rumbling of the tornado gaining on you, the noise reverberating in your chest.

"Come on, you've got to go faster," Scott yelled at you from the passenger seat.

You glanced over at him, seeing him twist around in his seat to watch the black funnel barreling behind you. You noticed that he didn't have his seat belt on as your foot desperately ground the pedal into the floor, having no effect on the speed of the vehicle. You needed to tell him to put his seat belt on, but it felt as though there was a physical barrier in your throat that prevented sound when you tried to open your mouth.

As the tornado gained on you, you felt as though you were back in your childhood. Standing too close to the train tracks, the freight train overwhelmed every sense. The sound deafened you as everything in your vicinity shook violently, vibrations numbing the feeling of the steering wheel in your hands. The swirling black wedge was all that was visible in your mirrors now, appearing as though to engulf all the light left in the world.

The frame of the truck groaned as you realized that your momentum had slowed even more, beginning to be slowly pulled back towards the spiral behind you. You grabbed at your seat belt in desperation, tugging on it uselessly as it jammed in its buckle. With wide eyes, you looked up at Scott, who was strangely calm. The words in your throat clawed at their cage, seeking any sort of escape.

You tried to get the truck back under control, despite the futility of the attempt, finally giving up just before you heard the crunch of metal. The roof crumpled violently, the frame snapping as the windows imploded. Your hands flew up to protect your face, not even taking notice of the possibility of pain as you wildly looked around.

Scott held your gaze for a brief moment, time seeming to bend around you, before being forcefully pulled from his seat. You were moving in slow motion again as you leaned forward in a desperate attempt to grab him, swearing you could feel the brush of his hand as your seatbelt choked you back in your seat and Scott was ripped from view. You were finally able to gather words from your throat, screaming his name in anguish as the truck's metal continued to collapse around you.

Just before you were crushed by the ever-shrinking vehicle, you bolted up in the pitch black. You looked around in terror for a few moments, eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the dimness. Slowly, you remembered where you were. The thin sheets of the motel scratched annoyingly at your skin, giving you a slight grip on reality. Jagged, acidic breaths burned your lungs, the feeling of fear continuing to crush your chest despite waking up.

You swung your legs over the side, relishing the rough feel of the motel carpet grounding you as you held your head. You fought the tears bubbling in your chest, a mix of slow and broken breaths escaping you.

After the events of the day, you supposed you shouldn't be surprised by the dream. Your encounter with the tornado hadn't been nearly as violent, though the terror in both scenarios had gripped you just the same.

Years of working with storms and you had never feared one, instead finding the thrill of their ferocity captivating, but now you questioned your place amongst them.

Your chasing partner, Jason, and you had been leading the charge in Lion, driving into the path of the tornado to drop your radar. Part of the reason for his assignment to Lion was that his driving allowed him to get ahead of tornadoes easily, though his love of adrenaline had often led him to poor choices.

This time, you had been caught up in it and the results had left the truck mangled and you and Jason barely surviving.

You massaged the stone of anxiety sinking deep into your chest as your body could still feel the reality of hiding in that culvert as the tornado passed nearby, rumbling everything around you like a runaway freight train. You had laid there curled into a ball and struggled to breathe until you heard the rushing sounds of vehicles quickly followed by your co-workers' voices calling your names.

The ringing in your ears had prevented you from hearing most of what went on, though you remember seeing the anxiety bleed out of Javi and Scott when they saw you climbing out of the ditch. Your body evidently had the same reaction to seeing the safety of your team, collapsing into the dirt as you came down from the adrenaline high.

You barely heard the soft knock at the door over your slowly steadying breathing. You steel yourself as you open the door, though there are immediate cracks in that resolve when you see who it is.

Scott stood outside your door with dark hair standing at odd angles, bare chest contrasting with the black sweats hanging low on his hips. He was a mess, by his standards, yet you couldn't help but admire him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, thick brows knitting together in concern. His voice was scratchy, sounding as though he had been in a deep sleep.

Your cheeks heated as you realized that he must have heard your nightmare from his room next to yours, the thin walls of the motel not doing much for privacy. You looked down slightly in a small bubble of embarrassment, noticing that the heels of his shoes were bent down as though he had felt that putting them on properly would slow him too much.

"Yeah," you confirmed, "sorry for bothering you."

This was the part of Scott that was often reserved for you, the part that had drawn you to him in the first place. Yours and Scott's attraction to each other was an open secret amongst the company, resulting in endless teasing after the night a few weeks ago when you two had stumbled into his room after too many drinks at the bar.

You knew that Scott had that meaner side, and had seen just how far he could go when he had practically shoved Jason against Scarecrow after the accident. You hadn't caught his words, the combination of ringing ears and Javi's fretting capturing most of your attention before Javi helped you to your feet. Then you looked at Scott and, noticing that he looked seconds away from punching Jason, called out to him.

The other employees had wondered how you, someone who was known for avoiding conflict at all costs, had captured and returned the attention of your hardass boss. The truth was simply that Scott was different around you, especially when it would just be the two of you working late. Underneath his rough exterior, Scott cared deeply for those close to him, though he hid it from them, and the reason for his demeanor was due to a difficult past with relationships that prevented him from easily trusting. He had confessed this to you one particularly late night at the bar when you two were inebriated to the point of senseless rambling, apologizing for all of the sarcastic jokes he had thrown since you entered the business.

Truth be told, that sarcasm was one of your favourite things about him.

Unfortunately, you had a similar past and this is what led to the stalemate in your relationship, as you both hesitated at the thought of the commitment and vulnerability of a relationship.

Scott nodded sharply, taking a small step back. "Well, if you want me... I'm there."

You were shocked at your body's reaction to his words, a lump forming slightly in your throat. Turns out that near-death experiences really do change you. Your hand moved to close the door, though your body pauses mid-motion. Your gaze returned to Scott, focusing on the earnest look in those blue eyes.

Fuck it.

"Scott, wait," you called as he started turning back to his own room. "Will you stay with me?"

Scott's lips quirked up in a small smile despite himself, nodding as he stepped into your room. You wordlessly shut the door, hearing him kick his shoes off behind you. You leaned back against it when you turned around, second-guessing your decision to invite him for a split second.

But then you turn around and see him standing there looking at you, the soft look in his eyes bringing you back to that night together when you had believed, for however brief of a second, that you could find a way to bypass your hesitations for him.

Before you can hesitate further you step into him, Scott immediately wrapping his strong arms around you without a second thought. His chin rested on the top of your head as you both stood there, a thumb rubbing soothingly at your hip as you relished in his heat.

Your breath shuddered at the gesture, still unused to allowing yourself to be held in this way again. You almost change your mind about letting him in, but then he's pulling you tighter into his body and you close your eyes and let your mind go blank.

You melted further into him, feeling his grip on you tighten in response. Being this close to him, all you could smell was him. All you could feel was the softness of his skin as he held you, patiently waiting for what you decided would be the next move. For the first time since you had gotten into the truck that morning, you felt the anxiety in you begin to dissipate. Your senses were enveloped by him, slowly backing you from the ledge of panic you had been balancing on.

Scott didn't loosen his grip on you until you leaned back in his arms to look up at him. "Thank you for checking on me."

He smiled at you softly, cupping your jaw as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead. Despite your glimpses of the softer parts of himself that Scott kept hidden from the world, you were surprised at the gesture. It was so unlike him, outwardly showing as gentle an emotion as this, yet the affection that soared through your body for him rivaled that of the night that he had kissed you against his motel room door.

"C'mon," he whispered into your hair, "let's get you back to bed."

The last of the residual panic from your nightmare seeped away as you curled into Scott's body, the steady beat of his heart settling yours. "You're unnaturally warm."

Scott let out a short laugh at your comment, his hand cascading down the small of your back and over your curves to hook your knee over his hip. "Maybe you're just weirdly cold."

You hummed in response, pretending to consider that possibility for a moment. You looked up at him, the soft look in his eyes taking you aback. You had refused to ask him earlier, but the look in his eyes now compelled you to bring it up.

"Did you fire him?" You asked, looking down as you began tracing swirls into the soft skin of his chest.

"Of course," he answered, beginning to move his thumb in comforting circles on your hip. "I should have fired him sooner."

"Scott," you said, "there's no way you could have known what was going to happen."

"I did know, though." He interjected, the abruptness of his answer stalling your movement. "Javi and I had considered firing him a few weeks ago, but I fought for him to stay because he's the fastest driver on the team. I knew it was a ticking time bomb for him to cause an accident."

"If we..." Scott trailed off, swallowing nervously before he continued. "If I had lost you because I chose efficiency over safety, I don't think I could live with myself. Hearing the truck flip and not being able to do anything for you... All I could think of was all the wrong choices I'd made. Especially with you, I should have never let you walk out of my room after that night."

You slowly raised your head to look back at him. His blue eyes were steady in their gaze, showing no trace of deception behind his words as he finished. "I need you to know how much you mean to me."

Tears stung your eyes at his words, the years of not receiving this type of care and attention from other men catching up with you. You cupped the back of his head as you pulled him down to your lips, losing yourself in the taste of him. Your fingers curled in his hair as you both desperately grasped at each other, trying to get impossibly closer.

You let out a shaky breath when you finally separated. "You were in my dream." You said before you could lose your nerve. "I couldn't outrun the tornado and save you. That's what woke me up."

Scott grabbed your hand, placing it on top of his heart so you could feel the beat in his chest. "I'm right here, with you... I've got you, baby," he said, a small smile on his face. "Now that I've got you, you'd have to actually sacrifice me to a tornado to get rid of me."

You let out a soft laugh at his words, finally feeling your exhaustion catching up with you again. "I'll keep that in mind if you ever start annoying me." You told him, readjusting yourself to lay against his chest.

"You're riding with me if you want to come back, by the way. At least until we find someone I know I can trust with you." You smiled at him, placing a light kiss on his chest as you finally let peaceful sleep overtake you again.

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~ 1 year later ~

The news of the proposal had spread like wildfire through their circle of friends and family. Jax and Jey were both excited to be part of the wedding preparations, though their feelings towards each other remained unchanged. Every since what happened last year there was no love lost between Jax and her former favorite wrestler. When Roman had proposed to Iris, she had selected Jax as her Maid of honor. Roman had chosen Jey as his best man.

As the wedding date drew closer, there was a mix of emotions in the air. Iris was ecstatic to be marrying the love of her life and so was Roman, while Jax and Jey couldn't wait to have their roles in the ceremony over and done with.

Roman, Iris, Jax, and Jey found themselves sitting together in the living room, discussing the wedding plans. The tension between Jax and Jey was palpable, but Iris did her best to keep the conversation civil.

Jax and Jey exchanged glances, their eyes filled with annoyance. They simply could not get along, they were oil and water and being forced to sit in the same room together for the sake of the wedding preparations was pure torture.

A year ago, Jax and Jey had gone on a disastrous date after Jax had requested Roman set her up with one of his cousins and he gave her number to Jey. They couldn't have been more different, and it showed from the moment they sat down.

The date was filled with awkward silences, forced small talk, and outright disagreements. They argued about everything from where to eat to how to pay.

Jey had been stubborn and unyielding, insisting on paying the bill despite Jax's protests that she is an independent woman who can pay for her own meal. They had stormed out of the restaurant in a huff, each blaming the other for the failed date and hoping never to see each other again.

The memory of that disastrous date still haunted them, especially Jax. She found herself seething with anger whenever she had to interact with Jey.

Meanwhile, Jey couldn't help but feel annoyed at the way Jax seemed to hold a grudge against him. He had tried to be polite and charming on their date, but her stubbornness and refusal to back down had ruined any chance of a connection between them. He was a simple guy, he'd only been trying to be a gentleman. But maybe his Dominant side peaked out too much.

As the wedding planning continued, the tension between Jax and Jey grew even more palpable. They tried to keep their disagreements to a minimum in front of Iris and Roman, but their constant bickering and snide remarks towards each other couldn't be ignored.

Iris could sense the growing tension between her sister and future cousin (brother?) In law but she didn't know how to diffuse it. She had hoped that they would at least try to get along for the sake of the wedding, but it seemed like an impossible task.

One evening, Iris decided to confront them about their constant fighting. She gathered them both in the living room and sat them down, her expression serious.

"Alright, you two," she began, looking at them both sternly. "I've had enough of your bickering and constant arguing. You're both adults, act like it."

Roman stepped forward, his voice firm but calm. "Jey, I understand that you and Jax have a history, but this wedding is important to us. Can't you two put aside your differences for just a few hours? It's just a matter of getting through the wedding and then you can go back to hating each other."

Jey scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. "Man, Roman, It's not that easy, Uce. You don't know what it's like to be around someone who just rubs you the wrong way. All. The. Time."

"It wasn't a request, Jey." Roman said his 'tribal chief' tone slipping out.

"Who the fuck he think he talking to?" Jax questioned looking from Jey to Roman and back again.

Jax couldn't help but bristle at the authoritative tone in Roman's voice. She had always been fiercely independent and the way Roman was speaking, although it was directed at Jey, was not it.

"We both grown." Jax exclaimed.

"Again, act like it, sis!" Iris responded.

Jax rolled her eyes at Iris's response, feeling a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. She knew her sister was right, but it was difficult for her to let go of her pride and admit it.

Jey clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of Roman's stern tone and reprimand. He knew he had to fall in line, no matter how much he disliked the situation. As per usual.

"Fine," he muttered.

Roman nodded in satisfaction, pleased that Jey had finally agreed to cooperate. He looked at Jax, silently urging her to follow suit.

Jax let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that she was outnumbered. She crossed her arms and muttered a begrudging "fine" as well.

Iris felt a sense of relief wash over her. At least now, she had managed to get them both to agree to behave for the wedding.

She looked at Roman and smiled, grateful for his intervention. "Thank you," she mouthed to him silently.

This wedding was going to be one hell of a ride...

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[storyofmychoices]

There are so many amazing, talented, creative, inspiring, and all around wonderful people in this fandom. There are far too many for me even to mention or count, but I will try to shout out as many people as I can throughout the event.

I know the fandom is shrinking. I know that a lot of beloved old accounts have deactivated or simply been left on the shelf. So many people have left, but still, there are so many that have stayed or joined more recently. This fandom has changed so much in the years I've been in it. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes for worse. But I truly believe there is something special about this fandom and I am glad that each and every one of you are a part of it!

Since I hope to shout out all the amazing creators in future days this week, I am going to use today to focus on supporters!

@lilyoffandoms: You are forever the most wonderful. I can't tell you how much you mean to me. I feel like I say it a lot, but truly, I think the world of you. Your kindness and support has kept me going. I always look forward to your reblogs and comments. Thank you for making me feel loved and supported.

@princess-geek: I am so grateful for your friendship. I know we've both been busy and have had our own struggles to work through, but I know you're always there for me and that means everything.

@trappedinfanfiction: You've been on this journey with me from the beginning. Your constant support and love for my characters is very appreciated. I enjoy your thoughts on my stories and look forward to seeing you in my notifications.

@quixoticdreamer16: You are such an amazing gem. I can't say enough about how grateful I am for all your support of my creations. You are always there to share and encourage me. Your love for my characters is something I cherish. You have been such an amazing supporter and one of the reasons I'm still in this fandom. Your support has kept me going!

@jerzwriter: Thank you for always loving and supporting my sunshine babies and for letting the play with T & C from time to time. I am grateful for your support and encouragement over the years. You've been such a wonderful friend to me.

@dutifullynuttywitch: You are the loveliest. I am so grateful for all the love and support you give me and shower my precious characters with. Your reblogs and comments supporting all of my pairings means so much to me. I truly am grateful for your kindness!

@aallotarenunelma , @peonierose , @kyra75, @liaromancewriter, @missameliep, @rosesnink ; @snoopdogcone and @thosehallowedhalls (love being able to tag you again!): I can't thank you enough for being here and supporting my creations. I know I don't write as nearly as much anymore, but I am truly so so grateful when I see you in my notifications, whether it's a like, comment, and/or reblog, it means everything to me.

@gaiuskamilah: I didn't know I needed the Vampire!Daenarya x Mal AU, but I had so much fun with it, and your reblogs of the art and one shot truly just made my day. Thank you for that!

@rjschoicesstuff: I am so so grateful to have "met" you this year in the fandom. I'll talk more about your art on the art day but you are AMAZING! Thank you for the art requests you've filled for me and for supporting Mal x Daeanrya too!

@trappedinfanfiction, @snoopdogcone, @lilyoffandoms, @princess-geek, @kyra75, @dutifullynuttywitch , @quixoticdreamer16 , @peonyblossom

A special thank you for supporting Thomas and Alex. They are the reason I joined this fandom. They gave me hope when I needed it. They will always have an extra special place in my heart. I know they're not a popular ship, but anytime you interact with them, it truly makes my entire day (not that interactions with other pairings don't, but it's just something different with these two). So thank you!

I feel like I am forgetting people! It is not my intention at all to leave anyone off this list. Thank goodness this event lasts almost a week. Hopefully if I missed you hear, I have you on one of the other posts for the event!

And to anyone who made it this far, I am so very grateful to you for taking the time to read this and to support me. You are a wonderful part of this fandom and I appreciate each and every one of you!

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dani

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[infinite--92]

Aging like Fine Wine

The Infinite 92 club was steadily gaining members, each with their own unique story and experience with the condition. The community became a safe haven, a place where women could come together to support one another and share their journeys. One day, a new face arrived at one of their gatherings, a woman in her early 40s who carried herself with a calm, confident presence. Her belly was prominently round and full, similar to Sophie, Miranda, Ava, and Emily’s, but it seemed to have an air of experience and maturity to it.

The Unexpected Visitor

Miranda, who had been facilitating the meeting, greeted her warmly. "Welcome! I'm Miranda, and this is our group. Please, feel free to introduce yourself."

The woman smiled gently and took a seat. "Thank you, Miranda. My name is Claire. I’ve heard a lot about this group, and I’m glad to be here. I wanted to share my story because, like many of you, I went through the same transformation."

Sophie, Emily, Ava, and the others listened intently, their curiosity piqued. Claire had an aura of wisdom about her, and they were eager to hear what she had to say.

Claire’s Story

Claire began, her voice calm but filled with emotion. "It was back in 1998 when I was just 18 years old. I was contacted by a pharmaceutical company—likely the same one you all encountered recently. They offered me a large sum of money to participate in a trial. At that time, I was young, naïve, and the idea of getting paid for a few injections sounded easy enough."

She paused, looking at the group. “Of course, I had no idea what was going to happen. Within a week, my belly began to swell, just like yours. It was overwhelming at first, and I was scared. But as time went on, I realised that this wasn’t just a temporary change. It was permanent.”

Emily leaned forward, fascinated. “You’ve been living with this condition for over two decades?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

Claire nodded. "Yes, and in that time, I've experienced both challenges and unexpected gifts. I know how isolating it can feel at first, but I want you all to know that it doesn’t have to hold you back from living a fulfilling life."

A Surprising Revelation

The room was silent as Claire continued, the women hanging on her every word. “I met my husband when I was in my early 20s. He was supportive from the start and loved me for who I was, round belly and all. We got married, and I went on to have two daughters.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “You were able to have children despite... everything?” she asked, the hope evident in her voice.

Claire smiled warmly. “Yes, I was. But there was something different about my pregnancies. They lasted much longer than normal—around three years each, actually.”

The room buzzed with whispers of disbelief. Miranda, intrigued, asked, “Three years? How did that affect the baby?”

Claire nodded thoughtfully. "It was surprising, but as it turned out, the extended gestational period had some unique benefits. Both of my daughters were born with exceptionally strong immune systems. They’ve rarely been sick, and doctors have noted that they seem to age more slowly compared to their peers. They look much younger than their actual ages, and they have a vibrancy about them that’s different."

Ava spoke up, her curiosity evident. "That sounds like a gift, but is there a downside?"

Claire’s smile faltered slightly, and she took a deep breath. “There is one thing. My condition was passed down to my daughters. As they entered their teenage years, around 14 or 15, their bellies began to grow just like mine did. It was hard for them at first, but I had gone through it, so I was able to support them. They’re both in their 20s now, and like me, they’ve embraced their bodies. It’s become a part of who they are.”

Processing the News

The room fell silent again as the women absorbed Claire’s story. It was a lot to take in. On one hand, it was comforting to hear that someone had lived a full life despite the condition—they could still have families, find love, and live normally. But on the other hand, the idea that this condition could be passed down to future generations was daunting.

Emily, who had been quiet, finally spoke. “It’s incredible that you’ve been able to live such a full life. I guess I’ve been scared about what this means for my future, but hearing your story gives me hope. It’s reassuring to know that this isn’t the end, that it’s just... different.”

Claire smiled, reaching out to squeeze Emily’s hand. “It is different, but it can be beautiful. You just have to learn to embrace it. And having a community like this, where we can support each other, makes it a lot easier.”

Moving Forward

Sophie, Miranda, Ava, and the others felt a wave of relief wash over them. They realised that they weren’t alone, not only in their present condition but also in the potential future they might face. Claire’s story gave them a glimpse of what was possible—proof that they could still have a normal, happy life despite the unusual circumstances.

Miranda, always the visionary, saw an opportunity. “Claire, would you be interested in becoming a mentor within our group? Your experience and insight could help so many women who are just starting this journey.”

Claire’s eyes sparkled with tears of gratitude. “I’d love that,” she said. “I’ve wanted to find others like me for so long. I’m glad I finally have.”

With that, Claire officially joined Infinite 92, becoming a beacon of hope and wisdom for the group. Her presence marked the beginning of a new chapter for the community, one where they could all learn from her experiences and support each other through the uncertainties of their shared condition.

As the meeting wrapped up, the women left with lighter hearts and a renewed sense of purpose. They were no longer just victims of a mysterious medical trial; they were a sisterhood, united by their unique circumstances, ready to embrace whatever came next.

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[creations-by-chaosfay]

Quick question about a quick quilt...

I can finish a lap size rag quilt in less than a week, twin size in about a week, queen size in two weeks. It's three layers of fabric, quilt-as-you-go, minimal piecing, and they are heavy. Excellent for cold weather and folks who like the weight of blankets but not weighted blankets.* These quilts aren't as hot as layers of fabric plus beads/pellets, and they breathe much more effectively. For a heavier rag quilt, it's a layer of denim and two layers of quilting cotton or flannel. I have a rag quilt for myself that's three layers of quilting cotton. My house is drafty and winters are full of rain, which means the cold sinks into your bones with the humidity. My husband keeps stealing my quilt because his man-cave is the coldest room in the house. He doesn't care that it's very feminine colors "because it's warm."

As for why it's called a rag quilt, here's a sample:

The top is the fluffy side with the exposed seams. Instead of a quarter inch seam allowance the seams under the fabric, it's a one inch seam allowance and the seams are exposed. Said seams are then cut at one inch intervals. With every washing, the seams get fuzzier and softer. They're fun to touch and feel really nice. It's also why these must be dried ALONE or all the strings will end up on whatever else is in the dryer. Three layers of fabric also means two rounds in the dryer on high heat (which is why I like using flannel rather than quilting cotton) or one round of high heat and hanging to dry for a couple hours.

The back looks like a more traditional quilt top and is often the side with denim on it if denim is used. The one is three layers of flannel and was a giveaway prize earlier this year, to celebrate meeting a ko-fi goal.

These are a delight to make and excellent for cold winters and drafty homes. Did I mention they're pretty heavy? The one I have, once all folded up, weighs about six pounds, and knocks my husband out within about ten minutes of him laying over himself. It's why I plan on making a rag quilt for him. He keeps stealing mine.

For context regarding prices, these take significantly less time to make. This one, a lap size, took just 14.5 hours, and that included the quilting. A traditional style baby quilt starts at $2125 because I have a lot more cutting and sewing, and I do the quilting by hand (though it will soon change due to soon having a machine I can use on my Cutie frame and do all my quilting on it), and can take 70-80 hours start to finish. I charge $27/hour + cost of materials to come to the final price.

*A PT I know hates weighted blankets because they cause a lot of injuries. People rolling in bed with a weighted blanket on them have ended up in physical therapy because of soft tissue tears. Most especially dangerous for people with EDS and other connective tissue conditions. Other injuries they've seen are from the pockets with the beads/pellets in them tearing open. Pets and small children have been known to choke on those, and folks who are heavy sleepers can also be injured if the pockets near their face tear in their sleep. When the beads/pellets get all over the floor, people fall and end up with serious injuries from that. Not to mention overheating under all of them because the material doesn't breathe well.

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some feverish yumas 🌡

preview of a big collab project I'm working on