#and I haven't really proof read it

[blamemma]

"Maybe Daniel could wear my worn underwear after a race" emma i can't beliebe what i'm seeing. i can't believe max verstappen is beating us at this (writing daniel ricciardo fic)

okay. but what if we combined max saying that wild quote and this post i tagged as daniel the other day and created....fic...

cw: feminisation of both, kinda dubious consent <3

Daniel opens Max's drivers room door quickly, no secrets between them in their second year as team mates, PR bags slung in each others rooms, and mix ups of laundry scattered throughout their now shared-spaces. Max was used to these interruptions from Daniel, fond of them mainly. But it was that one fateful day, during the briefest of moments, Daniel's eyes wandered upon a soul-altering sight. Before him, the edge of lacy pure white knickers were peeking above the waist of Max's cream fireproofs. As he stares further, and his jaw opens wider, he begins to make out the imprint of them through Max's fireproofs, the way they curved around the cheek of Max's arse.

"Yes, Daniel," Max says, averting Daniel's attention quickly back to his face, blinking hard, trying to feign innocence over what he had just seen. It is only Max's upper body that has swivelled to address Daniel, his arms still suspended in his backpack, something Daniel is grateful for because he doesn't think he'd be strong enough to not look any lower. "Is it your socks you are looking for this time? Or maybe your Magnum condoms? Your stupid trainer tells you it is better if you do not have sex until after the races, doesn't he, so maybe I should keep ahold of them for safe keeping so you are not tempted."

Daniel feels ruffled, no quick quip back for Max on his tongue. His mind is running over the image of Max's lacy white underwear. Thoughts of his dick tucked up neatly at the front. Daniel's speeding towards the tyre barrier, hands gripping the steering wheel tight, Rolex sponsorship banners replaced by the image of Max in lingerie as he approaches at full throttle.

"Yeah, probably, yeah, keep them Max." Daniel retorts, the words stumbling out of his mouth as he exits out of the room, floundering backwards fast. He catches the smallest of glimpses of Max's face once more, a quizzical look raised in his eyebrows, and allows himself one last look lower, as he pulls the door towards him, closed.

---

They win. He wins, and Max stands below him on the podium, and they win. Red Bull and Daniel and Max. He watches as Max holds his trophy aloft, feels the burn through his arms as he lifts his own higher and prouder. Slams his champagne onto the ground and soaks Max, soaks himself, feels the cold wetness down his back, feels it seep into his underwear. Drinks from the bottle. Undresses his foot. Takes the shoe into his hand and pours. Lifts it high above his head, higher than the trophy, and then lets it pour from above him. Into his mouth, across his face, down his racesuit. Looks across at Max, his mouth wide open, agape, tongue barely contained. Raises his shoe slightly, a question, silent but deadly, and Max nods. Daniel slows down. Steadies his hand. Pours and pours, fills the shoe up once more, then hands it across to Max. The slightest graze of soft wet fingertips against his own, and the shoe is out of his hand. He stares, longer than he should, and Max looks back, gaze never breaking until the dark blue of Daniel's shoe forces itself between them. Max drinks, neck held back, bare, every last drop seeping from the shoe, into his mouth, down his chin, through his race suit. Daniel thinks about a singular droplet running all the way down to Max's underwear. Soaking him where it matters.

---

"Maybe Daniel could wear my worn underwear after a race." Max says to the reporters, his eyes scrunching up in glee as he waits for the man in front of him to laugh at his joke. He never does. Daniel wants to punch him.

Daniel had finished media first, perks of being the winner, cutting the queue and demanding everyone's attention when you enter the room. He leans against the door, as Max sits at the head of the table now, cameras and microphones and dictaphones all pointed in his direction. He didn't hear the question, only the answer. Maybe Daniel could wear my worn underwear after a race. Daniel swallows the thoughts consuming him, rubs his crotch hard as he stalks down the corridors of Red Bull hospitality, and storms into his drivers room, waiting until he hears the similar click of a door closing from Max's room next door. He doesn't will his boner away, sits with it, sits with his thoughts. He won. He gets to indulge today. He gets to drink copious amounts of champagne, take back shots of questionable liquids shoved into his hands in the club, eat greasy pizza afterwards to settle his stomach, make out with whoever he wants, take one or two of them back home to his hotel room. He gets to indulge.

The muted click next door is like Pavlov's Dog, Daniel immediately up and onto his feet, ignoring the dizzying feeling in his head at the imbalance of blood in his body, storming into Max's room, and quickly locking it behind him. Max's champagne bottle is still gripped in his hand.

"Take your race suit off." Daniel demands. He won. He gets this. Max stares at him for a beat too long, his face unreadable to Daniel, until he slowly places the champagne bottle down on the table, breaking his velcro and slowly undoing his zip, before carefully stepping out of his suit, never once breaking eye contact with Daniel, challenging. Daniel won the race. He's more than happy to lose in here. He breaks eye contact and flickers his gaze downwards. The shirt of Max's fireproof has ridden up slightly, and peeking above the waist line of his trousers is petalled lace, a baby blue bow sitting in the middle.

"Your fireproofs. Take them off as well." Daniel says, his tone softer this time, giving Max the option to deny him. Max peels his shirt off first, revealing his pale sculpted chest, red puffy nipples, wet with sweat and soaked through champagne. Daniel grabs the champagne bottle away from Max, raising it to his own lips and swallowing. Liquid courage. When he lowers the bottle, Max is bent over, pulling the tight fabric over his feet. He stands straight once more, and stretching his arm forward, grabbing the champagne bottle back from Daniel, taking his own sip.

Daniel takes him in slowly, the curve of his tits, the hard shape of his stomach, the dip of his hips. He feels his mouth salivate when he reaches Max's dick. Neatly packed away, underneath tight baby blue lace.

"Being on the podium doesn't make you hard?" Daniel asks, cocky but disappointed Max is soft when Daniel is trying his hardest not to rip off his own race suit and relieve himself all over Max.

"Yes. I already dealt with it." Max responds, stoic.

"When?"

"During your interviews, in here. Quickly."

"In those?" Daniel quizzes, quirking an eyebrow towards Max's lingerie.

"Yes, Daniel." Max responds. Daniel's breath stops in his throat, and he chokes slightly, coughing to cover up his surprise. He moves quick then, doesn't let himself think any longer, gives into everything he wants. Everything he deserves. He removes the layers of his own clothing, nearly ripping the Nomex off his body into pieces so he can get to what he wants quicker. He stands there before Max, panting, lets him look for a bit, rake his eyes over Daniel's body. He knows he looks good. He knows Max likes to stare and indulge. He's caught him doing so before.

"Now what?" Max asks, breaking the silence sat between them.

Daniel begins to remove his patterned boxers, off his body, his dick hard, swinging upwards when its released, scarlet red, balls drawn tight. He watches as Max licks his lips. He strokes it once, his head falling back as a gasp leaves his lips, too much but not enough, twice, and then leaves it, removes his hand, locking his gaze with Max once more.

"Your turn." He demands, and holds his hand out waiting. Max tentatively steps out of the lingerie and Daniel watches as his soft dick drops, tiny pieces of dried cum stuck to his dick. Max deposits the underwear into Daniel's hand and Daniel climbs into them straight away, doesn't think, just does, hurtling into the tyre barrier.

"Daniel," Max whines, as he watches on, palming his own dick now. "Please."

Daniel hitches the underwear onto his hips and looks down at himself, at the obscene way the head of his dick sits above the waistband, pre-cum glistening over the top of it, dripping down over the bow, hopefully, eventually mixing with Max's own that has gathered and dried.

"Daniel." Max says again, his voice desperate, the only sound now in the room Max's dry hand jerking off his dick.

The tension is the room is suffocating, every vein of Daniel's on fire, rocketing him towards Max's body. But Daniel knows what he wants. Filth, want, regret. He likes the game. He likes the tease. He likes to win. He pulls his own race suit back onto his body, gathering the fireproofs off the floor, leaving his own boxers on the floor of Max's drivers room.

"Come and find me in the club later." Daniel says, exiting Max's room. "Bring the condoms. Don't shower."

"As long as you also don't," Daniel hears as the door clicks shut once more.

[snkyou]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[dummerjan]

Ok but I would love to hear about your tailoring? That’s amazing, speak to me of the soutache! Do you have opinions on thimbles?!

Sorry for taking so long to reply. But I just finished the first sample (of two) of what I will be sewing during my journeyman exam in June and am really excited about that, so now seems like a fitting occasion since it's the source of my soutache themed dreams (thankfully not yet nightmares, but I have been dreaming an awful lot about sewing and class). Prepare for a barely filtered infodump. Here, the finished sample:

(The buttons are temporary, I just didn't have anything else. I am either going with black ones or do fabric covered buttons myself. I also hate how I ended the soutache on the back of the yoke. It should continue into the seam of the zipper so it's continuous. I don't know what I was thinking with ending it abruptly.)

Opinions on thimbles... Use them! I didn't until I started my apprenticeship and I've been converted. I don't have the typical metal cone ones but this one by Prym, I don't find the other ones comfortable. But Clover has an interesting metal one I'd like to try, partially because it makes me think of medieval armour. Leather thimbles also seem to me popular because they aren't that rigid and can be made yourself. And did you know sashiko thimbles are a thing? They cover the part below the middle finger since the motion during stitching is quite different and the fabric is gathered onto the needle which is then pushed by your palm and not just your finger. Now onto the soutache. If you don't know what it is: it's a braid made out of threads that are woven and braided around two cords.

Nowadays made out of synthetic filaments (viscose, polyester) but I've also found a German manufacturer of cotton and linen soutache. For the journeyman exam we need to make a combination of skirt, dress or trousers and coat or blazer. Skirt and blazer is what most do and is what requires less time. We have five days (40 hours) during which we have to do all the sewing and also cutting out fabric for the lining, so everything that's done after the first fitting. And part of that is a decorative element of our own choosing, which needs to fill 8 hours. It can be embroidery, appliqué pleats, ruffles, beading, rouleaux trim, pleating and so on. Stupid me decided to do soutache. Because I've wanted to try it for years and been admiring it on garments from second half of the 19th and early 20th century during which it was really popular. Nowadays it can be most often found on uniforms and costumes.

This is my inspiration:

Actually buying soutache, good quality soutache, is the first hurdle. I've gathered a wide arrange of braid from all over but not all is suitable to my needs. I wouldn't have thought before but the braid needs to be rather firm for a nice, even result without turning out wonky, especially with curved lines. Of which I have many. Sewing braid on fabric sounds deceivingly easy. And in theory it is, but getting it just right (especially with something that requires symmetry) is a headache. And a lot of it already comes down to how you transfer the pattern onto your fabric. One way is to trace the pattern on thin, to pin it to your fabric and then to sew along the traced lines. Tear away the paper and you're left with a pattern of stitches to follow.

But placing that paper just right, especially across seams that are not forgiving when it comes to symmetry. The paper slips and especially the curved lines are super difficult to sew along and turns out wonky more often than I'd like. It's easier to follow the curves when applying the soutache actually, I have more control. I used this method for the soutache on the back of the jacket and while I am happy with it, even if it isn't perfect, I doubt it would suffice for my exam. I am going to go with a smaller design and also one where the bows only go across one seam. Knowing this, I chose a fusible interfacing for the skirt yoke that I could draw on, much easier, and much more accurate even if the braid itself isn't always even in the end. Not done by a machine after all.

wrong side of the yoke, the blue is water soluble pen, and then one line of stitching to transfer the pattern to the right side and one of applying the braid

There are presser feet for applying braid but while they help with not having to hold the braid, the foot itself covers the lines I want to follow. Great for relatively straight lines but not an option for the bows. There is an attachment called an underbraider that was made for old domestic machines. They allow you to sew with the wrong side facing up while the braid is attached to the right side. But I haven't been able to figure out what it's called in German and if I can buy one somewhere. But I do have an antique singer it could be used with. For the details around the slits in the sleeves I've tried yet another method and shaped the bows beforehand and then basted them onto the fabric. It's good for such small designs, and especially that specific area because of the challenges the seam allowances and the underside of the slit presents, which can't be caught in the stitching and the stitching has to be hidden by the lining later on. Still a bit trial and error.

An issue with this particular soutache braid is that the cords at its core don't match the outside, they are white! And sometimes they show, which is rather unsightly. So not an option for my exam.

The one that's perfect in terms of firmness and actually has the the same coloured cords (the yellowish one above) is no longer being produced and the remaining colours don't fit my fabric.

I bought enough fabric for two suits out of the blue and one out of the red and wanted to use the blue fabric for my exam but given the soutache braid issues, I am considering going with red fabric and blue soutache (if I have enough meters, I need to measure). I think that combination is lovely.

I am also considering going with a different skirt pattern. I like it by itself but not as an ensemble. It's too flowy due to the bias cut and doesn't go well with the firmer lines of the blazer, I think. But given the poofy sleeves, I think the skirt has to be flared or be much shorter, a mini skirt, and close fitting. And as it is, the jacket covers the top of the design on the yoke. But that's why it's the first sample of two I am going to sew before the final exam. Also, let me take the opportunity to show off the rather neat buttonholes I stitched today.

Also, while I am already rambling about my sewing: I love sewing by hand and I especially love slip stitching (and I am really good at it). I'd happily be the person always doing the slip stitching for everyone. We have the option of inserting the entire jacket lining by hand or just do the sleeve and jacket hems by hand and attach the lining to the facing by machine. I hope I can make it work time wise and do it by hand.

And tagging @whirling-ghost because you are always on the receiving end of my sewing related rambles (and plenty of the other ones too and have been for years). You're the best! <3

[feuqueerfire]

The Categories of Final Hallucinations

I noticed 2 types of visions that the characters had in the last episode, specifically in regards to Non

Non was front and center and the visions are about him

Phee: He kept continually seeing Non die in different ways, including some which were new and unseen ways. He's grieving Non's death and also feels guilty for what he's said (the "Get lost and die"). Phee was also the only person who understood that these were visions and Non wasn't real. Even in the 2 years later part (which may or may not be real - tbh I'm thinking of it as a continuation of the hallucinations in the courtyard), Phee sees Non walking into the water.

Tee: Non asks Tee to kill him with a knife on the rooftop because he’s so trapped while working for Tee’s uncle. Tee has been feeling guilty about his actions bringing Non into this world and ultimately being unable to get him out of the mess, so this manifests as a horrific way to help Non, though of course he ends up stabbing White in reality :’(

Tan: Non thanks him, then hangs himself, then thanks him again. Tan just wanted to be a good brother and in these hallucinations, after he has avenged Non, he finally is. His last vision is Non thanking him and walking into the light.

Non may or may not be there but it's mostly about their own situations/consequences/fears rather than Non

Fluke: Non is hardly there except at the end, Fluke's mostly being chased by a cop because he's deathly afraid of ruining his reputation and not getting to become a doctor. Aside: I loved that Fluke gouged his own eyes out, the eyes with which he was constantly witnessing the misbehavior against Non (Top breaking the camera, Jin taking the video) but keeping silent about

Top: He was just being chased by Non through the woods, very little depth because we hardly knew anything about him

White: he never knew Non and so his visions are about his relationship with Tee instead

Jin: I don't think Non even appeared in this but I'd have to double check. It was mostly about what if what Jin did to Non happened to Jin himself with him seeing people taking videos of him in compromising situations, including with Keng

For me, Tee's was the most shocking and horrifying because I was expecting death for Tee (especially after episode 11) but there was the vibe that maybe White is the final girl who will survive. Instead, my mouth fell open as soon as I realized what they were hinting at and I lost my mind as the sequence went on. One of the most unpredictable aspects of this whole show for me and it really is tearing me up, esp after ep 11.

Tan's and Phee's are the most tragic. I didn't cry at all during this show but for a second there, during Tan's visions, I became misty-eyed. (also I've been typing Tan as Non and having to correct... I think NewTan would like that tbh)

I think Jin's was the most disappointing to me because although he knows his actions to release that video were wrong and likely feels guilty, I was hoping Non would at least make an appearance? When Jin apologized to Non the day Non disappeared, Non didn't know what he was apologizing for and said Jin didn't have to apologize. I wanted Jin to apologize to Non while admitting to his wrongdoings, even if it's in hallucinations. Instead, it's Jin being paranoid about what he did to Non being done to him.

[Edited because the Tee/White scene did a whole number on me so I got a bit confused about their visions when I first posted this right after watching the ep]

[two-person-job]

heyheyhey. do you guys wanna know a secret :}

[apocalypticdemon]

finally did my goddamn dishes. and that wasn't all i managed to do today. fuck yeah.

had a meeting for thesis prep. bmv trip. rough plan for friday's discussion lecture. cooked dinner for the first time in like 3 weeks. read ~50 pages of academic text for 2 classes and a paper revision.

feels like i didn't do enough but. considering that yesterday i managed... going to classes and nothing else! and monday i was only capable of doing the required meetings i had, this is a pretty good day!

[americanrecord]

i think i might end up needing like one more beta reader ... if anybody is interested ...message meeee or reply to this or secret third option idk

[shaunamilfman]

heads up that I'm working on a nat fic rn so it's gonna like two weeks till one of these get posted, okay?

I can't make a decision on what to start after (I'm writing both don't worry) so I'm gonna make it a democracy

Illicit Affairs: You weren't sure how Jackie Taylor and Shauna Shipman had both decided to cheat on each other with you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Though, the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

"It was not 'all good': Apparently you're more of a lightweight than you thought. You wake up the next morning with no memory of the night before, but by extra body in your bed you knew it must have been fucking awesome. 

"Hey," You hear a voice say softly. You roll over to see who you went home with when you're paralyzed by shock. That's Jackie Taylor. You're in Jackie Taylor's house in Jackie Taylor's bed with the unmistakable sound of Shauna Shipman's voice coming from Jackie Taylor's kitchen. 

Fuck. You think deliriously. "

Cowboy Like Me: You've seen a lot of things in the six months you've worked at Tj Maxx. A lot. What you've never seen is the so-called 'Tj bandit' that your boss insists has walked off with hundreds of dollars of merchandise. Personally, you don't get paid enough to care if some mysterious figure robs Tj Maxx blind. You are, however, more than willing to pass off the blame for the items that you have stolen.

"You watch in awe as the Lottie Matthews, sole heir of the richest family in Wiskayok, untucks her shirt from her skirt to pull out an eight dollar blouse that she's clearly stolen.  You drop your car keys in shock, unable to believe what you've just witnessed. She glances over with a guilty expression, eyes going wide when they land on your Tj Maxx lanyard. You bend down to grab your keys and awkwardly wave your fingers in her direction which she takes as a sign to walk toward you. You practically dive in your car and nearly jump the curb in your haste to get the hell out of there.  What. The. Fuck. You think. "

[lovvelorrn]

twitter swifties are the most vile, horrible and despicable people i've ever met

[tbhk-outofcontextdaily]

Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a wonderful 2024

[r3dblccd]

What I truly love about Welcome Home is the attention to detail.

[lixenn]

Ah yes I remember now I spend the entire day lazying around in my bed reading fanfic.

Anxiety.

[helielune]

[hyvksun]

the first scene is a thousand words it's insane

[suncoved]

OVERPROTECTIVE! — RAFE CAMERON (smut 18+, mdni.)

pairing; dealer!rafe cameron x toppersister!reader

summary: when your friend dragged you to the cut of one of the pouges infamous keggers, you didn't expect to be dragged home by your brothers dealer best friend.

warnings: kinda innocent!reader, talk of drugs, partying and drinking. smut 18+ only please please! (haven't proof read...)

"this is such a bad idea" you murmured quietly, glancing across at the boneyard from your friend kate's pristine white jeep.

"oh cmon, it'll be fun. and anyways, how could your brother find you all the way out here. he would rather die than set foot on the cut" kate rambled, yanking out of the car while her heels made a crunching sound against the gravel of the carpark.

on the ride over from figure eight, you had gnawed at your bottom lip so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you drew blood. topper would have actually killed you if he found out what you were doing.

you had been to parties on your side of the island before, and even those made your brother mad, but never had you stepped foot at a kegger on the cut.

but, here you were at 11:15 on a saturday night, about to 100 per cent regret every decision you had ever made that led to this. but it was your senior year! and you were sick and tired of letting topper dictate what you did and didn't do.

you had come to the realisation that you weren't really sure why topper cared so much about what you did. i mean sure he was your twin brother, who would never make you forget how he was in fact 2 minutes older, but he had never really cared what you did before.

i mean sure, you guys were close and he cared if you were safe or not, but it was only really until he became closer with his friend rafe that he started getting really, really overprotective.

rafe had been lurking around your house since you were little, always bossing topper around and annoying that absolute shit out of you. but never saying any more than one word to you before pulling topper into any mess he was about to get into.

"cmon cmon, lets go party!" kate exclaimed, pulling you out of your thoughts and also onto the soft sand of the boneyard.

it was safe to say that this party was far from the ones you had witnessed before. there were people do coke on any surface you could see, the distinct smell of weed filling your nostrils and kegs upon kegs lined up against the fallen branches.

"miss thorton! what brings you around my neck of the woods!?" you hear a voice yell behind you before an arm is slung quickly around your shoulder.

"shush jj! im undercover" you joke, pushing your perfecting manicured finger against your lips. "whoops! my bad princess" he slurred, swaying against your body as he pushed more and more of his weight onto you.

you giggled, swiftly setting him down on the sand before he made you topple over. "he'll be fine, just needs a little rest" john b beams to you, passing you a red solo cup full of suspicious liquid before you could decline.

you smiled at him and held the cup weighing heavily in your hand, noticing kate was long gone from your side. you looked around nervously, what were you doing?

you didn't drink, you didn't do drugs, you didn't party.

you were the classic good girl of kildare county, and your skirt was way to precious to you to get anything spilt on it. but you were here, so why don't you just enjoy yourself right?

you looked down at the liquid in the cup, it fizzing and foaming as it stared back at you. you took a cautionary sip before nearly gagging, the acid making its way down your throat.

"yuck!" you whispered to yourself, pulling a face as you rested the cup down on a branch so someone could pick it up later.

the music pumped in your ears, people dancing and swaying on the shore of the beach as the lights of the street only dimly lit the area up.

you heard your name being yelled behind you as kate embraced you in a hug, swaying and smelling of weed. "i have to introduce you to someone, apparently he sells the best weed on the island! why don't you try some! but shush let's not tell your brother" she slurred her words as she rambled on, pulling you across the sand into the crowd of people.

"you know kate, i don't think this is the best idea" you muttered, letting her guide you where the music was louder and the smell was far more intense.

"it will be fun! and we can tell him its your first time! i mean apparently, he is not a nice guy but you have a knack for changing that about people!" you rolled your eyes at her babble, your feet suddenly stopping once you had arrived at your apparent destination.

you were still hidden behind kate as she approached the man sitting on a broken branch, his legs spread wide and hands sifting through money.

"hey! my friend really wants to try your stuff, think you could help us out?" kate asked, pulling you out from behind her as a small gasp left your lips.

"y/n? what the fuck are you doing here!" rafe spat, gathering all his cash and baggies and stuffing them in his pocket. "you two know each other?"

you shifted your eyes from his angered face, jaw clenching and fists bunched tightly together.

"yeah, and you're an idiot for bringing her here. get the fuck outta my face. cmon" rafe gestured to you, taking your hand in his and leading you to the car park.

you looked back at kate before staring at rafe in front of you, unable to fight against his grip. you had been at this party all of 20 minutes and all you had done is be dragged around before having to go home!

"rafe stop!" you exclaimed as he pulled you up the beach and towards his blue truck in the car park.

how did you not notice that?

"what the heck are you doing?" you asked, him swinging the passenger door open for you as you stared at him like he was an idiot.

"get in." he said, running lifting his arms up to run his hands through his hair as you noticed a gun tucked into his waistband.

what in the actual fuck was happening?

"what! no way! since when do you deal drugs and carry guns? i don't even know who you are anymore and there is no way i'm getting into your car with you."

he rolled his eyes at you statement, putting his ringed hands against your waist and lifting you into his car effortlessly.

you huffed as he smiled at you sarcastically before closing the passenger door and jumping into the driver's side.

he looked at you expectingly as you stared at his face, his eyes a beautiful shade of blue and his lips pink. he rolled his eyes once again before reaching over and doing up your seat belt for you, his touch making goosebumps on your cleavage as he fastened it.

you sat in silence for a second before he started driving in the direction of figure eight, his large hands gripping tightly on the wheel.

"what were you actually fucking thinking? going to a party on the cut, who knows what could have happened to you if i wasn't there" rafe spat, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to look at you before turning his head back.

"what does it matter to you rafe, i just wanted to have fun and i don't regret it. so tell topper i don't care." you huffed, sinking into your seat, not even believing the words coming out of your own mouth.

"like topper would care anyways" he stated, clenching his jaw so hard you thought it would actually break. "what?"

"toppers not the one that cares." you looked at him dumbfounded, taken aback by his statement. "what do you mean rafe?"

he ignored your statement as he kept driving into the night, the uneasy silence resting heavily in the air. you tapped your fingers against the armrest, watching the trees blur into a haze of green before tannyhill came into view.

"i thought you were taking me home?" you asked, your question again going unanswered until the car came to a halt.

"you're staying at mine, get out." he huffed, walking around the car before swinging your door open and helping you down.

"why would i stay at yours? you're my twin brother's best friend. stop being an idiot rafe" you huffed, halting your movements and staying right out the front of his door.

"you're not the one to be calling shots" rafe said, once again pulling you by the hand up to his room. before you could think he sat you down softly on his bed, kneeling down to look you in the eyes as if to see if you were high or not.

"go away, i'm not high. and you do not have the moral high ground right now"

"shut up" he sighs, resting his large hands down on your bare thighs. "what?" you gasp, ready to smack his touch away the second you could bring yourself to do it.

"do you actually not know how much you drive me crazy?" rafe asks, his stare almost burning holes in your eyes as he looked at you. "i've had my eye on you since we were 3, making sure you never came to me asking for coke or weed, because you know what i would do if anything happened to you? i would go fucking insane."

"rafe..." you sighed, bringing your hand up to his warm cheeks and he leant into your touch. "no. no, don't say anything, i don't wanna hear it-"

he was cut off by your lips touching his, your hands lifting to feel his spiky buzz cut underneath your fingertips. he immediately starting kissing you back as if before this he had never taken a breath before, and you were his oxygen.

his searing touch made its way under your shirt and up to the bottom on your bra, running his hands up and down as he pushed you back so you lay on his soft sheets.

you felt him pull at the hem of your cami, the dainty pink fabric peeling off swiftly as you were left in your bra and skirt. he looked up at you with love-drunk eyes, pupils dilated and black while he started kissing down your neck.

"wait- rafe, no. we can't. topper." you gasped as you somehow leaned even more into his touch as the words came out of your mouth. he halted his actions for a moment, pulling back so he could look at you.

"fuck topper" he spoke as he pulled his shirt off swiftly, his perfect tan skin and abs making you bite your lip. you squealed as he picked you up and brought you to the top of his bed, leaning your head softly against the pillows.

"you're so pretty, so so pretty baby" he uttered, unzipping your skirt and pulling it down your soft legs. "we don't have to do this yeah? only if you want."

you didn't think you could actually adore this man more, but he surprised you every word he spoke.

"please rafe" you whined, dragging your acrylics against his abs as you watched the goosebumps from your touch.

he let out a quiet "fuck" as he smashed his lips onto yours once more.

you reached down to the waistband of his pants feeling around before pulling back as you felt an unfamiliar metal-shaped object.

he looked down at your movements as you stopped "whoops, my bad ma." he pulled the gun out of his waistband and tucked it under the pillow you weren't resting against, going back to kissing you as you giggled.

he undid his belt swiftly, pulling down his pants and boxers until his hard member came into view. you didn't even have time to think of how massive it was as he went down to kiss you once more, pulling your panties aside and entering a finger into you.

"shit, you're so fucking tight." he sighed against your lips.

you whined in response, reaching down to his cock and pumping it in your hand. "can't wait any more rafe."

"its ok baby, i've got you"

you gasped loudly as he first entered into you, the large intrusion making you whine in both pain and pleasure.

"yeah, cmon. you can take it baby. you can take it"

his strokes were slow and powerful, filling you up until you felt as though you would snap. his groans soon filled the room as he pounded into you.

"you're so so good to me baby, can't believe we haven't done this sooner. gonna make you mine ma" he moaned, that statement bringing you over the edge as you came around him with a moan.

"thank you thank you thank you" you chanted, your acrylics surely making bright red scratches to his muscly back while you came.

"no, baby. thank you."

[steddiehyperfixation]

silly little thing for my @steddiebingo prompt: nerds | 758 words | G/T |

"Hey, maybe he can help," Robin says, sweeping a hand towards Dustin who's just walked into Family Video for his regularly scheduled afterschool bug Steve and Robin time, interrupting their conversation.

"Oh come on." Steve shakes his head. "The kid doesn't want to hear about my trash heap of a love life."

"Oh, no, I absolutely want to hear about that." Dustin perks up at the opportunity to learn about Steve's trivial suffering.

"We're trying to figure out why Steve goes on a million dates but can't seem to find someone he actually likes," Robin fills Dustin in. "Tell him, Steve."

Steve groans, dragging his hands over his face before splaying them out sarcastically, as that's the only thing he can really do in protest right now. Dustin's looking at him expectantly, and Steve has no choice but to tell the kid all about Linda and Heidi and Brenda and Lucy and whoever else he's been out with recently, doing his best to answer any subsequent questions as PG as possible.

"Well of course you haven't found the one yet, you keep trying to date a bunch of normal, basic, girly girls. That's not your type," Dustin informs him once Steve's done talking.

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Oh, it isn't?"

"You can't really be that stupid, can you?"

"No, please, Henderson, enlighten me on what you think my type is."

"You're into nerds," he says like it's completely obvious.

Steve scoffs. "I am not into nerds. You know, just because I hang around you little weirdos all the time does not actually mean I want to hang around even more weirdos in all the other aspects of my life too."

"Seriously, Steve, think about it," Dustin argues. "Think of all the girls you've actually been really genuinely into in your life. They've all been nerds! Nancy-"

"- is not a nerd."

"She's a straight-A student and a journalism super geek. She's a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes and sighs grudgingly. "Alright, fine, but-"

"And you were into Robin-"

Robin wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"-who you can't deny is definitely a nerd," Dustin continues.

"You know what, actually, he does have a point," Robin says.

Steve looks at her in betrayal. "Don't encourage him!"

"That girl you told me about that you liked in middle school who was super into Star Trek, and the other one who wanted to write a fantasy novel one day- oh and the elementary school crush who was always reading a new book every day..." Robin lists, ticking each one off on her fingers.

"I told you all that in confidence!"

"They were all nerds!"

"Exactly." Dustin grins, vindicated and insufferably smug. "Ergo, you, Steve Harrington, need to find yourself a nerd."

"I am not into nerds!" Steve protests hopelessly.

"What more proof do you need?" Dustin says. "You're into nerds."

"Totally into nerds," Robin concurs.

Steve huffs and throws up his hands. "Fine! I'll admit I'm into nerds if it will make you two shut up about it!"

Eddie happens to wander into the previously empty store at that exact moment, catching the tail end of the conversation as he approaches the counter. "What's all this about nerds?"

Steve freezes, glances Eddie over and stares at him strangely for a few long seconds. "Holy shit," he mutters.

His gaze cuts to Robin, whose eyes go wide when she meets his look. "Holy shit," she agrees.

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god."

"Dude."

"Dude!"

Eddie blinks at them. "Are you two having some sort of joint stroke or something?" He looks at Dustin as if the kid might have a better clue of what's going on. "Can you understand them?"

Dustin shrugs, equally mystified. "Don't look at me, man. They're weird."

The incomprehensible parroting conversation is still going on.

"Okay," Steve's saying, taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling determinedly.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay." Robin grins and shoves at his shoulder.

Steve finally turns back around and leans on the counter in front of Eddie with a classically charming smile. "So, Eddie, are you free on Saturday?"

Eddie smiles back despite his confusion. "Yeah-"

"Oh my god!" Dustin bursts out suddenly.

"Oh my god," Robin agrees with a knowing smirk.

Eddie glances at Dustin. "Oh no, not you too."

Steve exhales a long-suffering sigh and pushes himself off the counter, marching around to grab Eddie by the hand and drag him away from Dustin and Robin. "So. Saturday?"

"He's into nerds," Dustin whispers, wide-eyed.

Robin nods sagely. "He's into nerds."