#angst mv

[endlich-allein]

"2022. The greatest and at the same time craziest experience this year was working with Rammstein. Being involved in the video shoot "Angst" for 3 days as #choreographer and #cheerleader at the same time with my own team #bcajokers was one of the biggest productions I've ever been part of. In addition, being booked for a #showact at the #aftershow party at both #Rammstein concerts in Berlin exceeded all my expectations. These were some of the craziest days of my life which I'll never forget. Thank you for your trust and cooperation Rammstein." @ jeannooly

[anwiel13]

@tinnike 31 days idol challenge

Flake´s edition

Day three - climbing. Well, I could not find any photos where we could see Flake climbing. So the only thing I can post here is Flake in Ohne Dich video and Ohne Dich making of. Enjoy =)

P.S. If you have any photo with climbing Flake, please fill in.

And a little bonus, Flake "climbing" the ladder in Angst video.

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Richard's challenge @kitthefox

Till's challenge @singfurmich

Flake's challenge me =)

[tatatale]

Side comic "Promise" finally finished! ♥

You can check the previous parts I made years ago here: Part 1 - Extra - Part 2 (PLEASE CHECK THE WARNINGS BEFORE START READING)

UnderFell belongs to @/underfell and what happens here is only canon in A L I V E, not in the original AU!

Oh yeah the chapter comes with a speedpaint!

[adventuringblind]

Teach Me Part One

Max Verstappen x Reader Part Two

Genre: hurt/comfort (2.7k words)

Summary: Max helps our protagonist through a journey of sexual discovery. You know - after she's been assaulted... Don't worry though, he's got her (and her virginity).

Warnings: Attempted r@pe, BDSM in the wrong way, then it gets better, lots of discussions, Virgin reader, softdom Max, toxic ex, dom/sub, alluded to smut

Notes: I hope this is what le requester was looking for! I tried my best to get everything and I think I did! Really hope you like it and that it brings you comfort!

Side Note: My inbox is open if you wanna come chat with me because I'm going insane over here...

Masterlist // Request Form // My Website // buy me a Ko-Fi

Trust is something most people underestimate the power of. Trust is sitting on a chair and thinking it will hold you. Trust getting in your car and knowing it will get you to work and back. 

Trusting people is harder than trusting inanimate objects. It’s easy to come back from a chair breaking or a car randomly stopping. Humans take the trust of others and stomp on it. They treat it like a toy; something to be thrown away when they are done with it. 

She did trust once. She tried to give someone her love. It didn’t work out for her, and made her struggle to trust anyone after that. 

Max swings her legs back and forth on the counter. GP had come in not five minutes ago and told him to get down. But Max is like a cat, and refused to get off. 

She sits in a chair in the office area, preparing for debrief. Her fingers crossed it goes longer because that means right to sleep with her. Her boyfriend won’t have any reason to keep her up. Not when she has a race tomorrow. 

“Any plans for after the race?” 

Logically, there is no way Max doesn’t know her plans. They’ve grown up together; her and Max against the world. 

She shrugs. “I’m not sure. Probably just hanging out with my boyfriend.” 

“Boring, you should come out with the team!” The warmth on his features makes her want to melt. She’d much rather be with Max. Her relationship hasn’t been going well for some time now and she’s been trying to find something to repair it. Because she can’t bring herself to leave. He’s guilted her into staying; the fear of being alone outweighs wanting to leave him.  

“If I could find something to do with him, then maybe it would be less boring.”

Max Waves her off after the race with a grimace. She knows he hates the guy, but he also doesn’t even know the full extent as to why she hates him. Why she can’t stand being around him for longer then she has to. 

She’s alone in the room for a minute. Her boyfriend is still in the shower for the time being, meaning - she has time to indulge herself. 

It’s a stupid interest, really. Max had brought it up in passing; something he’d tried with partners. The one problem with being Max’s friend? His astute lack of knowing when enough information has been given. Still, the details of his experimentation through the years left her wanting to know more. 

Her recent search history has been her own exploration into the world of BDSM. It’s a stupid thing to look into considering the male she’s with isn’t the nicest about sex. No, he’s tried to coerce her a few times now. He comes to races with the intention of trying to get in her pants. It’s just not something she wants yet and she’ll continue to let him fuck her throat if it means holding him off from taking that piece of her until she’s ready. 

She’s caught up in her own thoughts, mindlessly scrolling something mildly more explicit. “Watcha looking at?” The obnoxiously placed male on the bed tries to crane her head to look at her phone. 

In her panic to hide the screen, she fumbles. His hands snatch it away from her and begin scrolling where she had left off. “It’s nothing-” 

“Actually, this is something. Is this all it takes to get you to let me in finally? Would you like to be owned?” 

She would like to tell him no. She wants to explain what she wants is to feel safe with someone; enough to let go for once. “Just something I was curious about, is all.”

“Whatever - don’t expect me to stick around much longer then. Maybe this will help us get back to where we were.”

She ends up with a bruised throat the next morning. Her peace offering to him since he was adamant about getting something from her. 

What she was not expecting the next morning to be woken up stuck to the headboard. Her wrists hurt more than her throat and the fear clouding her brain makes it hard to tell what’s really happening. She tugs at it, only to be stopped by a familiar set of hands. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I figured I’d indulge you.” He sounds nonchalant about all this. She’s not sure if that makes it better or worse. “Just relax, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

It’s the way he’s eating her with his eyes. The sinister tone in his voice. She doesn’t want to be here. The more she tries to relax, the more she ends up panicking. His touch on her skin hurts more than she wants to admit. 

“Would you stop squirming?” 

“No!” She pulls harder at the stupid restraints around her wrists. She pulls until her hands start to slide out, bloody and burned, but it’s enough. 

The second she’s free, she’s flipping them. They wrestle as she attempts to flee, eventually able to slip her way around him and out the door. 

She’s barefoot, disheveled, her long shirt barely covering her ass. Not bare, thankfully, but pretty close to it. The adrenaline kicks in and she sprints to Max’s room three floors up and prays there is nobody around. Grateful for the early hour in the morning that this has occurred. 

Her knuckles hit the door with a bruising force. “Max! Max please open up! Max-” The door opens and she tumbles inside. Nearly hitting the floor, but Max’s quick reflexes are there to steady her. 

She clings to him, sobbing, the fear of what might have happened to her hitting like a punch to the gut. 

Max ends up getting her stuff for her. She can’t stomach the thought of ever seeing that man again. Let alone attempting anything intimate. 

Max lets her stay in his guest room for the time being. He doesn’t push for her to talk about it. Not yet at least, but she knows he’ll get impatient just like the rest of them. He’ll kick her out when she doesn’t give him what he wants. 

Max finds her out on his balcony four months into their new living situation. It didn’t help that winter break happened three weeks after the whole ordeal. It’s nice solely for the reason they drive for the same team. Otherwise, she’d hate being left here to wallow in her own self pity. 

Max sits himself on the side across from her. “Wanna talk about what’s going on in your head? I miss seeing you smile.” She can tell he’s nervous, his lip biting from childhood never went away. 

“Just thinking.”

“About?” 

He’s worried; can clearly hear it in his voice. He wants to know that she isn’t going to do anything crazy. “What happened, I guess.” 

“I’m here. If you ever want to talk about it - I’m here.” 

Maybe it’s the thought of Max having defended her for years now, or the safety she has always found with him. “It’s really stupid.” She drops her head into her knees. 

“Can’t be if it’s making you upset.” 

“He saw something I wa looking at on my phone the night before I forced myself into your room-” 

Max’s eyes go wide. “Alright, the only stupid thing about that is you thinking you forced yourself on me. You can come to me whenever and I’ll open the door.” He gestures for her to continue after his interruption. “What was on your phone?” 

This is the part where she runs if things go south. “Itwaslikesexstuff…” 

“Sex stuff?” Well, her original plan has failed. How he could have ever understood that is beyond her. 

“The - the kind that - you talked about?” 

His cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson red. “Curiosity, I presume?” 

“If you count the last two years as a curiosity phase, then sure.” 

“I’m - I’m so sorry.” 

She blinks at him. The words are barely sinking in as she watches him rub his palm against his neck and jaw. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I sent you - unknowingly, sure - down a rabbit hole that can be dangerous if you don’t know where to look.” His sad demeanor makes her want to hug him. “Was it something related to BDSM stuff? I swear if he hurt you I know where he lives still-”

“Max please-” The laugh raging through her is pathetic. “-As much as I’d love to see him get his ass handed to him, I think I’ll be okay in time. He didn’t rape me. Close to it, but I managed to get away.” 

“Oh fuck! Your wrists were busted! I should’ve known.” 

“Yeah well, I guess it gives someone else the opportunity to take my virginity-” Well, cats out of the bag now. She had meant it as a joke, something to lighten the mood. Now Max is gaping at her and she’s not sure how to feel about it. 

He slides over to her; their knees now knocking together. “Someone else, huh? Have anyone in mind?” 

“Had someone in mind for ages, but he wouldn’t feel the same.” Because he’s seen the worst of her. There is no way Max could ever love someone like her. Someone who struggles with intimacy-

“Try me. Because I think anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“What about you?”

“Especially me.” 

It’s a month after that where Max brings up the subject again. They’ve kissed and cuddled, but nothing aside from that. She has tried to suck him off. Her mindset being it would appease him for the time being but Max had refused. ‘Not until you are doing it because you want to, not because you think it’s your job.’

She wanted to lay there and cry. Which she might have, but fell asleep at some point. The subject hadn’t been brought up again until now. At the breakfast table of all places. 

“So, out of curiosity, are you still curious?” 

She drops her fork out of surprise. “I - I mean… yes? But I’m not sure I want to go through that again-” 

“Nope, never. What he did was wrong, plain and simple.” 

“But isn’t that what it is?” 

“It is about trust and safety. I’m going to assume you didn’t have a safeword?” 

No, because they didn’t even talk about it. She just woke up tied to the bed and was told to stay still. She settles for shaking her head no. Overwhelmed by the severe lack of anything that Max is talking about.

“If you want, we can take things at your pace, yes? I’ll show you what the bastard should have done.” 

And if that didn’t pique her interest, she doesn’t know what would. “Yeah I - I think I’d like that.” 

Max takes her out to dinner a week later. Her favorite, as usual, since it’s also his favorite (another perk of growing up together). He’s terribly sweet to her the entire night. Which isn’t that big of a change from normal - but Max is sassy and won’t hesitate to throw a sarcastic insult her way. 

“Are you alright if we talk about some things tonight?” He asks on the car ride home. “I would like to get a feel for what you might want to try in the future so I can research a bit.” 

“Yeah - yeah sure.”

Max collects her into his arms on the sofa. The stubble on his chin prickles her skin while he leaves playful kisses. The notebook he has resting on his (and hers by proxy) knee is flipped open to a blank page. 

“Okay, first up is safe words.” 

“To be fair, I know what they are and why they are important. He just didn’t talk to me about anything first…” 

Max hums. “And we’re still gonna talk about them!” He giggles when she groans. “Hey! This is the safety stuff I was talking about. Do you know the traffic light system?”

“Green is for good and red is for stop…”

“And yellow is for?”

“Pointless, is what I’ve read.” She shrugs.

Again, Max gapes at her. “On the contrary, yellow could just mean something doesn’t feel right or you need a minute to breathe. Not a full stop, but a slow down.” 

That makes more sense now. Curse the internet! She probably should’ve made sure her information sources were credible to begin with. “Yellow means wait a second.” 

“Secondly, it’s usually good to have multiple safewords. Red is one and the other I use is Mercedes.” 

She can’t contain her laughs. Nearly falling out of Max’s lap as she clutches her chest. “Mercedes?!” 

“Think about it! If Mercedes becomes a normal bedroom topic then we may need to rethink some things.”

“Fair point, but it’s still a bit funny!”

“Next thing on the list is how I personally like to conduct a scene.” The smirk plastered on his face makes her want to curl up in a ball and hide away. 

“Is it not the normal way?”

“To be fair - there is not a normal way. It’s just how I’ve come to enjoy setting things up prior. Like discussion beforehand is always a must.” 

“Like what we’re doing now?”

“Exactly!” 

They end up talking for hours on end. Into the morning until they are both passed out on the couch. Needless to say they don’t get any further than that. 

More daycare spent simply talking about it. Max takes care to make sure every detail is talked about. It’s the small things that she hadn’t even thought to consider earlier on. 

It becomes safer just by talking about it. Like Max has somehow made it less scary. Which could also just be because he keeps talking about safety. 

She explores in the way she is comfortable with. Small touches here and there, a bit of oral when she can manage. Max checks in with her almost too often. Specifically when she’d like him to keep his tongue where it’s at. He laughs at her frustrated huffs. They do the non-sexual side of things more often. Sometimes he takes things into his own hands, getting her on her knees. Nothing more than what she’s willing to do. 

It’s when she wins a race, high on adrenaline and soaked to the bones in champagne, that she feels the desire to go further. 

She attempts to jump Max’s bones when they are finally back in their hotel. “You don’t want to go celebrate?”

“Can’t I celebrate with just you?” 

“You certainly can, but I plan on taking my time if we’re doing this tonight.” The post race gravel in his voice has her swooning. 

“Please Max? I want you.” 

“I’m going to ask you if you’re sure a million times regardless.”

He pulls her in for a gentle kiss. It turns heated and eager quicker than anytime before. Her need to get her desperation across has Max pinning her to the wall. She squeaks in surprise, having not seen it coming. 

“Someone is eager tonight.”

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” 

“Not tonight, another time though.” 

He taps the bottom of her thighs. He lifts her like she’s nothing and sets her on the bed gently. “Shall we review?”

“Green for go, Yellow for slow, Red or Mercedes for stop.” 

God is he beaming at her. His knuckles caress her jaw. “Good girl.” 

Gone, she’s so gone for this man it’s not funny anymore. Not when he talks to her like that. 

Max takes care of her, runs his hands across her body and makes her shiver. He strips each article of clothing like she’s the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. 

“Color?” He says while leaning over her with no clothes between them. 

“Green.” 

The next morning is fuzzy. She’s not sure if it’s because she and Max were up until the early hours of the morning, or because she’s sore in places she didn’t know could be. It’s unreal how good she feels; how loved and wanted. 

She wants to stay here, frozen in this moment, watching the sun soak into Max’s skin. He’s breathtaking; always has been. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Max cracks a smile and stretches his arms out around her. 

“You’re a dork.”

“Ah, but you trust me enough to be your dork. Specifically yours; all this dorkiness is for you.”

She rolls on top of him. “Hey Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks - you know - for teaching me and making it special.” 

“You deserve is schat. I’m glad you trust me. That's a big honor and I’m grateful for it.”

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who’s afraid of little old me is SO max verstappen coded

[flusteredmoonn]

the tortured poets department; james potter

summary: "sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me," in which after years of james pining after lily, he finally falls for someone else.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, angst, probably ooc!james, gryffindor!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n. proofread by @cosmicbolter

words: 1.5k+

ttpd tracklist. request.

pewter cauldrons fizzled as each of the students observed their concoctions, referring to the book of advanced potions. not james potter, though.

"hey! evans," he called across the classroom, drawing the attention of the auburn haired girl, whose head snapped up at the call of her surname. "do we add the tentacula before or after the lacewig flies," he shouted across the room, dismissing both the stares of his peers and the reprimands from the professor. he knew venomous tentacula wasn't an ingredient in the focus draught they were brewing, yet he wanted her to instruct him anyways.

lily looked down at her book of advanced potions, carefully scanning the print for the answer. her gaze resumed on the boy with a slight pinch in her brow, "tentacula isn't in this one, james," her smile was unsure, although she was quick to resume her work when the boy smiled and nodded at her in thanks. heat rose through her cheeks as she felt the intrusion that was the lingering gaze of her peers.

james also seamlessly resumed his brewing, his glasses sliding down his nose as he used the iron spoon to stir the stew of plants before him. he ignored the loud teasing from sirius which followed his interaction with the red head.

"oooh, she didn't shut you down there mate, she must be into you," the amusement in his tone was palpable, especially with the laughter it had elicited from both remus and peter. the latter was quick to slap a hand over his mouth, though, with a coy smile before the stout boy continued his brew. "pads, stop," heat rose up his body, pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

"oh, look i'm james! 'hey evans'" he made an unintelligible sound, ''i wonder what goes in this potion which i have the page open to on my book" he continued to mock james, making his voice exaggeratedly deep. behind them, y/n brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her mouth and suppressing a laugh at the friend groups antics. the curly haired boy heard movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder amusedly, watching her clear entertainment and smirking to himself before tuning back in to his long haired friend's continuous teasing.

thankfully, before he could get too carried away, the professor had directed the class with a new instruction, distracting sirius enough to forget he was teasing his friends.

"now class!" the professor's voice boomed off of the walls, ricocheting off of the flagstone floor as he continued to speak, "you should now be at the stage of collecting a dugbog tongue from the table up the front and adding it to your cauldrons– which should now be a light blue colour," the old man smiled, gesturing for the class to move onto the next stage of their brew.

still smug with a freshly pampered ego, james sauntered over to the front of the class, though not before beckoning lily's attention. confidently, with his longterm crushes eyes on him, he reached into the basket containing the deceased tongues bravely before he jokingly held it in front of his own mouth and acting as though it were his own. he continued to mime with the teachers back to him.

faint giggling could be heard from across the room, however, not from lily. the boy looked across the room to see y/n equally as amused as before, which only egged him on. he continued his antics, ending up sliding across the front of the classroom in an attempt to mock the beast whose tongue they were using, and ignoring the reprimands of his friends who at this point were over the dramatic display. the boy got carried away, locking eyes with y/n and leaning backwards on the table at the front of the room holding the ingredients. a deafening bang echoed through the room as james accidentally knocked the exposed supplies off of the desk.

"potter!" professor slughorn shouted.

the notorious chime of the clocktower bell ringing through the school sounded as professor slughorn dismissed his potions class, rolling his eyes at the mess left behind from james. chatter immediately erupted through the room as friends reunited with one another and made their way to their next classes. the group of gryffindor girls gathered together, laughing as they walked.

"saved by the bell huh, james," marlene mckinnon snickered as the boy walked past her with his friends. he stuck his tongue out at her in rebellion. childishly, the boy whipped round and stuck his tongue out at the girl and her group of friends. "he's ridiculous," she muttered to the group as they watched him run off after his friends.

"i can't believe he did that, lils, and all for your attention," dorcas added, murmurs filled the corridors as students now hurried to their next classes.

"i dunno, y/n seemed pretty taken by him," she shrugged. "hm?" the girls attention was beckoned from the back of the group as they rounded the corner and entered their transfiguration classroom.

"i just said that you seemed pretty intrigued by james today, is all," the girl repeated, sighing as she sunk into her seat. "i mean i can't believe he even thought to act that way, it's unprecedented," she continued with a laugh as marlene slid into her seat next to dorcas, very evidently mocking the bespectacled boys former actions as the professor entered the classroom whilst y/n slid into a seat by herself.

"take your seats, boys," professor mcgonagall spoke sternly, looking to the rowdy group of boys. as if they were small children who had been told off, they immediately found seats across the room and looked ready to listen. james sat himself down next to y/n wordlessly, merely flashing her a momentary smile before giving his full attention to the beginning of the lecture.

professor mcgonagall began to charm the chalkboard to draw various detailed diagrams of the topics she was discussion, the sound blending into that of the scrawling of quill on parchment. eventually the professor had ordered the class to move onto the independent work, urging them to talk quietly, if they felt the need to talk at all.

casually, remus looked across the room to where james sat, intrigued as he hadn't taken his usual spot next to him. and sitting away from where lily had been situated. but the boy smirked as he watched james deliberate over what to say to y/n.

"hey, do you know what we–"

"what do you want from me james," the girl spoke suddenly, a certain firmness in her tone as she turned to look at him.

dumbfounded, the boy stared at her for a moment, his jaw ajar, "uhm, nothing?" he sounded unsure of himself, "i just wanted to know if you knew what we were supposed to do for this question, he pointed to a row of text in their book on transfiguration, glancing up to see professor mcgonagall transfixed by marking first years papers stoically.

"but why did you sit next to me, potter," her voice entirely coated in sourness, clearly unamused by his attempt to be comedic, "shouldn't you still be bothering poor lily, with futile attempts for her attention," there is was, he could practically hear her eyes rolling from where he was sat.

"i wanted to sit with you, i didn't realise it was such an issue," he huffed, nervously shooting a look to his friends.

"but why, why the sudden interest–" she cut herself off, "you know i'm failing this class right, like you can't cheat off of me and succeed, yeah," she laughed, clearly finding a new humour in the situation.

"i didn't come here to cheat off of you," he looked at her, entirely serious, "and i haven't been annoying evans nearly as much as i usually do, i'm self aware now!" he exclaimed confidently, sitting up and puffing his chest.

"pfft."

"i am," he defended himself at her laughter, a smile of his own weaving its way across his features. she turned to face him now, his expression faltering slightly at the directness of her attention on him. "so what'dya call that stunt in potions, where you were clearly chasing after her attention," her brow quirked up.

"i wasn't," he mumbled, turning his head away and talking into the shoulder facing away from her. momentarily, he caught the watchful eyes of his friends, before whipping his head back around to her when she hummed inconclusively. he repeated himself, watching several emotions flash across her face in a split second, urging him to elaborate.

"the ship between us, i think, has sailed," he paused, in thought, "i think there's something i'd rather explore with someone else'.

[ghostofthegallows]

Part 2 to my cursed queen Charlotte x catwin video

[tenshi-agerasia]

idk if anyone's pointed this out yet but the highlight in till's eyes change from red when he's seeing luka as ivan—

—to pink when he spots mizi in the crowd

and then of course we have luka going "wtf man i thought you were gay 🙄 anyways"

[endlich-allein]

Angst behind the scenes @ jeannooly (IG story 04-01-2023)

[anwiel13]

@tinnike 31 days idol challenge

Paul's edition

Day nine - favorite music video outfit. I tough this one is going to be easy, but them I started watching all official videos again. This one! No, that one! Or maybe the other one... They have such amazing outfits in their videos.

But in the end, my favorite one is this cyber look from Angst. It is kind of personal. My friends and I, we have cyber post apocalyptic festival and this is how it looks like. Neon, UV, cyber masks, dystopian clothes. So, I was absolutely excited to see them like this.

Photos found on Rammstein instagram

This dirty, cheeky, mischievous little dwarf stole my heart many years ago. He looks absolutely amazing in this outfit, plus it has many small details. I also like how they went beyond with the black painting, the story how very next day they had to fly to another country, still pretty much covered with it, make my still laugh.

Screenshots from Sonne making of (which is my favorite making of, it gave us so many amazing moments)

This outfit suits Paul so much. He looked so stunning in it. It has so many amazing details, Adieu inscription, pins, scarf, facial tattoo and also I love fact that he has his own shoes, which we can see in many photos from his everyday life. He looks just perfect.

Screenshots from Adieu video

Feeling B - Space Race as bonus =D Look at these babies!

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Oliver's challenge @derwahnsinn

Schneider's challenge @cynoodn

Richard's challenge @kitthefox

Till's challenge @singfurmich

Flake's challenge me =)

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hey guys so

who would be interested if i wrote a mini-series Benedict bridgerton x reader, like a dark multi-shot, might or might not be inspired by fortnight by Taylor Swift because in my opinion one of the complex songs on this album, you've got to trust the process, I MIGHT GET A LOT OF BLACK LASH BUT ALRIGHT I am kinda proud of it, gonna include a slight cheating warning. So who wants to be on the taglist?

Gif not mine obviously.

Will also post on ao3 if someone's actually interested hehehe

[clairedaring]

Just having you from now on, no matter what challenges we face, I won’t be afraid. As long as we hold hands and stay by each other’s side, that's enough. Whether it’s months or years, however long it takes. I promise to have you by my side always. Please believe me, I won’t disappoint you. No worry. Because since I met you, everything has changed. It’s not the same anymore. Because I like driving slowly, So I can have you sitting next to me for a long time. With us together along the way. Let's take it slow. No matter how far the road ahead may be. Because this is the destination—having you close by. Just having you here, I don’t need anything or anyone else. No need to rush, no need to hurry anywhere, Just talking, just chatting like this together.

KIN - อยากมีเธอใกล้ๆ Feat. TAD ATLAS

[safetycar-restart]

D/s au with a mix of drivers (F1 and MotoGP) where their dom has a family emergency and has to leave them before a race for a few days and some of them r really worried for her and some are just sobbing cause she's not there with them

OOOOHH Okay okay I've actually never even thought about this before and I kinda love this concept? It's so angsty but also so good. So I'm gonna discuss this concept with a few different drivers and riders and then I can always expand on some of these thoughts in another ask or discuss someone else, just let me know :))

I also made this happen during a race weekend or just before a race weekend, so that they didnt have the option to come with.

CHARLES:

Charles's first instinct is to go with you? In fact he doesn't even consider the option that you might be leaving him, because he's your sub? Of course he would go with you? But then you remind him that he has to leave the next day for a race weekend, so there's no way he can go with and he has to go to the race weekend by himself.

That's when Charles starts panicking, because no? No that's not an option? Of course he understands that you have a family emergency and you need to go, but he has to go with you. Because firstly, how could you handle the family emergency without your sub and secondly, how can he handle a race weekend without you?

He is an absolute mess that entire weekend, he crashes constantly, so much so that his team almost considers getting their reserve driver to race for him because it's genuinely dangerous. The moment the weekend is over, he flies straight to you, equal parts worried about you and upset from having to go through a race weekend without his dom.

MAX:

So I think for a very brief moment, Max would actually be angry with you? Because you always promised him that he would never have to go through a race weekend without you. You earned his trust by convincing him that you would never leave him, that you would always be there for him. And so when he finds out that you have to leave for a few days, there's a part of him that feels almost betrayed?

Almost immediately he feels terrible for that, and he feels terrible for it the entire time you're away. So much so that when you get back, he's actually a sobbing mess for that exact reason, apologising for not being more understanding about what you were going through and for only thinking about himself.

LANDO AND OSCAR:

So I think Lando and Oscar try to lean on each other the whole race weekend, seeking comfort in each other and cuddling together and trying their best to get through it. But they also try their best to down play how bad things really are?

Of course you keep in contact with them, calling and texting regularly and they both just act like they're doing okay. They both decide that you have too much to deal with and you can't also have to deal with your subs needing you, but the truth is that they cry themselves to sleep every night and are driving terribly and really really need their dom back.

LOGAN:

Logan, poor darling selfless Logan, immediately just feels terrible about the fact that he can't be there for you? He knows him not racing that weekend isnt even an option, so he has to go by himself while you handle your family emergency.

As much as he isnt looking forward to not having you with him at the race weekend, he's far more upset about the fact that you'll have to handle your family emergency without his support.

FABIO:

Fabio tries to put on a brave face, really he does. This lasts about 5 hours. And then he's calling you crying because his bike his shit and he needs his dom and he knows you're having a hard time and it's all just too much for your good boy.

It's the hardest race weekend he's ever had and he only gets through it because you instruct him to submit to Tom every night to stop him from dropping. He takes a red eye from the race straight to where you are and doesn't leave your side for the next month.

MARC:

I think Marc starts off okay, reassuring you that he'll be perfectly fine on his own and promising to send regular updates and that he'll take good care of himself. And for the first two days of the race weekend, that is true.

Until he crashes in qualifying on Saturday and doesn't have you there to look after him afterwards and he drops hard. He can't get out of it, no one can help. And it's so bad that you have to fly to the race weekend because they're actually considering hospitalising him because no one can help him and no one knows what to do.

You help him through it, and then he goes back to your home with you, in no place to race for the rest of the weekend.

[good-beanswrites]

I talked about my Milgram actors theory earlier, but @amugoffandoms reminded me I also have a little emotional support au version of the idea I’ve been meaning to chat about! It's actually not a typical actors au -- the canon events still happen, but are staged by the in-universe Milgram organization.

(Edit, now with a fic!)

Just like in canon, the organization has a mysterious/supernatural ability to identify and track down ten specific people at their breaking point. In this au, though, it's ten people who could have committed crimes soon. They discreetly reach out to these individuals, requesting for them to be actors in their experiment. They say there will be someone playing a prison guard, and explain the premise. With a bit of coaxing or bribing for a few, they all accept.

Milgram ensures these newfound “prisoners” don’t need to change many details about their lives – the less lies to keep track of, the easier it would be for these ordinary people to pull off such an extensive con. 

Some of them are exactly as they were right before their murders, such as Yuno, Fuuta, Muu, and Kotoko. Haruka, his sister, and Amane did go through traumatic abuse, but it was Milgram that pulled them out of the situation before they resorted to murder. Mikoto is/has been aware of his alters for a while at this point.

Some of the others are taken from their lives after things that could have ended fatally turned out alright: Shidou’s family got into an accident but all recovered; Milgram picked up on his private realization that he would have done anything to save them, were the damage worse. Mahiru and Kazui’s partners attempted/considered suicide, but did not succeed. In Mahiru’s case, they reached a friendship despite breaking up. I still don’t know enough about Kazui’s wife, but I like to think they’re pretty separate now. 

The ten prisoners weren’t allowed to meet beforehand, but they individually collaborated with the Milgram team to write the lyrics for their t1 songs and film their videos. I'll mention more about the other actors later, but the filming process is a lot of fun. Though the topics confront them with some unsavory thoughts about themselves, it's a good time singing and acting and getting the giggles on set and everything.

Milgram pulls Es from wherever they were for whatever reason, wipes their memory, and drops them into the prison. The prisoners are unaware that Es didn't come willingly, as they all did.

Once the experiment begins, everyone’s interactions that we’ve seen to this point are genuine. The prisoners get to know each other, while they come to terms with the fact that themselves and these others all had murderous potential. Their personalities, behaviors, and stories from their lives are all true. In the interrogations, they speak honestly to Es about their values and choices. The only faked things are the actual references to the murders, and the “invisible force” that they pretend to hit when acting in violence. Mikoto is instructed to use a bit of violence during his interrogation, though Kotoko sneaking in wasn’t scripted – she genuinely had her concerns about his character and acted accordingly. 

While Es sleeps after T1, the prisoners are treated the same regardless of verdict. They provide the team with their genuine thoughts about one another to decide what the staged incidents should be. Kotoko doesn’t actually hate the guilty prisoners, but she recognizes she would’ve wanted to take justice into her own hands in a real situation. Amane is very upset but Es' verdict, but the team helps her dramatize her transformation a bit. Haruka and Muu genuinely get that close. Yuno does wish to be left alone.

They film their second trial videos, now allowed to be around the other prisoners as they do so. They also invite people in their life to come in and play their victims. Yes, it’s just as awkward as it sounds. This is where the prisoners do their real reflection – they think about Es’ verdict for them and what they could have been capable of. There’s a bit of relief from both parties knowing that things will turn out alright now that Milgram intervened (ironic, I know, but this is my fix-it hehe). Shidou’s kids are excited to be filmed, not really understanding the context. Haruka once again works with an actor playing his younger self, a bit put off by how similar they look and the memories he bring back. Haruka’s mother, Rei, and Amane’s cult members (if they appear) are some of the only characters played by strangers, though they do look strikingly similar to the real people. Fuuta’s victim is also played by a stranger. Things are still tense with Hinako, but she agrees to appear. 

The team helps the prisoners fake injuries with lots bandages and slings. Then they wake Es. The same is repeated for T2/T3.

Now, I’ve played out a few different paths depending on my angst tolerance at the moment – sometimes Es goes through with the third trial verdicts and is forced to watch the executions (not realizing they're cleverly staged). Sometimes they refuse, finding a way to stop the whole experiment. Sometimes the prisoners realize that Es has been an unwilling participant, and bring the experiment to a stop themselves. Sometimes someone jams a wrench in the mv machine and try to blow it up in order for everything to end before final verdicts.

Because of limited details, the ending can play out however one wants. But my go-to is that Es wake up sometime afterwards in a clean facility filled with scientists. They’re brought to an interrogation room – this time on the other side of the questioning. They’re asked about their motivations, actions, emotions, choices, verdicts (or the reason they rebelled at the very end). A few doors down, the prisoners are being asked similar questions of self-reflection and morality. 

Es demands to know what’s going on, while the team tries to assure them that the prisoners are all fine. Es doesn’t buy this, though. They know what kind of mind games the experiment has tried to pull, and can’t tell what’s truth or lie anymore. Things get heated as they demand to see the prisoners. Meanwhile, the prisoners are getting worked up asking about Es. If they haven't already, this is when they learn that Es was an actual prisoner there the whole time. The last time they were together the situation was very intense, and they’re all incredibly worried about them. 

In the end, they manage to break out of their rooms and reunite in the middle of the facility, and Es is shocked. All ten are alive and well, even those they may have seen die. No eyes or limbs are missing. They’re all laughing and getting along, no matter what kinds of fights they got into between trials. Even more shocking is when the victims join them later – also all alive and happy. 

The ending has a bit of unavoidable angst since Es would be pretty fucked up by the whole experiment. They’d struggle with trust issues and knowing what’s reality. However, it’s still an overwhelmingly happy ending. They get to befriend the prisoners and their families outside of the painful context they met in. Regretting their ignorance of the situation, the prisoners decide to make up for lost time and spend a lot of positive, quality time with Es. The kids are finally allowed to play, and the they finally let the adults act a bit protective over them. This is when the found family completely kicks in lol. Es gets to sleep easy knowing they are all alive and happy, they receive all their memories again, and they get to return home to their own family.

I added it to a reblog but editing with @/qrevo's tags because this is what I was looking for but couldn't quite pin down to make it healing for Es too:

[fae-sodapop]

Man I hate it when my chicken gets freezer burnt. :/

Text -

Img 1: "it's so cold..."

Img 2: "He's so cold"

Img 3: "* you're lucky, you know? At least they never made you kill my/our/your family. At least you weren't the cause of your own world ending... Or maybe you were, Kris?"

[myroseprnceyuta]

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