#liebe spur

[ramon-1363]

Irgendwann kommt eine Zeit in deinem Leben, in der du entscheiden musst, ob du eine Seite weiter blättern willst oder das Buch für immer schließt..

[daughterofhecata]

Ich glaube, "Bestechung eines Polizeibeamten" ist noch das geringste Vergehen, dessen die Jungs sich so im Laufe der Jahre schuldig machen. (Und von dem *hat* Cotta wenigstens was! Also, außer Kopfschmerzen.)

[justusjonas]

art trade mit @bobandrews 🥰 wir haben eine szene aus "die spur der toten" zu einem comic gemacht und ich durfte für eins der panel lunas tolles lineart ausmalen! die anderen zwei findet ihr auf ihrem blog ❤️ unter dem cut ist der originalausschnitt aus dem buch und bob & justus weil 🥺

[tacticalprincess]

a/n i need him in ways that wouldve gotten me lobotomized in the 50s…

himbo!könig wanted your first time together to be special. after all the months of work he put in getting you to take him seriously, all of his dumb attempts at courting you, he wasn’t going to fumble his chances with you now.

he’s usually pretty confident in himself, almost to the point of delusion, but something about you makes him so nervous, and he can’t wrap his head around someone like you genuinely being interested in a goofy guy like him :( that’s why he misses all of the opportunities you give him to fuck you, always taking your hints and attempts at seducing him the wrong way…

“it’s so hot in here, köni.” “are you getting sick, liebchen? should i turn the air on?” “no, i think i’m wearing too many clothes…” “…you don’t look overdressed to me.”

at some point you start to question if he actually does want you in that way. but the way even the slightest touch from you has him popping boners is enough to shake you out of those doubts. everything about you seems to turn him on. he’s convinced you were plucked straight from his wettest dreams, and he can’t stand to be in close proximity to you for too long without being affected. but he thinks he hides it well enough— always covering the proof of his arousal with a subtle pillow over his lap whenever you’re around.

of course he wants to make the move, but he wants to do it properly. it happens the night he takes you to a small town carnival. he planned on kissing you on top of the ferris wheel, but he unfortunately surpassed the weight limit. instead he holds your hand on the rollercoasters and you feed each other fair food. he insists on stopping at every game until he’s won you too many stuffed animals for you to carry and eventually you’re forced to leave.

he’s shaking in his boots by the time you get back to his place, tripping over the mess on his floor and stumbling over his words. sensing his hesitancy, you’re the one to lead him to his room, your hand wrapped around his large finger.

“are you sure, maus? we don’t have to, i have DVDs–”

“shut up and fuck me, köni.” you huff, already fully naked and exposed on his bed. “please.”

he plans to take it slow, he really does. getting the chance to please you, to be let inside your hot body for the first time, is a privilege he doesn’t take lightly. he wants you both to savor it, he has to make it good for you :(

instead, he absolutely loses himself the moment his fat, pulsing cock sinks into your gummy cunt. he goes full caveman, your headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts for all your poor neighbors to hear :( all thoughts leave him when he’s sheathed inside of you except for how perfect your sopping pussy feels around him, borderline animalistic as he uses your smaller body as a fleshlight. the sounds of his heavy balls smacking against your ass accompanied by your pretty whines and moans only spur him on.

he fucks you in missionary so it’s more intimate, but there’s nothing romantic about the way he’s mounting you. you thank god for making you flexible as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears, seemingly trying to push his cock deeper than your small cunny has room for, stretching your poor cunt past its limit. you swear you can feel him all the way in your stomach, mushroom tip bruising your cervix with each thrust.

you don’t even notice you’re sobbing until he does. “are you okay, liebe? does it hurt?” he asks through heavy pants. “fuck, i’m sorry. i don’t think i can stop myself, you just— you feel so fucking good. you’re so… warm… squeezing me so tight. just- just hang in there for me, ja?”

your brain can’t work for long enough to form words, rough thrusts drawing nothing but high pitched staccato “uh-uh-uh”’s from your throat. you’re drunk on the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open, the way his heavy body squishes yours, barricading you in so you’re completely engulfed by him. his hairy stomach ruts against your sensitive, puffy clitty until you’re clenching around him, your sudden orgasm draining the cum out of his tight balls. “so good. fuck, you’re so perfect. best pussy i’ve ever felt.” he fucks you through the high, mindlessly overstimulating you both until you have to physically push him off of you.

you might’ve created a monster…

[thegreatgatslin]

AFTER CLOSING - m. kaiser x f!reader (18+)

tw: afab reader, down bad kaiser, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, no protection whatsoever || wc: 0.6k || 18+ under the cut

ex!bf michael kaiser who's started to miss his home country quite a bit after a while as a foreign student - well, the taste of it, at least - and brings his teammates to a new german restaurant/bar that opened up near campus recently.

ex!bf michael kaiser who watches with slight disgust as his teammates ogle the pretty waitresses, who are decked out in traditional german barmaid clothing that leaves little to the imagination.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose eyes widen when he realises one of the waitresses working tonight's shift is you, his ex-girlfriend who he broke up with two months ago, and he can't seem to get over how unbelievably good you look right now.

ex!bf michael kaiser who seems a little subdued when you come over to take their order, averting his eyes. (he's ashamed at how he can't stop staring at how your tits sit in that fucking top, and how he can't get his raging hard-on to die down.) you look him up and down briefly, and leave without another word.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose gaze never leaves you as you flit between tables, hips swaying in that teasingly short skirt, the skirt that barely covers your ass when you bend over ever so slightly - and he catches a glimpse of your baby blue panties, his favourite colour on you.

ex!bf michael kaiser who can't help but raise an eyebrow as you set down his kirschwasser, his cherry brandy, with an oh-so-obvious cherry-red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. no prizes for guessing who it belongs to.

ex!bf michael kaiser who snaps when he sees oliver aiku, a defender from a rival university, hitting on you. cutting short his conversation with ness, he downs his crimson liquid courage in one go and storms over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear -

"why don't i stay until after closing and show you a good time, liebling?"

ex!bf michael kaiser who waits for you to close up the restaurant for the night with shaky hands before he practically pounces, his large hands all over you as his tongue explores your mouth, and you let out one of the most pathetic whines he's ever heard.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you take him down your tight little throat, scoffing as tears prick your eyes at the uncomfortable sensation. you can take it, he murmurs to you as you gag on his cock. you've done it before.

ex!bf michael kaiser who gets on his knees and eats you out against the counter, sucking fervently on your swollen clit as you tangle your hands in his soft blonde hair, calling out his name in just the way he's missed; this only spurs him on, and he spits on your cunt, sex-drunk eyes locking with yours as he dives back in between your legs.

ex!bf michael kaiser who bends you over the restaurant's bar and fucks you raw until your toes are curling in your black heels. he's got a hand on the back of your neck holding you steady, giving him a clear view of how your ass recoils against his hips in that slutty little skirt of yours.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you cum twice more before his sticky seed is filling you up just how you like it, watching his cum drip out of you with no little satisfaction.

that is, until he hears a whimper from you that sounds suspiciously like "more" -

ex!bf michael kaiser who's already pushing his hardening cock back into you, asking you breathlessly, "won't you please take me back, meine liebe?"

a/n: sorry hornyposting again

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[ninibeingdelulu]

His empress ✧

Plot: Because of Michael’s busy life, he barely have any time for you.

A/N: Loved Kaiser from day one , like he’s literally my bf. Also, I made him a little poetic so idk if it’s good😓.

The apartment doorslammed with enough force to rattle the windows. Michael stormed inside, cleats leaving muddy tracks across the hardwood in his wake.

His sharply angled features were locked in a ferocious scowl, blue eyes blazing with frustration. Another grueling training had pushed his limits to the brink once more.

You glanced up from the kitchen, unable to mask your wince at the unrepentant mess he left behind.

"Welcome home," you ventured in a measured tone, knowing his volatile moods all too well.

Michael barely acknowledged you. Instead he ripped off his muddied jersey in an angry flourish and hurled it aside, seeking to strip away the stench of another dissatisfying day.

Your eyes followed his toned form from behind the marble island as he stomped towards the bathroom. His shoulder muscles were knotted ropes of tension beneath that porcelaine skin.

You knew it was intentional, feeling your steady gaze tracking him like a hunting falcon.

That was just Michael's way - everything was a crucible, an excuse to exude that overwhelming dominance he so craved.

But today the display did little to spur your usual fluttering admiration. A different rawness simmered in your chest as you watched him disappear into the bathroom without a backwards glance.

The spray of running water filled the strained silence in Michael's wake. You stood there motionless, mulling over the painful sting festering deeper each day.

Though his ferocious commitment to training and perfecting his craft was legendary, lately it had consumed him to an almost alienating degree. Including from you.

How long had it been since you last shared an intimate moment together?

Or even heard that cocksure voice murmur sweet maddening praises that used to set you aflame from the inside out?

Those precious instances had dwindled to near non-existence as Michael became more obsessed, more distant, more...unseeing of the person he'd once crowned his devoted empress.

The bathroom door creaked open, steam billowing out with Michael's emergence in fresh sweats. Without forethought, the question slipped from your lips in a dull murmur.

"Do you even care about me anymore?"

His hand paused where he scrubbed the towel through those signature bedhead spikes. Sea-glass eyes flicked over to pin you with an owlish blink.

"What?"

You swallowed, turning to face him fully now that his defenses were stripped bare.

"Sometimes I wonder if you ever really loved me at all... or if I was just another passing conquest for the 'great emperor' to claim and discard."

The words hung in the air with damning finality.

Michael froze, hands falling away from his blonde and blue hair. For several beats his expression was unreadable, marbled handsomeness set in an impenetrable mask.

Then his sculpted brows slashed downwards in undisguised hurt.

You shrank back instinctively when he stalked towards you with quickened strides, expecting more flaring tempers to clash.

But instead of the storm you braced for, gentle calloused palms cradled your face with trembling reverence.

Michael searched your gaze with those kaleidoscope depths, as if reacquainting himself with the woman he'd unforgivably taken for granted.

"You..." he started roughly before clearing his throat. "Never think that, liebe. Not even for a moment."

A shuddery inhale filled Michael's broad chest as one hand drifted down to splay over your thundering heart. His touch was feather-light, worshipful in its tenderness.

"You are the single greatest treasure I've ever had the honor of possessing, my shining star among the world's dim masses. More divine than any earthly jewel or victory on the pitch."

You felt your breath hitch at the unbridled ardor shining through those captivating blue eyes. Michael's voice dropped to an intimate baritone murmur that caressed over you like velvet.

"I am an arrogant, obsessive fool in so many ways - but my absolute worship of you is one truth I'll never stray from. You make me an emperor worthy of respect, make me burn with desire to prove my worth to stand at your side.I-"

He cut himself, his thumb brushing over the plump swell of your bottom lip reverently.

"It is my gravest sin to ever make you question how utterly you reign over my soul, meine liebe. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant these last weeks, I just had a lot in mind with the upcoming games. Forgive me if I made you feel l didn’t care about you."

You were rendered utterly speechless at the searing depth behind Michael's heartfelt confession.

A powerful tremor rippled down your frame, threatening to melt you into an incoherent puddle.

Before you could trust yourself to speak, he sealed his words with a ravaging kiss that blazed away any remaining traces of doubt.

His hands tangled in your hair, keeping you molded flush to his solid frame as if you were the single tether anchoring him to this world.

When the need for air finally parted your joined mouths, Michael bored his eyes into yours with hypnotic intensity.

A familiar smolder flickered to life in their whirling depths - a predatory allure reserved only for his empress.

"Tonight," he rasped against your swollen lips, "allow me to worship you again and again, until the nights where you felt alone disappear from your mind, mein juwel..."

[kleine-joost]

Sweet Dream 18+ MDNI

Ski Aggu x AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: THIS IS SMUT!! THIS IS RPF!! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THAT JUST MOVE ON PLS AND THX uuhh also piv sex, unprotected sex, a little masturbation but its light

a/n: this is due to @spentandpent 's horny ramblings, thank u bb xx

WC: 1.4k

You woke up discovering that the fatigue hadn’t left your bones overnight like you hoped. You let out a groan into the quiet, still room and looked to your left. August was still asleep beside you, his hair awry and his lips parted ever so slightly, letting out tiny snores on every exhale.

You recalled the dream you had just before you woke up. A memory? Sort of. More like an amalgamation of all the best parts of the man next to you. His hands, his big hands, his arms, strong arms, the thin spread of blond hair across his body… Your core ached for him the more you thought of him and what he’d do to you. You were practically drooling lost in the daydream.

You body was beginning to feel warmer and warmer, your skin sheened with a light layer of sweat as you breathing became more and more laboured. You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips for any kind of friction between you and your underwear.

Without thought, one of your hands slowly began caressing your body. Over your thighs and hips, stomach and stopping briefly the massage your breast, your core was pulsing with how worked up you had gotten yourself. 

You slipped one hand into your panties, gently stroking over your lips. You sighed, you wished it was your boyfriend’s hand, but you knew he needed the sleep. 

You pressed two fingers onto your clit, clenching your jaw to keep quiet and pressing your head back into your pillow as far as you could for some kind of release from the pleasure.

Gently, you began to stroke back and forth, back and forth, collecting the slick from your hole as you went. There was something spurring you one, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, perhaps it was the haste of it, you felt like a teenager just trying to get off as quick as possible, or maybe it was the fact that the object of your desire was laying right next to you and none the wiser to what you were doing to yourself.

You couldn’t help the strangled groan that erupted from your throat as you slipped in the two fingers, now slick and slippery. It wasn’t quite enough, you were used to…larger hands…but you’d just have to make do. You slowly pumped in and out of your cunt, desperately chasing the high you needed so bad. 

You didn’t realise you had an audience, Aggu woke to the sounds of the mattresses springs and your heavy breathing. He watched as you groped your chest, pumping in and out faster. He could tell just how needy you were, a whining, blubbering mess.

“Need some help, Schatz?” His voice was still croaky from just waking up. You jumped at the sound, slowing your hand and looking at him.

He had a look in his eye you couldn’t place, but the smirk across his mouth told you everything you needed to know. You silently nodded.

“Here, let me…” He shuffled closer to you, grabbing your hand and removing it from your underwear.

You watched in awe as he pulled your hand up to his mouth, letting your fingers lie on his tongue as his lips encased them. His tongue circled your fingertips, lapping up all the slick still on them. You practically could’ve cum right then as he moaned at the taste of you, eyes closed and fully treasuring it.

You slipped your fingers from between his lips, core still trembling.

“P-please, baby…” You whispered, face pressing into his shoulder.

“Please what? What do you want, Liebe?” He always was such a tease.

You groaned in frustration, hooking one leg over his body. “Please help me cum, Baby, I need you.”

He smiled, running one hand up your leg, resting it just below your ass. “How do you want it?”

Your mind was almost too overstimulated with the thoughts of Aggu. You stuttered for a moment. He gently placed a hand on your head, smoothing down your hair and giving you a quiet ‘hmm?’.

“Wanna ride you,” you answered in a quiet tone, your voice so timid he thought you’d just about shatter.

In a brief second, he’d pushed you to his chest and rolled onto his back so you were straddling his hips. He placed deliberate, wet kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder and roughly kneaded the fat of your ass. You could feel he was already half-hard, rubbing against your folds.

You palmed him through his boxers, eliciting a devilish moan that sent shockwaves through your chest as he continued to suck bruises across your tits.

You were feeling lightheaded, you could barely think. All you wanted was August.

Your hand slowly made its way under his waistband. His skin was hot, burning even, and you could feel his muscles recoil from your sudden touch. You softly ran your hand up and down his length, spreading his precum as you went. Before your hand could cramp, you removed it from his boxers. He tried to let out a groan at the loss of touch, but you cut him off with a gentle kiss. 

“Please fuck me,” you whispered in a tone, that had it been from anyone but you, he would’ve found pathetic, but from you it just made him even harder.

You both quickly shimmied out of your pajamas–well, underwear, it was a hot summer night the night before and your room could not get cool enough to warrant any actual clothes–throwing them somewhere in the expanse of the room, before you returned to straddling him.

You hovered above him on your knees as he rubbed his pulsing, pink tip against your slick. You tentatively lowered down on his cock, stretching your hole out with every inch you sunk further and further down.

He softly whispered in your ear as you adjust to his girth, so quiet you can’t actually make out what he’s saying but the sentiment is enough to get you through.

After a few moments of breathing, you began to move. Just slightly at first, rocking back and forth for any friction you could get. Aggu barely blinked, watching your face contort in the effort it took to move with your tired legs.

You tried to move up and down his cock as best you could, only the sounds of skin could be heard in the room. But it wasn’t enough for you to get even close to that high you desperately craved, and Aggu knew it.

“Here, Hase, let me help you.” He sat up, planting his hands firmly on your hips and helping you move up and down.

With the newfound speed you couldn’t help the small mews that left your mouth as he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. He began to meet you halfway, driving upwards, until each thrust had you breathless and babbling.

The air in the room was hot, and your skin quickly became sticky. You were so lost in the feeling, you didn’t even realise your hand had involuntarily snaked to your clit, rubbing messy circles and increasing the pleasure tenfold.

You were hurtling towards your orgasm that you wanted so badly. And if Aggu’s groans were anything to go by, he wasn’t far off either. It became a race to the finish line, though more as if you were on the same team. 

The slapping of skin and deep moans revolved around the room in a cacophony of ecstasy as you felt all the muscles in your stomach snap and your skin gain goosebumps all over, gushing over Aggu’s cock.

You could just about hear him over the ringing in your ears as he continued to plough into you, strangled breaths and beads of sweat running down his face and neck. “Almost there, Schatz…Almost there…”

You gently bounced to meet his thrusts, your pussy overstimulated and pulsing, which only spurred him on more.

With one final thrust, he slowed. His eyes closed and mouth agape, you watched him as he released into you.

He caught his breath and looked at you, a dumbfound smile on his face. “You’re so perfect, Schatz.”

You let out a giggle from deep within your chest, slowly sliding off of him and laying back down on the mattress. You tried to ignore the feeling of the mixture of both of your fluids slowly dripping out of you–that was a problem you could fix later. For now, you could just lay together in the warmth of the room.

[frubeto]

Ende der Nacht live thoughts:

Das Casino ist back??

oh Pia hat ein Problem(TM) (als wenn wir es nicht alle wussten)

yessss Adam findet die Pillen, perfekt

oh Esther weiß Dinge??

"Danke ich hab aufgehört" - cue awww Blick von Pia, so cute

"Wenn man etwas sehr liebt, dann kommt man zurück".... ja well nur leider warst das nicht du meine liebe

Adam und Pia late night talk!! Whooo!!! lets go!!!

...ehh okay warum ist so jetzt so ein love song Ding zwischen den beiden neee das geht gar nicht

was ist denn das für ein runtergekommener Abstellraum den sie als Verhörraum benutzen

Leo mit den Kindern wieder :))

Esther Lore???? Was geht denn da mit der französischen Kollegin??

who the fuck ist dieser Moritz dude eigtl

"Wenn wir nicht bald ne Spur von Pia jaben dreh ich auch durch" awwww

diese mannshohen Brennesseln einfach

oh FUCK schießt die einfach eiskalt Pia ab??? ich war gerade chips nachfüllen ich hab das fast verpasst

"Wenn man was liebt dann kommt man zurück" reprise o.o

Adam snackt!!

WHAAAAAAAAT the FUCK. What The Fuck. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

[shojizbae]

Just take yourself back to 2006

Tom Kaulitz x Reader

It's the later days of MySpace and the early days of YouTube, and Tokio Hotel is starting to take off. Fan girls are really beginning to amass, and the world getting very familiar with Tokio Hotel. One young German girl had since seen the band and their aesthetics and decided to change her appearance almost entirely. One walk down to the convenience store later, she locked herself in the bathroom for the night. She pulled an all-nighter, and when she emerged from her bedroom the following day, her mother jumped at the sight.

Gone was the good little Jewish girl she had raised. Drugstore eyeliner was coating your waterline. Different locks of your hair were bleached or had been dyed neon pink. Your once sensible collared shirts and khaki pants had been exchanged for a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans you accidentally bought when out with your great aunt. A lack of cool bras was exchanged for a leopard print bikini layered under a white camisole, which you had tied around your waist. You had taken a sharpie to your nails, and your lips were drenched in strawberry glaze lip gloss.

"Oh, good morning, liebe!" your mom quivers behind the batter bowl. "Do you want pancakes?"

"Nein, I'm going to the mall with some friends." you look disinterestedly at your pink razor. Just then, your mom notices that you're dragging a bag of clothes behind you

"What are you doing with those?"

"I'm not going to wear them anymore, so I will sell them to one of those charity shops. Yeah, and I think I will go to the music store, so can I have 50 euros?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

"Ugh, fine." You sling the trash bag over your shoulder, and your mother is not happy when you return with a hundred euros in your hand. God dammit, you have your dad in your back pocket, your mom remembers. You walk into town, sell your old clothes, get another hundred euros, and then take your new look for a spin. The bus ticket only eats up two of your euros, and when you get to the mall, you instantly grab the attention of some emos.

They take you under their skinny wings and drag you around Hot Topic. You're dragged through Victoria's Secret, and the girls show you the most natural push-up bras in the subtlest shades of neon magenta and bedazzled turquoise. They show you the matching G-strings and outfit you with all the best.

All your brand new best friends take the bus home with you and show you all the best music. Your parents aren't home, so you drag four random kids to your apartment. Your parents were horrified when they got home. Sure, it was natural to experiment at your age, and sure, 15 was a little old to still have horse posters up in your bedroom, but this was a real change.

Posters of men in tight leather pants with piercings covered your bedroom walls. Your sensible synagogue clothes had been smushed in the back of your closet to make room for miniskirts and ripped-up band tees. Your father nearly passed out when he saw that not only was your tongue pierced but also your eyebrow on your precious face? When they asked you what spurred on this change, all they got was

“What? I’m not your little girl anymore.” Your new friend may have overstayed their welcome, playing loud, trashy metal and eating all your snacks, but it was with you when Jax, a tall, spindly emo with purple highlights, said he would teach you how to make out with someone. You were just barely getting to second base when your mom walked in with a plate of carrots and hummus and sharply kicked all the kids out.

The next few months were a living hell of wresting you out of baggy jeans so your parents wouldn’t be kicked out of Temple. For that, you would abide because you did enjoy faith and your relationship with god, but as soon as you got back to the apartment, you would smear makeup on and practice with your new shitty Yamaha.

Getting more immersed in alternatives styles and culture you started posting covers of Metallica and eventually Tokio Hotel. Your covers start gaining traction some for your musical finesse and others for your looks. Accidentally you get really famous in almost a few months. When you start making money off your live shows, your mom takes over as your manager. She didn't like her 9-5 anyway.

When your gigs start making enough money to pay the bills for your dad, he lightens up on his disdain for your art. Slowly, you begin jotting down poetry, posting short videos of you noodling on your old acoustic guitar. Slowly, you sign a one-album contract with Universal Music Germany. While you juggle school and micro-fame, you spend every weekend at their recording studio.

It's one warm May Saturday when you meet him. You're both reaching for the same bottle of Coca-Cola when you brush his hands.

"Oh, entschuldigung!' you chime and continue reaching for the glass bottle.

"Entschuldigung," his slightly deeper (although still mid-pubescent) voice echoes as he reaches for the bottle. Your hands wrap around the neck as you stand together. Twin eyes flick from the bottle to each other. You relinquish the bottle and take a step back.

"Oh, I just wanted some soda." You offer kind of weakly

"Yeah, it was getting hot in the recording booth." He replies

"Oh, you're an artist. I thought you were some spoiled singer kid." You bend over to look for a different soda in the refrigerator and find that all that's left is carbonated lemonade. You ignore the gut feeling that the boy with your soda is checking your ass out. "So, are you a soloist?" You crack off the lid and flick it into a nearby trashcan

"No," I'm the guitarist at Tokio Hotel." You choke on your drink. "You don't know who I am?"

"You're Tom Kaulitz?" Your voice cracks as you point at him. You give yourself a chance to study his face, the lip piercing, the dreads, the eyes. He looks more normal than his usual promotional photos.

"You've probably heard this before, but I'm a really big fan." His face shows a wash of emotions before he settles on a bit of a snide smile.

"Really?" He steps a little closer, turning up the charm

"So are you some rich spoiled little nepo-girl. Usually, they make pretty hot babies." with his soda at his waist, he lifts your chin to look him in the eyes. "I mean, you're pretty hot, so you must be." you lean against the wall and tilt your hips toward his.

"Nein, I'm an artist. You're not too bad looking yourself, Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel." You slowly take the Coca-Cola from his hand and take a sip. He gulps at the sight of you holding eye contact as you swallow. Slightly, you hand him back the bottle and duck out of his hold. He watches in awe as you strut to your recording booth. Tom rakes a hand down his face as he watches your ass move, and his band members join him in the break room.

"Who's the babe?' Gustav slings an arm over his shoulder

"My future wife." Tom holds back from a whimper exiting his mouth

[nightowlsflights]

Mein Statement zur Spatort-Gretchenfrage: Hörk und Pesther Canon machen? Ja, nein, vielleicht? Geht das überhaupt?

Part 1: Einfach nur das ownen, was eh schon da ist!

Ist (ein ganz bisschen) länger, daher unter dem Cut 😉

Was Hörk betrifft: Die boys benehmen sich eh schon wie ein altes Ehepaar, also was die Dynamiken angeht während der Ermittlungen und so würde sich gar nicht so viel ändern tbh ! Easy. Check. Es geht also nur darum, das, was eh schon (accidentally, but nevertheless...) seit Folge eins da ist ein kleines bisschen mehr zu ownen. Den Regler ganz vorsichtig noch eine Spur höher zu drehen. Kunst hat es so an sich, ein Eigenleben zu entwickeln und das Werk, was man am Ende vor sich hat ist oft überraschenderweise irgendwie anders geworden, als das, was man am Reißbrett vorher entworfen hatte. Aber das ist gerade das lebendige und schöne an Kunst. Und das ist hier passiert. Man wollte die Beziehung zwischen Leo und Adam anders erzählen. Das, was da an crazy-mazy Chemistry abging war nicht so geplant. Aber es ist passiert. Und zwar so heftig, dass selbst viele „boomer Zuschauer“ sämtlicher Geschlechter es sofort gespürt haben. Und: Selbst total heteronormativ geprägte Menschen erstaunlich ready waren, da auch einfach mit zu gehen! – Was für eine Chance, hier eine Liebes-Geschichte zu erzählen, auf die sich viele Leute gar nicht eingelassen hätten, wenn sie von Anfang an explizit so angekündigt und geplant gewesen wäre. So, wie sie aber quasi „ausversehen“ von selbst irgendwie zwischen den Zeilen entstanden ist, ist sie doch irgendwie ein wundervolles Beispiel für folgende universelle Tatsache: Liebe ist Liebe und alle können sie wahrnehmen/mitschwingen/mitfühlen, egal, wie heteronormativ oder eben queer man selbst ist und egal welche Geschlechter die Liebenden in der Geschichte haben. Das einzige was einen davon abhält sind Schranken im Kopf, die verhindern, dass man sich mit Liebe die nicht den eigenen Sehgewohnheiten entspricht, konfrontiert. Wenn der Spatort das nun sozusagen „durch die Hintertür“ bei einigen Leuten geschafft hat, die Herzen etwas zu erweitern, dann sage ich: Ownt es! Schaut euch an, was ihr (ausversehen) geschaffen habt und baut darauf auf! 🙏🫶

[ramon-1363]

Wir werden uns zwar nicht mehr sehen, aber ich werde dennoch dein bester Fremder sein und dich aus der Ferne für immer lieben..🥀��

[daughterofhecata]

*über Mathilda*

"Meinst du, sie kann Gedanken lesen?", fragte Peter.

"Hoffentlich nicht", meinte Justus bange.

[alintheshitposter]

Minninger hat einfach wieder Kelly mit Jeffrey ersetzt. Ein bisschen liebe ich ihn ja dafür. (Aber Spur der Toten hab ich ihm immer noch nicht verziehen.)

Jeffrey hat eine SPRECHROLLE😍 Wie lange hatten wir das bitte nicht mehr?😩

wir ignorieren einfach, dass er null nach einem Himbo-Teenager klingt aber er hat eine fucking SPRECHROLLE🥹

[bibastibootz]

Happy Birthday!

Es klingelt an der Tür. Thorsten seufzt und schält sich vom Sofa. Auf dem Couchtisch vor ihm steht eine halbleere Tasse Tee, die den regnerischen Tag ein bisschen angenehmer macht. Auf dem Weg zur Haustür muss er lächeln. Vielleicht ist es ja–

„Sebastian“, sagt er zu dem Mann, der vor seiner Tür steht und dessen Haare nass auf seiner Stirn kleben. Trotz des kalten Regens, durch den er sich hierher gekämpft hat, erwidert er Thorstens Lächeln. Seine Hände hat er verheißungsvoll hinter dem Rücken verschränkt. „Was machst du denn hier?“, fragt Thorsten.

Sebastian zuckt mit den Schultern. „Nur, weil wir heute nicht arbeiten müssen, kann ich doch trotzdem vorbeikommen und dir zum Geburtstag gratulieren, oder?“

„Klar.“

„Also“, sagt Sebastian und es sieht etwas unbeholfen aus, wie er da steht. Wie bestellt und nicht abgeholt, seine Lederjacke ein paar Brauntöne dunkler. „Happy Birthday!“, ruft er, eine kleine Spur zu laut, sodass jetzt auch Thorstens Nachbarn wissen müssen, dass er heute Geburtstag hat.

„Danke“, antwortet Thorsten und kann sich das Grinsen kaum verkneifen. Der Anblick von einem nassen, aber lächelnden Sebastian erfüllt ihn mit einer unsagbaren Freude – wie eigentlich immer, aber heute eben besonders. „Willst du reinkommen? Unter dir bildet sich ja schon eine Pfütze.“

Das lässt Sebastian sich nicht zweimal sagen. „Ich dachte schon, du fragst nie“, sagt er und zwängt sich an Thorsten vorbei in den engen Flur. Dabei lässt er seinen Rücken immer zur Wand gedreht. Er fällt fast um, als er sich dann die Schuhe von den Füßen streift und an seinen Socken hängenbleibt.

Thorsten schließt die Tür und beobachtet Sebastians Balanceakt ganz genau. „Was wird das, wenn es fertig ist?“

„Geduld, alter Mann!“

Thorsten hebt seinen Zeigefinger. Lachen muss er trotzdem. „Vorsicht, oder du gehst gleich wieder.“

„Wäre doch schade um den Kuchen“, antwortet Sebastian und beugt sich mit einem Grinsen zur Seite, damit er endlich das hervorholen kann, was er die ganze Zeit hinter seinem Rücken versteckt hat. Zum Vorschein kommt ein Teller mit einem kleinen runden Kuchen, der mit glänzender Schokolade überzogen und in Klarsichtfolie eingepackt wurde. „Du magst doch Schokokuchen, oder?“

Thorsten nickt. „Ich liebe Schokokuchen und das weißt du sehr wohl.“

„Ganz genau.“ Sebastian hebt seine Augenbrauen und wackelt ein bisschen mit dem Kuchenteller vor sich, bis Thorsten ihm den Kuchen endlich abnimmt. Dann hängt er seine triefende Jacke auf und streicht sich ein paar Mal durch das strähnige Haar. Er sieht jetzt zwar aus wie glattgeleckt, aber das ist besser als kalte Regentropfen, die ihm ständig in die Augen laufen. Mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln folgt er Thorsten schließlich ins Wohnzimmer, breitet eine Wolldecke auf dem Sofa aus und setzt sich wie selbstverständlich hin. Hoffentlich trocknet seine Hose schnell.

„Möchtest du einen Kaffee oder Tee oder was anderes?“, fragt Thorsten, als er noch einmal Richtung Küche verschwindet.

„Tee.“

„Alles klar“, ruft Thorsten aus der Küche, gefolgt von dem Klirren von Porzellan und dem aufbauenden Rauschen eines Wasserkochers.

Sebastian lehnt sich zurück und lässt seinen Blick durch das Wohnzimmer wandern. Es ist alles aufgeräumt, so wie immer. Und es sieht so ganz und gar nicht nach Geburtstag aus. Vielleicht hätte er ein paar Luftballons und Luftschlangen mitbringen sollen. Nächstes Mal, denkt er sich.

Nach ein paar Minuten trägt Thorsten zwei dampfende Tassen herein und stellt sie auf dem Couchtisch ab. Dann holt er noch zwei kleine Teller, zwei Kuchengabeln und ein scharfes Messer. Als er sich neben Sebastian auf das Sofa setzt, wendet er sich direkt Sebastian zu.

„Schön, dass du da bist“, sagt er nach einem Moment Stille, so als hätte er erst nach den richtigen Worten suchen müssen.

Sebastian lächelt und hält kurz Thorstens Blick, bevor er zu seinen Händen runterguckt. „Ich, äh“, sagt er und greift ein zweites Mal hinter seinen Rücken. Als er eine kleine Geschenkrolle mit Schleife hervorholt, runzelt Thorsten die Stirn.

„Wo hast du das denn jetzt hergeholt?“

„Frag lieber nicht.“ Sebastian zupft die plattgedrückte Schleife noch einmal zurecht und überreicht Thorsten dann das Geschenk. „Mach einfach auf.“

Mit einem etwas skeptischen Blick öffnet Thorsten die Schleife und legt das Band auf dem Tisch ab. Dann reißt er vorsichtig das Geschenkpapier auf und entfaltet den aufgerollten Zettel, der zum Vorschein kommt.

Sebastian starrt ganz gebannt auf das ausgepackte Geschenk in Thorstens Händen. „Du meintest letztens, dass du mehr Kultur schnuppern möchtest. Und da dachte ich mir–“

„Dass ein Musicalbesuch perfekt wäre“, beendet Thorsten den Satz, als er erkannt hat, was er gerade in den Händen hält – ein Musicalticket.

„Genau.“

Thorsten guckt sich das Ticket an, das sich etwas widerspenstig immer wieder zusammenrollen will. „Das ist ja schon nächstes Wochenende“, kommentiert er.

„Wir haben da keinen Dienst, also hatte ich gehofft, dass wir–“

„Wir?“, wiederholt Thorsten und blickt von dem Geschenk auf.

Sebastian nickt. „Du musst da nicht allein hingehen, ich hab mir auch eine Karte geholt.“

„Achso. Kein ganz so selbstloses Geschenk, hm?“ Thorsten schmunzelt und tippt mit dem Ticket ein paar Mal gegen seine Fingerspitzen. „Ich muss aber gestehen, mir sagt der Titel gar nichts.“

Sebastian wedelt mit seiner Hand in der Luft. „Irgendwas mit Vampiren.“

„Ach ne!“ Thorsten lacht und rollt mit den Augen. „So viel verrät mir ja allein schon der Titel.“

Sebastian zuckt mit den Schultern und greift nach seiner Tasse Tee. „Maja meinte auf jeden Fall, dass es super ist. Und ich vertrau ihr da voll und ganz. Sie meinte, dass es auch dir gefallen wird und sie wünscht uns ganz viel Spaß. Soll wohl ganz lustig sein.“

„Na dann“, sagt Thorsten und legt das Ticket auf dem Couchtisch ab. „Schöne Idee. Danke dir.“

„Gerne.“ Sebastians Wangen werden ein bisschen warm, als er Thorstens Lächeln erwidert. Ihm liegt noch etwas auf der Zunge, also pult er nervös an seinem Daumen herum, bevor er es endlich rausbekommt. „Wir können davor ja auch noch etwas essen gehen“, sagt er schließlich.

„Gerne.“ Thorstens Augen beginnen zu funkeln, als sein Lächeln noch breiter wird.

Sebastian legt seinen Kopf schief. „Oder wir gehen danach noch etwas trinken.“

„Oder beides“, schlägt Thorsten vor.

„Oder beides“, wiederholt Sebastian und kann es dieses Mal nicht verstecken, dass er rot wird. Thorstens warmes Lächeln würde er am liebsten in seine Hosentasche stecken, damit er es immer bei sich hat.

Dann räuspert Thorsten sich und dreht sich in Richtung Couchtisch. „Jetzt erstmal ein Stück Kuchen?“

„Unbedingt.“ Sebastian schiebt einen Teller zu Thorsten und zieht den anderen näher an sich heran. „Ich hoffe, er schmeckt“, sagt er und entfernt die Folie von dem Kuchen.

„Bestimmt“, antwortet Thorsten und greift nach dem Messer. Der Kuchen ist der beste Schokokuchen, den Thorsten je gegessen hat.

für @viennaisalwayscalling (aus ganz unerklärlichen Gründen 🤭)

[papierflamingo]

„Hung up (Time goes by so slowly)“

Hallo, na, seid ihr noch alle da?

Meine Bürohasen sperren sich gerade etwas, was bei Thomas Schmitt der schlimme Oktober ist, ist hier der schwierige November…

In Kürze möchte ich aber das neue Kapitel hochladen, es wird etwas anders als die vorherigen, vielleicht melancholischer, aber trotzdem voller Liebe.

Und dann geht es wirklich bald dem Ende zu, unglaublich wie groß dieses Projekt geworden ist - ich wollte doch nur 12 fröhliche Slow Burn Kapitel posten, mit je vielleicht 2k Worten maximal. Und dann hat mich alles rechts überholt und mitgerissen 🫠

💛

Update 18.10.2024: schon hab ich den NOVEMBER hochladen können 😊

[olgalenski]

Hallo, ich hoffe, du bist gut ins neue Jahr gekommen! Falls es nicht zu dreist ist, würde ich dir gerne die Fragen 9 und 10 von kathastrophens Jahresend-ask game stellen. Liebe Grüße

Hi ich bin sehr gut reingekommen, ich hoffe du auch

und natürlich darfst du fragen, deswegen reblogge ich sowas ja ^^

9: Wie viele WIPs nimmst du mit ins nächste Jahr? (Mach uns gerne neugierig!)

also wir ignorieren mal die WIPs die ich zwischen 2016 und 2022 angefangen habe weil die zu Castle und asoiaf gehören und sehr wahrscheinlich auch nicht weiter geschrieben werden. wobei die eine die ich im februar 2020 angefangen hab schon sehr nice wär aber nee

also die von 2024 sind alle Tatort Frankfurt und es sind 8. in verschiedenen Stadien von Progress. also glaube die meisten sind: hier ist eine Idee die ich mal aufschreiben muss, weil ich mich eigentlich auf was anderes konzentrieren muss, aber n paar haben auch so halb geschriebene Sätze und angefangene Szenen und somewhat detaillierte outlines

wir hätten da eine dritte Das Monster von Kassel Story, in der sie einfach zu dritt mit der Lauritzen essen gehen. die wäre dann aber POV die Lauritzen, die irgendwann so fragt: okay seit wann seid ihr jetzt zusammen? und dann beide komplett überfordert. (kannst mir nicht sagen, dass sie das nicht dachte. weswegen die Tatsache, dass sie nur mit Paul essen gegangen is einfach so richtig dumm und unrealistisch ist aber gut)

zu dMvK gibt es auch eine so: Annas thoughts nachdem Paul einfach nein sagt, und wieso genau stört sie das jetzt eigentlich? er kann doch machen was er will. und neee er is ja eh nich mein typ ich ignorier das jetzt vielen dank. is das dann introspection oder wie das heißt? keine Ahnung. auch keine Ahnung ob ich das wirklich mal schreibe aber das war auch die erste Idee, die ich hatte. im März. nachdem ich frankfurt komplett geguckt hatte zum ersten Mal

dann hab ich zu fürchte Dich ein AU was entstand weil ich beim Ersten Mal gucken nicht mitbekommen hab, dass Anna zwischendurch Jahrelang in Berlin gewohnt hat und mir dachte als ob Paul und Fanny jetzt nicht bei Anna unterkommen können. und dann meinte Mariele so sie sieht die Folge eh nicht als Canon an, weil die sich duzen und mein gehirn war so: okay wenn das so nicht passiert ist, aber sein Haus trotzdem abgebrannt ist: wieso bietet Anna ihm nicht ihr Gästezimmer an. (wenn ich mir angucke wie ihre Wohnung in der Turm aussieht, is das gar nicht mehr so unrealistisch dass sie n Gästezimmer hat. weil da war ne Tür zwischen ihrem Schlafzimmer und da wo der PC steht, und der sah nicht aus wie das Wohnzimmer anyway) bin dann zu dem Entschluss gekommen, sie war einfach grad in Australien ihren Sohn besuchen und mitten in der NAcht, bzw bei ihr dann Morgens iwann ruft Paul an weil sie die erste Person ist, an die er denkt. und ja kp. Problem hier is halt, dass das so n AU is, wo ich die gesamte Entstehungsgeschichte erstma erklären müsste wahrscheinlich xD und außer dem Telefonat hab ich da auch nicht viel. aber vllt wird das ja nochmal was

fürchte Dich hat auch noch ne Option von Anna schafft es Merle aus dem Haus zu holen und geht dann NOCHMAl rein weil Brix noch drin is und dann muss er sie da rausholen. aber auch hier mal sehen

Der Turm haben sie den Fall ja nicht wirklich aufgeklärt, also das jetzt n Cold Case: was wenn das neue Team in Frankfurt die sich ja um Cold Cases kümmern, da irgendwie ne neue Spur findet und den Fall nochmal aufrollen. aber dazu muss ich erstma n paar Folgen mit dem neuen Team schauen um zu wissen, wie die arbeiten

dann hab ich während meines Funkstille rewatches gedacht: alter warum seid ihr grad so weird miteinander, hab dann gedacht na wenn die guten und die Bösen die Folge is, nach der Paul checkt, dass er Anna liebt und dann unterbewusst überreagiert und abstand nimmt, ergibt das sinn und dann sind wir bei: anna is komplett verwirrt davon und fragt sich ob ER mitbekommen hat, was sie seit Kassel weiß

und dann auch eine die guten und die Bösen paul denkt drüber nach, was anna ihn gefragt hat, weil der Matzerath sie gefragt hat (Haben Sie jemanden schonmal so sehr geliebt, dass sich das angefühlt hat, als wäre er ein Teil von Ihnen?) das hat sogar schon 400 Worte ich weiß nur echt nich, wie er die Erkenntnis haben soll lol

joa und dann die eine die ich länger im Kopf hatte aber immer dachte neee und dann am 30. oder so doch mariele mitgeteilt hab und die jetzt 1000 worte hat und wohl irgendwann geschrieben wird. AU in which they met once 27 Jahre vor Folge 1. kapieren tun sie das so 2023. also anna kapiert das. (also Paul wird 60 und feiert halt groß und seine schwestern sind so nett so hier sind Fotos von Paul in seinen 60 Jahren und eins is von sommer '88 und Anna denkt so jo the fuck. warum er da in Berlin war weiß ich noch nicht, aber das ja auch unwichtig.) joa die werd ich wohl mal weiter schreiben so die Tage

so und da ich ja noch 7 Folgen nochmal gucken muss, werden da wohl noch n paar dazu kommen dieses Jahr. ob irgendeine davon feritg wird? keine Ahnung.

10: Welche deiner Fics, die du dieses Jahr geschrieben hast, verdient mehr Aufmerksamkeit?

öhhh alle? also eig kann ich mich echt nich beschweren, wenn ich für kleine fandoms schreibe gibts da halt nich viel interaktion und das is voll oke. aber gerne alle. ich find die nämlich alle voll gut gelungen ^^

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