#look how far we‘ve come

[und-dann-war-es-fast-gut]

Die Noel Freundschaft in Staffel 27

~Teil 3~

Die Zombies und Pastinaken Kooperation geht in die neue Phase

Sie verbringen zu viel Zeit zusammen! Confirmed by Ava

Motivations-Coach Joel kann einen Erfolg verbuchen

„WIR werden ein großartiges filmisches Porträt über Noah Temel erstellen …“

project „WIR bringen Noah zu Colin“ is live now

„Ich hab dich lieb.“ - sag‘s mit Pastinade

Papa Temel sorgt sich, weil er seinen Sohn zum ersten mal alleine lässt

Der Ritterschlag: ein Spruch aus dem Beutel von Joels Känguru

🚨 NOEL HUG 🚨

Noel + Nolin + Jolin = Noelin aka fave Zimmertrio

[Teil 1] [Teil 2]

[curlyhairedprince]

it‘s been 5 years since I heard If I Could Fly live 🧍🏼

[thepersonnamedsam]

hello! i was hoping I could request something between gen z reader x the grid where she gets an anxiety attack or gets really anxious during press and how they would react or try to help her, could be due to something about the race or personal, love uuu<3

you’re gonna go far

pairing: the genz!driver x '23!grid

summary: social anxiety and social stuff don’t mix very well

word count: 2.3k

warnings: anxiety attack, angst, sexist comments

note: hiya!! yk i love your requests!! thank u <3

i have social anxiety myself, it’s written from my perspective - anxiety is experienced very different, pls remember that! and pls respect anyone who is experiencing anxiety or any mental disorder that is!

masterlist / taglist

We ain’t angry at you, love, you’re the greatest thing we‘ve lost.

The song blasted through her ears, tears started forming in her eyes. She missed home, so, so much. She felt guilty to leave all her friends and family at home to pursue her dreams. And this song, written by the brilliant Noah Kahan, just always made her cry and think about her hometown.

Well, maybe not always, mostly the days her anxiety sparks up - and today was one of those days. Usually media didn’t stress her out, but today was different. Her mood shifted and hyper sensitive, overstimulated and overwhelmed. And she usually had someone she trusted by her side at media, but not today. Today was just shit.

Paired with Lance, Kevin, Sergio and Niko, she just wished the day would be over. She was just glad that Daniel, Max, Oscar and Lewis would be after her, they would maybe wait for them to finish, so she could see them.

She was trying to help her calm down. Thinking about good possibilities and not bad ones. Not about how she would sit stiff and uncomfortable between Lance and Sergio. Or how she and Niko never really got along. Or how she couldn’t seek refuge in a known face. Or how she had to answer all the questions by herself and not have Max there to defend her and be her bodyguard. 

And she was doing it again.

What was she gonna do? Breath, just breath - that’s what she told herself. She was in desperate need for a break. She knew what she was getting herself into, but it was still so very much. She was glad that Hungary was the second last race before the summer pause. She would go home, maybe vacation a bit, but definitely head home and see her friends and family.

Her feet dragged her through the media pit against her will. She didn’t want to go there, she just wanted to curl up in her bed with a good book and some music. Her headphones still present on her head, at least she had her music.

She was so focused on the words of You’re gonna go far that she didn’t see Lance in her peripheral vision. He patted her on her back and she flinched as he passed her. He gave her a funny look as she just gave him a shy smile.

She sighed, she didn’t know how she could face this day. She wished she had Lewis or Max or Danny by her side, someone to lean on, someone who would protect her and help her out. But she was all alone in this world right now. That’s what she thought at least.

Sat next to her was Kevin and Sergio. Her leg was bouncing, her fingers couldn’t stop picking at her nails. Her breathing was fast. She knew that things would turn out bad pretty fast. She just knew it.

„So, the next question is for y/n. Seeing as you’re the only woman on the grid, do you feel intimidated by all of the men or do you actually like the challenge?“

Her mind raced. What? She wished for Max who would give a sassy comeback or for Lewis to out the comment as borderline sexist. Or just anyone to stand up for her at that moment, but no one did.

„Uh, thank you for your question. Uhm, I am not the only woman on the grid. There are lots of women working behind the scenes - mechanics, engineers, catering, strategists, everything. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t feel intimidated, because I know that I come from a powerful gender.“

Her answer was clip and clear, not even her voice was shaking, which she half expected to. But the interviewer grew visibly irritated.

„Can you go into it a bit more? Or could you please comment on the statement Christian Horner did? Here, I’ll refresh your mind: F1 is bringing in a young generation. It’s bringing in a lot of young girls because of all these great-looking young drivers.“

What had that to do with his question beforehand? Horner made that statement a longer time ago?

„Uhm yes, obviously we all know Christian by now, don’t we?“, she nervously laughed. „But uhm, he is obviously still wrong, like I originally commented when he first made that statement“ Her eyes were searching for something or someone familiar, but she couldn’t. Her vision occupied by interviewers and flashing cameras.

Her breath started to get faster, She tried to breath through her nose, not make it too obvious that she was having a moment. This would make headlines. Female driver gets anxiety attack whilst commenting on sexist statements.

Why wasn’t Lewis there? He knew what to do. He had caught her like this before - breathing rapid, fists clenched and fingers white. Eyes not focusing on anything particular and her chest heaving up and down from all her heavy breathing.

It was after she had found out that people were speculating about her - specifically that she had to sleep with her or any team principal to get her seat in F1. Her head was leaned against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest and her body was rocking back and forth.

„y/n, y/n, listen, look at me. Listen to me, can you please look at me, love?“, he pleaded. And when she finally did, Lewis let out a breath of relief. „Okay, look at me, darling, and follow my breathing, yes? It’s easy, you can do it, I believe in you.“

He grabbed her hands and put them to his own chest, so she could feel his breathing. Feel his calm heartbeat, even though he felt anything opposite calm. He looked her deep into her eyes and tried to reassure that everything was going to be alright.

„You’re gonna go far, y/n, listen to me, I know it, you’re gonna make it far.“

Her breathing had normalised and the tears stuck in her eyes, finally flowed down her cheeks. The soon turned into full on sobs and the older driver hugged the younger one. Embracing her and reassuring her, that none of the drivers would have believed the tabloids - they’ve seen her driving and know very well why she got offered her seat in F1.

She had thanked him about a thousand times and made him promise not to ever tell anyone. But if somebody else knew, maybe they could’ve helped her in this situation.

But luckily for y/n, this was all broadcast live, well, maybe not for her per se, because she knew about too many people were watching her lose herself on live television and her PR manager couldn’t just pull some magic strings to not have this air, but what she didn’t know was, that Seb was watching - her specifically.

And he did the only reasonable thing he could do, he called Lewis.

„Hey dude, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a long time. How’s retirement treating you?“ Lewis had a lot of questions for the German. The later laughed a bit, but turned serious pretty quickly. „Listen, I’m watching the pre-race interviews right now-“ Lewis interrupted him: „Yeah? I’m on next, you should definitely wait and see me on TV then.“

„Yeah that’s great Lew, but y/n is on right now. I think- no I’m pretty sure she’s having an anxiety attack on live television.“

Lewis was silent for a moment. „She is having what?“ - „An anxiety attack, you know what that is? It’s, uhm, when you get too overwhelmed and your psyche tells you that you’re experiencing immense fear at the moment and“, Lewis was tuning him out.

She was having an anxiety attack? Right now? During the pre-race interview? He had to help her.

„I’m on my way, thanks Seb“, and he hung up. He had to get there as fast as he could. Sprinting through the entire paddock to the media pin. On the way he almost crashed into Max, who was also making his way to the pin, Daniel by his side. The only looked at Lewis weird but soon we’re running with him, as he shouted: „It’s y/n!“

They arrived but no one wanted to let them in: „It’s not your turn yet, they’re still going. You have to wait until it’s your turn, you’ll be on in 10.“

„Listen, y/n, if you’re reacting this way to my question, you’re clearly not made for this sport, maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there.“

„And you’re clearly not made to interviews, asshole!“

All of them heard, the viewers heard, the drivers heard, the interviewers heard, but y/n was the only one who didn’t hear it.

Maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there. That was all she could hear. At least you’d look pretty there.

The other drives next to y/n didn’t know what to do. Their colleague was definitely having a though time, but they didn’t know how to help, they opted to just tilt their heads towards the floor and look just as uncomfortable as everyone in the room did - but no one stood up for her, expect Max.

„Maybe you should just fucking leave this pit before I will bash your disgusting face. Maybe you should scramble and flee. Maybe you should eat your on dick as you seem to like to put tiny and degrading things in your mouth. Maybe-“, Daniel stopped him, Max has said enough and made his point.

Lewis was already making his way up to her. Scooping her up and carrying her out of the pit.

At least you’d look pretty.

The sentence was going through her head like a loop, like a vinyl that’s broken and repeats all the worst parts. She felt like a broken record - cracked and well, broken.

„She‘s hyperventilating“, Danial pointed out. „Yeah no shit, sherlock.“ - „Max, let’s just focus on her right now, okay?“, the seven time world champion told the two time world champion. „Who’s garage is the nearest?“, Lewis asked into the round. „The Ferrari one is the first one on the grid“, Daniel said. „Let’s go then.“

Daniel led the way, fetching Lando on the way, she’d appreciate the support from the youngster. Even though he complained a lot to Danny.

„Don’t look, don’t look, we’re just passing through“, Daniel said as he tried to shield her and Lewis from all the cameras in the Ferrari garage. „What are you guys doing here?“, Carlos questioned, but as soon as he saw the crying mess in Lewis‘ arms he helped Daniel shield y/n. Carlos led them to Charles‘ side of the garage, as he had his closed off for anyone from the outside.

„What’s going on?“, a confused Charles asked the group now standing in his garage. „Charles, we need to go somewhere quiet, is that possible?“, Lewis asked the Ferrari driver. He nodded and led them to his drivers room, even though it was pretty tiny and probably wouldn’t fit all of them in it.

They set y/n on his sofa and Lewis was hovering in front of her. Lando sat on her right side, while Max was on her left. He took her hand in his, squeezing it, so she knew that he was there. „Hey y/n look at me. We’re in Charles‘ drivers room, in the Ferrari garage. Away from the media pit, okay? You’re safe with us now“, Lewis told her. „Breath with us.“

„In and out, just like that, darling, follow Lewis‘ breathing“, Daniel complimented y/n. „You’re doing great, shatje. So, so great. We’re all so proud of you.“

„You can let it all out, we won’t judge you“, Charles told her and just as he did, the dam broke. Her tears fell down onto her knees, she sobbed uncontrollably. She leaned her head on Landos shoulder and he pulled her close into his side. „You’re doing so well, love.“ - „Just keep breathing, don’t forget to breath“, Carlos told her. He was standing in the doorway with Charles, acting as bodyguards.

Danny walked around the room, trying to find something for y/n to drink out of. „Hey Charles, do you have some water or a bottle?“ The driver clad in red reacted fast and brought the Australian a tall glass of water. He brought y/n the glass and she had to stop crying to drink. Afterwards she got the hiccups. „There, there love, everything’s okay“, Lewis took her glass and patted her knee. „Remember what I told you? You’re gonna go far, okay? Don’t let that prick tell you otherwise.“

„At least you’d look pretty there.“

„Huh?“, the room asked, as she mumbled the sentence.

„At least you’d look pretty there. That’s what he said“, she looked up from her seat, to the room full of supporting people. „At least you’d look pretty.“

Max was so angry again, he could’ve killed that man, if it wasn’t for Daniel holding him back. „I am going to kill that man“, Max growled. y/n giggled: „Maxie, don’t, he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves to live a long, pitiful life.“

„We’re glad you’re laughing again, y/n“, Charles said. „Yes, very much so.“ Everyone agreed with Charles. „I love you guys, but how’d you even know that I was having a tough time?“, y/n asked confused. Lewis had to laugh: „Seb called me. Said he saw you on the TV all riled up and ready to cry and that I should already be on my way to help you, but I talked over him the whole time“ He scratched his neck and y/n laughed a loud belly laugh. „That’s so typical!“

°°°

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[cottonlemonade]

How You Met

word count: 832 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kenma x chubby!Reader feat. Kuroo (as The Wingman™ doing the most)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

“You need to get out more. Don’t you ever miss the sun and …”, Kuroo looked around his friend’s gaming room, noting empty take-out containers and energy drinks and balled up socks, “fresh air?”

“No.“, Kenma simply said as he rifled through the games on his computer, trying to decide which one he would stream tonight.

“Come on, let‘s go out. Not for a drink or anything, just for a walk.“

Kenma knew he wouldn‘t be able to hold out long against Kuroo‘s incessant pleas that were bound to follow and so he gave a demonstrative sigh and got up, ignoring the other‘s wide grin.

“Now isn‘t this nice?“, Kuroo took a deep breath of the crisp evening air.

Kenma just looked at his phone and tapped on a nearby checkpoint collecting his rewards.

“It‘s raining.“

��Hardly, drizzling at best. Do you wanna check out that new restaurant that just opened up?“

“No, let‘s go back home. We can order food.“

“We‘ve barely been out five minutes.“

That was already 5 times longer than Kenma preferred in a week.

“Look, the app says there is an event in the park over there. Why don‘t we check it out?“

Lured with the promise of a good game, Kenma shuffled after Kuroo, not hiding a groan of contempt that made Kuroo laugh, “Just like the good old days!“

According to the app the upcoming battle would take place at a fountain in the middle of the small aforementioned park. Only a few other people were already waiting there, periodically checking their phones for the event timer.

Kenma looked around, already thinking about what food he craved once he was back in his warm and cozy house.

There were two young school boys who, in Kuroo‘s opinion, should have gone to bed long ago, another man a little older than him - and you. You stood under a cream coloured umbrella, concentrating on your phone like the others. A fluffy white dog sat at your feet, leaning close to stay dry.

You looked really cute, stunningly cute actually, as far as he could tell in the dim light of the street lanterns, subdued by the misty air. The washed out video game shirt was tied to a knot at your hips, hugging your curvy shape. You reminded him of the big bunny plushie he had gotten a few years ago as part of a game promotion.

The event finally began. He tried to keep his focus on the game but snuck curious looks every now and then across the fountain. Did you live around here, too? How had he never seen you bef- oh, right.

After a few short minutes it was already over and everyone went their separate ways.

“So, what do you wanna have for dinner? Kenma? Hello? Hm?“

Kuroo‘s eyes followed the gaze of his friend and grinned when he spotted you, digging around in your bag.

“Kenma-kun?“, he said teasingly, leaning closer to his friend‘s ear, “You still with us?“

“Huh?“

The younger one snapped out of his daze.

“Why don‘t you go talk to her?“

“Talk to who?“

“Her.“, Kuroo nodded in your direction.

“Why would I?“

“Oh geez, I dunno. Because you‘re staring and for you that is basically equivalent to Tora salivating.“

“Am not.“, Kenma muttered defensively and hated that his ears turned hot.

“Uh huh. Hey, excuse me!”, Kuroo ignored the panicked tug on his jacket when he called out to you.

You looked up, then at them, looked around in confusion, then pointed at yourself.

“Yes.”, Kuroo called with a bright confident smile and walked over to you, Kenma who was still holding onto his jacket followed, but quickly let go before you noticed.

You seemed a bit worried at the tall figure calling out to you randomly in a park but calmed when he asked, “Did you score anything good?” He pointed to your phone.

“Oh. Yes, yes I did.” You turned your phone to show off the rewards.

“Nice. Didn’t you say you got something good, Kenma?”

The younger one nodded and turned his screen for you to see.

“Wow, lucky!”

“I’m Kuroo. This is Kenma.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (y/n).”

Silence followed.

“And who is this?”

Kuroo pointed at the dog to your feet that sniffed his foot quizzically.

“That’s Plume. I named her after -“

“The berserker in Cloak and Dagger II.“, Kenma finished.

His ears turned hot again when your face lit up.

“Yes! Oh my god, I never met anyone offline who knows the game!“

Silence fell again, Kuroo tapped his foot impatiently.

“Hey, Kenma, isn‘t Cloak and Dagger a multiplayer game?“

“Yeah.“, Kenma replied, weirdly annoyed that his friend would ask such a dumb obvious question in front of you.

Another short stretch of silence.

Kuroo sighed. “Why don‘t you two exchange tags then? You could play together.“

“Oh! That would be great, but I mean, of course you don‘t have to.“, you said quickly.

“Oh no, he wants to.“

a/n: let‘s just pretend the picture is post-time skip - also this game is entirely made up and it took me way too long to think of a name

[mythunderstorm]

Close | MS47

mick schumacher x fem!reader

summary: spending a whole day with your boyfriend and your family is nice, amazing even but sometimes you’re just craving an intimate moment with your lover, without interruptions or the fear of doing too much pda infront of parents :p

warnings: +18; cockwarming; mick just being an absolute sweetheart lol; this is short af; minors dni

masterlist

You are exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. You love your family, really you do. But sometimes it’s just.. too much. Normally it’s your boyfriend who helps you staying calm. Being directly by your side, holding your hand, being your anchor. But today was so stressful and chaotic. So many people running around, trying to talk to you or either the famous Schumacher junior.

You may have been at the same place today but it felt like you guys were so far away from each other.

Now you’re standing in your shared bathroom, brushing your teeth, finally. The day is coming to an end and you couldn’t be more relieved. You are craving the warmth and love of Mick and you feel like you’re going to die if you don’t get a kiss within the next minutes.

After removing your Make up you make your way into your shared bedroom, spotting Mick on the bed reading a book. You lean on the doorframe for a few seconds, allowing yourself to admire the absolute beauty of the man who is yours. You still cannot believe how lucky you are.

Slowly, you walk towards him, stopping next to his side of the bed. Careful you remove the book from his hands, putting it on the nightstand. But not without placing a bookmark on the correct page.

You slide into his lap easily, one of your hands moving to the back of his neck to play with his hair, while his hands settle on your hips.

„Hi.“ he smirks.

„Hi.“ you whisper back.

He‘s looking at you with so much adoration and you simply can’t wait anymore. You bridge the last centimeters, kissing him slow but passionately.

You’re hugging him so close, pressing your entire body against his while hiding your face in his neck.

„You okay baby?“ „Mhmm.“ you answer. „Just missed you, that’s all.“

A small laugh escapes his mouth. „We‘ve been together all day sweetheart.“

„Still missed you. So much“, you shrug.

„Anything I can do for you Liebling?“ he asks.

„Just wanna be close to you.“ you say, pushing your face even further into the crook of his neck, if that’s even possible.

You guys remain silent for a moment, soaking up each other’s love until Mick starts to speak again „you wanna be closer?“

A silent „please“ escapes your mouth, but it sounds more like a whine.

Tapping your ass lightly Mick signals you to raise your hips so he can free his cock more easily from his boxers.

He knows teasing is the last thing you want right now but he just cannot help himself, rubbing the tip of his dick on your clit, which is still hidden by your panties.

Wiggling you hips a little bit you let out a whiney „Micky please!“ so he decides he teased enough, moving your underwear to the side to finally slide inside you. He goes slow, so you can get used to the stretch but right now you simply do not care so you help out by pushing your hips back down until you can feel his pelvis under you.

Mick groans, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. „Fuck baby, you’re so wet.“ „Only for you Micky, only for you. Been craving your touch all day.“

„I‘m right here Liebling. Ich liebe dich.“ Your boyfriend answers, pressing a loving kiss on the side of your head.

„I wish we could stay like this forever. Today was so hard for some reason. I know you were there but you weren’t by my side and I just got so overwhelmed.“

„I‘m so sorry I wasn’t there mein Schatz. I missed you too. Du bist die Liebe meines Lebens und jede Sekunde ohne dich ist absolut schrecklich.“ You’re the love of my life and every second without you is absolutely horrible.

God, you feel like you’re on the verge of crying. Mick is sweetest guy and you still don’t understand why he chose you.

This moment is perfect, utterly perfect. You know you have to get back to reality at some point but right now only you and Mick exist, no one else. Just two people who love each other and are as close as humans can possibly be and yet it’s still not close enough.

[redkehlchen]

I think…. I might finally be happy with my OCs design…

The past few months I was just stuck in tunnel vision, but now Eloisa finally looks grown up! 🥲

Thought it might be fun to see her change throughout the years and gosh! Look at how far we‘ve come! :)

[beep-beep-robin]

very much here for the bi buck speculations, i would love it if they went down that road even without buddie happening. it‘d be such a good opportunity to illustrate how sometimes people can go a long time without truly figuring out big parts of themselves, like their sexuality, and how liberating it can feel to finally arrive at that point. how finally, everything makes a bit more sense.

we‘ve followed buck for so long, and him figuring out he‘s bi would of course mean he‘s always been bi (even if it maybe wasn‘t written as such at the time) - and i could cry at that thought. it‘d slap people who still have those typical stereotypes ingrained in their brains in the face, because guys! no sexuality has a specific look! what a shocker! here‘s this big beefy stereotypical jock and he‘s bi! wow!

(don‘t come at me with „oh but everyone knows that by now“ - no, no they don‘t. they really don‘t, even if it‘s not coming from malicious intent, but these stereotypes - gay men are feminine, lesbians are masculine - bi people? who knows what those are - are still out there and i‘ve talked to enough people with those beliefs to give you my word on that)

bi representation on such a big show would mean so much.

but! i‘m trying to not get my hopes up too much, because i feel like everything that we‘ve heard so far it could also be going the route of - buck has a lot of self worth issues and he‘s projecting that onto tommy and eddie because any slight threat to their friendship immediately makes him spiral? (speaking from my own experience here lol) but that‘s just my two cents.

*starts prayer circle for canon bi buck*

[annefraid]

carlos being so sure about tk and never even questioning it for a second…. just taking it in stride. the way they know exactly who they are and what they want. look at how far we‘ve come.

[saving-word-crawls]

WAIFU CRAWL SEASON 2 OUT NOW! ReinCrawl: I Got Reincarnated Into A Crawl Full Of Anime Waifus, But I Need To Get To 50k?!

By: Anon

— SEASON 1 —

The new season of anime is starting, and you’re looking at the season’s chart on your preferred anime website. There’s the magical girl parody, the new season of that anime all your friends like that you’re always saying you’ll watch but never do, an idol show, a dark and gritty anime that you just know will be so bad it’s good…ah, there, there’s something for you. A harem anime! Twelve episodes of poorly written female characters surrounding a male dark haired audience surrogate in animation that really consists of stills where only the mouths are moving 90% of the time. Ready to watch the exact same show that you’ve already seen ten times, but even worse? This is

ReinCrawl: I Got Reincarnated Into A Crawl Full Of Anime Waifus, But I Need To Get To 50k?!

Episode 1: The first girl you meet is the tsundere! Do three five minute sprints with breaks inbetween. Don’t want them thinking you’re actually interested in writing this, baka.

Episode 2: You’ve accidentally fallen into your childhood best friends panties. Write 500 while you get beaten up.

Episode 3: This shy girl really reads a lot of books. Write the amount of words you’ve written in this crawl so far.

Episode 4: Seems like this cute pink haired girl with red eyes has a thing for you…? She‘s looking at you, all yearning, and she‘s writing poems about you, and she‘s following you around and she‘s covering her walls in photos of you…oh dear, I think she might be a yandere. You’ll love on this fifty headed hydra you’ll write, right?

Episode 5: Turns out your little sister isn’t related by blood! Write to the next 1000 as you process this.

Episode 6: The genki girl really is into sports! Time to race someone to 400!

Episode 7: Your sweet, nice and hot teacher is 25 years old, and her family is putting serious pressure on her because she‘s still not married. Write for 25 minutes.

Episode 8: No way! Your favourite pop idol is coming to town! Pick a song and write through the entirety of it.

Episode 9: Obligatory beach episode! So many, uh, spherical objects in plain sight, you can‘t take your mind off it. Write 888 words.

Episode 10: It’s time for the school festival! Sprint for 5 minutes while you race to finish the haunted house. Spooky!

Episode 11: Now it‘s time to take a vacation at the onsen, where all nudity is conveniently censored by towels and vegetation. Write to the next 500 as you relax.

Episode 12: We‘ve come to the final episode, and it‘s time to choose your winner. Pick your favourite anime girl – the tsundere, the childhood friend, the shy book nerd, the yandere, the little sister (turn yourself in to the police, while you‘re at it), the energetic sports girl, the teacher or the pop idol – and do that challenge again!

Our review on MAL: This anime was terrible. The characters were one dimensional. The animation was just panning shots and moving mouths. The soundtrack is boring, and there is no story, just bad writing. This is the worst show I’ve ever seen. - 6/10

— SEASON 2: ReinCrawl (Bad Anime Waifu Crawl) Season 2: Re:50k the Next!! —

Preview: WHAT?! Your favourite waifu anime is coming back? Now you can finally stop pretending that you’re going to read the light novels and can comfortably wait for it to come around! You comment on the Reddit post telling everyone how the show is „so much more than just fanservice“ and that „it has fanservice but it’s clever and subtle“ and that it’s „used for character development“. Write 200 words.

Episode 1: You have an unfortunate (or very fortunate) encounter with Truck-kun. Sorry, guess you’re dead now! A cute goddess tells you you will be reincarnated and become a mildly attractive but overall bland and generic looking teenager in another world. Regardless of your current age. Take your current age minus 16, and write for that many minutes while you age back to 16 years old. If you still/already are a teenager, write for 16 minutes as you get reborn as a baby instead, and have to age all the way back up to 16 years old again. (You can also do this if you don’t like the number produced)

Episode 2: You are found by the most generic elf girl possible. You know, the one that’s in every isekai show. She’s blond. Green clothes. Pointy ears. A little cheeky, kind of nice, somewhat helpful, probably good at archery. Vaguely has a crush on the main character, but is completely irrelevant to the plot otherwise. She’s in the background of the poster, but you could edit her out, and no one would even notice. She’s so bland that your sprint becomes bland. Write for 15 minutes.

Episode 3: You meet an enemy evil demon for the first time! The generic elf girl’s archery skills are conveniently failing her, so it’s time for you to demonstrate your cheat power! Choose your cheat power:

Episode 4: You’ve proven yourself. Now you’re taken to the castle where you meet…another tsundere. It’s exactly the same as last season, except this time, she’s wearing some generic fantasy anime getup instead of a school uniform. Write three five minute sprints as you get slapped for literally no reason, but this time with a legendary sword.

Episode 5: It’s time to learn even better magic, and who could teach you better than a mythical sorceress who is actually 1000 years old but lives in the body of a really cute potted plant. Write 1000 words, and wonder why exactly you’re watching this show.

Episode 6: The Lady of the Castle invites you to dine with her. But she’s rich, and she’s spoiled, and she wants to be treated that way. Yes – it’s a himedere princess! Write for 13 minutes while you’re being stepped on!

Episode 7: You meet the castle’s diligent and hardworking maid. She calls you master. Just in case you wanted to know. She keeps everything in order, and also beats up demons. Write 500 very orderly words.

Episode 8: As the fight against the demon king draws near, you get into conflict with this other guy. He’s a smug man, a knight in shining armor, your rival…you should probably be fantasizing about beating him and feeling better than him, but instead, you find yourself fantasizing about being on top of him in a very different way. Wait, this wasn’t in the script! What’s happening? Where is all this fanart coming from? You know, this started as a meme, but maybe getting bridle carried by a smug knight wouldn’t be half bad… Write for 22 minutes and continue until you’ve finished on a palindrome.

Episode 9: The demon forces are advancing! It’s time to fight! Roll dice to attack. If you own a twenty sided die or another pen and paper die that has more than six sides, you MUST use this one, otherwise you may use a normal six sided die (or a digital die roller). Roll, and write as many words as the number multiplied by 100.

Episode 10: It’s finally time – you fight the evil demon king, and confront the terrifying beautiful demon princess! Oh wait, what’s this? Why, she isn’t terrifying at all! She’s cute and blushy and has small horns and little bat wings and this tiny demon tail~ Oh, and I guess she also has extremely powerful magic, so make sure she doesn’t blow you up when she’s mad. Write 666 words to welcome her to the team.

Episode 11: Wait – what’s this? Victory is yours, but now it’s time to be with your true love…and there’s one waifu that’s been following you all this time, that you’ve always been neglecting, never looking at her, not even a glance, never acknowledging all she’s done for you… That’s right! It’s Truck-kun! She’s blushing hard as she shoots out of the magical forest and crashes right into you again! Your brief life in this other world flashes before your eyes. Write for 10 minutes to celebrate ten episodes of terrible, terrible isekai! You’re getting reincarnated back into our world! Welcome back!

Episode 12: You find yourself in your old world. Goodbye isekai-land! But in your last moment, the girl you fell for the most traveled back along with you. Choose your favourite anime girl (or boy) from this season – the generic elf, the tsundere (fantasy edition), the maid, the princess, the 1000 year old sorceress (who remains a potted plant forever), the totally-heterosexual rival knight, the demon princess, or Truck-kun – and write that step again!

[goodlittlefangirl]

okay, this is just an imagination, so, if I get some of this wrong, sorry

to set the scene

We‘ve been a thing for a while, your a sub, and I‘m a switch. So far I‘ve always been dominant with you, cause, well it’s obvious isn‘t it.

But after coming home from work today, your pissed. And by that I mean, works been so freaking annoying, your coworkers got on your nerves and your extremely irritable. One wrong move by whoever and you will take it out on them.

I‘m home already, cooking something for the two of us. I know, I know we had planned to eat something else, but I am just really not willing to make a lasagna today. So instead I‘m making something quick and easy. I think your gonna be fine with it, why wouldn‘t you? Your usually extremely happy if you just don‘t have to cook.

When you unlock the door though and you smell something that is not lasagna, you sigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?“ You growl into my ear as you come up behind me, after leaving your shoes and coat at the door.

I shiver at the tone in your voice, “cooking for us?”, I say, already regretting changing the plans.

“And why are you not making lasagna?”, you ask in a low growl.

“B- Because I, I didn’t want to eat la- lasagna today” I answer honestly, gulping hard a few times. I don’t know what is going on today with you, but I’m getting wet with you like this.

You sigh again, trying to calm the storm inside you, not wanting to take it all out on me, after all, it wasn’t my fault your day had been shit. “Fine, I’ll get myself a drink”, you say, walking away from me. “You want anything?”, you ask me as you open the fridge. “No than-“ I start to answer.

“Babe, why is there nothing, absolutely nothing, containing alcohol in our fridge?” you ask me, sounding completely pissed. A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel ashamed for the wetness starting to soak through my panties.

“Uh, I- I’m sorry Cora, I was supposed to go grocery shopping after work” I feel your glare at the back of my head, making me shiver again “bu- but I didn’t. I- I’m so- so sorry” I say.

You slam the door to the fridge closed. Walking across the kitchen so you’re right up against me. “Oh babygirl, you should have gone grocery shopping. What a stupid decision of you to make. You really are a dumb whore today.” You whisper into my ear, somehow sounding quite menacing. The exact opposite of what I’m used to from you. Another shiver runs down my spine and my panties are ruined for sure now. I clench my thighs to get some kind of friction and of course you notice.

“Wow, you really are a dirty slut. I haven’t even touched you and you’re dripping already”, you say, pushing a hand between my thighs to feel my soaked panties. You let out a low gasp as you feel how wet my panties really are.

“To the bedroom”, you growl into my ear. I look up at you with big eyes, not quite sure this is actually happening. “Are you stupid?” you ask, raising your voice at me. “Go to the damn bedroom and strip!!”, I flinch as you basically scream at me. I scamper off, almost stumbling over my own feet as I try to get to the bedroom as quickly as possible.

I start stripping on the way there, and even if you didn’t know you’re way around, you would find me so damn easily by just following my trail of clothes.

You take your time though. Turning off the stove, taking the pan of the hot field to prevent the half made food from burning, putting the already cut stuff in the fridge, not quite sure, how long all this would take.

You now slowly start making your way towards the bedroom. You’re so annoyed with me. Why did I not go shopping? Why did I just decide to make something else? Why?

As you reach the bedroom you see me. Lying on our bed. Legs spread, rubbing away at my clit. You sigh, “Why do you think you’re allowed to touch?”, you ask me.

I take my hand away from my clit as quickly as possible as soon as I hear you say that. You crawl up in the bed, “My, my, aren’t you trying to be a good little slut? You’re so desperate for me”, you say as your hand meets my exposed core. You feel my wetness and apply ever so gentle pressure to my clit, making me moan. “Shut your mouth whore. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” You say as you retract your hand and I wiggle around beneath you, wanting the pressure back.

Instead of giving me what I want though, you reach over to my nightstand. The one you know I keep the blindfold in I usually use on you. You take it out and lay it over my eyes, I whimper, lifting up my head so you can tie it. You put the knot a bit to the left, so I don’t have to rest my head on it.

You make sure I’m unable to see, pretending to slap me a few times and me not even flinching.

As I lay on the bed, hyperaware of my surroundings, I feel the dip in the mattress ceasing to alexis’s where you had previously knelt above me. I shiver, straining my ears trying to figure out where you had gone to. Your so quiet I can’t figure it out till I hear the door of our closet make the ever so slightest creek. What are you getting from the closet? I have no idea. Are you getting the strap? The vibe? Ropes? A gag? A plug?

What I don’t know is, you get all of those things, plus a belt. Carrying all of the things over to the bed, you put them down towards the edge of the bed so I don’t accidentally touch them.

You start with taking the pieces of rope, tying it around the left foot of the bed, making sure it’s secure. And doing the same with each corner. As soon as your sure they are completely secure you grab my foot.

I am completely unaware as to where you are. Whatever you are doing, you’re either completely silent or not even in the room. I ditch that idea as I feel someone, I assume it’s you, grabbing my foot. At least I really hope so.

You tie my foot with a rope making sure it’s secure before moving around the bed silently, securing each of my extremities so I’m immobilized.

The next thing you do, is attach the strap to your hips. It’s double sided so you have to fit the smaller part that’s on your side into your pussy first. After you’ve fully secured the strap you also pick up the gag.

Walking around the bed to my head, you climb on and I feel the bed dip. I turn my head towards you and you take the opportunity to slap my cheek. It stings, a lot, and I’m certain you’ve left a hand print. You turn my head to the other side and I know what’s coming. You climb on top of me lightly, resting on my belly for now. I keep my head the way you put it and you draw your hand back to slap me as hard as you can.

Your hand comes down on my cheek with a loud smacking sound. Tears start to prick in my eyes but you can’t see that. You lean down and whisper in my ear. “One for not going grocery shopping and the other for just deciding to cook something else.” I shiver again at your growl in my ear. It goes right to my pussy and I think I’m starting to leak onto the mattress. Luckily, we’ve got a topper that’s waterproof.

You move up my body, so you’re kneeling above my face, pushing the strap right up against my lips. It’s a bit of a weird angle and the smaller part of the strap pushes against your front wall as you start pushing the strap into my mouth.

You quickly bottom out, the strap finding its way into my throat as I gag ever so slightly before I hum to counter it.

You start thrusting into my mouth quickly. Getting off to the feeling of the part of the strap inside you getting pushed further into you. My eyes start tearing up further as you continue pounding my mouth and throat.

Soon enough you get bored and quickly push the gag into my mouth after pulling out the strap. You look at my face, your handprints still visible on my cheeks. Grinning to yourself, you realize you forgot how fun it was to have someone spread eagle and at your mercy beneath you.

You think of all the things you could do to me like this. You could use the belt one me. You could go right ahead and fuck me. You could fuck my ass. You could play with the plug for a bit. You could tease my clit endlessly. You look down my body and that’s when the idea strikes you. You move along my body a bit, away from my face and down. You sit on my belly again laying the saliva coated strap between my breast.

You start by teasing my nipples a bit. Pinching, twisting, pulling. You make a note to yourself to ask me about getting nipple clamps. When my nipples are all stiff you move your hands to the sides of my breast, pushing them together around the strap. Slowly you start fucking them, my saliva all the lube you need.

I lean my head down so I can try and lick at the tip of the strap. “Just like that babygirl, you look so sexy like that” you moan.

…

Fuck- now I really wanna dom you 😭 dom!cora’s so mean, you’d be so fucked

[alexalblondo]

Look how far we‘ve come

2022 Idk her

[und-dann-war-es-fast-gut]

Du bist toll. - Du bist auch toll. 🥲

[y0imyas]

[ tartaglia / childe ; capture you ]

synopsis ; being in a secret relationship with ajax, both of you relatively successful streamers always had it's perks. teasing each other over the screen in a constant was one of them though you both particularly enjoyed testing your limits on a secret nsfw content account.

disclaimers ; fembodied!reader / no pronouns used ; called mommy once (as a joke) ; switch!reader & ajax ; no protection mentioned ; pet names (sweetheart, my love, baby) ; oral (fem receiving) ; fingering (both receiving) ; recording and watching it ; overstimulation ; coming inside ; dirty talk ; slight dacryphilia ?

mdni !

my requests are open !!

wc ; 3,3k

a/n ; my longest work so far! i hope you enjoyed it as much as i love this one, personally i think i did a great job with it. would love to read your thoughts and feedback on it !

the sexual tension whenever you and ajax were streaming always has been high. 

everyone on social media would always talk about this whenever you two decided to do a stream together. always, you would tell the people asking that, no, you were only two really good friends.

“we‘ve been streaming for the past four hours“, ajax yawned. “i think we should wrap up soon, no?”

“nahh, i‘m not even a little tired“, you replied, rolling your eyes over the camera. “i can play around like this all day, son.”

“well i—”, ajax started to reply, as his brain finally processed what you just called him. „oh, shut the fuck up. don‘t ever fucking call me that.“ you guys would constantly cuss at each other— it was normal for the both of you now and neither would feel offended over it, especially when you were on stream. 

“what are you going to do about it, son?”, you smirked. the viewers seemed to like that, comments were just flowing in. “you’re on your side of the camera and i am on mine. what are you going to do about it?”

“oh, you know exactly what i’m going to do about it, sweetheart.”

ajax chuckled, his laugh was rather deep as he shook his head in disbelief. you usually knew better than to talk back to him, where was this confidence suddenly coming from?

“don’t play around with me. and don’t call me that shit ever again. unless… do you have a mommy kink or something, mommy?”, he said, the moment you looked into his eyes on your screen you know you’re fucked. literally. the way he called you mommy but at the same time was eyeing you. exactly what you were hoping for. you really needed him to fuck you stupid for a few days now but you couldn’t think of how to initiate it. so, the easiest way was to rile him up until he snaps himself. 

once again, the chat went insane as he called you mommy. comments were flowing in and you could barely follow it. this was one of the moments where people liked to consider you two were dating.

“me? having a mommy kink? didn’t you recently say that you would love to have your partner tease you until you’re crying?” you knew he did mention something like that to you, though you weren’t sure if it was on one of your countless streams together or in private. 

the chat still went batshit crazy about it, though no one suspected a thing about this one. they knew how ajax was at times, this was no different from his usual self. 

you two chatted a little bit longer and thanked the chat for the nice stream before both of you ended your stream. 

“‘what am i going to do about it?’ huh? i want my partner to tease me until i’m crying?”, he startled you as he suddenly appeared behind you, your camera still on and showing him right behind you on your screen. ajax brushed your hair away from your neck, softly caressing the soft skin before he leaned down a little and planted a soft kiss right under your ear. “you know exactly what i will do about it, darling, don’t you?” 

now, the thing with you and ajax was, no one knew you two were living together, let alone dating, except for a few close friends of yours. especially your viewers just thought you were very close friends– which was the case up until around a year ago, when you ended up meeting multiple times and things quickly turned into more. 

you just never bothered to tell anyone you were dating. to be honest, you liked the secrecy and putting up an act in front of people, just to go to your bed and cuddle– or have the most insane fuck of your life. 

“mhm, i do, baby, i do. i just love to see you all riled up”, you replied, closing your eyes at the sweet kisses he pampered on your skin. he tsked in disappointment, making you open your eyes and look at him on the screen, where he was looking at you intensely. the way made you shiver and feel your heart racing, excited of how he was going to fuck you tonight, right on the bed behind your chair. 

shortly after and despite his oh, so confident self during the stream, he was the one laying on his back, with a long pillow under his hips for him to grab on. he was whining and moaning out loudly and desperately as you moved your hand up and down his cock fast while you had two fingers stretching out his hole, fingering him. he was so far gone that all he could babble was your name. his entire body was twitching in pleasure, especially after that first orgasm. 

“shh, not so loud, baby, you’re going to disturb the neighbors”, you said to him with a condescending tone, you were talking to him so sweetly and with a big smile on your lips. ajax rolled his eyes back, he never was one who could easily handle overstimulation and your sweet voice wasn’t helping him at all. 

“shut up”, he moaned, grabbing the sheets tightly as he felt his orgasm wash over him, he was shaking so much and your hand and even sleeves were covered in his cum. you slowed down your fingers’ movements, having him ride out the last few moments of his release before you pulled your fingers out. 

ajax’ cheeks were completely red, you could even see a few drops of tears on them and he was still trembling. “oh, you are absolutely in for it now, sweetheart”, he breathed out, his voice was a little shaky but he looked so adorable right now. the little giggle you both let out warmed your heart; despite him trying to act oh, so pissed off with you. he just needed a few more moments. 

you decided to lay down on the pillows waiting for him to come down from his high. there you noticed how the camera and your pc’s screen was still on and you two were on there, though the camera was not recording. “babe?”, you said, looking at him with a grin. when he turned his head towards you, finally calm again, you pointed at your screen and the camera. he smirked and nodded, understanding what you meant. you grinned in excitement as you quickly got up and turned on the camera for recording, you just quickly adjusted it’s view to have it turned perfectly at you two.

now, not only were you two relatively successful streamers on twitch, you both also would regularly post videos of you fucking on a secret account on twitter. you would always make sure your faces weren’t visible or blurred out. 

the secrecy was something both you and ajax enjoyed way too much– be it about being a couple or having a secret nsfw account– it was always so much fun for you two to experiment the limits you could share online without being recognized. 

once you were back on the bed, you tried your best to adjust the other camera on the nightstand that would be able to capture your reactions of how he fucked you deeply and hard. the followers on twitter might not see those, but it was always nice for the both of you to keep those hidden in your folders on your pc. 

he was all over you, grinding his hips against yours as you started making out. he was kissing you deeply as you had your arms wrapped around him, he was softly biting your bottom lip, making you both smile a little. 

it didn’t take him too long until he had your clothes off and thrown away somewhere in the room and was leaning over you, softly circling your clit with two of his fingers before he thrusted them up into your cunt. 

your eyes widened when he suddenly grabbed your thigh with his other hand and pushed your legs further apart. 

you knew you had him riled up to the point you both will probably pass out from overstimulation once he’s done with you. you had been teasing him multiple times a day for the past four days because you knew exactly what buttons to push to piss him off completely. 

you just did not expect him to go absolutely feral on you. 

the pace of his fingers inside of you was fast, the soft whines you let out were like music to his ears. while at it, he slowly started to kiss down on your body, especially focusing on your tits, making you tremble when he nipped on your one nipple. once his lips reached your belly and shortly after your clit, he just couldn’t help himself but to dive in. 

“oh, you taste so good, sweetheart”, he murmured. ajax pulled out his finger and started to keep your legs wide open while he started lapping up your cunt. “can’t ever… get enough of you.”

your back arched as he smoothly worked you up close to your first orgasm of the night. when you looked down on your boyfriend, stroking through his hair softly, you felt him smile against your folds while he continued lapping up your juices, before he looked up for a second. 

the short moment of eye contact made you giggle, his chin was glistening in your slick and he didn’t say anything before diving back in. he was absolutely obsessed with your taste on his tongue that he just couldn’t stop. 

“i’m going to cum, oh, god, i’m going to cum”, you started blurting out as if it was a mantra, he was getting even faster with his rough tracing of his tongue, slipping a finger into your cunt that had you seeing stars. your body tensed up when you finally came and he had your hips stuttering uncontrollably. 

you choked out a sob when he didn’t stop, the overstimulation quickly kicking in and you were trying to close your legs which was a lot harder than expected, considering he was gripping your thighs tightly to keep them open. he got you to the point where you already started begging for him to just finally fuck you and who was he not to oblige? 

ajax pressed one last kiss on your clit as he wiped off the remainings of your cum and slick from his chin and peppered soft kisses all over your body before he was kissing your lips again. he pulled your body up a little to have the camera’s angle shoot right at his hips against yours. 

just as you were distracted from your heavy makeout, he pushed his cock in, slowly at first because he wanted to make sure not to hurt you in any way. letting go from the kiss to watch your reaction, he just tried to calm you down from the initial stretch. 

once you gave him a little sign that you were feeling good for him to move, he couldn’t help himself but lose his composure. he just couldn’t help himself but fuck you hard, leaning down to kiss you again and muffle some of the loud moans you were letting out. 

he set a merciless rhythm, and from the way he ate you out just a few moments ago, you couldn’t help but try to push him away from the oversensitivity. ajax didn’t like that, though, grabbing your arm and pinning it down against the comfort of your pillows. 

“don’t you dare”, he grunted, “i’m sick of your little acts of seeming like you’re such a fucking dom over me.”

you knew he wasn’t meaning it, he never did. in fact, each time he said this, the very next day you’d have him asking, no, begging, you how needy he is and that he needs to eat you out for his own pleasure. he would tell you how fucking hard he was just by thinking of your night before. he would tell how good he would fuck you if you let him. 

and he would. 

but the way his voice sounded when he was fucking you right now, franticly, made you clench around him tightly. 

“oh, you like that, sweetheart, don’t you?”, he mumbled with a small smile, pulling out and having you whine out in displeasure. he softly brushed your clit with his thumb and you sucked in a sharp breath. 

he moved your body to turn around, you were feeling so boneless already that you couldn’t even move anymore. a quick, yet slightly hard slap on your ass had you gasp out in surprise and you tried your best to turn around. his hands were quickly back on your body and he quickly filled you up once again, his pace was as quick as before when he was chasing his release. 

“please, please, please”, you choked out a sob when you felt his hips stuttering and he came inside you with one last thrust. his eyes rolled back in pleasure and yet, he couldn’t stop himself. despite the fact he was so crazily sensitive, he was so obsessed with how tight you were around him and how good you felt. 

just as you were about to come around him, he slowed down. you looked at him in disbelief, you just couldn’t believe he would edge you. “why?”, you mumbled, you felt him brush over your cheek. 

“you know exactly why, my love”, he replied before he planted a soft kiss on your lips. 

it took you a short moment to regain power over your body and you tried to turn you both around. once you were seated on his lap, you didn’t hesitate to sink down on him, immediately sobbing out in pleasure. 

ajax, on the other hand, enjoyed the show; the way you were arching your back as you were riding him. he was watching your tits bounce from how quickly you were trying to ride him, and he just couldn’t help himself but softly pinch your nipples to add onto your sensitivity. you cried out in frustration, slumping down on his chest and begging him to make you come. 

“aww, baby, you are so adorable”, he softly brushed his hand through your hair. “you’re doing so good for me. keep on begging for me, my love.” you gasped out as all energy had left your body and he thrusted up into you, arms tightly around your body as he finally had you come, your entire body was shaking intensely and you just couldn’t help but moan out his name like a mantra. 

“ajax”, you mumbled, completely boneless, sensitive and having no energy in your limbs to move. “please.” 

“still want more, baby?”, he cooed, lifting your head a little to have you look into his eyes, the intense gaze he gave you made you twitch around him. “you know what i want to hear. do that simple thing for me, and i’m all yours.”

“i don’t care what you do, but please just fuck me. fuck me until i beg you to stop but don’t. fuck me until i pass out. i really, really need this, ajax, please.” 

immediately after he turned you both around again, softly caressing your cheek when you cried out to his dick entering you again, hard. he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down from your hectic begging; “shh, sweetheart, i’m all yours. i’m not going anywhere. i’ll fuck you so good, all you will remember is me and my name and you won’t be able to feel anything but me inside of you.” 

ajax quickly started pounding into you, your whines and moans were absolutely delightful for him to listen to– the sounds you made riled him up even more than before and his thrusts became erratic quickly. he was already so close to come inside you once again, though, this time, he really just wanted to focus on your pleasure than his own. 

all he wanted was to be as close as possible to you, hooking your leg around his waist. that was his intention all along, just feel you as close as physically possible. and torture you until you fully submit to him. 

“just like that, baby, come for me. i will come inside if you do, sweetheart. i will fill you up to the brim until you’re leaking for me, darling”, he whispered into your ear, feeling how you were clenching around him like crazy before you finally came around him, everything went white for you as you finally felt him come inside again. you felt so full of him, he continued his thrusts for a few moments before he stopped, absolutely spent. 

“you did so well for me, my love, shh, relax, i’m here”, he whispered, trying to calm you down from your shaking and sobbing of pleasure. “you’re okay, you’re doing so good for me.”

there were so many tears running down your cheeks, but they were all from the overstimulation and ajax couldn’t help but just watch them. he always had a thing for your pretty tears that he caused when fucking you over and over. 

you hid your face at his neck, still a few soft sobs escaping your lips, despite finally calming down again. you felt so exhausted and you knew you wouldn’t be able to move even an inch right now. 

“shh… just sleep. i’ll take care of you, baby”, he promised, turning off the camera on the night shelf and finally pulling out of you, making you whine out softly. “shh. you’re okay, i will clean you up, just sleep.”

you fell asleep almost immediately after. ajax did as he promised and cleaned you up, also turning off the camera on your pc before he finally went back to the bed and cuddled up against you. shortly after, he also fell asleep contently. 

“oh, god, i can’t feel my legs”, you whined when you tried to get up from your bed, ajax was only laughing next to you. “shut up, you did this to me.” 

“well, i did what you asked me to, sweetheart”, he replied. “‘fuck me until i beg you to stop but don’t. fuck me until i pass out.’” you turned around to him before you slapped him over which he kept on laughing. 

“just shut up”, you pouted, finally getting up from the bed and going to your closet to put on fresh clothes. “wanna watch what we did last night?”, you grinned. ajax nodded getting up to put on some shorts quickly before he sat down on your chair and motioning for you to sit down on his lap. he started the video, though he was more focusing on how you reacted on your own recorded porn. 

“god, you’re so hot when you get pissed off with me”, you mumbled, watching his deep gaze on your body when you were trying to push him away when you felt too sensitive. “never realized how fucking intense you look at me when you fuck me.” 

“that’s because you’re too beautiful, my love”, he smirked at how shy you got immediately after he said this. “especially when you’re under me, letting out those cute little noises and making those adorable faces when i fuck you hard.” 

“shush, you’re making me crave even more”, you whined. 

“even more, sweetheart? i thought i had fucked you thoroughly last night, but i guess i didn't. and you know what’s even better? i didn’t even get to use the toys”, he whispered, his voice deep in your ear. ajax smirked when he felt you shift around on his lap. ���don’t worry, i won’t torture you tonight. but you better prepare yourself, sweetheart. i won’t go easy on you after watching and editing this.” 

[thephantomessoftheopera]

Notes on Gaston Leroux‘s „The Phantom of the Opera“ - Chapter 22: „Interesting and Instructive Tribulations of a Persian in the Cellars of the Opera“

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This is a flashback chapter that allegedly reproduces the Persian‘s personal account of his previous interactions with Erik before he and Raoul jumped into the torture chamber. It also provides some background on Erik‘s time in Persia. The Persian’s narrative begins with him stalking Erik in the hope of finding a way into his house. On one occasion, when he has taken the boat to get to the wall where the door of the house is hidden, he encounters the “siren”, one of Erik’s ingenuous defense strategies. The trick of the “siren” is to attract any intruder with its singing (as sirens usually do), so they can easily be snatched and dragged underwater when they are close enough. The “siren” is none other than Erik himself, who is using a reed to breathe and sing underwater - something that he learned from the Pirates in Tonkin, a french colony in northern Vietnam (does anyone else want to see Erik give Jack Sparrow a run for his money🏴‍☠️??). He recognizes the Persian just before he can drown him, and drags him to the shore instead, where he tells him that he does not want his presence in his house.

Apparently, when the Persian saved Erik’s life in Persia, he made him promise that he would not commit any more murders. Therefore, he wants to know if Erik was involved in the fall of the chandelier, but Erik denies it, saying that it was badly worn, and that he didn’t make it fall. It’s hard to know if Erik is lying or speaking the truth here - we naturally assume that it was his doing in the context of the novel. However, as the chandelier’s counterweight falling was a real event which happened in 1896, killing one person, all we know is that most likely, it did in fact fall without someone actively dropping it - unless you assume that a real ghost had a very real hand in making the accident happen.

Erik‘s brand of violence in general is a very artistic and impersonal one, which helps him separate his crimes from himself and focus on the art instead of the crime. When the Persian reminds him of the „Rosy hours of Mazenderan“, it is evident that he wishes to suppress those memories, sadly stating that he tries to forget about them, but that at least „he made the little sultana laugh“. Another indication of this mental compartmentalization is Erik‘s occasional use of „illeism“, i.e. referring to himself in the third person. This illustrates the „feeling of "being outside one's body and watching things happen", a psychological disconnect resulting from dissonance either from trauma such as childhood physical or sexual abuse, or from past outbursts that cannot be reconciled with the individual's own self-image.“ I think we can safely say that in Erik‘s case, both factors come into play. Erik was traumatized practically from birth - we don‘t really know about any physical abuse, but in any case, he was emotionally and mentally abused from his earliest childhood (a lack of affection is crippling to a child’s development). Disassociating himself from his crimes then serves as a coping mechanism for him. In his speech, he actually uses the first person far more frequently than the third person, though.

The Persian‘s insistence on controlling Erik‘s behaviour is due to him feeling responsible for any crimes he might commit since he saved his life, and it seems that he regards him as a mixture between an unruly child and a very dangerous animal. Later, we will learn that it was in fact the Persian who brought Erik to Persia in the first place, thus probably also feeling some responsibility himself for whatever Erik did there, and whatever he might do in the future. It is important though that Erik and the Persian - as chief of the Mazenderan police - were both in the employ of the Persian rulers, and those were allegedly far more monstruous than Erik himself, perverting his genius in a way that served their cruel ideas of entertainment.

Throughout his account of the story, the Persian usually calls Erik a „monster“ and always fears that Erik will go through with his threat against „many members of the human race“. He has been spying on Erik and Christine during their lessons, but cannot believe that Erik‘s voice would be „enough to make her forget his ugliness.“

When he witnesses the progression of the relationship between the two, and that they are now seeing each other, he once again tries to stop Erik when he is on his way out to go shopping for Christine, on the morning after the first night she spent at his house. For those who wonder how Erik was able to go out and run errands, here is the resolution:  when he went out, he wore a papier-mâché nose with a mustache attached, which would hide the fact that he had no nose - which is apparently his most horrible feature. The fake nose made him „almost bearable“ to look upon, so he was able to go out without wearing a full-face mask.

Erik is angry at the Persian for constantly following him around, endangering his secrets, and threatens that terrible things would happen should he be betrayed. He mentions the mysterious „man in the felt hat“ again, speaking of how he had to take the Persian to the managers twice, and that he himself was there, too. Unfortunately, this is not any more conclusive than before, as Erik usually speaks of his alter egos (the siren, for example) as if they were separate entities.

The Persian insists that he has come for Christine and accuses Erik of keeping her as a prisoner (which is not really true at this point, as he offered her her freedom the night before, and she hasn‘t unmasked him yet). Erik makes the Persian promise to leave him alone if he can prove that Christine loves him for himself by coming back to him of her own free will, and the Persian agrees because he thinks that no one could love „that monster“ Erik for himself (which is kind of a sad thing to think…).

He is therefore reasonably amazed when he sees Christine freely come to and leave Erik’s house, but concludes from observing Christine‘s and Raoul‘s engagement game that Erik „occupied her mind by terror, but her heart belonged wholly to Raoul de Chagny“. Now, as we‘ve seen through Raoul‘s eyes and Christine‘s own account, it was not as simple as that. While terror was definitely in the mix, Christine herself said she cared more about Erik’s tears than his threats, and despite her fears, was unwilling to hurt him and run away until it was too late. Therefore, I personally don‘t think that the Persian has much authority to speak of Christine‘s heart, especially since he does not seem to know her particularly well.

The Persian still intends to find the entrance into Erik’s house and one day, watches Erik enter it through the third cellar. The house is apparently not soundproof, as Erik’s music can still be heard in the cellar above, but obviously no one knows where this “ghost music” is coming from.

He then recounts the events of the day of Christine’s abduction and how he briefly considered preemptively denouncing Erik („the monster”) to the police, but chose not to do so because no one would believe him. He then provides several details from Erik’s backstory: how he learned to use the punjab lasso in India, how he fought as a type of gladiator armed with only the lasso for the amusement of the sultana of Mazenderan in Persia, and how he worked as a contractor for Charles Garnier and was therefore secretly able to build his house into the foundations of the opera during the Franco-Prussian war and the siege of Paris from 1870 to 1871, while official construction work on the opera house was suspended. The house is located between the inner and outer casing that was built to contain the water in the underground lake, presumably towards the western side of the building and roughly on the level of the fourth cellar.

Upon finding himself in the torture chamber, the Persian recognizes that it is the same type of chamber that Erik had built in Mazenderan, and which was used for the execution of prisoners (and occasionally, random people as well) by the sultana. He also concludes that Joseph Buquet must also have been trying to follow Erik and had fallen into the torture chamber where he hanged himself, and that later Erik must have moved the body and hung it on the set piece from “Le Roi de Lahore” (which basically translates to “The King of the capital of the Punjab” - did I mention he has a twisted sense of humour??). But as the lasso, being made of catgut, might have aroused suspicions, he apparently decided to get rid of it somewhere else.

Now, upon finding the lasso at his very feet, the Persian’s fears rise and he tries to get Raoul to stay silent and motionless so as not to alert Erik of their presence in his house...

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[its-tea-time-darling]

my fav thomesa bestie is writing for thomesa week i - 💜

hey, how‘s thomesa week writing going bestie? 💙💜💖

you mentioned you were working on sth for day 1, a modern day au? let me know if you need help uploading to ao3 💙 or if you want me to beta read, whatever you need really 💖

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Hi Tea! It’s going great so far late but great

i think I’ve got it covered, but thanks for the offer you’re the sweetest ☺️♥️

[yourdeepestfathoms]

me? writing Another book even though Servant of Evil AND Medusa’s Child aren’t finished? more likely than you think!

anyway it’s a thriller/horror about fog that makes people go missing and the main character somehow manages to become half fog while trying to look for her dead friends. i think she goes through the Most trauma out of All my main characters so far. it doesn’t have a title yet. enjoy an out of context snippet!

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Before Bee could reply, her phone rang.

“Winston is calling,” she said.

“Answer!” Dex urged.

“Okay, okay,” Bee said, and picked up the phone. She put it on speaker phone. “Winston?”

There was a lot of feedback from the other line. It sounded like Winston was running, as Bee could make out footsteps and heavy breathing.

“Winston?” Bee said again.

“Bee?”

Tara gasped. Juniper slapped a hand over their mouth. Dex’s eyes lit up. Even Arrow looked a little shocked.

“Winston,” Bee said. “I’m here.”

“Bee,” Winston said. “Oh my god, Bee, I--”

Static consumed his voice. It wasn’t normal static, Bee noticed. It sounded like whispering, almost.

“What? Winston, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Bee, you have to--” Static. “--me. Help--” Static.

“I think he’s asking for help,” Dex whispered.

“I got that,” Bee said. Then, to Winston, “Where are you?”

“--don’t know. Dark. I’m in a forest, I think? Wait--” Static. Stomping. Gasping breaths. “There’s water here.”

“So he’s by the bay somewhere,” Tara noted.

“There’s a--” Static. “--boat. I see a red--” Static. Faint footsteps. “Are you the person in the water?”

“A boat,” Bee echoed. “You must be at Tara’s boat!” She double-taked. “Wait. What person?”

“The person in the water,” Winston repeated. “There’s someone--” Static. “--water. They’re just standing there. They aren’t--” Static. “--facing me. How deep is this river?”

“I’m not in the water, Winston,” Bee told him as gently as possible. “I’m in a clearing with Tara, Arrow, Dex, and Juniper. It’s, like, the fourth one on the trail.” Then again, “That isn’t me.”

Winston was quiet for a moment. Even the whispering static ceased.

Softly, he asked, “Then who is that?”

“I don’t know,” Bee said, “but I don’t think it’s safe for you to be out in the open. Come to us. We’re in a clearing. Can you do that?”

“They’re looking at me.”

“What?”

“The person,” Winston repeated. “They’re looking at me. They just-- oh god.”

“Winston?”

“It’s here.”

“What’s here?”

“The--” Static. “--creature--” Static. “--lives in the fog.”

Bee was icy cold. “Winston? Get away from there. Get away now!”

Rapid footsteps sounded from the other line. Beneath that and Winston’s whimpering and heavy breathing, there was the distinct sound of splashing, like something was climbing out of the water.

“I don’t want to go,” Winston sobbed over the static. “I’m so tired, Bee! It never-- OH GOD!”

Winston shrieked.

The line went dead.

Bee stared down at her phone in horror. The light from the screen illuminated her friends’ horrified faces.

“What…the fuck…” Juniper whispered.

Bee’s phone buzzed.

Winston

I’m heading over now.

Bee blinked. “But I thought…?”

“Okay, I’m done with this shit.” Arrow slammed xir hands on the table and stood up, clenching xir baseball bat. “Whoever the fuck is out there, this isn’t fucking cool! Come out now, you coward, or leave us the hell alone!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t taunt whatever is doing this,” Tara said.

“Don’t be stupid, Tara,” Arrow said. “It’s obviously one of our classmates. There’s no other logical explanation for this.”

“Arrow, I just had a phone call with a dead boy,” Bee said. “I think we‘ve thrown logic out of the window at this point.”

“No, we haven’t,” Arrow said.

Bee’s phone buzzed again.

Winston

I’m almost there.

“We need to leave,” Juniper spoke up. “Now.”

“But things are just getting good!” Dex argued.

“Good? This shouldn’t be happening! This freaking me out!” Juniper said. “I want to leave right now. I want to go home. Let’s pack this thing up and go.”

“I agree,” Bee said. “Come on, Dex.”

Dex opened his mouth, then nodded. “We need to say goodbye to the game.”

They all braced themselves for one last run with the ouija board. When the planchette moved over the word ‘GOODBYE’ Bee’s phone buzzed for a third time.

But it wasn’t a message.

It was a photo.

A photo of her and her friends looking down at the ouija board.

Slowly, so slowly, they all turned and looked in that direction.

Had that tree always been there?

Juniper raised their phone and took a picture.

Bee’s phone rang.

She picked it up and put it to her ear. Her hand was shaking.

“Hello?” she whimpered out.

“Run,” Winston whispered.

It wasn’t a tree.