#guitarist!armin

[rissouu]

just thinking about guitarist!armin who asks if you wanted to go on a late night drive and of course you couldn’t decline, (you just loved feeling like a passenger princess in his tinted out srt). his hand gripped on the thick skin of your thigh as he nodded his head to the guitar notes— deftones played lowly in the background and both of you guys basked in the music. deftones had a way of soothing you and made you feel like you were on cloud 9, same for armin. “wanna go get some food mama?” his beautiful blue eyes met yours when he reached a red light, and you couldn’t lie. the eye contact plus his hand toying with the skin of your thigh had you feeling things.. “mm yes baby, but after could we head back home?” a look of confusion spread across his face since he thought you loved night drives, why were you in such a rush to go home all of sudden? “we could but why- oh?” it took him a while but he finally pieced everything together once he studied your facial expressions. he knew that look— knew it almost better than anything else honestly, the blonde chuckled lowly as he felt his dick practically jumping. “anything for you my princess..”

#malora’s works! #i was js listening to deftones and got this idea idk how i feel about it #and yes ima keep edging yall!! tf #yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #chubby reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot fluff #aot smut #poc!reader #aot x chubby reader #armin x black reader #guitarist!armin #armin arlert x black reader #armin arlert smut #attack on titan fluff #armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #armin x chubby reader #black y/n #anime smut

[jaegersdevil]

𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙧

Guitarist!Eren x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning).

w/c: 3k

a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig. 

Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies. 

Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.” 

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were. 

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”  

Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car. 

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic. 

“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard. 

You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”

Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.” 

Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.” 

Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide. 

“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased. 

Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled. 

Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.” 

“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’. 

“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. 

Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!” 

Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.” 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine. 

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!” 

You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him. 

“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue. 

You nodded in approval and got out of the car.  “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.” 

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You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous. 

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha. 

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. Were they starting without Sasha? 

But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around. 

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. 

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze. 

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?” 

Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.

She must’ve passed on the news. 

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one. 

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze. 

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm. 

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine

Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more. 

After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything. 

Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.

“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.” 

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.” 

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?” 

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up."  You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee. 

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to. 

“Eren.” You said, turning to face him. 

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.” 

You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.” 

“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched. 

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.” 

Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him. 

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?” 

You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.” 

Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.” 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.

“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.

His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!” 

Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!” 

Were you in too deep too quick?

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songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagine #rockstar!eren #guitarist!eren #— ann writes!

[crazychaoticizzy]

TRACK ONE: Pilot/Heart Attack

Heart Attack: the greatest rock band in history. Decades after the nasty breakup that followed their final performance in Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, the six band members finally agree to separate interviews that reveal how they came together and their rise to fame.

And what led to their sudden downfall.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT: multipart fic, rock band au, love triangle, slow burn, angst

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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DODGER STADIUM, LOS ANGELES After their highly anticipated performance at Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, Jean Kirschtein tore off the neck of his bass on stage and ripped a hole in the drums. After announcing his resignation from the famous band, Heart Attack, Eren Jäger punched him.

Following Jean Kirschtein's resignation, Heart Attack fell apart. The performance in Dodger Stadium was their last, and the six band members have not been seen together since.

This biography is made up of a series of interviews compiled over the years by Olivia Russo. This is the first time the band and others involved have spoken on their scandals since they broke up.

JEAN KIRSTEIN, bassist for Heart Attack: Just sit here?  Alright. Yeah, of course. Sure you don’t want anything to drink? Okay. [smiling] Hi.

EREN JÄGER, main male vocalist for Heart Attack: We’re gonna make this quick, ‘kay? I don’t wanna talk about this shit. Ask your questions, get a snack or something, and leave.

ARMIN ARLERT, guitarist for Heart Attack: Do I look okay? I dunno, I just feel nervous, I guess. I haven’t really talked about this in years, especially on camera.

SASHA BRAUS, keyboardist for Heart Attack: Oh, I’m so excited for this. Did my hair curl weird? No? Okay. What do you want me to do? Introduce myself? I don’t know, everything’s changed so much since the last time I did a one on one interview like this. Hi, my name is Sasha Braus. I was the former keyboardist and supporting female vocalist for Heart Attack.

CONNIE SPRINGER, drummer for Heart Attack: Ready, kid? You’re in for a ride. I hope you brought snack or something to hold you by, this is a long story.

MIKASA ACKERMAN, photographer and costume designer for Heart Attack: This is for a documentary, right? Or a novel? Oh, okay. Either way, I’ll try to remember everything as best I can.

Y/N L/N, main female vocalist for Heart Attack: Hey. Yeah, of course. Mess with whatever. Maybe you can hide the circles under my eyes. [laughs]

What did you think of Heart Attack?

MIKASA: Well, it was Eren’s dream, so I just kind of went with it. It was fun, though. I really liked everyone we worked with. Most of them were really nice.

EREN: We were on top of the fucking world. The biggest band of the century. Everyone knew our name and we were making millions. I don’t know why Jean wanted to throw that shit away.

JEAN: You want honesty? I fucking hated it. Every single second.

CONNIE: Ooo, getting into the deep shit already? Well, I personally thought it was so fun. More so after we got famous, but it was great even back when we were just teenagers in Mrs. Yeager’s basement.

ARMIN: I kind of felt… indifferent? I mean, yeah I liked it. I was spending time with my best friends. But I would have preferred something quieter, maybe? Something that didn’t have us at each other’s throats all the time, at least.

SASHA: Well, it was definitely stressful. God, especially when I was pregnant. I was so worried about what we were going to do then. I mean, I couldn’t be up on stage at almost nine months. Are you crazy? But then for half of our songs the keyboard is a really big part so it’s not like I just couldn’t be there.

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. Yeah, there were a couple times I maybe wanted to kill someone, but it was fun. Lifelong friends, some of them. All of them, actually, but . . .

SASHA: Oh, well. We figured it out in the end. [smiles]

Y/N: It didn’t end well, as I’m sure you know.

JEAN: What were we? A rock band, according to Google, but what we were doing wasn’t rock.

CONNIE: It’s kind of funny, actually. Before Sasha we were all so uncreative and couldn’t come up with song titles. With good reason, too, that shit is hard. Trying to sum up your song in a couple words? Pfft. We were all useless, especially Eren.

ARMIN: Only the super old fans know this, but our very first song ever, track one on our debut album, was originally called “Pilot.”

EREN: Yes, like the fucking first episode of a show that doesn’t know if it’s gonna do well or some shit. It was not my idea.

JEAN: It was Eren’s idea.

MIKASA: I tried convincing them to name it something else, but they wouldn’t budge. I suggested just their band name and they said, “No, that’s too basic. We need something unique.” They didn’t change it until Scout Records told them to. And guess what they changed it to.

CONNIE: We changed the first song to “Heart Attack” in… let’s see, 2018 or somewhere close to that. 2019, maybe?

JEAN: Naming our first album “Debut” was Eren’s dumb ass idea, too. Uncreative prick.

EREN: No one else had any better ideas, so we just went with what I said by default. It’s not like anyone cared, anyway.

What can you tell me about Marco Bodt?

SASHA: Sorry, darling. I don’t know much about him other than he was the band’s first keyboardist.

Y/N: Just what Annie and everyone else told me way back when. I don't remember much.

MIKASA: Oh, I wasn’t around them enough at the beginning to know him. That was around the same time my mom had started getting me ready to take over the store, so I spent almost all of my free time with her.

ARMIN: I don’t really remember him. I had him in my Chemistry class before I dropped out. He was my table partner, I think. He was nice, though. We tutored each other sometimes. And, of course, he was over at Eren’s with us a lot.

CONNIE: I loved Marco, man. If you met him, you knew you had just met the sun. He always had such a bright outlook on everything. He was like Switzerland when we started arguing. And he always came up with the best compromises.

EREN: Marco was amazing. I felt bad all the time because he was always breaking up arguments. I have no clue why he was friends with us.

ARMIN: We were definitely annoying. It took a special kind of patience to deal with us, especially at that age. Marco always handled it so well, though. I think he and I would’ve ended up being much better friends if we were given the chance.

JEAN: Someone did their homework. You know about Marco? Course you do, you’re fucking [incoherent]. Uhm, Marco… God, I haven’t talked about him since he died. I don’t even think the really old fans know about him, to be honest. Well, Marco was . . . I think he was the first boy I ever loved.

i'm so excited for this series you guys don't even know. i have so much planned and i hope you guys have as much fun reading it as i had writing it

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[harunovella]

love in stereo ; r.b.

synopsis: reiner braun, the beloved football star and ladies man - or as jean likes to call him "manwhore" - has had his eyes on you. after attending one of your band's shows, he found himself head over heels when his eyes first laid on you. however, everyone said the two of you were polar opposites and from different worlds… can reiner finally win you over or will he eventually let you go?

cw: fem!reader, musician!reader x football player!reiner, college/modern au, unrequited love (at first?), acquaintances/friends to lovers, drunk kissing/touching, angst (slight argument), fluff, ngl some of it is cheesy but endearing ok, oral (m → f), fingering, smut... MDNI! (18+)

wc: 12k+

an: this was actually my first ever fic posted on ao3 for aot... before i went down the eren spiral oops but pls enjoy! i love my bby reiner, he deserve lots of hugs and kisses (and therapy)! srry for any errors/missing cw! enjoy!! xo chapter title inspo

“Look at how massive this crowd is!” Sasha exclaimed as she stood amongst the roaring crowd, clapping and singing along to the band that had taken the stage. The theater was filled to the brim with local college and university students, most gathered at the center while others spread throughout the two floors of seats. “We should get closer!” Grabbing Connie’s hand, she tugged him deeper into the tight horde of overly hyped bodies. Connie gave a face of fear as he tried to reach out for Jean but completely missed, sending him a look that screamed please save me . However, Jean shrugged it off and stayed towards the back. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t like the music, hell, it was one of his favorite bands––a band that consisted of four of his closest friends––but he wasn’t in the mood to get into a pit of sweaty bodies thrashing around and possibly stealing his wallet from his back pocket or one of the many rings adorning his fingers. “Poor Connie, he won’t last not even five minutes in there,” he snickered as his eyes shifted from the duo, towards the stage where he began to bob his head to the strumming of the guitars. 

“Can’t expect much from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum,” Annie mumbled as she stood beside him, her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket, tapping her foot lightly. Though she didn’t give anyone any hint that she was into… anything (besides her fashion sense of jeans, plaids, and any sort of band tee) it was no surprise to run into her there while at the theater. She was friends with the band, too. 

Looking down at her, Jean scoffed, “insult all you want, but at least they don’t stick out like a sore thumb like your meathead of a friend,” he pointed back with his thumb. Annie’s eyes trailed past him, noticing the towering blonde that stood next to the bar, a grin on his lips as he held a glass of–– “Reiner literally dresses up as if he’s about to attend a frat party every time he comes to these shows.”

Sighing, Annie shifted her eyes back to meet with Jean’s, “what can you expect from a man who thinks with his dick.” Rolling her eyes, she then looked back ahead to the band. “He literally only comes to these shows for her,” she nudged her head towards you––the lead singer and guitarist. You stood dead center, Mikasa (the bassist and backup vocals) to your right, Eren (another guitarist and backup vocalist) on your left, and Armin at the drums behind you. Annie’s eyes settled on Armin a bit too long, causing Jean to snicker. “Shut up,” she hissed, already knowing what he was about to say.

Lifting his hands up in defense, his laugh continued, “I said nothing! Your face and reaction says it––” Suddenly, he was hunched over, clutching his stomach as Annie had elbowed him in the gut. “Bitch…”

A subtle smirk grew on the corner of Annie’s lips, eyes lingering on Armin as he wore a big grin on his face, twirling his drumsticks around his fingers as you spoke into the microphone. You thanked the crowd and waved goodbye, bowing and walking backstage as Mikasa, Eren, and Armin followed shortly after. Turning her head to face the bar, Annie sighed, “looks like he’s on the pounce… yet again.”

“Masochist,” Jean scoffed as he, too, looked over at the bar. “Does he not get that she has zero interest in him? It’s gotten obnoxious at this point that he won’t give up.”

“You sound jealous,” Annie teased as she looked over at Jean, but he gave her a disgusted look. One that made her laugh. It was so forced and so obvious that he was . “Then you better beat him before he gets to her before you.”

“Shut up,” Jean growled, only to be knocked off of his feet as Sasha and Connie rammed right into him. “HEY, WHAT THE FU––!”

“You coward! We could have been in there longer!” Sasha exclaimed.

“The show is over! Not my fault we got here late unlike Jean and Annie!” Connie fired back.

“Because you were too scared! Who gets scared to go to a concert?!”

“That’s not true!”

“Next show we are coming here before showtime and getting a good spot in the pit!”

“No way! So we can be trampled?!”

“That’s the––”

“GET. OFF. OF. ME!” Jean exclaimed, shoving the two that behaved like a pair of twin toddlers off of him. “You two are so damn annoying!” He huffed, forcing himself to his feet and patting off his leather jacket and tight, black jeans. “Sasha, stop forcing Connie into things he doesn’t want to do. Connie, grow a pair and live a little!” Pointing his finger at the two of them, he then looked over to the spot Annie was in, then noticed she was already walking towards the backstage doors. 

Seeing him quickly walk off, Connie and Sasha exchanged looks before rushing over to join them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to hangout with the band after shows, the only problem was the band’s manager––Levi Ackerman. He hated when others came in and distracted the bandmates. Usually, he used those moments to inform them on upcoming matters involving shows or recording sessions. Luckily, this time around, he wasn’t there as they walked in.

Armin handed out beer to you, Eren, and Mikasa as the four of you sat amongst each other. You sat on the couch next to Eren and Mikasa––who shared the love seat. Mikasa had her legs over Eren’s lap as he had his free hand wrapped around her calf. Armin sat on the coffee table before you, chatting as the sound of the doors opening caused the four of them to look over. Sasha came rushing in with Connie in her grip, pushing past everyone who was in their way. “You guys were amazing!” She shouted as Armin smiled, mirroring the expressions of his fellow bandmates. “I got Connie and I into the pit… not for long but we were in there! It was wild! Your fans are getting bigger and bigger! So glad we were the original fans.”

“You guys were our friends first,” Armin chuckled as Sasha and Connie stood beside him, only for Annie to walk by and take a seat on the coffee table beside him. “H–– Hey, Annie!”

“Sasha’s right, you guys did great out there,” she lowly spoke as Armin blushed.

Turning away from the two, Sasha tugged Connie with her as they went to speak with Mikasa and Eren, praising them for their work on the guitars. Eren teased Connie for being on a leash with Sasha and Mikasa blushed at said woman’s enthusiasm. Jean eyed the room, amazed that Reiner wasn’t there already when they had assumed he had gone ahead before them… seeing as he didn’t even stand to watch with them. Furrowing his eyebrows, he then noticed the spot beside you was empty, grinning and making his way over to sit beside you.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you pulled it out of the back pocket of your ripped up jeans. Seeing the name that was written across the notification, you sighed. Not bothered, but not entirely eager, you unlocked your phone and read the message. “I’ll be right back,” you said as you took a swig from your bottle, then settled it down beside Annie as you stood up. “Hey Jean,” you smiled to the mullet haired man as he plopped beside you, you completely missing the sudden frown on his lips.

“Embarrassing,” Eren mumbled as Jean shot him a dirty look. “She’s clearly off to see Reiner.”

“They’re not even a thing, she can’t stand him,” Jean snapped.

“Says who? You?” Annie asked as you were now long gone from the group. 

“He’s a douchebag manwhore who sleeps around with any cheerleader who opens their legs for him,” he spat. “Always wearing that stupid varsity jacket… They’re from two different worlds. It would never work!”

“Because you wish it was you? Since you’re the better fit?” Eren smirked as he brought his beer bottle to his lips, Mikasa reaching behind him and twirling some of his loose hair around her fingers. 

“No! I am just being a good friend––”

“And saying no one is good enough for her? I think that’s a little over the top if you ask me,” Sasha raised a brow as Connie couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You-- Shut up! All of you!” Jean snapped. 

“I haven’t said anything…” Armin mumbled as Annie patted his knee. 

“In your head you know we’re all right,” she said as Armin grew stiff for a moment, then looked away. 

“Not you too, Armin!” Jean whined. 

No one had really noticed you slip past the bar and towards the side of the theater. Everyone was either waiting by the front for their ride or too invested in their conversations about how amazing the band is to even recognize the lead singer walk right past them. Wasn’t like your band was mega famous, but you were doing pretty well that your following was quite large for a “local” band. 

Slipping your hands in the back pockets of your jeans, you looked around the street as you stood at the curb, looking left and right before landing your eyes on the person waiting for you. Making your way over, walking along the edge of the sidewalk as you kept your balance, you approached the black Ford F-150 with a man (just as giant as the ride) leaned against it. A small smile grew on his lips as he spotted you, standing up straight as you stopped before him. “Desperate for my undivided attention?” You teased as he shrugged, pulling his hand from behind his back––something you hadn’t noticed until now. 

“Jean was there, you know how he is,” Reiner said as you gave him a small look, an eyebrow arched but a playful smirk on your lips. “I’m sure he’s making a scene as we speak. Annie and Eren like to poke fun at him.”

Eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his grip, you asked “now, what do these mean?” Reiner had a habit of bringing you a bouquet of flowers after every show, and each time they were a new set. Usually, if not always, they had a meaning. You were quite amazed that he knew the language of flowers but he insisted it was his little cousin––Gabi––who knew a thing or two about it. “Jealousy?” You teased as he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Since you’ve got competition according to Annie and Eren.”

“Jean has nothing on me,” He huffed as he straightened his back. “Yellow pansies, thinking of you…”

Eyeing the bouquet you had taken into your hands, you let out a soft chuckle. “When aren’t you thinking of me? You gave these to your past flings?” Arching an eyebrow up at him as you tilted your head, he shook his head.

“You still think my crush on you is just to get in your pants and move on?” He asked as you shrugged. “It pains me how little you think of me, superstar.”

Rolling your eyes, you grunted, “ugh, don’t call me that.” Waving your hand, you sniffed the fresh flowers. “I’m just being cautious. You know, jocks like you don’t have great reputations. The fact that you’re after a girl with a whole different background than you is quite odd.” 

Watching you breathe in the flowers with a face full of content, Reiner reached over and gently tugged on the piercing that looped around your upper left ear’s cartilage. “What? Can’t have a crush on a goth?” He asked as you let out a low huff.

“The goths are Mikasa and Eren, I’m just on that fine line,” you explained, but Reiner eyed you from head to toe, taking in your outfit. Sure, you weren’t wearing pitch black eyeliner and lipstick with matching nails, nor were you wearing some sort of chunky platform shoes with fishnets… but you still had that feel. You did wear those ripped jeans, had that bralette sticking out from your flannel that you didn’t even bother to button up… “Call it grunge if you gotta label it. Y’know, very 90s,” you shrugged. “Not that being a goth is offensive or anything but Mikasa definitely takes the mantle. Eren is a follow up. More because she influenced him.”

“And Armin?” Reiner asked as you grinned. “A nerd that randomly found his place in the band?”

Gently punching his solid chest, you sighed, “let him be. He has his own style and we love that for him. Doesn’t need to meet a certain criteria in order to be included.”

“Yet I get made fun of for attending the shows in my varsity jacket,” he crossed his arms. “I don’t see how that’s fair.”

Looking back down at the flowers, gently caressing the petals, you bit your inner cheek. “Guess it’s because it’s fun to tease you… You handle it far better than Jean does, that’s for sure. He gets so easily flustered. It’s cute.”

Huffing, Reiner rolled his eyes at your compliment, your eyes shifting up to meet his golden ones. He wasn’t one to verbally say he was jealous, but it was obvious. After all, he had been pinning over you for months now––something most of his friends would say was unheard of. Porco would make fun of him for falling head over heels for a woman completely out of his league as Pieck would defend him and say that opposites attract and to give it time… and boy was he giving it a lot of time. He wasn’t one to brag, but his past relationships and flings were easy to get… Maybe that’s why he liked this chase. You weren’t easy to get. You were someone he wanted to fight for. Someone he wanted something real and true with. Nothing shortly lived, nothing driven by pure lust. No, he wanted it all with you… If only you would just give him a chance.

He blamed his past and that stupid manwhore title Jean gave him (one he liked to drill in your brain). However, the look on your eyes––and face––was showing that maybe… just maybe, you were slowly loosening up to him. Maybe he had a chance.

“You know I won’t give up,” he finally spoke. “No matter what anyone says about me, or what you may think. I’m not putting all this effort because I solely want to get in your pants… Though… I’ll be honest, I do want to get in your pants, but I want more than just that with you,” he said your name as you eyed him. Your heart skipped a beat, but you swallowed the small lump in your throat as your grip slightly tightened around the stems of the bouquet. “I’m just being straightforward. No way around it, anyway. It’s obvious my feelings for you. Unlike that coward Jean.”

Feeling a smile grow on your face, you looked away, eyes settled on a group of girls climbing into an Uber as they laughed. Then, your eyes landed on a couple holding hands, sharing a small kiss as they had crossed the street. “Leave Jean alone,” you softly laughed. “I don’t have feelings for him, not that I should have to say that because I owe nobody anything. He’s just a great friend.”

Eyeing you, he felt a faint sense of relief. He’d be lying if he said if he didn’t feel a sense of competition between Jean and himself. “What about me?”

Looking back up at him, you grinned, “you’re a great friend, too.”

Dropping his shoulders, Reiner sighed. “I should’ve expected that…” Letting his head fall back as he looked up at the black sky scattered with stars, he then took in a deep breath before returning his focus to you. “I still won’t give up.”

“I know,” you nodded, reaching up to the collar of his jacket, tugging him down as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the flowers.” At that, you let him go before turning away, making your way towards the theater as Reiner watched.

“Will I see you tomorrow?!” He called out as you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him for a moment. 

“Wanna see me dressed in something skimpy for Halloween?” You teased, a sudden flush of pink on his cheeks appearing. “You know I’ll be there.”

Feeling his heart flutter, he shut his eyes for a moment, taking in a sharp breath before turning to his truck. Maybe he’ll finally win you over then.

Music could be heard down the street as cars scattered across the lawn and driveway, taking up any possible space they could. Drunks and couples making out were spread throughout the interior and exterior of the home. Reiner’s home––that he shared the rent with Porco and Pieck––was filled wall to wall with (what felt like) almost every student from the university. Eren and Mikasa had taken their spot in a dimly lit corner of the living area, arms wrapped around one another as they kept to their own world. Armin was being cheered on by Connie, Sasha, and a bunch of others as he chugged beer straight from the keg while Annie watched from afar. 

You and Mikasa decided to have matching costumes, you as a devil and her as an angel; the two of you wore similar, strapless dresses that flared out at the waist and didn’t go any lower than mid thigh. You, in devil horns, as Mikasa had the halo “hovering” over her head. Eren claimed he was dressed as a vampire, wearing the fangs and having his shirtless torso covered in fake blood, his usual black, ripped up jeans tucked into his boots as Armin was a vampire hunter. Though, for Armin, it wasn’t much of a costume as he was wearing a flannel and jeans with a dagger in hand. Like your closest friends, you were buzzed… maybe beyond that. You were dancing with Historia and Ymir before you found yourself taking shots with Jean and Marco. You jumped around from person to person, group to group and lost track of how much you had in your system. 

Spotting Reiner as he wore a flushed face, playing beer pong with Bertolt, you watched as he made every shot while Bertolt kept missing. Giggling to yourself, you walked up to the broad blond and clutched onto his bare bicep. He was dressed as a firefighter, though the getup stopped at his waist while his torso was in nothing but an insanely tight, white tank top. “You’re too good… at this! Poor Bertie… he hasn’t gotten one in!” You pointed as Reiner looked down at you. The smug look on his face was suddenly wiped away as his eyes widened, landing on your breasts. The dress hardly covered your chest up and he was sure if you tugged just a little, you’d give him all that he was suddenly craving to see. “I’ve had a shot… with everyone… but you!” You pointed, snatching him out of his trance as he forced his eyes up to meet yours. 

“Then let’s do a shot,” he nodded, grabbing your hand and tugging you away as Pieck rushed over to take his place at beer pong. “You look so… good, you know that?” Reiner said as the two of you stood in the cramped kitchen. A couple making out on the counter, others trying to make their own drinks while watching through the window as Sasha was chugging away at a funnel. 

Shrugging, you then pressed your hands against his chest, “not as good as you!” 

Feeling the blood rush up to his head, Reiner took in a sharp breath as he poured the two of you a shot, handing you the tiny red cup as you left one hand against him. Reiner brought an arm over your shoulders as the two of you took in your shots as you tossed your heads back before laughing. Suddenly, you grabbed the sharpie that sat behind him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him away. You dismissed the fact that the couple making out on the counter was Eren and Mikasa, not entirely surprised as they were just as drunk as everyone else.

Shoving Reiner onto the couch, you straddled him as you removed the cap of the marker. His hands settled on your hips, eyes landing on the swell of your breasts that were more prominent due to the strapless getup you were in. He hadn’t realized you were writing on his chest––at least, on the thin material of his tank top––until the sharp smell of the marker hit his nose. “What’re you doing?” He asked in a low voice, eyes slowly shifting from your chest, to your lip between your teeth. How he wanted to have it between his own. 

“Your tits are so fucking big!” You said as you capped the marker and laughed, pressing your finger against his right peck. “There, perfect.”

Still caught in his trance, he forced his focus down, seeing the upside down writing as he read it out. “M–– Milk… Got… Milk… Got Milk?”

Bursting out into laughter as you held onto his shoulder and threw your head back, your free hand clutched onto your chest as he watched you in confusion. “Get it?” You vibrated, looking back at him. “You should have… come as a cow! Your boobs are bigger than most girls here!”

Shaking his head, he removed his hands from you and crossed them behind his head. “Being a meathead pays off.”

Nodding, you bit your inner cheek before standing up momentarily. You turned and tossed the marker onto the coffee table before bending over and grabbing your horns that had fallen off of your head from your laughter. You purposefully stayed bent longer than you should’ve, knowing very well that Reiner’s eyes would linger on the red number that you wore underneath. The thong gave him enough fuel to make him harder than he already was as his eyes stayed glued on your exposed ass cheeks and clothed cu––  “It’s kinda hot.” Your words had snapped his eyes away as you turned back and placed the devil horns on his head instead before straddling him once again.

“Kinda?” He asked as you nodded, giving his chest a squeeze as a small laugh left him. “Can I… do the same… to you?”

Shrugging as your eyes were focused on his chest, you nodded, “sure…” Feeling his hands grip underneath your breasts, your already flushed cheeks grew hotter.

“Ugh, these two are groping each other,” Porco rolled his eyes as he walked by from the kitchen alongside a few other guys, holding a freshly opened bottle. “Get a damn room!”

“This is my house as much as it’s yours!” Reiner called out without even lifting his focus from your breasts. He squeezed and kneaded before tracing his fingertips over the exposed bits he could get at, sending a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined his hands wandering your body. Sure, you played hard to get––not out of the idea of being cruel––but because you weren’t really sure if his intentions were true. Yeah, he did admit that he does want to get into your pants, but also said he wanted more… and in the incoherent state you were in, you couldn’t really tell what was right from wrong… 

Probably why you found yourself lip locking him, tongue deep in his mouth as you found yourself grinding your hips against his own. Your sense of decency was gone, completely forgetting you were in the middle of a Halloween party; wasn’t like anyone cared, this was a common occurrence but… not this exact thing. It didn’t help that at some point Ymir and Historia, Sasha and Connie, and so on had walked by to see it happen. Ymir was disgusted and Historia blushed, Sasha and Connie spewed I knew it would happen at the same time… Eren and Mikasa had seen it from the kitchen, peeking their heads out and noticing the way Reiner’s hands were underneath the skirt of your dress and kneading at your ass and how your hands were squeezing at his biceps. 

“She must really be drunk…” Mikasa said as she and Eren watched. “She definitely wouldn’t be doing this if she were sober.”

Laughing, Eren wrapped an arm around Mikasa’s shoulders, “I dunno… she’s pretty into it, that means she’s definitely wanted to do it for a while,” he pointed out, noticing the way both yours and Reiner’s tongues pressed against one another as you rubbed yourself against him.

“What the hell are you two looking at?” The sound of Jean’s voice from behind them caused Mikasa’s eyes to widen as Eren smirked.

“Your girlie officially made her move on another man,” he said as Jean furrowed his eyebrows, both he and Marco peeking over.

“Oh wow…” Was all Marco could say, blushing at the sight. “That’s… That’s something to see…”

Slightly gasping before narrowing his eyes, Jean looked away, “how disgusting, they couldn’t even do this in another room?” 

Looking over at Jean, who crossed his arms, Eren grinned, “why? Mikasa and I do this all the time and no one complains.”

“That’s because we’re all used to the two of you. I am amazed the two of you haven’t made out on stage,” Jean said as he closed his eyes, keeping himself faced elsewhere, completely wanting to avoid the show of you and Reiner practically dry fucking in the middle of a party. “I thought she had more decency.”

“And you have a right to complain about what she does with her body?” Eren poked as Jean scoffed. “It could have been you if you made a move––”

Turning around, Jean snapped, “I don’t have feelings for her!” Snatching the red cup in Eren’s grip, Jean stormed off as he chugged it, unaware of its contents but not seeming to care as he made his way outside. Marco gave them an apologetic look before turning his focus back to you and Reiner, then forced himself to walk away and follow Jean.

“She’ll regret it in the morning,” Eren said as he turned away with Mikasa, making himself another drink.

Peeking over once more, Mikasa sighed, “probably…”

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, as if it was about to be split open. You didn’t seem to acknowledge your environment right away, instead, you sat up and clutched your forehead as your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you. There was a hint of light seeping from the kitchen appliances. Taking in a deep breath, you pressed your hands against what you had thought to be the couch, only to gasp when you realized it was a person. Blinking a few times, you covered your mouth, seeing a completely knocked out Reiner beneath you, devil horns on his head and face (plus neck) covered in your lipstick marks. “Oh, fuck…” you breathed, looking down and seeing his hands lazily resting on your thighs. You had fallen asleep against him, that much you could tell… you just weren’t sure what the hell you were doing.

Peeking over to see your phone sitting on the couch, you quietly reached over and lifted it up to your line of vision. Dozens of notifications from Mikasa and Sasha, a few from Eren and Armin. Unlocking your phone and reading through, seeing how Sasha and Mikasa both mentioned how they left you be because you were completely knocked out and latched to Reiner––seeing as they were your roommates and normally brought you back to your shared apartment after parties. Yet, here you were… left behind. Not really, they insisted you were too involved with Reiner to even bother tearing you from him .  

Eyeing Eren’s three messages of nothing but let me know if you need a ride home , Mikasa is a bit worried that she left you behind , and a if you and Reiner fuck, Armin owes me money! followed by Armin’s please ignore anything Eren says about a bet and I am so sorry!

Sighing, you were about to toss your phone back on the couch as you closed the app, only to freeze. Seeing another app was open, you tapped onto your photo album and saw dozens upon dozens of photos that had you had taken with Reiner… Swiping threw them as your eyes grew wider and wider, embarrassed by the documentation of how much you were all over his body, you were just about to drop your phone only to hear gentle groaning and shifting. 

“Shit…” Reiner’s low, disgruntled voice rang in your ears as you slowly looked at him. “Oh… hey…”

“Oh my god,” eyeing him, you nearly slammed your palm into your face and showed him the photos on your phone. “Why didn’t you stop me?!” You squeaked.

“Because… you initiated it and… I wanted to do it, too?” He said in a questioning tone, rubbing his own forehead. “Fuck, I haven’t had that much alcohol in my system since Sasha’s 21st…” Carefully pulling you off of him and settling you down as if you were as light as a feather, he moved towards the kitchen and eventually returned with a pair of water bottles in hand, giving you one before he opened his and chugged it down. 

Staring at him, then your phone, then back at him, you shivered. “This was a huge mistake…” you mumbled, causing Reiner to eye you with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “We were both drunk and–– and I was… oh my god,” looking back down at your phone as you noticed there were a few videos of you and him, you covered your mouth. “I was practically humping you like a dog in heat!”

Sighing, he reached for your bottle and removed the cap before handing it back to you. “Drink,” was all he said before getting up to toss his empty bottle into the trash. A part of him expected you to run out with regret, but you sat there, staring at your phone as you took sips from the bottle. “Staring won't make a difference. If you truly regret it… you can act like it never happened…” he lowly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand sat on his hip.

“You won’t,” you said. “You definitely won’t, you’ve wanted this for so long, Reiner.”

Taking in a deep breath, he eyed you, “let me take you home. I know your apartment isn’t too far from here and I’m not going to let you wake Mikasa and Sasha so they can come get you.”

Watching him walk away for a moment, you forced yourself to your feet, a bit wobbly as you clutched your head before following him out as he came back with his keys. From the moment you entered his truck to the moment he parked in front of you apartment building, the two of you sat in silence. Nothing but the hum of his AC, the low beats of his radio playing, and the late night drivers was all that was heard. It was awkward, you sat stiff, staring out the window. You never expected for this to happen or to ever get to this point. You wished you didn’t allow yourself to get os drunk, and you wished you had never done what you did… but it was too late now and you were sure you had Reiner’s hopes up… only to crush them.

“Thanks…” was all you said as you slipped out of his truck, not giving him a single glance. It wasn’t like you were mad at him, you were just embarrassed. Embarrassed by everything that transpired within the last god knows how many hours. All you wanted was to get inside, clean up, and knock out. You would wait till the morning came to accept the bombardment of questions your friends would have...

Reiner watched you go with a small slouch in your back. You were full of regret, that was given… but was it really that bad to have kissed him? Well… to makeout with him? Though it was a blur of a memory, from what he could remember, it wasn’t bad at all. And he was sure, deep down, you felt the same. You must’ve. Why else would you engage? He only had hope that maybe giving you the space and time you needed, things would clear up.

For now, he left the moment you entered the building and hoped for the best.

That following morning you woke to a message from Reiner wishing you were feeling better and that he hopes things aren’t awkward… even if his crush has been beyond apparent for a while now. You smiled and appreciated the effort, glad he wasn’t being an ass about or persistent on whether or not it could happen again. However, you never answered. You said you’d wait a day to reply… and that one day turned into two… then three… and so on. You hadn’t been confronted by the girls––thankfully––but you willingly told them what you wanted to. You knew they were curious and had… pretty much every right to be as they had seen it all happen. A girl who wouldn’t give the guy the time of day for so long, then so willingly making out with him at his Halloween party.

It wasn’t easy to forget, the first few days it sat on the back of your mind, you thinking about what transpired in the middle of class or during rehearsals. On your walks on the campus to your time driving to and from shows… 

Two weeks passed and you still hadn’t responded to Reiner. He had messaged you a few times since then, saying he assumes you were better after the hangover, praising you for your performance that happened a few nights after his party. Another message was saying he hopes to hear from you soon and that he’s sorry if he’s bothering you, but he was a bit concerned. You nibbled your bottom lip at the messages, finding yourself rereading them at random times of the day. You still hadn’t answered and you still held off… A piece of you said you just needed time to think but two weeks was plenty of time to go over what happened. You just didn’t want to admit… you were scared of the possibility of what you were feeling… But it was wrong of you to lead him on. Not once had you denied him, neither have you accepted any of his advancements, either. If anything, you felt to be at blame. You did flirt and you did acknowledge his attention… and made out with him. 

It didn’t help that two weeks turned into a month and within that time you went from I need to think about it to completely avoiding it and him . You convinced yourself it was because you were busier, classes were a lot and Levi had you and the band rehearsing more often than not due to the higher demand in appearances at shows. However, that was no excuse for your behavior. 

And maybe… it was getting to a point where Reiner was losing his patience. Sure, he only messaged you a few times, not wanting to seem like he was harassing you, but there were times he tried approaching you on campus and after shows but you completely dismissed him. Avoided him. Your eyes would meet, he would smile and wave… and you would dip and act like he was invisible. At first, he understood your reaction, you probably were still embarrassed, but after a while, it was getting old and it was driving him insane. How many times did he have to tell you you weren’t a fling, a one night stand he was interested in? He wanted you and only you. And if you really were disturbed by him, or had zero interest, you would have told him to fuck off and move on a long time ago. Not straight up avoid him. 

Exiting your afternoon class and finding him leaning against the wall, holding a bouquet of red carnations, you panicked. You learned a thing or two about flower language after growing curious one night. Red carnations were one of the popular ones and you knew what it meant: my heart aches for you. Gulping and staring at him as everyone piled out from the same lecture as you, walking past you from in front and behind, you panicked. Should you run? Should you finally confront him?

The sound of someone calling your name caught your attention as you looked over, seeing Hitch wave at you at the end of the hall. You sighed in relief, peeking over to see Reiner now looking directly at you as he lifted his focus from his phone. Slipping past the crowd as you quickly made your way to Hitch, she looped an arm with you, “are you still avoiding that hunk?” She asked, you went red in the face.

“Wh––”

“Everyone in the group is talking about it,” she shrugged. “Annie told me.”

“She did?” You asked, worried. “What… did she say?” You knew how close Annie was to Reiner, you were sure he said something to her.

“Well, apparently Bertolt told her that he hasn’t been all there during practices and that he has this habit of checking his phone… Annie says it’s because he’s waiting for you to answer him. I asked her how she would know that and she straight up said she snooped through his phone.” Hearing you gasp, Hitch laughed. “You really are avoiding him, huh?”

“I–– No–– I just––”

“Oh, you’ve got it bad then?” She smirked as the two of you stopped walking and stood outside the building. “You’re scared you’ve fallen for the meathead, huh? Or maybe… you’ve always found him cute and developed feelings but refused to act on them because of what everyone says. That you two are opposites and that he just wants to sleep with you and toss you to the curb when he’s done.”

“No, that isn’t––”

“Save it,” Hitch said as she lifted her hand. “What are you scared of?”

Biting your inner lip, you looked down and clutched your grip on the notebook pressed against your chest. “I don’t know… maybe it’s all a lie. Maybe he does want to use me? Or maybe I’m just scared because I have never been with a man like him––”

“Massive?” She snickered as she leaned in, you couldn’t help but blush and nod.

“I mean yeah, he’s huge as fuck and… he’s on the football team. Ugh, I sound like I’m dealing with high school shit,” rubbing your forehead, you sighed. “I guess what I’m saying is I am scared of what this could become.”

“Well, how would you know if you don’t try?” Hitch asked, now grinning. “I don’t know Reiner that well, I’ve spoken to him a few times but not as much as you or Annie. However, I have dealt with plenty of men and… I don’t think any who want to just get in your pants and then act like you don’t exist afterwards would put effort into getting you flowers that have meaning…”

“Annie told you?” You whispered as she nodded. “God… I feel like an idiot. I’ve avoided him for a whole month. I don’t know why he’s still trying, if I were him, I’d be mad and just say fuck her and move on…”

“Doesn’t that say a lot about him?” Hitch tilted her head as you rubbed your face and groaned. “Go back in there and talk to him. Clear things out. You’ll feel so much better.”

Eyeing her as she nodded, your shoulders slumped as you sucked in a deep breath. “Fine…” Turning away from her and walking back inside with a racing heart, your lips curved downward into a frown as Reiner was nowhere to be found. No longer leaning against the wall and nowhere near sight. “I’m too late…”

“Brat,” Levi called out to you as you snapped your focus to him. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been out of it these past few shows. Are you on something?” He glared, studying you. “You know my terms on smoking and drugs especially before shows--“

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing…”

Eyeing you, Mikasa stood from her crouched position as she had placed her guitar into its case. “Levi, I have something to show you,” she said, pulling out her phone to change the topic and get him off your back. You gave her a wordless thank you before you dealt with your own guitar. 

It was true, it had been a week since you were going to speak to Reiner and found he was no longer waiting for you. You weren’t being yourself, if anything, you were worse than before when you were avoiding him. You had messaged him, apologizing for the delay and asking if you could meet in person but received no response. You had seen him a few times out on campus and made the effort to reach out… but he was now the one ignoring you. It had gotten to a point he wasn’t even showing up at your shows. You thought, at first, he was busy with homecoming or maybe he was busy with schoolwork… but that never stopped him before and one missed show became multiple. Possibly why tonight when you looked through the crowd while performing, you noticed he wasn’t there.

“Hey…” 

Looking up and seeing Eren tower before you as his hands were in the pockets of his black jean jacket, you softly smiled and stood up, “what’s up?”

“Can I talk to you somewhere in private?” He asked and you slowly nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Sure…” Seeing him give you a reassuring smile, he guided you out of the backstage area and towards a door that lead you to the rooftop of the theater. In the distance, you saw lighting strike as an incoming storm was approaching, the winds picking up as both of you came to a stop, sitting on the AC unit. “What’s this about?” You curiously asked. 

Sighing, he picked at the threads hanging from one of the holes in his jeans. You knew he did this often when he was deep in thought and had nowhere else to put his focus. “I’m not going to take too long… there’s a storm coming and, well, I don’t sugarcoat shit, so…”

“Okay…” you slowly nod, growing more and more anxious by each passing moment.

“Reiner’s a good friend of mine and I’ve never seen him behave such way,” he started. You had an inkling this was going to be about him . “I mean, you and I know very well what people say about him because, for the most part, he was what they say he is… He hasn’t been like that in so long, not since he developed that crush for you. I know you’ve been avoiding him after that whole fiasco on Halloween. I get it. Hell, if it was me in that situation where Mikasa finally made a move on me, I’d be so happy but then insanely heart broken when she completely avoids my existence––”

“But!”

“Wait,” he lifted a hand. “You’re scared, I get it. I know, you’re one of my best friends. I can read you like a book and I can tell you’re super conflicted after all that shit that happened. He spoke to me recently, told me what happened last week with you and Hitch––”

“I–– I went back inside to look for him but he was gone!” You explained but Eren sighed.

“How long do you think a man can wait for the girl of his dreams? After a while of being tugged along, flirted with and yet no advancements made… it gets old. I know you meant no harm with the flirting, did it because it came naturally and more than likely because you are attracted to him. It happens. But after dry fucking him and then ghosting him, what do you think happens? Not that I’m pointing fingers at anyone, but, after a while… it gets tiring. And I think he reached his limit.”

Swallowing, you turned your worried eyes towards the incoming storm and frowned, “I know… I knew it would happen eventually… though I kind of hoped not. I guess it is my fault, I did this to him. I kissed him first, that’s as much as I can remember from that night. I have evidence… I straight up took photos and videos,” you awkwardly laughed as Eren eyed you. “I haven’t been in a relationship… in so long. My life has become school and the band and I just, I couldn’t see myself being tied to someone when I wouldn’t be able to give them attention like you do to Mikasa or even Armin to Annie––even if they’re not a thing…”

“Yet,” Eren added as you softly smiled.

“But… I just… I spoke to Hitch and she told me to confront him. I tried to, I tried going after him but he was gone. I’ve seen him on campus and now he’s the one avoiding me…” eyeing the nail polish that was cracking and peeling away on your nails, you sighed, “I know I deserve it but I–– I didn’t want it to stop. For him to stop, I was and still am being selfish. I like his attention, I like the feeling of someone wanting me so badly and supporting me even if everyone scrutinizes him for falling for someone potentially out of his grasp… I don’t know, I just… it’s nice and I took advantage and fucked him over.”

Leaning back into the palms of his hands, Eren let out a small breath, “you kinda did––” you frowned at his words, but Eren grinned, “but I don’t think it’s too late…”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Sitting up straight, Eren patted your knee, “well, if you leave right now, you may catch him finishing his game. I know he couldn’t make it because of that… and also because he’s hurting, so…”

Blinking a few times, you eyed him, “he’s on campus?”

“Yeah, the stadium. We’re against some out of state college and I’m positive we’re beating their asses,” Eren nodded. “He’s always watching you perform, maybe you should go see him play for once and surprise him.”

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded. “Yeah… okay…” Leaning over and kissing his cheek, you thanked him. “I should get going then.”

“Yeah,” he said before he stood up and watched you go. “Hey,” he called out as you stopped in your tracks before the door, turning your head to face him. “Do you remember that talk we had years back that pushed me to finally ask Mikasa out?”

Thinking back, you nodded, “yeah… why?”

Smiling, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “see this as my thank you for that. I owed you big time.”

Grinning, you shook your head. “I just helped pull your head out of your ass.” At that, you left his sight.

When was the last time you went to one of these games? You couldn’t remember. Maybe in high school for homecoming? You couldn’t recall ever going to one for the university. You stood feeling out of place, paying for a ticket for a game that was soon to end, getting strange looks from the volunteer within the ticket booth. It was the least of your concern. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you made your way to the seats and took the first spot you could find. 

Eren was right, your university’s team was winning but not by much. From what you could tell, it was neck at neck and the crowd was losing their minds as the clock was ticking. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, only knowing a handful things about the sport due to the Super Bowl… but that was that. 

Searching the team, you spotted Bertolt and Porco. Eyeing a few others you recognized solely by association––and who you’ve seen at parties––your eyes landed on him . 

It felt almost as if he had felt your gaze and only yours, even if he had thousands of people watching him as he was playing. He was in the midst of making a touchdown, inevitably earning the win for his team in this game as nearly everyone in the crowd roared in happiness. As the team rushed up to him and cheered him on, his eyes so happened to land on you. Growing wide eyed at the sight, he looked away and focused on his teammates as they lifted him up on their shoulders. 

Sitting longer than you meant to as everyone began to rush out of their seats as the rain began to pour, you watched as Reiner was settled down before the team sprinted towards the interior of the stadium. Eyeing him, you decided it was now or never.

Making your way down the steps and onto the field, you jogged up to him and grabbed his arm before he could join the rest. “Hey, wait,” you spoke up, not seeming to care if either of you were now becoming drenched with the downpour.

“It’s raining––”

“I know but this can’t wait!” You exclaimed as you looked up at him with desperation.

“If this is an apology, I don’t need to hear it, it’s fine,” he said with a straight face, almost unbothered by the rain.

You, on the other hand, kept blinking it away and wiping at your face as your hair stuck to it. “No, please. I––”

“I have to go, it’s traditional that we celebrate after every win,” Reiner spoke as he slipped from your grip, turning away. You froze for a moment, panicking, unsure as to what you should do. 

Before you could think, your mouth began to utter words you weren’t even processing. “I was scared! I–– I haven’t been in a relationship in so long and I haven’t let anyone in like that in so long! Especially someone I’m so–– I’m so–– You’re just so different! Unlike anyone I’ve been with before and, I just, you have a reputation. Had one. I was scared for so many reasons before but I saw the effort you put. The flowers, the support, the way you spoke to me and how you never forced yourself on me and––” taking in a deep breath you gulped. “Fuck, I sound so stupid. I’m sorry, I am so sorry! I loved it, I loved the feeling you gave me. I took advantage, I never thought I was! I just–– It felt so good and, shit, when I kissed you I was drunk and I know it wasn’t the brightest idea but it––” rubbing your face, you shook your head. “I don’t know what the hell I’m trying to say or even get at. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now. I just came here without a second thought and I knew I had to do something because––”

“You were scared I wasn’t going to give you the attention you want anymore?” He furrowed his eyebrows, almost in an accusing tone as he eyed you.

“No! No! I––” taking a small step forward as you reached a hand out, you choked on your words, “please… I didn’t mean to sound like I was only using you. I never was. I just enjoyed the flirting, it was fun––”

“That makes it even better,” Reiner rolled his eyes. “You saw it as some little past time while I was madly–– I had feelings for you and you knew it and the moment you make the first move, I am suddenly the bad guy and go ignored as if I was at fault,” he pointed a finger as you shook your head with a gasp. 

“No, that’s not it!” You shrieked as lightning struck in the distance.

“Then what the fuck is it?!” He shouted.

“I— I–––” standing there like a deer in headlights, lips parted but nothing coming out, Reiner shook his head and turned once again. Watching him walk away, you bit your tongue and ran towards him, grabbing his wrist and turning him around, using your free hand to grasp the back of his neck and tug him down as your lips crashed against his own. 

Reiner hesitated at first, more than ready to push you and tell you off, claim you were going to regret it and avoid him all over again… but you didn’t let him move, you kept him locked in place. You desperately kissed him, grip on his wrist and the back of his neck not wavering. You weren’t giving up, and you knew you weren’t too late when he kissed you back. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth and biting deeper than you expected. A small whimper left you but you welcomed it. Your lips parted as his tongue slipped past and met your own, pressing and gliding along with such hunger. In a matter of seconds, your feet were off the ground as his grip was now on the back of your thighs. With legs wrapped around his waist and hands gripping his broad shoulders, the two of you kissed with such intensity that you had to force yourself to pull away and catch your breath. 

Without a word and a soft look in your eyes, Reiner knew. “You could have saved us all this trouble if you were honest with yourself from day one.”

“I know…” you breathed. “I’m sorry…”

“I want to say you’re forgiven, but you put me through hell,” he sighed and you couldn’t help but softly smile, wiping his hair from his forehead as the rain refused to let up.

“Tell me how I can make it up to you,” you softly spoke.

“Hmm… You could come back with me to my place… Porco will be out for the night celebrating and Pieck is out of town visiting her father…” Eyeing you, your smile was enough to have him rushing away from the stadium. He settled you down and took your hand as he went for the locker room. Everyone was huddled together just outside, giving you two time to sneak in through the backdoor as Reiner grabbed his bag. 

He had handed you his spare shirt and gym shorts as he grabbed a pair of towels for the two of you to dry off with. Reiner changed into a pair of sweats and tank top that he had sitting at the bottom of his duffle before the two of you made your way out. He whispered an apology for how big his clothes were as you struggled to keep the shorts up, but you waved it off. 

Lucky for the two of you, his truck wasn’t too far off from the back entrance of the locker room, you weren’t soaked again but you did get a good amount of drops on you. The two of you panted from the sprinting before slamming the doors shut. You looked over at Reiner who gave you a smile, one you soon mirrored. “I have to thank Eren,” you said, earning a confused look from him. “He basically helped me realize I wasn’t too late.”

“Huh…” He slowly nodded before he inserted his key into the ignition and began the drive to his home. It wasn’t that long, though the weather was a bit of a time delay. As eager as both of you were, you didn’t want him speeding and crashing either. 

The moment you made it to his home and rushed inside, the two of you removed your shoes by the front door before he took his duffle bag—and your wet clothes—with him to the laundry room as you stood there and eyed the couch you two were making out on Halloween. Biting your inner cheek, you huffed and looked away. As embarrassing as the thought was… you had to admit, it was worth it in the long run. 

Reiner eventually came back and took your hands in his, “wanna continue this there?” He nudged his head towards the couch, causing you to scrunch up your nose and shake your head. Letting out a small chuckle, he brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them one by one before lowering your hands. “I’m glad you’re giving me this chance…”

“And what chance might that be?” You leaned in with a small grin. “I’m not your girlfriend and we haven’t even gone on a date.”

“That’ll change,” he nodded. “Though, not today… it’s storming outside.”

Watching him shrug as you did the same, you then grinned, “tomorrow you’ll take me out then?”

“If you stay till the morning I can take you to breakfast,” Reiner offered.

Silently nodding, Reiner let go of your hands before bringing your face into his hands, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You returned his affections, lips moving carefully against his own, almost calculated. However, before you could even deepen it, Reiner pulled away and took your hand and brought you up the stairs with him, to his bedroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, he brought you onto his bed where he sat first. You stood in between his legs as his hands trailed your side while he kept his eyes on yours. You shivered at his touch––and the feeling of your wet hair dripping down your back. The storm was still raging outside, but nothing compared to the feeling in your belly. He so gently brought your hands on his shoulders before he brought his own to the loose waistband around your hips. Untying the drawstrings you had tied a million times to keep in place, you felt the breathable material slip down your legs before stepping out of them. Moving his hands underneath the shirt you wore, he caressed the expanse of your back and settled on your ass, giving it a small squeeze before wrapping his hands over your waist and bringing you closer to him. 

You leaned in and closed the gap once again, lips back to softly touching before your hands slid down his chest. You pulled away for a moment as Reiner eyed you, “what is it?”

Biting your inner cheek, you fought a grin as you eyed his tank top, “got milk?”

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, but the moment your small hands pressed against his chest, his eyes grew in size. “Oh… shit…” Looking down and seeing the faded sharpie marker, you laughed. 

“I didn’t even notice until now. I’m surprised you kept it,” you said, feeling the hard muscles against your hands.

“It was funny, I’ll admit.” Watching you as you kept your gaze low, Reiner pulled his hands out from underneath your shirt and reached for your wrists. “Plus, you wrote it.” Kissing your palms, he then placed your hands back on his chest before bringing you to straddle him. “You wont freak out when you wake up in a few hours?”

Throwing your head back, you groaned. “Reiner…” Feeling his hand reach for you chin to pull your focus back to him, he awaited your response. “No… I wont.” Leaning in and kissing him, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands along your bare thighs. 

“Good,” he muttered against your lips before he shifted positions, settling you beneath him as he left a trail of kisses. He kissed either cheek, then your lips before making his way down the column of your throat. Tugging down the collar of the shirt you were in, he continued along your collar bones before kissing the bit of your chest that was exposed. Reaching underneath you and unhooking your bra, Reiner gently tugged at it, wordlessly ordering you to remove it.

You slid your arms underneath the shit before tugging off the bra straps. Feeling him pull it off of you and tossing it to the side, your arms slid back through the shirt. Your hands went to rest in his hair as he brought his lips back to your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you squirming the moment his tongue made contact. He bit at the skin, not too hard, before sucking and kissing it. A small sound left you as he left another over your left clavicle. 

Lifting himself off of you and sitting on his heels, Reiner removed his tank top before tossing it to the side as your heart fluttered. It was enough that your body was on fire from his kisses, but your fingers itches to feel every bit of his skin. Every dip of his hardened muscles begging to be traced. You reached up and trailed your fingertips down his abdomen, feeling the shape of his abs beneath as Reiner watched you. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as your hands wandered, shivering at the sensation of his warm body against your curious hands. He seemed to enjoy it, letting you do as you please. 

“You’re so big…” you breathed, earning a smirk from him. Your eyes widened for a moment, “oh, don’t get cocky!”

“You haven’t seen it all yet,” he said as you blushed, almost forgetting just how much he must be carrying. The thought was terrifying, something you had forced yourself not think about… but now? It was inevitable. 

“I’ll say… I’m a bit scared,” you confessed. 

Shaking his head, he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your fingertips and palm once again. Then, his nose nuzzled your hand before leaving one last kiss on your wrist. “I’ll prepare you.” That only made your cheeks burn brighter, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he settled your hand back on his body before he hovered you again, lifting your shirt enough to expose your underwear. He noticed the wet spot that already formed and bit back a groan of desperation. He lifted your knees and left a path down your thighs, nibbling and swiping his tongue the closer he got to your heat. 

Your heart picked up its speed as you watched him. Your hands left his body and found their way clutching onto the hem of his shirt that you still had on your body. “Reiner…” you breathed, almost trembling in anticipation.

He brushed his fingers along your clothed cunt, earning another lewd sound from you before he rubbed against your clit. You squirmed and tightened your grip around the shirt, biting your inner lip as you closed your eyes to collect yourself. It had been so long since you indulged in such pleasures, almost not remembering the last time you were intimate with someone. You were too lost in your clouded thoughts to even notice the material covering you being soaked by his mouth. You snapped out of it the second his tongue pressed against your panties and teased you. His teeth tugged on it, pulling it back before letting it snap into place as you gasped. 

A small snicker left Reiner as he reached up and tugged the piece off of your hips in one fluid motion. Your breathing quickened as you felt your sex now completely exposed, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment until you felt his mouth back where it had been. His tongue swiped up your aching cunt, swirling your sensitive nub before repeating the movement. You bit on your thumb as you looked down at him, the way he seemed as if he were eating the finest ice cream. It made your insides twist as your chest heaved. He teased your entrance along the way, savoring the taste of you and the sounds that left your parted lips. Bringing his fingers towards your entrance, your hands flung to the bedsheets. 

He started off slowly, gently curling and feeling around with one finger—then two. You took in heavy breaths as he thrusted in and out, at a steady pace, understanding your body and what made you feel good. Then, before you knew it, he was knuckles deep. Pumping them, finding what exactly sent you over the edge. One of your hands reached over to cover your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut, your other tugging on his blond locks as his lips sucked at you clit. 

“R— Reiner… I— I—“ you couldn’t speak, eyes squeezing shut once again. You wouldn’t last, you definitely weren’t, not when it had been so long. Not when his fingers were so fucking thick and felt so good. Your knees tried pressing together but he prevented you from doing so, pumping faster, searching for what would send you over the edge. And when he did, you came with a sound only his ears would ever get to listen to. He smiled when he tasted your climax on his tongue, lapping your juices before pulling his fingers out. 

A small whine left your lips, desperate and needy to fill the void with his cock. Reiner couldn’t fight the grin off of his lips, sitting up and leaning in to kiss you, letting you savor your own taste before he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He lowered his sweats just enough, your eyes peeking open and an involuntary gasp leaving you at the size of him. The thickness was just enough to terrify you, and your worried eyes were enough to have Reiner kiss at your face. “It’s fine,” he whispered in your ear as you shivered. “You’ll be fine.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. You hoped he was right. As much as you wanted to be ripped in half by him, you didn’t literally want to. 

Watching him slip the condom on, he reached for your hips and slotted himself within your legs. “You sure?” He asked as you slowly nodded. “I’ll be gentle unless you ask for more.” You nodded once again. 

And then he was pushing into you, slowly. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, adjusting to his size as he sunk into you, inch by inch stopping for any sign from you to keep going before he bottomed out. A shaky breath left your lips before you opened your eyes. You nodded, hands gripping his forearms and tapping them, motioning for him to start moving. 

He started with slow thrusts, pulling and pushing, just enough to get the rhythm going. Then he pulled and pushed further, picking up his momentum as strangled moans and cries left your lips. Reiner watched you unravel beneath him as he gripped your hips, legs spreading further apart to feel more. 

“Faster—“ you choked out. Reiner didn't need you to tell him twice. He picked up his pace, going faster and faster the more you begged for it, until skin was slapping. Until his headboard was banging against his wall. Until your moans turned into cries. Cries turning into chants of his name, begging him to go faster and harder. Faster and faster and faster . You were begging, pleading, eyes welling with desperate tears before he lifted your legs from under your knees and nearly pressed them against your chest, reaching deeper. 

“I’m c-- I’m gonna-- Rei--!” Your voice got cut off by your own cry as you chased your high, felt your body trembling and the ache of your incoming release. 

Reiner groaned at the way you clenched around him, thrusting faster and faster until you came all over him and milked him from all his worth. He rode it out, hips bucking a few more times before he nearly collapsed against you. A thin layer of sweat covering the two of you as you panted into each other's mouths while trying to share a lazy kiss. 

Pulling out and removing the condom, he tied and tossed it into the bin next to his bed before he fell against you. His weight nearly suffocated you, but it felt so good. His body heat, the warmth radiating onto you. You wanted to stay Like this, you didn’t want to leave, never wanted him to get off… but eventually he did. He cleaned either of you before he rested beside you, a hand slipping underneath the shirt that you managed to keep on. 

“Tell me you don’t regret it…” he whispered as he gazed at you with hooded eyes. You lied there on your back, still trying to catch your breath and collect yourself. 

“I don’t,” you breathed with a smile, turning your head and reaching over to run your fingers over his cheek bone, then down his jaw, over his goatee and soft lips. He kissed your finger before he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. Your legs tangling with his as you nuzzled his chest.  In a matter of moments, the two of you were fast asleep. 

You woke up aching, a heavy weight on your hips as your eyes peeked open. You gently pushed back, eyeing a sleeping Reiner. Your body shivered as your bodies rested above the sheets. You frowned, sitting up carefully. 

“Don’t leave…” he mumbled, you looking over and seeing his eyes open. 

Reaching over, you caressed the side of his face, “I’m not… I’m just cold.”

“Oh…” he sighed in relief before sitting up and pulling the sheets from underneath either of you and bringing them over. He kept his arm lifted, waiting for you to curl back into his chest. You did so without hesitation, except this time, you turned so that your back was against his chest. You sighed in content and felt him nuzzle your hair, leaving a small kiss against your shoulder before the two of you fell asleep again. 

“Mind telling me if you two are a thing now?” Hitch asked you as the two of you sat at a bench out in the open courtyard. Classes had ended and you were on break, spending the day with Hitch as you went to the mall for a few hours. “It’s been a few weeks since this glow took over you and you’re back to flirting with him out in the open…”

Smiling you nodded. The following morning after your first time together, Reiner took you to breakfast—as promised—and claimed it was your first date. He also said it was the perfect time to ask you to be his girlfriend, though you begged to differ. “Yeah… though we are keeping the PDA to a minimum.”

“For now. I’m sure you two will become like Eren and Mikasa… or worse,” she snickered as you blushed. It wasn’t like you didn’t do anything in public, you did, just not around everyone. It was usually when you two were alone… though, one time, you couldn’t help but ride him in the locker room of the stadium when you were feeling extra turned on by the sight of him training and sweating. 

“Who knows,” you shrugged before your phone vibrated. You looked down and saw it was a text from Mikasa in regards to meeting up with the band. “I gotta get going, band things going on.”

“Band things,” the peridot eyed woman laughed. “Is that code for Reiner?”

“No!” You laughed. “Though, he usually is there when he’s got down time, the group doesn’t mind…”

“Poor Armin,” Hitch shook her head. “Annie seriously needs to get in on that.”

Shaking your head, you gave her a hug goodbye before leaving her sight. Your band was in the midst of putting together your official first EP. Reworking old songs, writing new ones, (trying to) narrowing it down to your top five. Reiner was your extra set of ears to help with decisions on what was better or which song was stronger. Eren claimed he was only there just to be with you, teasing the blond about how he was only invited because you couldn’t get enough of his attention. You usually brushed Eren off, even if he was right… sometimes . 

Now sitting in the living room of Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you were on the L portion of their living room couch with Reiner resting in between your legs. You spent a few hours discussing and writing more, managing to play a few new songs before calling it a day and deciding to hangout for a bit longer. You were in your own world with Reiner, kissing his cheek and showing him your journal of songs you’ve written, claiming you lost count of how many you’ve filled out as he flipped through it. Eren was in the middle of playing on Armin’s PS5 with him while Mikasa was on the phone with Levi discussing how the band was now down to your top 15 and would work from there. 

“So… you’ve got songs about me?” Reiner asked and you scoffed. 

“As if—“

“She does,” Eren and Armin spoke in unison as they kept their eyes glued to the screen. 

“Okay, maybe a few…” you confessed. “Not all love songs are mine! Some are Mikasa’s about Eren or the reverse… and some are Armin’s!” You exclaimed as Reiner chuckled. 

“It’s fine, babe,” he patted your knee. “I love everything you create.”

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his short strands of blond hair before resting your chin on his head and pointed at one of the songs in the journal. “That one is about you,” you confessed. “I wrote it that week you were avoiding me,” you lowly said. Reiner squeezed your knee, as if in an apology, but you dismissed it. “We haven’t performed it.”

“It’s called… I Love You,” he read out and you nodded. 

“Because I do,” you softly smiled down at him as he tilted his head back enough to look at you. 

His cheeks burned but he grinned, “I love you, too.”

Leaning in, you kissed him as Eren sighed, “is this how you guys feel about me and Mikasa?”

“Pretty much,” you, Reiner and Armin all said in unison before you went back to kissing your boyfriend. 

“I guess that’s fair,” Eren sighed, eyeing the two of you before looking back at the TV. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Chuckling, you looked over at your best friend, “thanks.” At that, you looked back down at a grinning Reiner, caressing and tracing his face. “I’m glad I listened.”

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[part two of a series]

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after a bit of teasing about your apparent ‘crush’ on eren on your friend’s part, you and “the homegirls” finally make it to the paradis concert.

after the show, the six of you head backstage to receive your v.i.p treatment and instead you get eren’s attention, which—as you’ll find out, is more weight than you can bear

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it was all fun and games until you actually got there

you felt out of place

to be fair, you came for the networking opportunity and that super attractive guitarist, so it’d be unfair to compare you to a fan.

but still, you felt wrong being there—like you took the spot from someone more deserving than yourself.

the pestering flavor of coffee sat heavy on the back of your tongue as you looked amongst the mingling fans—all the faces reduced to featureless paint smears in the darkness.

surprisingly, none of your friends were speaking, at least not too loud—even sasha, which was frightening.

and so, you were forced into what was, practically eavesdropping on fans; all of which were in varying degrees of fandom

“that album—oh my fucking god—they ate”

“—devoured!”

another conversation.

“i’m gonna fucking cry—“

“—jenna, if you cry—we’re going home”

and another.

“eren is so hot—one chance, please”

you chuckled a bit hearing that, because shit—this person is just like you for saying that

but you quirked a brow at what their friend said in response, “well, you know what they been saying about him, you might be—“

another voice, “—don’t even give her false hope—bitch, this isn’t wattpad”

the trio laughs but you’d already stopped paying attention at that point

what have they been saying about eren?

might be what?

from the undertone of the conversation, and the person begging for ‘one chance’ with him, you’d guess that the rumors were alluding to eren being something of a playboy

you sighed; you’re not surprised—he’s young, he’s pretty, and he’s in a band—of course he’s a fuckboy

“you okay—?“

“—oh! miki. . .” your shoulders tense as mikasa’s sultry voice funneled into your ears

you did eventually realize that it was her, and calmed down some; you blinked, finally answering her question, “yeah. . .yeah! i’m alright! i just—i don’t know, i’ve just never really been to a concert, i guess”

“oh, i know how you feel, but you’ll have fun. and if you need some—“ “—let’s fucking go!” before mikasa could finish, the stage lights flicked on, and the boys came on stage all at once

thankfully, you’d done some research on paradis while waiting for the girls in the parking lot—all that fussing, and you were still there first—so you recognized all of the guys and their respective positions

connie, the one coming with so much energy was the drummer—“are you ready, [h/t]?!” he continued, rousing all kinds of ‘yeahs’ from the audience

“then make some fucking noise” another screamed, an attractive fry to his voice

jean : bassist and sub-vocalist—he was pretty fucking popular, too. the sea of fans responded with screeches, some of which consisted of obscene ‘daddy’s’ and ‘fuck me’s’ shouted into the void

these motherfuckers are insane.

seriously, you’d think some kpop group was on the stage right now.

armin, the lead vocalist pouts, “you guys sound bored, c’mon”

you scan the stage, and that’s the moment that man appears, out of nowhere.

eren, the guitarist—though he needs no introduction; he’s the most popular member, for fuck’s sake

he saunters toward the front of the stage, single-handedly causing an uproar in the audience—and why would he not—let’s not kid ourselves here; this man looks fucking good.

waves of brown hair cascading freely down his shoulders, green eyes tinted through the shades he decided to wear inside—but he’s hot so it’s okay

he was shirtless, leading all the attention to his lean—i mean, neckless—of course, the key neckless which he always wore, according to the website you were staring at in your car twenty minutes ago

whether it had sentimental value or he just thought it looked cool, you might not ever know, but it was still eye catching nonetheless

draws attention to that abdomen of his. . .

fuck.

but wait, there’s more; the pants—those fucking leather pants, the light was doing a great job at making it known just how. . .excited he was before getting on stage

either that or, he was just that impressive

after all that time you spent utterly eye-fucking this man, he finally opens his mouth

shit

“if you want us to give it to you, you’re gonna fucking scream, alright?”

sultry, deep, husky—it brought you back to your old boy band days—you’re ashamed to admit that you already started imagining him whispering things to you, dirty things

“one more try” he continues, “make some motherfucking noise!”

he said ‘noise’, and the fans delivered.

all you could hear was noise.

your feelings of isolation only got worse when the music started—if you could even call it that—you could only hear the bass as it boomed from the super-sized speakers above; the only thing cutting through it all was armin’s voice, with occasional harmonies from eren and jean

they sounded nice, but god was everything so fucking loud

you looked over to find everyone having a good time, but you

sasha and historia were screaming the lyrics—regardless of the fact that sasha did not know a single one—and jumping up and down, with mikasa and ymir standing protectively behind them to ensure their safety

they were bobbing their heads to the beat, too. hell, even annie seemed to be enjoying herself; nodding her head and mouthing the words to the chorus

it wasn’t until mikasa hurriedly handed you the earplugs she had forgotten to give you that you saw what all the fuss was about.

there’s nothing for you to say except. . .

you get it, now

you felt like middle schooler, screaming in the audience—it was fun—they’d only performed a few songs, it felt like, before armin looked at the audience with a pitiful smile, “alright, so for this last song—“ the crowd, including you, responded with childish whines

“you guys always do this—“ armin shakes his head with a laugh, to which jean smiled, “yeah, shit’s gotta end eventually”

the whining subsided, and armin continued, “so for this last song, we wanted you guys to sing. . .” the chords to an unknown—to you at least—track began to play

there was a nervous tension in the air, “eren, start ‘em off!”

eren smirks, jade eyes focused on his instrument as he played the audience in, “there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to my self, there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

you paused, you’ve heard this song before.

never wanted to dance—that’s it’s name—you’d heard it on historia’s playlist while sleeping over at her and ymir’s place.

“there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

“—never wanted to dance with nobody—“ a few voices started to sing, but quickly died down upon realizing how alone they were

the guys of paradis are reduced to nothing but disappointed groans and looks,“oh come on! you were just screaming loud as fuck—could barely hear ourselves” connie chided, so upsets it seems, that he almost fell off his chair

“scream!” jean and armin encouraged, and eren continued with their sentiment, “we don’t give a fuck if you think you sound bad—just give us everything you got, alright?”

they start over, and at first it seems the result will be the same until a voice from the audience starts screaming the lyrics

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you—!”

you knew that voice anywhere.

historia.

“fuck yeah, go crazy!” connie praised, gearing up to play his part

historia’s shrill voice lands all eyes on her but she clearly didn’t give a fuck, she was screaming;

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you wouldn’t take no for an answer—you fucking bitch!” it was so strange hearing historia swear, but your ‘homegirls’ seemed cool with it and she was jamming so you smiled at her

“never wanted to dance, with nobody but you—!“ sasha joined, jumping up and down like a child.

gotta love the enthusiasm.

it wasn’t long before the entire venue was alive, all screaming the same lyrics to the same song

it was electric.

you forgot what you were originally there for, not remembering until the six of you were in the bathroom, freshening up

“did you have fun?” mikasa combed her fingers through her hair, glancing at all of you through the mirror,

“are you kidding?” historia laughed, “i’m ecstatic about it!”

“life-changing!” sasha giggled, almost as if she was loopy, and ymir nodded, “it was pretty fun”

“not bad” that’s annie for: i had fun

“that’s better. . .” you let out a sigh as you stared at yourself in the mirror

all the excitement left you with a youthful glow, but the screaming left you looking like you hadn’t slept in five years

if you’re gonna be meeting eren and agency representatives, you’re gonna need to look decent

it wasn’t long after you chugged a bunch of water, and fixed your appearance, that sasha was already dragging you towards the door

“okay! let’s go backstage—i can smell the food from here!”

“why are you always hungry?”

as soon as you walked into the room, reps were already flooding mikasa; it wasn’t long before they turned their attention to you

your friends left you alone to converse with them, and you’d scheduled a couple castings before skipping up to your friends—who was talking to the band—holy shit, they’re looking at you.

deadass, they all just stopped whatever they were doing and looked at you—maybe it was because you so hard to ignore when you were literally beaming

“hi! i’m [y/n]! i’m friends with them!”

“oh, hey!” they all greeted, “nice to meet you”

all of you moved the ensuing conversation to a seating area in the corner.

seeing as there was no room left on the couch your friends decided to sit on, you plopped yourself down on the loveseat across from them

you started cursing yourself out the moment eren slid into the empty seat beside you—because of course he did

your heart was slamming against your rib cage, meanwhile, eren was chilling. your best effort to combat this was just pretending he didn’t exist

you looked around you.

it was crazy; they were just like the movies, so cool and laid back—or maybe it’s the drugs, you thought, cutting your eyes to eren, who was shamelessly rolling up on the glass table—already reminded of his existence

he glanced up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “you smoke?”

“no—no, i don’t. but thank you” you clear your throat and force a chuckle.

“sure, princess” the nickname flowed from his lips so effortlessly; he already moved on, but you were still shocked about it.

your body was tense, but armin smiled at you sweetly as asked you a question, “you’re the same age as miki, right?”

you smiled upon hearing the nickname come from him

they must’ve been friends before, too

seemingly interested, connie asked follow-up questions, leaning his body towards you, “you in college? what’s your major?”

you nodded feverishly, telling them your major with a proud smile; they smiled back.

“got a partner?”

you could feel his burning gaze on you, and everyone who was once talking stopped to look at the brunette

his bandmates looked quite dissatisfied with him

mikasa’s weighty gaze burdened him, but eren didn’t seem to notice.

she sighed, and turned to you with a softer glance, “[n/n], you can come sit by me, if—“

“—no need to be like that” eren chuckled, lighting the blunt resting between his lips, “she’s hot, i’m not allowed to think that?”

jean crosses his arms, “yeah, but you don’t need to eye-fuck her, man”

“sorry,” he looked at you, “i’d say he’s not normally like this but. . .”

resting his arms behind you, eren leans back; you made the mistake of looking at him—of course, what you find is him staring back at you with those damn eyes of his

“. . .just returning the favor”

you tried to hide it, but you couldn’t deny how your body became rigid after he said that to you

did he really see that? that is so embarrassing—fuck

it was only worsened when you tried to explain yourself, only coming out as stammers

“i—i wasn’t—“

“—you never answered my question” you were humiliated, like a small girl underneath his gaze.

you cast your eyes down to your lap, “no. i don’t have one—a partner”

“good.” he leans towards you, shoulders touching yours; his breath was fanning against the shell of your ears

the leather beneath him made noise as he moved his hands; his calloused fingers graze the back of your neck and you shivered at this.

“so is it cool if i—“

“—pause.” ymir stood up, the sudden action gaining everyone’s attention

she walks toward you, and you seriously thought they were about to start boxing, “thanks for the hospitality.” thankfully, she just grabbed you—yanking you to your feet with a wild amount of force.

“but we’re leaving.”

tags!

@butterfly-skinnylegend

@y-yinyang

#black reader #anime #fanfic #attack on titan #attack on titan eren #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #eren x reader #aot smau #eren jaeger #aot x reader #text fic

[milkyfederation]

The influence of new styles and instruments from other planets has changed the music scene a lot. It also has given corporations new markets to profit from, and art to ruin. So not everything is new.

But one style is challenging that. In deep space, no other music genre is more loved than SPUNK. With the influence of space music, the groove of funk, and the sheer emotion and rebellion of punk, this musical genre refuses to be tamed by big labels and commercial music.

And no other Spunk band is more legendary than the Raging Machines.

Formed by five artificial beings, they channel their rage against the system and the Milky Federation through music.

They release no music, no one knows when or where they will show up to play a gig, or break the law. They just do, and you should count yourself lucky to have been there (before the police come to try and arrest them).

- Their singer, Chris, was the illegal stunt double of a famous actor, until he freed himself and went to space to form the band. He can freely change his singing voice.

- The guitarist, K, was a woman who got robocopped. She's an undead artificial being cursed by the memories of her former self. No one's guitar conveys more rage or sorrow than hers.

- The keytarist, Armin, was an assembly line worker, until they punched their supervisor, they're the wild card of the band. Their keytar can sound like any known instrument in the MF.

- The drummer, Cesco, was a logic R&droid who got fired from academia for his political views and activity. His drumming is so incredibly precise it sounds like it's made digitally.

- The bassist, Brown Martha, was part of an experiment that gave higher intelligence to animals. She has the instincts of a brown bear and the intellect of a not-that-smart human. With her strength, it is impossible for their songs not to be bass boosted.

#science fiction #character design #original character #punk #punk rock #punk band #robot #robot oc #robot art #robots #android #milkyfederation

[kusaka6e]

BOYS IN THE BAND

(aot ver) | mha ver | fairy tail ver

band!au

various aot x fem!reader

headcannons about aot men as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

includes: eren, armin, jean, connie

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eren, the lead singer ;

we all know this mf had to be front and center LMFAOO

i think he also knows how to play piano but he doesn’t do it often, so whenever he posts a video of him doing it fans lose their SHIT

he loves playing for you, will def learn your favorite songs to surprise you with them

brought you out on stage to sing you something he wrote when he asked you to be his gf

seeing you front row at shows will make him put on one of the best concerts of his life

he is so mean to anyone hating on you LMAOO ‘if you can’t respect my girl than you’re obviously not a real fan asshole, delete all our music from your library’

loves when you come to shows but also understands that you have work and stuff to tend to; he sends you so many pics and videos during soundchecks to talk to you and feel like you’re actually there :(

if you surprise him at a show he’d probably cry his eyes out and make you swear to never speak of it “i just had sweat in my eyes from performing, i wasn’t crying!”

definitely wears your name around his neck at all times

corny mf definitely kisses you through the phone when he’s far away, like okay soulja boy

gets exclusive/one of one merch made for you all the time

connie, the drummer

there could not be a more fitting person to play the drums

is SO proud to have you, literally everyone knows you’re his like it or not

honestly probably has to your name or initial tattooed somewhere if you’re down with that

constantly posting you on all his socials, especially when he’s doing shows far away

definitely brings you to rehearsal and band meetings to sit on his lap while he plays

(not) jokingly refers to you as his wife all the time

like if the boys wanna go out to a club or something after a show he’s all “nah i don’t think the wife would like that, you guys go on ahead” and it’s not even that you’re insecure, he just wants to stay in and nap with you LMFAOOO

definitely has said “quit your job and come on tour with us, i’ll take care of everything else” and he’s not kidding

he just wants to have you around as often as he can :( he means it when he says everything is better with you present for it

would literally rather die than be away on your birthday/anniversary

he will look their manager in the face and say “well i guess you’ll have to find a new drummer for that show” LMAOOO like sir this is your career ???

he absolutely bought a build-a-bear with some goofy ass voice message in it for you and put it in one of the bands’ t-shirts, he now refers to the bear as you two’s child

jean, the guitarist ;

he soft-launched you two’s relationship and it caused HAVOC after

i don’t think jean hides the fact that he’s very much a hopeless romantic, so him constantly turning down advances from fans and people in general was odd

until

he posted a picture of you two holding hands across the table at a fancy restaurant, the promise ring he’d given you that night glinting against the flash of the picture being taken, probably captioned something simple like “my love <3”

he tries to protect you from the negatives that come from his lifestyle and sometimes that means supporting him from afar :(

don’t get it twisted, he loves when you come to shows but the idea of a fan or someone attacking you literally keeps him up at night sometimes, he’d never forgive himself if that happened

when you do come to shows in person he makes sure they have extra security everywhere that night, and he insists that you’re backstage to a.) have the best view of the show and b.) have you in the safest place possible

writes you love letters and sends them with little souvenirs/care packages all the time

loves sending you obnoxiously large flower arrangements

he’ll facetime you when he gets the notification that they got delivered so he can see your reaction in real time :((

everytime he gets a new guitar he has you write your name on it before he ever uses it, he swears it’s for good luck

armin, the bassist ;

okay listen here me out on this one

imagine the whole crowd losing their shit over eren or jean stealing the show and showing off, and armin just steadily playing the bassline, looking up and finding you in the crowd to wink at you

i just- something about him playing the bass sits so right with me

kinda likes being able to throw most of the fans’ attention to the other band members, doesn’t always do so well with people

all the fans know you’re dating him and absolutely love you two together

the boys get SO protective if someone has anything negative to say, eren and connie have already snapped on them before armin has even looked their way

you two are definitely the band’s parents

like if the boys are getting rowdy armin can literally say “if you guys don’t stop i’m gonna tell (y/n)” and suddenly they’re perfect angels LMFAOO

he 100% cried when you got a little bass guitar tattooed

even though you guys obviously call/text when he’s away, i think he likes to send you postcards from some of the cities they’re touring to with cute little lovenotes on them

i think he gets so wrapped up in trying to make sure everyone else is prepared for shows (and keeping eren’s wild ass out of trouble LMFAO) that he needs reminders to take care of himself too :( the boys love when you travel with them because they finally get to see armin loosen up and relax because you’re there

#aot #aot headcanons #band au #aot band au #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #eren x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #armin x reader

[marchiveeee]

Headcanon: HSL boys and their alternative jobs

Lately I've been thinking about my future and what I want for my life, but I started to get super overwhelmed, so I decided to put the boys in my place instead and think about alternative jobs for them.

Armin

Honestly, I think game developer is a profession that suits him very well and I can't picture him doing something else. 

But if I had to choose, I'd say maybe a website developer…

or someone that works with IT services.

Castiel

Same for him, he was born to be on stage and I don't even have other options for him. 

Maybe instead of being a vocalist and a guitarist, he could have chosen to be "only" a guitarist. 

A long time ago, I saw someone saying he could have been a vet, but honestly… I don't agree with them. 

I also don't know if Cas would choose to be a music teacher, but if that was the case he would be that teacher everyone likes and that's (not so secretly) crushed by half of the school.

Kentin

Kentin, on the other hand, I can definitely see him choosing to be a vet. 

I already have a headcanon about an alternative job for Ken and I said it would be really amazing to see him as a wildlife photographer. 

I think the idea of him being an influencer is very interesting, mostly if his content is about traveling and animals.

OH MY GOD I WAS FINISHING WRITING ABOUT NATH AND SUDDENLY IT CAME TO MY MIND: A PERSONAL TRAINER I'd be the most fitness person ever if I had him as my personal trainer, it would be over for y'all!!!!!

Lys

He's a farmer right? He could be a gardener maybe? 

To be honest I can't see him as a singer, but if that was his choice I picture him as those low profile artists that disappear for months/years and then make a comeback that blows everyone's mind, you know?

Poetry writer or just a writer in general is also very much like him.

Nathaniel

I'm not gonna lie…. I think his canon job makes him even more hot 🥵

For him… idk the first thing that came was a literature teacher, but idk… I don't think he'd like to be around teenagers everyday. 

So yeah, I honestly don't know. What are your opinions about him?

Maybe a Calvin Klein model Kkkkkkkkkkk I'm joking but he surely has the potential 

I've been a bit down lately, so pardon me if that sucks. I had this idea last night when I couldn't sleep.

Love you, guys. I hope you have/are having a good day <3

#mcl #amor doce #my candy love #corazon de melon #amour sucre #mcl headcanon #armin mcl #mcl armin #mcl kentin #mcl high school life #cdm castiel #castiel cdm #castiel amor doce #my candy love nathaniel #mcl nath #mcl nathaniel #amor doce lysandre #mcl lysandre #cdm lysandro #my candy love lysander #kentin mcl #amor doce kentin #amor doce armin #armin cdm

[sailorspica]

reijean hitchannie college band AU headcanons that may not lead to fic form but i feel strongly about because i did undergrad at a huge university with a prestigious music school where everyone was depressed + i've been giffing kids on the slope (2012) w reiner's seiyuu + the given akihiko/haruki reijean agenda:

all the warriors grew up playing classical music w/ varying degrees of parental pressure, for example mr leonhart is a violinist and annie's first and forever teacher so maybe she maims him here too (he's like jk simmons in whiplash); karina is into classical music as a status symbol

by contrast hitch and jean know how to have fun. hitch learned everything from youtube, jean's mom let him quit piano lessons as a kid so he came back to it on his own when he realized it was cool/thought it could get him girls (it doesn't) (inspo: nick cave)

annie (lead/rhythm guitar), hitch (vocals/rhythm guitar/octave pedal "bass"), jean (vocals/keys/bass), reiner (drums). reiner would do bass if he had sukuna arms

reijean meet in intro to audio engineering which counts as a science class for some reason, form the band after roping annie into their final recording project; annie's an undeclared part-time student who mostly works

first they try marco as rhythm guitarist but he is too jazzy and cannot wrap his mind around rock tone, annie is furious (low stakes version of trost; sounds derogatory but marco just looks like a jazz guy)

hitch is a business major who thinks music is a hobby, kinda yasu from nana energy. annie recruits her after overhearing her teaching/berating marlowe before he absolutely bombs an open mic night

hitch is an acoustic girlie (dark ukulele past) but annie and jean take her shopping and she picks a danelectro stock '59

annie plays a jaguar bc of her short fingers, she's some combo of lindsey jordan / luna li but also j mascis

reiner's favorite drummer is karen carpenter, deadass

hitch is the least disciplined which equal turns teaches them to relax but incites rage, annie and jean lock her in a room w reiner bc this bitch cannot count

everyone sings but especially hitch and jean, the vibe is michelle zauner and craig hendrix; i think they hype up the other two who are very self conscious

main songwriters are annie and jean, jean finds jazzy chords that hitch hates

annie was concertmaster of her arts magnet high school orchestra until mikasa showed up and the worst part is violin is mikasa's like, tertiary instrument; now they are ex-gf roommates

opera singer mikasa ruins lives, she is kissing kissing mezzo historia in boy drag (inverse girl armin) in uhhh idk la clemenza di tito

ymir is probably a drummer in a nu riot grrrl band, root of her frenemyship with reiner, also i think she's trying to steal annie and/or hitch

reiner is a cello performance major who became interested in rock percussion after hooking up w eren; eren's taste is incredibly lame, he likes like, dave grohl

eren and mikasa both did piano lessons as kids and she forces him to be her accompanist most of the time, but he and jean tag in and out ever since eren gave himself gamer's carpal tunnel before mikasa's first jury freshman year

jean is Not a music major but he makes money as music majors' accompanist; he could be studio art? or something "reasonable" (a la the MPs, business school hitch), like cybersecurity

annie and marcel = violin, pieck and bertie = viola, reiner and porco = cello

bertolt is living studio ghibli whisper of the heart in italy

for the first half of undergrad reiner lived with marcel in place of porco bc that little shit felt smothered by the galliards bUyINg a whole apartment for their boys, but when marcel graduated pocco moved in and uhhhhh evicted reiner, who thought he had saved enough to make it on his own by living rent free but uhhhhh karina stole it

uhhh pieck looks like my first gay crush (a violist opera singer) so let's say she's studying abroad

point is, reiner is isolated through no one's direct fault, really, besides pock; annie is his closest friend in town and she's such a tsundere about it. he lived on her and mikasa's couch for a week but will never return because it was too awkward even for his broke ass

#my aot fanfiction is: post-rumbling political criticism and/or pushing my hobbies onto blorbos #anyway #☽ music au #hitchannie #reijean #☽writing

[rissouu]

MASTERLIST

JUJUSTU KAISEN.

random texts w sukuna (sukuna) + suggestive

can you be my mommy (toji) + sfw

tat my name on you so ik it’s real (sukuna) + sfw

trying on bikini’s (choso) + sfw

pissing toji off in public (toji) + nsfw

you may have put him on to bryson tiller (sukuna) + sfw

AOT.

plug!eren (eren) + sfw

plug!connie (connie) + nsfw

plug!eren watching a baby (eren) + sfw

im all you need (eren) + nsfw

texts w plug!connie (connie) + sfw

texts w plug!eren (eren) + sfw

sugardaddy!armin being clingy (armin) + sfw

you took off his chain (onyankopon) + sfw

texts w plug!ony (onyankopon) + sfw

thinkin’ bout wifin’ you (jean) + nsfw

guitarist!armin (armin) + suggestive

plug!eren fucking you to his fav song (eren) + nsfw

ears pierced (connie) + sfw

stalker ex bf! connie (connie) + dark

MIXED.

when you ignore them for too long (text) + sfw

types of nails they like (texts) + suggestive

©rissouu 2024 more coming soon!

#masterlist #jjk smut #aot smut #chubby reader #black reader #aot x black reader #jjk x black reader #aot x chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader #armin smut #eren smut #connie smut #gojo smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #toji fluff #megumi fluff #aot x reader #jjk x reader

[simphellscape]

losing all of it // our fans // next | tw: cursing

“Uh… hello?”

“(Y/N)! Hi! I’m here with Mikasa, Jean, and Connie, Cannibal’s new guitarist.”

Everyone greets you all at once, happily mumbling over one another.

It seemed weird to you that Armin called you in the first place. The last conversation the two of you had didn’t necessarily seem like an invitation for friendship on either end. However, your personal mission to end the controversy surrounding LOVESICK! is at a standstill. Eren has been missing in action for days; he never even read your message. You were hoping Armin could shed some light on the situation. Now, hearing all the voices on the other line, you are filled with a potent anxiety.

“Woah, uh, hey everyone,” you stutter.

“It’s alright, no need to panic, I get that this is a lot,” a reassuring female voice on the other end pipes in.

Mikasa. God, you miss her. With your feelings about Eren on the forefront of your mind, you never stopped to think about how long it had been since you two have spoken. You two had such fun together once upon a time. She didn’t deserve your silence.

“It’s good to hear your voice, Mimi.”

She chuckles at the nickname.

“You too.”

“Anyway,” Armin redirects, “this is actually a business call. A better one than last time, I hope.”

Your stomach drops.

“I’m listening.”

“We just left Eren’s apartment. He’s in really bad shape, and he’s very angry at all of us. So angry that he just quit the band.”

“Wow… that’s tough.”

You don’t quite know what else to say. It’s not undeserved, at least when it comes to Armin, but this puts everyone else in limbo. Knowing how close Mikasa and Eren are, you can’t imagine she’s taking this well.

“We’re not giving up,” Mikasa asserts, “We’re gonna try to win him over.”

“How? Eren isn’t exactly a wishy-washy kinda guy. I’m sure he meant it,” you question.

“You gotta talk to him.”

“And say what exactly?”

Silence. You figured that they may not have thought very far ahead, as all of this sounds pretty fresh.

“I actually have an idea,” a new voice pipes in.

“Oh, great, more plans! We definitely don’t need any of that shit right now, Connie,” Jean grumbles.

“This is actually something I think will work, and to be honest I didn’t even come up with it. Our fans did.”

“Our fans?” you question.

“Yeah, they actually exist. They’re just harder to find because the big accounts are… extremely opinionated.”

“What’ve you got, Connie?” Armin asks, optimism injected back in his voice.

“People are looking at the release date and thinking that it’s on the same day because we have features from each other on the singles. The idea’s gotten some attention, good and bad. But from what Armin said to us earlier, it sounds like we wanna get rid of the people who don’t respect the art. I think this would be a good way to do that, and it would be a good way to squash the beef. And if we do that…”

“Eren might be back in,” you finish.

“If you’re in,” Mikasa affirms, “Eren will be too. We can all tell he cares about you still.”

“Yeah, pretty much all of our songs have been about you since he met you,” Jean adds.

Your chest flutters.

“All of it?”

“I wish I was kidding. Some of them made it on the last album, but the dude is constantly writing sappy lyrics about you. He refuses to write anything else.”

A part of you assumed Armin was exaggerating when he told you the ways in which Eren has dimmed since you two parted ways. You’ve come to expect that from him. Jean, however, has always been straightforward.

It was always easier to hate Eren, knowing that he hated you too. Over the years, it became a shield to hide your pain behind. Very few people know exactly how difficult his leaving was for you. Your discography displays some of that pain, but there are still parts of it that are unknowable to you. All around you are reminders of him, all the time.

It only was a few months of your life, but you’ve known for years that these small, every day pains would stick with you forever. Your reluctance to participate comes from a fear of facing it — a fear of making small pains large again — but it’s being slowly replaced with hope.

You inhale deeply, knowing you could easily come to regret what you’re about to tell them.

“I’m in.”

______________________

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[herrlindemann]

Kerrang! - September 2004

German industrialists Rammstein have revealed that their long-awaited new single tells the story of a real-life German cannibal.

‘Mein Teil’ (‘Mein Tool’), replete with the sextet’s trademark brand of chugging beats and venomously-delivered vocals, centres around the actions of Armin Miewes, the 42-year-old German computer analyst who was charged earlier this year with cannibalising Bernd-Juergen Brandes, a man he met over the internet. The song title refers to the couple’s attempt to fry and eat Brandes’ severed penis. According to guitarist Richard Kruspe-Bernstein, it’s a love song.

« A lot of people went to that guy’s house just to play a game, but when they stopped it from going any further he let them go, » he explains. « Would he really let people go if he was a criminal? Obviously he was sick, but the biggest problem humans have is letting go. The reason why he ate the other guy is because he thought he could keep him for himself. When you’re talking about love, we all have that problem. The basic desire is the same. »

Kerrang! Was given an exclusive sneak peak at the video, which features vocalist Till Lindemann receiving oral sex from a man in angel wings, who he then devours. Other stand-out images include Kruspe-Bernstein locked in a mortal combat with a body-double and drummer Christoph Schneider in drag leading his leashed bandmates through the streets of Berlin on all fours.

« That last shot took a whole day, » laughs Kruspe-Bernstein. « There were cars coming right at us and I almost got hit. It was so funny seeing how Schneider changed while he was dressed up as a woman. It was like he was a different person. We’re not worried about offending, » he continues. « It’s the job of a rock musician to provoke. We don’t sit down and decide to do this kind of thing, but there’s a chemistry in this band that’s dangerous and explosive. It felt natural. »

But as to whether the appearance of Rammstein’s music in a current Mercedes advert could represent an artistic compromise, the guitarist was quick to defend his band’s credibility.

« It wasn’t a big decision, » he admits. « When you’re young you’re against that kind of thing, but then, after a while, you realize that it’s bullshit! That’s the way the world is running. You can choose to be a part of it or choose not to. If you don’t want to, go live in the forest. We love our cars. »

Rammstein are currently putting the finishing touches to the follow-up to 2001’s ‘Mutter’, which is tentatively titles ‘Reise, Reise’.

« The problem with that title is it roughly translates to ‘Trip, Trip’”, muses Kruspe-Bernstein. « We always base our album names on song titles, but I’m not sure if we’re going to use that. It might sound slightly stupid. »

Rammstein’s single ‘Mein Teil’ will be released on September 6, with the album following on September 20 via Universal.

#Rammstein #Richard Kruspe #Till Lindemann #Christoph Schneider #Paul Landers #Flake #Oliver Riedel #2004 #*scans #interview #*

[violetarks]

"stay with me!"

track 18: misunderstanding

Eren makes a point to sit in between Y/N and Mikasa, as if to separate the two of them after Y/N's little Twitter thing last night.

Y/N crosses her leg over her knee as Jean and Armin file in last. Armin sets himself down beside Mikasa, and Jean next to her. He nudges her knee, nodding to cameras set up to grab different angles. A smirk falls on his lips, as if to tell her that yes, people would be watching him. She rolls her eyes, hearing that the interview would be starting now.

She had warned the others about Levi's text, so they felt ready for whatever would be coming. Armin places his hands on his lap as Eren leans his arm against the back of Mikasa's chair.

The podcast owner and host, sitting across from the band, fix his microphone. It had been a while since someone as famous as Paradís had agreed to do an interview with him. The guy was nervous, to say the least, but he needed to give the people what they wanted. As well as meet his idols.

"We're live in five, four, three..." An assistant explains, holding up his fingers as the live stream begins recording.

"Welcome everyone to Open Mic Night, I am your host Navin, and here..." He begins, blinking at the musicians in front of him. He became sheepish, covering his face with his headphones over his ears to hear the rest of them. "My God, I can't believe I'm saying this. I am here with incredibly famous music band, Paradís!"

The people behind the cameras, monitoring, give a round of applause just as Navin is doing. Mikasa smiles softly at that. "Thank you for having us on your show." She says, voice sweet and smooth.

"And all of you, for that matter." Navin jokes, the one camera facing him now following his movements while he leans back in his chair, "I heard that it was quite hard to gather all of you into one place. But when I heard you were staying somewhere in Trost, I jumped at the chance."

Eren chuckles, plying with his necklace, "Well, usually it's just Mikasa, Y/N and I. Jean and Armin do God-knows-what." That earns a roll of eyes from Armin and Jean flipping off the lead guitarist. "No, really it's just that we're the most requested."

"Because people think we're the hottest." Y/N briefly says, offering a wink to Navin, who becomes flustered.

"Because you guys are the most interactive with your fans." Armin claims, raising a brow at her, "I guess people don't favour the back-ups."

Jean gasps, holding his headphones, "Did you call us 'back-up'?"

"Well, they all get solos, but we never do." Armin shrugs his shoulders, "Plus, we can't really do them without becoming tedious. Imagine a 45 second drum solo."

Jean opens his mouth to retort, but stops, sulking back into his seat. Y/N laughs shortly, patting his leg comfortingly.

Navin glances to his screen in front of him. "Well, a lot of the fans seem to think Armin and Jean are very underrated." He claims, seeing a few more thousands join the live now, "There was a poll put up around 12 hours ago, and they think that the next year should be filled with more fan meets with them too."

Jean smirks at that. "I knew it. We're irresistible." He mutters, tilting his head.

Navin changes the subject. "Anyway, how has touring been so far? You're quite a while from home."

"It's been fine, we've all had a lot of fun." Eren replies, nodding his head.

"That's what it looks like." Navin chuckles, gesturing to the screen that they could all see beside them. Eren and Jean immediately dropping their smiles as they see the familiar photo. "You two had a little play-fight a couple days ago, huh?"

"Oh my God..." Y/N chuckles, covering her mouth. Fans had begun clicking the heart sticker. "You guys are idiots."

"You were the one who instigated the fight." Jean scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. A roll of his eyes makes the cameraman pan over to the both of them.

"How was it my fault?" She retorts, tilting her head.

Jean only glares at her, and the smirk on her lips makes it known that she was the one who did start the fight, in actuality.

The live goes on like that for a while. More polls, more fan opinions, something about Eren's short-hair phase at the beginning of the bands creation. He was very embarrassed about that, claiming he looked 12 at that point. To get the heat off of him, he mentioned Armin's long hair that he cut only a year or two ago. Armin had to go to the bathroom after that was said.

"Oh, it's time!" Navin calls, looking back to the time on the screen. The band blinked curiously, looking amongst each other. The host looks to the camera set up by him. "If you're new, then you probably don't know what I'm talking about. It's 'Talkin' Trash Time'!"

He glances back to his guests, who are sitting there awaiting an answer. "Basically, halfway through the show I will bring up different events or heated arguments that fans would like to talk about. Usually, it's the classic 'lyric reveal' and explanation on a song and its meaning." He says to the rest of them.

Mikasa nods her head, seeming a bit excited at the last part. She took pride in her lyrics, so it was nice when someone would ask about them.

A few of the questions did go to Mikasa and Eren. While most of it was about the music they created, a handful was for their relationship. They had sheepishly answered when they got together and how they did. Armin took full responsibility for their relationship, claiming that he got them to go on their first date after years of pining. Jean and Y/N commented on how long it took.

"Y/N, this one is for you." Navin says, pulling open the folded paper he had gotten from the bowl of questions. She sits up, kind of knowing what the question was about now. Navin lets out a small sigh. "The fans are wondering your relationship status after the whole Galliard fiasco. Many groups suspect that you are with Galliard, the drummer from Marley."

"My relationship status?" Y/N repeats, looking taken aback. It was a variation of what she expected. She looked to her friends, who only sent her blank looks. So much for their help. "Well I can safely say that I am not dating Porco."

Navin nods. "So, no Galliard then. Is there anyone you are interested in?"

Back at home, Pieck gathers some drinks. She picks them up and heads back to the living room, where the rest of her bandmates were seated and typing in the name of a YouTube channel. She set down the beverages on the coffee table, sitting in between Reiner and Zeke. Porco sat on the lone seat, drinking from his can as Colt opened some chocolate across the room in his own couch.

"There it is." Reiner called, pointing to the TV, "The first one."

"I can see that, Reiner." Zeke sighed, clicking on the live video. It already had a couple million viewers already and the comment section was rapid, new people talking every second. As it loaded, the band got a view of their 'rivals', seated across from the host with multiple cameras set up to grab as many reactions as possible. "How come we haven't done any podcasts?"

"Because Porco doesn't like microphones being shoved into his face." Colt claims, popping another piece of chocolate into his mouth before offering to Pieck and Reiner. They took some for themselves.

Porco sighs, "And Pieck is the only one people actually like talking to. It's always her and Reiner getting asked to interviews."

"I think that says a lot about the rest of us." Zeke mumbles under his breath, opening his beer. This stupid band-time was pretty much just an excuse for them to miss out on practice. Not that any of them minded.

The livestream began playing and it was obvious what was being talked about. The way Y/N played with her bracelet as Navin talked. Jean looked just as anxious, leaning his chin on his palm with his elbow on the table. Eren glanced to the microphone, pretending to be infatuated with it. The group didn't have much to say on the topic themselves, but the highlight was Y/N.

"Well I can safely say that I am not dating Porco." She says.

Marley goes quiet, now glancing over to the drummer. He held his drink in his hand steadily, staring at the screen. He really didn't know why he froze, it's not like anything she said was untrue, but it sounded...

"I wouldn't be surprised if she said they were."

"Zeke!" Pieck gasped in shock, slapping his shoulder.

"What? You honestly think we could believe that they aren't at least 'seeing each other'?" Zeke asks, crossing his arms and shrugging. Reiner and Colt had only raised their brows, partly agreeing.

Porco huffed back, "We're... not."

"There was a pause." Colt mumbles, tilting his head.

"Fuck your pause."

"Porco, that doesn't make any sense." Pieck sighed, shaking her head.

Their attention turns back to the TV, where Navin asks if Y/N had her eyes set on anyone. Colt had joked, something about what would happen if she said she was interested in Zeke. The bassist rolled his eyes and an amused smirk as Porco let out a small huff. He was so obvious and didn't even know it.

"I am not looking to get into a relationship." Y/N claims, holding up a hand with a shake of her head. Porco watched as she defended herself.

"Fans are saying that you and Armin would be a cute couple." Navin states, bringing up the livestream comments on the screen for everyone to see. The band on the screen turn their heads, eyes widening at the multiple tweets and comments. "One here that has a video clip and the caption 'Armin and Y/N's celebration at the end of tonight's concert was the cutest thing I've ever seen'."

The video plays, a camera turned so that viewers could also see it. Sound was turned down, dim cheering and such from the crowd recorded. It was zoomed in on where Y/N was finishing the song and immediately turned to Armin, who looked just as excited and proud as she did.

As the rest of the band had looked to each other and wiped sweat off themselves, finishing the concert now, Y/N had walked over to Armin and engulfed him in a tight hug. He happily returned it, rubbing her back and whispering to her as he lifted her up a little. The video had finished there.

"That was just a misunderstanding." Porco heard Armin explain, snapping out of his little daze. He cleared his throat, drinking from his can. Armin went on. "The night before, we were all going over our setlist and we found it hard to perfect a section of the song. The two of us were just happy that we got it right, is all."

Y/N nodded her head in confirmation. She drinks from her water glass. "Yeah, and Armin was closest to me. Other videos of the same concert, I hugged Mikasa next, then Eren and Jean."

"No, she slapped the back of my head and then gave me a fist pump." Jean correct, deadpanning.

Reiner watches his high school friends act on screen, they were so professional yet childish. A nice mix.

Navin is satisfied with the answer, scrolling through the comments. "Oh, someone here saying that you and Zeke Jaeger from Marley are in—"

"Nope." Eren answered for Y/N, shaking his head disapprovingly. She shrugged her shoulders, pointing a thumb to him as if to say 'yeah that's right'.

The host chuckles, enjoying the small skits with the group, "Well that's out of the question then. There are some other people that think—"

"Uh, I'm not really trying to date anyone." She hums back, looking to the side.

"Oh, I understand." Navin expresses, giving a sympathetic look, "These fans are just trying to understand you better. They really believe that—"

"Look, she isn't dating Porco or Armin or Zeke." Jean grunts, shoulders lifting at the frustration. He knew that Levi asked them to take care of a situation like this, so he had to do something. Y/N glances at him in a hopeful gaze.

Porco crosses a leg over his knee, trying to pry open a bag of chips. Zeke raises his brow and purses his lips. "Well, isn't he getting protective." He points out.

Reiner sinks into his seat. "Like always."

All eyes return to the TV. Navin raises his brows at the tone. "Is that so?"

"Yes." Jean confirms, tightening his grip around his arms, "Because I'm the one who's dating her."

track 17 | song list | track 19

anime: attack on titan (band! au)

character: porco galliard

summary: y/n, the bassist of the band ‘paradís’, finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt’ with none other than a rival band’s drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley’, doesn’t care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.

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[keratang]

Annie: lead singer

Armin: Bandleader/guitarist

Naruto: drummer

- college band

#armin arlert #annie leonhart #naruto uzumaki #fanart #aruani #art #doodle #naruto #annie #armin #oc

[darlingkirstein]

omg i need to know more about your midsommar au, the prologue was awesome!!! so excited to read more from you ❣

so happy you enjoyed!!!! 🩵🥹

i don’t wanna give too much away, but the basic premise is that mikasa lives in the settlement and ventures into the outside world looking for two things — a mate and potential sacrifices. the cult is largely made up of the families that started from the original team of scientists and their wives, so im sure you recognized some of the last names from the prologue!!! mikasa, reiner, annie, marco, and the reiss siblings all have relatives on that original team (though it wasn’t obvious, historia had a grandmother as part of the final passage ceremony for alaric)!

eren is an aspiring author working on his first novel. all of his friend group are somehow involved in something artistic — jean is a painter/artist, armin is a photographer, and floch is in a (struggling) band as a guitarist. they met during college, and they (as well as mikasa and the rest of the familiar 104 cast) are in their mid-20s!!!

im gonna be making family trees for the major characters because it can get tricky to keep track of who came from who and who’s married and who it all went down!!! i also wanna make moodboards for mikasa and eren’s group.

next chapter will dive into the tragedy that happens to eren’s family and the group’s first contact with mikasa in a bar. @likesunsetorange convinced me to add a bit of a meet cute into a cult fic LOL 🥹🫶

im really happy with the reception for the prologue! it was so fun to explore the original team and everything that led to the cult’s unintentional formation. i intentionally left a big gap between alaric’s revelation and erwin’s childhood so it can be discussed during the fic!!

thank you so much for reading!!!! 📖🤗 :))

#fic writing #darlingkirstein asks #midsommar au #my work

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

"NO DANCE: For the Mein Teil music video, the Rammstein members were interpreting the story about the cannibalism case of Armin Meiwes. «The guy was looking for his future prey on the Internet, and the victim had expressed to Meiwes the desire to be eaten by him. We wanted to address this in the video, which was to contain a dance-related performance», Richard Z. Kruspe told D-Side. The guitarist eventually chose to wrestle 'himself' rather than dance. «Each member of Rammstein had to participate physically in the video, but I don't really have a heightened sensitivity to body expression. It's not something very natural for me. It was hard for me to imagine myself doing a dance, especially on such a subject.»

📷: Frank Lothar Lange @franklotharlange 2004"

...and then almost 20 years later we are here:

and am not sure if this confirms that statement or not 😊

#wir sehen euch #richard kruspe #rammstein