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minx-scribbles · 1 year

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all apologies (part two)

warning: nsfw 18+, suggestive language, drug use, alcohol use

pairing: rock band au! college au! armin arlet x fem!reader

synopsis: Y/N meets the band and enjoys a little pregame with Sasha and Connie. But that blondie keeps looking at you...

tags: tequila...

notes: pregaming losers, we love it. i think the next part will be my absolute favorite. tehe

word count: 2.3k

part one | part two | part three coming soon

The drive to The Rocks seemed like it went by in less than a minute when in reality, the drive was fifteen, plus having to stop at the gas station to get Jean his energy drink. Sasha ushered you in, and you picked out a snack to chew on so you wouldn’t get bored at the bar since it was so early and no one would be there for another hour.

The high was still messing with your brain and you didn’t want the panic to rise while you were in public so you didn’t make any eye contact with the cashier, even though your brain was telling you that they one hundred percent know you are higher than a kite right now. Sasha was pretty good at being a trip-sitter, which is a good thing since you are a lightweight with anything.

Once all four of you arrive in the back parking lot of the bar, you all launch yourselves out of the crowded vehicle. You were excited about the fact that you were going to be seeing a live show, and from what Jean and Connie were saying, they all got special back-stage passes. But you knew that they were being sarcastic.

Connie wraps his arm around you and Sasha’s shoulders while Jean leads the way into the back door. The alleyway was surprisingly clean with only a few weeds peeking out from the foundation of the other buildings. The large black door that read, “Employees Only!” in red sent a warning to solicitors.

Jean opens the door and holds it for the three of you and with the dim lighting. The backroom that you were led into is what you guessed was the breakroom for employees. It was lit up softly with multicolored LED lights and decorated with comfy leather seating that you could literally sink into. There were three different doors with different signs that read, “Stage”, “Dressing Rooms”, and “Exit to Club”. Actually being in the building was giving you butterflies; you were nervous to meet the rest of the group. Will they like me? Will they think I am weird? You felt yourself rubbing your hands together nervously.

Sasha knocks you out of it, “Hey, do you need something to drink.” Her golden gaze looked worrisome, “Connie, I knew you letting her take a hit was going to make her sick.” Her eyes stare daggers into the tall man between you two.

Connie doesn’t respond but does roll his eyes at her and leads the group over to one of the inviting couches. You all plop onto the couch with Connie’s arm still wrapped around the both of you; and to be honest, it was grounding you.

Now that you were seated and not as overwhelmed with the new environment, you could hear some music coming from the door that read “Stage”. You notice Jean was on the phone pacing around the room, chattering to someone about how they are late or something. He sighs as he puts his phone in his pocket, “Well that was Floch and he said he won’t be here for another 40 minutes since he has to do something with his girlfriend.”

You finally had the balls - probably the weed - to ask Jean who this person was, “Who’s this Floch dude?”

Connie speaks up this time with an annoyed look, “He’s a douche that doesn’t care about this band. He always puts his wants before the band’s needs and I’ll give it to him, he’s fucking killer as a DJ and a producer so they can’t really risk losing him at all.”

All you can think about is how can they risk losing him if they go to a university full of talented musicians and artists. Like hell, you’d do it if you knew what the hell all those buttons meant.

Jean continues Connie’s explanation, “Floch is amazing, and we have tried to see what other producers go to MIA but not many have the same vision as us. They like their own things and so do we, and Floch seems to genuinely enjoy our music. That’s the main reason why we haven’t thrown him to the side. Plus, we get more people to come when they see that Floch is the DJ while we play.” Makes sense.

Sasha joins in, “Yea, I mean, if he wouldn’t slack all the time I really feel like he would get somewhere with producing. But he’s always with his numerous girlfriends being a man-whore.” Numerous? Damn.

Jean shrugs and walks over to the stage door, “Whatever, he will only be a couple minutes late so it’s better than most times.” He almost leaves all the way before pushing his head back in, “if you guys wanna come watch, you definitely can.”

That makes you perk up and you look at Connie and Sasha with excited eyes. Connie notices and stands up, taking you with him by the hand, “Sure, let’s go see.” The three of you that were on the couch follow the tall man through the door.

Stepping into a small dark entryway - you assume the wing - that leads two ways, you almost trip from something on the ground. You look down to see long black cords connected to the large machines to your sides leading out to the stage to your right. The left led to backstage. You tried your hardest to not step on any of the big black cords laying everywhere. Jean continues to the right towards the stage.

The dance floor inside the club was massive. Two bars sit on opposite sides of the room with the stage sitting in between them in the back of the building. The stage wasn’t disappointing either. It was huge, big enough to hold all of the scattered band equipment that was littering the floor. The band equipment looked picturesque and it was impressive to see such expensive machines owned by university students. But with how Jean bragged about his band, it seems like a reasonable investment.

The musicians on the stage left you breathless. How come this school has such attractive students? The four of them all notice the group and put down their instruments to greet Jean, Sasha, and Connie.

The tallest one with dark, almost black, brown hair and light brown eyes seems to brighten up when he sees Jean. He softly smiles at Jean as they give each other an intimate hug. After they pull away, you notice that the boy has style. He was wearing a mesh jacket that left the eyes wandering over his exposed tan skin. His black ripped jeans were held up with a black belt with silver accents, with black combat boots to complete the look. He had silver wire bracelets and a chain that laid nicely on his chest. His chest was also painted with multiple freckles, along with his face. Noticing his face, you saw he put on the prettiest shimmering highlight and a smokey eye. Jean’s boyfriend was so beautiful, it made you jealous of him.

The other person who had the perfect smokey eye was a girl that was originally at the microphone at the head of the stage. Her black pixie-cut hair was styled to look like a mess but it looked too good on her. Her pale skin had no blemishes other than a cool scar that illustrates her left cheekbone and pretty dark eyes. Her petite, but jacked, figure was emphasized by the sheer thigh-highs and short lace-decorated skirt. Her tall leather-buckled boots fit perfectly with her leather jacket. Black leather garters hook onto the thigh-highs, making her thighs look even better. She seemed shy but nice, giving you a small smile.

The man who had his arm around her shoulder fit her whole aesthetic. He had a longer leather jacket on, and like Jean’s boyfriend, that left little to the imagination from having no shirt on. His lightly tanned skin was a portrait. Tattoos that were so close together, there seemed to be barely any room for more tattoos. A silver chain dusted his broad chest along with one singular black bracelet and black nail polish to pull it all together. His baggy jeans covered his pointed leather boots. He had multiple ear piercings, including a bar on his right. He also had a cool black septum piercing, making his light green eyes pronounced. He seemed cool, but a little smug. The smirk that he was wearing kind of wanted to make you slap him, but he was too pretty for that.

The last one looked the prettiest to you. With layered blonde hair with brown roots and a matching scruff on his jaw. His bright blue eyes looked shaded, but his pink lips spread to give you a kind, bright smile. He didn’t have any piercing other than a pair of silver diamonds. His pretty pale skin was covered by a tight-fitted black tank top that stretched on his broad shoulders. His loose fitted, worn-out jeans hug low on his narrow hips. His hands had small tattoos with multiple silver and black rings. Black combat boots peek from the hem of the jeans. This man stood out among the other darker-aesthetic people in the room.

Sasha took the liberty of introducing you to all of her friends, “Guys this is Y/N, be nice or I’ll beat the shit out all of you.” Everyone smiles but the tall boy holding onto the pretty girl rolls his eyes. Sasha continues her introductions, “the one that is loving up on Jean is his boyfriend Marco, and that couple is Mikasa and her douchebag boyfriend Eren. This blondie is Armin.”

Everyone crowds around you like you're a new puppy, asking you questions about what your major is and where you originally lived. You don’t mind too much, everyone was just too attractive, oops. “Well I used to live in a smaller sized city, it isn’t too far from here. I realized I wanted to do something bigger with my art so I decided to come here to study.”

Marco asks if you have liked MIA, “So far, I’ve loved it. Seeing all these creative ass people helps me let loose and destress.”

Eren quips, “Plus you will be letting loose in a few minutes when we start playing. Trust, it’ll help, especially since we have the best singers at MIA.” His arm pulls Mikasa in closer and a light pink blush dusts her face. Marco also gives Eren a small smile.

From what you have seen, you wouldn’t doubt it. Their set-up just looked veteran level and their outfits look so effortlessly perfect on the group. The black drum set, although it had the best shine you've ever seen, had white paint splattered on the sides and black lettering with the band name Embers and Stones on the front. The guitars and bass were similar but had different phrases and stickers littered all over them. Even their large speakers in the corners had multiple stickers on them; some of them with memes and some with band names.

Armin speaks up, “Speaking of playing, we should probably start preparing for a crowd. The bar opens in like 20 minutes.” All the members agree and they give their goodbyes to you, Connie, and Sasha. Connie leads the three of you off stage to the bar to start off with the pregaming.

Once at one of the bars with three bartenders who seem to be preparing for a large party, Sasha orders shots, “A round of three tequila shots, please.” The bartender gives a nod and walks away to start cutting limes.

Your stomach churns at the thought of tequila, “Damn Sasha, tequila this early? It’s only like 8:45.” You internally shed a small tear.

Connie and Sasha give each other a look and smirk at you. “Oh, this is just the beginning sweetheart,” Connie says to you while putting his hand on your shoulder. “Sasha and I know how to start a party, and end a party.” He pulls away to grab his phone from his pocket, getting a text.

Sasha nods, “Yea, once it starts it doesn’t end until one of us blacks out.” That was hopefully sarcastic, but we’ll see.

In three minutes of Sasha and you talking about the best types of liquor to take shots of and Connie stressfully texting, the bartender arrives with three blue translucent shot glasses full with salt and lime hanging onto the rim.

Sasha gets so excited that it reminds you of a toddler seeing its favorite toy. But Sasha quickly turns over to Connie and grabs onto his phone, “Stop texting her, she’s obviously still being a bitch and treating you like shit. Let loose man.”

Connie looks at his empty hands and back at Sasha with a mock-shocked look, “Sasha it’s not like that anymore. She’s just… going through it right now.” You just sit there witnessing the confusing argument.

“Since when have you had a night where you weren’t there to comfort her while you were OUT. Like at a PARTY. With your FRIENDS. She doesn’t let you do shit with your friends ever. She just wants you to be obsessed with her 24/7,” Sasha states back while holding out his shot. “Take the shot and I’m holding onto your phone for the night. Hitch can come later.”

Connie looks defeated as he takes the small glass, “Fine but if she goes berserk, that’s not on me.”

Sasha shrugs and puts his phone in her tiny purse that barely holds her necessities. She grabs the remaining two shots and hands one to you, “To a stellar night!”

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geegers22 · 9 days

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Okay hear me out

EMA is a band performing Paper Rings with Armin singing

That’s it

#it just feels like his song #Annie in the audience #blushing like crazy #also eren is definitely on drums #and mikasa sings backup #EMA #armin arlert #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #paper rings #attack on titan #aot #singeki no kyojin #snk #band au

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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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

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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WHAT DOES Y/NS ENGAGEMENT RING LOOK LIKE? bcs yk eren will do the most for his girl fr fr

you know he’s gone get her the most extravagant one he can find. Like you know his girl has to always match his fly so he’d def get babygirl something like this or one of these

#cherry’s asks 🍒#5k q&a 🍒#musician x influencer au #musician eren #eren x black reader #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren jaeger x black reader #aot x black reader #I know he’d drop about ten bands at least on one

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kaiyaki-sano · 1 year

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Lend Me Your Voice(band AU!Eren x fem!reader) pt.2

It’s been so long since I posted anything, and I had this sitting in the archives for a million years.....my bad y’all. Basically, Eren is a douchey frontman of the rock band “Titans”. This will be a 4 part slightly angsty mini-series, with a shameless little self-insert as Eren’s sister in part 2 bc I have no self-control when it comes to Levi~ I hope you enjoy it!!

MINORS DNI!!!!

TW: sinful foul smut in the beginning, Eren is an asshole to reader, very minor character death for backstory purposes, swearing/dirty talk

Part 2!!

part one here ~

Another three weeks on this leg of the tour had gone by, and for some fucking irritating and infuriating reason, Eren Yeager could not get you off of his mind.

Something about how you had looked so heartbroken and genuinely hurt by his words and actions made him feel…..bad. He never felt bad, he prided himself on that shit. But here he was, picturing that kicked puppy look of yours on a sick loop in his brain, making him wonder why the hell he’d been so cruel to you.

It was annoying.

Eren knew that Connie had given you a VIP pass, he knew that you declared the renouncement of your Superfan title, and it shouldn’t have bothered him so much.

Because what the fuck did Connie Springer care for?? It wasn’t like HE was the one you’d gotten onto the bus with, who you were screaming for, who you- Jesus fucking Christ, Eren, knock that shit off.

He found himself being an extra dick to Connie for the rest of the week after that, but he never admitted why, and never will.

But Connie knew, and it gave him the thrill to know that for once, he was the favored member by at least one person. Everyone always went for Eren, Jean, or even Mikasa. He felt like the Kevin Jonas of his own band as if everyone forgot that HE was the one who formed Titans back in high school with Jean, forgot that without him there wouldn't be any of this.

So he was a dick right back.

“What, you mad that I gave a damn about a fan and she appreciated the kindness?! Not all of us just fuck and chuck women, some of us have some damn RESPECT for them!!”

In one of the many screaming matches that ensued after your short hour-and-a-half stay on their bus, Connie had finally called Eren out.

“That’s it, Springer!! How’d ya guess??” Eren laughed bitterly in return, holding solid and steadfast in his ‘I don’t care’ act, “First of all, stay outta my business. Secondly, I couldn’t give less of a fuck if you played nice with another sad little slutty fan who spread their legs to me and found out their pussy wasn’t good enough for me to marry ‘em. If you want my sloppy seconds that badly, I’m sure they’re plenty happy to lower their standards and give it up to you too.”

Connie didn’t say a word, standing there fuming, fists balled up so tightly his pulse radiated through his fingertips. At that moment, the drummer wanted nothing more than to swing his fist into the arrogant jaw in front of him.

Eren’s smirk was wicked, eyes dark and tone cold as Siberian winds, “Y’look like you wanna hit me, Con.”

Two strides of his long legs had him right in Connie’s face, head tilted condescendingly as he leaned down and asserted dominance.

“Do it then. Hit me, I dare you.”

Before he could live his dream, Levi, the ever-exhausted manager of the band, intercepted, shoving them roughly apart with a disapproving steel glare.

“That’s about enough, you god damned idiots. I suggest you get this figured out, whatever absolute bullshit it is this time, and figure it out quickly. Understood?”

Eren laughed even harder, resting a hand on his stomach, “Or what? You gonna get that step stool and punch me yourself?? You already got into my sister’s pants, you don’t need to try and impress her. Ain’t it embarrassing though? Your girl being almost a foot taller than you?” To say that he was on a warpath would be a vast understatement. He was out for blood and needed something or someone(s) to take it out on, to rid himself of the guilt eating him alive and prying open the vaults of his deeper wounds.

That guilt of hurting you so badly, he couldn’t stand it. But he refused to do the right thing as if his pride were at stake.

“You know what I think, Eren?”

The sound of his stupid sister’s voice made him look over, glaring.

“Oh, you can do that now? Miracles can happen, maybe God exists!” He mocked her, rolling his eyes, “Enlighten me.”

“I think you care about her more than you’re willing to admit, and you look fucking stupid. That’s what I think, and so does everyone else.” She said flatly, tired of being a punching bag to her brother just as much as his bandmates and former friends despite knowing the exact reason why; it wasn’t like she didn’t understand, “We didn’t make you such an unfeeling asshole, so stop taking it out on us when you deal with the consequences of your own foul actions.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’re leaving before I beat you half to death.” Levi chimed in, effectively ending the conversation and walking off with his arm around her waist protectively, shooting one last glare to them both as a warning before closing the door of the bus behind him.

Deep down, Eren knew they were right. All of them. But they could never know that.

With a dismissing scoff, he flipped Connie his middle finger before closing himself off in the back bedroom of the bus. The frontman flopped himself onto the bed, stretching his limbs out, reaching under the pillow for the familiar cool touch of the picture frame he kept there, and pulling it out to stare longingly at the photo inside.

“I wish you were here, mom. M’sorry I’m fucking everything up, ah- I mean messing everything up, sorry. I know you hate when I swear around you.” He swallowed thickly as if he were trying to physically consume the hurt, make it just digest like a meal and finally go away, “I think I really ruined everything for myself, my friends hate me, I keep hurting innocent people-”

Another flash of your sad eyes played in his mind, and he squeezed his own shut tightly, hugging the photo to his chest and curling into a ball, “You’d be so disappointed, ma. The way I’m treating women, you wouldn’t even know me anymore, I-I’m sorry-”

And finally, after fighting with all his strength to hold it in for so long, Eren gave up. He sobbed, hard, chest tightening as he screamed in agony into his pillow, choking on tears and snot, and he didn’t care.

He wanted his mom. He wanted to be okay. He wanted to be himself again. He never meant to hurt anyone, never meant to hurt you, he just wanted the pain to stop.

There was nothing he wouldn’t give for the pain to stop.

That night, Eren Yeager cried himself to sleep, the picture of him at age five being held by his beloved late mother unmoved against his chest.

#attack on titan #aot #aot au #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #eren yeager #eren aot #aot eren #eren x reader #eren x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren yeager smut #aot smut #band au aot #band au #kaiyaki sano original

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bigbaras · 1 year

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some eren doodles from twitter ;v;

#mine #eren jaeger #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #he's so special to me #i wish i could throat scream like in metal bands so i could sing along to the rumbling :)

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somemydayy · 1 year

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this is what sadness feels like

“I truly do hope you find someone, who can give their all to you. Sadly I don’t think I’m the one who can, so this is goodbye, (Y/n).”

She stood there, watching his back as he walked further away. Now, it was just her alone, heartbroken and solemn, sitting on that very bench in the park they first met. Where they first confessed their feelings to each other. Where they shared their first kiss. Where they both spoke of their dreams, and aspirations for the future, together. It was there she broke down at the sudden realization, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever be able to come back here with him, again. That she would never get the opportunity to tell him she loved him, ever again.

And now, it only seemed to remind her of everything all at once, but still the tears refused to surface. She dared not let them out. For she feared if she did, she would not be able to stop them from overflowing, from drowning herself in them. So she decided to run, she ran until her chest thrashed harshly, until her eyes blurred with tears that refused to fall, until she could no longer hold the pain in; she held within her shattering heart. And the dam broke, and drenched out into waves that threatened to drown her, swallow her up whole.

Unexpectedly along the way did she slip, and plant into the harsh asphalt of the road. Even if bruised and battered, did she hastily rush to get back up, again. She resolved herself in order to continued on. With a soft line placed against her lips, did she try to pick herself back up, again. When suddenly a sharp piercing forced her to wince in pain; as she looked down, she took notice of the bruises and bloody wounds surrounding her extremities of her limbs. It was then that she almost lost all hope, that is until she saw a hand reached out towards her, and a familiar voice asking:

“Hey, friend, do you need a hand?”

As if broken from her trance, she looked up as a throat clearing ripples out in the cold afternoon breeze. A tall figure stood in front of her, splash of warmth framing his features, captivated her soul whole. Her eyes filled with warmth as she looked back at a pair of bright hues but she was momentarily blinded by the pools trickling down her cheeks in streams. Her breath quivered at the touch of his fingertips gently whipping away her tears. She couldn’t help, but hear it, and wonder if he heard it too. The sound of her heart breaking in two.

Uliminated by the flickering street lights, he catches a glimpse of her current state. His heart squeezes tight as he recalls the ringing of his phone at such ungodly hours of the night, how pain-stricken the voice on other side of the phone line had sounded. The desperation laced in her voice. The frantic plead for him to come, to her rescue. He saw it all now. He put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle. Stained cheeks. Frantic breathing. Bloodshot eyes. Blood trickling down her knees. Her ankle was bruised, her knees were battered in scraps and cuts. She was hurt, and his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach, at the realization of why.

Her face was tear-stained, and red from the harsh air, but the warmth emanating from his palm was comforting, and soothing. She soon found the strength to stand with his help. With a swift movement he took off his jacket, and gently placed it atop her head; he couldn’t help but stare at her, tear stained cheeks, quivering lips, and blotchy eyes were enough for him to reach out and take her into within his embrace.

She soon welcomed the warmth that was his embrace, it engulfed her, and she buried herself further within the safety of his arms.

“(Y/n). I’m here, I’m right here.”

Her eyes filled with warmth once again as she looked back at a pair of familiar bright colored hues. She was momentarily blinded by the pools streaming down the mounds of her cheeks once, again. Then a quiver of a smile coated her delicate features, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, just yet.

“He broke up with me.” The harsh breeze pained her nose and cheeks a red flush, as her eyes were downcasted.

“What did I do? I must have done something for him to leave.” Her words were rushed, and sluggish; the cold was harsh against her chafed lips. A few scabs lingered on her lips, broken and bleeding just like the current state of her heart. She was hurt and swallowed up in her own pain, but she decided to smile through the pain. She noted she did that more often, when she was trying to not have him worry.

“Tell me, what did I do wrong?” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing. With a heavy tug of her trembling hands, grasped harshly against his collared shirt.

Even he knew, how much you loved them. Always making sure to clear your schedule just to go on a date, picking up extra shifts at work just to afford that pricey present for their birthday, doing the absolute most to have the best impression on his family, always putting aside your own wants, and feelings just to make sure they were happy instead; always making sure they were your first priority. And that was what he hated, he hated how you always seemed to lose yourself when it came to your relationships. You put aside your own feelings just for someone else.

“(Y/n) just cry. Let it all out.” She soon loosen her hold on him, and fully grasped the notion of his words. That when she tightened the grip she had on his shirt, while begging her heart to stop hurting so damn much.

“It hurts, it hurts. I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest. It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing with a heavy tug of his hands, did he clasp harshly against her smaller ones, and pulled her further into his embrace.

Even if he knew it hurt, he had not the heart to loosen his hold on you, for he feared you would shatter into pieces if he let you go. So he did what he did best, he held you in his arms and told you everything was going to be alright; even though his own heart was breaking into pieces trying to make yours whole again.

“It's alright. Everything’s alright, I'm here now."

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Captivate you. (band au! aot)

chapter 1 of the aot band au! also on ao3 if you want to listen to it there! I include song links here on tumblr but not on ao3. I think it's more immersive w this format... but that's just me!

chapter tws include floch being an asshole, implied/speculated toxic relationship, provocative music, suggestive/adult themes, one line about connie's junk

Chapter 1: Cruel Summer

The music in his car is always so loud. Typically you don’t mind but you’re already feeling a tension headache developing between your temples. As if stretching a rubber band in your brain isn’t painful enough, Floch decides to snap it against your head as he yells, “Babe, get out! We’re here.” At least the Britney Spears song, I’m a Slave 4 U, stops playing. Not that you don’t like Britney. You just don’t like Britney when she’s blasting at full volume in your boyfriend kia stinger.

As you step away from the red car, paint chips peeling off the car door, you have to race to catch up with Floch. His music is playing so loudly you can hear it even though his earbuds are snug in his ear. Now he’s listening to Ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot. Of course he is. He’s bobbing his head offbeat as you reach out to grab his sleeve. You don’t know why you’re so scared to get his attention. You’ve been dating for five months now and it’s felt pretty great until recently.

“Hey, slow down. I don’t know where we’re heading.” You manage to tell him, gently snagging his baggy sweatshirt sleeve and also successfully pissing him off based on the scowl he wears.

“What the hell? Why are you so damn slow? Just walk, babe.” Floch responds before yanking his arm away. He then walks faster as if to spite you. As if he wants to lose sight of you. You shake that thought from your head, physically due to the persistent panic now running through you, as you run to catch up with him. Glancing back with a simper, Floch grins further when he sees you run after him. Is he doing this to make himself feel better? Surely not…

Those anxiety riddled worries dissipate as you enter a retail store inside the mall. Thankfully, the lights are dim. Not all too luminous, more closely resembling a club with twinkling stars hanging from the ceiling adding enough light to see but not grow ill from the fluorescent lights like they have in universities and offices. It’s a creative lighting fixture and honestly you can get behind it. While you appreciate the gentle luminosity of the store you’re pulling by Floch, his hand wrapping around your wrist possessively. As we fully enter the establishment, music filling my ears and it not being Floch’s, I realize it doesn’t match the quaint, elegant atmosphere established.

Hi, I’m a Slut is playing on the intercoms. Grandmas looking at shawls with their husbands furrow their brows with disgust, mothers cover the ears of their young adult children as if they haven’t heard that word before while their husbands crack up at the licentious lyrics. Amidst the disappointment and disgust, one boy with tanned skin and an overgrown buzz cut is grinning. He’s even chuckling; his hand covering his mouth as he elbows a brunette besides him. The retail employee laughs so hard he leans forward against the counter, the girl beside him with her dark brown ponytail swaying back and forth as she wobbles with her guffaws too, and cackles like a hyena at the harmless prank he’s pulled. The girl besides him smacks his back, prompting him to begin coughing and sputtering and laughing in between his asphyxiation.

It seems like it’d be fun to work here. Of course Floch disagrees, somehow knowing exactly what you’re thinking to ruin your minute joy. “Fucking morons. Let’s go buy something hot and sexy for you to wear to this concert, babe.” His hand tightens around your wrist as he pulls you to the section with more provocative - not exactly lingerie - garments. Dresses with large slits at the hips, shirts with keyholes to expose cleavage, skirts so short it’s amazing they aren’t accused of being belts. Not exactly what you typically… not what you’ve ever worn. “Damn babe, this would look so good on you.”

Floch groans as he says the words, making you bite back bile, while holding up a hanger. Draped on the hanger is a sweater with a massive keyhole in the front to expose your chest down the length of your sternum. What the fuck?

“I don’t know about that.” You tell him with a small chuckle as if it’ll lessen whatever response he’ll have to you indirectly saying no. He hasn’t always been this way… at least, you don’t think he’s been this way your whole relationship.

“Well, I know.” Floch interjects, grinning. His expression is so coy and sly. So often he is smug and presenting himself with delusional confidence. “So let’s try it on, baby.” Before you can protest, or maybe even change your mind and agree to please this asshole, you’re led to the changing rooms. Suddenly it feels like all eyes are on you when Floch snides, “can’t wait to see some skin,” before pushing you inside the confines of the stall.

Twisting the knob to leave and talk to him like a civil person, you discover you can’t open the door. From the outside Floch is tapping his foot, one hand texting on his phone with a grin, while his other hand is holding the doorknob on the other side so you can’t open it. Superman by Eminem is now playing after the prolonged silence (besides those two people at the register dying of laughter) following the more provocative track that greeted you and your boyfriend. It’s ironic, you guess.

Taking a look at the sweater, you can’t help but sigh. The fabric is heavy and hot and haughty. Pretentious but poorly made. Strands jut out from the stitch and it’s clear some poor, underpaid individual likely made this and then this store added a crazy markup. With a cheek of the tag you confirm your intuition when you see it’s marked for $179. As the sale price. Hell no. “Floch, baby, c’mon let me out,” Chuckling awkwardly, you jostle the knob to indicate you’re serious. “This thing is itchy and expensive. Let’s get something better. It’s also crazy hot right now, so I don’t want to wear a sweater.” You explain, hoping that he’ll be compassionate and understand that.

Silence. It’s jarring whenever he’s silent. Not just lately but actually… the entire time you’ve dated him. He likes to talk. He loves to blabber and ramble and narrate. Whenever he’s radio silent on you it means you’ve pissed him off. It means you’re in the wrong… maybe it doesn’t. He’s locked you in a dressing room and now you want to apologize? He should say sorry this is psycho behavior! “Baby?” Repeating it once more, the pet name coming from your lips like first nature despite your frustration growing with him.

Silence. “Floch!” You can’t help but shout. It’s fucking stressful to be in a tiny stall that smells like feet holding an itchy sweater that costs way too much for its quality level. “This isn’t funny!” Despite your best efforts your voice grows shaky and it causes your volume to rise.

Thump! He fucking kicked the door of the dressing room. Instinctively you back away and your back hits the wall behind you. The music in the background is just white noise, insignificant and mildly irritating as you freak the fuck out, as you stare in shock at the door as if your hurt expression transfers through the wood.

You recognize the song playing. Or perhaps you’re just tuned back in on the stereo outside the door. Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift.

She’s damn right. Here you are, your last month of summer break from college, being fucking trapped in a dressing room by the man you introduce as your lover. Perhaps that’ll be the next song playing while this nightmare persists. “Let me out, Floch! You’re acting crazy!” At your words Floch bangs the door once more, making the frame jump with you and the wood splinter. “What’s making you do this?” You ask shakily as your anxieties, your fears, are heightened by the fact you can’t see him.

Before Floch can respond like a kind, polite, and lovely boyfriend would - or how a cruel, unkind, and crude boyfriend would - there’s another voice outside the door. The voice isn’t very deep but it isn’t high either. Perhaps it’s a tenor? The inflection of the speaker implies he has an accent from not around here. His voice sounds confrontational. Or maybe Floch’s bitterness is corrupting this stranger. “What the fuck are you doing?” The new voice asks presumably Floch, his voice deepening when he swears. “We have a rule against fucking locking people in closets. Formed right now cause no one has done this weird shit before.” Continuing, the voice then comes closer. You’re beginning to place it. The bravado matches those jovial but obnoxiously loud laughs heard from the retail worker with the fuzzy buzz cut. “Step away from the door.” He warns, pitching his voice lower as if to sound scarier.

“Make me, little bitch.” Floch's voice rings out and you can hear his smug expression.

Until you hear his nose fucking break. It sounds like a can of soda being popped open; maybe a firecracker blowing or those little pop-its that can burn you or - holy hell he punched Floch! You’re giddy. Giddy in the way you’d cheer when your favorite sports team wins against all odds. Odd how you’re celebrating an injury to the man you love.

It’s also odd he locked you in a fucking dressing room. So you’re allowed to push your fists in the air in victory, like you’re the one who punched him, when you hear his loud footsteps while stumbling.

The door is easily opened from a small twist of the wrist while holding the doorknob. Kitty Kat by Megan Thee Stallion is beginning to play after a lot of radio classics.

Perhaps it’s fitting? The energy certainly is as you step out. Once you’re free, holding that ugly, inadequate sweater, you’re greeted with the retail worker standing over Floch while blood gushes down his face like a waterfall. It’s a beautiful sight.

Know what’s also beautiful? Stepping over him. As you do so, Floch grabs your ankle. He mumbles something unkind that you can’t fully hear but you ignore him. Nothing beginning with ‘you treacherous-’ will be worth hearing from him.

Now standing beside the retail worker, his friend watching from the register with an enthused grin, you can see the name on his tag. ‘Connie S.’ Connie? There’s a Connie in the band you love. He typically wears a hood so you’ve never seen his haircut - not even online. With angular black eyeliner and ash smeared across his scrawny but sculpted chest as he plays the drums with his entire being. He’s feral; fucking insane. The way he breaks his drumsticks every performance and they sell online for more money than splintered wood could ever be worth. His energy is absolutely contagious but you wouldn’t mind catching it. At least a little.

“You’re staring, hon.” Connie says with a boyish grin. It’s sweet and genuine unlike Floch’s. “You okay? The guy you’re with seems to have issues.” You nod as he speaks, dazed a little at the thought of him being Connie; the drummer for Paradis. “Did you need help finding something… or?” Sheepishly - yet slyly still - smirking, Connie sweetness and playfully and you see now, flirtatiousness, is not lost on you. “Did you need someone?” He teases, removing his uniform dress shirt that he had on outside of a tank top. Holy shit.

When he pulls back his outer layer you can confirm it’s Connie Springer. The Connie Springer who tears up stages across the United States, eliciting enthusiasm across all metalheads, embodying earnest appreciation for the poetic, powerful expression it is to bangs wood against… wood. You digress. His tattoo is a complete sleeve on his right arm, the hand he always wears a glove on when he’s playing at a concert from the clips you’ve seen. Full of black ink with pops of indigo and scarlet, the shades popping brilliantly against his sienna skin, his tattoo is the embodiment of his characteristic chaotic energy he carries with him during every performance. From afar it does look like random shapes and cool patterns paired together, but you’re sure there’s more to it. Tattoos are so permanent! He must of thought hard and long and deeply-

“Oh you’re studying his tat.” The brunette at the cashier says from behind you resulting in a small flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you!” She apologies with a genial chuckle. So genuine. “He only got that because his bandmates did and he wanted to prove Jean was weak for crying when he got his back tatted.” Jean? Like Jean Kirstein from Paradis? Holy heck. Giggling again, you realize how beautiful Sasha’s laugh is. It’s saccharine and mellifluous; it’s honey to a sore throat. “Oh, I’m Sasha by the way.” She finally says with an honest smile and a friendly pat to your shoulder.

“I’m Connie!” The boy exclaims proudly as if he didn’t hear a word. Sasha chuckles. “Dude, where were you?” Her words prompt Connie to shrug, playful and at ease. It’s so metal he just punched a man unconscious and now he’s here jiving. Chatting as if this was any old day for him.

Like a deer in headlights you stare at their interaction. Sasha, the one with a bit more sense - or perhaps just intuition - of the two, chiding Connie for being ditzy in only the way your closest friends can. She’s stylish. The effortless type of stylish. She’s in a large baggy maroon t-shirt with a camo print hoodie underneath with the black hoodie peaking up. Her brown hair is tied back with a black ribbon, a necklace loose around her neck on a thick leather strap but the gem is hidden under her shirt, and green cargo shorts that end at the knees. If anyone else was wearing something like that they’d look crazy. Sasha… makes it work. Her sunglasses have little sparkly stars on the rim; they’re rhinestones that catch the light beautifully. She’s serving cunt in camo… how does she do it? Crew socks with little pigs on them and black, hunter-green, and white sneakers complete her oddly pleasing attire.

Connie on the other hand is a hot mess. Literally and figuratively. His hand runs over his buzz cut, sighing when he can’t yet run his hands through his hair seductively like everyone else in the band. No thirst edits of him including that clip… yet. His armpits aren’t shaved and whenever he lifts his toned arms you can see tufts of ashy brown hair. He has more body hair than hair on his head, maybe, if you combine his hairy legs too. Connie’s in sweatpants you realize, not exactly what you’d expect from a rock star or a retail worker on shift, and you can’t help but notice that imprint. Your eyes are torn from it, thankfully because your cheeks started to develop a cherry tint, due to Connie flexing his arm muscles when he snaps as a thought comes to him. The sound snagged your attention too… you guess. “Your shirt man, it’s our first album!” Connie finally realizes, staring straight at your chest. You give him a pass since that’s where the bulk of the design is.

“The merch from our first ep,” Connie repeats once more as he realizes the weight of that. The merch they sold because they were given a discount from a buddy and dive bars were desperate for some live entertainment and haggled for 40% of their merch profits. Back when Mikasa was banging holes in the drums themselves with her own sort of stoic intensity instead of Connie splitting the branches he thumped against the percussion with his kinetic passion. You’ve been a fan since Paradis performed their first ever setlist composed of Dio covers, makeshift comedy routines from Connie when the dingy sound of the equally dank bars would give them trouble, and Jean competing with Eren because back they were fixated on only one of them writing the lyrics. The significance of the shirt you’re wearing makes him dramatically clutch his heart through his tank.

“Don’t make it weird.” Sasha jokes, elbowing Connie as he remains in his theatrics.

“No! This means everything!” The boy argues with a bashful grin on his face. He really does seem flattered. It’s cute… it’s making your lips curl into a delicate smile.

“I just… really liked the design.” You begin, fiddling with the hem of the black shirt. A lion stretches proudly, extending itself as it arches its back, in a field of gladiolus flowers awaking from a nap. They only printed these t-shirts in black. There’s a line from their song from that ep, Waking Lions, that’s written below the lion and in the gorgeous bed of sun kissed, passionately purple flowers. The line, in a gradient white and purple that’s beginning to fade off, says: I wanna stand up, a hundred feet tall ‘cause fear will never lead the way. I’m waking the lions in me.

Those two see right through you. Especially Sasha. She urges me to continue, to even ramble, with a shift in those chocolate irises. “Okay… I also really loved the songs. Especially Waking Lions! I’m so glad that’s the song you decided to model the ep’s art off of and also that you made merch!” You find yourself ramble, rattling on about what you really thought of the lyrics. How the art is so cute compared to what a metal-core band would be expected to produce. The way their first album, even if only housing three songs, was revolutionary in your eyes.

“Yeah, Jean wrote Waking Lions and he’s the one with the art degree. So Eren lost the battle on having When the Lights Come On be the star of our first ever original recording.” Connie rubs his hand over his fuzzy head, his pointy canines revealed as he smiles. “He won the war and got to be the lead vocalist though!” He adds with a chuckle like he recalled a memory. Probably how the two bickered endlessly about who that title goes to.

“Connie’s playing tonight at the Garrison if you want to come. Bet they didn’t sell out!” Sasha teases with an upbeat tone in contrast to Connie’s pretend pout. They’re a fun duo. Seeming to have energy that feeds off each other in a positive feedback loop. “You seem like a huge fan too. So,” Sasha stands besides Connie and the two glance between each other like they’re plotting, scheming. “Would you want to go with us? I’ve been looking for a new concert buddy, since Connie can’t head bang with me when he’s on stage!”

Laughing at Sasha’s comment, you nod your head almost immediately. You were going to attend with Floch, since giving you two tickets for the balcony - which is the worst spot since you’re into moshing and they’re typically more expensive - was his attempt of being nice, but he’s entirely shown his true colors. Or perhaps you finally removed your rose tinted glasses and took those pivotal steps out of your ivory tower.

“I’d love to go with you guys. My date is knocked the hell out, thanks Connie,” Sasha snorts a laugh and Connie throws up a peace sign, “so I doubt he’ll want to take me. Or even go himself.” Smiling with appreciation, you add quickly, “thank you guys so much for the invite.”

Connie slinks his arm around your shoulders while Sasha gives him and you a high-five at the same time. Nice, it’s crisp. “Yo! I can’t wait!” Connie exclaims with enthusiasm – the same enthusiasm that infects the crowd from insipid to invigorated in no time. “First, let’s get you a cool outfit for free. Cause once my boss sees I knocked his ass out I’m fired.”

“I’m getting a cool outfit too!” Sasha excitedly agrees, reassuring you naturally. “I’m always asking Constance to slip me a free dress but he never does.” Pouting when Connie yells for her to never call him that again, Sasha begins to peruse the racks of clothing surrounding you three. And I guess Floch but he’s literally down for the count.

Connie, with the cutest opportunistic grin, adds, “I’m already gonna get fired. May as well make this a concert worth remembering down to what you wore!”

Sasha begins shopping with Connie’s last paycheck as her credit card, and Connie has his arm around your shoulders in a friendly way. It’s as if you’ve known him for years. Like the three of you are best friends reunited, you find yourself agreeing with a nod of your head.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Hopefully some fun.

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quality-street-rat · 2 years

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Y/n: Ah, the masculine urge to cuddle a sleepy man...

Levi: Joke's on you, I'm never sleepy.

Levi later that night: Oh no

#zip it matt #shitpost #attack on titan #attack on titan shitpost #incorrect x reader #aot incorrect quotes #male reader #levi x male reader #x male reader #male y/n #levi x reader #eren's band of idiots

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kristvns · 2 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄! 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓; 3,100 +

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝖽! 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖠𝗀𝗇𝗌𝗍, 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 < 𝖿. 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 >, 𝗀𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 "𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍 / 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄", 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 !

乂 ( 𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ! ──── )

ꗃ ))° 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇┃𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 + 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 = 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 ! 🗯️ )) ° “𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾” 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 <𝟥 ￣￣￣

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒; 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 ! & 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 repost / reblog’s are helpful. ( unedited ! ) 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 — 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋 <𝟥

⤷ 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄. 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝟫;𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗆 !

( ⌗ ••• ──── ➤ 𝟑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒... it's been 3 weeks since you last saw Eren. Lately, he's been getting performances throughout the world. Eren wasn't just any random local anymore. Now, he was on big tours, grew on social media, and even started getting on a few vogue magazines. You loved him. And you loved watching him grow. Unfortunately, It's been 5 days since you last saw him or at least hear his voice. Usually, Eren would never miss an hour without calling, sending you corny ass memes he found on tik tok, or maybe just even a simple text. But sadly, that one hour turned into 2. Then that 2 turned into a full day. And now that full day turned into 5 days.

You sat on your couch as you started to wonder if he was okay. But it wasn't until you turned on your tv that you noticed Eren was doing way better than just a simple okay. "Eren Yeager has yet again done an awesome performance tonight!" One of the news reporters said standing in front of what seemed to be outside a performance center "Exactly, the young 23-year-old band singer who is more commonly known as Eren Yeager has done yet another awesome performance. He performed one of his best hit songs that were released yesterday night called ‘Apocalypse’ which is now peaking at number 3 on the billboard with a few of his other songs following behind" Another news reporter states.

The news station changed screens as it shows a clip of Eren and his fellow band members behind him on stage in front of what looked like thousands and thousands of people. He looked happy as he swung the mic as sang the song with the crowd screaming and singing along as well. "And if that wonderful performance wasn't enough for you Eren was swarmed by paparazzi a few hours after the performance. A few of TMZ newscasters also had a few questions for Mr. Yeager himself." The newscaster added as the screen flipped to a video which appeared Eren trying to walk to his personal cab as a few big bodyguards following behind.

“Eren, how do you feel that now that songs you even created years ago are now peaking on the billboard” one tmz member ask shoving his mic in Erens face. “Mr. Yeager, do you eventually plan on working with more hit magazines or possibly any more companies? We’ll love to see more of you!” one said following next to eren with the mic coming from his mouth to Eren’s. “Yeah, actually I do — there’s a view photo shoot coming up with Me and Calvin Klein I can’t wait,” Eren replied with a small laugh leaving his lips. "Eren, we watched as you performed one of the best performances there is tonight, And it seems as if they are just more than lyrics are these lyrics for anyone special?" A tmz worker asked which caused Eren to smirk. "Of course. My one and only girlfriend" Eren to the camera and news reporter before walking into the big body bulletproof SUV.

When those words fell out of his mouth they caused the paparazzi to go Bezerk which led to them asking questions like "Who's this mystery girlfriend of yours" & "Do you think the fans will ever get to meet her" all those questions went unanswered as the bodyguards pushed away the paparazzi so they can close the car door. "And there you have it, folks. Eren Yeager is currently dating somebody let's all hope for the best of their relationship." The news reporter said as she changed the subject to the weather. You turned down the tv as you sat on the couch in silence wondering what was next. You and Eren had planned to keep the relationship low-key. Not that you were waiting since you wanted to bring up the topic for a while. But now that it's out will his thirsty ass fans start to hate you?

All those thoughts came to a drought when you heard the sound of the front door doorknob rattle in place. The noise caused you to turn your head as you watched the front door open revealing your one and only boyfriend. You watched as his presence fully came into the house causing you to jump off the couch. "Oh my gosh! 'Ren I've missed you so much!" You said in a cheerful tone as you pulled him in a hug. Eren smiled as he placed down his bags and embraced your torso just slightly picking you up. "I've missed you just as much. Gosh, I swear those 5 days without you were like a living hell." Eren replied as he kissed your forehead. "I almost thought you forgot about me," you said back your head up in a pout.

"I know, and I'm so sorry it's just — my managers and stuff didn't let me catch a break. Paparazzi is now following me everywhere I go and let me not get started on people wanting me to schedule appointments getting on their talk shows it's just so fuckin—"

"'Ren calm down. m' not mad just next time text me when you get the chance, okay?" you said cutting him off with a smile plastered on your face. "Anything for my pretty girl," Eren said flashing one of his infamous smirks. Before he could get that chance to kiss you again you froze when you remembered a promise he made you just before he left. "Wait. You promised me you'll watch another movie with me when you’d get back." You replied causing Eren to sigh.

"Fine. We’ll watch a movie, but — I'm picking" Eren said before walking away into the kitchen. "What? No 'ren you have horrible taste in picking movies. s'not happening again!"

"no."

"Omg please ren, Just this once I promise next time you can pick," you said batting those pretty eyelashes that always seem to affect him. "Ugh. Fine. Let me just hop in the shower real quick, start setting the movie up while I'm at it" Eren replied as he placed a kiss on your forehead heading upstairs.

( 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ! ──── )

"Hmm, are you feeling horror movies or rom-com?" You asked Eren as he sat beside you on the bed. Eren shrugged his shoulders before laying his head on your shoulder. "rom-com it is" you said as you pressed play on the tv remote. "This better not be a cringy ass movie.." Eren said in a hushed toned grabbing and throwing popcorn into his mouth.

30 minutes went by and unfortunately for Eren, he got bored. He desperately sighed anytime he noticed you were paying more attention to the movie than him. He hated the way you fan girl anytime the main couple kissed. Eren grew jealous. Even if it's over something so little, he's finally back after 5 days and this is what he gets? If it's karma then it's definitely a bitch.

Eren started to take measures into his own hands. He started rubbing circles in your thighs. When he notice you still not paying attention his lips turned into a pout. "why aren't ya' paying attention to me?"

Eren asked causing you to turn your head "'ren, the movie is still playing.." you replied as Eren started to kiss your collar bone. "the movie can fuckin' wait," Eren replied as he pulled you in a kiss.

" 's time for you to pay attention to your boyfriend now" The movie was long forgotten when Eren pulled you onto his lap.

He pulled you into another deep but passionate kiss. It was slightly aggressive as well. This kiss was different from the others though. It was filled with lust and dominance, Almost as of Eren was craving this for the longest.

Eren tapped your legs a few times causing you to open them. "that's it, that's my girl." Eren chuckled before he started to kiss your jawline. "Mmmm, rennnn..." you said in a slight moan as you slowly grinded against his dick that started to harden under his pajama pants. "I've been thinkin' bout you all day," Eren replied as he tugged the shirt you were wearing. "And when I finally get home to show my girl attention. She has some fuckin' nerve to not show me any attention." Eren said helping you pull up your shirt. "'ren..I'm sorry— can we just get over this and makeup?" you said holding back a moan as eren started to fondle your breast.

Eren sucked his teeth at you before unlatching your bra and throwing it somewhere across the bedroom. He started to fondle your breast a few times prior to grabbing and latching one of them in his mouth.

Eren swirled his tongue around your bud that started to harden as playing with the other one with his free hand. You on the other hand started to grind against eren even faster than before causing him to groan. Growing tired from eren ignoring the heat building between your legs, you've taken matter's into your own hand and grabbed Erens hand placing it just under your sweats hoping he'll get the memo to fix the problem he caused. Eren unlatched his tongue from around your breast and let out a faint snicker. "use your words, baby, tell me what you want.." you pushed your head down in Eren’s neck when you felt the loss of his touch.

"don't you hide that cute face from me, I wanna see all of you." Eren then on pulled you into another intense make-out session. He held his hands on your hips grinding your body against himself at his paste which was unbearably slow. Eren then pulled back with both of you in pants telling you to take your pants off. Unable to hear him from the intense make-out scene which left you in a haze caused him to repeat his words."You heard me. Take. It. Off." You heard the way Erens demeanor changed. Not wanting to cause any fuss for him

you threw your pants beside the bed. Just as those pants hit the floor eren pushed you down causing you to lay your back against the bed.

Eren grabbed your legs and placed them on either side of his head with one of his infamous cocky grins plastered on his face. Eren looked to the side seeing the anklet that was held on your lower left ankle, with both of your initials dangling from the fast movement. From these movements of Eren pulling you closer by your legs and him bending down to your throbbing cunt. You knew exactly how this was going to end.

"Move an fuckin' inch and you won't be coming tonight" Eren sternly said as he pulled down your damp panties. "didn't even get to taste you yet, and your this wet? Pathetic." Eren smirked as he placed them in his pocket. His tongue swiped against his lips,

Before he started to press small kisses on your inner thighs. You placed your hand and covered your mouth when felt his hot breath slip across your dripping cunt. A loud, filthy moan managed to escape your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. You gasped and looked slightly down to see the change in Erens jaw as his tongue worked against your soaking cunt. Your legs attempted to squeeze together as you felt the way arousal coursed through your body, but Erens hand was quick to place against your thighs to keep them apart while he thrust his tongue into you.

Lustful moans left your lips as eren went faster. The loud moans all went to a halt when Eren's he from your thigh when to your lips. "Suck on my fingers." Eren said as he shoved two of his long slender fingers through your lips causing you to gag away your moans. "fuck—eren. that feels so fuckin' good" you managed to say as left grumpy groans leave his mouth as he devoured you. You started to arch your back more as you felt your climax starting to approach. " 'rennn...mm—please don't stop," you said as you moaned around his fingers. Eren started to chuckle as he took his fingers out of your lips and inserted them in your swollen aching cunt. "shh, baby I got you. you're doing so well for me princess" Eren spoke while he moved his fingers and tongue inside your cunt at the same time.

Eren knew your body way more than you did. From the way, you fluster from any given touch from him. To the way, your body reacted anytime you were about to reach your climax. And this just turned him on more. He felt pride anytime this happened. Why? because it can only be caused by him. Nobody else can make you cum as quick and filthy as him. Eren felt your hands when you reached down and pulled his hair. "'rennnn... I'm bout to cum" you gasped as you bit back any moans. "Don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear you". Eren said with a groan, slightly vibrating against your cunt. Your hand on the back of his head pushed his face against your entrance even further almost suffocating him. Your body started to ache for a release.

Your moans started to stutter. Eren had a smug look as he noticed your high approaching more, as he kept his pace coherent as your back began arching. "fuck—yes. yes. yes, 'ren — right there—"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a very heavy moan left your lips as your legs started to shake, your body even started to tense as your back arched even higher than before in a sudden wave of pleasure that kept your mouth staying open quickly turning into your teeth pressing against your bottom lip, all while in a silent moan way after it hit you. Your grip on Erens hair tightened even more as he felt you clench more squirming with too much pleasure, with a loud obnoxious gasp you came again in an instant as your juices started to crash against Eren's tongue.

The senses you once felt just a moment ago went dull all while your lower body felt numb. Eren pulled away from your cunt as he pulled his fingers out along with it. He took those same fingers as he placed them in his mouth, licking them clean. "taste so fuckin' hood princess". Eren said as he got ahold of your legs. "Aw baby your legs are still trembling. Did it feel that good?" Eren said with that infamous smirk once again. Eren pulled you by your arms forward as he noticed a few tears in the brim of your eyes. "oh my god. was I too rough? I'm so. so sorry baby" Eren said as he kissed your cheeks.

A smirk went across your face as you shook your head. "Are you sure? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Eren replied as he started to inspect your body. "No 'renn, I promise I'm fine." You giggled as you kissed his lips. You find it pretty funny the way Eren's mood wood changes even though his demeanor was a whole 180 just minutes ago. "Then let me run you some bath water, then maybe we can finish watching that corny ass movie we were watching, yea?" Eren said rolling his eyes emphasizing the "maybe". Eren kissed your forehead once more before getting up and walking over to the shared bathroom connected to the bedroom.

After about 10 minutes eren came back into the bedroom and saw you resting. He walked over and picked you up bridal style before walking both you and him to the bathroom. The smell of vanilla and shea butter hit your nose as Eren placed you in the lukewarm bath water. The fuzz from the bubbles slowly covers from the chest down. You looked up and watched as Eren slipped out of his boxers before making his way behind you in the bathwater. For a moment it was just pure silence when Eren got in. The same thought was both lingering in your heads for the past 5 minutes. “what now?” you wanted to ask.

You would hate to be a buzz kill but you needed to know. Would this same process repeat itself? Eren leaving for a long time just to come back and apologize for his mistakes with sex. These very few questions left you wondering but they all came to a disruption when Eren managed to speak up. “I want you to come with me on tour,” Eren said in a monologue voice taking your interest. You turned your head looking behind you as you watched Eren speak with his head down. “I’m so sorry y/n, but I can’t. I can’t leave you like this anymore — those five days without you was torture for me and—”. “Eren, I would love to go besides, this is way better than watching you on a choppy ass tv screen,” you said in a giggle as you pulled him in a kiss.

After an hour have passed both you and eren were back laying on the sheets continuously watching the movie. Eren didn’t pay attention to the movie as he was scrolling through Twitter. It wasn’t the fangirls that private messaged him ever so often in his dm’s that caught his attention. But it was the trending hashtag #Eren&HisSecretGf that caused him to almost drop his phone. With discouragement, he clicked the hashtag as the light of his from changed from dark to light with thousands to possibly millions of photos of you and eren. There were photos of the two of you spotted in Public to pictures of you and eren that eren posted on his page a few years back.

He clicked one of the comment sections before joy was brought to his face. It was all filled with happiness as comments ranged from the way you and eren looked cute together as it slowly ranged talking about you. The fans and supporters loved you possibly even more than eren himself. The thought caused eren to let out a small chuckle as he looked to the side seeing you slowly drift your way to sleep. What’s a better way to end the day with eren pulling you into his arms before, taking a picture of both you and him watching a movie. Maybe this will confirm that the comments that were once rumors were actually true. Make sure to be prepared to be the next trending hot topic and couple across all platforms for the next couple of months.

( 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄. 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 )

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angostyura · 2 years

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guitarist!eren x gn!reader drabble (modern + high school au)

cw: soft guitarist eren playing a soft song for you </3

note: this is actually my first attempt at writing and i have no idea what i am doing. also english is not my native language so there are spelling/grammar errors or whatever but who cares

when eren asks you to come to the school’s music room after class, you gladly accept. after all, his band’s next gig is coming soon and he definitely could use some feedback from you. plus he mentions something he’d like to show you, piquing your curiosity.

as soon as your last class is over you head to the music room. immediately after crossing the simple stucco door with an old david bowie poster hanging on it, a smell of sweat and cigarette greets you. is he even allowed to smoke in there? you ask yourself, but your thoughts are cut off by the unmistakable sound of an amp’ being turned on. when you look on your right, you see eren with his headphones on, scribbling on his notebook while softly strumming his guitar. he looks both focused and calm and you don’t dare move. his long hair is pushed back from his forehead, exposing his numerous ear piercings as well as a thin layer of sweat. the band finished their rehearsal about half an hour ago but eren still hasn’t dropped his guitar. running his slim fingers along the frets, he’s been waiting for you. now sitting on top of the amplifier he just turned on, he starts grinning when he sees you, happy that you came. he quickly take off his headphones and motions you to come closer, telling you again that there’s something he wants you to hear.

you hum and slowly make your way to the couch, expecting to hear another one of his noisy songs from some obscure band no one has ever heard of. but as soon as you hear the first notes, you’re taken aback by the soft melody. the strumming is calm, steady, and eren’s fingers only maneuver on the first strings of his guitar. you've always thought there was something peculiar about the way eren played the guitar. you can’t pinpoint what it is exactly; you just know it draws your attention in a way that has you staring, unable to tear your gaze away from the boy. to be fair you never thought you’d hear something so gentle coming from him. smiling, you take in the way the boy sways his hips every time he strums his guitar, strands of his hair escaping from his messy bun with each movement of his head. eren always looks so happy when he is playing, you think. mesmerized, you don’t even notice it when he stops playing until he collapses on the couch right next to you. he nervously looks at you, waiting for your reaction, leg bouncing in expectation. he is not used to play this kind of music and clearly feels shy about it.

“did you like it?” he asks, scratching his head, and when you say yes, you liked it, eren lets out a deep sigh and smugly crosses his arms, holding his chin high. he is so expectant of praise that you can practically see his tail wagging.

eren always looks so happy when he is playing, but he is even happier when you’re in the room, watching him play for you.

#eren x you #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #eren drabble #band au #how do i tag help

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tender-hearteddd · 1 year

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cannot take eren smut seriously when his english dub VA sounds like the kid in ur history class who has a worrying obsession with WW2 mixed with a muppet having phone sex with his discord kitten 😭😭😭

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟnoor speaks!#im sorry 😭😭😭😭😭😭#im like the only person who listens to the dub versions of anime bc my adhd is actually hell on earth #shit makes me laugh whenever i imagine his band kid headass voice saying shit like #“yeah you like daddy’s cock?#LMAOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#also cannot fathom the chadification of armin’s twink ass 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#who is calling thst pathetic loser blonde man (I love him) who would sacrifice the whole world for eren’s validation daddy 😭#english dub VA are so funny #i love pathetic eren #eren x reader smut #I get why proshippers hate self shippers bc ur view of ur favs is so wildly far from reality

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biggest-stupidhead · 2 years

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Dancing With the Devil

AN: Thank you to everyone who is sticking with me through this bout of inactivity! I felt inspired to write this on a whim and I plan on having multiple parts if it is successful <3

Summary: New to the city you scramble to find a friend group, you find yourself neck deep in the punk rock scene. A well known band that plays at a dive bar catches your interest, now all you have to do is pick one of the members...

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, make out sesh ;), allusions to sex at the end.

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The humid air seeped into your poorly conditioned apartment, you had fans pointed at you from every angle. It was much too hot to go out during the day, so you had mostly slept your way through your short weekend before classes. Your roommate, your complete opposite had been out all morning. She had a strict routine and an avid social life unlike you. The city was cruel to newcomers, it felt as though everyone was already in their set groups with no room for you. Your roommate was not the kindest, and you couldn’t picture yourself with her friends.

They wore band tees and thick silver jewlery, they had countless piercings and shaggy hair cuts. You were much too average for them, too introverted and comfortable with yourself. The drone of the traffic stories below had slowly thinned out through the day, and you could hear Annie in her room listening to music. Her friends were over, a pair of lesbians in the scene, strangely enough one of them, was more average than her punk girlfriend.

Her name is Historia, she has long blonde hair and dresses in a femme style while Ymir, her girlfriend dresses masculine and punk. Historia had been more friendly to you than your roommate, although Annie wasn’t a complete bitch, she just wasn’t very extroverted. You couldn’t fault her for it, and you often thought that if you took the initiative then maybe you could be closer. The distant sound of Annie’s door opening and closing softly told you that Historia was coming to check in on you. She knocked on your door softly and you cleared your throat.

“Come in Historia.” You rolled away from the fan on your nightstand, pulling up the straps on your tank top. The door creaked open and she poked her blonde head inside.

“We’re going out to the bars, wanna come? Our friend Mikasa is playing tonight.” She smiled almost hopefully at you and you actually paused to consider. You were feeling bored, and admittedly a bit pitiful so you shrugged.

“Sure, what should I wear?” Historia clapped her hands excitedly and entered your room, quickly flipping through the small closet with your clothes. She began tossing possible outfits on your lap as you watched her, a warmth filling your chest. You missed this, having friends and getting ready for a night out with them. Even though you knew it wasn’t going to be your scene, the prospect of getting out of your stuffy room was enough cause for excitement.

“Is this ok? I think it’s adorable.” Historia gushed as she held up a tank top with a pair of faded black ripped mom jeans. You shrugged and stood up stripping out of your clothes to try on the outfit.

“Maybe a belt?” Historia said as you buttoned the jeans. You nodded in agreement and pointed towards a black studded belt hanging in your closet.

“You’ll fit right in.” She assured you as you smoothed your hands over your stomach.

“I don’t know about that.” You mumbled as you threaded the belt through the belt loops. You set about doing your makeup but Historia grabbed your wrist.

“Let me!” She insisted and you laughed, feeling like you were back in high school, the nostalgia felt odd as you were so far from home and the friends that used to do these things with you.

You sat down in front of Historia on your bed as she began rummaging through your makeup bag.

“Have you lived here long?” You asked, making polite conversation as she began dabbing foundation on your sticky skin.

“Eh about three years, I moved here when I turned eighteen and met Ymir. Haven’t left since.” She smiled fondly as she smoothed out your brows with a brow brush.

“That’s so sweet.” You mumbled as she gently tilted your head from side to side, trying to decide what to do with you.

“You’re here for school right?” She hummed as she swiped mascara onto your lashes.

“Mhm, transferred for my last two years of grad school.” You confirmed as she painted your lips with a soft red lipstick.

“How exciting, you like to drink right?” She gave you a mischievous smirk and you felt your stomach twist anxiously.

“I dabble occasionally.” You weren’t big on parties but you appreciated a stiff drink after finals or at birthday dinners.

“We’ll change that tonight, The Ministry has the best prices.” Historia was clearly excited and you only hoped that the others would welcome you so warmly.

“That’s an interesting name.” You mumbled as she reached for her phone to show you the finished product.

“It’s edgy no?” She grinned as you angled her phone to inspect her work. Your eyelids were dark with eyeshadow and eyeliner, glitter was sprinkled across them for good measure. The rest of the look was very natural and simple, you had never really gotten into makeup and you hardly recognized yourself with the dark look.

“Very edgy” You mumble as you hand her back her phone, unsure if she was talking about the name of the bar or your make up, but it worked either way.

“Well we better go or else we’ll miss them!” She patted your arm and the two of you left the room, fans still droning in the background. For a moment you missed your bed, the comfort of the cool sheets and the muted sounds of the city. But you put on your brave face and marched into the kitchen, where Annie and Ymir were pouring shots.

“You coming?” Annie asked nonchalantly as she poured out a fourth shot for you.

“Yeah, figured I’d change it up a bit.” You smiled and Ymir scoffed, ruffling Historia’s hair as the smaller woman leaned into her.

“They’re going to eat you up cupcake.” Ymir laughed and you flushed, rubbing your exposed skin self consciously.

“Here.” Annie passed you the shot glass and you downed it without hesitation.

“Is it going to be cold in there?” You asked and Ymir shrugged as she accepted her own shot.

“Not usually, it’s normally pretty packed so it gets hot.” Great, more people to socialize with, you thought bitterly.

“Uber is here!” Historia sang and the four of you stumbled down the hall to the elevator and out onto the busy street. The ride was short, and you tried to memorize the turns and street names in case you wanted to leave earlier. The Ministry was not far, but the scenery changed quickly, the businesses and apartments surrounding the dive bar were definitely what you expected. Punk and very nineties, it was fitting and admittedly exciting to be in a new place. The neon red lights were flickering, illuminating each letter before the entire name of the bar lit up completely. Annie and Ymir slipped out of the car first, Historia gave your shoulder a squeeze and shot you an excited smile.

“You’ve got to try the bloody priest here, its like strawberry syrup and vodka with fresco.” She babbled as you all walked into the bar, the lighting was very dim and the decor was very grungy. Crosses were mounted upside down, newspaper clippings of particularly gruesome crimes were plastered everywhere, pride flags hung from the ceiling. A black goat head was mounted above the bar, its eyes were glazed white and a red upside down cross was painted on its forehead. You were so transfixed on the goat that you lost your crew, and ran into a strange man.You yelped as your body collided with his bare chest, he wore only a black button down, which was completely open. He quirked his brow at you, the small silver ring in his eyebrow flashed in the dim light. The man had long brown hair tied back into a man bun, and an array of tattoos covering his exposed arms and chest.

“Never seen you here before.” He remarked and you fumbled for words, struck dumb by his jade green eyes that glittered despite the darkness.

“I came with Annie.” You then turned and searched for her frantically, he caught your bicep and pointed you towards the bar, where you could see the back of Annie’s head. The crowd was thick and you kept getting bumped into the man’s sweaty chest. He laughed, clearly finding this interaction amusing, his hand slid to the middle of your back and he guided you carefully through the crowd.

“Annie’s an old friend, she never mentioned you before.” You flushed, you hadn’t even said your name and you could barely consider yourself Annie’s friend. But you weren’t going to tell him this.

“What was your name again?” He leaned down, so that his ear was near your mouth and you leaned up to speak.

“(y/n)” Your voice cracked and he stood straight again, a grin on his lips revealed the smiley piercing just above his two front teeth.

“I’m Eren.” He extended his hand, you were close to Annie now, he could have left you. It was kind enough of him to bring you here.

“Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand and he motioned towards Annie with a dramatic bow.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again.” He then slipped back into the crowd and you watched him go before turning to slip between Annie and a stranger at the bar.

“So you met Eren.” Annie smiled at you, the piercings in her nose flashing in the brighter lights at the bar.

“Y-yeah he seems nice, how do you know him?” You tried to make conversation, trying to find out more about the handsome stranger.

“High school.” Annie nodded and smiled at you knowingly.

“He’s the lead singer in his band.” Historia piped up, already holding that drink she was talking about in the car.

“Oh really?” You tried to turn and find him again, but he was long gone.

“He’s dating Mikasa.” Annie clarified and you couldn’t help the disappointment that seeped into your chest. Annie ordered you a drink, putting it on the shared tab and you began to sip on it, listening to the others as they gossiped about the band playing tonight. You took your time to soak up the rest of the bar, a small stage was set up in the back, large speakers and equipment took up most of the space. You could easily imagine Eren up there in the spotlight, the microphone clutched in his hand as he sang. You felt your face heating up, and you tried to convince yourself that it was the alcohol not the image you had created in your mind.

“They’re going to start soon, let’s get up there.” Ymir said and the four of you weaved through the crowd, drinks in hand. Ymir lit a cigarette once you were right up against the stage, she passed it to Annie who took a long drag before passing it to Historia. You could make out a door that must have led to the back rooms where bands could prepare. You knew that must be where Eren was, and you tried to deter the thoughts about him. He belonged to someone, and you had only just met him. Maybe it was the lack of socializing you had done that made you grow attached so easily, or maybe he was just that hot. Regardless you tried to be more present with Historia, who was trying to keep you involved in the conversation. You weren’t interested until Historia brought up Mikasa, the mystery woman who you envied.

“Yeah no I’m not sure, she never talks about it but I’m pretty sure her and Eren are on a break.” Historia shrugged, cigarette between her fingers.

“On a break?” Ymir laughed her jaw hanging open in surprise.

“Those two have been dating forever, why are they on break?” Annie asked and you were surprised by her investment in the drama. She always seemed so indifferent, so this must be a big deal.

“Who’s to say, maybe that’s why.” Ymir shrugged and Annie scoffed before taking a long sip of her beer. Annie opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word in the band stepped on the stage. Eren came out first, a beer bottle in his hand as he sauntered to the mic at the front of the stage.

Eren grabbed the mic and smirked out into the crowd, people cheered and clapped despite his lack of words. You almost forgot to check out the rest of Eren’s band because of how good he looked. A woman with pale skin and inky hair styled into a wolf cut came to stand beside Eren. You knew it was Mikasa and you felt any chance of being with Eren quickly slip away. She was stunning, wearing only a bralette and a pair of low rise latex pants that hugged her perfect figure. She grabbed the microphone next to Eren and you noted all of the rings on her fingers.

The drummer sat down behind his drums and you gaped at him as well, he wore no shirt he was lean and covered in ink. He twirled the drumsticks over his fingers, his expression unreadable which only made him look cooler. The bassist and guitarist were tuning their guitars together, the bassist had a buzz cut and also wore no shirt, only a pair of oversized jeans hung low on his hips. The guitarist had a mullet, which looked to be freshly cut, he wore a black wife beater and like Mikasa had many rings on his fingers. He strummed a few cords, the sound amplified by the speakers and the crowd went crazy again.

“We’re Humanities Last Hope! Thank you for coming out tonight now who’s ready to rock!” Eren introduced the band and the guitarist strummed his guitar, sticking his tongue out to reveal the piercing.

The crowd howled as they struck up their first song, you weren’t sure who to keep your eyes on. Your vision was swimming, from the alcohol or second hand smoke you weren’t sure which it was anymore. Bodies clashed and collided as the set continued, pushing you into the stage you struggled to keep your drink in your cup. Eren kept looking down at you, his eyes hooded and filled with intention with every glance. You felt faint and as the set concluded you shoved your way through the crowd towards the front of the bar. Sweat was dripping down your neck and you tried to even your breathing. Just as you were about to go out the doors a hand caught your shoulder. You turned, eyes widening when you found Eren staring down at you with a cocky grin.

“What’d you think?” He pulled you close, his large hand skimming over your heated skin.

“I don’t usually like that kind of music but it was good!” You felt grounded now, a new band was on stage and the crowd was just as excited.

“You look like you need some space.” Eren smirked, his green eyes glued to your face. This was your chance and you would be a fool not to take it.

“Yeah I do.” The world stopped spinning and you felt emboldened by the alcohol. You met his eyes unwaveringly and he grinned down at you clearly pleased.

“Then let’s go.” Eren took your hand and led you through the bar, all the way to the back where the restrooms were. He opened a door that said staff only which opened up into another long corridor. There were many doors but Eren led you down to the end of the hall before slipping into a room. The space was generic and clearly a dressing room, he reached down and produced a water bottle from a duffle bag.

“Here.” You accepted it gratefully and chugged it as he watched. Droplets of water rolled down your sweaty throat, disappearing below the neckline of your tank top. Eren reached out, placing his hand on the column of your throat so his thumb could swipe away the stray drop of water. You paused and set the bottle down staring up at him with wide doe eyes.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe I got to you before some other shit head here.” He whispered, his throat raw from singing. You swallowed as he leaned in closely, his jaded eyes locked on your parted lips.

“You flatter me.” You could feel his breathing hot and heavy against your lips. Your hands naturally fell into his loose bun, which was damp with sweat. You pulled him in, your lips met messily, teeth clashing and tongues hungry to taste. Eren backed you into the vanity, the sound of bottles falling and the mirror banging against the wall filled the quiet space. Eren lifted you onto the desk, his hands scrabbling for your belt. Your hands pushed his button down with urgency, legs locked around his slim hips. You parted for air, your lungs filled with the heady scent of his cologne.

“Need you so bad.” Eren was pulling down the straps of your tank top and bra, exposing your breasts as he kissed his way down your throat. You hadn’t thought that this would be how you spent your night. His lips were leaving dark bruises in their wake as he trailed his way down your chest. You threw your head back, barely containing your moans as his hands skated up and down your sides. Your hips bucked into his as he returned to his struggle of removing your jeans.

“Next time wear a skirt.” He joked and you felt your heart flutter at the possibility of a next time. Just as he removed your belt the door busted open. It was the drummer, still shirtless he glared in at you as you gasped, too slow to react and cover yourself. Eren didn’t move to protect your modesty either, he only turned to glare at the man.

“Seriously, we all share a dressing room, you fucking live right over there.” He pointed vaguely as he spoke before walking the rest of the way into the room. He rummaged through a bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, even taking the time to light one before shooting Eren one last dirty look.

“Our little secret.” He said, raising his brows before taking a drag and walking out the door. You stared after him dumbly, his utter dismissal of you hinted that this had happened before. Something inside you wished that he had looked your way, his gaze lingering on you. But the indifference was cold and all too obvious.

“He’s an asshole.” Eren growled, going to lock the door. You sat frozen, pants undone and breasts exposed, the alcohol was wearing off. You thought about Mikasa, how she looked mean and you knew you would get your shit rocked. You wondered if Annie was closer with Eren or Mikasa? Your bitchy move was catching up to you now and the daunting consequences hung low above your head like a guillotine.

“Eren.” You began pulling your top back up but he rushed to your side, his hands holding yours in place.

“Hey he won’t tell anyone.” Eren’s sincerity caught you off guard and you froze, willing to hear him out.

“Levi’s cool, don't worry about it.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms soothingly.

“Annie said you have a girlfriend.” You blurted out and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening with guilt.

“That didn’t stop you.” He pointed out and you licked your lips before snagging your lower lip between your teeth.

“It didn’t.” You admitted and Eren smirked, leaning in and kissing you deeply and more intimately than previously.

“Don’t worry babe. Like Levi said, it’s our little secret.” His hand was down your pants any any thoughts of Annie, Mikasa or Levi left your mind.

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