#schneider what are you doing with till's ass??

[endlich-allein]

Rehearsal, Airport Letňany, Prague, 09-05-2024 @ varg_fenris

#till is beautiful ❤️❤️❤️ #them ❤️ #always #schneider what are you doing with till's ass?? #till is love 🖤 #till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #christoph schneider #richard kruspe #oliver riedel #rammstein #rammstein 2024 #europe stadium tour 2024

[theywantedplayer]

Can you do one where your at a team dinner with Nico and you keep teasing each other with like the dirtiest of dirty talk and then have it out at home?

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You went to Nico’s team dinner, you were a little nervous at the beginning but when they saw you beside Jack, the one person you knew well on the team beside your boyfriend. You noticed Nico was More handsier than usual, it was Gentle and innocent like a hand on your back leading you where to go, or his arm around your waist. But there were moments where he Would catch you off guard when his hand was on your lower back slowly moving it down to the curve of your ass and the way he would squeeze your waist roughly. 

When you both sat down Jack instantly started talking to you, clearly Excited to sit beside you . Jack was talking to you for a while but then you felt a hand squeeze the inside of your thigh ruffly making you stutter slightly. You really tried to listen to what Jack was saying to you but when you felt Nico’s hand start to make its way higher. You tried to listen to Jack but you hear someone whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with you…” 

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words

“Y/n it was Ridiculous, like you have to agree” Jack said

To be honest you had so idea what he said, you were to Distracted by Nico's touch and the way his words left his lips 

“No, uh yea no I Totally agree with you it's ridiculous” You agreed with him

You Quickly turned your attention to Nico with wide eyes .

“Nico what are you-” you tried to say

He gripped your thigh even rougher than before, you pressed your legs together In response. You blushed at the smirk that appeared on Nico’s face.

“Did I tell you how good you look tonight” he complimented “You have no idea what I want to do when we get home”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach at his words. You were so turned on at his words and the way he looked at night didn't help. So you decided to be bold 

You leaned into his ear and whispered “When we get home I want you to use me like a toy” you winked

You saw Nico smirk happy that he got you into his trap. The rest of the night was hard to get through, the ideas and thoughts that were going through your head were so Distracting. By the time the dinner was done you and Nico were the first people out of the restaurant. The whole  drive back to the car was in silence. Nico continued to massage your Thigh with his hand and you felt the wetness started to pool in your panties       

By the time you and Nico were in the house you’ve never felt this Riled up in your life and you knew Nico was feeling the same. You turned to face him in the Entrance of your house. He ran his hands through his hair, some strands of hair falling back over his forehead.

“You know where to go doll” It was true you did, you turned around to walk to the bedroom and Nico followed closely behind you, his hands slightly holding your waist. 

When you were standing in front of the bed you felt a harsh slap on your ass making you stumble slightly till you turned around to face him.

“Lay down baby” he cooded 

You nodded as you laid down on the bed, stuttering when Nico’s eye’s didn't leave yours.

“You have no idea what you did to me tonight baby, no fuckin idea” he Admitted Moving to slightly hovering over you.

You felt his hands move to the hem of your dress pulling it up to your waist, he laughed when he noticed the way your legs rubbed together desperate for some type of touch. He pulled your legs apart, he slowly pulled your Panties down your legs and threw them somewhere in the room.

“Nico” you whined 

“God you have no Idea What I wanna do to you” Nico spoke as he Loosen His tie 

You whined as you felt Nico run a finger down your slight lightly. 

“Stop tease Nico” you whined looking at him

You watched him move Directly over you smirking as he leaned down to kiss you roughly and Simultaneously he pushed two of his fingers into you making  you gasp at your reaction He Slipped his tongue into your mouth. Making you moan into his mouth.

His fingers started off slow but the more he kissed you the faster he moved them making your leg’s shake as you felt his lips leave you for a moment. Your eyes were closed but they shot open when you felt Nico attach his mouth to your clit. The shameful noise Nico made come out of your pussy made your face head up in Embarrassment. You pulled at Nico's hair and he grunted in response sending vibrations through your body.

The way Nico’s tongue flicked and Pressed against your clit and the way Nico’s fast fingers worked you to your Release your legs began to shake and your moans became louder telling Nico you were close.

“Augh Nico Nico Nico!” you moaned as you came

You closed your eyes till you felt Nico finger’s leave you, when you looked at Nico you blushed hard! The way your wetness was over his mouth and lips, this messy hair and red lips.

"'How badly do you want this, baby?' He told as he started to unbuckle his belt

#nico hischier imagine #nico hischier smut #nico hischier fluff #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl x reader #nhl smut

[hirik0]

False Reality part 3

Ghost/Soap | Si-Fi AU

Subject Lieutenant Simon Riley Human space forece

Days in simulation: 6 SGD

Days till asserting: 6 SGD

The first time something relay strange happend since he passed out is when he listens to some really old song from the 2000s while doing push ups, still a very frustrating low amount of push ups.

Can't count the years on one hand

That we've been together

I need the other one to hold you

Make you feel, make you feel better

It's not a walk in the park

To love each other

But when our fingers interlock

Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it

They just came back from a mission where things gone to shit. Since Soap broke up with Sergeant Marvin Schneider he made it a habit again to stargaze from on of their favourite hidden spots of the HSS Churchill. He feels dumb for doing so the last 20 or so missions Soap did not show up to stargaze together so why should he this time? And still he stits here again for hours just in case sometimes checking their other spots before returning here. They are inthe orbit of a earth like planet and you have a fantastic few at the other planets and moons of this solar system. He's wearing just a old comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants. His face is hiden under the hood rested against the window while he looks at the scene in front of him. He nearly didn't hear the steps apraoching in this rally visited part if the base ship the 141 is stationed, thats why its so perfect to just watch the parts of the universe they are currently visiting. He needs a bit longer then he likes to reconiases the steps as Soaps. His heart beat fastens in exitment and a small amount of hope is filling him. The footsteps stop in front of him and Ghost has do to anything to not keep looking at the stars and not at Johnny. Nothing happens for a while and the hope is slowly ripped out if him by dread. What if Soap just goes what if their friendship didn't survive the 2 year shitt show realtionship Soap,just left 9 months ago. The only clue he has is Soap nervously tapping his feet in the ground and he finally moves his unmask face to look at Soap. The Sergeant is bitting his lower lip clearly thinking, his eye widen when he realises that Ghist is not wearing his mask. Ghost jsut pulls his legs closer to himself to make more space for Soap, an inventation from his site. Soap smiles at him before stitting across from Ghost in the opening. "You eh did this all the time the past two years?", Soap ask while looking out the window. "More or less", Ghost answers vaguely no need to tell Soap he rearrange his cabin so he can sit on his bed to watch the starts while resting his head against the glas. "I see", Soap just says sounding small. Ghost just has the tiniest smile on his face the happiness of them maybe doing this together again. Watching the stars together after a mission when they still to full of adrenalin from the mission, when sleep is not coming again, their is time to file before they are send down on a planet. The only reason Ghost keep doing it was because it rembered him who thinks use to be, when nobody ever thought that Ghost and Soap can't work together anymore, before the misunderstandings and jealousy nearly ripped the 141 a part.

And after all this time, I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies

But I'm into you (I'm into you)

And baby, even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let 'em wonder how we got this far

'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you

They sit there for a bit more then a hour when Ghost notice Soap is shivering. It sometimes happens that Soap gets to cold when they are stargazing, no big deal usally, but now it kinda is a big deal. "Soap?", Ghost ask carefully they didn't spoke since the very beginning. Soap looks in his direction. "You're good?", Ghost ask more out of politeness they both know he don't have to ask. "Forgot how ass cold it is here", Soap complains rubbind his arms to get warmer. Ghost chuckels at this before streaching his legs and opening his arms in an unspoken invertation. A light blush is apearing on Soaps cheeks. Ghost swallows nervously afraid he steped over a line he didn't know existed. They don't do this anymore, haven't in nearly 3 years. Soap moves a bit hesitant before moving in between Ghost legs. A whole mount range is failing from Ghost shoulders when he feels Soaps back against his chest, maybe what they had is can be saved. To test the water Ghost closes one arm lose around Soap the other just he uses to place his head on. They stay like this for a while not knowing what to do hiw far the other allows this to go. "Ghost", Soap breaks the tense silence, Ghost just humms to signal he's listening. "Hug me like you mean it or don't do it at all", Soap says displeased with how thinks are in the moment but still offing a out. "That's an order Sergeant?", Ghost ask sarcastic can't stop the big smile. "Yes", Saop answers clearly nervous and unable to detect the sarcasm. Ghost just closes his arms around Soap placing lifting his chin a bit so Soap can tug himself under there if he wants. And Soap does putting his own arms over Ghosts slitting a bit down so he can rest is head against Ghost collar bones. "To your liking?", Ghost wispers in Soaps hair. "Perfect", Soaps says with a big smile that Ghost haven't seen in a long time. A warm feeling is spearding through Ghost chest realising that even they had two hard years he still feels the same about Soap and he has the feeling it's the same for the Sergeant. "Misst this", Ghost admitted in the now comfortable silence eyes growing heavy as he slowly relaxes. "Me too", Soap yawns cuddeling a bit more into Ghost. The calming heart beat of Ghost, of Simon slowly sing him to sleep.

'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you

I'm still into you

I'm still into you

Ghost graons when the song changes, he has no idea what the fuck just happend. He just knows he lays face down on the mat he uses for exercise as if his arm just gave up mid push up. He turns around so he lays on the back, tears start to run down his eyes. That was the Soap that feels so familiar, the Soap he knows. With his big smile, bratty attitude, the bluest eye he ever saw, his stupid mohawk. He amount of feelings he expirence right now is overwhelming. So he lays there and crys for a while, before the logical parts of his brain are able to start working again. If mohawk Soap is the Soap he knows... who the fuck is this teacher Soap then? If teacher Soap is a imposter of some sort does this mean that Emma is infact his niece and not his daughter? What is with Price, Gaz, his family are they also not real? Something is wrong and he will figure out what. His first stop are the photos in the hallway. Family photos, Tommys and his graduation, Tommys wedding, Joseph birth and at various ages on family vacations. Then his blood freezes a photo of his father. Its looks like its at some sort of gala. It is a picture of his childhood he looks around 10. His father holding a trophy of some sorts, all of them with big smiles. He looks at his own warm big smile and he understands why his mum calls him sunshine now. It can't keep his rage, disgust and hatred at bay he's feeling. He finds a other photo of his father and his stupid shit band Bone Lickers. He takes the picture of the wall and throws it across the hall. He then taps all the other pictures with his father down bringing them in the kitchen. He thinks about just throwing all of them in the trash, while these arching head ache is flaring up again, that had him passed out nearly a week ago. He fights again the pain, while he rips his father out if all the pictures. Blood is dripping down as he's nose started to bleed before he passes out on the kitchen floor.

Simulation in critical condition Subject got sedated.

Recalculation needed

Integrating of other importent persone: Kate Laswell, Rodolfo Parra, Farha Karim, Alex Keller, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Graza

Meanwhile

Soap is angry nothing Ghost was missing for 6 SGD and they found nothing. Well besites a bunch of destroyed Soulless, after they needed 5 days to even find Gjost last location. Je fals on his bed face first while tears are gathering in his eyes. They just started to fix their relationship and now Ghost is MIA. They are curently flying to a black book research facility of the Human Intelligence Agency (HIA) delivering the Soulless corps and meaning with some of Laswells agents. It feels so pointless, he still trys to cling to what Gaz said no blood, so Ghost didn't die or got injured. It could mean he escaped unable to contact them and he he hopes that this is the case. Gjost survived worse then the Soulless trap, he digged himself out of a grave with a jaw bone for fucks sake. It still can't stop the tears running down Soaps face at the moment, the pain in his chest taht makes every breath hurt, the fear that is nesting in his bones. Price told him to not get his hopes up to much, but he dont even know if that can be possible. Every lead they followed needed in them having nothing again and still every lead gives hope rhat Soap needs to keep going. But after every dead end he is in his dark cabin crying, the fear of losing Ghost after they just started to repair their friendship pulling him down. Fear of being to late after wasting 2 years in a realtionship with a person he didn't even loved that much, that he missed the chance of having Simon for himself. The door to his cabin is opening and Gaz is looking at the heartbreaking picture in front of him. He talked Alex in to hacking the door to Ghost cabin so he can steal one of Ghost hoodies for Soap for a littel comfort. "Soap?", Gaz carefully ask in the room, getting no answer. He steps in wanting to quickly drop the hoodie but Soaps sobs let him rethink. He carefully sits on the bed running his hand through Soaps mohawk. "You think they already killed him?", Soap sobs out after several minutes of silence. A cold feeling is running down Gaz spine after Alex was allowed to told them some things regarding the Soulless after the briefing. "HIA found evidence that the Soulless try to turn certain enemy soilders in to Soulless and they think that Ghost would be a candidate for this", Gaz says. "Is that good or bad?" "Good." "How long do we have till its to late?" "They are.not sure they think it depends on the individual. And Ghost is a stubborn fucker so we have probably still time." Soap looks up from the pillow tears and snot running down his face. "Thanks Gaz", he just says before dropping his head again. Gaz pushes Soap a bit so make some space, feeling like he can't leave Soap like this alone. "You dont have to stay I'm just crying." "Soap, you're not 'just crying' you're having the worst time of your life. Let me stay for fucks sake." "No complaints about snot on your shirt then" "Fine."

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Not really an ask, more like an observation. Or maybe a request, and if not for you then maybe your followers.

I see a lot of quotes from Till (and the others too but this mostly about him) and I'm always happy to read them esp if I haven't already. There's always something old that's new to me.

BUT, that's the thing, they're old. If I'm trying to 'read into him' and the info is 30 yo, then... cool and all, he did that, he was like that...

My point is, there's so much he said, and even behaved during interviews and such, that I don't think resonate with him or with the more recent times. I feel we're (still) assessing some things based on wrong, or outdated, info. I don't think he's like that anymore. I mean, yeah, maybe he's the same guy, personality and such, but not really, not 100%. This is valid for all of them in fact. 30 years will add to a person. Some things will stay the same, others not really.

Is there a chance our active community here can share more recent stuff, interview-wise type? Or maybe there's not much to pick on? I genuinely don't know.

Idk. Just putting this out there.

yes i know what you mean, we keep quoting interviews from Mutter era and think that is still how the band is, but that's over 20 years ago.

Thing is...there aren't as many interviews recently...the last interview with Paul is several years ago afaik. Richard did a bunch when Emigrate had a new album, and from that we got some new stuff (the 'ass of steel' story for instance 😊), like this and this I probably shared all i could find of those at the time..

Till had some interviews when doing Lindemann, but i remember that one of those that i read, the interviewer stated that Till's team requested questions be about Lindemann, not Rammstein. Schneider did a few interviews though, even some tv appearances in 2020.

And ofcourse Flake has been doing his podcast and from that we occassionally get a little insight in Rammstein bandlife 🌺

So Olli and Paul are the two elusive ones ❤️

It would be great to have some new stuff, but if the rumors about them documentary are true, i wouldn't be surprised if they keep some stuff for that.

#newer interviews would be great #rammstein

[anwiel13]

@tinnike 31 days idol challenge

Paul's edition

Day thirteen - favorite quote. Ok, there is so many! In every interview Paul says something funny or very interesting. I just wish he would do more interview nowdays.

When asked what he would be doing if he wasn't the guitarist of Rammstein: "I'd have a company called 'Unasked-For Advice'. You could come to me and get hints and tips on anything from feeding birds, the color of your car, to how many children you should have, to fixing a problem with your shower."

I love this quote, from what I heard and read about him, this is who he is. He likes to talk and give advices, he loves to say his opinion and he doesn't care if people want it or not.

Photo found on wir.sehen.euch instagram

I always put these two quotes together, even he said that in completely different interviews. But to me, they belong together.

"Whether you want to wear a seat belt or not is up to you. In general, I think prescribing safety is stupid. Everyone should do it the way they want. I don't mean speed limits in dangerous places. If someone is stupid enough to speed around a bend, he should be punished for it. But if he doesn't want to wear a seat belt, he should have the right to die on a tree."

"One night we were driving back from a disco, very drunk. It was pouring, and a nasty film of grease formed on the road. This - or perhaps the intoxication - meant that we didn't get a turn right, and crashed straight into a wall. Wasted as I was, I tried to change the flat front tyre to be able to continue. But I didn't realised that the whole front was broken and the car was totalled. In any case, we were lucky: None of us were seriously injured, and the cops just asked if everything was okay and if we were all right. Then they drove on. In Germany, we would probably have lost our driver's licence."

Gif from Benzin making of video. I know, it is not Paul, but I think this gif is perfectly fitting =D

"When the band learned that someone's ass would have to be spanked, everyone unanimously and oddly decided that it should be mine. I also can't explain why this is the case."

Well, we all know why. Especially when minute later they show Paul throwing piece of bread into Till's face =D

From Sonne Making of video

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Oliver's challenge @derwahnsinn

Schneider's challenge @cynoodn

Richard's challenge @kitthefox

Till's challenge @singfurmich

Flake's challenge me =)

#paul landers #paul talking #31 days idol challenge

[reeshyz]

Title: Snowflakes are kisses from heaven Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee:@tillake Prompt: Snow Globe Warnings/Tags: fluff | nightmares | getting together Word Count: 2.664 Summary: Paul gets a snow globe from Richard during the white elephant gift exchange and something seems so magical about it. Could it bring him a Christmas miracle or will it take something important from him? Read on AO3: here

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“I knew this white elephant gift exchange was dumb,” Flake says when he holds some bright pink curlers up. Schneider next to him grins, while Till laughs so hardly, that he leans back and lays down on the ground to catch his breath.

“I mean they would’ve suited you back when you still had long hair,” Ollie says, but he’s also smirking. Flake rolls his eyes and puts them behind him.

They’re all sitting on the ground, some of them are already heavily drunk, and they’re doing this silly gift exchange, because Richard had wanted that. And whatever Richard wants, he gets. At least that is what Paul tells himself.

It’s totally not because he’s crushing so badly on his friend, that he would agree with everything he says (outside of the music stuff at least). 

“You could always give them to your wife,” Richard says and he’s already shaking his own little package. Paul looks down at his own present. It’s nicely wrapped and there’s a huge sign on it that says he should be very careful with it, since it contains glass.

“True, maybe then I don’t need to buy her something else,” Flake says and Till slaps him against the head.

“No! You will buy your wife something lovely. She deserves it for putting up with your ass,” Till says and they all start to laugh again. Paul loves nights like this one, everyone is relaxed and they’re just having fun.

“Alright, it was a joke,” Flake says and Schneider nods approvingly. He’d been the one who had gotten Flake that ‘gift’. 

“Good. Now Richard, you have to open yours,” Till says, since he had gotten Richard that one. Paul had been allowed to give Ollie something and as far as it looks Ollie really likes the cheap sunglasses he had gotten him.

Richard happily clasps his hands.

He’s careful in the way he opens the present. Paul can’t stop watching his fingers. Sometimes he wishes he could hold his hand, could feel it on his skin, could make him touch…

Paul stops that thought.

“Oh that’s amazing!” Richard says and he pulls out a small teddy bear. Schneider is laughing again, but Richard doesn’t seem to care.

“He’s almost as small as you,” Till says happily and Richard laughs at that, before he looks over to Paul, who knows exactly what Richard will say now.

“But he’s as small as Paulchen,” Richard says and Paul has to smile too, because Richard’s smile is just so damn beautiful and he can never not respond to it with a soft smile on his own. It’s probably obvious how much he’s in love with Richard but he doesn’t care.

At least Richard is thankfully super obvious to his feelings.

“Yeah speaking of. Your turn Paul,” Flake says and he points at the gift. Richard had given it to him earlier and Paul is excited to see what’s inside. He tries to open it very carefully as well and is surprised when he sees a snow globe inside.

“Huh,” Paul whispers.

“It reminded me of you,” Richard says, softly. Paul looks at the snow globe again, mostly because he doesn’t want to get lost in Richard’s eyes again, but also because he wants to see what’s inside.

It’s a tiny man holding a guitar. Paul smiles.

“I mean he looks more like you. Even has your black hair,” Paul says and he chuckles. The man in the snow globe looks adorable, a small blush on his cheeks and he’s even wearing a black long coat.

“Yeah he honestly looks way more than Richard,” Schneider says and frowns at the present. Paul presses the snow globe more against his chest.

“Well that only means that I now have my very own Richard. I like that,” Paul says and he winks at Richard, who seems a bit stunned for a second, before he looks away. Paul hopes that he’s blushing. Richard always looks so good when he blushes. 

“Be careful with it though,” Flake says and Paul looks back at him.

“What do you mean? I won’t let it fall,” Paul says and glares at Flake. Just because he let his keyboard fall to the ground one time and he’d never hear the end of it.

“No I meant with your wishes. Often enough snow globe wishes come true. So maybe don’t wish that it’s really Richard in there,” Flake says and now everyone starts laughing. Till is slapping his knee again.

“Where did you hear that bullshit?” Till asks and Paul tunes their bickering out. He’s watching his snow globe again. 

* “How are you holding up?” Till asks when he steps into the warmth of Paul’s room. Paul sits on his bed, staring at nothing really. He knows his friend is worried, but Paul feels as if somebody took everything good in his life away.

“Fine,” Paul mutters anyway and Till rolls his eyes.

“So he is still… not doing better?” Till asks and he sounds very careful. Paul shakes his head and he wants to be annoyed at Till but he really can’t. Till probably knows about his feelings and Paul is too tired to talk about it.

“Still… frozen,” Paul mumbles and he looks over to the other nightstand. The snow globe would look almost nice, if it wasn’t for the fact that his Richard was caged in it instead of the other guitar man.

“Hey, we will find a way,” Till promises and when he comes closer and tries to inspect the snow globe, Paul holds up a hand to stop him. He doesn’t want him to accidentally let it fall on the ground and kill Richard in the process.

“I know, I just… miss him a lot, I guess,” Paul offers and that is actually the most he ever admitted about his feelings. Till smiles softly down at him and Paul has to look away again. Even the tips of his ears burn.

“Yeah, I understand,” Till answers and then claps his shoulder for a short moment. Paul takes a deep breath and when Till isn’t looking he is wiping over his eyes. He hates feeling this helpless.

“I know you wanted to show him what Christmas has to offer this year,” Till says then and this time Paul only grunts. He had a huge list finished, with everything he wanted to do with Richard.

Going sledding, snowball fights, drinking Eggnog, getting each other gifts and, if Paul was a bit braver, he would even try to find a mistletoe for them. Richard had told them that his last Christmas had been so bad, so Paul had wanted to cheer him up. That’s why they all had really agreed to the white elephant gift exchange. 

They wanted Richard to be happy again.

Paul sighs.

It’s better that Richard doesn’t know about his feelings. Paul never had a best friend in the way he has Richard and he really doesn’t want to destroy what they have. It means too much to him.

“Seems like that won’t happen,” Paul says and this time he stands up and walks back over to the other side of the bed. He looks down at the snow globe, not touching it yet.

He can hear how Till walks back to the door.

“Flake will call his aunt again. Maybe she knows more,” Till says quietly, before the door closes. Paul waits exactly five seconds, before he takes a shaky breath.

The snow globe looks beautiful in the light of the lamp on his nightstand and Paul finally takes it back into his hands. The glass is cold and Paul shivers a bit. He had carried it almost the whole day and only put it down shortly before Till came in.

“Rich,” Paul whispers and he carefully strokes with his thumb over the glass, right where his best friend stands.

Richard doesn’t look scared or anything. He doesn’t look too happy either, but Paul still smiles sadly. Richard looks like he always does. Awkward but still so beautiful and of course holding his guitar.

“I miss you,” Paul whispers, before he strokes over the cool glass again. Behind Richard is a beautiful landscape with a lake and some trees. It looks beautiful and Paul wishes that he was frozen in there right next to Richard.

Anything is better than this.

Paul sighs quietly again.

“I mean it, Richard. I… I don’t know what to do without you. Like Till said I had this whole plan for Christmas for us this year and… I don’t want to celebrate it without you,” Paul continues and he slightly shakes the snow globe.

Not too hard, so he doesn’t startle Richard - if he is even aware of his surroundings - but there is still a bit of snow gently flying down on his friend.

Paul sits back down on his bed, snow globe safely in his hands and smiles down at it. Maybe Richard really can’t hear him? Maybe it feels just like sleeping for him, Paul doesn’t even want to think about any worse outcomings.

“Last week you told me that you love Christmas miracles and that you saw some happen before. I wish for one now. I wish we would solve whatever this is and that I’d get you back and… I could kiss you,” Paul whispers quietly, only to hear for the snow globe.

Paul doesn’t even realize that the world around him turns blurry. He chuckles wetly.

“I regret never telling you how I really feel. Richard, I love you.” Paul whispers and a tear falls down on the glass.

Paul sobs once and then he presses a kiss against the snow globe, roughly where Richard is standing. The glass is incredibly cool against his lips, and even more tears fall from his eyes, but he doesn’t care.

He wants Richard back.

“Paulchen?”

Paul blinks and then looks up, only to look back down at the snowglobe that is now missing something in particular. Richard is gone and instead he is standing right in front of Paul, living and smiling widely.

“Richard!” Paul says and he throws the snow globe on his bed, not really caring about it anymore. Richard laughs, when Paul hugs him as tight as he can and Paul blushes badly, when Richard kisses his wet cheek.

“It’s okay, Paul. I’m here and I won’t leave you ever again,” Richard whispers and Paul realizes a bit ashamed that he probably did hear what Paul had said. But he isn’t running away, no instead he carefully strokes through Paul’s short hair.

“Hmm,” Paul mumbles into Richard’s shirt, he is never letting go again.

“And I love you as well, how could I not,” Richard continues, still swaying with Paul in his arms. Richard is warm and safe and Paul closes his eyes. Richard chuckles.

“Maybe it is a Christmas miracle.,” Richard says and Paul shuts him up in the best way he is allowed now.

He kisses him.

*

Paul finally wakes up.

“Oh my god,” Paul whispers and he holds his hand to his chest. He thought that had been real, but luckily it had only been a nightmare. Paul takes a few more breaths and tries to calm himself down.

He then switches the light on and looks at the snow globe on his nightstand. It looks the same as earlier, there is no Richard in it. Paul relaxes even more. He doesn’t really believe in stuff, but this has been a hell of a dream.

Still.

It’s not the first time that he had thought about losing Richard. Nothing bad had happened before but there were a few accidents. He remembers seeing Richard fall down that damn pyramid.

That had been the first time where he had been really worried about him. He’d been to the hospital with him and had watched out for him on stage the following days. Paul remembers how scared he’d been.

Till had asked him back then if he was feeling more than friendship for Richard. Paul had declined, but now he knows that he’d been in love with Richard already back then. 

And this year Richard had hurt himself again. Paul’s stomach is hurting if he just thinks about it, because he’d been the one who had been in the way, when Richard had jumped into the water.

What if one day he would really lose Richard? 

What if he never told him?

Didn’t Richard deserve to know that someone really loved him? Richard had told him more than once how sad he’s been in every relationship that had ended. Nobody stayed long with Richard and he always thought that was his fault.

Paul would stay forever.

Paul sighs. He can’t sleep now anymore. Not after that nightmare.

It had a good ending though… Maybe Paul could have one in his real life too? 

He finally gets up and quietly walks down the hallway to Richard’s room. He knocks twice on the door and waits for Richard to tell him that it’s okay to enter.

“Rich?”

“Paul? Everything okay?” Richard asks, he apparently had switched on the little lamp on his nightstand. He looks rather adorable, his hair sticking in every direction, and he’s looking so sleepy, his eyes aren’t fully open.

Paul’s in Heaven.

“I had a nightmare. Can I… stay here?” Paul asks and Richard looks so confused. He’s probably too tired to talk about this right now, because he simply nods and then lifts the blanket of his bed.

Paul hastily walks over to him and slides down behind him, pressing himself against Richard, who makes the sweetest sound and relaxes into his arms. Cuddling is nothing really new to them (they kiss on stage every night) but this still feels different. Paul is glad that Richard isn’t pushing him away.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Richard asks, still so sleepy.

“No. I just… I nearly lost you in my dream and I needed to be close to you,” Paul whispers back and Richard nods. He turns the light off. 

“I’m here though. I promise not to die,” Richard says and Paul chuckles. He’s such an idiot sometimes. Paul closes his eyes and presses a kiss to Richard’s shoulder.

It’s quiet now. Paul can only hear how Richard breathes. It calms him down.

“I’m in love with you.”

“You did not just confess your love to me while laying in my dark room and with me half asleep!” Richard says and now he sits up. Paul chuckles a bit nervously, before he also sits up. They’re staring at each other.

“Uhm…”

“Oh my god. You can be so glad that I’m in love with you too, otherwise I’d kick you out of my bed now,” Richard says and before he can babble more about that, Paul leans in and kisses him.

Richard relaxes. 

“I mean it,” Paul whispers and Richard nods.

“You better be here in the morning when I wake up,” Richard says and they both lay back down. Cuddling once more.

It’s quiet again. Richard is almost snoring.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” Paul answers and Richard presses a pillow to his face. Paul laughs.

“If this is a marriage proposal in the middle of the night, again with me half-asleep. I will murder you,” Richard says and Paul shakes his head.

“No I would do that right,” Paul promises, this time Richard kisses him.

“Good. Now sleep,” Richard answers and Paul nods. This time he feels like he could really sleep again and he closes his eyes, sighing happily.

Paul is almost asleep when he hears it.

“I’d say yes,” Richard whispers and this time Paul takes the pillow and smacks him in the face. Richard laughs.

Seems like no one would get any more sleep tonight. 

#paulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

[hanramm156]

*crawls out of a trashcan*

Helllloooo everyone! How are you doing? How is Rammstein fandom doing? Is Paulchard still a thing??? What have I missed on my R+ hiatus?? Is Tumblr ded? Tell me everything!

I just came from Tallinn and I’m absolutely *mindblown*. I think my love for Rammstein is reignited now. A lot of catching up to do. Some thoughts and highlights from the concert:

* It was nice to see @maydependent briefly! Also, thanks for the tip to enter the concert from the quieter gate. I’m still shocked that I managed to get a place in the front row, in front of Richard, even though I didn’t line up for hours.

* When the gates opened, I ran like a goddamn mad woman, lol, I was so out of breath but it was 100% worth it.

* The German family next to me was so nice, omg

* Greetings to the girl next to me who spent most of the time zooming on Richard’s face and ass. Send me some as well, lmao

* Richard was hot af holy shit. Also, Schneider *chef’s kiss*

* Armee der Tristen is a damn killer opening song. I cried when Schneider appeared on the stage—cried even more when the rest of the guys came.

* Till banging his head on a metal stand, wtf? Are you ok?

* Richard looked at me from the stage and I almost swooned. I hope he was satisfied when I headbanged so much that I can’t properly turn my head now.

* So many Paulchard moments and not only that we got a kiss, but we got *two* kisses?? Omg??! Invite me to the wedding, pls

* Paul’s, Richard’s and Schneider’s random dancing during a quieter moment (I forgot the song already, RIP) but it was hilarious af

* Till showed us the middle finger during Mein Herz Brennt

* Adieu as the last song—hopefully it doesn’t mean the end of Rammstein. ;___;

* and lastly, sorry for everyone who I hit with my dreadlocks while I was headbanging

That’s it from my rambling, I hope everyone’s doing well!

Ps. I got some Paulchard fic ideas during my trip. Let’s see if they ever come true. I cringe so hard at my old stuff now, but thanks everyone who has still read and liked them. It means a lot. 💜

#rammstein 2022 #stadium tour 22 #stadium tour #hanhan’s ramblings #hello i’m back #paulchard #tallinn concert #rammstein

[herrlindemann]

METAL HAMMER - November 2009

Farewell to swine flu, RAMMSTEIN fever is spreading again. The new album LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA has been delighting the masses for a few days, and in a few weeks the long-awaited tour, which has been sold out for months, will follow. Reason enough to follow up with another interview after the cover story in the last METAL HAMMER. Guitarist Paul Landers answers questions.

Paul, how do you feel about the new album LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA, now that it's finally out?

It's good not to think about the album because it makes me even happier when I hear it again. And then we have to play LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA for the rest of our lives. As a musician, you got the ass card after releasing an album. You have to keep playing songs like 'Highway to Hell' — whether you like it or not. The bands that have a few more hits, like Depeche Mode or U2, are lucky because they can choose from their repertoire. Bands like Liquido, who only had one hit, have a real problem.

Don't worry, LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA is packed with hits. On the one hand they are defined by the sound, on the other hand by Till Lindemann's lyrics. How difficult do you think it was for him to write the lyrics this time?

Till never makes it easy for himself. The lyrics don't just come along like that. Maybe a line is there after a minute, but after that it can sometimes take four weeks for the ideas to come up. A text alone is not enough for a song. Everything has to fit together. And every song - that's how Till sees it - needs a reason why it exists. We try not to produce garbage, but hits. Okay, that's what every band tries to do. Till then sits there and listens to the song thousands of times. He twirls his hair and looks out the window — if he has one. Then it comes very slowly. There are often different lyrics for a song. He plays us his ideas and a few in the band reluctantly agree. At that moment, Till knows that it's not perfect yet. It's very difficult for him. As I said: Even if it were easy, he would still make it difficult for himself.

Do you give him help or is he the untouchable sovereignty of the text?

We have no sovereignty. Till can also tell Schneider that he hates a beat, just like Schneider can say to Till that he doesn't like a line of text. Whether or not you listen to it is another matter. But we mostly do that out of politeness. If several band members find something stupid and ask Till in a friendly way to change it, he does so. He is a group person and not an egoist. He's fine when everyone's fine. Till is like a tailor. We bring something there, he makes a custom-made product out of it and then says: "I don't like the color that much, what color do you want?” Then the color change. We commission the lyrics, so to speak, and he sits in his little room and works on it. 'Wiener Blut', for example, had a different text at first. It went something like this: "Seid ihr soweit, seid ihr bereit…". It was more of a dialogue with the audience, similar to "Ich Will”. “Leise, leise sollt ihr sein. Den Augenblick von Zeit befreien” etc. It was more of a communication between the band and the audience. Richard felt the song was too violent for that kind of communication. The song needs something meaner. Everyone else agreed. We had talked earlier about the fact that we absolutely had to do a play about Fritzl, so we came back to it. One thing led to another, and Till practically wrote the basement song for us — on request, so to speak. He reworked the song to be what it is now.

Along with the sound, Till Lindemann's lyrics are one of the reasons you have masses of fans. Does this responsibility put pressure on you when you write a new album?

Honestly, we always make the music for ourselves. Not for the success or the money. Those are things that — God willing — come naturally when you make good music. We would also never thank our fans for buying the album at the Echo Awards. After all, the fans don't buy or burn the album out of gratitude towards you, but because they like it. The baker doesn't thank you for buying his bread either. I buy the bread because I like it. I drink certain types of whiskey because I like them. The whiskey doesn't have to say thank you to me. That's why we honestly say that we make the music for purely selfish reasons. And we make them how we would like to hear them. We shoot videos as we would like to see them. That's our taste, and currently it's called LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA. Of course we are happy that we have many fans and that they like the music. That's totally clear. But if the fans had said that we should make an even more pompous album than REISE, REISE or ROSENROT, that they wanted more violins and that it should be even slower, then we would have said no. But since our fans mostly tick like us and they understand our kind of humor, they know what we mean. The fans wanted it to be heavier — and so did we.

Whether hard or soft, Rammstein has created a certain musical genre: groovy, hard dance metal. This is Ramstein. How difficult is it for you to maintain this brand?

We're lucky again that we have several camps in the band. There are the conservatives who would always leave everything as it is, so a kind of AC/DC faction? Then this album would sound just like HERZELEID, and all the others too, by the way. And then there are the revolutionaries who always want to make everything new. If we let them go, it would certainly be a catastrophe. Then we probably wouldn't have any fans anymore. These two parties pull around on the songs from both sides. Some say they don't want some kind of ’Seemann 2.0.’ We've already done that, let's do something new. You are then generally right and get support from the others. You can always play a song in different variations, even in the Rammstein version. When in doubt, we always went a new way first, but not come the hell out of it. It still had to be awesome. If it wasn't good, we went back to Rammstein. We do what the Mercedes manufacturers do with their S-Classes. The S-Class always looks like an S-Class. It always looks new, but you recognize it immediately. We work in a similar way. We try to achieve the balancing act between old and new, and so far we have always succeeded. Personally, I miss the danceable grooves a bit now, but on the next album we will be dancing more — if there is one. I would go more in the SEHNSUCHT direction again. Something has been lost here - but in favor of beautiful things. That's why I'm not crying about it now. But I think the songs that have just been played are very good. There is also no real pounding to be heard on LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA. But there are new rhythms like this 6/8 thing in 'Ich tu dir weh’ or 'Mehr’. It was important that the whole thing has a new color without giving up on ourselves.

When you are in the creative Rammstein process, you are 100% there. What's it like when you're not in the studio or on tour? Do you think about the band every day, or can you switch off completely?

I couldn't switch off before. I've been able to do that since the year off we had before we started recording LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA. I even force myself not to think about the band when I'm on vacation because it's healthier. Then I see the band more clearly again, I can recognize problems better and don't wear myself out so much anymore. First and foremost, vacation is not only the physical separation from everyday life, but also the mental one. That's why vacation at home is not so good, because you always stay in your everyday life. When you travel, you don't have all that quark anymore. It's better for the band if the individual members switch off. Nevertheless, during the free time, one or the other email with "urgent" and seven exclamation marks. Then you sits and suddenly have to switch. But that also works that way. Then I sit down in the dark for a moment, read the e-mail and turn on Rammstein mode. After the answer I fall back into vacation mode.

A sentence about the title of the album: LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA is the longest Rammstein title in your career. What made you do it?

I would also reject the title in the first instance. But I think it fits somehow, I like the contrast. It could also be an RTL series, I think that's good. The discrepancy between the sound of the title and Rammstein is exciting. We are the only ones who are allowed to call their album LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA. I think it's good that you can reinterpret established terms. If you say Rammstein now, for example, people no longer think of a plane crash, but of a band. Christo also did that with the Reichstag. In the past, the Reichstag was viewed only negatively. You thought about the fire and all that other unspeakable stuff. When you think of the term "Reichstag" you think of the wrapping. The term "Reichstag" suddenly had something positive. Nobody thought that something like this was possible. Christo prevailed against all authorities and bureaucratic hurdles. That's what I love: When someone does something that you shouldn't do, but then does it well.

I also think that the younger generation of fans doesn't necessarily know that you named yourselves after the plane crash on August 28, 1988 in Ramstein.

It's the ravages of time that push things into oblivion. But to reinterpret a supposedly controversial term or to do things that you shouldn't do, that was always our goal. As a metal band, LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA is nothing but a title for a record. You're just not allowed to do that. Rammstein does.

#Rammstein #Paul Landers #Till Lindemann #Oliver Riedel #Flake Lorenz #Richard Kruspe #Christoph Schneider #interview #translation #2009 #*

[13dollz]

hello guys, every now and then i like to watch things to make sure i still hate them so today i rewatched the pussy mv for the first time since actually investing myself in this band and boy was it an experience. instead of texting all my thoughts to my best friend who doesn't care i will post them here so they dont kill me

obvi nsfw warning

in chronological order, made as i watched the video

oh my god schneider looks so bad i had to pause for 30 seconds

all these women look like sherie moon zombie

flake weirdly looks the best here- and oliver

FUCK IT UP FLAKE go for it babes

oh my god paul’s a little baby this is wrong

omg i remembered flake as being the sub boy, but ITS OLIVER HE’S 6’7 how can u do that to him??

lol oliver has a nice fake O face

he’s terrible at this tho, the acting i mean

oh my god i remembered there was actual bratwurst and sauerkraut but it was so much worse that it thought ydcgbvGHJKJSDGHVKHGJK

PUSSY ON DUTY?!?!?!?

oh no richard- it hasn’t even started and i dont like this

oh my god was that his tongue. that was disgusting and i was unprepared (if i was more prepared it wouldn’t have been disgusting probably just saying)

this is definitely not appropriate for my cat i should put him outside

RICHARD IM LOOKING (type cast mf, it works though)

is he wearing a choker in this?

flake as WHAT NOW? (that didn’t age well, i had to google what it meant, he is the main result btw. thanks google)

why is my cat in the video now

*italizied oh* im not mad at flake getting his “p*ssy” eaten?

that girl has a nice butt

wow lots of tiddies okay

what the fuck is till doing, thats not dancing homie

the german FLAG???? i forgot about that, im not german or patriotic in any way but it still feels wrong

we know you have dick dude. you wont let us forget

i audibly yelled “NO” when he did that hand thing, it was compulsive

“girl on girl action?! This is gonna blossom into chaos!"

…..is that flake?

Schneider no

i just screamed and woke my cat up

wow that was the worlds worst pause moment (i screen shotted) also ooh shiny chest in next shot

zipper shot, classic

no no no no no no no NO PUT THAT AWAY TILL

okay that was a penis

also….again not mad at Schneider getting head

thats a lot of horrible O faces in quick succession

SCHNEIDER NO (part 2)

okay then ive accidentally paused on flakes tits. joy.

were there??? no dicks?? did i watch a censored cut or did i remember it wrong?

okay well then

rewatching without pausing in case i missed something

was still not prepared for the tongue

i like (hate with every fiber of my being) when paul looks dead at the camera with no emotion

if flake has a ***** how is he ******* that lady? i dont see a strap

the screenshot: muppet lookin ass

okay thanks bye

#plz dont rb #under any circumstances #brain rot posting

[struwwelzeter]

Sonne Making of Liveblog

Before I liked Rammstein I somehow always blended the Rosenrot and the Sonne Video into one thing, I don’t know why, I know it makes no sense, but I still have thise weird memory of that Rosenrot/Sonne mashup in my head, like there is another Rammstein video out there that I can’t watch anymore and it’s a little upsetting.

“Dit hat gar nich gepasst und dit fandn wer dann ganz gut”

- Paul “Abosulte Chaos” Landers at his best, I mean don’t you just love him.

The way Till negates Americas influence on the album with that heartbreaker smile before she even stops talking and Flakes “I hope not” melt my heart. Flake, you hammer and sickle swinging commie, I love you so much.

Schneider is a full on bastard in this and I don’t know how I feel about that.

You know they are all like “the Mutter drama never happened” in this and it’s very questionable, but with Flake I genuinly can’t tell if he’s just bullshitting or of he just kinda checked out and went intentionally oblivious.

Olli talking is nice and he actually stutters a bit?! Very cute.

@theelliottsmiths Till does indeed say Glück auf. If I’m not totally mistaken that’s an old traditional miners greating. I’m not from a mining area and noone here says that but I think so?

Richard is very awkward in this entire segment and I don’t know why, idk but he doesn’t seem like himself? That sing-songing speaking he does there is weird.

I really think alot about how they’re quite a bit older than the average music success story, and how it must play such a role in them making all of this work? The calm Schneider has there, like no, we can’t stress about this is such a 30+ thing, I’m serious, and being young is so overrated.

Oh interesting, they did 16 fps for this. It’s like the opposite of that things where you speed up the sound and then slow down the picture to make it look smooth, and that makes so much sense for dwarfish miner scenes? Now I must watch the video again.

Oh wow. I haven’t watched this for some time and god, it’s baby Joern, I love him!!!

Ok, so I have a massive pet peeve with this video and it’s this: Snow White’s dress. So they put all that effort into the set design, make the dwarves miners which is perfect, Joern is all obsessed with Lord of the Rings level details (it was that time when that movie wrote new standards for historic and fantastic movies), and they just put her ... in that?! It looks like a cheap thing you can buy for carneval and is too Disney and. You have an entire world of beautiful traditional livery to draw upon and you put her in that? What about the snow white drawings by Arthur Rakham for exemple?! There’s just so much better things to draw from than that horrible disney version.

Speaking of Lord of the Rings, the most frequent sentence (probably) used by Tolkien scholars is “suspension of disbelief” which means that the world building is done in a way that is believable because it’s so consistent. Think the Witcher saying Fuck and you wondering if they said that in medieval times (they did, but I digress). You don’t want those moments. You want to stay in the story, and the way the Snow White costume just lacks in quality and detail compared to the dwarves is just. Very bad. Sorry, baby Joern. I still love you.

It’s astonishing to me how Paul just spends several decades laughing about jokes about his size. They still do it, like in Radio. You are a better man than me Paul, because I got tired of those 15 years ago.

They’re all intoxicated or? I can’t forget the story about how they slept there, went to the airport afterwards to fly to ... was it Australia?! and ruined the plane seats with the remaining soot make up. Nasty Punks, all of them, can I marry them please.

I have no comment on the Flake bit. Sorry.

Ok, so is the rumor that the boxer was one of the Klitschkos valid or was that just a rumor because it’s the only boxers germans know?!

Till is so adorable in this, it’s unreal.

Paul and numbers is worth an entire RANT, it makes him such an unreliable narrator.

I agree that it’s the perfect story for the song, which makes me even sadder they went for the disney version looks wise. It’s just. Blasphemy.

It’s such an interesting reading of that entire story, I need to ask my mum about other interpretations, or how that is usually interpreted (she’s a fairytale nerd).

Paul 🙄 I roll my eyes at him, because the way he is here just. It’s just what he’s like but he can honestly drive peace and wuiet loving people up the wall, can’t he.

Paul, you know why you are getting spanked and that innocent act is not going to save you my darling.

Safety concerned Till is so, so, so lovable I just want to hug him and tell him to go back to his kleptomania, it’s all gonna work out love.

Joern has watched the LOTR making of as many times as I have, I can just tell.

Another Jackson movie thing: They used to let Barrie Osborne, the LOTR producer from New Line Cinema’s side play with a camera and asked him to shoot some scenes and the making of so he wouldn’t get in the way of the new zealanders, and occupying Paul with the making of team reminds me of that, good strategy.

“Werkzeugausgabe Lindemann” - something tells me that’s the story of his life.

Ugh. I admire Joerns patience. It does not have to be logical, the mood just has to be right, damn it let the man do his job.

Him saying “Rasselbande” is the most apt and perfect description of this band ever. Rasselstein. Love it. You could losely translate that with something like “little rascal gang” - but it’s not really translatable other than with something you call a bunch of rowdy kids.

Ok so that Rich’s thing is songwriting isn’t news but I am surprised Till says he likes recording, I would have assumed it’s a high pressure situation for him, but then again, “he likes to work hard”, so.

Same about Olli. Introversion personified likes to stand infront of too many people, ok.

Or maybe it’s just the thing Flake describes, so he just got out if the studio and is sick of it, that makes a lot of sense actually.

God Richard in this segment is just. He breaks my heart, he cares so much about it.

I wonder if they were so positive at this point because they got through this album and thought they learned alot, but if I’m not totally mistaken there were still so much tension on the tour that followed that and it just. Makes me sad they didn’t see it coming, glad they’re still here ...

Look at them laughing their asses off!!

Oh no, a Paul metaphor. It’s a thing right, they’re simultaneously really bad and very genius.

God Richard. 🥺 please don’t be that way?Same, ok. Big, fat same.

20 years, damn. And they’re still here.

Ende gut, alles gut. (He’s so cute.)

#struwwel liveblogs #rasselbande #Youtube

[endlich-allein]

Day 17 — Favorite Live Moment

Like the rest, there are plenty of little moments that come to mind when I think of Rammstein live. First, the noise. The band is not known for being discreet. Every time I saw them I felt the ground shake under my feet. I also really like pyrotechnic effects, one of the most emotional moments for me was in 2009 during the song Engel and the wings of Till, but I will come back to that tomorrow. I also like the little things, like the interactions between the guys, between the guys and the audience, if they don't give long speeches, they always find a way to have fun with us. Even if in general you have to wait to see the videos and photos to notice all these little gestures.

My favorite moment, a moment that I experienced live in Paris during the Made in Germany Tour, is Bück Dich. Everything was perfect !

When the perfect figure of Frau Schneider and her 4 puppies appear, it immediately puts you in the mood. The chills at that moment, everyone started screaming. And seeing them slowly cross the catwalk to join the second stage was an exceptional moment. Schneider was really scary, he took his role as Frau very seriously and you could hear his wand slamming on Till's ass. This entrance is monumental ! And then the song started and it was an electric energy that went through everyone. Bück Dich is a fucking banger ! And finally what everyone expects during this song: the little game between Till and Flake. As I was placed to the Paul side (like at all the concerts I do, Rammstein or not), I didn't always see what they were doing, but there are movements that can be recognized from afar, if you see what I mean.

And then there was Till's jet which sprayed the first rows and I couldn't take my eyes off this huge guy who was ejaculating on strangers ! Who do this ? It was so memorable, I loved that moment so much. And then the band went on another banger with Mann Gegen Mann and calmed everyone down with the song Ohne Dich. Then they returned to the main stage waving to us. So cute. I'm a bit sad they took that song and choreography off their setlist...

#31 days rammstein challenge #31dr+c #bück dich #rammstein #till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #christoph schneider #richard kruspe #oliver riedel

[theelliottsmiths]

As I saw your answer about video directors crushing over Till ,I also remembered about Jens Koch. Except he's crushing over all of them haha. He's so precious! What's your opinion on him? Do you think any of the boys are crushing back on him? I imagine Paul smacking that ass daily,as he's walkin by lol

Going off what little I know about him, I adore Jens. I think they all do, and he certainly fancies all of them.

I really love how openly he's enamoured and I'm sure, in the nicest way possible, that the boys mess with him and joke about it. Nothing wrong with a little crush, especially since he does his actual job very well, and the way they've all joked about the possibility of them being open to m/m relationships/sex (Schneider and Paul have both said 'we aren't right now but who knows, we could be at some point, why not?', Richard says handjob things and jokes about Grindr, Till implies things just constantly, especially concerning Peter T) certainly implies they wouldn't be weird about the concept of a man fancying them. Just a little bit of joking around when they're posing for photos and making him blush.

Sometimes I wonder if Jens influenced some of the gayer decisions they made last year. He does clearly ship them at least a little, and as an adult that isn't straight he's probably mentioned some issues at some point, if Till isn't already fully aware (he's very connected with Russia, probably has looked into the Chechnya camps, and likely has gay/bi friends there which means he'd hear about what they have to deal with)

Jens discussing the upcoming stadium tour with the boys: 'Hey, guys, wouldn't it be cool if you kissed at the end of ausländer to... Uh... To show solidarity with LGBTQ people? Especially in Russia where it's a massive issue right now, yeah, that's a good exc— that's a good idea the fans will be so grateful for your support!'

Also he's a good photographer. I hope they keep working with him for that reason alone, but this other stuff helps.

#me rambling #rammstein #bicons #i dont know is jens is gay or bi but he is Not Straight #the biggest fanboy

[nyarisu]

Rammstein: Paris liveblogging

This live is so fancy! My god, the intro is so dramatic, and the guys haven’t even appeared XD there are even alarm sounds!

Their entrance is *chef’s fingers kiss* and Ollie being the high fantasy dark elf we all asspire to be XD Say what you will about the spasmic editing, this was very nicely filmed!

I love the array of microphones on Till’s coat.

Asdghjl the flags being set into place and then Ollie with the flame! It’s all so badass! Also Schneider is hot XD

Sonne

Oooh they’re starting with this one! Also one of the few times he’s counting.

The instrumental at the beginning is always giving me shivers, it’s so powerfull

And I love the static editing

I can say whatever I want about this song being over mentioned by everyone... but the true is it’s amazing!

Don’t punch yourself, dumb baby.

THE FIRE!!!

Lol @ Richard being a sea urchin XD

The ending was fantastic<3 very dramatic!

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Aasdfghjkl THAT SHOT OF SCHNEIDER!!!

The doom guy sounds are killing me I love them and the fireworks collars are amazing. I love this song so much!

Schneider throwing the drummstick in the air ♡

„AAAAAAA AAAAA” silly editing of Till every time AAAA BUT FUNNY NONETHELESS

„RAMMSTEIN!”

I love the gloves!

This song always gets me so pumeped up! And the editing makes it even more dramatic and full o energy!

The fire works at the end!

Keine Lust

Unfortunately, I sometimes vibe with this song T_T

It has such a powerful beginning it must be wonderful to hear it live.

Wanna see me fangirl again about Schneider spinning the stick midair and then catching it again?

Flake loks weird and I wouldn’t trust him.

Richard’s „nein, Ich habe keine Lust”

Dear lord Till has wonderfull eyes.

Wtf was with that tongue, Jonas??

Very nice Schnooter shots!

Oh, Ollie is hoodless now. A bit better, I think.

Paul being badass with his guitar.

Till bby who hurt you like this?

(fortunately for me ich habe some Lust hence me doing this liveblog)

Sehnsucht

Let’s geT NOSTALGIC BITCHES

I love that chanting so much!

Did he just made a cross sign??

Till is doing some hammering and Flake is just vibing XD

The chanting! The fire! The atmpshere!! I love everything about this song live

If he doesn’t hit his forhead.... oh, he actually didn’t...

Asche zu Asche

Nice trio in the front~

I swear to god Richard is always sexy on the mic during this song and he’s probably doing it on purpose! And the way he gestures!!

Lol I was wondering when Till will start acting like a slut XD

The keyboards are amazing before the last chorus.

Yesssh microhpones on fire!1

Feuer frei

Ugh that tongue edit again... leave Till’s tongue alone, Jonas!

Auch, that hurt.

BANG BANG

Flake, chase that nonsense right away XD

Leave his eye alone too!

That Schneider smirk when Till came with the mask. I love the masks!

IMAGINE BEING THERE and seeing this asdfghjkl the ultimate Rammstein experience.

Mutter

Some green lightng oh no that’s Mutter better be prepared to have my heart broken. The saddest song to ever sad you have no idea what it does to me.

Richard playing there, he’s really feeling the song.

The guitar solo is amazing!

Till was suffering there and I was shamelessly admiring Schneider behind him XD

God his eyes

The spark shower, if that doesn’t beak your heart even further... (but very nice arms >w>)

*sighs* that was fantastic~

Mein Teil

Wow I can’t belive he even added sound effects to the title melting away gross :))))

I’m getting goosebumps because of the insrtumental, it’s that awesome!

I love the moves schenider has in the background. And everytime he strikes the air with his fist.

Flake popping out of the couldron kils me everytime XD

Too much blood editing.

„da aAS IS MEIN TEIL!”

Schneider is being once again sexy in the back.

Till has funny dance moves but i love his serious face

And Flake being like no thank you I’m not buying anythingXD

Let’s START THE FLAKE COOKING

„you over there, give me your fire throwing thingy” jaaaaaaaa

There is no concert without Fklake’s spastic dance moves XD

Du riechst so gut

The bow!!

„der Wahnsinn” dear lord Richard you’re killing me.

The first time I saw Paul and Till doing that I almost had a heart attack I really thought they were gonna smash their heads together XD I see them doing it for shits and giggles.

I love the synchronised head baniging (more like bodybanging)

Yes, guitars on fire! Congrats on throwing that now jump after it :)))))

I just want to kiss Till’s mouth.

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Schneider stop being sexy!

I love the guys’ entrance for this song.

Till being all business. Onwards, my mighty stallion XD

The last chorus was very nice and full of energy (thanks editing).

Du hast

Ugh to those lightnings but otherwise is fantastic.

Do you think they ever get sick of playing it? I never expected this to be Richard’s fav song to play live....

That RZK ass XD

The fire!

Oh the keyboard must be divine live~

It must be really impressing to have a full hall singing just for you.

And then my favourite part! All that thing wiht shooting fire that comes back and then the whole stage exploding! Definitely my favourite R+ effect. Really nice image

Haifish

This gave me goosebumps again

„Sechs Herzen, die brennen” *choking* thanks for the feels-

Flake is really brave for doing that boat thingy. I could never.

Lol those dance moves, unexpected butf unny as usual.

Till clapping for Flake XDDD silly

I like the pose he aodopted while waiting for the song to move on.

Buck dich intro

This gets it’s own section because I love the instrumental so much!! Or remix, whatever you wanna cal it. It’s fantastic<3

And Richard enjoying every eye on him :D Nice ass anyway.

Weird over editing I don’t understand but whatever, we’re ignoring that.

Woo woo machine XD

Asdhjkl the BRIDGE IS COMING DOWN

THEY ARE COMING SDFGHJKLSCJHNV EJUSCD

Hello Frau Schneider and her puppies #till lehman is a sub

One of my favourite Till looks.

Of course he must be humping something or someone XD

Schneider x Rchard banter is the best. And then bodilly dragging Till onto the stage<3 I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING OK??

Look at him being a good puppy RHI WHERE IS YOUR FIC??

Buck dich

Honestly now what is better that a shirtless Till with a colar?

The most syncopated instrumental ever. They are fucking crazy (I love them).

I was reminded of this fic XDD

Wow imagine being there and seeing Buck dich for the first time that is wild

„why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 1)

„NOCH EINMAL!!!”

The whole ending with Till and Schneider was hilarious XDDD

Man gegen man

Let’s go with that gay song! XD

Dumb editing but I’m focusing on Flake dancing beside Till.

He has an amazing back<3

I love how he goes crazy during the solo.

Wow Jonas went full with the editing for a few seconds didn’t he?

Also Till did something very sexy with that watter bottle.

Ohne dich

Time to have no feels again

I want that collar too.

Paulchard vibing together’

The hall looks amazin with all those little light on!

Dear lord Schneider looks fantastic.

Paul being cute again XD

Asdfghjkl Till crossing that bridge gave me a nose bleed tbh

Mein Herz brennt

My favorurite instrumental ever! And the one who convinced me to listen to this band.

A little sad they put on shirts again but hey, at least RZK took his off XD

The glowing heart is a loved effect but I preffer the current one to this, the timing is better now.

Amerika

Live is the only way I’m not skipping this song. The last time I listened to it is probably the last time I watched this very live XD

Are they actually whistling?

Why do they all look so good?

Flake, what are you doing? :)))

Ich will

Richard’s arms lookin fine and Till is being a slutt with the microphone again XD

Was that chick shirtles? XDD

Nice firework at the end.

Engel

So... is this whistling real or?

Those wings... in Till’s defence, I thing the floating wings are much more spectacular and much easier for his back too.

Pew!

Why!! Why do you edit those things?? They are gonna give me nightmares!

But whatever the wings on fire are cool.

Really Jonas this is not an anime stop enlarging eyes.

Pussy

Another badass entrance, considering the song XD

„Er könnte etwas größer sein” will always kill me :)))

Oh, your eyes are so pretty~

Poor mic stand.

The dick canon! To be in the first few rows... XDD „why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 2)

I love how wide Till’s back is<3

„let’s do it QUICK” peak slutiness from Herr Lindemann :)))))

I love how they all gathered around Schneider.

It impresses me so much everytime they kneel for their audience<3

Looking very nice there, Ollie!

I thought Schneider was gonna do a backflip with how he streched XDDD oh, hello Richard~

Fruhling in Paris

Till has very nice legs.

Not saying anything about him floating off like a damn fairy :)))))

I love evey time one of the others is singling along (this time: Schneider)

And Flake just ran off XD

Conclusions:

Tbh when I’m lacking motivation I really should watch this live it gives so much energy!

The Amerika / Engel whistling question still stands.

2 hours of nothing but Rammstein. I approve

#rammstein #rammbois #liveblogging

[randomgodfatherthoughts]

Volkerball Liveblog.(Part 1)

Reise Reise.

I wonder how it feels to walk down that corridor and step on to the stage. It must be terrifying and magical, even after all this time. 

The Hol Weg chant is so atmospheric.  It’s the perfect opener together with that curtain falling. The crowd’s energy level goes to 11 the second that falls.

Till looks, and I hesitate to use the word when describing him, absolutely monstrous and huge here and that is clearly what they’re aiming for. He’s so commanding and sinister. Just utterly mesmerising.

I love Richard’s little twirls here. It makes him look like a six year old trying on a new dress and it’s very endearing.

Till’s stage fright is showing already. I want to hug him.

This is still one of my favourite Rammstein songs and my favourite of their stage outfits. They’ve never looked better.

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I love Schneider’s gestures here. He looks as though he has fun with this one.

Paris has ruined me because I keep expecting to see a butterfly come out of his mouth.

Schneider’s arms. I need a cold shower.

Richard plays like he’s having an orgasm. After that guitar solo the crowd definitely are.

I love it when Till absolutely roars that note on Links. I don’t know who we’re fighting but I’m ready to join the Rammstein army. Sign me up now. 

Keine Lust

Why do I find it so hot when Till spits and sprays water everywhere? If anyone else did that I’d be like Eww gross. When he does it I practically want to bathe in it.

I love the way he bends and rises in time to the music at the start. He looks so huge and powerful. This is definitely peak Till for me. Muscular with a good bit of chub  He’s a literal man mountain here and I am living for it. 

They really should headbang together more often. I can’t get enough of it.

Feuer Frei

They had better put this song back on the setlist.

Holy shit. Till’s arms

Poor Flake. No wonder he finally snapped and took Till out with that Segway.

The look of utter adoration on that woman’s face. I feel her. 

I wonder if Flake has ever considered trying out the dragon masks, or wanted to?

When he’s just standing there with the dragon mask on with his hands behind his back, he’s so incredibly imposing. Yet you can see how uncomfortable he is that he has to just stand there. 

Asche zu Asche

Richard’s ass lions have made my day. Please bring them back.

You can definitely hear that Till was sick when this was recorded. His voice was busted but he still sounds great and I love the extra growl in his vocals

Half of this is me fangirling over Till and the other half is me fretting over how anxious he obviously is. 

Schneider’s energy is incredible.

Oli sounds so good here. I mean he’s amazing generally but the bassline in here is just perfect.

The burning microphones scare me. I’m always worried that Richard and Paul will burn their pretty little mouths. They’re a great effect though. 

This is on of my favourite concert moments ever. Till’s extended Ich komm Wieder here. I could listen to a ten hour loop of this. It’s magical the way he just lets his voice soar and the sheer emotion in his face makes it even better. 

#RRTBlogs #Rammstein #Volkerball

[i-ndil-cuimhne-ar-daniel]

(drawing by @mahanaimacallaris)

@mahanaimacallaris I hope you don’t mind me putting this in a new post, but I figured people would appreciate not seeing that long-ass post on their dash over and over again 😂 But I’ll put a link here to the first post with the other drawings/story: link

Well, this is my two-cents, including a couple of *cough* hints. 

Whatever happens in Munich, stays in Munich

The early morning light fell into the room through the half-open curtains, seducing the lingering darkness into a flirtatious shawdowplay, and Till watched as silhouettes danced across the wall in various shades of darkness – in the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, and Ian Curtis offered him the words in that soothingly melodramatic voice, but,

no, not now, go away. The dark was as enticing as ever, but Till was ready to fight tooth and nail to keep himself out of the shadows. It was one of the few times they didn’t have any obligations and they got to spent a quiet morning sleeping-in, and, well, he wanted to be able to experience every moment in the light, not the dark.  

Till carefully wiggled his shoulders to find a more comfortable position, holding Flake tight as the slender man lay sprawled on top of him. His breathing warm against the skin of Till’s shoulder, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against his chest, and, Gott, I love you. Ja,

it was officially a thing, our thing, although Olli never missed a chance to remind them that,

without me your thing wouldn’t even be a thing, so theoretically speaking this is our thing,

and Till had no complaints about that. The more the merrier, right?

Though perhaps Flake would be a tad more difficult to persuade, especially after what I did… Because, ja, there was indeed the tiny thing Till had done. Nothing too serious, I hope, but he expected some trouble out of the keyboard player nonetheless.

Still, I can’t wait…. It wasn’t like it had been formally confirmed, but, they’re going to come through. Not just Olli, but, ja, them too, the mysterious person who had made the drawings of Till in the pink fluffy coat.

I’m not going to tell you, stop with the bribes, Till.

But they’re your favorite cookies. Look. I made them myself,

and Olli had shot him a look.

Fine. I bought them myself. But it was done with love – so much love!

I’m sure it was, and I appreciate it. I really do. But a secret is a secret. I crossed my heart and hoped to die.

You’re not going to die, Olli!

I’m not going to risk it either, Till!

Fine, but can you at least ask them to do another drawing? Please, for me, and Till had tried for the cutest puppy-eyes, and,

stop-would you just…fine, you got me. I’ll ask. Oh Gott, let me guess. This is about Munich, isn’t it?

apparently, it had worked. Olli had promised to ask for the drawing.

Flake is going to make a bit of a fuss, Till was absolutely certain. But most of it is in jest anyway. Spending years with the band, and specifically Paul, had left him more desensitized to outrageous jokes, nudeness, and things that should not be named, than he’d like to let on. He just likes the drama, that extra shiver of attention he got whenever he let out some screams and made a scene.

And he knows Munich was….epic, even for their standards.

It had been a quiet May evening. Tired from the concert and a meet-and-greet with fans, they had all retreated back to their own rooms, Flake following Till to his.

He’d just gotten out of the shower, and they were sitting on the bed with a glass of wine, chatting about things Till had by now forgotten about, when they’d heard a ruckus outside. Curious,

that sounds a bit like Paul,

Flake had gone to the window to have a look, and,

mein Gott, that is Paul! And Richard! And they’re….oh Gott…no!

What is it? And Till had gotten of the bed. Tell me.

No-no! We’re not doing this again, I refuse,

and Till had looked out the window, only to find Richard and Paul chasing Christoph through the hotel garden. The latter neatly in his shirt and sweatpants, but the other two, stark naked.

Oh, scheiße, look at them go, and Till had opened up the glass doors, walking onto the balcony. And of course, Flake had been right behind him.

Together they had stood at the banister watching as Richard and Paul were trying to corner Christoph, he’s actually pretty fast and agile for such a large man, and, thankfully, their efforts so far had been unfruitful.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying though. Throwing all regards for modesty out the window, Paul and Richard had run over the grass, sliding left and right as they tried to make quick turns. Hands waving, fingers grabbing, but Christoph had managed to outrun them every single time.

That’s quite a sight, isn’t it?

and Till had looked up to find Olli standing on the balcony next to his. It sure is. Mein Gott. Any idea what’s going on?

Shrugging his shoulders, Olli had chucked his fag over the railing, eyes still fixed on the spectacle unfolding in the garden below. You remember when they rebuild his drums at the bottom of the pool and left him to retrieve them by himself? Well, you’re looking at the payback. The start of a budding grin had carefully presented itself at the corners of Olli’s mouth. He took all their stuff while they were in the sauna.

The thunder of a hearty laugh had vibrated through Till’s chest. But, come on! Schneider isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t wait for them to get out.

Fully blossoming, the grin had spread itself across Olli’s entire face. Nope. But let’s just say someone still had a little bone to pick with our drummer about a missing container of cookies – and took his room key.

Till had laughed so loud he could have sworn he’d heard the sound echo, but,

Olli had simply smiled dryly. There are things I myself don’t need to see, but, uhm, you enjoy the show. Gentlemen, and on the beats of his farewell, he had disappeared back into his room, closing the doors behind him.  

Meanwhile, the manhunt downstairs had still been in full swing. But as the two firecrackers had decided to, finally, team up, Christoph had quickly found himself in a little trouble somewhere near the edge of the swimming pool. Caught between the covered obstacle and the two approaching fire breathing dragons, Christoph had yelled out at Till and Flake,

a little help here would be nice,

but Till had simply shrugged his shoulders, shouting back, you want to play with fire, you might get burned, while Flake had just stood there and waved.

I’M GOING TO REMEMBE–AHHH,

and both Paul and Richard had jumped him at the same time, cutting the sentence short as Christoph had let out a high-pitched scream.

With Richard’s arm around his neck and Paul’s full weight against his chest, it had only taken a few seconds to get him down to the ground. But Christoph was strong and lifting Paul up with one arm, he had easily plopped him onto the ground next to him.

Getting to Richard had been more difficult, as he was lying underneath Christoph, holding him in a firm choke hold. So, by the time he had finally managed to get a hand between his throat and Richards arm, Paul had climbed back on top of him, using his knees to try and help keep Christoph down.

Now, where up until that point it had only been a matter of some, things, dingling and dangling, now everyone was offered a full view of, everything, really, and,

MEIN GOTT, PAUL LANDERS, I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE!

Hands still firmly on Christoph’s chest, Paul had looked over his shoulder. THAT’S NOT FAIR, YOU NEVER YELL AT RICHARD.

THAT’S BECAUSE I’M NOT FORCED TO LOOK AT HIS, OH MEIN GOTT, ALJOSCHA WAS RIGHT! YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE,

and with a dramatically grand twirl Flake had turned on his heels, marching back inside, although Till was quite sure he must have still caught the,

YEAH, WELL, HE ALSO SAID I HAD A CUTE BUM. SO, TAKE THAT!

It had sent Till straight into another laughing fit, slapping his hand on the balcony railing as he had looked on as with joint effort and a whole lot of gymnastics, Paul and Richard had managed to get Christoph out of his pants as well,

which had been about the time the hotel manager had come running into the garden, another employee with a stack of bathrobes in tow.

And maybe it had been the whole incident happening at all, or maybe it had been just the simple fact they weren’t even drunk when it did. And maybe, well, most likely, it had something to do with their stubborn refusal to cover up in the offered robes, making their way through the hotel buck naked….but regardless of which one it was, verdammt, that guy had been pissed, raving and ranting as he had scolded them like they were a bunch of naughty children.

Luckily some sweet talking from Christoph and a very sad looking Flake letting out a little snicker, it’s a good thing he can cry on command, had convinced the manager to let them stay. For one night. Thus, the next morning they had gotten another telling off from Tom from management, who had to find them another hotel.

It was worth it though, that evening was….epic, Till had no other way to describe it. And now he would have a memento to hang on his living room wall. Flake is going to kill me, having to look at Paul’s naked ass every ti

a quick knock on the door roughly yanked Till out of his thoughts. Who can that be? “Yes?” But there was no answer. That’s weird.

“Wazz tha?” Lazily Flake lifted his head, his chin scraping along Till’s chest as he turned his head to face him.

“I don’t know. There’s no response.” His fingers tenderly caressing the soft skin of Flake’s back, Till leaned up for a kiss. “If you let me go, I can go and check.”

“Nah,” Flake stole another kiss, “I’ll go,” and rolled himself off Till, and off the bed. He stood swaying on his feet for a second, “woo-right, okay,” smiling at Till as he exorbitantly blinked his eyes. “Yep, I’m here,” and he turned to grab his bathrobe off the chair.

As long as you come back to bed after, Till watched as Flake swung the fabric around his shoulders like a cape, walking towards the door, I’ve got plans for you.

“I don’t think we were even supposed to answer,” Flake sunk to his knees, “there’s a paper stuck underneath the door,”

Really? Oh, wait-scheiße, “wait!” Till shot up, clutching a tangle of blanket in his hands.

but Flake had already picked the white sheet off the floor. “What could this-ahhhh, oh no!” In a flash he got up, “Till Lindemann, what have you done,” making his way to the bed. “Whatever happens in Munich, stays in Munich, remember?”

“Easy, calm down,” his hands held up in a half protective/half apologizing motion, Till smiled his dearest smile, “don’t be mad.”

“I just-I, mein Gott, will you look at it?” Flake held the paper out so Till could see. “They’re naked! Again!”

“Now, now, come on. It’s not like you haven’t seen that a couple of times before.” Till let go of the blanket and took the paper out of Flake’s hand. “Look, this is amazing. That’s us again. Remember, that moment we heard the noise outside?”

The corners of Flake’s mouth slightly trembled and,

oh, I’m on to you, Till knew all too well the other was attempting to hold back a smile. All I need to do, is draw it out. “Look, this is-come here,”

with his other hand, Till grabbed onto Flake and pulled him onto the bed, waiting for him to settle himself against his side before he continued.

“Look,” pointing at the paper, “how cute are those bums?”

A gentle nudge against his shoulder,

“and would you look at Olli! Mein Gott, he’s pleased with himself. As he should be! They would have never been outside if it hadn’t been for him,”

and on a sharp exhale of breath, Flake let out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right – you’re right. The drawings are amazing.”

“But?”

“They’re amazing!”

“And?”

Flake let out a soft sigh. “It’s always shenanigans, all the weird shit we got ourselves into. Why not something, you know, sweet?”

Dropping the paper on the nightstand, Till turned towards Flake and took him in his arms. “Because I’ve already got you.”

“Oh, you,” a quick kiss on the nose, “I mean something sweet to put on the wall, next to those other drawings.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” a tender smile, “what about that night at Olli’s house, when you asked me to be yours?”

Oh Flake, that is sweet, it had taken Till a good four glassed of whiskey to amass enough courage to do so, but, such a fantastic night, sitting by the fire pit, looking at the stars. The whole damn lot of them standing watching from inside the house, although Till wasn’t quite sure if Flake had that in mind as well. Then again, seeing them scatter around when we looked their way was kind of cute., so I guess it counts

“Or that time when all of us went for a walk and Richard fell of that rock, and we all took turns supporting him until we made it back.”

Right, ja, that had been the previous year, during one of their gigs in England. Off course, Richard and Paul had climbed some rocks, but Richard had fallen off, hurting his ankle. It had taken them a good five hours to tackle a path that would have normally taken not even three, but they had made it. Together.

“Though the sweetest part was you giving him a piggyback ride for the last two miles.”

“My back was less impressed.”

“I know,” another petit kiss, “but you did it.”

Yes, I did. We did,

“or it could be something happy, like that doughnut eating contest – you know, when Christoph got mad at Olli for making him laugh, and he tried to shove three doughnuts into his mouth at the same time,”

nearly choking Olli, but, well, it actually had been kind of funny. Once Olli had stopped coughing and spitting out chunks of half-chewed dough.

“Oh-oh, or when that lady wouldn’t stop badgering Schneider about the god-awful way he treated his perfectly behaved pups!”

Resting his head against Flake’s shoulder, Till let out a thundering laugh. “Now that would be priceless! He got so annoyed. ‘Let me be, you’ve got no idea what they’re like.’ And Paul just kept sniffing her leg!”

“I still refuse to believe she didn’t notice.”

Another round of laughter. “Perhaps she liked it!”

Flake snorted. “Who knows. He sure did.”

“Stop it,” words carried out on a wave of exuberant laughter, “I can’t.” There’s always something going on with Paul….funnyman.

“Although I think we’ve ventured right back into weird again.”

“Are we ever anything but weird?” Till leaned back, looking Flake in the eye. “Seriously?”

“Nah,” Flake shook his head, “it’s just, some types of weird are definitely more enjoyable than others.”

Ah, “jokes and pranks are the good type of weird, naked bums are the bad kind?”

“Mmm,” a hint of tension built up in Flake’s face, focusing around the ever so lightly narrowing eyes, “that depends on whose bum it is.”

Ohhh, “I see,” tugging Flake closer, Till nuzzled his face into his neck, gently sucking the skin between his lips as he showered it with kisses. “I,” kiss, “like,” kiss, “where,” kiss, “this,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “going.” Till had a whole bunch of ideas that he was sure Flake would classify as, the good type of weird, and, I-

Putting a hand against his chest, Flake pushed Till away. “Are you sure?”

-what? “What do you mean?”

“Because as Olli would say, I still have a bone to pick with you over that Munich-thing, and I’m not sure you’re going to like what I’ve got in mind.”

“I’ll ask for another drawing, I promise!” Reaching back to a sure-fire favorite, Till faintly titled his head downward, looking up at Flake with slightly widened eyes, even pouting his lips to exploit the full potential of the endearing look. “Please be nice.”

“I’ll think about it. In the meantime,” Flake leaned closer, gently tapping Till on the nose, “go fetch the present I brought you. It’s in my suitcase.”

What did you do? “What is it?”

“You’ll know when you see it.”

This should be good, it looked like the morning was going to turn out even better than Till had imagined. Cuddles with Flake, the amazing drawing, and now, what did you bring me? He pushed himself to the edge of the bed,

“And Till?”

turning to look over his shoulder.

“You better be good.”

Oh hell yes, it was going to be a very good morning.  

#rammstein #fanfiction #fanart

[reeshyz]

Title: I made yo my treasure Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe   Presentee: @hanramm156 Prompt: Ugly Christmas Sweater Warnings/Tags: Misunderstandings | Angst with a happy ending | Ugly Sweaters | Christmas Party | Mutual Pinning | Zoran being an asshole | Internalized Homophobia Word Count: 2.727 Summary: Richard hates the idea of wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and it gets worse when someone else is allowed to choose the one he has to wear. Even though… he kinda likes the sweater, for reasons. Read on AO3: here

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“So we’re really doing this?” Ollie asks, from where he’s sitting at Richard’s small coffee table. He’s drinking from his mug, but still looks them into their eyes while doing so. Richard sighs.

“I mean I’m not against it,” Till says and he shrugs. That’s always the case, Till would never be against anything. He just loves to go with stuff without thinking about it. Richard thinks about kicking him against the shin.

“I really like the idea. This will be so funny,” Paul says and he clasps his hands. He’s sitting right next to Richard, their thighs are touching and Richard really tries to enjoy that, but he also hates the idea. 

Seems like he’s the only one. 

"Yeah, why not. I’m in as well,” Schneider says and he takes another one of the cookies Richard had baked for them. Richard looks to Flake, who doesn’t really seem bothered either, so he has to admit his defeat.

“Fine, whatever,” Richard says, but he’s crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

He knows that most people don’t understand his sense of fashion, but Richard only wears stuff that he really likes. There are lots of fabrics, he can’t stand and Christmas sweaters already sound as if they’re itching a lot.

“Very well, then I think we should draw lots,” Paul says and he hastily gets up. He’s walking into Richard’s kitchen, before anyone can say something.

“Lots?”

“Yeah we will each draw a lot. And the name we get, we’re allowed to buy an ugly Christmas sweater for,” Paul says when he comes back. He’s holding out his beanie and Richard can see that he puts some papers in there.

“This is a horrible idea. I love it,” Flake says and he hastily sticks his hand into the beanie. Richard watches him carefully. He doesn’t like the idea at all, but it’s not like the others would accept his whining.

Flake opens his piece of paper and then he’s grinning.

“And we can’t tell who we drew?” Till asks and Paul shakes his head. One after the others are pulling out a piece of paper, until there is only one left in Paul’s beanie.

Richard pulls it slowly out. 

He reads it and nods.

Till.

Well he would’ve wished for Paul to be his presentee, but that would work too. He already has a funny idea.

He just hopes whoever drew him wouldn’t be super mean and got him a really embarrassing one. But for that he could just wait and see.

“I know I will regret this, but it’s also kinda exciting,” Schneider says and he rubs his hands. Richard rolls his eyes and leans back against the pillows. Paul sits back down next to him, cuddling a bit into his side.

Richard pulls an arm around him and hopes he can pull it off as something he does everyday since they’re friends.

But his heart beats way too loud.

Paul smiles.

“I’m sure it will be fun,” Paul says and Richard can see how Till winks at them, when he sees how they’re cuddling. Richard sticks his tongue out at his best friend. Till chuckles and then looks back to the others again.

“I vote we should wear it at our band’s christmas party,” Till says and Richard gasps.

“Oh great idea!”

“No way!”

Richard of course gets ignored again. He knows this would bite him in the ass. 

He’s right, even if he doesn’t really know it yet.

*

A week later it’s already time for their Christmas party. Richard is wearing dark jeans and a shirt so far. He hadn’t received his sweater yet and he kinda hopes that the person who should’ve bought him one had forgotten about it.

Just then it rings at his door.

“What do you want?” Richard asks, when he opens the door. Schneider grins at him and presses a package into his arms. It’s rather light.

“I got you a little something from Paul. He drew your name,” Schneider says and Richard huffs. Why didn’t Paul deliver it himself then. 

“Thanks,” Richard mumbles and he turns around. Schneider is already wearing his own sweater. It actually looks pretty ugly. Richard can’t help but chuckle at it, while Schneider rolls his eyes.

“What?”

“Just wondering if you aren’t cold,” Richard says, while he puts the package on his kitchen table. Schneider follows him into the kitchen.

“Maybe Ollie just likes seeing my tits,” Schneider says but he crosses his arms in front of his chest. It looks like Ollie just bought a random Christmas sweater and that cut some holes in it, right where Schneider’s nipples are.

“You look dumb,” Richard says and he laughs to himself again. Schneider seems to ignore him for now. He had told Richard a few days ago that he wouldn’t mind giving Richard a ride to the party.

Richard opens his own package now. Paul even wrapped it in a cute bow and he also wrote his name on it.

Richard smiles. Paul is so adorable.

He had always known that he’d liked men too but he had never really acted on it so far. Richard has never really been in love, but when he looks at Paul, his heart flutters like an idiot. 

But he wouldn’t tell him. He’s been in love with him for years by now and he tries to just enjoy the few kisses he’s allowed to have on stage. Sometimes Richard wishes for more, but he knows that Paul isn’t interested. 

Richard had always been rather good at ignoring his own feelings when it came to something like this.

“Now open it. I don’t wanna be late,” Schneider says and Richard nods. He opens the bow and then rips off the wrapping paper. It’s cute, but probably something you’d choose for kids.

“Yeah yeah. Why isn’t Paul giving it to me himself?” Richard asks and Schneider shrugs.

“He wanted to see you in it at the party,” Schneider answers, just as Richard pulls his sweater out of the package. 

“Oh fuck,” Schneider laughs, when he reads what’s written on it. Richard blushes a deep red and he turns away from Schneider. Oh my god. He would kill Paul later when nobody was looking.

“Fuck you,” Richard says but Schneider laughs even harder.

“No sorry, I think you are the one that is fucked. Everyone will make fun of this all night and it’s hilarious,” Schneider says and Richard pulls the sweater over his head, since it’s not like he can escape his fate, without being laughed at even more.

“I said you should shut up,” Richard says and he flicks a finger at Schneider’s free nipple. Schneider hisses in pain.

“Ouch you asshole!”

Richard grabs his phone and his wallet and is out of the door, before Schneider can complain even more. Outside he takes a deep breath, he has to say that he really likes that sweater.

He’d never admit that though.

Schneider opens his car and Richard climbs into the big jeep. He’s cuddling himself. 

Richard wishes the words on his chest would be true. Maybe Paul had done this to show his interest? Maybe Richard really had a chance?

“Property of Paul Landers.”

*

“Hey there,” Till says and he presses a short kiss to Richard’s cheek. He’s wearing the sweater Richard had bought for him. There are bells on it that hang really low and it says “Jingle my bells” over it. Till had loved it of course.

“Hi,” Richard says, glad he’s finally inside the party. It had been cold as fuck outside and he had forgot his jacket. Now he couldn’t even hide the sweater.

“Holy shit. Paul really got this one for you?” Till asks and he points at the sweater. Flake next to him is grinning so widely. He’s wearing a sweater in a bright green. There are some reindeers on it. They are fucking.

So it must be from Till.

“It looks great on you,” Flake says and Richard blushes again. He’s not sure how but Flake and Till both know about his pathetic crush.

“Very funny. He doesn’t mean it that way,” Richard says and Flake shrugs. He’s already holding a glass of wine in his hands and takes another sip.

“I bought Olli a sweater that says ‘merry dickmas’ and I meant it,” Flake answers and Richard chuckles. He’s kinda glad that he doesn’t have to wear that one, but he knows Ollie doesn’t get embarrassed easily.

That also means that Schneider had drawn Paul as his lot. Richard can’t wait to see which kind of sweater Paul is wearing. Well he can’t wait to see Paul. Period.

Speaking of the devil.

“Rich!” 

Richard turns around and there is Paul. He’s wearing a gray sweater with a huge butt on it. There is also “butt ugly sweater” written on it. Richard smiles when he sees it. The sweater looks ridiculous but it seems like Paul has fun.

“Hey Paulchen,” Richard mumbles and gets hugged super tight. Paul is also pressing a short kiss to his cheek and Richard’s almost makes an embarrassed noise at that. Holy shit. Paul’s lips feel amazing even against his cheek. “You look so damn good,” Paul says.

“Thank you. Do you like the sweater?” Richard answers, almost squirming under Paul’s gaze.

“Of course I do,” Paul says but he doesn’t sound too happy about it. Richard’s hope goes back to being zero again. So it hadn’t been some kind of way to flirt with him. Why had he been hopeful at all…

After that Paul sadly leaves again and talks to some other guests. Richard stays with Till and Flake, who are bickering over the wine again. It seems like nobody is really surprised at them wearing something stupidly as this, even though everyone else looks really fancy. 

“So what’s up with the sweater? Are you really Paul’s bitch now?” 

Richard turns around and frowns at Zoran. He hadn’t even seen him coming and frankly he’s not sure why Zoran is even invited. Richard had told him to fuck off ages ago. Till steps closer.

“Shut up, you’re drunk,” Till says and he pushes Zoran away.

“No, I really wanna hear it,” Zoran says and there is that mean grin on his face again. Richard takes another step back and that is of course the moment Paul comes back over to them.

“What’s up?” Paul asks, but he sounds kinda angry. 

“Just making a bit of fun about your toy boy here,” Zoran says, holding both of his hands up, to calm Paul down. Richard looks away. He just wants to leave. This day had been shitty enough already.

“He’s not my boy toy. Obviously it’s just a damn joke, but of course you wouldn’t understand one even if it would bite you in the ass. Richard is not my anything,” Paul says and Richard hears how sharply Till breaths in behind them.

Richard frowns.

“Excuse me,” Richard says quietly and then he’s already walking away from them. He hears that Till is yelling something after him, but Richard doesn’t care. Instead he opens the glass door towards the huge garden and walks outside.

His fingers are shaking when he lights himself a cigarette.

Richard’s not Paul’s anything. That’s what he had said.

Theoretically Richard knows that it’s bullshit. They have been bandmates for almost thirty years by now and they have been friends for almost the same amount of time. It still hurts like shit.

Richard looks up into the sky. 

He’s not even realizing that he’s crying, until the wind blows directly in his face and he shudders at that. When he wipes over his eyes, his fingers come up wet.

Crying at a Christmas party.

A classic.

“Rich?”

Richard doesn’t answer, but of course Paul walks over to him anyway. Till is also behind him, but when Flake stops him, holding his sleeve, he waits at the glass door. Richard turns away again. He doesn’t want to face Paul right now.

“I wanted to apologize,” Paul says, his voice so soft.

“No need,” Richard says, wiping over his eyes again. He throws the cigarette down to the ground and steps on it. Paul winces.

“I thought it was a good joke. Sorry. I didn’t think Zoran or anyone else would treat you so badly because of it,” Paul says and he sounds really sorry. Richard huffs. Of course Paul doesn’t even get the real problem here.

“I’m not mad because of the sweater,” Richard says and he thinks about lighting another cigarette. Sadly his package is already empty.

“What?”

“Oh my god. You don’t get it do you? I want the words to be true. The words on my sweater and the words Zoran said. I would love nothing more than to be your boy toy. Your property whatever. But apparently, me and my feelings mean nothing to you!” Richard says a bit louder than he wants to.

Richard wipes new tears away. Great, he embarrassed himself in every way possible now.

“Rich, I… I didn’t know,” Paul stutters and his eyes are so wide. He looks beautiful, even when he’s dumb.

“That’s what happens when you try to keep your feelings a secret,” Richard mutters. He just hopes that Paul would now finally leave. He doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. 

“I… I never wanted you to be my boy toy…,” Paul says and Richard grunts.

“I got that loud and clear. Do you enjoy hurting me?” Richard asks and he can’t help but become really angry. He would’ve never thought that Paul would be this cruel to him.

“... but I would love for you to be my boyfriend,” Paul says, a small smile on his face. Richard gasps at him.

“What?”

“I mean… the sweater kinda had a purpose you know. I just really liked the thought of you being mine and I… I’ve been in love with you for years,” Paul says, still smiling at him. Richard is not sure if he’s hallucinating. Maybe someone put something in his drink.

“I don’t think I understand,” Richard admits and Paul laughs. It’s such a cute sound.

“And here I thought you were not only the most beautiful member of Rammstein, but the most intelligent one too,” Paul says, even winking at him. Richard squirms for real this time. Paul thinks that he’s pretty and clever.

“You mean it?” Richard asks just to be sure. Paul nods.

“Yeah sorry about what I said. You just looked so uncomfortable and I thought you were kinda straight and that was the reason why you were so angry at Zoran. I wanted to ask you out with that sweater, but I was too scared and asked Schneider to bring it to you and then… well I really thought you hated the idea and I wanted to punch Zoran for talking like this to you,” Paul explains and he takes another step closer, even carefully taking Richard’s hand into his own.

“I… I love you too,” Richard mumbles, the embarrassment is coming back again and he’s surely blushing again. Paul doesn’t seem to mind.

“Can I kiss you?” Paul asks and Richard nods.

And then finally he closes his eyes and lets himself be kissed by Paul. He tastes like the wine he had earlier and something really sweet. Richard gasps when Paul’s hands pull him closer. Richard’s own hands go up to Paul’s cold cheeks.

“Fucking finally,” Till says, when they both take a step back. Richard almost jerks, he hadn’t even seen Till coming over to them. The singer grins even wider and then he puts his hand on the ass on Paul’s sweater.

“I wanted to do that all night,” Till says.

Paul slaps his hand away.

“The only one who’s allowed to touch my fake butt is my boyfriend,” Paul says and Richard can’t help but smile even more. He’s still blushing but he doesn’t mind. Not when Paul takes his hand and calls him his boyfriend.

“Well maybe then you should also buy Paul a new sweater,” Till says and he winks at Richard, who chuckles. Actually that’s a good idea.

“Property of Richard Kruspe. I like that,” Paul says and Richard laughs.

“Z. Kruspe, please.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me!”

Paul kisses him again. 

Richard would always love to be shut up like this.

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