#ren playing instruments is a blessing to my ear

[skubean]

If you write for ten can you pls write one where the reader learns piano just to play with ren and ren is happy bcs of it 😭?

hi anon, thank you for the request! ren's actually one of the few that i used to watch, and i definitely loved this idea esp after the piano handcam stream SHASHAHSSDH. also losing my mind rn bcs ren's coming to nijigen but i'm too anxious to go to cons. anyways, hope you liked this <3 !

learning the piano for ren zotto!

summary: you decided to learn the piano for ren after seeing him play one day, and it comes of as a shock to the man, especially when it's something he's very passionate about.

notes: gender neutral reader, mentions of being in a relationship, just some fluff as per usual! slight mentions of misunderstandings but plenty of fluff afterwards.

it's not a surprise to you anymore everytime you come home and hear music coming from his room, or his studio. you know ren's passionate about music, and you've always been his #1 supporter. you've been there when he was working on songs in his studio and he's always letting you be the first to listen. he loves music, you know so. but lately, you've been so busy that you haven't had the time to indulge in his interests that you could sense ren being hesitant around you. when you asked him if anything was wrong, he shrugged it off and said that he was just worried he was bothering you with the noises, eventhough you've reassured him that you don't mind. the lack of communication probably got the best of you because you both ended up having trouble talking after some time, especially with how hard it is to see each other (since you're too busy). you know ren loves music and you know it's something that means a lot to him, and you want to cheer him up! also, as a sort of apology for not being able to be around after you've been so busy. so one morning, you wake up feeling the warmth of his body engulfing you in a hug as the bright shades of outside shine on you face. you groan before turning around to face him. ren was still sleeping, with his face squished against the pillow, mouth slightly opened. you giggled, and nestled closer into his chest, before feeling him squirm and hug you closer. "mmm.. don't go yet, love..stay with me some more..", he says as he basically locks you in his arms. "okay", was simply what you responded and nuzzled closer to him.

silence. that is until ren grabs you with a smile on his face. "wait, really? you're not busy anymore?", he asks you as he cups your cheeks and plants kisses all over your face. hearing him laugh made you laugh too as you shook your head explaining to him how you're done with whatever was keeping you occupied. truth be told, ren never wanted to pry into your business, so he never really asked what was causing you to be so busy. but, one thing for sure is that he's hella glad he has the whole day to spend with his beloved s/o. "well, actually. i was gonna show you something", you said as you dragged ren into his studio where his piano was in. ren, puzzled as he is, follows you behind until he sees you sitting in front of his piano with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. you signal ren for him to stand near you as you clumsily open the piano, and attempt to play his song, 'blue sugar'. you were so focused on getting the notes right, that you didn't even notice how serious you looked, only relaxing after hearing ren laugh. you were embarrassed, but it helped you relax. you could sense ren coming closer before he scooted next to you and played alongside you while he sang. it was amazing, how you felt so happy, and how endearing the whole entire thing was, especially seeing how relieved ren looked after you were done. here you were, two grown ups, just woken up and being all giddy in front of the piano. "what's this? when did you learn to play, y/n?", ren faces you as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer. "hmmm..i don't know, maybe i was so busy learning the past few weeks, maybeeee", you exclaimed as you see the gears turning in his head. so that's why you've been so busy, he thought. he couldn't hide the soft, warm feeling engulfing his chest. he loved you like crazy, the things you'd do for him, and how just a gesture like this was enough to prove to him how much he's addicted to you. you both spent the rest of the day cuddled up in his studio as he teaches you more about piano, more so as compensation for not learning with him beforehand. (he was pouty you learnt it from someone else). needless to say, ren zotto loves music. but, he definitely loves you more. so imagine the look on his face when his favourite person learnt how to play his favourite instrument all for him.

a/n: sorry this ended up being a little self-indulged sksksks i wrote this without any drafts so it might be a bit loopy. <3 beanz

#ren playing instruments is a blessing to my ear #ren zotto x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #ren zotto #iluna #iluna x reader #njsj x reader #njsj en x reader

[laserdog10]

Toss a Coin

*Team RWBY and co. had arrived in Vacuo weeks ago, got settled in and begun making plans on their next move in bringing down Salem. But first, it was time to rest and relax, for at the battle of Atlas, they had just barely pushed back Salem’s Grimm army thanks to Ruby and her Silver Eyes. Afterwards they and Ironwood made amends, cleared them of their wanted posters, and got them a ride all the way to Vacuo. Right after they landed and reunited with Team SSSN, the first thing they needed was a place to stay...and some (or a lot) of money. So who other than to take a job of ridding Sand Striders of a nearby oasis? Jaune and Sun, both of whom where halfway out in the desert, striking up conversation.*

Sun: So you literally brought back this Clover guy from the brink of death!?

Jaune: Just in time, poor guy was close to flat-lining, if it wasn’t for me giving him some of my Aura, he would’ve died then and there.

Sun: You, my dude, are a damn hero...

Jaune: Yeah, I got that a lot after he woke up. The other Ace Ops were in near hysterics when he came to. *”Elm almost broke my back she was hugging me so hard...” he thought to himself”*

Sun: I guess all’s well that ends w-get down! *ducks behind a dune*

Jaune: What? Oh crap! *ducks behind another*

*There they saw the oasis, as well as the Sand Striders that claimed it. The Grimm in question were tall, their legs long and spear-like, jabbing the water for fish to eat. Their equally as long necks surveying the area for any trespassers on their territory*

Jaune: Are those the Sand Striders? *he whispered*

Sun: Yup, freaky aren’t they?

Jaune: They look like...giraffe’s with way too much nightmare fuel put in them.

Sun: Ha! Not a bad description, man! Now...*readies his nunchucks*...ready to kick some ass?

Jaune: *activating his broadsword* Let’s do this.

*The blonde duo lept from their hiding places and charged the four beasts*

-One badass and epic fight later-

Sun: HELL YEAH! That’ll teach ‘em to mess with the finest Hunters on Remnant! Hahaha!

Jaune, out of breath but smiling: How do you manage to always stay so upbeat, man?

Sun: The rest of my team wonder the same thing, helps keep morale up, Scarlet always says I’m like Jaskier from The Witcher.

Jaune: Uhhh...who from the what???

Sun, jaw going slack and eyes bulging: You don’t know about The Witcher?!

Jaune: *nervous chuckling* Noooo?

Sun: *throws an arm around Jaune’s shoulder* Well my fellow blonde amigo, you, are in for a treat!

Jaune: Heh, alright!

*Sun clears his throat, then hops away from the knight with giddyness in his step. He faced the setting sun, kneeling*

S: When a humble bard, graced a ride along, with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song~...*stands up*

S: From when the White Wolf fought, a silver-tongued devil, his army of elves, at his hooves did they revel~...*turns to Jaune*

S: They came after me, with masterful deceit, broke down my lute and, they kicked in my teeth~...*begins slowly snapping to a beat*

S: While the devil’s horns, minced out tender meat, and so cried the Witcher, he can’t bleat~! *claps, resumes snapping*

S: Toss a coin to you Witcher, o’ Valley of Plenty, o’ Valley of Plenty, ohhh~! Toss a coin to your Witcher, o’ Valley of Plenty~!

Jaune: O_O

Sun: Well???

Jaune: That...was...AWESOME!!!

Sun: I know right!?

Jaune: I don’t how it managed to be so catchy but god bless the person who came up with it!

Sun: Jaskier.

Jaune: Right, right. Awwww now I feel bad because I just bought a loot from the nearby market in the city and left it with the gang!

Sun: It’s all good, man! Song’s so good we hardly need instruments!

Jaune: Fair enough then. Was that the whole song or what?

Sun: Nope, figured I save it on the way back.

Jaune: Well then what are we waiting for!

Sun: Nothing! Follow my lead. *gets next to the knight wrapping his arm around his shoulder again*

S: At the edge of the world, fight the mighty horde, that bashes and breaks you, and leaves you to mourn~!

J: *remembering he’s partially heard the rest of the song before* He thrust every elf, far back on the shelf, high up on the mountain, from whence it came~.

S: Now you’re gettin’ it! He wiped out your pest, got kicked in his chest, he’s a friend of humanity, so give him the rest~!

J: That’s my epic tail, a champion prevailed~.

S: Defeated the villain, now pour him some ale~!!!

*And so the boys joyfully and boastfully sung their way back to town, heads held high and voices loud enough for all of Remnant to hear*

-Back in town, outside the hotel-

Ruby: They should be back by now. You think they got hurt?

Blake: Doubt it, knowing them Sun must’ve came up with something to get it done quickly, but also decided to give them some down time before they left. Vacuo is pretty...as much as barren sand dunes can get.

Ruby: *chuckles* Yeah you’re right.

Blake, ears twitching: Wait, do you hear that???

Ruby: Hear what?

*Through the throngs of people going to and fro, Blake’s sensitive hearing managed to pick up two familiar voices far to the right of them, who appeared to be singing in tandem with each other, to a rather merry tune*

“Toss a coin to your Witcher, o’ Valley of Plenty, o’ Valley of Plenty, ohhh~! Toss a coin to your Witcher, a friend of humanity~!!!”

Blake: That way, it’s them!

Ruby: I hear it now, I know that song! *she sped off like a rocket taking her teammate with her in a flurry of red and black petals. The reaper and Faunus stopped just short of barreling over their friends, looking at them with excited faces*

Ruby/Blake: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT SONG!?!?

Sun: I know about it! Watched the show with the guys before you came here!

Jaune: I just sang along because it was catchy and I somewhat heard of it, how do you know about it?

*Ruby and Blake almost looked offended at the statement*

Ruby/Blake: We LOVE The Witcher!!!

Ruby, proudly: Played all three games and completed them all one hundred percent!

Blake, blushing and twiddling her fingers: I’ve read all the books, they were amazing. And I’ve...reread them several times now, haha.

*Sun and Jaune looked amongst themselves, eyes wide with realization*

Sun/Jaune: We have found our people....

-Later that night in a tavern-

*The place was a harmonious choir a Hunstmen and civilians alike, singing along as the four teens sang and dance with each other to the jovial song*

RJBS: Toss a coin to your Witcher, o’ Valley of Plenty, o’ Valley of Plenty, ohhh~! Toss a coin to your Witcher, a friend of humanity~!!! Toss a coin to your Witcher, o’ Valley of Plenty, o’ Valley of Plenty, ohhh~! Toss a coin to your Witcher, a friend of humanity~!!!!!

*They reached its end, the whole tavern exploding in cries of gleeful enjoyment, some demanding for an encore, raising their glasses and mugs in their stupor*

Yang: I gotta hand it to ‘em, they sure do know how to please a crowd.

Weiss: Think they would’ve cheered louder if I sang too?

Ren: Do you know the lyrics?

Weiss: N-no...?

_SSN: Then no.

Weiss: Hey!!!

Scarlet: Well it takes a while to get the song down pat, dear.

Sage: We stumbled and mixed a few words up when we first heard it.

Neptune: I would’ve cheered you on just for trying, Snow Angel.

Weiss, ignoring her creeping blush: Thank you! At least someone recognizes true talent.

Nora: Eh, I think they still had you beat.

Weiss: *growls*

*The group all laughed, meanwhile Ruby, Jaune, Blake, and Sun were actually being handed a few Lien just for singing the song from a few patrons. Truly, the song was a thing to behold.*

(A/N: This whole post was based around a headcanon my good man @darksaiyangoku came up with a while back, gave it a little twist of mine and added some slight Lancaster, Black Sun, and Iceberg (cuz why not). Go check him out, he makes good stuff, also watch The Witcher on Netflix if you haven’t, IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD!!!)

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #scarlet david #sage ayana #rwby lancaster #rwby black sun #rwby iceberg #we'll say qrow oscar and maria are at the hotel sleeping #they pretty much need a nap XD

[lordofthenerds97]

The Devil Works Hard

Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming theatre producer and director. If not found on Broadway, you’re found in the classroom teaching as a Theatre Professor at the local college. A couple camera flashes and a glass of scotch change your life forever, and you’re trying to decide if the secrets are really worth it… Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: T+ Warnings: Overbearing fluff and cliches

You weren’t sure how, but somehow, Lawson Mire had managed to talk you into being the Playwright for a modern adaption of Shakespeare’s Tempest. You muttered to yourself as you sat in your dim office, the main light coming from the laptop screen in front of you. The page was blank, and the cursor blinked tauntingly at you.

Your hands were clasped, and you rested your chin on your entwined fingers, trying to figure out how exactly to undertake this huge project. Lawson had given you a timeframe and a basic idea of what he wanted, but for the most part, you were given creative freedom.

That was something that you normally enjoyed, but right now, it was more of a curse than a blessing.

You had been tasked with turning the tragic comedy into something that the modern generations could relate to. You chuckled at the thought, shaking your head and pushing away from the desk.

Modern generation my ass, you thought. You ran a hand through your h/c hair and sighed, trying to come up with anything.

A thought struck you as there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” you called, sitting back down and grabbing a pencil to start writing down your idea.

“Miss Y/L/N?” a voice asked, a head poking through the cracked door not a few seconds later.

You rolled your eyes when you heard the voice. “Come on in, Hunter. And how many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?”

He chuckled as he stepped in, holding a folder. “Would you prefer Kicker?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Kicker?” you repeated.

Hunter nodded, grinning at you. “You know, describing a plot twist in a story?”

A snort escaped your lips. “Yeah, I got it. Why would you call me that?”

He rolled his eyes. “A lot of the students call you that. Because you make a lot of old literature new and fascinating inspiration to us when we start writing scenes.”

You pursed your lips as you regarded him. Maybe he was on to something. “Kicker, huh?” you chuckled. He grinned and nodded. “I like the sound of that. Anyways. What can I do for you, Hunter?”

“I know it’s a little late, but I needed to submit my thesis before tomorrow.” he said, holding the folder out to you.

You chuckled and took it from him, adding it to the small pile on your desk. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t have cared if he was a day late in turning it in. You hadn’t even started grading the other papers yet.

Something made you flip open the folder to see what the title was. Hunter was already on his way out when your eyes widened. Shakespeare’s Tempest; A Masque of Modern Interpretation.

“Hunter!” you called, grabbing the folder and almost sending your chair toppling over with how quickly you stood up.

He paused when he was halfway out the door, looking back at you with raised eyebrows. “Yeah?”

You walked around your desk, your eyes skimming the first page as you approached him. He stepped back inside, sticking his hands in his pockets. “How would you like some extra hours towards your Doctrinal?”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?”

Your face lit up with a huge smile. “I’m working with a Director, Lawson Mire. He wants to revamp the Tempest play for a more modern generation. I know Kara had mentioned that she wanted to get some extra hours. Would you be willing to work with me on this project? Your thesis is exactly the kind of energy we need in developing this play.”

He smiled widely, resisting the urge to hug you. “I would love that. Thanks, Kicker.”

~*~*~*~*~

For the next several weeks, Hunter, Kara, and yourself spent countless hours working on the new adaption. Thinking about everything that had happened, you were amazed at your students. Hunter and Kara were some of the brightest when it came to your classes, and you were beaming with pride at the effort they put into this project.

Lawson was also incredibly happy with the work being done. He praised the three of you up one side and down the other, even offering Kara and Hunter internships with his company. They had readily accepted the offer, knowing how well an intern position with Lightning Arts would look on their resume.

~*~*~*~*~

And four months later, when the play was in production, all three of you were proud of the way your play had turned out.

The sounds of upbeat instrumental music mixed with the varying voices of the gala hall assaulted your ears. A glass of bubbling gold liquid was held in one hand while the other was used to gesture as you spoke.

Truth be told, you were bored out of your mind. Being the Producer and Playwright of the new adaption of The Tempest, you were pretty much required to attend the gala after the first showing. Thankfully, you weren’t alone. Or…so you thought. You continued to scan the room as you tried to hide the scowl of displeasure.

Lawson, the Director, had successfully abandoned you.

You turned your e/c eyes back to the group of people in front of you, chuckling as you did. You had absolutely no idea what was just said, but everyone else seemed to get a chuckle out of it, so you might as well join in.

If you were being honest, this was the part of the job that you enjoyed the least. You were more at home behind a desk with your fingers tapping away at a laptop or with your glasses sitting on the tip of your nose as you scrutinized the set. Interacting with the higher society wasn’t something you were especially good at. Thankfully, you were quick enough on your feet to get through the few hours you had to spend with them.

Your black clutch was held securely under your arm as you raised your glass slightly to the group in front of you, quietly dismissing yourself. As soon as your back was turned, you downed the rest of your drink, desperately wanting something a little stronger. It wasn’t a few moments later when a waiter paused beside you, offering the tray. You chuckled, nodding to him.

“Thank you, Gavin.” you said, placing your empty champagne glass on the tray and taking the glass of scotch that he offered. He had been one of the servers you had first met several years ago, and the two of you got on quite well. He was always there at the right moment with exactly what you needed.

There was a twinkle in his eye as he tipped his head to the side. “Of course, miss Y/L/N.”

You sighed as he slipped away, leaving you to face the crowds once again. As you began to make your way through the throngs of people towards the exit, you were swarmed by cameras. Catching you off guard, you were ill prepared for the moment. Your eyes widened and a piece of your pinned hair fell in your face as you tried to stammer out a response to the sudden flashes of cameras.

You still desperately searched for an exit as you took a step back from the press. But they didn’t seem to get the hint. You felt your heart clench and your chest tighten before the breath hitched in your throat. But as you took another step backwards, your back collided with something solid. Before you could turn around in a panic, you felt two hands land on your shoulders.

“Are these people bothering you, love?” a silky voice asked.

Not able to formulate proper words, you simply snapped your mouth shut and nodded quickly.

The hands that were on your shoulders slid down your arms in a soothing gesture before returning to their original position. You could feel a sense of calmness wash over you when you heard the stranger speak again. “If you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere to be,” he said.

He moved his hands, placing one on the small of your back to guide you away from the crowd. You moved willingly, gratitude radiating off you in waves. You were guided to the balcony doors and into the fresh air. When the crisp night air hit your lungs, you let out a ragged sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you said, turning around.

What you saw almost made your heart stop. A man with sharp features, piercing green eyes, and shoulder length black hair stood in front of you. His hair was tied at the base of his neck and his keen eyes were examining you closely. He wore a black tuxedo and a black shirt, the only color being the satin emerald tie around his neck. He was watching you curiously, one hand in his pocket and the other hovering close to you.

“It’s not a problem, my lady.” he said with a crooked smile.

The velvety tone in his voice almost made you swoon. If that wasn’t enough, he had a rich accent to top it all off. It sounded close to British, but you knew that wasn’t it.

You cleared your throat before smiling up at him. “You would think I’d be used to this by now.” you said with a chuckle. “Regardless, I appreciate it.”

He shook his head. “One is never truly accustomed to the spotlight. You handled it rather well.”

A laugh fell from your lips. “Well, thank you again. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He flashed another grin at you. “Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.” you replied, tilting your head slightly as you said his name.

“The pleasure is mine, Y/N.”

A slight blush managed to take over your cheeks. Hopefully, you could play it off as the chill in the breeze. “Well, it’s getting a little chilly out here.” you said slowly. “Would you like to go for a coffee?”

He raised an eyebrow just slightly before inclining his head. “I’d be honored.”

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[letterstolevi]

roses are red

fandom: shingeki no kyojin

pairing: eren yeager/levi ackerman

rating: e

word count: 2,261

notable tags:  alternate universe - modern setting, making out, making love, ereri valentine’s day exchange 2k19

summary: “It’s cold out today,” he whispers against Levi’s ear, words slinking past his lips like a fallen silk ribbon.

For the lovely Ms. Sarah-Jane ( @attraversiamo19 ) the EreRi Valentine’s Day Exchange <3 I’m sorry this is late ilu qhwehwdfk

read here on ao3

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Crisp winter air assaults their faces the moment they step outside of the mall, flushing their cheeks and ears ruddy. In hand, Eren carries a bag of assorted sweets, and he lets it hang low to sway by his calves. When he turns to face Levi, holding out his other hand to be held, there’s a small smile on his lips, and Levi thinks to himself that no one could be more handsome than him.

It’s Valentine’s Day. The day of love, as Eren likes to call it. The second they walk onto the promenade, they see the place is already bustling with festivities. A bunch of teenagers in the parking lot attempt to shower the sky with confetti coloured pink, red, and white. Heart shaped chocolate assortments decorate every store window, and each passerby holds gift bags with tiffany boxes to fill up their car’s trunk with. Love was most certainly in the air, that much is obvious. This day belongs to the romantics, and he is very much not one. Eren, however, is.

Unbeknown to him, Eren’s got his eyes on him, mischief twinkling in the hues of green.

“It's cold out today,” he whispers against Levi's ear, words slinking past his lips like a fallen silk ribbon.

They enter a restaurant that sits at the end of the avenue, one that Eren apparently made reservations for, and they’re seated just a short moment after arriving. The table is nice and private, not many people sitting around them, no window to distract them. It’s shaped like a crescent, which is perfect for more intimate dining. Even after settling in their booth they remain in silence, and Eren taps his lover’s hand gently to get his attention.

“Aw, come on. Indulge me for a while.” Eren tosses a smile Levi’s way, finger tapping the side of his empty glass.

“In which way?”  

“Whichever way you want. You’ve been quiet.”

Levi shrugs his puffer jacket off and folds it over the side of the booth before scooting up, nudging the tip of his heeled boot against Eren’s converse clad foot. He rests his elbow on the table, cheek squished into the palm of his hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t have much on my mind.”

Eren barks out a short-lived laugh, a grin teetering onto his face. “Really? Considering you keep staring at me, I thought otherwise.” Eren begins to roll up his sleeves, revealing thick muscle and the dark tattoos that decorate his skin.“ Like what you see?”

Levi pulls his face into a small frown, averting his eyes downwards“You look fifteen,” He says, not answering the question. Eren’s sense of fashion varied, but today it includes a red plaid flannel with the top buttons undone to reveal a snug undershirt, and ripped black jeans with holes all the way down to the calf. He looks like he should be at a skatepark, not a costly restaurant, but fashion is fashion. Levi prefers to stick to his turtlenecks and slacks, and Eren secretly prefers it as well.

“Twenty-five isn't too far off from that.”

Levi rolls his eyes. “Eren, please.”

“Please, what?” Eren takes liberty and slides a hand up Levi’s thigh, caressing it with soft touches.

Levi looks a bit startled before his gaze settles back on Eren. A question stands still in his eyes, and it is answered by a soft kiss planted on his cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Levi bats his lashes, before returning the favour with a kiss on Eren’s lips. “Happy Valentine’s.”

☆

After their dinner they sit with drinks in hand, champagne of Eren’s choice, the flavour more like a concoction of cherry. They’re waiting for the waitress to return with his card, which they’re in no rush to get, or it feels that way.

The part of the room they’re in has mood lighting, soft and somewhat dull, not that they minded. Candles everywhere, weird soft instrumentals playing off of some speaker somewhere in the room. The atmosphere is set to be romantic, and it seems to be working, as Eren can’t keep his hands to himself. He’s mellow, allowing cheeky smiles to grace his lips, enjoying the lingering embarrassment on Levi's face as he slips a hand around his waist and under his shirt, thumbing over the outline of his hip. His other hand surely having made its way back on his thigh, fingers raking soft lines into fabric. Thank god for private tables.

“Eren…”

Before he can answer him, the waitress returns with his card, leaving the receipt and wishing them a blessed rest of their evening. Eren scribbles something on it and flashes sweet lips at Levi.

“Want to go back to bed?”

☆

They’re home, and Levi’s sitting at the edge of the bed waiting patiently, watching as Eren undoes his hair from it’s half bun-like tie, allowing his hair to flow free to his shoulders. He’s got his back to him, and Levi’s eyes wander over the canvas of his back. Observing his tanned skin, free of scarring everywhere but the nape of his neck and the purlicue of his left hand. His right arm plastered with a sleeve of tattoos, abstract shapes and designs drawn from shoulder to wrist. When Eren finally turns back around, Levi can feel his heart speed up, arousal stringing through his veins, and he lifts his head up in anticipation. When their eyes meet, the expression Eren gives him is near unreadable, but his gaze stays soft. He makes his way to the bed, propping up his knee to rest on the edge of it, in-between Levi’s legs, a silent cue for him to spread. Levi scoots further up on the covers, his breathing hitching as Eren climbs up, shoring over him.

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful,” Eren says, leaning them down into the bed, pressing soft kisses over the profile of his face, hands smoothing over the small of his waist. With his lips now pressed in the crook of his neck, he can feel the small shivers that emit from his lover's body, chilled and anxious— waiting, wanting— longing to be touched. He listens to his sighs that roll off, like the content purr of a feline, soft and unsteady.

Under Eren Levi relaxes, his eyes closed and lips parted as he breathes softly through his mouth. He lay there in anticipation, his eyes may be closed but he studies Eren's next move quietly, surely. Eren’s chest begins to crush into him with soft but ample force, his arms wrap around him, teeth nip at the soft skin of his neck. Eren’s hand finds its way pressed onto his ass, and Levi bites down into the fleshiness of his bottom lip. His eyes reopen half-lidded, the dark lashes that outline them sporting a soft sheen. He taps his fist on Eren’s collarbone, spreading it out into a flat palm to push Eren up off of him. With space between them, he slides his hands down Eren’s abs, ignoring the way Eren makes eyes at him, and grabs his cock through the material of his jeans, squeezing and kneading.

“Levi,” Eren breathes, eyes closed tight as pleasure trickles up his spine, warming him to the bone. He can feel as his cock stiffens and stirs against the fabric of his boxers, making it hard to think on anything other than what he feels and breathing. He affords a low groan as Levi palms his crotch from through his jeans, still squeezing ever so lightly every now and then.

“Levi,” Eren says again, desperate, teeth grit as he yearns to free his straining erection. Though his pleas yield no reward of relief, only a soft stare from loving eyes.

When Levi realizes he’s fully hard, only then does he abandon his bulging crotch to undo the zipper to his jeans, much to Eren’s delight. Once undone the bulge sags through the opening, and he hooks his fingers into Eren’s waistband and pulls the boxers and jeans down to his thighs, and Eren takes care of the rest.

On his knees, Eren tugs off Levi’s bottom garments as well, the soft crunching of fabric being removed from his legs making him feel harder than what’s possible. He musters a frown as he discards the clothes off to the side, “Your shirt is still on.”

“You haven’t noticed?” Levi thins his lips as Eren’s frown deepens in a dramatic fashion. He guides one of Eren’s hands under his shirt and onto his chest, biting his lip again as fingers sprawl out to squeeze over his nipple. “Take it off me…”

Doing just that, Eren works the turtleneck off, and into the pile with the rest of their clothes. “There,” he says low, hoisting up Levi’s thighs. He drags his nails over the pale skin, his erection unsatisfied with just laying heavy on Levi’s inner thigh. He dodges back downward, capturing his lips against his own, warm and reassuring. The kiss rings in their chests, awakening mutual need for tongue and teeth. Levi laps at Eren’s bottom lip, and Eren accepts, opening, welcoming him with subtle passion. Soft moans from around their lips, locked inside the hold of their mouths. Saliva strings from their lips when they let go, and Eren drags his teeth on Levi’s lip before straightening himself back up, hand rolling over his lover’s abs.

“Baby, hand it to me.” He gestures to the bottle of lubricant he had tossed on the bed a little after they entered the room. With swift movements, the bottle finds its way from off the bed and into Eren’s hands, and he pops open the top and squeezes the cool gel into his hand.

“Now, be patient,” Eren cooes, as he slathers the lubricant over own cock and Levi’s entrance, a finger pressing over and pushing inside. He draws a small but exaggerated breath from Levi, who’s arching his back ever so slightly, pushing down onto the single digit that prods in him. Eren watches his fingers curl at the bedding as he inserts yet another finger, watches the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he stimulates him so carefully.

Heat swarms Eren’s belly, zapping his cock with little zings of unfulfilled pleasure, driving him to his edge. He has half the mind to withdraw these fingers and stroke himself, but patience... patience. Push and pull, thrust a little harder, scissor then rub. He looks up to see Levi’s staring at him, eyes heavy, his cock leaking plentiful onto his stomach. He removes his fingers, tapping Levi’s inner thigh, and Levi gets the hint and wraps them around his waist.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Eren says, firmly with concentrated eyes as he aligns himself at his entrance, rubbing there before pushing with one good roll of his hips. A soft cry escapes Levi’s lips as Eren enters him, his head dipping back into the pillow as he lets out a long and shaky gasp. He braces himself on his shoulders, fingers card at the soft strands on Eren’s nape before slipping into the thickness of his hair.

Levi watches as he continues to push inside of him, and Eren can see the hunger in his eyes, in the way he bites his lip and furrows his brow. He can see the want and need Levi has to be fucked ravenously, and he’ll do just that, give it to him hard and vigorous, like a starving wolf met with unexpected dinner. Sweat beads on his forehead and rolls down on his temple, his eyes sharp, hands fastened at Levi’s hips. A low growl hangs off Eren’s lips, spilling over like honey. Levi’s hot, very hot, and the way he clenches around Eren’s cock isn’t helping in the slightest. He bends back over him, slamming his hips into him with harshness, but his words softer than feathers.

“Love, you’re gorgeous. So good for me.” Eren murmurs low against his ear, relishing in his soft whines, drinking in the collective gasps for breath.

The way Levi rubs his thighs against his hips is maddening, their strong grip warming his skin, making his eyes want to roll back into his skull. Eren drives his fingertips into the fleshy bit of one of them as he begins to thrust harder, his cock crashing into his prostate whenever he dives back in. He keeps pounding harder and harder, prompting out pleas for more, more, and more. They rock their hips together, grinding their groins in sweet sweet friction. His name rolls off Levi’s tongue like a prayer, soft to the ear, heavy on his heart. He can only let himself drown in all the sensations until he can feel his balls tighten and heat pool excessively in his groin. He buries his head where it lay, bracing himself with grit teeth as Levi’s walls bear down on his cock as he soars to his climax. Levi comes with a choked gasp, his mouth ajar, limbs trembling so slightly and back arched into Eren’s embrace.

Eren knows he can’t hold out any longer, and with a few last shallow thrusts, he comes hard inside him, his hips stuttering with the spasms of his release. After a moment's rest, he slips out and rests on top of him, holding him as close as their bodies allow him to. He places kisses on Levi’s face in silence, turning himself on his back, and hugging Levi to his chest.

“I love you.”

Levi sighs softly, his hand splaying down Eren’s abdomen. “I love you too.”

#ereri #riren #rivaere #ereri fanfic #ererivdayexchange2k19 #my writing

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alright, you know what

about two weeks ago maybe by now, i made a post about how i’ve recently hit 200 followers and i’d like to do a q&a again, and even with a reblog from someone more ~*popular*~ than me, and multiple reblogs once a day for a few days by myself, i didn’t get a single fucking question. not one. earlier today i posted two pictures of myself where i felt pretty (i’ve since deleted them) and nobody i actually know of liked it and i got asked by a stranger who doesn’t even follow me if i had any nsfw pictures. i don’t get asks anymore, i don’t get shit. and that tells me that, you may be following me, but you aren’t connecting with me. and i feel that. i get on tumblr and i don’t feel like i’m friends with fucking anybody. and i did that. i know i did that. 9/10 times i let my fear of rejection and embarrassing myself overcome my desire to talk to people, so i don’t do it, or i let it fizzle out and we go our own ways and we don’t become friends. 1/10 times i actually function as a human being and make a connection or at least something that sticks a little.

so here, below the cut, is a comprehensive (loosely) list of things that i like, in no particular order at all, besides tickling, because apparently both sides of this need a little help connecting on any front.

scooby-doo

beetlejuice

the addams family

the sims

the mcu

classic disney animations; my favorites are dumbo, the great mouse detective, the rescuers, sleeping beauty, and oliver and company (it’s old enough that i consider it in the classic category)

~modern disney animations too; my favorites are treasure fucking planet, coco, and... i’m a sap, beauty and the beast. rise of the guardians too even though it isn’t disney.

musicals; i can’t pick a favorite just fucking ask me, but i don’t know a lot of newer ones honestly

empire records

the greatest showman still

cats (i mean the animals but i also like the show even though it is Weird As Hell)

my cat in particular

alice in wonderland

stranger things

space jam

tsum tsums

elvira, mistress of the dark

dice

kiki’s delivery service and specifically jiji things

winnie the pooh i don’t even fucking care i LOVE HIM AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS

silly hats

playdoh

interesting earrings

exploring libraries or big bookstores

true crime mysteries; my favorite youtuber for this is georgia marie, bless her. i also watch bella fiori and kendall rae

fictional mysteries too

i have a kind of fascination with jack the ripper and with the lizzie borden case

shipwrecks! i don’t know why but shipwrecks fascinate me! why did they go down? all the stories that went with them!

i once read a novel that was told as a series of letters, or journal entries, by people on the titanic, including the iceberg and it was THE absolute saddest book i have ever read in my life. like, obviously i knew what was coming, but i got attached to the characters, the letters made them alive and it was just like... NO. NO I DON’T WANT THEM TO DIE. I KNOW THEY’RE GOING TO BUT THEY CAN’T. and it was awful. i had to put it down and cry.

cryptozoology

the bermuda triangle theories (i’m not saying i believe sOmEtHiNg’S gOiNg On but i think some of the theories are interesting)

ghosts

the nancy drew computer games

monopoly

i still play a lot of my snes games; my go-to time killer and head-clearer honestly is kirby’s avalanche. i also play a lot of super mario rpg legend of the seven stars, super mario world, kirby’s dreamland 3, and donkey kong 2 and 3

final fantasy x in which i’m guaranteed to call almost (i can’t stress that enough) every character at some point “my child”

hyrule warriors, i know it’s not a tRuE zelda game but it’s fucking fun

same with fire emblem warriors

red dead redemption

kingdom hearts

the uncharted series

splatoon but i don’t have it wahhhhh

mind you i am not very Good at videogames, i just like to play them anyway

game grumps

ninja sex party

jacksepticeye

markiplier

monty python

crocheting

tea

harry potter

classic rock. pretty big on queen lately. i like tom petty and the heartbreakers. i like joan jett and the blackhearts.

i just... like rock. across the board. i like the offspring. i like some rage against the machine songs. acdc on the radio makes me happy. def leppard on the radio makes me happy. beartooth, starset, powerman 5000, as long as it’s got a good beat and good stuff going on behind the vocals then i’m gonna be happy. i’m way more into the guitars and the bass and everything going on instrumentally than i am vocally, honestly. the whole big guitar solo to van halen’s “you really got me” and then that bassline that comes in, that bassline is sexy. it’s so simple but i LIKE it.

anyway music as a whole gets me right in the heart and can lift me up when i am at my literal worst point

it’s hard for me to name a favorite or specific bands that i like because there’s so many and i’m not really picky about it. 

pop vinyls

good ol’ vines

buffalo wings

mac and cheese

grilled cheese

dr. pepper

i drink a l o t of dr. pepper

pretending i know how to do makeup well

history; i watch a lot of expedition unknown and mysteries at the museum, and sometimes i’ll watch a free documentary on youtube if it catches my attention. last weekend i explained the donner party to my boyfriend. just.. on a whim. because i’d just watched a thing on it and he said he didn’t really know what it was. i’m that person.

OH I SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED THIS BACK AROUND TRUE CRIME BUT I READ A BOOK ABOUT H.H. HOLMES AND HIS MURDER CASTLE AND THE CHICAGO WORLD’S FAIR. it was by erik larson, i believe. larsen? i could google this. devil in the white city. there’s been talks to make it a movie. it’s a good read though i will admit i skipped a lot of the fair parts because i was there for the murder.

i also read a book about the lusitania by the same author and i was like ohhh my goooood what. it got a little boring sometimes, i had to push myself to keep going, but i would read dead wake again.

csi: miami reruns are the greatest thing don’t @ me

dark purple and black aesthetics

just like... witchy aesthetics. those colors and black cats

if you haven’t noticed by any selfies i’ve posted, i do have my lip pierced and i love finding new lip jewelry. i have a new opal stud in and i love its look

leather jackets

combat boots; i have a galaxy print pair and a pair with classic marvel comics stuff printed on the inside and you can fold down the sides to show it. they’re my faves.

owls

drunk history

the first 5 seasons of supernatural and i still have a soft spot for the winchesters and castiel

i’m slowly making my way through watching the librarians

i’m also making my way slowly through watching the magicians

(american) football

nature walks

going to the zoo

going to the aquarium

like really take me to either of the above and i will lose my shit

road trips

savannah, georgia

the smokey mountains

last august i drove by myself from ohio to boone, north carolina for a friend’s wedding and that wedding was smack on a mountain top and it was the coolest thing i think i’ve ever done

roller coasters BUT NOT EXTREME ONES baby steps ok

log rides tho, i don’t know why, i always love the water rides

ren faires!

cosplay, even though i’m not exactly active in it myself (but i want to be; one of my offline friends is an actually-getting-kind-of-internet-famous mei from overwatch cosplayer)

cards against humanity

foosball

pool but i suck at it

speaking of pools i love swimming ... but i suck at it, i just like boppin’ along in a pool

cookouts

summer

there is nothing like being out in the middle of nowhere in summer when the evening starts to fall and the sky is dark, dark blue and there’s a sea of shimmering lightning bugs out over a field. it’s beautiful. it’s peaceful.

there’s nothing like sitting outside on a calm spring night and listening to the spring peepers (they’re frogs) either.

if you couldn’t tell, i live in the middle of nowhere. i have to find enjoyment in the little things.

campfires

dancing around said campfire, you cannot have a campfire without good music. this is when a lot of my classic rock education came to pass.

elephants

my favorite books are the abhorsen trilogy by garth nix, tied with the serpent’s shadow by mercedes lackey

i am trying to get into comic books by way of the youtube channel comicstorian. they break comic books down for you and read them aloud with the images, altered slightly to avoid copyright strikes (and that’s all made very clear, it’s not done sketchily), and it’s been really easy for someone like me who doesn’t just have a comics store close (and i would otherwise continue on as i have been, forgetting to ever look for them on the internet). i listened to injustice 1 and 2, and they covered the game. i’m actively following scooby apocalypse, and there was some teen titans stuff i went all the way through up until now. i don’t think it’s finished yet from what i remember.

i love museums

candles

i actually kind of collect tea sets

i also have a collection of sand art bottles AND IF I’M EVER AT A FESTIVAL OR A FAIR WHERE THERE IS A SAND ART STAND YOU CAN BET I AM GOING TO MAKE ONE

yugioh duels; i’m definitely just a novice and it’s just a fun pastime my friends got me into when they found their giant binders of cards again

i’m not actually that big on pokemon, i don’t know a lot of them but it’s still fun and i know some. but i did love pokemon go when my friends still played it (don’t really have time anymore, and it kept crashing way too badly on one of their phones anymore anytime they tried to join a raid and it just wasn’t fun as a group then)

i don’t have any but i like the ~look of crystals and would like to have some, not for my own aesthetic but i just... like having pretty things!

listening to the rain

how the air smells (at least where i live) after a long rain and everything is just cleansed

depression has stopped me from writing for a long time but, in my heart, writing has always been something that has touched me ever since i knew how to do it and could put my stories down on paper instead of having to just talk about them... so i’m going to include that here

root beer floats

hotdogs

hard dip ice cream (if you don’t know what hard dip means... as my boyfriend didn’t... it means ice cream that you have to use a scoop with, not soft serve)

soft serve’s good too tho don’t get me wrong

strawberry milkshakes

this isn’t even stuff that anyone would need to know on this site to befriend me at this point, nobody’s gonna message me like HEY I READ YOU LIKE STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKES ME FUCKING TOO

you’re cool if you do that lmao

so bad they’re good creature features from the 50s and 60s

the old godzilla movies

i like the moon more than the stars, but i like them too

flower crowns

bouncy balls

original skittles

this has gone on way too long, nobody is reading this, your mom’s a hoe, goodnight

no she’s not, i’m sorry, if you got this far then i hope your mom is a nice person

#about me #THERE'S A LONGASS LIST OF THINGS I LIKE IN HERE SO IF YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND THEN THERE'S A PLACE TO START #OK THEN

[plsinsertcoinz]

RWBABIES: Schnee-Nikos Family.

I’m finally getting around to posting my next RWBABIES post! I’ve been in a good mood in terms of writing, so I finally decided to finish what I have for the Schneekos family so far and sharing it with you guys!

Previous Post(s): Rose-Polendina Family, Xiao Long-Belladonna Family.

So let’s get started!

1) Weiss Schnee.

She’s currently 47 years old.

She’s working as a part time huntress. She’s also the president of the Schnee Dust Company and has been working extremely hard making big changes to improve the company’s reputation. 

2) Pyrrha Nikos.

She would’ve been 47, if she had survived her incident. She passed away at the age of 42, due to a fatal injury she received during a mission.

When she was alive, she was working as a part time huntress. She was also the owner and head personal trainer of her own workout facility, “Ironflex Fitness Center.” Weiss’ brother-in-law took over after her passing.

They have two pets:

There’s Cypress, a 10 year old Ragdoll cat (she’s completely white in colour).

And Diana, a 4 year old Scottish Fold cat (she’s completely black in colour).

Weiss and Pyrrha only had one child together and her name is Gwendolyn (Gwen) Schnee. More info will be under the cut!

Gwendolyn (Gwen) Schnee:

Nickname(s): Gwennie (used only by Beryl and she tolerates it…for the most part), Snow Angel (mostly it was used by Rodrick as a pet name, but she’s never liked it and finds it gross. Eventually he does stop calling her this), Princess (it’s used by Nariko sometimes jokingly, but mostly as a term of endearment and she likes it), Heiress (used by Tyson, Yarrow and Rhea).

Name Meaning: A variant spelling of, “Gwendolen”, Welsh origin – Gwen meaning, “white, fair, blessed”, and dolen meaning, “loop, link of a chain, ring, bow.”

Age: 17.

Gender: Cis Female.

Race: Human.

Birthday: January 4th.

Star Sign: Capricorn.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Handedness: Left.

Complexion: Pale White.

Height: 5′3.

Hairstyle: Shoulder-length, that is usually tied into a small ponytail to the right side of her head with the rest of the hair loose. Sometimes she might keep her hair up in pigtails or she’ll even wear her hair down. Bangs are usually swept to the left.

Hair Colour: White.

Eye Colour: Vivid Green.

Symbol: A tiara that looks like the one Pyrrha wore, with the Schnee snowflake in the middle. The entire thing is an icy blue colour. 

Weapon(s): Myrtenlass – A multi action dust cutlass (MADC), with the same hilt and chamber just like her mother Weiss’ weapon, “Myrtenaster.” The blade itself is silver, while the hilt and chamber are light blue. When a dust cartridge is in use, the blade glows the same colour (ex: when using blue dust, the blade glows blue). She primarily uses, blue, white, red, yellow, cyan, and purple dust. Sometimes she’ll swap yellow dust for green or burnt orange. While the cutlass is the standard form, it has two other modes. The first being that of a bo staff, the hilt extends, the blade retracts into the chamber and the top part of the staff forms. The trigger is hidden, so to change dust rounds you tap the staff on the ground two times. The second is a bow that shoots dust arrows; the longer the charge, the bigger and stronger the arrow becomes. The staff curves a bit and the bow string pops out from underneath the chamber. She always has her cutlass at her side, with a sheath attached to her belt.

Aura Colour: Icy Blue.

Semblance: Glyphs – Inheriting the hereditary semblance of the Schnee family, her glyphs have various effects on objects, creatures of Grimm, and people (which includes herself). They can be used for propulsion, creating platforms, creating shields and barriers, modifying the effects of her glyphs with dust (ex: time dilation). Another ability is summoning, which allows her to summon foes that the user has previously defeated to aide them on the battlefield. Gwen is still having trouble with summoning and is still working on it, with the help of her mother Weiss and her aunt Winter.

Current Affiliation: Beacon Academy.

Previous Affiliation: Mount Atlas Academy.

Occupation(s): Student, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.

Team: GRNT (pronounced garnet).

Team Members: Gwendolyn/Gwen Schnee (Leader), Rhea Adel, Nariko Xiao Long and Tyson Valkyrie-Ren. 

Partner: Nariko Xiao Long.

Personality: Can come off as cold when meeting new people, but is sociable, very hardworking, at some point she became emotionally distant for some time (after the death of Pyrrha, she became closed off, pushed those close to her away and tried to ignore her emotions), but she does eventually start to open up to people and be more honest with her feelings again after attending Beacon Academy for a couple of weeks, she’s a bit of a perfectionist (this trait has been less prevalent over time), very intelligent, can come up with strategies on the fly (one of the reasons as to why she’s a good leader), can be a bit bossy, but ultimately she does care about the well being of those that she’s close to and has a sense of duty to protect others. 

Likes: Iced coffee (her usual order is dark roast, with a shot of vanilla, topping it off with extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle), chocolate (her favourite is 70% Cacao Dark Chocolate), figure skating, playing the piano and the harp (sometimes Weiss accompanies her by singing while she plays), shopping, going for jogs with Pyrrha, fencing.

Dislikes: Cranberries, when people chew with their mouths wide open, when Rodrick calls her, “snow angel” (it pisses her off beyond belief), when people underestimate her abilities, insensitive pricks (she dated one for a year and she doesn’t want to put up with that again), messy people. 

Primary Casual Attire: Cardigan (faint colour gradation of blue to pale blue/buttoned up halfway/sleeves cover up 75% of her arms), stripped shirts (white, with thin horizontal black stripes/sleeves rolled up halfway), corduroy jeans (white), flats (pale blue).

Primary Huntress Attire: Poncho Sweater (faint colour gradation from white to pale blue/has a hood/her symbol is located on the back/the entire thing is lined in red), ribbed turtleneck (pale blue/long sleeved), skinny jeans (faint colour gradation from white to pale blue), high heel boots (faint colour gradation from white to pale blue/entire thing is lined in red).

Primary Sleep Attire: Pajama shirt (pale blue), sleep shorts (pale blue), slippers (white).

Primary Formal Attire: Strapless dress (a color gradation of blue to pale blue/the skirt is floor length and split to her thigh on one side/white band at the waist), shawl (pale blue), high heels (dark blue).

Accessories: Thin sash (white/three pouches at the back/the sheath for her weapon is attached to it), opera gloves (white/short sleeved).

Tattoos, Piercings and Scars: Does not want to get any tattoos right now, snowflake stud earrings (silver), has a scar on her forehead, above her right eye (received from a battle with her team against some Grimm). 

Theme Song: Mirror, Mirror Part II/Instrumental (from the RWBY Soundtrack).

If I had to pick a voice for them, I’d pick: Caitlin Glass for EN and Megumi Takamoto for JP.

That’s all I have for the Schnee-Nikos family! If you guys have any questions about them or if you want to share your thoughts, you can leave a reply and my askbox is always open! I think next I’ll work on The Wukong-Vasilias family next, so be on the lookout for that!

#schneekos #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #gwen schnee #rwbabies #rwby #gwen is honestly one of my faves #and I hope that you guys like her! #poor pyrrha though #I'm so sorry for the angst #imma start working on the seamonkys fam soon! #once again guys #if you guys have any comments or questions #my askbox is always open!