rating: 13+ (707 route + secret 02 end spoilers, idk saeran yells a lot here…)
notes: GOD. i didn’t think it’d take me two damn months to write chapter two. sorry. part of it was me working on other things and part of it was that this fic is a little hard to write because of the setting. i finally, finally ground some things out so hopefully writing won’t take as long. the keyword here is hopefully.
anyway, i’m a little worried that saeran is a bit spotty here. especially… well, you’ll see. i hope you guys enjoy this update. i’ll try to be more frequent from now on. TT_TT
i feel a real sense of protectiveness of these two guys on the internet. don’t know them personally, never will, but when i see their privacy being violated with absolutely no regard for their feelings at all. i feel so angry and disgusted. like you’re supposed to be a fan of them??? how can you violate their privacy and shit all over the person they are today???
((MERRY FLOWERS MY LOVELIES! It’s Christmas in London right now so have a wonderful day whether you’re spending it with friends, families or even just with yourself. And even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then I hope you just have a wonderful ordinary day anyway : D Zyra mun out for the night~))
Every day was a battle. His entire life a sick, twisted war and he an unwilling soldier in the fight to keep his heart beating.
Kenny had taught him how to defend himself, taught him where to puncture a man’s flesh to ensure victory.
In the underground winning a fight promised one’s survival; for another day at least.
Levi needed to win. Levi needed to survive.
He can’t allow himself to be beaten so easily.
But when Erwin’s above him, his wrists pinned to the bed in a harsh grip, thumbs stroking his pulse, lips pressed against his neck and sweet words falling like spring rain on his skin; Levi decides it is a battle he can afford to lose.
how about us using really corny pick up lines on mori, and he's just like, no stop, i know you love me but these are horrible...
aaawww!! this is so cute!
“Neh, neh, Takashi~ Can I have directions?” You asked your boyfriend, smiling up at him as you sat on the bench in the kendo gym. Mori was having his water break, and you decided to tease him a little bit.
“Hn? To where?”
You smiled. “To your heart!”
Mori looked at you, still. You frowned.
“That was supposed to work! Okay, let me try again. Do you remember me?”
“Oh, that’s right. We’ve only met in my dreams!”
“Whaaaat? That was cute! Okay okay, how about this one? I’d say God bless you, but it looks like he already did.”
“Takashi, you have a heart of stone. Let me try this. People call me ____, but you can call me tonight.”
“URGH, stupid kendo giant. This is the last one, okay? Was your father a mechanic? Then how—”
“No, he’s a—”
“I KNOW HE’S A KENDO MASTER. JUST… JUST— OKAY? Ride with me here, please.”
“Then how come you have such a finely tuned body?” You winked at him, and still, Mori did not change his expression.
“Hey, I worked really hard.. in searching this up on Google, alright?” You pouted. Mori chuckled. He bent down and kissed you.
“Wanna know something?” He asked you, his deep voice resonating in your ears. You blushed at the closeness of his face to yours.
clizzy + “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
It’s an onslaught as Clary is pushed off the train by impatient passengers. Like having to stand on the over crowded train with wet hair because her hairdryer decide to break that morning wasn’t bad enough. Now the thick dark grey clouds have unleashed their vertical downpour. Clary digs out her umbrella, a cheap neon pink small one, and struggles with the sharp clip that keeps it in its baton like shape.
“Come on…Come on…” She mutters to herself, shaking the glaringly pink stick in her hand as she’s pushed around the moving crowd like a human pin ball. “Come ON.”
She yells, already at the end of her rope before nine. “Stupid, piece of -”
Clary waves the stubborn umbrella stick up and down hoping to dislodge it. She’s soaked through now and would be better served getting to work on time but screw it, it’s the principal of the thing. She will not be beaten by Walmart’s cheap design.
With one last frustrated downswing that would make Darth Vader proud, the baton extends into a long stick of steel and pink…and with all the force of the Dark Side, low blows a beautiful businesswoman in the crotch. The woman doubles over and Clary squeaks in shock. Oh god she’s going to wind up sued for assault on the worst Monday of her life.
A tall man is already helping her stand upright again, sending Clary the dirtiest of looks as he pets the woman’s arm and holds her hand.
“Oh f- I am so sorry!” Clary says already reaching out but the woman is chuckling and brushing herself off.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” She says leveling Clary with a bright smile that drys Clary’s throat in an instant. She’s stunning, long dark wavy hair, tanned skin, sparkling eyes and a skin tight black dress under a blazer with matching heels that are so high and thin it’s a wonder they haven’t snapped and cost the goddess an ER visit. Clary’s pretty sure she’s still at home, hitting the snooze button because the woman before has just stepped out of Clary’s dreams onto a mould ridden train platform.
But her tall friend is still holding her hand and Clary’s dreams sink, plus if the look the beautiful woman’s tall boyfriend is giving Clary is anything to go by, then Clary should have updated her last will and testament. He looks like he’s attempting to set fire to her with sheer force of will.
“I am so, so sorry.” Clary reiterates. “My stupid umbrella just wasn’t working and I really didn’t mean-”
“Really, it’s fine.” She waves it off. She looks Clary up and down with a glint in her eyes. “Buuutttt if you feel so bad about it, why not buy me a coffee?”
Clary’s mouth drops open and her gaze shifts to the very tall angry boyfriend who is rolling his eyes. Clary can feel her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find the words.
“I’m Izzy and this is my brother.” Izzy introduces herself, she holds her hand out and Clary reaches for it on automatic. Izzy twists Clary’s hand in her’s and ducks to drop a lingering kiss on Clary’s knuckles.
Clary feels a bit like a boiling kettle. “Uh, Clary and I’d be delighted to buy you a coffee.”