AlexHeartfillia

Ch.0 I let out a small sigh as I sat on the sofa, rubbing my temples in deep thought. 'If I didn't love Erwin, I wouldn't have married him. I love him with all of my heart.' At least that's what I kept telling myself. It all started about a year ago. Erwin had took me out for dinner to commemorate our 2 year anniversary together and he popped the question, right in front of everyone that was in the restaurant that night. I have to admit, it was cliché but it was Erwin. The love of my life. That was before I met Levi, a stoic man with a silver tongue and looks that could kill.

       (Name) was going to kill him.     Lev and Kenma were going to kill him.     He’d spent so long practicing for their next game that he lost track of time and forgotten to pick up the boys. Tired as he was, Kuroo had run across campus to the daycare in ten minutes flat. A new record, he noted. It definitely deserved a mental high five. Now, sucking in a deep breath and pushing himself upright, he pulled open to the daycare and walked in.     He’d expected the boys to be angry at how late he was. He’d expected to be scolded by the daycare staff. But instead he found both boys entertained at the table, scribbling aw

 touch. | merman!rin matsuoka х gn!reader Rin's known you for ages now. You live in house just near the docks. He can see your house from the docks, and sometimes, he can see you through the window. You often come down to sit on the dock and stare into the sea. He thinks humans are pretty weird, loafing around rather than hunting for food. But hey, he's weird too, because instead of catching fish to feed his family, he finds himself taking time out to hang out with a human. The merman didn't know why he felt so comfortable around you – maybe it's because you're so sweet and pleasant to be with — but he's not complaining

♛ Author's Note: This story contains racy foreplay and implies sex. Reader is over 18. Captain Levi had been especially shitty to you recently. He usually treated you like the other soldiers, but lately, you noticed he'd been targeting you. All throughout training, he’d reprimand you for stupid reasons. It felt like he’d been watching you more carefully, and though the thought made you happy, you soon discovered this new-found attention wasn’t as great as you’d imagined. This meant he criticized every little thing you did and pointed out every mistake you made. You had just gone through the morning with a pit i

My name is [Name] [Last Name] but I usually live by [Stage Name]. That, I did until a week ago. I got fired. The theater director fired me because, well, um, I just got too old to play the role. Yeah so they just had to fire me when they could've gave me a new role. Just because I got into fight with the lead role actor 4 times doesn't give them the reason to fire someone! “I can’t believe it.” I muttered to myself as I got off of my mom’s car and stare at the entrance of Trost High. I frowned as I pushed open the door. Scene 1, the main character enters her new school. My sister always told me that school was loud,

    Were they starring? They were starring.    You shifted your hand over the fleshy bruise encompassing your left eye. It was so embarrassing to even be here. You could handle yourself, you didn't need any damn police officer giving you fake sympathy.    The entirety of the bullpen seemed to be giving you the eye. Hardened criminals were handcuffed to benches, waiting for lawyers to arrive. Witnesses and bail bondsmen chatted with the officers at desks. And here you were, a young woman stranded on a cushy chair, looking like you had been in a bar brawl.    You ignored the curious looks and concentrated on the desk facing you. Not much

        Levi wasn't sure how it happened, only that it did happen, and even that he was barely sure of anymore.    Maybe it was because you two never did get caught. Could some masochistic, voyeuristic part of him wanted the secret to spill?    His thoughts drifted lazily as he watched a pencil roll to the edge of his desk and pause, teasing him, making him ache for the simple noise of it hitting the ground.    Panic attack.    That's what it would be labeled as, if he were to see any qualified doctor or physiologist.    "College professor, huh. Got any hot students? Have a little fun with them?" A companion had queried just last we