BrazilTheNinja

Fairytale (Cop!Levi x Cop!Fem!Reader) (AU) Chapter 1: Meeting Shorty Warning: Might contain swearing |(Name)'s POV| Another day at work. Another day of working for the Survey Corps (That's how they called our department here, in New York, I don't know why though). It's not that I hate my job as a cop. No, it's the exact opposite, I love my job. I love the adrenaline and the danger that comes, when you hunt down wanted criminals. It was something that I wanted to do from a young age. I wanted to protect the people that I cared about and that's what I'm doing right now. Back to the present though. There have been some vicious attacks recentl

** We changed the club name to the gardening club, cause it'll be easier for us to write >< . we updated chap 1 and the prologue. heh. >< did a little corrections and stuff. yes, just a little. :3 ** I was running to the club room from the cafeteria. I bought a can of peach tea from the vending machine to surprise senpai. Even though peach tea was my least favourite beverage in my childhood /// when I was still a kid, I started to get use to it and even fell for it when I found out that senpai adores it. I ran towards his class which was on the way to the club room as fast as I could to not keep senpai waiting any longer. I heard giggling c

FranceXLowSelf-esteem!Reader "Hey! Francis!!" The call caused the young man to turn towards the person who called out to him. He noticed his two friends running towards him, with the looks that they had something on their minds. His best friends, the cheerful Antonio Fernández Carriedo, and the loud Gilbert Beilschmidt came over to him as he closed up is text book. "Bonjour, you two. Comment allez-vous?" Asked the light blonde with crystal blue eyes as he stood to meet his friends. "You vant to come to zhe mall vith us? Ve need to zhink about somezhing to get for your birthday next veek!" Gilbert smirked. "Oh? You want me to come?" Fran

 (WARNING: Self harm and depression, may be triggering.)  As (Name) came home from school, she plopped down on her bed. Sighing with relief, knowing that she was away from the people who tormented her. She never understood why those people bullied her, she never did anything wrong. The only friends you actually had, were you three best friends. Gilbert, Mathais, and Alfred. You loved the three of them dearly, and you knew they loved you back. But the pain you had been through, with those bullies, just won't go away. You wanted to tell your friends about the problems, but you didn't want them to have to deal with it. It was not something

It was dark outside, and you were sleeping, tucked soundly into your cozy bed, without a thought for the frigid world outside. So naturally, when the rapping on your window started, it shocked you up and out of your cozy nest, where you sat upright, panting. Dave Strider, the guy of your high-school dreams, is standing, staring through the (literally) frosted glass. Now, there are a few things wrong with this scenario. One: Dave isn’t wearing his sunglasses, allowing the dim light of his blood-red eyes to shine vaguely through the glass. Two: He’s outside your freaking bedroom. (Uhh, major creep much?) Three: The most pleading

"A-Arthur! O-Ow.....s-stop, i-it hurts! I'm not ready!" You screamed "It'll be okay love. Just relax, the pain will go away. Give it time." A certain British male said soothingly    Alfred and Francis had been walking by when they heard you making some strange noises from behind a locked and closed door. They listened carefully, ears pressed against the wooden door. What was going on?   They heard moving on what sounded to be a bed. Then a sound that sounded a little needy.    "Do you want me to stop love?" They heard Arthur say in a soothing and loving voice    "N-No, I can handle i-it! Please keep going!" You nearly screamed    Franc