❝no one likes me❞ ❝i like you❞ or where calum is just a freshman in college wondering who those blue eyes belong to sequel to little hands lowercase intended ©Aug 2016 Ausllymonkey ␟

Shingeki no Kyojin -- Modern!AU Ereri Levi Rivaille is a local pianist. Eren Jäeger is a potter and a bit of a gardener, also an aspiring painter. He's a huge fan of Levi and has several music albums of his. When they sing their first duet one fine night, it becomes harder for the two to forget each other's voices... and faces.

Levi Ackerman resides in a facility for the terminally ill, angry and bitter toward the world for being stripped of his life before he's even allowed to live it. He keeps to himself and in fact shuns any kind of social interaction with anyone. That is, until he stumbles upon the music room, inhabited only by a cancer-ridden teenager who's just as lonely as he is. I do not own SNK.

Eren Jaeger, a Divorced single father of his three year old son, Hunter. Eren is a busy man, works full time trying to support his young son. While battling the new challenge of being both a mother and father all at once while still trying to be financially stable to care for his young one. Levi Ackerman, also a Divorced single father but to his six year old son, Viktor. Levi is more financially stable and able to be at home more and spend time with his own son. He's not perfect though, he struggles with insecurity problems of trying to be a good enough parent to Viktor. He became a father unwillingly and constantly thinking he's ruining his sons childhood and worried he's going through the wrong path. Eren and Levi are neighbors. Levi has no problem with babysitting Hunter while Eren is off at work most hours of the day. While they battle the tough parental life, they steadily get closer than was planned. _____________ The Divorced Neighbors, rewriting and a remake. I wrote this story back in 2014. I did love the concept but I think it could be written much better and that's exactly what I'm doing. Hope you all enjoy this as much or more as you did the original book. ORIGINAL: Created; December 10, 2014. Completed; January 1st, 2015. REWRITTEN: Created; July 16th, 2019. Published; August 23rd, 2019.

"Don't look like that. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?" A plastic red cup is being shoved into his hand and Katsuki is overcome with the desire to splash whatever contents are inside into Shouto's stupid hair. Being stepped on and trampled over by drunk and horny college students is not fun. "I'm fuckin' astounded that you honestly consider this fun." "If you'd just stop bitching for ten minutes and try to enjoy yourself, it might not be so bad," Shouto counters, waving down the barkeep to get a refill. "Fuckin' waste of time is what it is." "Compared to what? Sitting in our apartment stress eating and crying over your absolute twat of an ex-boyfriend all day?" "Fuck you." He glances down into the cup he'd been babysitting to see something dark and sweet, promises of a blackout and a hangover staring back at him. "What even is this shit?" "Hopefully something that'll get you to fucking relax. You've been on my nerves all week with this shit." "It's only tuesday, you fuck." "My point exactly." "Fuck you." Or, Katsuki's best friend abandons him at a night club in hopes to get him over a bad breakup.

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

Keegan is a boy who loves affection. He's usually quite peppy and excitable, but everything in life has turned against him. He ends up locking away his emotions and making himself distant from the world, trying to avoid further suffering. He's left a shell of his former self, struggling to get through life. He decides to take time away from his abusive life by going on a week long school trip to collect his thoughts. He is placed in situations he couldn't have imagined. Theo is a laid back jock. He can come off as aggressive and bossy, usually around his friends, though he has a heart and can be quite kind. His life is hectic and full of annoying people. His parents are inconsiderate, his friends are clingy and loud, and the rest of the school sucks up to him, which he doesn't received well. He just wants to be left alone. After deceiving his clingy friends he snuck away on the school trip, hoping he could finally get some peace and quiet. This trip would hold some surprises for him, and maybe even change his life. What future will await these two? Are they destined for greatness, or despair?

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

(Book 2 of HomeLess) Domino has always lived his life exactly the way he's wanted to. No one ever stood in his way or bothered to intervene. Unfortunately, his possessive, aggressive, and down-right nasty way of treating people has finally landed him in the big house... And people aren't nearly as easy to berate behind bars.

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.