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The last memories you had of the life before you, seemed to slither away further and farther with each passing sunrise. This new life had become your only life. You knew that you would never be able to return to the life you once lived, it was impossible now. A normal and simple life was what you had. Nothing out of the ordinary ever occurred to you, you always lived under the radar. Living in an ordinary apartment that was anything from extravagant. Worked at an average job that paid enough for you to live comfortably without worry. Simple, simple, simple. You had kept your list of friends short, taking solace in keeping a detached and so

Note 1: I'm so happy to be FINALLY DOING THIS!! Now, there are two suprises in here~I won't clarify which is which, trust me--you'll know~ Note 2: Suggestive themes and foul language lay up ahead, read at your own risk!!! And there is a sorta long build-up, I think... Note 3: For some reason, you'll be hearing a lot about Levi's eyelashes. I don't know why, but let's face it--they can make anyone jealous. Chapter 1 You yawned as you entered the Mess Hall. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, because you were helping Hanji with a new experiment. You had no idea what she was going to do with it, but you had a feeling it wasn't going

Warning: There is a swearing Levi, a sexual Eren, some interesting moments and one hell of a flashback. Need I say more? Note: This is a series. I was originally going to have five parts MAX, but it depends on how the story develops. And Levi and Eren are OOC in here. The Sneak Out Squad (Jealous!Levi x Reader Lemon) ~Part 1~       The day had started off like any other day. He woke up, got dressed and went to the Mess Hall. Only, today was different--because something was going on that he didn't know about, and it had something to do with, Eren, Hanji, Armin, Mikasa and (First). How did he figure this out? Well, it's simple, but wait--y

My family never expected me to ever want to join the scouting regiment, or even to want to go to training camp for three years, but I felt like I had to help. Right now, I am seriously regretting my helpful nature. “Scrub harder. If you want to volunteer your services so bad, you should at least do a better job than that, brat.” Captain Levi half growls from behind me, which causes me to start wondering why he’s ordering me around without doing any work himself. I don’t say anything though. I agreed to help, fully understanding what the consequences of it would be. I curtly nod to him and dig my fingernails into my r

((Contains Strong Language / Mention Of Physical Abuse)) Juvenile Temporary Detention Centre. Chicago. Thirteen years before present date. LEVI FLASHBACK Levi sat on his rigid cell bed, his back against the cinderblock wall as he listened to the officers' voices. Overhearing their conversations had become a nightly prevalence for the thug, and their stupidity irritated him beyond belief. The retards were sat at the entry desk, mulling over a current case they were both involved with. It turned out that an incident had occurred, which had to involve extra resources in the police department - The men had been working double shifts to cover i

You wait. Hours run like days. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve checked your phone for missed calls. Nothing. Everything is silent and it’s making you anxious. You were never one for patience. You go back to work, waitressing at the local restaurant. You think that doing something may take your mind off of the pending situation. It doesn't. Instead, it distracts you, and you pay multiple times for it as you mix up customer's orders and trip with food. The manager calls you into her office. You are 100% certain that you’ll be fired. However, she seems to be sympathetic to what you’ve been dealing with,

You get back into the car and Levi wordlessly holds his palm out for the car keys, beads of rainwater dripping from the tips of his fringe. You pass them over, giving your jacket a quick shake off and dropping it on the backseat. You sigh heavily, folding your arms as you lean your head back against the headrest and close your eyes. You’re worrying. Of course, you've been worrying ever since the whole ordeal started, but now… You hear the keys go into the ignition, but the car doesn't start. “You alright?” The detective’s voice is low and soft, a complete contrast to the fiery and sadistic tone he had taken wit