SlaughteredSoupy

'5 months...' You think dreamily as you gaze out your window, desperately trying to find some inspiration somewhere in your head for the art that you were trying to produce. You sigh in defeat and spin yourself around in your chair. "5 months..." You mutter to yourself. That's right. 5 months. 5 months since that awkward, embarrassing question. But even though that memory made you cringe, it also made you extremely happy. After spending more time with Levi and doing more things with him you became more comfortable talking to him, which in turn made you more open with your feelings. Sure, you still weren't bold enough to tell him I love you o

'What the hell?' You ask yourself as the pounding on your door becomes more and more rapid with impatience. You drag yourself out of the tangle of sheets on your bed and try to fix your appearance on your way to the door. You quickly glance at the clock and let out a huff when you see the time. "9 am? Who the hell gets up at 9 am?" Well, maybe it was somewhat your fault you were in such a tizzy. After falling asleep from the somewhat troublesome night at the carnival, you had woken up around midnight and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top due to the sweltering heat, and continued to draw and read and go on the internet until about

Levi pushed you into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. You were both soaking wet from the pouring rain outside, and you didn't want to move from the entryway and get everything wet, so you stood next to Levi as he slowly turned to you.   You could tell he was angry. When he finally faced you, you tried to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in your throat.   The look of anger in his eyes was nothing like you've ever seen.   He lowered his face down so that it was inches away from yours.  You shrunk back from him, your back hitting the wall as you brought your hands that were clasped together up to your chest. "What in th

A/N: in this story, the reader has synesthesia like i do in real life. if you don't know what it is, then please visit here: ❤ c: i've actually wanted to write about synesthesia for a long while. i'm so glad i have a chance right now! this is for all of my lovely watchers and friends here. i'm so glad that you all like my stories, and i've never been so happy to make friends with you!! ; v; The gentle scent of classical music filled your nostrils, the ambiance of lilac swirling the room in various shapes and patterns. You sighed, closing your eyes with a smile adorning your lips while the tip of your paintbrush flowed against the canv

~A/N: Listen As You Read! You May Need To Replay Once Or Twice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lp-EO5I60KA ~ When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks? The thick, low strumming of the acoustic guitar reverberated off of the dull walls, carrying the harmonious hum of the crooning buzz throughout the barren room. His tan digits glided easily over the slick wooden surface of the instrument as he experimented on finding the perfect chord to fit with the smooth melody flowing calmly from the simple yet

Levi woke up, dragged to consciousness, reality hitting him like a bucket of water to the face. The clammy terror of the dream followed him though, images running amok through his head. The titans, the death. The pain of loss. Instinctively his hands reached out, finding the space you normally slept cold and empty. For a terrible moment, more awful than the dream itself, he thought it's events had come to pass, and that you were no more. But he was becoming lucid quickly. You were alive, sleeping in your own bed tonight. Because of that stupid argument. He screwed his eyes tight shut, and groaned, fingers digging into his pillow. He had to

            His hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders; his forehead touching yours while his calm, grey eyes locked with your stunning orbs. You both swayed around, your vanilla-scented breaths tickling his face, and making him pull you closer. Levi wondered how you always smelled like vanilla, and how your mouth always tasted like it, too. You moved your hand to rest on the side of his neck, delicately stroking it with your thumb, and running it over a healing scar he got from the last battle. That’s how both of you liked it. A night where both of you can be alone, together. ♦ When my hair's all but gone and my memor

“Cadet (Last Name),” a regal voice called out to you while you were in the stables tending to your golden stallion, who you so affectionately named ‘Sundance’. You were preparing to go off on a quick mission, being the last member of Levi's team who hadn’t been killed by the Female Titan. You paused in grooming your horse companion as you turned to find Commander Erwin approaching you, squad leaders Mike and Levi walking behind on either sides of him. You quickly dropped the brush into the bucket of horse care products then stood up straight and saluted your superiors. “Cadet (Name) (Last Name), sir!”