18Kumo

    "Alright, brats. This it how it goes."    Levi was standing at the front of the classroom, looking disapprovingly at class number 104, which was currently seated before him.    "School regulations state that tomorrow will be a theme day," his voice a disapproving monotone, "and it will serve as a way for the classes to mingle amongst each other before you brats graduate. And as much as I look forward to never having your sorry asses in my class again," at this his steely grey eyes flitted briefly to Eren and Jean, who were sending each other challenging looks, and to Sasha, who quickly hid whatever she was eating this time behind her b

(Y/N) has started a chat room (Y/N) has logged on Hanji has logged on ‘I’m bored - (Y/N)’ ‘Me too - Hanji’ ‘How are you bored? Don’t you have shooting to do? - (Y/N)’ ‘Yea but its sooooo boring! - Hanji’ ‘I know but we can’t do anything about it - (Y/N)’ ‘What are you doing in the moment? - Hanji’ ‘I’m listening to my music while chatting and looking at Levi getting his make up done - (Y/N)’ ‘Hahahahaha the midget needs make up? - Hanji’ ‘Don’t laugh Hanji, everybody knows how much make up means to you

The prompt in our writing class was to write about colors , so I thought I'd do this. This isn't normally how I write, my teacher told us to write like this... White.    The color of her wedding dress that hugged her bust to her waist tightly and flowed out from her hips down to the tiled floor. White.    The color of her veil that covered her porcelain skin, the french silk tulle rubbing against her nose as she glided down the isle. Red.    The color of the flowers arranged in a neat bouquet, each petal bouncing effortlessly as she hands her nosegay to her treasured friend. Red.    The color of his boutonniere that adorned on the

~listen while reading [link]~ A rewritten fiction of this Reluctant Heroes [Levi x Reader] It was like a nightmare And it’s pain for me Because nobody wants to die too fast    He wanted to scream, the amount of agony the onyx-haired male felt was unbearable, however no sounds came out of his incarnadine lips. He kept on staring in horror at the nightmare in front of his leather boots. And suddenly, his legs started to give out, and before he knew it, his knees fell to the moss-covered floor, staining his pristine white pants with crimson liquid and wet dirt. Silver streaks glided down his porcelain skin, and his head arched up at the

Snow fell outside of your window slowly, creating patterns of ice that frosted your window. It was approximately 6 AM on Christmas Eve, and you sat in Levi's arms sipping a cup of warm tea. He was asleep, his hair strewn across his face, snoring softly. You woke up early to bake a birthday cake for him, that was now hidden deep inside of your fridge, hidden behind jars of peanut butter and fruits. You snuck back into his arms (luckily) before he could realize that you were gone. Hopefully the sweet smell of vanilla would disperse before the sun rose. You placed the cup of tea on the nearby nightstand and snuggled into his chest, embracing hi

(A/N: I'm going to try to make up for my lack of publishing! QQ) "Good morning class. Today, we're going to have a new student who is transferring in from Rose University. Please come in, (L/N)," Professor Erwin called from his desk at the front of the room. You walked through the pristine white door, in a (F/C) tank-top and gray cardigan, paired with a pair of black jeans and brown combat boots. Slumped over your shoulder was your (F/C) backpack and in your hand, a steaming cup of coffee. Yawning, you announced yourself. "I'm (F/N) (L/N), a medical student from Rose Uni. I don't do friends. I'd rather you all just leave me be. Thanks." You

"Look at me- just breathe, okay?" Those were the words you despised to hear and hoping that you won't be hearing soon enough. Those were the words that your soulmate will last say to you before they disappear from your life. Will they die? No one knows. It was just proven that the words visible behind your eyelids are the words to be uttered before the latter's disappearance. Life is full of words. Each person has them. The words that were written on your wrist, to be uttered by your soulmate on your first meeting. And the words that were only visible to you, placed behind your eyelids. The choice on whether you tell them or not, reli