Cheater!Levi X Reader Oneshots

Cheater!Levi x Cheater!Reader Part 2

A/N:

So! I decided to make a second part for my previous fan fiction, with the same title as this one, and go into more detail about the reader's whole relationship. .u. Thank you for the support.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE MISTER

And I am deeply sorry for not finishing this earlier! It's just I haven't been getting too much sleep lately. Though, I've finished half at school and half now, so here it is!

XxxxxxX

 

Your P.O.V.

I sigh and ran a hand through my hair, yawning in exhaustion before continuing to pace down the street, with someone else beside me.

"(Your name)..?"

"Yeah? What's up Shorty?" I retorted and heard a small growl come from his mouth.

"Who's this suppose guy that you're 'dating'" and I saw him pull his hands out of his pockets and do his usual air quotations.

I coughed twice, which was fake, since I wasn't one to easily get a cold like Mr. Perfect here.

"Why?"

"I'd like to know. That's why, brat." I scoffed and dug my hands deeper in my coat's pockets, continuing to walk with him towards the apartment that I supposedly shared with... Jean.

 

(A/N: I used Jean because he is a loud mouth. And over-dramatizes everything O-O)

He fussed a lot. And as time passed it really did start to piss me off a lot. But as I was introduced to Levi, I sort of fell for this midget. And when I fell, I can tell you I fell pretty hard for him.

I never actually meant to hurt Horseface (we call him that)... but he was too childish and it became pretty annoying, that and the way he always tried to make himself feel a little better than everyone else.

And so, I suddenly found an interest in my boss, Levi.

But who didn't? His girlfriend, Petra, ALWAYS sent glares my way JUST because I got picked by him to be his damned assistant!

~One Night~

I groaned and stared at the laptop in front of me. It was... I-Don't-Know-What-Time and I sat there, slumped in my chair with at least ten damned tabs open.

 

What was I doing there at that time, you ask? Good question. Lately, I became interested in things like design, art and other weirder things, but no. I also had a shit-load of work to do, so here I am, listening to some dup-step music, and my headphones on. The music blasting in my ears as I rhythmically tapped my finers and foot. I finished typing one of my reports (out of the seven I had left) when I felt someone lean their head over my shoulder.

I chuckled a little and lowered the volume, befote taking my headphones off, and turned to see the usual blank-faced midget scrunching up his face, and then his face softened when I turned the volume even lower.

"Hi," I stated awkwardly, then coughed a little to clear my throat. I haven't talked in a few darned hours, so my voice faded away, and remained to be just above a whisper.

"What're you doing here at this time?" He asked, before walking to his desk and sitting down, slicking his raven locks back.