One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Levi x Reader ~ Guide About How To Be An Adult {Modern AU}

You know it. It's hard, but it comes to you anyway. That's the thing. You can't run away from it. Why would you even? 

You're ever so excited to get it when you're little and then when it crashes upon you, you want to bring back time and smack yourself across the face for thinking such thing was gonna be as great as riding the Bat Mobile.

What I'm taking about?

Apparently it's being an adult. 

Adulthood for short and intelligent way if you want it.

Not only that, but as every shitty thing that has to be done it has it's own guide.

But that's the thing, you have to figure out all of those stuff yourself, because that guide is nowhere in the internet and I bet no one will really learn you anything about it, supposing you're a nice, intelligent adult being that can think with it's own head. 

You know what? 

I'm not. 

So doing this guide and passing it on my children (if I even get any *roll of eyes*) will be the best desicion I've ever made in my life. ... Probably. 

So, let's skip to the rules.

Rule Number One: Prepare for the horror before it comes. And with that I mean your apartment. (We all knew if beforehand, tho.)

So, now there's your glory moment, you're walking into your new life, like literally. 

Mommy and daddy are nowhere near to help and you're so independent and free and do everything yourself (we all know there's a catch right there, tho, right?), and finally you can have what you want - you're own free space where you can begin your own life from.

Yes, but personally I saw it more like a nightmare than a new beginning. Why? Because I was unpreparred for the horror my parents bought me, of course.

So, now, I'm walking down the alleyway towards the nice block a few meters away from me, I have my stuff already packed and loaded in the truck, just waiting for me to start unloading them and get them up into that angelic space called my new life and I'm super happy, like any 18 year old would be to finally don't have the chace of hearing his parents getting it on every morning in their small thin walled house.

So, I'm cool, I walk into the block, then get to said floor where my apartment is and I use the keys the landlord (very nice, but somewhat nervous man, you see, I never understood why) has given me and I unlock the door, expecting paradise itself to wait for me on the other side, I don't even know why, because we all know it wasn't gonna happen that way.

But anyway, I slam the door open and it creaks loudly back in my face, revealing what my old, dusty, disgustingly dirty and old fashioned apartment was all about.

And yet, before my grin coult turn into a horrified expression or even one of disgust as if I've just seem my best friend and her boyfriend make out in front of me, the landlord apprears and starts talking to me. 

Quite normally is not the word. 

Probably because the man himself looked slightly strange. And okay, I do admit, I just lied about the slightly.

He was wearing a tiger pattern long button up with short sleeves, a pair of green shorts, a suitcase in each of his not so muscular hands, sun cream on his red nose, a hat on covering his brown hair and a pair of sunglasses, almost sliding down that nose of his. 

I wondered why does he even need a cream? I mean, it was obvious he couldn't get get any less redder than his current version, why would he try? 

But the man was fast and he was sly like a fox I can tell you.