One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Thief! Levi x Lonely! Reader ~ Evidence Enough {Modern AU}

It's been months since your last interaction with an actual person. Talking to your teddy bears and other plushies didn't really help because they never answered, but you still held hope that someday they may say something back to you. Even if it's something insulting about you bombarding them with useless information every day after school.

Let's admit it all.

One girl in her eighteen year shouldn't be talking to her stuffed animals. 

Damn, she souldn't be having stuffed animals at that age, but they were your stress relief. 

Usually when people wouldn't talk to you, you just talked to yourself in your own mind. It wasn't the best, but it was something.

Plus, it wasn't like you took the best of initiatives to interact with people yourself.

It wasn't like you were the confident, optimistic and cheery type of girl both boys and girls adore and love ever so much to socialize with.

You weren't that dark one, too, you just liked to hang around the library most of the time and spend your time talking less to people, just becuse you felt like they wouldn't get you that much.

You were funny as we put that aside. And you could be cheerfull, you just had no one to be cheerfull around. 

So, here you were yet once again, sitting alone in your big room, staring ahead at the plushie tiger you had in front of yourself like it would do somethng if you don't stare at it hard enough. 

Well, or so you'd like to imagine. 

As we let that to the side, you just sighed and let yourself plop sideways onto your bed, supressing the urge to groan of irritation in your pillow as your hand searched around for the phone you supposedly had left close enough in your own hand reach.

As your hand finally got the grip of the cold devise, you brought it up in front of your face, staring at the screen with literally small to none interest at all, then just sighed and opened the music app, inserting your earplugs in it, then plugging them in your ears and letting the music take you away, instead of you trying to waste your time by imagining to make psychotherapists out of your toys.

The rhythm of your favourite song went off in your ears almost on full volume, but it was literally the least you could care about right now. 

With a roll of your eyes as you remembered today's usual not-so-really-big-event - which simply meant another escapade of one-sided insults and bullying between your classmates and a girl with lower social status - you got up from your bed and went to the kitchen of your small apartment in your quest of making your stomach stop gurgling like you're having some witch potion in a pot going on in it.

Opening the fridge however, you found only a cartoon of milk and a few tomatoes with slices of ham in a dish, left there to probably eat themselves or something. 

You never remembered buying ham to begin with so from where it came from and got in a dish even, you couldn't know in the least, but you closed up the fridge door suspicious about some aliens coming and buying you ham, then sneaking it in your refrigerator for more than possible.

Opening a few other cupboards in an attempt of finding some food you were in the mood with, you coped with some of the cereal left from last week and a cartoon of milk. 

You poured them in a bowl, letting your thoughts go with the flow as you scooped a spoon from a drawer of the kitchen island and then just sat there, listening to music and stuffing the not-that-old cereal in your mouth.

After finishing up with the ever so satisfying meal, your stomach rumbled, making you groan with irritation as you went towards your room once again, fishing out an interesting book to read, then opening the window for the apartment to get fresh air inside of it, laying down on the bed and starting to read from where your bookmark told you you've been lastly.