One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

The 2192nd Day [Levi | Reader | Modern AU!]

Day 1

I'm not usually the type of person who keeps a journal even though shitty glasses called it a 'diary', I'll show her a fucking diary next time I see her.

To the point, -I'm getting worse, my nightmares are also getting way worse and my therapist thinks it'd be good if I had where to write down all of my emotions. She gave me two choices: a blog or this. The choice I did was obvious.

Today was a boring day, but I have to start this somehow and I'm not sure anything interesting will happen, so... yeah, that's it for now.

Day 5

There's this new woman that's working with us, she seems annoying as fuck, but I'm labelled her boss so we're sure to see each other here and there. She seems kinda nice, all too nice if you were to ask me, it's annoying how she seems to care about everybody when it's obvious you can't care for so many people at once.

She could be called plain, but the good kind of plain, you'd wonder how'd you never noticed her before once you actually get a good look.

This journal thing is pissing me off and I myself am yet to see some kind of improvement, but my therapist is a bossy bitch so I guess I'll have to keep this up.

I almost forgot, the new woman's name - it's (Y/N) (L/N). Doesn't sound too bad. But she'll be trouble, so.

Day 7

I'm writing this during a meeting because I'm bored and currently I don't have to speak. We're not even doing some kind of a deal, we're fucking arguing whether to buy a new coffee machine for the board of directors or not, I already said I was for the idea (because I am after all a part of the board of directors and I think we deserve some shit) and I sat back down, I don't think any more is needed from me.

However, my shirt is clinging to me in a painful and rather irritating way and it's all that new woman's fault. On her very third day in the company, she spills coffee all over her boss. If this isn't a mishap created by devil I don't know what is, but she seems to realise the fact she's not making a good impression so far.

Well, I am the person her salary depends on so she has to at least try and not be a clumsy little shit in front of me. Plus, this was a new shirt. Not that I liked it, actually shitty glasses picked it for me and I hate it, so I'm kind of glad it's now stained forever. I won't even try to wash it when I get back home.

Ah, shit, Erwin's calling my name, I've been writing all too much.

Day 21

I'm stuck here writing a report and I won't be able to write in this thing later, so I figured - why not during my tea break with that woman?

Yes, that woman as in (Y/N) (L/N), the goddamn woman who spilled boiling coffee all over the shirt I hate, the woman whose cat I found sitting in my office chair at 6:30 in the morning about a week ago, the woman who somehow managed to make profit in less than a month of her stay in our company.That woman.

I'm amazed at how nonchalantly she's staring at me as I write this shit, pretending it's work. It's not like I'm not capable of killing her. We're alone and after all she's done to me she can fucking hope killing her is the only thing I'd do to her. She doesn't seem to fear me, though. Yesterday she fucking asked me about my past. Annoying, that's all I can say about her.