One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

The Walk of Shame [Levi | Reader | Modern AU!]

Oh, God.

It was basically the first thought to settle into your mind upon your grand awakening. Your memories of the previous night were torn up and what was there was blurry and vague - a side-effect all the consumed alcohol had caused your poor being. However, two things you knew for sure - the reason you were here and who you were with.

For a month you'd been knee-deep in depression and self-pity talks, only smiling around your friends and sometimes colleagues. The reason for that was your cheater of a boyfriend, who had been going off behind your back fucking other women for god knows how long. It later turned out to have been the last two months of your relationship. It broke your heart because you had actually thought for once you'd found the one. Naively enough, you considered the one before that for your chosen by god significant other as well. And the one before that. Well, as a whole, you spent the first twenty-seven years of your life in search of the perfect significant other, shortly after that giving up with the hope he'd come to you if you waited long enough instead.

It didn't work out that way and while you were coping with the idea you'd already been through over seven boyfriends and they'd all turned out the same way, your performance at work had started dropping. You loved your profession, but it was the last thing you thought of in contrast to many other people who used it as an outlet for strong emotions and thoughts during a hardship.

You were an editor for a big company, but you were afraid of paying a visit to your assigned author because you may just as well end up losing your job. You collected and edited his works still, telling him which parts would create profit and which clichés he could stick to during his writing process. It was easy to work with him, but he had a short temper and was quick to state his opinion on all and every matter, so you thought it'd be for the best not to visit him personally during your period of coping.

That, of course, added to your recent gloomy mood had resulted in your friends attempting to make you mingle again. And finally, after a week full of persuasion and thoughtful arguments, you'd agreed. You'd gone to a bar with your friends Hanji, Dita and Nanaba and you'd gotten so wasted you could barely remember how the night had begun.

However, one thing you did remember - Erwin Smith. Tall, blond, muscular, with the kindest smile and the deepest blue eyes ever - a dream man out of a movie.

You'd started talking to him after he'd approached you at the bar while your friends danced their asses off a few feet away on the dance floor. At one point, the more you drank, the harder it was to focus on Erwin's words under the booming music and flashing lights, so he'd brought you out for a gulp of fresh air. You couldn't remember the exact things that had happened after that, but you briefly managed to recall the mind-blowing sex you'd had at his apartment later the same night.

Now that you were attempting to sneak out of that very same apartment unnoticed, you realised - the walk of shame was an actual thing.

You may have enjoyed the sex, but you barely remembered anything Erwin had told you about himself. As to avoid the awkward morning interaction, you decided to sneak out before he woke up. Of course, it wouldn't be that hard... right?

Right. You nodded after having collected all of your clothes and changed in the living room. You snatched your high-heels from their place by the entrance door and briefly glanced towards the bedroom (wow, the man's body was so nice you wondered how he hadn't dropped from yesterday's ten to a complete zero because you were sure you were only dreaming he was that gorgeous) before slowly opening the door and slipping outside.

Your feet padded softly along the stairs of the apartment complex before the chilly morning air brushed against your skin. You considered putting on your high-heels, but with the hangover you had, you doubted you'd be able to walk straight in them without causing yourself spinal damage in the process. You held them in hand while awkwardly tugging at the straps of your (f/c) top. It was obvious it hadn't been ironed, which just meant you hadn't changed out of yesterday's clothes. That could also be seen on your face, where your light make-up had smeared left and right due to all the sweat you'd produced during yesterday's... late-night activities.