Levi + Reader Oneshots

Hot neighbour Levi + Reader

AN:
Hello everyone this is a oneshot by my editor Jackflap101

Very sorry it is taking so long for me to write something but I have been extremely busy moving back to my home town with all this corona virus going on. I promise that I am writing the second monster under the bed Levi now and hopefully it won't take me too long to up load. Apologies once again.

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Dear Levi

Dear Ryan,
​It's been getting harder and harder to keep writing to you these days. I don't know what it is. My mum said it was a good way to try and move on, to write you letters but not actually send them; to just pretend like I can say all the things I wanted to say before you went away, but I'm not sure what to say. I remember trying to write to you about a year ago, just after you went away but it was no use. My mum recommended I try again since it's been a year and I'm still not over you, so I guess this is my shot to finally move on. I'm not sure how much to write, so I guess I'll leave it at that for tonight.
From
(Y/N)

Her room was a sprawling mess. Mountains of dirty laundry tower over the mountains of clean, the smell around her wasn't much better. It smelt like a wet dog as she hadn't cleaned or even sprayed air freshener in quite some time.

​"(Y/N)! The new neighbours are here, get dressed and come say hello!" Shouts a loud voice through the door after a few short knocks. "And bring down that stack of plates from your room! We are running low!"

Her mother was sympathetic towards her condition and didn't treat her any differently than she would anyone else. She was glad for this, as the fear of her mother's wrath made her buck up and actually get out of bed, which she was grateful for.
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She rolled out of bed, pulling on yesterday's shirt and a pair of jeans that could easily have been from either the clean pile or the dirty pile. She sauntered downstairs and taking one of the stacks of the piled dishes with her.

A smug look from her younger brother and a disappointed look from her father made her drop the dishes on the side, without washing them, and head to the front door. She didn't go out, but just watched as her mother talked to the lady moving in next door. She didn't see anyone else out there, so assumed it was just her moving in. The door behind her was flung open by her pain in the ass brother and farther.

​"You coming to help unpack, (N/N)?" Her dad asked, before she could shake her head and step back inside the safety of the house.

Before she could close the door, however, she saw another person climb out of the back of the truck. His jet black hair parts down the middle, falling loosely down either side of his face, in an undercut style. His eyes squint as they adjust to the light, letting her stare at him a bit longer without feeling guilty.

Her eyes traces down his jawline, her eyes staring so intensely that she thought they might burn holes in his shirt. Not that she would need his shirt to disappear, as it was tight enough to show her exactly what she needed to see.

His choice in clothing left nothing to the imagination, his arms looked like they were about to rip right through the shirt arms and his pecs and abs clearly too big to be wearing that size.

She continues to stare at him as he drops down and then turns around to reach into the truck. He grabs a box, but fumbles and drops it, a loud crashing sound signalling that something had broken.