New Levi x Reader One-shots [Captain-Fan]

Levi x Reader - All the Things - [AU]

What had conspired between the two of you wasn't what haunted him. No, he could deal with that; change was just a part of life after all in his mind. It was always the what ifs that got to him. He always thought about how things could be better, or how his days could be filled with purpose once more. Usually he'd cover this up with a bit of whiskey late at night, but even when he was buzzed, the pain was still lurking somewhere. You were gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. He only had himself to blame though. He was a cold bastard, one that literally had no conception of what a relationship should look like. All he knew was his heart became warm and heavy whenever you were around, and it had shattered when you left him. Being your boss and still having to see you everyday didn't exactly help either. He could have fired you and had that one last vengeful stab at you, but he couldn't find it in his heart to do it. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. Even here at this place. 

    On this particular night, the alcohol in his glass wasn't exactly going to blur the image that stood before him, mocking him in every way. In all honesty, he felt as if his stomach would expel its contents at any given second. It was cruel to be in a situation like this. The worst part was, he couldn't even cry; there were other people all around him. And getting up to leave would ultimately end up with him being looked up, so that was out of the question as well. All he could think about we're all the things he should have done for you, all the things that would have made that night such a living hell. It plagued his mind like an incurable virus, only growing and deteriorating himself more everyday. But this was his reality, as sad as it was. 

         His mind wandered back to the days where your interactions had blossomed into a relationship, and the beautiful love in your eyes and face that beamed whenever you were around him. Normally, he would have though something like this was annoying. But you were different; you didn't have the "lost puppy" syndrome. No, you simply held fondness for him, something not many woman felt for him. Sure, Levi was no stranger to physical intimacy, and women were sexually attracted to him, but nothing more than one-night stands seemed to come his way. He didn't sweet talk, his manners were few and far between, and he wasn't exactly the most giving person either. How you ended up liking him was a mystery, but he wasn't going to question one of the few good things to come his way. You loved him, and he loved you. 

    He thought about all the things he didn't do. He thought about all the things he wished he had done. He never held the door for you, and he never took out on romantic dates like you always requested. He never gave you what you wanted. He wished he had complimented you more. Your hair, your gorgeous eyes, your laugh, your smile; why was one little kind thing to say so damn hard? He wished he had hugged you and held your hand more. He wished he had kissed you every time he had the chance. But most of all, he wished he had told you that he loved you. Maybe, just maybe, those three words and eight letters would have saved him from this hell. Maybe, you wouldn't have walked away so easily. He didn't know what was holding him back, giving him this crippling inability to love another properly. It was as if he were scared of falling in love, or rather, someone falling out of love with him. But this crutch of his only sent him to his own demise quicker, and now he was dealing with the consequences.

    Because of all of those things, you had started to sour a bit, reality smacking your right between the eyes. Even if Levi was your first real love, he couldn't give you what you wanted and needed. As much as you wanted him to, as much as you wanted to change him for the better, you knew things were never really going to change. He wasn't going to show up with flowers for you, he wasn't going to kiss you passionately out on the streets, and he wasn't going to tell you all the things you needed to hear, like how much he loved you. Ignoring the situation at hand only lasted a short amount of time before you became fed up with things. So, you ended things in the kindest way possible. He didn't seem hurt at all, which, to be honest, disappointed you. Were you really so forgettable, so easy to detach from? Even in the most toxic relationships, going through a breakup is hard. But he stood there, indifferent expression as always, as if he didn't give a damn. This was your reassurance that this was all for the best and that he just wasn't what you were looking for. But in reality, every fiber of his being ached to just hold you close and cry for you to stay. And when you walked out the door, you took a piece of him with you that he'd never get back. 

    As much as he wanted time to stop, the world kept spinning, and life moved on. Work continued, and he still had to see you there, every damn day. Every damn day, he was reminded how you weren't his. Your life stayed as it always way, just with him subtracted out of the equation. Levi still couldn't adjust to his new reality, an empty bed and an empty life at age 34. You were still the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning, and the last thing he thought of when he went to bed at night. Losing the one person that actually cared for him wasn't easy to cope with, especially since you were so distant towards him. But after two years had passed, he was still stuck in his post-breakup blues. On one of those random drowsy Mondays, all the office was abuzz around your cubical, chattering and excited. Curiosity got the best of him, only to witness as you and others admiring the beautiful ring now on your finger.

    He had never seen your fiancé before, but he became acquainted with him soon enough, seeing how he had started making appearances to see you in the office. The man was the complete opposite of Levi in almost every way possible. He was tall, warm, great with people; all the things Levi knew he lacked. He'd bring you lunch or take you out, send your favorite flowers to your desk, and make out with you openly, unfortunately, where Levi could see. He was Prince Charming, and you were completely infatuated with every aspect of him. Levi couldn't decide how it made him feel. He was a mix of disgust, heart brake, anger, hostility, and nostalgic all at once. If only he could have been a man like your fiancé, so outspoken about his love for you, maybe it would have been his ring on your finger. Maybe, he'd be happy in this moment because it would be his wedding reception he was sitting through.

    A toast was made to the happy couple, and all Levi could do was watch from his table as you blushed and kissed your new husband passionately. Your fate was sealed, and Levi would forever just be a coworker and ex-lover to you from now on. You'd never smile at him or giggle at him like those days a few years ago, back when he was yours. All the things Levi wanted from you were going to be given to only that man, forever. And who was he to blame? Himself, and all the things he never gave to you; all the things this man gave you. The toast had finally ended, and Levi poured the last of his drink down his throat. Maybe, tomorrow, he might finally learn to hate you.