Hey J! Can i request something? Steve x Reader about the song Relapse by Divided by Friday? I think the song explains it all. i think this is going to be like angsty kind of story cause of the song hehe thank you J! Its okay too if you cant,, just trying my luck ^^
Hi Gale! Thanks a lot for taking part to this celebration!
I wasn’t sure if you meant the song as the Reader’s or Steve’s internal monologue, and after listening to the song a couple of times I had a story for both the possibility… so I’ve written both. They aren’t the same story from two different point of view but two completely different stories.
These are the first time I write an imagine about a song… so I’m not sure that they are what you were expecting but I hope you’ll like them anyway.
Here the link to the song: Relapse by Divided by Friday (I suggest to everybody to go listen to it before reading if you don’t know it already.)
Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: angst, sadness, end of a relationship.
Word count: 436
The Sakovia Accords hasn’t been only the fallout of the Avengers, they have been your and Steve’s fallout.
You are back to the Avengers’ facility with Tony, Rhodey and Vision; but walking through the empty hallways there’s only one face you can see: Steve’s face. You can see him smiling from behind every corner, and jogging in the first lights of the day, right under your window.
His shiny smile keeps you awake every night, when laying on your bed you can’t stop yourself from remembering all the times the both of you have been entangled in those sheets. Your head resting on his heart, his arms wrapped around you. You looking up to him when a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. Those same velvety lips that just a second later were on yours, charming you with tender kisses. His ocean-horizon irises hypnotizing you as he said:
“I’m never gonna leave you, always gonna keep you right here next to me.”
Your heart and tongue repeated back to him those same words countless times: before a mission, after a mission, and simply out of the blue.
You are sitting are the kitchen table for breakfast with what has remained of what you had learned and loved to call your family, and as you are drowning your cereals in milk you can’t pretend to be fine. Your mind miles away, hoping that Steve would change his mind. The milk overflows from your bowl forming a little puddle on the table. You let go the milk carton. Tears join the milk on the table, as you choke on regrets.
Steve’s last words to you play in your mind as a broken record:
“I love you, but I don’t think I can be the one.”
And you find yourself saying: “Please don’t come back.”
Nevertheless, your heart still believes that together you could have been happy, if only… if only Steve would have believed in you as much he believes in his friends. You would like to be able to let go of him, but, every time his smile flashes in your mind, you feel just half of what you should be and you don’t really want this to be a closure.
Steve has sent a letter to Tony, but neither a line for you.
This is it; you can’t keep on hoping that he would change his mind. You won’t be anymore the one falling into relapse at the memory of what has been and what could have been.
“I love you, but I don’t think you can be the one.” Your lips close your and Steve’s story.
Word count: 406
It has been almost six months, but it still stings. Steve has tried to forget, to erase all the time spent with you, but your face is indelibly painted in his mind. He could draw your portrait with eyes closed. He has loved you from the first instant his eyes have landed on your warm and joyful smile. Now he can’t even get out of his house without falling for you once again, because you work in a shop just on the other side of the street and whenever he opens his front door he can see you smile to a costumer.
He tries to forget, and when he fails, at least he tries to conceal the way he feels, he tries to get over you. He really believed that you could have been happy together; he wanted your smile to be the first thing his eyes would have seen in the morning for the rest of his life. Now he can’t stop thinking to when you broke his heart. He was on one knee holding a ring in front of you, his heart running like crazy, his breath caught in his throat waiting for your answer.
“I love you, but I don’t think I can be the one.” You said, and his world fell in pieces.
And now every day is just trying to avoid falling into relapse every time he sees you smile, while regret chocks him at your sight. He remembers the long evening walks, when in the chilling wind you would shake in your multicolor dresses and he would hold you close to him whispering “I’m never gonna leave you, always gonna keep you right here next to me.” He remembers the picnics by the beach, when laying one next to the other pointing out the most weirdly shaped clouds you would repeat those same words to him holding tightly his hand.
But now his walks are lonely and the only ones to share a picnic with him are the seagulls. So now every time he thinks of you he ends up saying “Please don’t come back.” Because the truth is that even if you could have been happy together, you had never believed in him. He can’t pretend to be fine but he will not keep hoping that you would change your mind.
Now he is the one saying: “I love you, but I don’t think you can be the one.”