#that one picture of him from behind with his tiny waist literally haunts me to this day

[omegalerc]

Sauber charles is the most breedable Charles, I don't make the rules

there’s definitely a hierarchy of breedable charles (which we can discuss in full later) and im afraid sauber charles will always top this list. Like… it’s to a point that anytime i see pics from this era of him i actually gasp. both at his sheer beauty and then the fact he was just walking around looking like that unmated

[yeongwvnhi]

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᴬᵍᵃⁱⁿ

Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do. 

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it. 

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings. 

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time. 

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out. 

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams. 

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic" 

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them. 

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram. 

One peek won't hurt, right…? 

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page. 

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year. 

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual. 

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight. 

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face. 

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?" 

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'. 

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed. 

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face. 

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low. 

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way. 

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into. 

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?" 

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do. 

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure. 

But the damage is already done. 

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him. 

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand. 

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-" 

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting. 

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N" 

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile. 

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now. 

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain. 

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick" 

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two. 

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along. 

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him. 

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-" 

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you" 

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?" 

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower. 

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved. 

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came. 

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself. 

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all. 

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit. 

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit. 

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?" 

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask. 

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?" 

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest. 

"So, uh-" 

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes. 

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you. 

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure. 

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general. 

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago? 

Baekhyun remembers it all too well. 

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff. 

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other. 

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone. 

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening. 

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes. 

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts. 

"How has life been for you?" 

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now" 

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic" 

"Have you… found someone new?" 

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see" 

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on" 

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither" 

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway" 

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock. 

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time" 

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth. 

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort. 

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose. 

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags. 

"Shut up" You weakly fight back. 

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?" 

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face. 

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist. 

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?" 

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you" 

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle. 

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses. 

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours. 

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now. 

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth. 

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?" 

"You bet" 

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 9:

FMRN

Would You Go With Me

My Stress

Today was the day, Leo was moving to Gryffindor with two sexy hockey players who actually want him. He hasn’t stopped smiling for the last 26 hours. He was currently in the shower while his boys packed a ‘sexy time’ bag in his closet. Casually bopping to the beat of FMRN as he rinsed off his body. Stepping out of the shower he starts drying off. Legs, stomach, chest, face and everything else. Walking to the closet for the connecting door to the bathroom he finds Finn sitting on a suitcase and Logan trying to zip it shut. Shaking his head he walks over to this plane clothes and starts getting dressed, just a simple pair of jeans, t shirt, belt and baseball cap.

The music was still in the background as Logan jumps up and whoops with triumph. Skipping over to Leo he pulls him in for a rather aggressive, excited, kiss with Finn following with his own sweet and gentle one of his own.

“That bag is crazy full, just so you know.” Finn smiles and kisses Logan’s forehead, the shorter of them was still buzzing like he drank six energy drinks. They heard a bell being rung for breakfast and all sprint over each other to get downstairs.

Judy does not play when it comes to breakfast.

After a healthy morning breakfast of shrimp and grits, or cheese grits if you are Leo, everyone started packing up the vehicles. Leo gets car sick a lot of the time in smaller cars so he is driving them to the airport, ‘them’ meaning Clay and Reg… Finn and Logan got kicked out into Thomas and Noelle's car. Logan fought a little about it but Finn knew that Leo still needed his space. So convincing Logan to go with him by offering a bag of salt and vinegar pork rinds, was rather easy.

Finn has noticed how easy to fall Leo is, he just hopes that Leo doesn’t hesitate with them. Logan didn’t make a very good impression the first time they left. Ever since then Leo has been, understandably, cautious around them. It hurts a little but Finn only ever notices after he looks back on a situation. How Leo looks unsure or hesitates to touch them.

He figured them living together might help Leo open up to him. He just wants him to be happy and safe with them.

“Why am I so nervous…? I have been talking about these two for the entire summer. Shouldn’t I be more excited?” Leo opens the gate with an app on his phone before setting it down in the cupholder. Reg and Clay share a look.

Leo has taken to getting drunk to open up about his fears, Reg and Clay have both become therapists for a sad Leo who isn’t thinking right. It usually stems from Logan's words he used to kiss Leo goodbye for the first time.

‘You are just… a guy who we had a fling’

‘You don’t mean anything to us Leo’

‘Stop being a fucking child Leo!’

Those words haunt Leo when he isn’t distracted in some way. It has gotten better ever since their trip to Gryffindor the first time, but they knew it still bothered him.

“Maybe it's because you are living somewhere away from Peanut for so long.” Clay smiles at him when their eyes meet in the rearview mirror.

“I did try and convince Logan to let him come with, but it was a no. I still can’t believe he is afraid of horses.” Leo snorts and visibly relaxes.

“You know you can always stay with me if you ever need anything, right?” Reg looks at him and gives him a soft smile. Leo squeezes his bicep in thanks. They continue the rest of the drive by Clay annoying Regulus until Reg climbs into the backseat to give him a couple of smacks with a bag of sunflower seeds.

A plane ride and a sleepy car ride later, Leo was carrying most of his bag into Finn’s apartment. He set everything down in the second bedroom and looked around. This was the smallest bedroom he has ever been in… But he was hoping he’d be spending most of his time in the master bedroom anyway. Biting his lip at the thought he is jolted out of his thoughts by two idiots trying to squeeze through the room door at the same time.

“I think we are stuck…”

“Non, I can get us out!” Logan pushes the bag that was in between then onto the floor and they both go toppling over. Leo couldn’t help that laugh that flew out of his mouth. He walks over to help them out just to be pulled into the pile on the ground. Right on top of his baseball bag.

“Oh fuck! Bat in my ribs!”

“You brought a bat!?” Logan is looking at him like he's insane but helps him stand after pushing Finn off himself. “How are you going to use that on the ice?”

“Lo… he plays baseball, not hockey.” Logan rolls his eyes and just ‘blah blah blah’s behind Finn’s back. “Why did you bring it though? It’s going to be too cold to play.”

“Gryff has an indoor batting cage, I looked it up before we left. Shouldn’t you know everything here by now?” Leo starts laying the bags out in a line and opening them up to start organizing the room. Clothes are first.

“Lo doesn’t get out much.” He gets a swift smack to the chest with a pair of long socks from said hermit. Rubbing his chest he smiles. “I have no excuse. Where do you want these?” Holding up the third pair of boots he has found while rummaging in Leo’s bags he holds them up.

“By the wall please.”

“So polite. Logan, you could learn something from him.” Logan makes a sound of offense and was going to say something back in return but Leo turns on his speaker and starts playing some country yeehaw shit, it's growing on him and he won’t lie about it.

“I love this song.” Leo grabs Logan by the wrist and pulls him close, one hand on his waist and the other interlocking their fingers. Swaying to the beat he suddenly pulls away to grab Finn's hand and spins him into his chest while singing “If I gave you my hand, would you take it And make me the happiest man in the world? If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, Finn. Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea? Let me know if you're really a dream. I love you so, so would you go with me?”

Swinging Finn around as Logan watched in awe Leo is pulling away from Finn and holding his hand out to Logan. Breathing slightly heavy just smiling his bright chipped smile with his wild blue eyes. Logan can’t help but take his hand and let himself be spun so his back is to Leo’s chest as he mumbles those same words into his shoulder. “If I gave you my hand, would you take it? And make me the happiest man in the world? If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, Lo. Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea? Let me know if you're really a dream. I love you so, so would you go with me?”

Hours of dancing and actual unpacking later, Logan had to leave to watch the kids while Celeste and Dumo head to their eye appointments. Leo was sprawled out on the sofa, mostly asleep, when he felt a kiss on his temple and heard some mumbling.

“I’m going on a run, I’ll be back. Okay?” Nodding a couple seconds later after the question sunk in, Leo gives him a quick peck on the lips and buries himself back into the couch.

When he wakes up Finn still isn’t back, his own phone is dead, and it's cold. He sets his feet on the ground after sitting up and a shiver runs through his body. Wrapping his arms around himself he walks to his new room and pulls on his thickest socks, that just happen to have a hole that his big toes catches on. He also decides to change into his one pair of sweats, the Lions ones from the hockey game, and the sweatshirt he wore with them. Putting the hood up and pulling it tight so just his face isn't covered, tying a little bow he doesn’t care how he looks, he’s warmish now.

Wandering into the kitchen and plugging his phone into an outlet in the island, he texts the boys asking what they want to eat, turning on the oven would feel nice. While he's waiting for a response he decided to look around. He walks into the living room where he was just napping to look at all the pictures Finn has of his team, family, friends and him and Logan.

Smiling he picks up a picture frame with Finn on some guy's back, Leo thinks his name is Kasey if he remembers properly. They are in a fountain but only Kasey is wet. He sets it down and picks up a picture that is not in a frame but just laying on the table. Odd. It is of Finn and Logan, they look younger and Logan has a blonde streak in his hair. They are smiling wider than Leo has ever seen them smile. Finn has his arm around Logan’s shoulder and Logan has his arm around Finn’s waist.

Their cheeks are pressed together. It’s sweet. Leo turns the picture over and reads what is written on the back.

‘The year I found the one.’

Leo smiles and sets the picture back down, walking over the wall that has pictures literally taped to it. He makes a mental note to buy some frames. He is taking in all the smiles of people he didn’t know, a man looking like Finn and Finn actually headbutting in a picture makes him laugh.

He hears his phone ding with a text notification, he makes his way over and notices the corner of a picture sticking out from under the couch. He pauses in his path and bends down to pick it up. It’s folded, but it’s a picture of Finn and Logan at the bonfire that Leo took them too. Leo unfolds the side of the picture and realises… there is a crease over his own face.

Ouch.

He folds the crease again and sees how it completely cuts him out of the picture. Leo actually has this same picture in the back of his phone case. Suddenly that tiny drop of doubt becomes flooding water filling up his head. Putting the picture down on the counter after he walks back over to the phone.

He opens his messages to the boys needing steak for dinner… maybe… Did they forget? He sighs and feels the doubt flooding from his brain to his heart. Shaky hands start some music to hopefully distract himself from the smell and texture of meat. Clicking his phone off he starts working on dinner.

Finn and Logan walk in the apartment together, laughing and still sweaty from the run that Logan joined Finn half way through. Taking off their shoes and setting Logan’s bag by the door, a heavenly smell fingers their nose holes.

They share a look of confusion for a moment when they realize the smell is actually steak… They thought Leo would have gotten the joke but maybe not. Maybe the ‘lol’ and ‘lmao definitely’ weren’t obvious enough. They make their way to the kitchen and hear the music and the sizzle of a pan.

They turn the corner to see Leo, looking rather sad. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks slightly green, he is watching a small steak cook in a pan with no emotion in those normally challenging eyes. His hair looks like he has ran his hands through it and gripped it so it is standing wildly on his head. His hood is tied but not on his head. He is slightly shivering from either it being cold or something else.

Finn was the first to approach him. Resting his hand gently on Leo’s as they hold the spatula with a death grip, he takes the tool away and tosses it towards the sink and having no clue where it landed. Logan has taken it upon himself to turn off the stove and move the pan off the heat.

“Leo?”

“Are you using me?” Leo just blurts out what he is thinking and automatically regrets it from the look of hurt on Finn’s face and the look of anger on Logan’s.

“Let's talk about this while we clean these.” Finn holds up Leo’s hand to inspect the tiny knife cuts he accidently got from chopping onions. Being pulled towards the bathroom, Leo is told to sit on the counter. He does. Logan takes the peroxide from Finn and wets a couple of cotton balls with it.

Scrunching his nose as Logan dabs his small nicks he looks up at Finn who is holding two boxes of bandages, one box is Bob the Builder theme and the other is Hello Kitty. Smiling Leo nods towards the Hello Kitty ones.

“What makes you think we are using you?” Leo zones out for a second, thinking about the song that is still playing in the kitchen and how they need to turn the music off. “Leo.” He remembers that he was being asked a question and clears his throat.

“I don’t know, It’s just that you guys were already together before I came into your relationship. I just feel like maybe I’m just here to piss people off or as some… I dunno fetish maybe. I know it hasn’t been super long but I thought that maybe you would have one or two pictures of me. And I saw the folded one where it’s folded over me…” He is avoiding looking at Logan at all costs.

“I can’t speak for Logan,” Finn cups his cheek and makes him look at him. “But I really really like you, and I’m definitely with you, for you.” Smiling at him Leo lets himself be kissed and melts into it. Pulling away they both look towards Logan, who seems to be lost for words.

“I can’t believe you would think of us like that!” Finn gives him a warning look and Logan takes a deep breath. “Sorry, I just- I’m not good at this type of stuff. I’m really bad at expressing my feelings and emotions, usually I show them in other ways.” He takes Leo's hand and plays with his fingers. “I’m sorry I just snapped a second ago, I’m used to Finn speaking for the both of us… but I’m realizing that makes us ‘one’ in this relationship when obviously there are two of us that really want you.” Leo smiled a little and lifted Logan's hand to his lips giving it a few kisses.

“I really like you too, Lo.” he smiles the tiniest smile and turns to look at Finn. “I like you too.”

Logan and Finn lean in to kiss Leo’s cheeks at the same time. Smiling, Leo lets himself receive the affection without worrying if it's real.

He can worry when he is alone.

[astraeagreengrass]

Delicate

Steve has an important question to ask you

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 2.051

Warnings: Idiots in love, fluff

A/N: I couldn't let this month end without submitting something for 30 Days of Chris, a wonderful initiative by @jtargaryen18​ to celebrate Chris Evans and his characters. This was proof-read by @xbuchananbarnes​. The title and inspiration came from Taylor Swift's Delicate. I hope you like it ♡

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (Delicate) Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Thunder clapped in deafening noise, briefly drowning out the relentless honking of cars stranded on 6th Avenue.

Storms weren't that unusual for New York City, but you always felt like they didn't belong - as if even Mother Nature's mood swings couldn't compare to the might of the concrete jungle, with it’s skyscrapers reaching as high as the sky itself. The city was a man-made wonder, cemented with defiance instead of concrete. It was the perfect place for a superhero to call home.

And his home was too far from yours, literally and figuratively. Still, Steve Rogers was nothing if not worth the effort of bracing the traffic from Brooklyn to Manhattan during rush hour on a rainy Friday evening.

You’d taken the day off work to get dolled up at your cousin's salon. Tried on different updos, changed your nail color twice and your lipstick shade thrice. Spent the savings you didn't really have on a dress you couldn't really afford and got blisters on your feet from practicing walking with stilettos. Going to a Stark Foundation gala was not a typical night in your life, even if you were maybe, sort of, dating Captain America.

It was a grey zone, the same shade as the heavy clouds that overcast the days you spent apart. Steve was spring; he was the early morning sun and fresh flowers blooming. A a week without him and the city - hostile and relentless and screaming his name at every corner - darkened.

You’d gone longer without seeing him, of course, but that was before he flooded your veins with golden infatuation. Steve Rogers was in your blood now and you didn’t even notice how he got there. Was it in late January, having coffee together after months of running the same trail? Or possibly in early March when you walked the Brooklyn bridge at night, just you, him and the specks of snow lazily trickling down from the heavens as Steve kissed you for the first time? Perhaps it was yesterday when his throathy, tired voice whispered through the phone: "I miss you".

You hadn't talked about it, whatever it was. You'd run together everyday, eat pizza at tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurants and kiss - soft pecks and gentle brushes to his nose and cheeks that'd turn into a tug of your bottom lip and a swipe of his tongue - but you weren't his girlfriend. He hadn't asked you to be. And maybe if he was any other guy you wouldn't have such anxiety over not knowing, but Steve was old fashioned.

The fragility of you and him was haunting. If Steve was spring then you were autumn, falling apart for him little by little, like brown leaves disentangling from their trees. It was terrifying to now know if he would be there to catch you before you hit the ground.

And yet, hope lingered. It lived in the scratch on fingertips as you paid the taxi driver and in the stray raindrops that wet your skin ahead of the doorman coming to your rescue with an umbrella. It trickled from your words as you gave your name to the hostess and swooshed the air around the skirt of your dress as you entered the main part of the building.

Hope was a tall, blond-haired man waiting for you on the top floor, the first person you saw when the doors open and you exited the elevator. Steve's handsome face breaks into a relieved smile, tugging at every one of your heartstrings. With one, two, three strides he has in you in his arms.

"Hi," he breathes out in your hair. "Thank you for being here."

"Of course," you whisper back, because there's honestly nowhere else you'd rather be.

Steve is sure his bones have dissolved, and the only thing keeping him standing is the press of your body against his. He feels frail, weak as he was before Erskine's serum; he feels strong, stronger than science could ever make him. He dies a thousand deaths and comes alive a million times in the brief, yet infinite moments of your hug.

"I love you," he almost screamed to the crook of your neck, holding it back at the last second.

Tony’s warned rung in his mind:

"Things are more casual these days, Capsicle," he’d explained one morning over breakfast. "You don't really ask if she wants to be your girlfriend. It happens naturally."

But Steve wanted to ask. He wanted to meet your parents and stress over making a good impression. He wanted to court you. He wanted to introduce you to every single person in this lousy party as his girl.

A throat being cleared broke you apart. A pretty redhead woman stands a few feet away, hands clasped behind her back and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You must be Y/N,” she smirks. “I’m Natasha.”

She was quicker than Steve's protest, snatching you by the arm away from him and into the glittering crowd.

"Romanoff!" he exclaimed.

"Get over it, Rogers," she retorted, then, as if you two were old friends, whispered: "Everyone's been dying to meet you."

Natasha maneuvered your bodies between the guests, nodding politely to some and waving to others, while Steve followed like a lost puppy. Unlike her, Steve wasn't as good as excusing himself from the admirers and he swiftly lost you in the sea of adulation.

By the bar, two men watched the scene, failing miserably at hiding their laughs. You knew them, of course. Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, Steve's best friends and teammates. Avengers - just like the woman holding onto you.

Bucky was more reserved, offering you a handshake and a pleasant smile, but Sam was a hugger and a hell of a good one. He had a mischievous grin when he said:

"I can't believe I've finally met the famous Y/N!"

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"I'm famous?!"

Bucky snickered.

"Damn right you are! Do you know how long we've been asking Cap to bring you over? I must say, there were times I thought you weren't real," he shrugged, still grinning, and Natasha playfully punched him in the arm.

"Ignore bird brain over here," she said. "Although he's right: it did take too long for Steve to introduce you."

"Only he didn't," Bucky quipped. "I'm sure I saw you interrupting their moment by the elevator."

"He was never gonna let her go if I didn't!" she justified. "Besides, it was his turn to interact with the mayor. I heard his monologue for the past two parties and I'm not doing it again."

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Steve a few yards away chatting - or rather, listening - to the mayor. He had his hands on his waist and a frown between his eyebrows, but, as if he felt you watching, his face relaxed and he smiled - bright and warm and Steve.

Sam whistled.

"Damn, he's smitten."

The mayor held Steve up for several more minutes - enough for you to decide to not vote for him if he tried reelection. And although it was a nerve-wracking to be in their presence at first, Natasha, Sam and Bucky engaged you in friendly conversation as if you'd know each other for ages, laced with easy going banter and funny anecdotes about Steve.

"So when we get to the first loop, Stevie's gone green," Bucky recounts "And lemme tell ya, I've never knew someone so skinny could throw up so much. The girl in the car in front of us started screaming because his guts went straight to her hair."

You laughed, a little louder than you would when talking to someone for the first time, but perhaps that was because Natasha made her drinks on the stronger side or because you could just picture Steve throwing up at Coney Island.

"Please tell me you're not telling her about that time at the Cyclone," someone groans behind you and a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You'd failed to notice how beautiful he looked when you walked in, or rather, how beautiful his outfit was. Steve was always handsome, but seeing him in a suit brought butterflies to your stomach. Your gaze followed the sharp line of the jacket, perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, until they met his lapels and tie. He was an art piece, a sculpture, and he was looking at you.

"I'm stealing her back, Romanoff," he announced, helping you out of the bar stool before your new friend could protest. Whisking you away to a makeshift dance floor, Steve twirled you before tucking you closer than what would be considered well-behaved. His chest was as hard as a rock under the smooth cotton of his shirt, which smelled heavenly.

"I'm sorry about Natasha," he whispered to the crown of your head.

"It's ok," and it really was. "Your friends are nice."

Steve scoffed.

"They like giving me shit."

"I think they love you," you said, and only after your words were out in the open you realized their double meaning.

He pulled back by an inch, just enough to tilt your head up.

"I love them too," he smiled, and every single piece of you broke down in passion.

Neither of you were good dancers, but for a while you swayed side to side to the smooth sounds of the live band. It could've been minutes or hours - time was irrelevant next to the magnitude of Steve Rogers - but when he spoke again the room was noticeably emptier.

"I need to ask you something."

You nodded, wordlessly telling him to carry on.

"I know things are different these days," he mumbled, and anyone less attuned than he was probably wouldn't have heard it clearly. "But I feel bad about possibly leading you on."

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no.

You stalled, dropping your arms down and away from him, mouth twisting in a perfectly shocked "O".

"You're joking,” you stuttered. "You brought me here to say you're leading me on?"

It made no sense. You'd been talking everyday, even while he was away for his mission. You'd met his freaking friends. You hated being the girl that freaked out over being dumped - were you being dumped? Or was Steve just not into you the way you were into him? - but disappointment rung loud in your ears and left a bitter taste in your tongue.

"What? No!" he exclaimed. "I don't want to!"

"You don't want to?"

"I don't want to lead you on but I feel like I am," he blurted out, cheeks getting pinker by the second.

"Oh, that is rich," the remaining guests were beginning to stare now, but you couldn't care less. "Are you even sure of anything at all?"

"I know that I don't want to keep doing this," he motioned for the space between you, “if we're not on the same page."

That was it then. The end. And you'd spend so much money on this dress!

"Well, I'm sorry for wasting your time," you whispered, tears threatening to spill at any moment. "I really thought you liked me."

You turned to leave, disappear down the elevator and forget this night ever existed, but Steve grabbed your arm as if you weighed nothing, infuriating you even more.

"What?" you seethed. "You'd fooled me for months. Can't you let me go now?"

"You think I don't like you?" he was flabbergasted.

"Clearly you don't since you feel oh so terrible about 'possibly leading me on'," you air quoted his previous statement.

"I don't want to lead you on into thinking I don't want anything serious," he said. "I want serious. I want you to be my girlfriend."

Yes.

Oh, God, yes.

"Really?" you gasped.

"Really," and nothing was more beautiful than his smile. You'd keep it in your mind's locket forever.  "I'm in love with you, Y/N."

Outside, the rain was still pouring. It would go on throughout the weekend, washing away the last of winter, but inside spring had arrived in the soft, welcoming lips of Steve Rogers.

By the bar, Sam slid a hundred dollar bill to Bucky's metal hand.

"I told you he'd do it,” the Sergeant smirked.

"Yeah, yeah. I just hope he gets better by the time he proposes."

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Let It Go II - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Here it is! By popular request, a second part to Let It Go. This *may* be read as a stand alone on it’s own, however, I recommend you read both parts to get the full feel. Find part 1 here! I hope this meets everyone’s expectations. Enjoy :) 

Word Count : 2996

Warnings : Lots of angst, lots of fluff. Some swearing, and very minor sexual reference.

Requested : No

Summary / Prompt : Reader and Keanu see each other for the first time in 10 months, following their *heart wrenching* split. 

      You’ve tried to completely repress that night from your memory. Tried to drown it, refusing to feel the absolute, sheer agony and torment ever again.

      You refused to think of him holding onto you, muttering sweet, heart wrenching nothings into your ears every now and then, begging you to reconsider your decision. You refused to remember the warm, saltiness of his tears as you kissed them away, hoping they would stop once you inevitably left.  You refused to remember how his hands never let go of yours the entire night, hoping that if he held long enough, placing soft kisses on your knuckles, kissing your palms, your wrists, holding them close to his face, that you would change your mind. You refused to remember the feeling of his trembling figure send vibrations through your entire body, as you rocked each other, grasping, feeling each other’s skin close into the early hours of the morning when the sun would rise again, signaling the end of an era. The end of you and Keanu.

       Once you had got up, finally letting go of each other, it was as if everything had changed right that second. Despite spending the entire night together, wrapped in each others arms, holding on as if your entire being depended on it, the morning had brought complete contradiction. You remember quietly packing your bags as he stood in the door way, looking down, refusing to see the reality of the situation. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you leaving. His already fragile heart couldn’t take it. He trailed behind you as you walked down the hallway of your shared house, the foundation of it built on memories of your time together. Pictures hung on the walls of you two, showcasing your love. Neither of you were able to look their way anymore.

      As you gripped the handle of your suitcase, the gaping hole in your heart grew bigger as you noticed his lack of eye contact. Keanu had always been a man of little words, and they became even more scarce when he was hurting. Who better to know that than you? You had helped him through all the pain and sorrow he ever felt in your 7 years together, you had been his perfect remedy each and every time. But you couldn’t be there for him this time. You wanted so desperately to rush into his chest, grip his delicate face in your hands and kiss him, telling him everything was going to be okay as you ran your fingers through his hair.

But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

      You were both silent, at a loss for words. What was there even left to say? As you stepped foot out the door, you turned to look at Keanu once more. Perhaps, one last time. He was still looking down, avoiding eye contact. But when he did look up, you saw perhaps the worst form of pain to your heart you ever had felt.

      You’ve tried long and hard to forget his face in that moment your eyes locked. His eyes were red, as were yours. They were pleading. They spoke a million words. You had saw your entire world in those same, earthy hued eyes for the last 7 years. Those beautiful sienna tinted, almost married with a hint of honey droplets eyes of his were once your favourite sight. Just the thought of them could send butterflies flying in a haze through your mind. But now, that once comforting thought of his beautiful, warm, brown eyes had been replaced with the pair of eyes you saw that dreadful morning. They haunted you now. They reminded you of what you lost.

      Everything came crashing down that night, and it quite literally changed your entire life. You didn’t realize it at the time, but your relationship with Keanu had been the most prominent part of your life for the 7 years you spent together. The 7 years you spent smitten with each other, being each other’s lifelines. You left a lot of your stuff at the house you shared. You never really discussed it, but it was just his house now. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back to collect the rest of your belongings. You didn’t think you could face him again.

           You had bought your own tiny apartment in the city and tried to carry on with your life, but heart break is hard. You can never really describe it, unless you’ve felt it for yourself. It’s easy for people to tell you to “suck it up” or “move on”. But how are you supposed to move on, when you feel you left a big piece of yourself somewhere else? That’s exactly how you felt in the last 10 months. Heartbreak burns you constantly; it doesn’t just go away when you love someone as much as you loved Keanu. It burns and burns, eats away at you, sending daggers, piercing, cutting away at you.

           You continued to work your 9-5 job, and spent most of your weekends alone in the security of your home, although you begged to differ that you could call it home. It was just an apartment, a place you stayed. Your home in your mind was still the house you shared with Keanu. You felt like you had been away from home for the last 10 months. Your friends had managed to get to you to come out every now and then for an evening out, perhaps at the movies or a casual dinner out, catching up. You appreciated them for trying to keep you sane. But they saw how broken the last 10 months had left you. You didn’t enjoy much anymore.

           You almost felt like your spirit and soul had died, and you were just dragging around lifeless weight of a body with you.

           They had tried to bring up the idea of you dating again many times. They were just trying to help, but you hated the mere thought of dating anyone else. Perhaps it was temporary, and maybe you would be ready to give yourself to someone again in the future. Maybe a year from today, maybe 5. You didn’t know, because right now, in this moment, it felt like you could never love or let anyone love you like Keanu. He was still plastered over your mind, he lived in every part of you still. You couldn’t give that up just yet, despite the fact that you let him go. You let him go because you wanted him to be happy, even if it wasn’t with you. You prayed every day that he had come to understand that.

           After work on a customary Friday, you had promised your friends to join them at a house warming party for a mutual friend. You had been dreading it for the entire week, but deep down inside you agreed that maybe, it would be nice to go out on a Friday evening and surround yourself with people you like and appreciate. Of course, a glass or two of red shared with good company wouldn’t hurt.

           It felt like the shadow of Keanu followed you through everything you did. As you scanned your closet looking for a suitable outfit to wear, memories came flooding back. A heart wrenching memory associated with each and every piece in your closet. How long would life go on like this? You had allowed yourself a span of a few months to “get over” him, however, till this day, it was like a part of him was stuck, bound to you, unable to let go.

           Opting for a modest, long sleeve black dress and some block heeled ankle boots, you examined the look in your mirror. A loose thread on the fabric of the shoulder caught your eye. That’s when it hit you, another painful memory reminiscing in your mind.

~~~~

           “Gosh baby, you look fucking amazing. I love this dress on you.” Keanu smiled into your neck. He had walked up behind you while you put the finishing touches on your makeup, scanning yourself in your vanity mirror. Of course, he had snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

           With your back to his chest, you had moved to rest your hand on top of his hand that was securely holding your waist.

           “Thank you, babe. Are you ready to go?” You asked him, blushing at the way he was showing just how affected he was by you.

           “Hmmmm, I’d rather we stay here, so I can properly show you just how beautiful you look tonight.” Keanu cooed into your ear. You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck, as he left a sloppy, wet kiss just behind your ear. He nipped at the skin of your neck, almost leaving a few marks. He moved his lips over the fabric of your clothed shoulder, leaving a kiss, accidentally pulling a thread out with his teeth.

           “As much as I would love to, we’re getting late! Keanu, let go of me.” You laughed, soothingly rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “also, control yourself before you rip my entire dress to shreds.” you smiled, pointing to the loose thread.

           “Couldn’t help myself, darling”. He pressed another kiss to the back of your head. “I love you.” He said, staring right into your eyes through the mirror. You blushed, a grin carving through your face in response.

~~~~

           Feeling numb, you grabbed your purse and left for the night.

******

           With a wine glass in hand, you mingled with a few acquaintances. Reaching over to grab another cherry tomato to pop into your mouth, you felt proud of yourself for being able to come out tonight. And to be honest, you were having a good time. It was a good way to get your mind out of its usual somber state.

However, perhaps you had spoke too soon. In the flash of a second, your eyes found the most familiar pair known to you. They locked, unable to look away.

           You felt silly for a moment. You should have known that he’d be here. Keanu and you shared mutual friends, both staying in contact with them after your separation. He was bound to be here; you should have known better.

           His eyes looked the same as they had looked that morning you left. You weren’t able to face him yet, not now, not here. With the sound of a light clink, you set your glass down and politely excused yourself. You needed to get out of there. You didn’t think twice before heading to the balcony of the house for some fresh air. 

********

      “Y/N?” Keanu’s voice filled your ears. He had obviously followed you to the balcony, he had been dying to see you for the past 10 months, even just for the slightest moment. But he was too much of a gentleman to follow you around, searching for you or trying to track you down. He knew you wanted space, and he respected that. But tonight, you were there, and so was he, in the same place at the same time. He made a mental note to thank the sky for giving him this moment.

           “Hey..” you said lowly, unable to make eye contact.

           “How’ve you been?” Keanu asked, his voice also quiet. The tension in the air felt awkward. It hurt you both to acknowledge that.

           “I’ve been okay. You?” You asked back, politely. Keanu shifted so he was now standing beside you as you looked down at your shoes, hands fiddling together. He could tell you were tense. He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up into his arms, hold you tight, and soothingly run his fingers through your hair. But he knew he couldn’t. He kept his distance, respecting your space and boundaries.

           Keanu bit his lip, hesitant to talk again. He sighed, looked away into the dark distance of the night for a few moments. “Can we talk?” he questioned.

           Tears threatened to spill from your eyes right that second. You didn’t want to think about that night you went your separate ways. It killed you to even remember. There was no way you could talk to him about it, and what was the point? It would just be salt to old wounds.

           You couldn’t reply. It was as if your voice lost itself in your throat, making camp in the lump that formed.

           “Y/N…I..” Keanu started. He chuckled slightly, but the pain in his voice was still just as prominent. “It took me a while to get a hold of myself. I tried so hard for you, Y/N, I really did. But seeing you here today, after so long…I…” his voice choked in his throat.

           “Y/N I haven’t took a single fucking breath of ease in these last 10 months without you. How much more can I want you?” his voice was drowned in sorrow.

           A tear spilled out of your eye, moving past your lips, and falling to the pavement floor. If you thought the last 10 months were painful, this was perhaps worse in every possible way. He was right there, in front of you. But you couldn’t bury yourself in his chest like you wanted to. You couldn’t trail kisses over his entire face, telling him everything was going to be okay.

           You finally brought your eyes up to meet his. He had bags under his eyes, he looked restless. He hadn’t been taking care of himself, and you could tell. You knew him like the back of your hand. His beard had gotten scruffy and you could tell he hadn’t been trimming it.

           Keanu shoved his hands into his pockets and chuckled slightly, his eyes beginning to water as well.

           “Look how cruel time has been to us. Look at you, Y/N. You’re hurting, and I’m ruined. I’m fucking ruined.” He almost whispered the last part, looking down, tears rolling down his cheeks now as well.

      “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I’m so drained, so fucking tired.” He ran his hand through his rugged, un tamed hair.

      “I can’t even go home. I can’t bring myself to sit in that house without you. It haunts me every fucking time, your clothes still in our wardrobe, your novels and CDs still in our library, I didn’t have the heart to even take down the pictures of us. I can’t even fucking look their way, Y/N.” his voice was raspy. It killed you to see him like this.

           He finally reached for your hand, unable to hold himself back anymore. “Come home baby, please. I need you, I can’t be without you, and I know you can’t be without me. Who are we lying to?” he whispered, staring at your hands intertwined. He was pleading.

           You both instinctively walked closer to each other, he brought your hands up to his lips, kissing them delicately. “Please, baby. I promise we’ll figure this shit out, together, okay? I can’t stay away from you longer Y/N, I don’t have it in me.”  You felt his tears roll onto the skin of your hands as he kissed them.

           You couldn’t say anything. You just cried, you were crying your heart out at this point. Keanu seemed to be doing the same, both unable to control your sobs in the silent evening breeze. It was triggering you, the remembrance of that dreadful night 10 months ago creeping back into your mind. The memories of all the fights, the arguments, the times you spent the night in separate rooms because you were upset with each other also came flooding back. You couldn’t put yourselves through that again, you knew that. It hurt too much the first time.

           “Keanu, we can’t and you know that.” You stated firmly.

           “Why Y/N? We love each other, isn’t that enough? I can’t be happy with anyone other than you. If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ll be able to move on and find someone other than me, I’ll let you go Y/N. I’ll let you go right now, and I’ll never bother you again. I love you so much, and I promise I’ll never keep you from being happy. Just tell me right now that you’ll be happier with someone other than me so I can force myself to move on. I just need to hear it once.” His voice killed you.

           You couldn’t do it. How could you tell the love of your life that you could ever be happier with anyone else?

           “Keanu, please. I can’t go through this again. We can’t do this. Let me go.” You spoke, still crying. Keanu didn’t budge however, he held you even tighter and pulled you into his chest, burying his face in the croak of your neck. He was holding on for dear life. You couldn’t bring yourself to move either. You craved his touch more than anything in these last 10 months.

           “I can’t.” Keanu cried in a low whisper.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes it felt like. You holding him, him holding you. It was as if the world went silent for a second, and stopped for just the perfect amount of time where you both could indulge in each other once again.

           “Keanu..” you exhaled a breathy, weary sigh as you tried you pull yourself away from him. Once you managed to fully untangle yourself from him, your eyes locked again. His were restless, pleading silently, yours were filled with melancholy regret.

           “I...I have to go, Keanu.” You wiped away your tears, swallowed, and began to walk away back into the house. Keanu was left standing there, feeling completely hopeless, all alone once again. He balled his left hand into a fist, and felt warm tears flood his mahogany eyes once again. 

Read part 3 here!

[classified-bluerose]

put me back together - quentin beck x reader

a/n: (mild) spiderman: ffh spoilers ahead. probably a very OOC quentin but hey... the man got me clownin’.

quick notes: reader is an avenger, quentin is quentin, this is far too soft tbfh but it’s fanfiction so \_(0-0)_/. just suspend your belief & hope u enjoy!

a/n 2: unedited, unbeta’d. idk man. i’m just in love w jake gyllenhaal (gylenhaal?) and mysterio is hot as hell.

(GIF is not mine)

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chapter one: breathless

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quentin beck is a meticulous man - he planned every facet of his revenge plot down to the smallest of details. arranged contingencies and back-up plans and waited, with the patience of a saint, for the correct moment to strike. he ensured any and all top-tier avengers were MIA, left it just long enough for SHIELD to pull together some semblance of it’s former operation but short enough so they were still finding their feet in the aftermath of the Blip. getting around the kid, parker, would be easy enough. he’d been through a tremendous amount of trauma, and quentin could use that to his advantage.

the one thing quentin beck didn’t count on, though, was you.

you, an avenger - or a former avenger, at least - who fell somewhere in the middle of all the others. not by power level, simply by how known you were. the widow and the hawk were rarely spotted and little was known about either, whilst iron man and captain america owned the heart and soul of the entire nation. banner was known for his destructive capabilities and thor worshipped for his literal godliness and appearance.

how shallow the common folk can be, quentin always mused.

then you - powerful, but not plastered across billboards or tv ads. quiet and lowkey, but not quite invisible. quentin was aware of your existence but never paid much attention to it, having heard that, following stark and roger’s deats that you’d quit the superhero charade and disappeared into the ether.

so, the man of mysteries found himself more than a little surprised when fury showed up mexico, with you in tow.

a little bit of panic hits as he watches you appraise the scene - this could be a problem, he thinks to himself, scanning his brain for any possible solution. it is only when he begins to interact with the shield agents that he notices something.

although you are standing in his presence, alive, solid, real, it‘s pretty obvious you aren’t exactly there. haunted images flicker across an otherwise stoic face as shoulders bow from the weight of grief and guilt and trauma. glassy eyes stare through and not at, words mumbled in montone in response to fury.

okay, quentin thinks, hiding a smirk, i can work with this.

—

the plan changes ever-so-slightly before venice. it is simple but brilliant, even if he does say so himself. having already laid the groundwork for his tragic backstory, it is easy to weave your character into the tapestry he was creating.

pained glances, longing expressions, a hesistant greeting - all little, subtle clues hinting to the fact that quentin knew you in his alternate world.

fury picks up on it first, of course. the spy who’s secrets have secrets still has the eye for detail he’s famous for. you, on the other hand, are oblivious to quentin’s actions - obvlious to pretty much anything happening around you. you don’t speak unless directly spoken too, don’t offer insight or advice on how to defeat the elementals. it‘s almost like fury has dragged you here in a bid to convince you to return to the fold.

quentin learns as much as he can about you as he flies over the sea to italy; not much could be gleaned from online sources but he pulls out just enough information to put together a rough sketch of who you are, what you wanted, what you’d lost.

you’d worked with the avengers since 2012, sided with stark in the infamous civil war years later - the idea of you being close to that man was enough to set quentin’s blood boiling - and had fought in both battles against the mad titan thanos. your powers were certainly impressive - your ability to conjure and manipulate fire set off a fresh worry. the final elemental that mysterio would face off against was the one made of ‘’flames’’ - what if you decided your powers would help with the destruction of the molten man?

quentin files that thought away for later as he clicks on a rare picture printed on some trendy news site. he almost doesn’t recognise the girl in the photograph as you. you were younger, looked lighter, did not carry as many ghosts on your back. and you were smiling. wide and bright and shining and quentin struggled to pull himself away from the sight.

when he did, he itemised the information he’d gathered into what he could and couldn’t use to win you over. after all, every superhero needs a love interest to protect, right?

you were close to stark, that much was painfully, bitterly obvious. newsreports following the aftermath of the last battle hinted at an intimate relationship with the black widow, too. both those people were dead and gone and that meant there was something missing in her life. an empty space that quentin was certain he could fill. the battle had caused some damage to your powers - almost like a battery, the effort and strain of fighting thanos had drained your energy quite significantly. you were slowly returning to your original state, but right now you were weakened, hurting. vulnerable.

perfect for quentin.

he gathered his information, updated the team on this latest development, and braced himself for what would come next.

—

when he reaches venice, it’s clear that fury has mentioned to you that quentin has taken an interest. you seem slightly more alert, meeting his gaze for periods longer than a half-second. your body language changes minutely - your arms, usually crossed tight across your chest, now hang looser at your waist, fingers interlaced. it is by no means a huge shift, but enough for quentin to make his move.

after a meeting with agents, fury, and spiderman, he hangs around the base setup, lingering at consoles and waiting for the last of the people to trickle out. you have stayed on to keep an eye on quentin - fury is no fool and recognised that this stranger from some other world could turn out to be just as much a threat as the monsters he was fighting. quentin couldn’t surpress a smile as he thought, oh, you don’t know the half of it.

he quickly rearranges his face when he clears his throat and approaches you, slowly. you glance up. he took his time to savour this moment - this scene he was most excited for.

he smiles, softly. ‘’ hey. i was hoping i’d a get a chance to talk to you. ‘’

no verbal response; you simply gaze at him expectantly.

quentin let his eyes take in every inch of your face - not a hardship, in fairness, you were beautiful in every way to him. if any other world really did exist she’s the girl he’d approach at a bar and offer to buy her a drink.

focus, quentin, he reminds himself, and breathes out a short laugh. ‘’ it’s so good to see you. ‘’

again, no real answer. just a tilt of the head, confusion in the eyes.

he let his fingers fall to the simple silver band on his left finger, twisting the metal around. your gaze follows the movements and there’s a brief moment where quentin swears he can see the cogs turning in your brain.

the blank expression breaks - a frown furrowing your brow, lips parting in a silent ‘’oh’’. excitement brims low in his belly - it’s working. she’s already figured it out.

you take a breath and turn your head away. when you look back, your face is neutral once again. but there’s something there - a softness that’s new. a tiny chink in the armour, all that quentin needs.

‘’ i’m sorry for your loss, ‘’ you tell him, ‘’ but i’m not her. ‘’

he nods quickly, ‘’ i know, i know. it’s just ... you look like her. ‘’ he falters in his words and feels tears building behind his eyes. seeing his watery gaze you clam up and he curses himself for getting too into it. after a second, however...

‘’ i know how it feels. to lose the one you love. to feel like it’s your fault, like you could’ve - should have - saved them, ‘’ you sigh and rub your face, tiredly. ‘’ but that’s not gonna help you save this world, quentin. ‘’

the sound of your name leaving his lips sends a tremor through his heart. he freezes momentarily - what is this feeling? - but quickly shakes out of it as you continue.

‘’ you gotta move on, ‘’ your voice is nothing more than a whisper, ‘’ you have a chance, now, to win, and you can’t let bad feelings ruin it. ‘’

you meet his gaze almost shyly, and he feels physically drawn in to you, doesn’t even realise his feet are moving until he’s barely a breath away. startled by the sudden closeness you take a step back and harden your features once again.

quentin apologises, sounding sincere, ‘’ i didn’t realise ... you’re not like her, not entirely. she was ... she didn’t have powers. ‘’ he lets the ghost of a fake memory flutter across his face. ‘’ but she was still the strongest person i knew. ‘’ his voice splinters on the last word and tears slip down his face.

you hesistate, he senses the uncertainty, and moves to turn away as though ashamed.

his stomach does a victory flip when your hand comes to touch his armoured shoulder. from underneath long, damp lashes he peeks down at you. you look as though you’re hurting for him and something harsh twists in his chest. he doesn’t have time to think about it, though. not when your hand slides down the material of his costume and finds it’s way into his.

you squeeze it gently, the unnatural warmth of your skin almost burning against his palm. quentin finds himself feeling comforted, tries to climb out of the moment and remember that this isn’t real -

he slips a little bit when you squeeze his hand a second time, and say, ‘’ just make her proud, quentin. you can save this world. do it for her. ‘’

his breath leaves him and he’s silent for a long moment as he gazes down at your face. he feels cracked open, raw, vulnerable. eventually, he nods, waits for his voice to even out. squeezes your hand back, a little tighter than necessary.

‘’ i’ll do my best. ‘’

|| Part 1 of ? ||

[creepytalesoftheweb]

“Back in high school, around the end of my junior year I believe, it became popular to go on these adventurous endeavors to “haunted” places. Literally a group of about thirty of us would carpool to some abandoned house one weekend, or to some secluded forest the next, spending the days at school in between searching for more places like this in the area. Anyhow, we had this cavalier nature about us when it came to potential hauntings.

At some point, a friend of mine who was several years older than me told me about how he and his friends would do similar things when they were young. His childhood home backed up to a huge farm and he and his friends would spend their days fishing or hanging out on this farm, so they were quite familiar with it. The owner, apparently a very religious man (a priest or pastor maybe), had owned the farm and a small house on the property. The story went that the owner had been locked up for murder and died in prison, leaving the farm to whomever and it wasn’t kept up. 

However, upon hearing the news of this man’s demise, my friend told me that he and his friends had decided to go into this house. I guess the windows had been busted out and they opened a door and walked in. He described them fooling around and trying to scare one another. But, he had decided to walk up the stairs and upon his reaching the second floor he saw a coffin in the main, open room. The way he had explained it to me was that he didn’t know what it was immediately and sort of sauntered over to check it out only to have the sudden flash of realization that this was a coffin in an abandoned house. I suppose he and his friends made a quick retreat from the house. Of course, he told this part of the story much better, peppering in more details about the man who owned the property that gave the story that mythical, supernatural sort of feel. I remember being frightened by his delivery and sincerity, though it is quite likely he had rehearsed it before for occasions like that.

[That] story had taken place fifteen years or so previous to him telling me. I told one of my adventurous cohorts the story and we thought it would be a good idea to investigate it. I knew where this person had lived, so we assumed we could simply walk behind his house, find the farm, then find the house. We had a grand plan to bring the whole group out on the weekend, but we weren’t sure if we were being strung on a lie, or if this place was still there if it were true. 

Anyhow, after football practice one weekday, he and I drove out to the street my friend lived on. There was definitely a farm behind his and his entire streets’ homes. We decided to go ahead and sneak through someone’s yard and onto the farm to see if the house was there. Once we made it through the manicured, suburban yard and through the brush separating the farm, we were knee deep in an overgrown field. We sort of hacked our way through a bit, and sure enough as we made it to the edge of a hill the house was only a hundred or so yards away. We had made it that far so we decided to go in and investigate. 

As we approached this house, there was a huge, black bird perched on its roof. Once we were within twenty feet of the house, the bird flew away from the house and perched upon a tree adjacent to the house. Being a bit nervous, we began questioning why the bird had made such an odd move, but thought better of making a big deal about it. 

Now, this house is the prototypical haunted house. It had that quaint, historic look to it, with the broken windows, eerie shadows, and sort of ominous stature one associates with a haunted house. There was even a grave marker in the front yard. So, again, we were increasingly nervous as we approached this house. The door was jammed shut, but the window had been completely removed, so we played rock-paper-scissor for who would climb through first. I had the luxury of going in second, but did so quickly as being on the porch by myself was just as unsettling. The inside of the house had literally not been touched. Besides weather damage, most everything was intact. There were pictures, and decorations still up, with a bit of furniture remaining. 

We eventually became comfortable with being inside and began to snoop around. Of course, we were fearful of trekking upstairs, afraid to find something we didn’t want to find. Alas, we squeamishly crept up the stairs only to find an empty space. At this point, we became at ease with walking around the house, laughing off the “ghost story” mystique. 

As we looked through the main floor again, I noticed that there was a tiny door in the kitchen. It was about knee high. Undauntedly, we flung it open only to reveal a dark, stone stairwell that a person would literally have to crawl down. Its presence alone was terrifying, for some reason, but it had a landing about halfway down, with the stairs turning a different direction and out of our site. However, perched on the landing and partly concealed by the walls to the other part of the stairwell was a large, rectangular, wooden box: a coffin. Now, my friend and I weren’t exactly small people, so I would imagine the sight of us pale faced, with a cartoonish hair-on-neck shocked expression trying to both squeeze out of a window at the same time would have been quite comical. Not to mention the both of us in a dead sprint heading away from this house through waist high weeds. I still laugh thinking about both of us running like that. Anyhow, we turned to look back about halfway to the end of the farm just in time to see that massive, black bird fly back from the tree and onto the house. We probably made double-time from that point on.

Not nearly as cool as the other stories, but it’s as close as I’ve been to it. In hindsight, the whole thing was a bit odd, most especially the behavior of the bird. My friend and I attributed it to some sort of supernatural power, so at the very least we had a better reason to run like children.”

By: pajarosucio (As it's nearly Halloween, how about we share some creepy stories? I'll go first.)

[become-the-story]

MY ANGEL; JIMIN

                                                                                                 CHAPTER II

Words : 2.8k Genre : Guardian Angel AU | Fluff, slight smut

part 1

Thanks to Admin L for helping me getting a good start for the ‘smutty’ part ♥

I apologize for any grammatical or mistake in general, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language (This is also my very first kinda smut so pls bear with me lol)

“If you leave me again, I’ll miss you forever like the sun misses the stars in the morning skies”

To say that Jimin was shocked would be an understatement, never would he have imagined you saying those things to him, especially after he confessed that he wasn't even human. It took him a few minutes to understand what was happening to him, his heart was racing like it never did before.

“I- I won't leave you Y/N, I promise” he told you, standing up on his feet. “And to answer your question, it is possible, I do feel something too, I don't know how to describe it, but it's here whenever I think about you. I wanna be yours, and I want you to be mine...”

Saying those words, Jimin giggled shyly, hiding his pinky cheeks by looking at the floor. Either of you knew what to do or what to say anymore. For the very first time, you were in front of a literal Angel, your Angel, that same Angel you've been thinking about non-stop for the past few days, and him, he was finally here with you, not thinking even one second about all the troubles this meant for him, he just wanted to be with you, to hold you, to protect you, he only wanted to experience the love he always dreamed of with the person his heart chose.

Both of you sat on the couch, and started talking during the whole day, still a bit awkward after all the stuff you had to comprehend.

The more you knew about Jimin, the more you wanted to know. His favorite color was gold, his favorite animal was the cat, he even told you that he always wanted to see one, since where he comes from, there's no animals; his favorite drink was something called 'rain liquor' a very popular drink in the Angel world, and his favorite food was pasta.

After those few hours of discussion, the moon was already up high in the night sky, and you had work tomorrow, so you couldn't afford a sleepless night.

“So Jimin… It's getting late, I should go to sleep, so make yourself at home!” you said, standing up from the couch, ready to go to sleep, but it was without counting on Jimin to grab your hand.

His next action surprised you, but made you feel so good. He hugged you tightly and murmured you a sweet “sleep well”. He then watched you walking to your bedroom, a happy smile plastered on his face.

Jimin was now alone in the little living room of his human. He sat again on the couch and analyzed his surrounding. “So this is where she lives” he mumbled to himself, smiling noticing some pictures of you when you were little.

He then looked toward the kitchen, and the moment he laid his eyes on your cat, he literally ran toward it.

“Oh hello kitty, I'm Jimin!” he mewled, squatting in front of the tiny animal. He then started petting the cat for 10 minutes straight, before being obligated to stop, to answer a phone call. Namjoon.

“Jiminie, are you alright? Did you find her? How do you feel?” Namjoon asked, sounding really anxious.

“Hyung, yes I'm at her apartment, she's sleeping, I feel better than ever hyung, I told her everything, I showed her my wings, and she told me she was feeling just like me! I really do think our bond is strong, that's amazing! I can feel her happiness when she talks with me. Earlier, I even gave her a hug, I was dying to do so for so long hyung you have no idea, and I could feel her heart race!”

Hearing his dongsaeng this happy, made Namjoon smile from the other side of the phone, Jimin was experiencing true love, the love he always wanted to have, to feel. That's why he felt so sorry.

“Jimin… I have something to tell you...”

“H-Hyung ? Is there something wrong ?”

Jimin heard him sighing loudly before he started speaking again.

“I think the king knows… about you and your human… I, I don't know how it happened Jimin I swear when I left the room I locked it up so no one could enter, but when I got back, the door was wide open and you were on the screen with her…”

It took little to no time for Jimin to understand the gravity of the situation. Someone saw him, someone knew, and the fact that this someone was probably the King himself made him grow nervous.

“A-are you sure that the king knows? It could have been Hobi hyung right? Please Hyung, the King can't know, not now, that's so unfair!” Jimin cried out in anger, his hand turning into a fist.

“Speaking of him, he's right there, I'll call you soon if you have any reasons to be scared, so hopefully, don't expect to hear from me anytime soon. Enjoy your time with her, protect her, but don't forget don't come back here time to time! Good night Jimin”

The young man didn't have time to answer before Namjoon hung up on him. He put his cellphone back in his pocket before walking quietly and nervously to your room.

He opened the door slightly, enough for him to see you lying on your bed, the beautiful light of the pale moonlight reflecting on your beautiful face.

He doesn't know how long he's been starring, but he just couldn't get enough of you. It was still very new to him, all these new feelings, the butterflies he felt inside of him whenever he was touching you, the way his heart would pick up his pace at the simple sight of you, but his favorite feeling ever was when your lips and his would collide, the feeling of your sweet and plump lips against his would be forever engraved in his mind.

Hoseok just walked in, surprising Namjoon while he was on the phone with Jimin. He noticed the orange haired man closing the door behind him, letting know to Namjoon that he needed to talk to him, and that it seemed important. Namjoon, understanding immediately, cut short his phone call, and turned to face his other friend.

“Namjoon, what the hell is this? Why is Jimin with a human? And before you freak out, chill dude, I was the one who entered here a few minutes ago, I was looking for you, and I guess I forgot to lock back the door, but I can assure you that no one besides me entered this room.” stated Hoseok.

Namjoon was relieved, Jimin was safe, and that's all that mattered.

Facing a clueless Hoseok, Namjoon decided to tell him everything, from his own past, to Jimin's present, because he knew Hoseok, he knew he was a true friend and wouldn't do anything that could have bad repercussions on him or Jimin.

“Wow, I've read before something about the “true bond” but I never thought it would really exist, it must be amazing to feel all those things… But isn't it dangerous? I mean, you got your ass saved somehow, but what if Jimin gets caught? I highly doubt the king would let it slide another time, you know how strict he is about humans...” Hoseok said to his friend, still surprised about the things he just learned.

“It is dangerous, but having experienced it myself before, it is worth it Hoseok, you have no idea. Plus Jimin's in love, he's a good kid, he deserves to be happy, and live a normal life, and I will do everything I can to help him.” Namjoon answered, turning his back to Hoseok, to look at the screens in front of him, that were showing Jimin asleep on the floor next to your bed, with a smile on his face.

A few weeks have passed already, and Jimin still didn't have any news of Namjoon, which was a good thing. He was enjoying his time with you without any worries haunting him.

The both of you would enjoy doing the most common human things, going on dates, kissing each other, cuddling, and you were now closer than ever.

It was on one hot summer night, that the both of you came back from an amazing restaurant, eating Jimin's favorite dish, pasta. Everything was perfect, from the little ballad you had beforehand in a nearby park, to the dinner and the romantic vibe that was floating in the air the whole night.

But there was still one thing you were dying to do, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you had to express your love for Jimin in a whole new way, at least, new to him.

Jimin was putting the leftovers away in your refrigerator when you slipped your arms around his waist, laying your cheek against his muscular back. The gesture took him a little by surprise, as he jumped ever so slightly before turning around to face you. You looked up at him, a warm smile spread across your face. Jimin returned the same gentle smile, which made your heart flutter in delight. You knew you were doing the right thing, and you let your body take the lead. You kissed his lips gently, feeling as if your soul was floating out of your body. You knew Jimin would always pull you back to reality, or maybe even just float off with you. After all, it didn’t matter where you two were, as long as you were there together.

That being said, it shocked Jimin when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your body against his and leaving no space between the two of you. Jimin could sense something in your kiss. He knew this one was different from the others. Was it more genuine? No, Jimin knew every kiss he shared with you was genuine. Loving? No, he knew how much you loved him in every kiss he shared with you. Then, it clicked. This kiss had far more passion than any other you had given him. Suddenly, a fear creeped into his heart. He had never experienced such a feeling of intense passion, and the sudden occurrence of it now frightened him.

He parted from the kiss first, looking over your face. You grinned, grabbing his hands.

“Let’s go to my room.” you said, guiding him gently to your bedroom.

Jimin was extremely nervous, but he let you bring him into the room, closing the door behind him. You turned on the fan, as the room was stuffy from being closed up on a hot summer day. Jimin stood stiffly near the door, unsure of what to do next. You guided him gently to the bed, rubbing circles into the palms of his hands. Somehow, the small gesture allowed some of the tension to leave him. Still, the two of you sat on the bed together for what seemed like an eternity, just looking at each other. Again, you were the first to make a move, kissing him like you had before. Jimin felt that feeling once more, which made his head spin and would have made his heart explode in his chest, given that angels had those. 

The kiss slowly got more intense, more sloppy and needy, filled with tiny bites on his plump lips which was making him moan unintentionally. Your hands were making their way under his shirt, feeling his toned yet soft chest. Jimin felt weird, not in a bad way, he just didn't really know what to do, so he decided to let you handle it, he only broke the kiss when you tugged at his white T shirt to take it off of him, but he was quick the capture your lips again.

He didn't know what was happening, but he wanted more, he was craving for more. He suddenly hold you by the waist and put you on top of him, so that both your legs were straddling his lap. His hands drawing random patterns on your side while his mouth worked his way to your cheek, then your jawline, only to end up on the sensitive skin of your neck.

He had heard about those purple love marks, humans would leave on each other around that area, and he always wanted to make one, to mark the person his would have chose with his love. And that person was you. For a first time, Jimin was strangely skilled. He bit on the places that were making you weak, making you moan his name gently which encouraged him to keep on doing what he was doing. After each bit, he would sensually lick the newly damaged skin. Once he was done, you both looked at each other in the eyes, taking a much needed breath.

None of you was talking, he was smiling at you, and you were smiling back at him.

“Have you ever done this before Jimin?” you asked out of nowhere, somehow feeling the uneasiness under all that charisma he was showing you.

He could feel his cheeks getting bright red, before dropping his eyes, answering almost shamefully to you. “Angels don't usually have love relationship… I mean they do but, ah it's complicated...”

“Do you want to ?” you asked, putting your hands flat on his bare chest, closing the gap between your two  faces.

He didn't answer, not directly at least, but the way his heart was beating in the heat of the moment, and the way he was biting on his lips told you that he wanted to go farther that just making out. And if you had to be honest, you wanted too, just as much as him, if not more.

You gently started kissing him back, grinding ever so slightly against him, murmuring between each kissed : “It's okay, I'll show you what I like”.

“But first” you continued, getting off of his lap and off the bed unexpectedly, making him groan in annoyance. But he understood what you were doing, he almost forgot how to breathe.

You were right in front of him, a smirk tugging on your lips and an almost provocative look in your eyes, when you started tugging on your top, exposing your stomach to him. You were quick to take it off, along your shorts, and here you were, in nothing but your white laced lingerie in front of Jimin.

He was getting even hotter, he didn't know he could feel such a thing, this was yet again totally new to him, the way his crotch was weirdly pulsating inside his pants, the way he craved to touch you, to be touched by you. It was pure lust.

You slowly came back on the bed, gesturing him to take off his pants, which he did in a hurry (action that almost made you laugh, but you contained yourself, not to kill the mood).

In the blink of an eye, you both  were naked, and starting getting to business.

You started riding him gently, getting used to him inside of you. His reaction made you smile, at first his eyes were wide open, but they were quick to close, letting his mouth in a 'O' shape making noises he never knew would one day come from him. He got comfortable rather quickly, and his hips were gradually meeting yours half way.

You bent down, lying flat against his chest, to go back to kiss him, not bearing being unable to do so any longer.

He didn't know where that boost of confidence came from, but a few seconds later, he switched positions, making you lay underneath his body. “You're so beautiful...” he whispered in your ear, thrusting ever so slowly to emphasize his words, making you sigh in contentment.

This kept on going for an hour, an hour of sweet love making, before the both of you came down from your high. After the act, Jimin was holding onto you, gently brushing away the wet strands of hair you had before your eyes, and kissed your forehead.

“This was amazing Y/N, truly, you're really making me feels things I had no idea I was capable to feel before, and I will never thank you enough for that, real-”

You were quick to shush him with a peck on the lips, making him smile, but not as much as when he heard the next few words.

“I love you Jimin, I really do”

“I love you too Y/N, more than anything in the whole world”

Nothing could ruin the moment, at least that’s what you thought, but little did you know that things didn’t go all that smoothly in the Angel world...

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