The feeling when you open tumblr after a long day and there are four stories on your favorite character, the author who rarely updates their masterpiece of a story has updated and your phone has battery and net for the night. That feeling is heaven!
Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him.
Word count: 821
Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, brief mention of sex, flangst
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You knew you shouldnât have continued on with the nightly bed sharing with Steve. You knew it would become a mess eventually. It started a week after your boyfriend broke up with you. You sought comfort in your best friend.
It was nothing at first, watching movies until the early morning hours, eating ice cream until your mouths were too cold to handle the temperature. Some nights, heâd fall asleep first and youâd carefully move his hair away from his forehead. Other nights, youâd pretend to fall asleep with your head in his lap as he stroked his fingers through your hair.
It was only the simple things.
But then, one night drinking alcohol became a deeply passionate night. Youâd woke up in his bed alone with nothing but a bra on. The soreness of your body could only tell you of the events that occurred the night before.
You turned around in his bed only to be greeted with emptiness. You ran a hand on his pillow before sitting up and nursing your head in your hands. The hangover you felt couldnât compare to the shame you felt in your heart. You knew heâd disappear on you the moment he got between your legs. After all, thatâs what make best friends want from you, right? Be friendly, be patient long enough to finally have the chance to get in your pants.
You gathered your belongings in a rush, quickly dressing yourself, completely missing your underwear that was thrown on his side of the bed. You quietly left the room, leaving the door barely open before walking down the hallway. Steve was at work in some law firm downtown. He wouldnât be home until late that night. Whatever, you wouldnât be there to see the gloating on his face.
However, you were surprised to see him sitting on his couch with a red haired woman, speaking softly. You stood in silence for a moment before he caught sight if you and nodded to you before gaining the womanâs attention once more.
To cover up your embarrassment, you ducked your head and quickly left the apartment, trying your gardest not to release and tears until you were safely in your car. You didnât know who the woman had been, all you knew was that recess already into the next victim of his own. You wouldnât be foolish enough to be around him ever again.
You avoided calls and texts for a week. The hurt you felt was painful. Until finally, you opened your door on the way out to the supermarket for dinner abs Steve was standing on the threshold.
âCan we talk?â He asked, looking as buff and beautiful as ever. âYouâve been avoiding me.â
âDonât you have a girl to hit and quit it with?â You snarled, pishing passed him only to be stopped as he grabbed your wrist. He turned you around and nodded to your apartment. He took out his spare key before unlocking the door and dragging you inside.
âWhat has been going on?â He sighed in relief once he was certain you wouldnât try and throw him out. You leaned against the couch as he stood in front of the door. âY/N, whatâs been going on? Why are you avoiding me?â
âYou only wanted to get in my pants, Steve.â You glared at him. You didnât want him to see you hurt. âWas that all you wanted from me after all these years of being friends? A one night stand?â
âWhat are you talking about?â He asked.
âYou werenât there when I woke up, Steve! I was vulnerable and going through a break up. You took advantage of that. You violated me.â
âDonât say that,â his jaw clenched for a moment. âYou wanted to fuck that night. I told you numerous times I wasnât going to do that. I told you that I wanted our first time together to be sober. I told you that youâre more than just a one night stand and I meant it.â
âYouâre a liar.â
âThe woman that you saw that morning was my landlord; I was talking to her about expanding my lease for another year. I was planning on going on a trip across the country for business. I wanted you to have the apartment while I was gone. Her nameâs Natasha.â
âOh.â
âI donât leave for another three months. She approved of my leashing agreements. I donât have to worry about moving out permanently. Youâre free to take over the place or come with me. All I know is that I want you by my side and that night we spent together made me want you even more. I just need you to want it as well.â
The sincerity in his voice and posture made you crumble in relief. You walked into him as he embraced you and kissed your shoulder. âIâll go wherever you go, Steve.â
Me, reading The Silmarillion every year, for the last 15 years (and going deep into the lore and legendarium all the time), but I realized only last year, while reading a fanfic, that my dear Etchelion is actually Ecthelion đ đ«Ł
