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I am SO tired from work. I’ve been working since 9:00 and just got off right now. I know 5 hours isn’t a lot but for someone who hasn’t worked in a few months it’s tiring! I’m gonna go shower and take a small nap, but i should be on later to do some drafts :) If you wanna start something, send me an ask and we’ll plot things!

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winters-ghost:

agrandthing:

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            —— It’s not your fault.  

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" You don’t have to do that …
          try to take the blame off me.
      I know I messed up.

             If you knew me then you’d know I wouldn’t defend you for the sake of defending you. I know this isn’t your fault. That wasn’t you.  

winters-ghost:

agrandthing:

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            What are you doing here? You didn’t need to come.  

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It’s my fault you’re here in the first place;
            Of course I had to come.

            —— It’s not your fault.  

            What are you doing here? You didn’t need to come.  

agrandthing:

                       now - it catches the gƖєαм of the morning’s first beam.
                       In full GLORY reflected now shines in the stream:
                                        —————— tis the star-spangled banner !
                                        
oh long may it wave
                                                   
 o’er the land of the free
                                                                 
and the home of the brave.

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serviceataprice:

agrandthing:

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            Thanks.  He said shyly, grabbing the shirt and quickly pulling it on. It was no tighter than his under armor shirts so it wasn’t too constricting. He rolled his shoulder and moved his arms a bit t make sure he wasn’t going to tear it.  I’ll make sure to get it back to you washed, sorry.  He said sheepishly, rubbing his head.

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     ”Don’t worry ‘bout it, you’d do the same fo’ me.” Lafayette shrugged once. “Do you hafta get goin’ or can I convince you to stay fo’ a cup of coffee?” It wasn’t often he got to spend time with Steve outside of work, mostly because he seemed to be always working.

          “ Sure, I’d love some coffee.  He didn’t usually drink it but he couldn’t say no, not when the other offered so nicely.  I drink mine just black tho, don’t usually put any sugar or creme.  He walked over to one of the open seats, sitting down with a small sigh. 

serviceataprice:

agrandthing:

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           Only a little big embarrassing.  I’m, uhh— cold.  Not really, his body ran hot but he didn’t want to stand in the middle of this place without a shirt. 

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     ”You don’t look cold, boo.” Yes he was openly checking Steve out, and who could really blame him. “Keep yo’ shirt on shug’, I got’s you covered.” Layfayette drawled as he patted the man’s shoulder before walking off to his bedroom. The good thing about running with Steve Rodgers, everything. The man was sex on a stick. “I don’t make a habit of ownin’ many t-shirts. But I managed to find one fo’ you.” He said when he came back out with a shirt in hand. “Might be a little tight though.”

            Thanks.  He said shyly, grabbing the shirt and quickly pulling it on. It was no tighter than his under armor shirts so it wasn’t too constricting. He rolled his shoulder and moved his arms a bit t make sure he wasn’t going to tear it.  I’ll make sure to get it back to you washed, sorry.  He said sheepishly, rubbing his head.

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