I started thinking absently about Steve Rogers’ jogging route during my run today and then i couldn’t STOP thinking about it because there’s literally NO WAY it makes sense unless you accept that he is specifically fucking up his entire morning routine to get another look at the cute boy he clocked on his run. I got home and started to make a post about it but it was like
so you’re just going to have to trust me
Enough people asked me to Get Into This that, you know what, fine. Let’s get into it. Under the cut please enjoy my doctoral dissertation, There Is No Carol In HR, or Captain America Is a Big Ol’ Creep and I Can Prove It with Maps.
rays of light peeked
through the gap in the curtains to illuminate the face
of the man who was more accustomed to moonlight than the early summer
sun. he grunted and pulled the duvet covers over his head, only to
pull them down again a moment later as the smell of freshly brewed
coffee floated in from the open door. grantaire, bleary-eyed and
yawning, made his way to the kitchen. it was cool and calm in the early morning haze and coffee and paint stains adorned the vintage worktops. grantaire smiled softly as combeferre
kissed him good morning – combeferre never did mind grantaire’s
early morning stubble. grantaire rest his head on combeferre’s
shoulder and combeferre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist
in return, cuddling him tightly.
[three birds outside and one of the birds is laying down sadly]
bird: “what’s wrong? want a kiss?”
[bird proceeds to kiss sad bird with small kissing sound]
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