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๐‘น๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’”. gรถnderiyi yeniden yayฤฑnladฤฑ

โ € โ € โ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐.โž โธบ ๐‘๐„๐„๐’๐„ ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐–๐€๐˜. โธบ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐œ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ.


๐‘น๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’”. gรถnderiyi yeniden yayฤฑnladฤฑ

โ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ.โž โธบ ๐‹๐€๐ƒ๐˜ ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐“๐‡. โธบ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ ๐›๐ฒ ๐Œ๐œ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ.


๐‘น๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’”. gรถnderiyi yeniden yayฤฑnladฤฑ

ใ…คใ…ค โ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .โž โธบ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‘๐ˆ๐๐‚๐„๐’๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐€๐‹๐ƒ๐€๐‘๐€ โธบ ๐Ž๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ฒ ๐Œ๐œ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ.


Heโ€™s spontaneously brought the reader ice skating with him.

scarsofstripes's tweet image. Heโ€™s spontaneously brought the reader ice skating with him.

A gentle pinch to the blonde's side at the rolling of eyes. He took her hand into his then, kissing the top while leading them out of the natatorium. "The day's been a bit of a blur. A lot of little things that required my attention. How was dealing with the press?"

ellie rolled her eyes with a smile. โ€œwhat else have you been up to today, then? sorry I havenโ€™t been around. the press conference got quite busy.โ€



He was already resting on the ledge when she eventually came to join him. The water dripping off of him, while he leaned back with his hands braced behind him. "I hardly see the pool get used, so I figured I'd find out how it compares to a good run."

ellie rolled her eyes with a smile. โ€œwhat else have you been up to today, then? sorry I havenโ€™t been around. the press conference got quite busy.โ€



It wasnโ€™t entirely uncommon for him to push himself to the limit. Often times, it was the most quick and effective way to quiet his thoughts. There isnโ€™t one particular thing plaguing his mind. But heโ€™d never turn down her companyโ€” if offered.

โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €if he's overdone it, however, then there might just be a motive. and the pool is usually what soothes her spirit. does he want to talk about it or. . .?



The towel used to dry himself off, he then wrapped it around his lower body. A few droplets cascading down his chest. โ€œIf it involves a certain blonde joining me, then yes.โ€

โ€œit isnโ€™t a competition when youโ€™re overworking yourself, my love.โ€ she smiled a little bit. โ€œI think this calls for a nap, donโ€™t you?โ€



He adverted his eyes in true gentleman fashion. Waiting until sheโ€™d joined him in the water to look again. โ€œItโ€™s all yours.โ€ He said while resting near the edge, the burn in his limbs and chest telling him he needed to quit.

โ€œit isnโ€™t a competition when youโ€™re overworking yourself, my love.โ€ she smiled a little bit. โ€œI think this calls for a nap, donโ€™t you?โ€



His eyes cut to her after heโ€™d wiped his face on a nearby towel. A moment needed to catch his breath. โ€œYou planning on doing a few laps?โ€

โ€œit isnโ€™t a competition when youโ€™re overworking yourself, my love.โ€ she smiled a little bit. โ€œI think this calls for a nap, donโ€™t you?โ€



He uses his upper strength to lift entirely up and out of the pool. โ€œI think I counted seventy laps.โ€ The towel taken with a grateful smile, Steve still out of breath.


|| Iโ€™m getting some quotes and then others it just says nope.


The nasty weather seemed a bit trivial for his preference of running. The pool is almost too quiet and dark though. Not how he likes to start the day.

โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €he's one for swimming too? she usually does so when under stress [ or when running won't do ].



|| I seem to have lost a lot of replies now that Iโ€™m trying to respond to people. Thatโ€™s super fun.


He mightโ€™ve overdone it.


He frowns at the visible reaction from her. โ€œI was only teasing, Tash.โ€ The distance closed between them, his arms slowly come around her from behind. It being more intimate than he realized.

Probably she was just trying to be her flirty self. But seems.. it didnโ€™t worked..? โ€œWell.. uh- no? I just- nevermindโ€ฆโ€



He doesnโ€™t immediately react while the words sink in. Itโ€™s unexpected to say the least. โ€œAre you trying to butter me up for something?โ€ It seems more likely than her willing being soft.

Blinking, her head tilt aside. She was thinking about if she should say her next words or not. Well, sheโ€™ll risk it. โ€œIโ€™m always lost without you, Rogers.โ€



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