Literature
Please don't go (Steve x Reader) one shot
You were dragging your feet behind you, climbing up the stair, trying to make it home. It had been a long day at work and all you wanted now was to drop on the couch, stuff yourself with fries and watch a movie. Preferably one where you didn’t have to think. You searched for your keys in your purse and slowly opened the door, already feeling a headache pounding against the inside of your skull. You’d probably be asleep halfway through the evening.
When you entered your apartment a delicious smell filled your nostrils, taking away some of the fatigue that had nested into your muscles. “Steve, is that you?” you call
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