(Me and colorfulpersonality love this ship so much, so yeah)
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"Tell me am I going crazy?"
"Uh-huh!"
Scott couldn't stop thinking about him, he was so perfect.
"Tell me have I lost my mind?
"Yeah!"
It was eleven o'clock at night. Scott couldn't sleep. his material, his smile, his sumptuous blue eyes. He called his friends, Luis, Kurt, and Dave for advice.
"Am I just afraid of lovin?'"
"Uh-huh!"
Steve Fucking Rogers.
"Or am I not the loving kind?"
"Yeah!"
Scott remembered that part where Steve asked him to join the civil war, obviously he was fangirling, and that's when he had a heated feeling inside. Love?
"Kissin' in the moonlight, movies on a late-night, getting old,"
"Uh-huh!"
"I've been there, done that, supposed to be hot but it's just cold,"
"Yeah!"
Scott was always thinking about Steve kissing him, touching him, and loving him. But his mind said: He ain't gonna notice you dumb bitch and stop checking your phone cause he's not gonna notice, YOU DUMB FUCK.
"Somebody wake my heart, light me up, set fire to my soul,"
"Uh-huh!"
"Cause I can't do it anymore!"
"Yeah!"
Scott was tired, but couldn't sleep, his mind said: Steve Steve Steve. It's like when you're sleeping and the heart rate is normal, but when you see someone of your dreams. The heart rate goes up.
"Gimmie that Can't sleep love,"
"I want that Can't sleep, love,"
"The kind of dream about our day, The kind that keeps me up all night,"
"Gimmie that can't sleep love,"
"Yeah!"
Scott groaned in impediment and was flustered
Don't worry, your requests are coming, give me time.