Dear Diary,
I'm at a complete loss for words right now.
It was just so surreal, you know, everything that happened two nights ago. I can't even begin to fathom any of it.
It was... amazing. I keep seeing these little glimpses of it and remembering tiny pieces of it and it's driving me insane. I mean, I suppose I saw this coming but... not like this. I would have thought it would have been really bad or anticlimactic or excruciatingly painful but it wasn't any of those things. It was incredible, borderline magical.
And now, thinking back, I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was irrevocably the best night of my life and my life is, really, just beginning.
If I'm being honest, I wouldn't have expected it to be so... I don't even know how to put it, hot? Or, rather, I didn't think I could get so horny... shit. God, I would do it over again in a heartbeat.
Every spare moment I have is now spent thinking about him. About his perfect body or beautiful dark locks or his raspy voice that I can't get enough of. Sometimes, even, those breathy moans he made into my ear or the gentle touches all over my body or that little trail under his belly button leading down and down until... I'm doing it again.
I don't think I'll be able to even look at him anymore without remembering him fall apart before my very eyes. I mean, I'm hard right now just writing about this.
I never thought I would want someone so bad... no. I never imagined needing someone like I need Bucky.
This feeling I get forms a pit in my stomach every time I think about him and the best part is... no matter what he does and no matter what we do, it's a feeling I just can't seem to shake... and I love it.
~Steve Rogers
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Romance[BEING REWRITTEN RN] Steve Rogers is just a kid from Brooklyn. Despite what he may think, that doesn't mean his life won't become a revolving door for change. Even simply living a normal life in the 1930s is a task he cannot seem to follow through w...
