#house is pining for wilson this time so wilson is angry and shut off from his emotions

[jimmy-wilson]

so the first time House got psychosomatic pain it was seen as obvious evidence that he was still in love with Stacy. Second time, when Wilson is in trouble and pushing that stress on House and House gets new random shoulder pain its......what? Just bros being bros and giving each other inexplicable serious psychosomatic pain that’s been shown to manifest when House doesn’t want to confront his feelings? Maybe they’ll get some beers after, watch monster trucks. Oh wait, that’s exactly what they do, the dumbasses.

[shurisneakers]

espresso [9]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning: implied homophobia, mentions of cheating swearing, angst, pining (????), wii music 

A/N: hello i’m barely alive what a surprise. this is my entry for the lovely @viktordrago‘s writing challenge. thank you to my girl @samingtonwilson love u and i hope you know that espresso would be nothing without u

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 8 || Espresso Masterlist

“Is that everything?” Bucky asked, turning halfway to face you. 

You gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, shutting the trunk of his car. “Alright, let’s get this road trip started.”

You tightened the scarf around your neck as you got into the front seat of his car. Rebecca had juvenilely shouted dibs on the back seats, saying she intended to hibernate for most of the trip.

Less than a week from Christmas, the three of you were driving back to your hometown for the holiday. New Year’s Eve, however, was to be spent in your grimy dormitories and apartments since Bucky was nervous to be even slightly unprepared for class and beyond anxious about being stuck in traffic with the rest of the returning students.

Of course, much to his dismay, it was only a half-hour before Becca began her moaning and groaning. “How long ‘til we get there?”

“I told you we should have brought the tranquillizer,” Bucky sighed to you, hissing and jolting forward when Becca flicked the back of his head.

“Couple of hours, give or take depending on traffic,” you let her know, looking at the Google maps route you had opened on Bucky’s phone.

She settled back down and chose to look at her phone instead, the device keeping her occupied for only a handful of minutes before she looked up again.

“Pass me the aux cord, I wanna play my music.”

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Wii score soundtracks are not considered music.”

“Wow.” Her eyes were wide in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m related to such an uncultured swine.”

“Other songs also banned in this car are on this list I made for you,” Bucky reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a white, folded sheet of paper, handing it to her.

“What the-“ she began, quickly scanning over the list. You could hear the wrinkling of the paper as her grip tightened. “The fuck you mean All Star isn’t allowed?”

“It means I’ve heard enough of it this past year and if I have to hear it one more time I’ll personally remove my brain from my skull and run it over with this car.” 

You found the fact that he took time to create something so… petty was amusing, but apparently she didn’t think so.

“I miss my girlfriend already,” Rebecca huffed, feet on the windowsill.

Bucky, eyes on the road, replied, “Shoulda invited her to our place.”

“I wanted to, but she said she wants to see her sisters. She’s got a big family.”

“If it helps, you’ve got me,” you nearly sang, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

You received a scowl in return. “I’d rather have no one at all, thanks.”

Hearing Bucky hiss through his teeth at her comeback before fading into laughter, you rolled your eyes with a smile that matched his as you muttered “bitch” under your breath.

“Also, asking Nat to come to our place probably wouldn’t be the brightest idea,” she added, moving in her seat to lean against the car door. 

The light atmosphere dropped and you felt a palpable tension in the car in a matter of mere seconds. You spared her a glance. 

She looked unfazed but you knew otherwise. “You know, considering the circumstances.”

“Maybe he’s different now, Becks,” Bucky tried with convincing optimism.

“Right, because he’s been known to just do that.” 

The both of you fell silent, not wanting to push the conversation.

“Whatever, it’s his loss.” Becca looked back into her phone and continued aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. “What’s everyone else doing for the vacation?”

“Steve’s with Peggy. I think they’re staying at her house. Clint is with Bruce and Thor. I don’t think they’re going anywhere specifically but I heard they’re doing a bar crawl for Christmas. Sam and Sam are at Wilson’s place.”

“What about Dot?” you looked at your nails as you asked, attempting to look indifferent rather than desperate– which you most definitely were.

He hummed questioningly before peering at you. “Oh, she’s back in town too.”

“Wait– our town?” Becca straightened up, leaning forward on her hands. She stuck her head between both your seats, her interest piqued.

“Yeah, she went to Culver. On the cheerleading squad,” you muttered, “She told me she and Bucky almost dated,” you added in a less than quiet whisper with the intention of only letting her hear.

You could feel her glare burning the side of your face. You didn’t have to face her to know why she was doing it but you chose to ignore her.

“Did you know I almost joined the cheerleaders at Middletown?” Becca announced, loud enough to make your eardrums vibrate and you wince.

“You didn’t have to yell, Jesus,” Bucky muttered through his teeth, using a hand against her forehead to push her back to her seat.

“You did not almost join the cheerleaders.”

“Hell yeah I did! I got kicked out on the second day.”

“How?”

“I was told I tried to ‘make friends the wrong way,’” she said with her fingers hooked in air quotes, voice deeper for imitative purposes.

Bucky snorted. ”Knowing you, you probably offered to smoke them all out behind the bleachers with your stupid purple pipe.”

“Listen, it’s how I made friends in high school. A little indica, a little trip to Taco Bell.” She shrugged. “Thought it would work with them. Apparently fucking not.”

“Wait, how come you never offered to smoke me out?” you narrowed your eyes at her. “Did you not know how much I envied the stoners?”

“I didn’t need to waste the good stuff on you. I became friends with you because you kicked sand in my face when we were seven and thought it was the funniest thing.”

“Accidentally.”

“Your laughter said otherwise, you Jafar sounding bitch.”

“You know you’re gonna have to tone down the swearing when you get home, right?” He glanced at her expectantly as realization dawned on her.

“By how much?” 

“On a scale of one to ten, one being you on your best behavior and ten being your usual behavior, aim for negative twelve,” Bucky told her as she let out a groan again, head drooping into her hands.

“How many do you think I can get past her because she missed me?”

“Zero.”

“I can’t wait to see you struggle in front of your mom.” You grinned. “It’s my favourite part of dinner.”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “’Course it is.”

“God, how many Christmases have we spent together? Twelve?” Bucky asked distantly, seemingly ignoring the exchange you both shared.

“This’ll be the eleventh. I spent Christmas three years ago with, uh– with him,” you answered, surprisingly without an angry edge to your tone.

“Oh,” Becca said, quietening down.

“Yeah.” You looked out of the window, your breath fogging up the glass. “I wonder what he’s doing now.”

“Last I heard, he was sent to the nurse with a broken nose,” she mused playfully, eyebrow raising. “Coincidentally, it was the same time my brother got suspended from school for three days for a fight in the cafeteria.”

Bucky and you shared a quick glance before a small smile upturned the corner of his lips.

“He’s a bartender or waits tables or something now, I think.” You shrugged, playing with a loose thread on your sweater. “Don’t know if he’s still here or he left.”

“Have you kept in contact with him?” Bucky asked, voice strained. You knew it to be a symptom of rising annoyance, one you rarely saw from him.

“Nah. Someone mentioned it to me,” you shrugged casually.

“You sure?” Becca’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed and you almost rolled your eyes at the dramatic concern. “It’s okay to still care about-”

“I stopped caring about his life the minute I found out he was cheating on me with some girl from another school,” you said lowly, hoping to make your point. ”Let’s just drop this, yeah? I don’t plan on ever talking to him again.”

Neither of them said anything for a while until Bucky broke the silence again, “Honestly, I wouldn’t hesitate to break his nose again if he tried talking to you.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied, smiling as he did, too.

In her usual dramatic fashion, Becca sighed and slumped against the seats, forearm thrown over her eyes. “How did we all end up here?” 

“Fate. Destiny.”

“A horse,” Bucky grinned at you knowingly resulting in your laughter at his stupid reference.

“Maybe because we’re all running from something,” Becca ignored you both, staring out of the window.

“Not that deep,” Bucky said with a roll of his eyes, turning left. “Besides, I have nothing to run from.”

“Sure about that?” she raised her eyebrows at him. 

You looked at him curiously.

He shook his head wordlessly, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

“Whatever you say, bro.” She shrugged, before an evil smile took over her face. “Hey Bucky, guess what?”

“What?”

“You missed out a song on the list. Guess what we’re listening to on repeat for an hour.”

***

By the time you reached the town, it was nearly four. The plan was to stop at his place, drop off their stuff, say hi to his parents and then leave you at your house.

The Barnes’ house was clearly the most spirited one in the neighbourhood, with decorations lining the front yard all the way up to the door. Reindeers, coloured lights, fake snowmen- everything that you could think of was there.

Bucky lugged his and his sister’s bags out of the car, and held on to the both of them while you and her trudged to the front door. Becca had barely knocked on the front door when it opened with such force that the wind alone nearly knocked you off your feet.

“You’re here!” a voice you had grown up with for over a decade exclaimed, instantly brightening up your mood.

“Hi, Mom,” Becca almost squeaked as her mother half-crushed her to death before releasing her to look her up and down.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you both,” she said with a grin, pulling you into a hug as well, patting your back affectionately.

“It’s great to see you again, Mrs. B.”

“You look wonderful as usual, Y/N. How’s school going?”

“I’m scraping by,” you half-joked with a shrug.

“Aren’t we all?” Bucky’s voice nearly startled you from behind you and you parted to give his mother a more clear view of him. 

He beamed at her, adjusting the bags on his shoulder. “Hey, Ma.”

“Is this a horse or my son?” Winnie laughed, pulling Bucky into a hug as soon as he came through the door. Pulling at the strands of his hair, she sighed out another laugh, “Goodness, you’ve got a mane.”

“He’s definitely got the name for it,” Becca teased, earning a glare from him. “What? Bucky sounds like a horse.”

He discreetly flipped her his middle finger, picking up their bags and walking down the hall to their rooms to put them down. You watched him as he disappeared from sight, only snapping out of it due to the weight of a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ll be over for dinner on Christmas Eve, won’t you?” Winnie asked, arm around yours and Becca’s shoulders as she led you into the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls was almost overwhelming, but a quick sense of familiarity soon took over.

“Of course she is. It’s tradition,” Becca answered for you while her mother hummed. 

Your parents weren’t big on Christmas, instead choosing to just spend it like a normal day. For as long as you remembered, Becca had always invited you to spend it with her family and you gladly accepted and soon it became something you looked forward to every year.

“It’s going to be better than last year’s,” she sounded excited as she placed a plate of cookies in front of you. “Ever since these two left, the house has been much more livable.”

It did look cleaner than the last time you were here but the worn out wallpaper, the darkened mantle over the fireplace and the dining table that still had chips in it from the times it was run into remained the same. It was the same comfortable house you’d spent a lot of your childhood in.

“I’d be offended at that if you didn’t actually call me every second day to ask about my life,” she snorted, stuffing a cookie into her mouth, making her mother laugh. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’ll be late but he’ll be here tonight,” she informed her, taking a seat at the table. 

You reached for a cookie only to have the plate pushed towards you. You cast Winnie a grateful look as she just smiled.

“Great, now I know when to avoid him,” Becca said more to herself, and you stopped chewing.

“Rebecca-“ her mom sighed, leaning forward on her elbows.

“He made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to be around me the last time I saw him, Mom.”

“Just give him a chance to adjust, please,” Winnie tried. 

You swallowed thickly, knowing where this conversation was heading.

“Did you tell him about Nat?” Becca cut in, discarding her half eaten cookie on the plate. 

There was silence. 

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Despite what you think, he doesn’t hate you.”

“He just can’t stand to be near me,” she finished, smiling a half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

You had lost your appetite completely, choosing instead to just toy with your fingers and look away from the conversation as if you weren’t there.

“Becca, did you fucking carry your entire dorm room in your backpack or what?” Bucky grumbled as he walked into the kitchen, massaging his wrist.

“No swearing, James,” his mother reminded him softly as he bent down to press a kiss against her cheek.

“Sorry mom,” he didn’t sound very apologetic. He looked at you instead, jingling his keys. “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ll text you Becks,” you said in a hurry. Your chair screeched as you pushed it back, standing up. “Thank you for the cookies, Mrs. B. I’ll see you soon.”

You waved at them, hearing a quick goodbye before jogging to Bucky’s side.

“I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle of that,” he whispered.

“I just don’t get it,” you sighed, ducking to sit in the front seat. “It’s been years now and he still hasn’t budged.”

“We don’t know that yet. Maybe he has,” his voice was unsure and he didn’t look at you as he pulled out of the driveway and back onto the road.

“Maybe.”

There was something playing on the radio that you weren’t paying attention to. It served as background noise as you took in your surroundings. It had been nearly a year since you’d visited home and you missed it, but sometimes it felt easier to avoid some of the things that had happened here.

“You’ll be over for dinner, right?” Bucky asked. His eyes were still trained on the road ahead.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“Looking forward to it,” he offered you a smile, prompting you to observe him for a minute.

He had managed to pull a beanie on and looked softer than he already was constantly. His nose was bitten red from the cold, something that you found stupidly endearing even though you’d seen him like this over a hundred times.

“I’m looking forward to it, too.”

“Of course you would,” he said, a boyish grin on his face. “Why wouldn’t you want to spend more time with me?”

“Remind me who you are again?” you asked with a tilted head, leaving him laughing. “Your mom’s cooking is the only thing I care about.”

“You’re breakin’ my heart.”

“Assuming you have one, that is.”

He murmured something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you chuckled anyway. You felt lighter somehow, the slight edge you were on smoothing out slowly.

“You excited to be back home?” He turned right into a familiar cul de sac, driving at a much slower speed now.

“Meh. I’m excited to see everyone but… you know.”

“It’s tiring?”

“Incredibly.”

He didn’t have to ask– he knew which house to stop in front of. It was one of the bigger houses on the block, stretching tall over the others in comparison. It looked newly painted and there were lights strung up outside serving as bare minimum decoration.

“Well, I hope you it isn’t as shitty as you think it’s gonna be,” he mumbled, twisting in his seat to face you.

“That’s a nice way to put it.”

“You deserve good things, Mario, you really do.” There was a pink dusting spreading over his cheeks as well, the jacket he had around himself unable to prevent it. Your eyes flitted down to his lips momentarily, finding them slightly dry due to the cold weather but they looked pretty anyway. He was pretty.

“Thanks, Buck,” your voice was unusually soft. “You do, too.”

Neither of you knew what to say and you could feel yourself wanting to put yourself out of your misery by just kissing the idiot. 

But you didn’t. You let yourself take him in for a second more before clearing your throat and looking away, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“I guess it’s time I go see my-“

“Y/N, listen, if you’re free later, or if you want to, I-“ he suddenly interrupted your actions, making you stop to look at him. He paused for a second, never dropping your stare. 

Oh Jesus.

“Yeah?” Please just ask me out, for the love of God.

“I could- I could set you up on the last date?” The what now?

“What?”

“I mean, it’s nearly the end of the year. It’s been months since we started and you’ve still got one date left. I know someone here you might like, if you’re up for it.”

“Um-“ your mind screamed to say no, to just tell him you’re interested in him and move the fuck on, but apparently your body had other plans because the next thing you could remember saying was, “…Okay, alright.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah. Last date, right?”

“Yup. Fifth one’s the charm.”

“Ha, hope so,” you couldn’t stop the disappointment in your voice as you shrugged. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he confirmed, nodding. ”Christmas Eve-Eve.”

“Cool. Catch you then.” 

He bit his lip as you got out of the car, watching as you grabbed the backpack with your stuff and swung it over your shoulder. 

“Thanks for the ride, Bucky.”

You waved at him, he waved at you, and you rang the doorbell. The door swung open immediately and excited arms swooped you off the porch and into the house, door shutting behind you.

Bucky exhaled. He twisted the key to hear the engine sputter before starting fully, knuckles almost translucent with how hard he was gripping the wheel.

“What the fuck?” he muttered to himself. He almost banged his forehead against the window. “You absolute fucking idiot.”

[elcorhamletlive]

fandom: MCU (Alternate Universe - High School) ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark tags: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Tooth-rotting fluff, Pining

Dear Journal,

Jarvis told me a journal could help when I can’t use my phone in class and I get bored because I already know everything the teachers are saying. So now I’m in Math class and I’m super bored, so I decided to write to make it seem like I’m taking notes.

Ms. Karen is looking my way right now. Let’s see if she buys it.

She bought it. Great. This class is already starting late because she took time out of it to introduce the new student, so I guess she doesn’t has time to check if I’m actually copying the equations.

The new guy is kind of funny. His name is Steve and he’s really small. I kind of like him already because now I’m not the shortest guy in our year anymore.

Great, the bell rang. Ttyl.

Book of Tony

Tony’s Declassified School Survival Guide

Death Note

Dear J,

Yeah, that works for me. I like calling you J. Not my best nickname, but it will have to do.

Today I’m in History class, and it’s been a really fun class. The new guy, Steve, sits right in front of me.

And, like, he’s definitely a huge nerd. Not in the sense that he gets good grades, because I don’t know if he does, but he’s always paying attention to the teacher’s every word. And he never talks during class (I don’t think he’s made any friends yet).

But today he talked. Because Hodge was picking on Banner, and then Steve just stood up and went right in front of the table and told him to stop. Just like that.

Hodge laughed, of course. But it was still pretty cool.

Dear J,

Here’s a list of all the things more interesting than this class right now:

Dum-E’s beeps when he manages to hose something.

Mold forming under the teacher’s table.

All the Star Wars prequels.

Steve Rogers’ socks.

(They’re, like, actual wool socks that go all the way to half of his calf. It’s like he deliberately set out to dress as an uncool loser. They have a pattern of little cows. It’s amazing.)

Dear J,

I can’t believe I’m writing this, but History class was awesome.

Get this: Steve got into a fight with Mr. Jenkins about Columbus. Because Mr. Jenkins had just finished reading a passage from a book about him, and he asked if anyone had any questions, and Steve just raised his hand and Mr. Jenkins was like, “Sure, go ahead, Mr. Rogers” (the teachers like Steve because he’s so quiet) and Steve just said “Why doesn’t it say anything about all the rapes and violence he committed?”.

I don’t think Mr. Jenkins likes Steve very much now.

Still, it was the most interesting thing to ever happen in his class in years. He should be grateful.

Dear J,

I thought about talking to Steve after class, to let him know I thought it was cool, what he did.

I don’t really go to the cafeteria during lunch, because since Rhodey graduated I don’t really have a table to sit. Eating alone suckssss.

I thought I could sit with Steve, maybe? Because he’s new, so I thought, he probably doesn’t know anyone yet.

But it turns out he does know someone. He sat at the table of this big dude named Bucky Barnes.

I’m eating at the informatics club right now.

Dear J,

A probably incomplete list of Steve Rogers’ socks:

plain black socks (my least favorite)

the ones with the cows I mentioned before (he seems to like those, he wears them a lot).

red and blue stripped socks (sometimes just one foot paired with another one from the list, usually the plain pair. not sure if political commentary or not)

blue socks with little stars

blue socks with little R2-D2s (by far my favorite)

The last one makes me wonder if he’s into Star Wars. Maybe he just thinks R2-D2 is cool, though, which is also a valid opinion.

I kind of want to ask, but he’s always with that Barnes guy. It’s hard to get a moment to talk to him.

Dear J,

Talked to Steve today right after Math class. Ok, actually I kinda ran into him, but then we started talking? I complimented his socks and everything. At first he thought I was making fun of him, but then I showed him a picture of my star wars Lego set and he believed it. We talked so much Ms. Hill had to tell us to shut up and let her start the class.

He’s really funny, J. I didn’t know he was funny.

Dear J,

Steve invited me to have lunch with them today. Ngl I was a little nervous – didn’t wanna talk to Barnes – but I met his friends, Sam Wilson and this girl, Sharon Carter, and it was actually kind of fun.

It certainly beats eating in the informatics room.

Dear J,

Yesterday at lunch, Barton sat with us. I didn’t mind it (Barton is ok, I guess) until he decided to make a stupid comment about Barnes and Steve. It was so fucking stupid. Just because Barnes gave Steve his fries. Like, are you in fifth grade?

I could’ve given Steve my fries. I wasn’t gonna eat them anyway. But Barnes offered first. damnit

Dear J,

Today Steve asked me to help him with his math homework. I said yes, I’d love it.

(Why the fuck did I say that? Like, sure, I could’ve said yes, but why did I say I’d love it? That’s such a weird thing to say.

Steve just smiled. But I bet he thought it was weird.)

Now I’m in last period, ignoring Mr. Coulson and getting all nervous because I’m supposed to go to Steve’s house after school.

What if say something stupid? Worse, what if I start rambling and I say something shitty and he gets mad? And am I gonna be a good teacher anyway? I always go off when I talk about Math, sometimes I don’t understand what I’m saying. What if Steve sits there, looks at me with those blue eyes they’re so blue, holy shit and I end up, like, talking about the Hodge conjecture or something? That’s not really date talk.

And is that even a date? Would Steve even want to have a date with me?

Ok, class’s over. Gotta go, J. Wish me luck.

Dear J,

Yesterday was AWESOME.

We talked a lot. I even told him about the Hodge conjecture after all!! And Steve said it was amazing I know this. He sounded like he really meant it (he always sounds like he means everything he says. It’s something in the way he talks).

Steve thinks he’s bad at math, but he isn’t. He just has a harder time with numbers. He’s actually super smart. And he’s so fun to talk to, J. He’s just so...

I don’t know if it was a date. We didn’t kiss or anything. But I had a great time. I hope he asks for help again.

Dear J,

He asked again!! I’m supposed to help him with his chemistry homework on Saturday. Again not sure if this is a date, but it’s so awesome.

Today at lunch there was something a little different with us. Barnes was there, sure, but I could barely notice his presence, and I bet Steve didn’t either. We were talking about what might happen to Kylo Ren in the next movies. I’m pro-redemption, he’s against it. We talked so much we didn’t even notice when the bell rang.

Anthony Stark-Rogers

Anthony Rogers

Anthony Rogers-Stark

Dear J,

Can’t really focus on writing lately. I’ve been just scribbling stuff.

(Don’t give me this look. You’re a journal, you can’t judge me.)

Dear J,

It’s been almost a week since I last wrote here. Feels a bit weird to write down what went on, honestly, but I’m gonna try. I missed writing in you.

So. Apparently, last time I scribbled those stupid names (so fucking stupid), I was grinning like an idiot, and Hodge started teasing me, asking me what was up. Of course, I can’t keep my mouth shut, so I snapped back at him and he got angry and he and his friends cornered me on the way out and took you out of my backpack and, I mean, you were there. They started reading aloud, laughing the whole time.

Steve was in the bathroom, so he only got to it around the ending, but he definitely heard enough. I was so fucking embarrassed, I couldn’t even think, I just grabbed you and ran away.

Now Steve keeps calling me and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to answer him because I don’t want to hear him rejecting me, and I don’t want to have to apologize for writing all that stupid shit about him because I didn’t think anyone would read it! I just thought I was being dumb in my journal, alone, like it’s my God-given right as a stupid teenager in love with someone.

Yeah, there, I said it. No point in pretending anymore, I guess, since the whole school has probably heard it by now. I’m in love, and Steve isn’t, and now everyone knows and I just want to stay in my room for the rest of my life.

Dear J,

Barnes called me. I answered almost out of surprise, to be honest– I didn’t even know he had my number. He didn’t bother telling me how he got it, he just straight up started saying I needed to answer Steve before he did anything dumber. And then I said “you mean, before he does anything dumb” (I don’t normally correct people, but I wanted to be an asshole with him), but he answered: “No, idiot, he already did something dumb”.

And then I found out Steve got suspended.

Because he punched Hodge in the face.

I kind of didn’t have anything to say to that, so Barnes was just like “yeah, I know” and told me the whole story. Apparently, a few days after the mess, Steve went to Hodge, because he wanted to get Hodge to apologize to me (he’s a fan of impossible causes) and of course Hodge told him to fuck off and I guess he said something about me (Barnes didn’t know what it was because Steve refused to repeat) and then Steve punched his face.

And that’s. I mean, that’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever heard, right? So I told that to Barnes, and he was all like: “Of course you think that. You two idiots were made for each other”.

So I guess I don’t hate Barnes anymore.

And I’m calling Steve tonight. Wish me luck.

Dear J,

I’m writing this now in Steve’s room. He went downstairs to see if the popcorn was ready, and I thought I’d update you a little.

When I called him, yesterday, at first he was super shocked I was actually talking to him. I asked how he was, and I told him about my talk with Barnes (guess I should start calling him Bucky now?). He said he was fine, which is Steve speak for “Hodge totally punched him back”, so I wanted to see him, and he told me come over.

And… I’m here now, so you can guess how it went. We didn’t fuck or anything – Steve told me he’s never done it before with anyone, and when we do it I want it to be special, so special he never wants to do it with anyone else. But we kissed, and we kissed a lot, and let me tell you, we’d totally still be kissing if we didn’t have to stop and do other meaningless things, like breathing and sleeping.

Steve says he didn’t kiss many people before me, but he’s such a great kisser, J. He’s just- he tastes so good and his mouth is so soft and just… Yeah. Awesome. 10/10, would do it again (will do it again as soon as he gets back with the popcorn).

We talked about you, too. He said he thinks it’s "super cute", that I write in you – and then he flushed and started saying he didn’t mean to be condescending, which was super cute too. He says he’s not good at writing many things, mostly he draws.

He showed me a few of his drawings. I’m in a few, and there’s one of both of us holding hands, which was how the kissing started.

Now I’m listening to his steps coming up the stairs, so I better go. I’m so happy, J. I didn’t even know I could get this happy.

Dear J,

The best things about dating Steve Rogers, in no particular order.

Getting to see his socks’ drawer and pick out my favorites for him to wear on our dates (the R2-D2 pair is still the winner, but he’s got one with little stars he only wears at home that I kind of love because I’m the only one who sees it).

Eating his mom’s cookies.

Joining his mom in her efforts to make him eat more (and the way he frowns and gets all grumpy about it).

Watching him shoot angry glares at Hodge any time he breathes in my direction (I considered telling Steve to relax, but, honestly, I kind of love it when he does that).

Cuddling with him in bed while he watches this youtube video I found that proves Kylo’s redemption is inevitable.

Kissing the little freckles behind his ears and watching as he blushes all over.

The smile he’s gonna give when I show him this list.

Gotta go, J. Ttyl.

P.S.: It’s totally gonna be “Stark-Rogers”.