excessive usage of the winky face
Bucky collapsed on his bed, deep in thought. How does a human being look like that- like the way Steve does? He's so... ugh.
Bucky felt his stomach lurch because he thought of Steve compared to him and realized that Steve would never want some plain old, regular college student like him. I mean, Steve was beyond normal- he was tall, he was muscular and fit, he had a gorgeous face. How could this guy even be in college? Why isn't he some sort of male model, like what the hell.
Bucky started biting his nails, a bad habit of his. He was starting to get anxious, because this was all new territory for him. Meeting guys, and actually liking them? I mean, sure, Sam had set him up on a few dates and they were alright, but no one ever stuck out like Steve did when he first saw him. And it sucks, Bucky thought, because Steve would never like me, and he's someone I finally like.
He decided that he really did like Steve, because he was just such a wonderful person. And on Friday, when he sees him again, he's gonna try his best to avoid any conversation about anything other than the project, because Bucky did not want to get his hopes up- he couldn't possibly get his hopes up.
His phone buzzed.
steve rogers: i really want breakfast now
Bucky chuckled. Before they had left, Steve grabbed his phone and put his number in it, and texted him so that he could save Bucky's own number.
You see, Bucky thought that Steve just didn't want anything other than a good grade on his project, but when he got this text from Steve, his stomach fluttered and he couldn't help but smile because this guy, this freaking guy, would be the death of him.
"Hey, Buck, you home?" Sam called from the front door, and slammed it behind him. "Ugh never mind, I see your ugly ass shoes on the floor, I know you're here."
"Yeah, I'm in here- and those shoes are not ugly, they're unique," Bucky insists, thinking of his beat up white converse, covered in random doodles and dirt.
"How was class?" Sam asks, as he walks into Bucky's room.
"Fine, the usual," Bucky says, and he feels guilty. He knows he should tell Sam about his kind-of-crush on Steve, but he was scared. Scared because he knew that Sam would push him to ask him out on a date, or something forward like that. And Bucky just was too scared to do that.
"Wanna get lunch?" Sam asks, and plops on Bucky's bed. "I'm fucking starved, man."
"Nah, not too hungry," replied Bucky, thinking of his lunch with Steve but not saying anything.
"Your loss, I want pizza," Sam says, and gets up with a sigh. "I'm ordering a pie, you're welcome to have some if you want."
"Ew, no," Bucky says, and sits up from lying down. "You're gonna order onion and that shit is gross."
"Well I'm sorry I don't like olives on my pizza, you freak," Sam teases with a smile, and walks out the room. "Offer still stands!" he yells from inside.
***
james: well ur gonna have to wait until friday to get breakfaSt ;)
Steve smiles so big that his face starts to hurt. He texted James hoping that maybe he'd answer, maybe they can start texting and be friends in a way that wasn't based on designing prosthetic arms.
Not that it was bad, or anything! Steve was happy that he had the chance to help James, but it's like... he sat with him in Asgard and they ate lunch and they talked like they had known each other for years now. They talked and joked around with one another so easily, it kind of scared Steve.
And Steve was okay with the idea that he may have to be friends with James, and friends only. I mean, he was gonna die every time James smiled and groaned in frustration and said something cute, but Steve decided it was worth it to suppress the need to combust every time James did something cute, and he decided it was worth it to be James's friend.
And hey, maybe his text to James was a little flirty, if not desperate. But, Steve didn't care because it didn't matter what James thought of him- nothing could happen, nothing could be wrong.
***
steve rogers: great so now u have control over my breakfast habits?? so demanding ;)
Bucky pauses, not sure how to respond.
steve rogers: does this mean I cant have breakfast tom morning? idk how long i could surviveeeee
Bucky laughs, and texts back.
me: ill allow u to have breakfast tom, but u have to send a picture so that i dont feel left out
Less than a minute later, Bucky's phone buzzes.
steve rogers: of me or the food? ;)
Okay, that was outright flirting. Bucky didn't know what to do, so he decided to beat Steve at his own game.
me: whatever helps u sleep at night, stevie :)))
Bucky through his phone down on his bed, hoping he didn't scare Steve off or make him feel weird, but less than thirty seconds later, his phone buzzed again.
steve rogers: since when do u call me stevie?
It buzzed again.
steve rogers: i like it ;)
Bucky tried to suppress his grin, but with no luck.
me: then u better take that pic stevie, or I wont b calling u that anymore
Now Bucky was full on blushing, and Sam walks in.
"What are you smiling about?" Sam asks suspiciously, and looks down and sees Bucky holding his phone. "Who're you texting, Buck?"
"Nothi- no one, Sammy-"
Sam sits down on the bed and tries to look at the phone. "Buuuuckkkkyyyy-"
"It's just some guy helping me with my project, that's all-"
"So he's cute? Are you guys text-flirting? ARE YOU GUYS SEXTING!" Sam bounced up and tries to grab the phone from Bucky, but with no luck.
"Jesus, you're like a teenage girl- and I would know, I lived with one most of my life," Bucky says, trying to distract Sam.
"So you're sexting then?"
"No!"
"Come on, just show me!" Sam whines, and Bucky gets up from the bed with his phone in his hand. "I won't tease you, just show me."
"Sammy, stop, nothing is happening, it's no one important-" his phone buzzes.
steve rogers: oh is that a threat? ur very controlling, u know that james? ;)
Jesus, Bucky thought, the man was full of innuendos, he has to stop using that stupid winky face.
"Is that him?!" Sam jumps and tries to look at the phone. "Lemme see!"
"Sam I'm legit going to kill you if you don't-"
"Fine, bitch, be like that. But don't come crying to me," Sam points at himself, "when your new boy does something you don't understand." And with that, Sam marches out of Bucky's room dramatically.
God, Bucky needed to find less hormonal people in his life.
me: u sure do like that winky face, dontcha stevie?
Bucky waits, watching the screen.
steve rogers: yeah, that and breakfast but uve taken that away from me, u monster
Bucky smiles, and pauses to think of a response.
me: all I ask for is a cute selfie, rogers
A few seconds pass and Steve texts him back.
steve rogers: awwwww u think im cute james? ur cute tooooooooo ;)
Bucky decides to stop the flirting, because soon enough he's going to end up permanently red in the face from embarrassment.
me: oh shut up, rogers
A few seconds pass.
steve rogers: only if u call me stevie
me: jesus, nd I thought I was demanding, stevie
steve rogers: ;))))
Bucky blushed again. Dammit.