Steve/Bucky whoops drunk texted the BFF you’re into him trope
Bucky: Sometimes I look at you and want you so badly I forget
Bucky: I forget that we’ve been friends for over a decade
Bucky: I forget why it’s a bad idea
Bucky: All I think about is touching you and how you’d taste and that we’re probably perfect for each other
Bucky: I forget to forget
Bucky woke up to the sun shining in through a crack in his closed curtains and hitting his eyes dead on. He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes, and rolled over so his face was smooshed into his pillow. His mouth was dry and tasted like fermented things, and his head hurt from drinking too much the night before.
He tried to focus on when he’d finally left the bar and wandered home, but all he could remember was the string of texts he’d sent Steve and he ended up pushing himself up into a sitting position so fast he experienced a dizzy moment of vertigo.
He might puke and not from the hangover.
His phone was plugged into the charger right where he always left it, looking innocuous and not like it had betrayed the secret he’d managed to keep for the last five years. Tentatively he reached out and picked it up, pressing the button to turn on the lockscreen.
Well, Bucky thought, maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Maybe he hadn’t sent everything he thought he sent. Steve was likely to all-caps WHAT to Bucky for half of his drunk texts, mostly because Bucky got philosophical and started quoting obscure Aristotelian theories to him. Bucky liked to joke he was smarter while drunk while Steve rolled his eyes and told him that maybe if he stopped underrepresenting his own intelligence all the time it wouldn’t seem that way.
Well, Bucky thought a little hysterically as he stared at the chain of texts he’d sent Steve the night before, where was all that intelligence now?
Fuck. He was so stupid.
He closed his eyes for a moment and tried not to think about his whole world caving in. Yeah.
It was somehow worse that Steve had sent WHAT more than half an hour before and then hadn’t followed it up with anything. Somehow, Bucky had almost expected to wake up to a confession in return, or at least something more definitive.
Fuck. He scrubbed his hand over his face. This was the worst. Now he had to decide whether to make the brave move again and he wasn’t drunk this time to make it seem like a good idea.
He was just considering the merits of haha yeah you’re hot :p but idk what I drank last night to encourage this VS. I meant every word when someone unlocked the door to his apartment.
Bucky was holding his phone and staring at his bedroom door with a wide-eyed sort of panic when Steve burst into it.
“WHAT?” he said in person, staring at Bucky and sweating a little like he’d run up all four flights of stairs to Bucky’s apartment after speed-walking over.
Bucky stared at him and then wordlessly held up his phone.
Steve stared back.
“Did you drunk confess to me?” Steve asked, sounding a bit strangled.
“I’m not going to sober confess it to you,” Bucky pointed out, wry and vaguely annoyed that Steve came over for this conversation so he had to actually look at him. Steve was way too polite and gentlemanly and well raised. He needed to get with the generation who texted this type of shit like Bucky had, apparently.
“Why? That’s not the type of thing you tell your best friend. Oh hey Steve so sometimes I don’t think of you platonically, so now you’re going to feel weird around me when we cuddle on the couch during movies and shift away from potential boners.”
“Try this: Oh hey Bucky, maybe I wouldn’t shift away from them if I knew they existed!”
“EXACTLY,” Steve yelled back, looking way too smug and vindicated for this moment. What an asshole.
“I… what?” Bucky repeated. He stared at Steve silently for a few moments. The moment was ladened. “Are we going to make out now?”
“It smells like beer sweats and regret in here,” Steve pointed out, wrinkling his nose. “I’m going to go home and get ready for work and you’re going back to sleep. Then you’re going to shower and come over for a movie tonight.”
“Bring your potential boners,” Steve said as a parting shot as he walked out of the bedroom.
Yeah, like Bucky was going to sleep after that.