#brb dropping ass on his abs

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here’s me constantly pausing jjk every five seconds to admire how suckable toji looks:

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Prompt: “here’s money to cover my dinner. I’m leaving the restaurant, my dates a complete creep, but I didn’t want you thinking I ran out without paying and didn’t appreciate your service.” Sambucky/Samsteve

This was just supposed to be a small date with a guy from Grindr, and then we were supposed to hook up at his house. Bucky thought as he eyed the man in front of him. He had short brown hair, and blue eyes, his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. His profile picture was of him shirtless, showing off his six pack abs and muscles. He was pretty hot, but also kind of a creep.

“But yeah, then I was all like ‘fuck you, dog!” and then i hit him on the nose.“ his date added with a laugh. What was his name again? Josh? Jeff?

Whatever his name was, he was a total asshole. He kept trying to hit on the waiter when they got here, calling out things like “nice ass!’ and "you look like you’re a bottom? Are you a bottom?”

I mean, the waiter was attractive, but he didn’t deserve to be catcalled like that at his job.

Jeff?? That was what Bucky was gonna call him from now on, it seemed rude to call him “annoying prick”.

Jeff slid his chair back and threw down a napkin.

“Anyways, I gotta go piss. Brb!” Jeff then left the table.

Finally! Bucky thought to himself, as he downed down the last drop of wine in his glass. This date was a nightmare, and if he had to hear Jeff talk about something he did at a frat party in college, he was gonna lose it.

“Is everything alright?” a voice asked near him.

He looked up, and saw his waiter standing next to his table. The employee was a tall man with smooth brown skin, and dark brown eyes, that looked like Bucky could get lost in all day.

“Um, yeah.” he responed.

“Okay, good. Lemme know if you need anything.” The waiter started to turn and walk off.

“Wait!” Bucky called out.

The waiter turned back around with his eyebrow raised.

“Umm…’ Bucky started. He really didn’t want to cute waiter guy to leave, him being here is the highlight of his night so far.

Bucky then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"Here.” he said as he pulled out some cash and handed it to the man directly.

“It’s the money for my dinner. I was gonna pay at the end, but this guy isn’t my type.” he added with a small smile.

The waiter looked down at the prosthetic hand Bucky had the money in and smiled.

“This looks like more than enough.”

“Yeah, I know. Keep the change, you deserve it.” Bucky looked up and saw that the waiter had his brown hand near his pale one. It was close. Really close, like one small movement, and their hands would be touching.

The waiter grabbed the money, but kept his hand in Bucky’s.

“What is your type?” he asked as another smile appeared on his face. He had a nice smile too, one with a small gap showing in the middle of his teeth. Bucky liked it.

“How about I tell you over dinner?”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night? I gotta get rid of this one though.” He added with a small head gesture towards to restrooms.

“I can do that for you.” the server said with a smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Sam,” he responded as he grabbed a pen and notepad from his apron.

‘And here’s my number.“ he added with a smirk.

Bucky sat there dombfounded. He just got the number from a cute guy, that may or may not be a complete asshole.

"Now get outta here before your date comes back.”

“He- he’s not my date. More of a hookup, really.”

Sam looked shocked.

“You don’t seem the type.”

Bucky felt his face grow hot.

“Yeah. I know.” he responded as he grabbed his stuff to leave.

“Oh yeah, and it’s Bucky.” he added as he shook Sam’s hand.

“What?”

“That’s my name.” He added with a wink as he walked off.

Before he left the restaurant, he could’ve sworn he heard Sam mutter: “What kind of name is Bucky?”