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The Best Friends to More Meme

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There's nothing in this world quite like a true, blue best friend that you can rely on. They've been with you through thick and thin, good and bad. You want to have fun? They're the first person you look for, because they always know how to bring the best out in you. You need a shoulder to cry on? Don't worry, they're already here. You need to bury a body? ...you should probably reconsider your priorities, but you know your best friend will be there with a shovel and a smile. You'd never ruin this friendship for ANYTHING in the world.

Something's brewing that may do just that, though. One of you has feelings, has for a long time, and that spells trouble. Unless you keep that to yourself and remain platonic, of course. Repression in this case might be a good thing.

Only it's too late. The cat's out of the bag, whether it's by confession or by accident. What to do, what to do? If feelings aren't returned, can you turn down a friend, or will you force something that isn't there just to make them happy? If feelings are returned, will you risk changing the perfect thing you have?

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While she was more than aware that he didn’t mind or cared about such displays of affection, hell she had seen him engaging in those before much to her chagrin, well she was different that him and she wasn’t used to such displays considering she never had the chance to get used to it, she had always been overseen and never given a second glance if someone did happened to notice her once, and it’s probable she might not get used to it unless he tries hard to get her used to it.

She flushes just a bit at the wink, how was she supposed to keep up with him? She wasn’t the kind of girls he was used to have around, she wasn’t even sure if she would be able to keep his attention for long or something, and really she should think about stuff like this right now, she didn’t wanted to ruin this moment between them. And she will try to oversee the fact her heart is now beating a bit faster than usual.

“I don’t think a kiss can sustain you for long, Buck, you need actual food.” She ponders on his offer for a bit, it is a rather tempting one, but her ‘take care of him’ instincts are kicking still. “Can I get you something to it and then lay down with you so you can spoon me as long as you want?”

He appreciated the flush that stained her cheeks, finding that he hadn't earned one of them from her in a very long time. Normally flushes came to her face to indicate an asthma attack or after fighting someone in an alleyway, so this was far more pleasant and something to be savoured. She loved him after all, and he loved her, which was pretty much the only excuse to flirt with her and see if she would blossom up before him. He knew she wasn't like the others; she was a keeper after all.

"You'd be surprised how long a kiss can sustain me when I know there's more coming down the line," he replied with his best charming smile for her. He had never used his charms on her, and he was doing it now to see if he could earn more blushing out of her. "You can come and lay down and all will be well, Stevie."

Well she might need to get used to having the look he was currently giving her aimed at her, not that she hadn’t seen it before but yes first time it was meant for her and she was bravely trying not to flush even more, she knew he was probably enjoying it way too much and she didn’t wanted to give him that satisfaction just yet. Somehow she doubted their relationship was going to change that much, except with the fact there might be more smooth talking and flirting from his part, okay and maybe kissing oh…God…how was she going to deal with that!?

And yes her attempts at keeping the flush on her cheeks at bay suffered such a painful and slow death right now, she really thought she was a bit more immune to his charms. “Fine,” She looked down for a bit, trying to hide her face now. “I will lie down with you for a bit, but after that you’re going to get something to eat, alright?”

James knew for a fact that she was getting flustered from his looks, and he was amused by that more than anything. After so much fear and pain, it was nice to have something to smile about, something to tease her with. They had been parted many months with little communication with one another, but it was so easy to fall back into old times with her because they knew each other so well. It didn't matter that they loved each other; they were always together regardless of the mutual feelings involved. The war didn't seem like such a bad place now that she was here.

He shifted back on the small cot he had been sleeping in, turning on his side to make room for her as he lifting the flimsy standard issue blanket in the same inviting way he had done when they were kids. "Sure, just a bit," he said with a shrug. He suspected it would be longer than she thought as he planned on snuggling up and getting her some much needed rest as well.

As unused as she was to the looks and the attention, it made him happy and given all that he had gone through –from being on the field, which had apparently been an experience that had been so hard for him and then being kidnapped, tortured even, being able to give him a bit happiness over this mayhem was good for her and well, she was probably going to get used to all the attention and probably even enjoy it, considering how close they already were the transition really shouldn’t be that hard from friendship to more and she was more than sure everyone was going to realize the change right away.

A small smile appeared on Steph’s face at the rather familiar motion, with a mild of her eyes she moved to take a seat on the cot and moved to take off her boots, she wasn’t going to get in there and dirty the sheets giving more trouble to others, before she moved to lie down on her side and just looked at him with another amused smile. “Are you happy now, Buck?”

He knew that she would give in if he made it clear that he was not going to let her get up to get him something to eat when he would prefer to snuggle down and possibly doze with her instead. It was a rare opportunity in these times, so he wasn't about to pass it up for pitiful nutrition anyway. What man actually would?

He smoothed the flat of his hand up her back as she stripped off her boots and moved to join him like old times. He probably shouldn't have felt any different about it, but after all that had happened, the warmth of her body next to his was a comfort. He tucked the blanket around them and settled down behind her, slipping an arm around her waist. "When am I not happy about things where you're involved?"

"Shut up," Steve said with as much force as he could, but it was laughable really.

"Thanks," Steve said soft, as he put his hand on the other's arms. He thought that maybe, just maybe..... But the moment was just as fleeting as when he came.

"So any plans for us today?"

He chuckled at the snapped reply, aware that aside from poking him or giving him those little shoves, Steve was not actually putting up resistance. He quickly snapped an arm around his friend's shoulders, gathering Steve to his side in a manly hug. "Don't be lippy, my friend. You don't last in tickle torture now any more than you did then."

Plans? Well, he wasn't fully dressed for one, but Steve was here so his state of half dress didn't matter to him anymore. "Probably keeping you out of trouble," he said as he finally let the other man go to wander back to his small bathroom to comb his hair. "Oh and I plan on interrogating you on what's up. No secrets between us, remember?"

It was probably a bit sad how easily she could give in to some of his requests sometimes, the whole reason she had agreed to those silly double dates he planned was due to him poking her enough, and it shouldn’t be surprising that it wouldn’t be different right now, but then it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him and it’s not like if he couldn’t eat something later, even if she still thought that was something he needed to do before cuddling her.

Besides in a way she kind of needed the comfort of his closeness and to further reassure herself that he was here and alive, she had after all gone through that suicidal mission for him. A small sigh escapes her lips when he settles behind her, basking in the familiar comfort of the position despite where they are at the moment. “Well you were not happy when I ended picking fight with bullies on a nearly daily basis, remember?”

James was way too used to getting his way around her in some cases, so this was really just saving him having to really bribe her to come to his side. He knew that she needed the down time, the return to something so familiar to them, as he did and there was no denying how much they had always enjoyed it. Before it had been a friendly gesture, a bonding of them together. He didn't let it feel any different even if he knew that others might think of it that way now that she had filled out and saved his life. He had always believed in her.

He slipped an arm around her waist, nestling down behind her comfortably. "I didn't like picking you up on the other side of them, but I respected that you stood up for what you believed in. That was more important," he replied, resting his cheek against her eat, allowing himself to relax against her. "I'm glad you never change."

Steve audibly swallowed at that, his breath catching slightly, at the suddenly very close proximity of his friend.

Damn. Yes, tickle torture would be very bad. There would be no way he could hide then.

"I stay out of trouble," Steve protested, as he watched his friend walk away. He tried to keep the blush off his face.

"What? I told you nothing was wrong. You don't believe me now?"

He smirked at the audible swallowing, giving Steve the look that he would use tickle torture if he had no other recourse. Well, there was always other recourse, but it was entertaining to just sit on the poor guy for a minute and then have to get up and help Steve breath for the next hour. What were friends for though?

"Since when do you stay out of trouble?" He shook his head as he ran a hand through his damp hair to mess it up just enough that it looked natural. He pointed his comb at the other man. "No, I don't believe you. I know when something's up, so you're going to tell me or else."

Steve was already shaking his head no, and he had paled slightly. "No, I'm not, " He said, as he turned to get out of the apartment.

He just had to get away from Bucky, with all of his bulging biceps and wet hair.... Damn him to hell.

"I've gotta go," Steve called back, as he made his way to the door.

That was not a reaction he normally received from his friend unless his teasing got too intense. He knew that he wasn't actually teasing much, so he immediately left the bathroom and follow after the little guy. "Hey, Steve, don't go," he called as he moved to intercept the other man.

"We made plans to hang out today, so we're going to hang out," he said as he moved to catch an arm around Steve's waist before his friend could slip away. "I know where you live, so you can't really escape me. Come on, sit down and have a Coke and I won't bug you too much. When have you ever needed to be shy around me?"

Stephanie supposed that right now there was supposed to be a different meaning for them doing this, but it didn’t exactly felt different altogether, except for the fact they had apparently stopped beating around the bush when it came to feelings, not that she thought they had been exactly doing that all these years, no matter what their parents and rest of the people around them had claimed, in that case she supposed this shift in their feelings had happened as the natural course of things like most aspects of their friendship.

There’s a light laugh at that and she shook her head a bit. “It wouldn’t have hurt you to tell me that more often, instead of scolding me so much.” And God, he had nagged at her so much back then and it was clear she wasn’t the only one that could do that, with a small smile she moved to press a bit more against him. “Let’s see if you keep thinking like that later.”

Without much care, he shifted his head forward and nestled his nose and face into the soft blond hair, breathing in her scent as he relaxed against her back. Despite the warzone, the pain and stiffness of his body, he didn't think he was doing too bad at all. Soon enough when he was alone again, the anger would come back. She soothed him, and her laughter brought an easy smile to his lips in response. "Well, it would be very ungentlemanly of me to encourage a woman fighting, so I had to scold and nag you about it." If he was there in time, he would smash anyone taking her on, saving her the pain of punches for a day or even just a few hours.

"I won't change my mind," he replied to her words, aware that if he had lived with her long enough where he didn't mind her behaviour now so it wouldn't in future. "Besides, that way of thinking and stubbornness just saved my life and the lives of over one hundred and fifty men. Don't ever change."

Someone hated him.... some being in the universe hated Steve Rogers. That was the only thing that he could think of to explain why his incredibly sexy best friend was putting his hands all over him, and acting like it was no big deal.

Steve leaned against the door some, half tempted to make a break for it, but he knew that Bucky would catch him. He turned around, trying to smile, but it most definitely did not reach his eyes.

"I have to tell you something," Steve said quietly, as he sunk in the couch. "I think I like guys and gals."

He relented when Steve wasn't about to bolt out the doorway and have an asthma attack on the street. He respected that something was wrong, and he also respected that he was going to find out what that was because he had never bothered to keep secrets from Steve and vice versa. That was just the way they worked. Honesty was their only policy aside from teasing each other.

He trailed after his little friend towards the couch and was a bit alarmed to see Steve sit down like that. He shifted and seated himself in the chair nearby, absently buttoning up the rest of his shirt before frowning at the admittance. "Okay, that's fine. Is that what the problem is?"

Steve stared at his friend, an incredulous look on his face. "That's it? Okay that's fine is all you have to say to the fact that I told you the truth," Steve asked. He didn't know if he could say it again.

He looked at his best friend, absolutely miserable, because his inability to lie was about to blow his life to hell.

"No, that's not what the problem is. You don't want to know what the problem is, but here it is," He wheezed out. "I like you, not just guys, but you, and now I am going to go before you can punch me," Steve said, standing and moving back towards the door.

James wasn't certain that he was supposed to have a different reaction to such news. Sure it was not something that men talked about and it was horridly frowned upon, but this was his best friend. He could accept most things from Steve and not blink many eyelashes about it. If he liked men and women, he was fine with that, though he would protect that part of his friend too. He would always look out for Steve's best interests.

"You love who you love, and I won't stand in the way of that," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I can't help you getting on date on the one side because we both know... wait, what?"

For one of the first times, he was speechless at the real meat of the problem. Steve liked... him? He blinked and jumped out of his seat to put himself between Steve and the door. "Whoa, whoa, you're not going anywhere. You can't just drop a bomb like that and rush out, Stephen Rogers!"

"Yeah I actually can," Steve said. "I don't want you to hit me, so the best thing for me to do is leave, and then you can think about this or whatever you want to do," Steve said nodding, as he tried once again to leave.

"Listen, I don't expect anything from you, and I am sure that after awhile we'll be okay right?" He nodded his head needing to believe it.

"I haven't hit you yet, now have I?" He was too floored by the whole proclamation to even know how to react. Oh yes, he was used to being told that someone liked him, giggling girls shuffling their shoulders and waiting with all the cues for him to ask them out. They didn't last long; he didn't particularly commit to one over another honestly.

He stood to his full height and set his hands on his hips, glaring at his friend. "You are such a virgin, Rogers. You don't just say those things and expect things to just be okay. I'm your best friend, and you're not leaving until I say so."

Steve looked down at the ground for a moment trying to control his breathing, because really how could he have been so stupid. He really needed to learn some impulse control.

"I just don't want you to hit me, I couldn't handle that, and I figured if I just left then I could live my life thinking you weren't mad at me, even though you probably are," Steve said in a rush, shrinking back slightly.

"What does me being a virgin have to do with anything anyway?" Steve said softly, as he shuffled back to the couch and sat down.

James knew that pushing Steve too hard was not good for the man's heart or lungs, but this was the biggest bomb dropped since the whole war had begun a few months ago. That war had nothing to do with America, but he still knew about it. The most important thing was Steve to him, and he didn't feel angry or disgusted at the idea. It was... kind of nice to know he had appeal to all manner of people.

"I'm not going to hit you," he said softly, a promise in his voice as he slowly made his way over to the couch where Steve had sunk back down. He plopped himself down next to his friend to show his good faith but also that the declaration wouldn't get the reaction he knew so many would give. "And I'm not mad. Flattered actually."

He reached out and ruffled his friend's hair. "It means you haven't the experience to decide what the information will do. You realize how dangerous this is, though?"

It really wasn’t till she was lying down with him pressed against her back that she realized just how tired she was, there really hadn’t been much of a chance for her to catch a bit of a break, she had been moving around telling everything that she remembered of what she had seen in the base and taking the time to check on the rest of the men she had helped to bring back to the camp, she hadn’t wanted felt comfortable not knowing how they were doing and only then she finally had time to come check on Bucky. She rolled her eyes a bit. “Well I don’t think anyone would have encouraged that, but really some of them just had it coming.” Honestly it had been a bit appealing to her morals just how some people could be. “Besides I am sure you wouldn’t have been happy if I just, well, allowed some to take liberties they shouldn’t with my person.”

She’s quiet for a bit, listening to the still ongoing activity around the camp and kind of being thankful no one had come to look for her yet, she wasn’t exactly pleased at the prospect of this moment ending too quickly. “Yes, it got me in some trouble, but it was so worth it.” Not only had she aided so many, but she had brought Bucky back and she had a bit proud at the look and words Peggy gave her when she returned, happy that she hadn’t made the woman place her faith in her for nothing. “…I…I really don’t want to imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t arrived when I did.”

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The Best Friends to More Meme

omg she is not sure how to deal with his smooth talk aimed at her

She's pretty much given him permission to flirt with her all the time

when did she do that?

She said she loved him; that's open season for his charm

well okay then who would have thought that was all that was needed.

Yep, all he needed was to exchange love

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wow think of all the time they could have saved

It was more fun with the awkwardness though

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lol they have been awkward all of their lives

Just makes this more sweet

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they are sweet dorks in love