The Best Friends to More Meme

[disassembling]

the best friends to more meme

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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[disassembling]

When he hadn't heard from Stephanie as the battling became more fierce and the higher the potential to die, he had decided he wasn't going to die with regrets. He had written her a letter telling her of the hard times, the good times he had with her, and ending with the fact that he had feelings for her. He hadn't minced his words, aware that it was important to them both that he be honest because he didn't expect to come through this alive and reality was better to accept in the face of this war. He had left the note with the officer who sent mail home, though he advised the man to only send it if he was dead.

He hadn't expected to live too long once they were captured, especially when he was chosen at random for the isolation room. It had been one of the more painful moments, but it had also faded to a coldness that numbed his body and stretched his mind to where he thought it easy to lose himself.

Stephanie had come for them all, had come for him. The letter was long forgotten in the face of the escape, the fighting and the march back to the US military base of operations. He had not been any worse than most of the other officers, so he had walked the distance without complaint despite fatigue and dehydration. They were all in need of a little medical patch-work aside from Stephanie who had seemed to thrive in the opportunity, and he knew then that he loved her more than anyone else. He probably always would.

Once the wounded were taken care of, they were all forced to be examined and patched up, though most of his injuries were simply bruises and shallow cuts. He was forced to drink a vile liquid to rehydrate him more quickly, and he managed to sweet talk his way out of staying in the medical tent to go and stay in another that was empty. There he slept as long and deeply as could be allowed a man in the middle of a potentially life-ending war. There were not actual real sleeps, but he got by.

Sleeping on the cot was like sleeping in heaven after all. No rocks pushing into his back, not cramped quarters like in the Hydra nest, no straps across his body holding him down. It was wonderful. He was almost sad to wake up feeling more well-rested than he had in weeks.

[waypastasking]

Steve just let himself into Bucky's apartment, because that is what friends, well best friends do. Steve, however was having a crisis at the moment. The feeling had been building for a while now, but Steve had a feeling that his feelings for his best friend went beyond that of friendship.

He just wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Buck? You here?" Steve called out.

[waypastasking]

Steve followed the sound of Bucky's voice, but he may have stopped breathing for a moment when he realized that his friend was not completely dressed, and Steve just stopped.

"Um..." Steve said, as he looked at his shoes. "Yeah of course, and Ha ha... I don't get my ass kicked everyday, just most days."

Steve laughed at his own joke. "It's not my fault that no one can appreciate my inner beauty right?

[eleutheria]

There might or might not be a small flush at his clear remembrance of that day, of course he was going to remember she didn’t expected otherwise from him, just like she hadn’t forgotten her reaction to that. It had been the first time someone, asides from her mother, had called her cute and she had been just too shocked to stop him from wiping the blood from her face and then telling him not to walk her home later that day, since he wanted to make sure she didn’t got into more trouble. “God, I am sure that was going to be one of the stories you’re going were going to tell our respective grandchildren to amuse them or something.”

She rolled her eyes just a bit. “You’re way too cocky sometimes, Buck.” But she didn’t wanted to admit that yes, his charm sometimes worked with her as well, he didn’t needed to have that confirmed. She was quiet for a bit while she listened to him, she knew there was probably more to the experience, things he will rather not talk about and will probably never be ready to say. “They are going to question you.” It left her lips before she could stop it. “They are going to ask you what happened and maybe sent you back home, I am not sure yet.”