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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?
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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when did she do 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?”
She said she loved him; that's open season for his charm
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.
well okay then who would have thought that was all that was needed.
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?”
Yep, all he needed was to exchange love
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?"
wow think of all the time they could have saved
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?”
It was more fun with the awkwardness though
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."
lol they have been awkward all of their lives
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.”
Just makes this more sweet
"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."
they are sweet dorks in love
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.”
So cute
He had closed his eyes by this point, just smelling her hair and resting in the cot that was probably supposed to be uncomfortable but felt like heaven to him right now. He grunted softly at her thought on what might have happened. "We would have all eventually died," he said simply, with a coldness that one had to develop in war, seeing friends and comrades die.
and then train will happen...look at me ruining the cute moment
Her body tenses a bit at that deliberately cold yet truthful words, if she had been a few days late maybe Bucky would have died and just the thought of losing him, it’s really something she will rather not think about. “Well then, good I arrived when I did.” With a small sigh she moved to rest one of her hands over the arm that was draped over her waist, as if it belonged there and it probably did now. “How…how are you feeling after…everything?” She hadn’t been able to ask him that either and she wanted to know if he was fine or needed to talk about it to get closer to being fine.
Oh you
He hummed a sound of agreement to her words, nestling his nose deeper into her hair and tightening in his arm on her waist in a silent thank you for finding him. He relaxed as her arm fell over his, the place he thought that it was good to be. Yet, her question caused his eyes to open and peer at the back of her head. No one knew what had been done to him, what he had been injected with or the affect. He didn't even know, so he went with the simplest truth he thought he could give to her. "Nothing some food and rest can't cure." He paused, feeling his muscles in a way he hadn't before. "And maybe some whiskey."
i had to ruin the lovely moment with that reminder
She supposed that in a way going to find him could count as returning the favor, but she knew his motivation to take care of her had been the same one she had when she went to look for him. There was a small frown at his answer, it was the truth but at the same time it wasn’t, maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about all the things that had happened and she knew the military wouldn’t care if he was or not when they decided to question him. Rather careful and slowly, she turned around to face him and studied his expression, she couldn’t begin to start to imagine what they had done to him, she rested a hand on his chest and smiled at him –deciding she wasn’t going to press for answers right now. “Well I can’t promise the whiskey, but at least I will try to see if I can find decent food for you.”
You're a ruiner
He shifted his arm up so that she could turn without hindrance, though her new strength made him wonder if she could actually overpower him now. He settled his arm back around her waist, but he allowed his fingers to caress the small of her back though her clothing and gave her a little smile. He knew she knew he wasn't talking, that he wasn't telling how his muscles burned and ached in his body, how his guts occasionally felt like they'd turn to ice at any moment. There was no reason to concern her; he had made the thirty mile walk back through hostile territory. "Decent, no. Food, probably. You don't need to baby-sit me; I'm a big boy and don't worry about me, okay? I'm alive and that's all thanks to you." Because it was easier to turn the conversation about her than face some unknown factor.
yes i am *evil chirpy laughter*
Her fingers idly moved to smooth the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, of course she was aware he wasn’t telling her everything, she knew him that much but she also knew when to back off when it was needed and to approach when he was ready, she just hoped that happened before they tried to force the information out of him and not care about how he exactly felt about it. “I am not babysitting you, I am just being nice to my…” She stopped there, not sure how she was supposed to end that sentence now. “…you and I don’t think that is a crime or forbidden, so I can do what I want.”
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He felt the pressure of her fingers on his skin through his shirt, felt it more keenly than he thought that he should. It was probably just getting back to old roots when he had been denied so many months and then the torture he suffered under while with Hydra. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her close and finding comfort in it. "To your?" He caught her slip immediately. "And I'm sure after some more sleep and a meal, I'll be just fine."
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She lightly bit her lower lip, hesitating about telling him or not, but probably it was best to do so since he was the other part of the equation. “…I am not sure how am I supposed to refer or you want me to refer to you, this is new territory for me Buck, you’re the one that has the experience here not me.” Not that she minded or was particularly jealous at remembering that, she had no claim over him beyond friendship and things had been different then. “Are you sure?”
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He had to admit that he was endeared by her confusion on the matter, and it seemed like the best opportunity to push his charm on her again. He smoothed his hand up her back, foreign to him now that it was so broad and filled out with muscles. "That would depend if you are going to accept my proposal to date," he said, his smile indicating that he had been waiting and planning this from the start of her getting into bed with him. "No, not entirely sure, but it's all I've got right now."
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Giving the circumstances and the positions they were in at the moment, she was very and painfully aware of the hand moving up her back, in a way she really hadn’t been in the past, in the past his touch had only been something to focus and keep her steady when she had been too cold to even think properly, now it was different. “Oh it seems that you lured me right where you wanted me to be, Mr. Barnes and really I don’t think I can refuse such a proposal.” And really lame way to say yes, but she had in a way; a small sigh escaped her lips. “It’s alright; you know that when you’re ready to talk about it, I will listen.”
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He didn't touch her to make her uncomfortable, but he could feel the way she reacted to him anyway. He smiled a little to ease her, rubbing back down to the top of her backside. "I knew you could never actually refuse a charmer like me," he drawled casually, though he was very pleased to hear her say yes to him. Who would have thought he'd be dating in the middle of a war anyway? "Nothing really to say. They caught us, roughed us up a bit, worked us like slaves and then for whatever reason I was singled out to go to isolation. I don't remember much after the first jab."