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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yes i am *evil chirpy laughter*

[eleutheria]

She snorted just a bit and shrugged a bit. “Well then you must be quite a saint in whatever standards friends are being measured or you raised the bar to way too high standards, since you did more than picking me up after a fight.” And she really didn’t needed to repeat all of the things he had done and how she had been so lacking in giving back the same, she had been kind of a burden most of the times due to her health, but hopefully once this was done, things were going to be different.

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 didn't think that he had done anything more or less than any other best friend would do if the circumstances had been the same, but most people didn't want a scrawny kid as a friend. He happened to have taken to Stephanie as strongly as she had taken to him when they were kids and it was everything they could do to be friends together. "I think you are making me into a far more valorous man than I actually am or was. I only did what everyone else would do for a friend." That was what he believed.

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."

[eleutheria]

Maybe she was being a bit blinded by her own personal bias when it came to him, he had after all been her first and only true friend, which had been such a wonder for her back then since she had lacked those and yet he had stayed and seemed to actually like her, but she knew that she wasn’t the only one that thought he was a good person. “Nah, not a lot of would have done all the things you did for me and I might be a bit biased, but hey I can be allowed to have that.”

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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She had her opinion on the matter and he had his. He had been taught many base values, but his relationship with Stephanie had always been something he enjoyed. There was never a second thought to hanging out with her or pitching in to drag her from a fight, keep her caught up in school or warm at night in the winter when things got bad for her, soothing her when her heart would do things it shouldn't. "I guess that's why we're best friends, then right? We have each other's backs until the end of time."

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."

[eleutheria]

She chuckled just a bit. “I guess so, I mean we seemed to click instantly or at least after I stopped yelling at you when you moved in to save that first time, remember?” Had she been different she might have thought it was romantic that something like that happened, that he had come to save her like a knight in shining armor, but back then she had just been pissed at him for thinking she couldn’t defend herself and somehow that had evolved into the relationship they had right now.

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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Ah, yes he remembered his state of bemusement when she had turned on him and yelled at him for stepping in and saving her from getting really roughed up. He hadn't liked that kid anyway, but her fiery nature had drawn him in, at odds with his cool calmness that had only developed more as he aged. "Yeah, you stopped when I poked you in the nose and told you that you were cute and I'd like to wipe the blood from your face with my handkerchief." That was a day he would never forget, how they had looked at each other as school kids and then bonded together after that.

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."