pippilongsockings ([personal profile] pippilongsockings) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-25 04:00 pm
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Bromantic Romance

Despite popular conjecture, romance doesn't have to be overwrought or over the top like a Shakespearean tragedy or a terrible Nicholas Sparks novel. Sure, there needs to be some intimacy to make it, well, romantic, but there are plenty of relationships that blur the lines between "friendship" and "relationship" in every way they can. In fact, your romantic partnership is just like that. It feels like you're dating your best friend, really, and in most cases, isn't that the best, most healthy thing? You're completely comfortable around them, and you never have to worry about being at odds - most of the time. You hang out, you bro out, you do things you both enjoy. And sometimes, you can even kiss or make out. How awesome is that? Maybe you were friends first and this is just a natural outgrowth of what you started, or you could prefer all relationships to be more bromances.

Of course, throwing a twinge of romantic love or sexual attraction into the mix and even the best friendships can get...complicated. If anyone can beat the odds, though, it's you guys!

We're rooting for you.

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shieldborne: (Wince/skeptical)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Grapefruit. Cream. Pie."

This is probably not the first thing a guy should say to another guy in the morning, whether they're friends or lovers. Luckily, Steve has a cup of coffee made ready on the counter beside him, the way Bucky usually takes it, to soften the blow.

"I told you it exists. I found the recipe; I'm making it." This is a threat. This is a very serious threat. Possibly this is a recipe Steve threatened him with decades ago, while they were still living in Brooklyn together. Evidently it never got struck off his bucket list.
hydras_arm: skeptical face (Do what now?)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
The look he gives Steve makes it clear he is not even going to dignify that with a response until he's had at least his first swallow of coffee. It's full of cream and sugar, but the caffeine still counts. Maybe the sugar rush is part of what does it for him in the mornings. Bucky's always had a sweet tooth, but it seems to have gotten worse since he escaped Hydra, as if he's making up for all the junk food he missed.

He takes several long swallows and stars blankly at the kitchen wall, hair a mess. Mornings are not his friend. "That... sounds like the most terrible idea I've ever heard."

Another sip. "And you've had a lotta bad ideas over the years Stevie."
shieldborne: (Smirky)

link provided, just ignore the review.

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Steve is not a great cook, or baker. He has never once claimed to be a great cook or baker. He tried to do the lion's share of it when they were living together before, though, just because Bucky worked longer hours and wasn't too hard to please, and it saved Steve from shining his shoes. He got pretty good at spaghetti and meatballs, made a passable beef stew, the occasional chicken and rice casserole...but when he tried to get fancy, before, that was when he would turn out something frightening and inedible with a name like 'aspic' or 'meat salad'.

"C'mon, Buck, it's probably not the worst idea you've heard this week." He's got a laptop open on the counter, and swivels it to show him the recipe he's found. "How different can it be from lemon cream pie?"
hydras_arm: rolling my eyes at you (srsly tho?)

Re: link provided, just ignore the review.

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky squints at the screen, and it doesn't sound totally godawful, but there's a lingering memory in his brain of those catastrophic culinary experiments. Apparently there really are some memories Hydra can't erase.

Tuna suspended in lime jello is one of them.

"They have everything at the store, now. They have stuff already made you can buy. They have potato chips and Twinkies, Steve." He knows this is probably a losing battle, but he's not clear on why Steve insists on continuing to cook like it's 1941 when it's the 21st century and you can buy a box and stick it in the microwave and it contains a whole meal. "Velveeta shells and cheese, Steve. It's magical. It's cheap. It won't let you down."
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so the tuna in lime jello was bad. It looked kind of pretty, though. It continued to look pretty for a couple days, in fact, since neither of them could bring themselves to eat more than a bite.

"That's all junk food," he tells Bucky primly, turning the laptop back toward himself. "Anything made from scratch is going to be healthier than chips and Twinkies."

Do they actually have to worry about eating healthy food, or do the boosts from their respective serum treatments tweak their metabolisms to handle junk better than the average human? Steve doesn't know and isn't all that interested in experimenting to find out.
hydras_arm: focused (Focused)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky gives him a long pointed look, because he knows it's junk food and he doesn't care. Hydra fed him protein shakes and vitamins and after he got free he learned how amazing radioactive-looking orange pasta can taste and he is never going back.

Screw healthy.

He holds Steve's gaze, focused and intent, the entire time that he gulps down his coffee, draining the cup in one long, slow swallow. It's not the blank stare of the Asset, which is creepy but not something he does much anymore. This is definitely a trick he's picked up since he was the soldier, though, or maybe it's just more intimidating now. When he's emptied the cup he holds it out wordlessly to Steve, expecting a refill.
shieldborne: (Smirky)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
There was a time not so long ago that Steve would have worried about that lingering deadpan look. Even now, he's aware that the Bucky he has now is not quite the same Bucky he had back in Brooklyn. Then again, he's not exactly the same Steve, and the parts that have changed most aren't the physical ones. Today, he's not worried under that stare, but he does raise an eyebrow silently, meeting the glower with his own calm gaze.

Because backing down is never an option.

Refilling Bucky's coffee might be, though. Maybe. He lets Bucky hold the cup out for several seconds--just long enough--before standing and taking it from him, then heading for the coffee pot to refill it. Not because he has to, but because he wants to.

"We have all the ingredients except grapefruit," he goes on cheerfully. "I'll make a grocery run."
hydras_arm: skeptical face (Do what now?)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hydra and Shield both can do a lot to a person, and not always in good ways.

He's still Bucky, though, and Steve is still Steve, and when it comes down to it he's pretty sure between the two of them Steve is the one calling the shots. Steve may not actually know it, but even so. Bucky huffs out a breath and slumps onto a kitchen stool while Steve gets him more coffee. He's going to need a lot of it, to cope with whatever Steve is going to whip up in the kitchen today. A grocery run is bad, because what if he comes up with even more ideas for cooking while he's there?

"Just make sure you pick up some shells and cheese, too? You know... in case?" If he sounds a little bit like a petulant child, he doesn't care.
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Steve doesn't necessarily view himself as default in charge. Not in these little day to day matters, certainly. At the moment, he's mostly just trolling him, although he knows he'll get away with his cooking escapades and if they turn out horrible, Bucky will laugh at him, and with him, and if they turn out good, he'll get to gloat. There is no loser in this contest.

Of course, he's set himself as Bucky's protector in more ways than one now. Not only is he determined to keep him safe, he's determined to keep other people safe from him.

He sighs in mock-frustration. "I'll get you your damn shells n'cheese." There's a little Brooklyn creeping into his voice for a moment. "I guess you can't have just pie for dinner anyway."
hydras_arm: Did you mean to do that? (Welp.)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope." He pops the 'p' in the word, and looks just a tiny bit smug, because he will eat Steve's damn pie, but he will also get his terrible-for-you mac & cheese. Definitely no losers, here. He holds out his hand for the coffee.

"If you want me to come, I want breakfast first." And if Steve doesn't take him along, he'll make his own damn breakfast, and it will probably be unhealthy.
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he'll get his nuclear mac and cheese...or maybe Steve will come up with some other diversion amongst the shopping aisles. He hands over the coffee cup and turns away crisply to hide his own amusement. This is today's game, evidently: him versus Bucky's appetite for junk food.

Should be fun.

"I'll make you some oatmeal," he says warmly. "I haven't had breakfast yet, either."

Oh, yeah, that's right, Barnes. Oatmeal. He knows if he leaves you to make your own meal there will be zero eggs left when he comes back from the store.
hydras_arm: Bullshit. (This is bullshit.)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oatmeal?!" His outrage is palpable. "Aw, c'mon Stevie. Have a heart. What's wrong with pancakes? Is there bacon, at least?"

The truth is he really is not a fan of oatmeal, unless it's doctored with a lot of raisins and stuff. It still reminds him too much of the kind of glop Hydra fed him. Saying so out loud might send Steve into the kind of guilt trip that he's holding in reserve as a desperate measure, though.
shieldborne: (Pensive)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Steve does tend to fill his oatmeal with chopped walnuts and raisins and frequently apples, to be fair. Turned away, Bucky probably can't see the grin on his face, but he can see the brief shake of his shoulders indicating a stifled chuckle.

"You had pancakes yesterday," he protests, well aware that Bucky would eat pancakes every day of his life, given the opportunity. "Aren't you sick and tired of them?"

He's pretty sure he's about to make pancakes. With bacon. He's already reaching for the whisk in the kitchen drawer.
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[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No. You can't get sick and tired of pancakes the way you can oatmeal." He insists, and sips his coffee. Now that he's had his first cup, he can linger over this one. "For pancakes, I'll carry your shopping." Now he's bargaining, but it's possible he knows he's already won this round. It's not as if Steve doesn't enjoy bacon, too.

Plus he can see the way his shoulders twitch, and he knows what that means.
shieldborne: (Analysis)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll carry all the shopping?" He gives him a narrow-eyed look. "You have to take out the trash, too."

This is silliness. He's reveling in it, this ridiculous domesticity that they both know they don't deserve, but that neither of them is about to give up. "And I'm not promising they won't be whole wheat pancakes."

What? A little whole wheat flour in the pancake batter doesn't really change the flavor. Especially not if they're covered in fruit and syrup.
hydras_arm: just my face (Default)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Could've just not told me." Bucky points out, face hovering over his coffee cup. He knows he's getting pancakes. All is right with the world.

"No point taking the trash out until after you're done cooking. But sure." That's not an implication that this pie he's making is going into the trash, really. Not at all.
shieldborne: (Pensive)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, that was not quite as subtle as it needed to be to slip under Steve's radar.

"You are going to eat the hell out of my pie," he tells him, pauses a split second as the potential interpretations of this phrase, taken out of context, hit him, and turns to the fridge to hide a blush.

"...right. Deal. Pancakes and bacon it is."
hydras_arm: (smile)

[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky blinks, absorbing both the statement itself and Steve's sudden ducking to the fridge, which is not quite subtle on his part either. He snorts into his coffee quietly, amused and smug.

"Your ears're red."
shieldborne: (Smirky)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Trick of the light," he grumbles halfheartedly, and pulls out ingredients.

The bacon will take a bit longer, so he lays that in the pan, then starts to measure and mix up the batter. It's not that he doesn't know there are pancake mixes and pour-out batters readily available at the store. He just likes some things old-fashioned.

"Are we doing anything today other than eating?" They don't have to. It's a weekend. They probably should get up to something productive, though, at least in Steve's opinion.
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[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well now that you've said it, sounds like the perfect weekend to me." Bucky leans on the counter, watching him absently. Steve-watching is one of his favorite hobbies, after all. Now that he has coffee and pancakes are coming, Bucky looks perfectly mellow, swiveling back and forth on the stool just a little and yawning. He likes his junk food, but he also does like Steve cooking for him, and he's not about to object to pancakes made from scratch.

"We should get you an apron." He murmurs.
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Steve is quiet for a moment, thinking it over and stirring up the batter. He doesn't mind being watched, not by Bucky, although it makes him feel strangely vulnerable, even now. Like Bucky sees right through all the extra bone and muscle and whatever else the serum packed onto him, all the way down to the sickly little boy-from-Brooklyn that's still underneath it all. No one else alive sees that. Peggy did, he's sure, and Dr. Erskine in his last moments. But now it's just Bucky.

He's only ever really naked in front of this man. Not without clothes, but without false pretenses, and without the expectations that have piled up and attached to the vibranium shield and the spangled uniform. Just Steve.

Just Steve, making pancakes. He shakes his head at Bucky's lack of ambition, but can't really deny him the break. It'll do them both good. And then he snorts and gives him a wry grin. "Uh-huh. What kind of apron?"
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[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"With frills. And it should say 'Kiss the Cook' or something dumb on it."

There are certainly moments where, if Steve doesn't look at him, Bucky still sounds like a kid from Brooklyn himself. It's jarring, when he speaks Russian, or any of the handful of other languages that he is somehow fluent in, but when he speaks English he still has the same familiar New York accent. He's as mouthy as he ever was, if not more, able to talk big and brash and confident in a way that always made him look like the big man beside Steve. It's always been an act, because he'd follow Steve through Hell and back and now more than ever he finds it easier to take orders than forge his own path. Steve used to be smaller, but Bucky's always been content to walk in his shadow, watching his back.
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[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure about frills," Steve says, raising an eyebrow. "But if you want to kiss the cook, you don't need an apron to tell you you can."

It's gentle as challenges go, but a challenge nevertheless. The bacon sizzles and pops beside him, and he sets the bowl down to turn the strips over in the pan, smiling wryly. "I'm going to end up with a pink apron, aren't I?"
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[personal profile] hydras_arm 2017-03-26 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky smirks down into his coffee, gaze dropping. "Nothing wrong with pink. What would you want your apron to say?" That he's getting an apron is a done deal, now. If Steve intends to do all the cooking, then he deserves a cute apron. Any hints of Steve being a good housewife are not lost on him, but he doesn't mind the idea at all, either.
shieldborne: (Wince/skeptical)

[personal profile] shieldborne 2017-03-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
He should argue about this. He was doing so well with being argumentative earlier. He's not sure how he loses the thread of it so easily now. Maybe it's the serum. He was mouthier when he was smaller. Half the time now, he just looks at Bucky and wants to just do whatever it takes to get a smile out of him. If an apron will do it, why the hell not?

"I look better in blue," he mutters awkwardly, and starts heating the griddle for pancakes. "Why does an apron have to say anything?"

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