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Rogers Family Recipe
(The Cookie Edition)
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
PART 2 > > (The Fall Edition)
Summary: Steve is homesick for the 40’s and the best cure is his mothers old chocolate chip cookies.
Warnings: mostly fluff, a tinge of angst cause it’s me, a homesick Stevie
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: this is a little something I whipped up for @mayasreadingnook’s Cookie Celebration. Maya you are a sweetheart, thank you for being such a nice and supportive friend - I love and appreciate you so much
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The delicious smell of melting butter and chocolate filled the kitchen and wafted throughout the apartment, and for the first time that morning you heard Steve stir in his bedroom.
With a click of the door opening, he shuffled along the hallway to the kitchen where you finally noticed his scruffy hair and sweats that looked as though they had been slept in the past couple days.
At least you got him out of bed. Your plan was working so far.
“Morning sleepy head.” You greeted with a smile as you continued cleaning the mess you had made in his kitchen. Before responding Steve took a sneak peak at the tray of chewy chocolate chip cookies baking in his oven, a suppressed smile crossing his face.
“You know, this wasn’t the reason why I gave you a key to my place.” Steve motioned to his counter that was currently covered in flour and dirty dishes. “For emergencies only.”
“This was an emergency though! You haven’t been out of this apartment all week so I made the executive decision that you needed a pick-me-up.” You rationalised fervently, and Steve’s mouth twitched into an amused smile before reverting just as quickly.
“You keeping tabs on me now?” He simply asked, an air of amusement in his voice rather than irritation.
“Isn’t that what friends are for?” You regretted the use of the word ‘friend’ instantly as the pang in your chest burned with such a ferocity that you were sure the pain was clear on your face.
If Steve noticed your affliction, he didn’t mention it.
Although, from your experience, he was just about the most oblivious man when it came to any romantic pursuits - whether that had been from multiple SHIELD agents who didn’t even wait a week after he emerged from the ice before attempting to seduce him, or any of the flirty conversations you had shared which only led to your further confusion concerning if he reciprocated your feelings.
“I don’t know, seems like all that results in is you breaking into my place and using the last of my butter.” He chucked, the action loosening his shoulders, as if they now bared slightly less weight than before.
“I promise I’ll buy you more, as long as you promise to venture out to the mystifying land of the supermarket with me to get it.” Steve chuckled again, bringing a smile to your face. Though his presence itself had a habit of doing that.
“So that was your plan all along, use up all my food so I have no option but to leave the apartment. Sneaky.” He raised his eyebrows at you, a grin curving on his lips.
“Oh no, you’ve foiled my evil plan to get you to go outside.” You feigned chagrin, rolling your eyes in jest but matching the smile he expressed when your eyes fell upon him again.
“Doll, you know I’d go anywhere with you.” He commented with a seriousness that your joking conversation hadn’t previously held.
Not knowing how to respond to that in a way which didn’t have your face heating up hotter than the oven currently baking the cookies, you let the room fall into silence, taking that as a cue to continue cleaning the used dishes.
Reaching for the bowl you mixed the cookie dough in, your hand brushed Steve’s as he had the same thought, causing goosebumps to race up your arm
“I made the mess, I’ve got it.” You assured him, but the words clearly weren’t convincing enough as he didn’t move a muscle. “Stevie.” His name fell as a plea from your lips. It was only then that he reluctantly pulled his hand away, however, he refused to break the steady eye contact you shared, causing a kaleidoscope of butterflies to awaken in your stomach.
It wasn’t until a few seconds later, when the timer for the cookies went off, did either of you look away.
Steve grabbed the hot hands before you could reach for them, and pulled open the oven door prior to you being able to open your mouth in protest.
While the cookies cooled down, you and Steve cleaned the rest of the dishes. It took slightly longer than it should have given you decided to splash soapy water at him, but by the time you were finished, the chewy chocolate chip cookies had cooled sufficiently to start eating.
“Now don’t sugar coat it, if you hate them, you can tell me.” You knew Steve was too much of a gentleman to ever say anything negative about a favour someone had performed for him, but the small huff and shake of his head you received, as if to say of course I’m not going to dislike something you made for me was reward enough for saying it.
As soon as he took a single bite, you could tell he had been transported back home to when he was a young boy eating his mothers cooking. Closing his eyes, he let out a strong hum of satisfaction and the biggest smile you had seen from him in weeks blossomed on his face.
“How on Earth did you manage to find Ma’s recipe?” He asked unprompted, which was about the highest compliment you could have received when imitating someone else’s recipe. “No one else could ever get them as gooey as she could until now.”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” You joked and the genuine smile which he returned made your heart flutter. “So you like them?”
“I love them.” And I love you, you thought, though you didn’t give voice to the feeling. “They’re exactly like the ones Ma used to make to try to fatten me up. Was forever telling me I was too skinny.” A reminiscent smile pulled at his lips before he took another eagar bite.
You watched him for a minute as he enjoyed each mouthful of warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie before grabbing one for yourself. After taking a keen bite of the sugary goodness, Steve suppressed a laugh before using his thumb to wipe something from the corner of your mouth.
“Chocolate.” He justified rather shyly in response to what you only could have assumed was a stunned expression on your part.
You each chewed your cookies in comfortable silence, and all you could notice was how Steve’s shoulders were now infinitely more relaxed than when he made his first appearance that morning.
When you both finished eating, feeling too full to take another bite, Steve looked at you with a mixture of admiration, something which resembled deep longing, and hesitation.
“What?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Just… thank you.” Steve said sincerely, pulling you into his chest, his soft sweats feeling comfortable under your skin and his strong arms around your shoulders making you feel protected, secure. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” He whispered into your ear as the embrace lingered, neither of you moving to pull away.
“I’m glad I could bring back a piece of your past to cure a bit of your homesickness.” You matched his soft tone, running your fingers along the contours of his muscular back, relishing being this close to him for the first time before he would inevitably leave your arms.
Steve pulled away ever so slightly so he could look you directly in the eye before he spoke.
“Doll, as much I appreciate the kind gesture, and as wonderful and accurate as the cookies are, it’s really you who makes this world feel like home.” You could have sworn in that moment your heart stopped completely.
“Steve…” Your mind was racing so fast that your speech couldn’t keep up.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready for whatever this is between us, or what it could lead to - I’m still adapting to life here and you more than anyone has seen how difficult it has been for me, but what I do know is you’re the reason I want to learn and adjust. You give me purpose.” The pure conviction in his voice, and the certainty in his dazzling eyes made you glad he was supporting your weight, in fear of your knees giving out otherwise.
“I’m with you every step of the way Stevie.” You reminded him, trying to replicate the sincerity in his own voice and convey how devoutly you felt the sentiment.
His soft lips placed a lingering kiss to your forehead, the apples of your cheeks warming in response to the intimate act.
Maybe he wasn’t entirely ready for anything more at this stage, but for the meanwhile, his embrace was the perfect place to call home.
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Part 2 > >
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I started this blog because I wanted to be able to reblog as many fics and authors as I could, because I kept seeing how authors were saying no one was reblogging their work. I wanted to help with that in whatever tiny way I could.
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I literally can’t.
The way tumblr has this handle set up the only thing I can do is reblog what I read, and when I have the spoons, add a comment.
If I could, I’d be following every single writer I reblog here… but tumblr is dumb. I’m sorry. 😫
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Thank you so much Em!! 💕🥺 You’re so kind and amazing and I’m also so proud of you!! ❤️
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A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)
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I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.
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i'm actually very okay with "there was no other way this could end" endings. if they gotta die, let them die. if they gotta break up or go the wrong way or lose something important, let'em. so long as it completes the story. only thing i dislike more than a forced happy ending is a forced bad ending
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bombsonboard · 1 month
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metal arm brrr
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Summary: Every problem needs a solution. Bucky just isn't the biggest fan of yours.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Tags: Fluff in the highest degree, old married couple, Swearing (It's Bucky, duh)
A/N: I just needed to give you guys something, it's been too long since i've written on here and you guys are the best :) I've barely checked this over so I apologize for any typos.
*****
“Can you stop moving, please?” 
Bucky Barnes half asleep is not someone you want to mess with. The first time you shuffled he had hardly made a sound, the second you were met with a low grumble (a warning you knew well) and the third strike, he was thirty seconds from kicking you out of the bed. 
When Bucky had finally learnt to sleep in a bed again, mostly thanks to you, he steadily became a big fan of his beauty sleep and god help anyone who ended up disturbing him. He had a lot to catch up on. Once, you had violently shaken him awake because his phone was ringing and when he heard Sam on the other line, you were deemed a ‘sleep thief’ for a week and a half after. Bucky Barnes was a bitch when it came to his sleep. 
You usually wouldn't have any complaints about being in his vice grip but it was January and the nights were still cold and having a boyfriend with a metal arm meant that you were held to him with an ice cold grip around your waist. When the Summer came, it was a life saver, your own personal refrigerator but you still had a good few months to go before you were hanging off his arm everyday. 
“Sorry.” You mumbled and tried to convince yourself you were comfortable without another word.
Nope, can’t do it. You shift again. 
“You’re kidding- what is it?” He pulls away from you and sits up on his elbow, glaring, he dares you. “Go on.”
With the most innocent doe eyes you could muster you slip your bottom lip between your teeth and debate the argument you could spark when your gaze slips to his vibranium arm in the semi darkness.
He doesn’t miss a thing, you’ve come to realize.
“I swear if you say-”
“-It’s cold! I’m cold! It’s just too much cold!” You burst, arms flailing in desperation. 
“It’s my arm! You said you wanted to sleep on my left, this is my left arm, nothing I can do. Okay?”
“There has to be something.” You search the room for solutions, briefly lingering on the sock drawer. 
“Oh yeah, sorry, let me just take it off.” Bucky grunts, dripping with sarcasm. 
“...If you could?”
“Seriously, fuck you.” 
Bucky falls back into his beloved pillow, eyes shut and wishing he has chosen a partner that let him sleep peacefully, then again, why would he want that when you exist?
“Look, either come to the other side or deal with it.” 
Silence finally reaches your bedroom and Bucky is deeply in dreamland while you lie awake, scheming away. 
In the early hours, you slip out of bed without a sound and make a beeline for the sock drawer, knowing you had some old pairs of slipper socks stuffed at the back. Scissors in hand, you snipped off the toes and smiled at the D.I.Y leg warmers. Oh, he was gonna be mad. 
With nearly medical precision, you held out the slumbering Bucky’s arm in front of you and one by one, slid the fluffy socks up the freezing metal until it was sufficiently covered. Thanking the universe, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, you shuffled back under the covers and happily wrapped the soft arm back around your waist. 
You slept like a lamb after that.
*****
When the morning came, you woke up before him like usual and briefly left him to his own devices as you made coffee, two mugs sitting on the counter beside each other. 
Through the wall, you faintly hear the rising of the soldier before heavy footsteps quickly storm in your direction.
“The fuck is this?”
You look up to see him in the doorway, and find yourself the subject of a stare that would send millions running. Not you. The multicolored socks lined up his arm kind of softened his hoped effect and you had to stifle your laughter. 
“A solution?” You shrug.
“No.” He points at you with his flesh arm accusingly “Nu-uh. This? This is not how we solve things.”
“Is it not? I’m really digging the rainbow on you.” The giggle you had tried to push down had spilled over.
“You’re a fucking menace.” 
The giggle now a full bodied laugh that had you clutching at your chest as you were overcome with the image of your big, scary, ‘world’s most deadly assassin’ boyfriend glaring daggers at you while donning the most fluffy and most colorful socks up his arm.
Bucky was fighting a grin with all his might, your laughter was like an ugly disease, incredibly contagious, hard to avoid, and annoying.
Something soft hits you in the face and you halt your hysterics as you peer at the slipper sock now at your feet. Lifting your gaze, Bucky is smiling smugly, and working a second sock off his arm. 
“Bucky!” You yelp and duck under the counter as the rainbow sock flies in slow motion over your head. 
You probably shouldn’t poke the bear but-
“Y’know, for the best shot the United States army had ever seen you sure do miss a lot.” You taunt from your hiding spot.
When there's no response, you make a break for the couch and get shot squarely in the forehead.
“Say that again.” He dares with narrowed eyes.
“Okay, truce. Truce!” You raise your hands in surrender. 
“Say sorry for last night.” The pink ball of fluff in his hands, a deadly fate, and you’re consigned to concede
“I apologize for last night.” You sigh, approaching him with caution “Now, it’s been ten whole minutes and you still haven’t subjected me to your obscene morning breath.”
He beckons you with his head and you happily plod over, throwing your arms around his neck. The kiss is sweet, and full of promised mornings to come.
It’s welcomed by you. Until you feel the coldest thing known to man, his left arm, writhing under your shirt and sending immediate shivers down your back. 
“Bucky!” You screech and his strong laughter descends on your morning with malice.
Desperately wiggling out of his hold, you escape to the bedroom and yell from your stronghold:
“That was an act of war James Buchanan Barnes!”
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Aww, thank you so much Em!! ❤️🥺 You’re so delightful and precious!! 🥰💕 This made my day!! 💗
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AAAAAA thank you! You’re so sweet 🥺😭🫶🫶🫶🫶 I hope all is well for you the first month of 2023 💗💗💗
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