Gifts for frostbitebakery
List of Gifts
26 Apr 2019
At Coney Island, Steve used to watch them make saltwater taffy. It looped and coiled, stretched but never broke, and the smell of it was a promise – the bite of salt on your tongue, the back of your throat, even before you opened your lips.
“Want some more?” and Bucky’s eyes were hooded, teasing, under the fairground lights. His tongue was touching his upper lip and the question had nothing to do with candy.
Steve smirked. “I do,” and later, when he bit down on Bucky’s lips – Bucky gasping under him, stretched around him, open for him – Steve tasted salt.
21 Sep 2018
Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone.
Since the counsel has been keeping records, there has been one exception to that rule, and considering the man, no one was very surprised. After all, Captain America, ne Steve Rogers, was the exception to all the rules.
So when he plunged into the Atlantic in a plane loaded with enough explosives to take out the entire Eastern Seaboard, the nation mourned him, but the counsel breathed a sigh of relief. Their perfect record - a soulmate for everyone - was intact.
When Bucky is five or six or seven, he has his first bonding dream.
11 Jul 2018
The Avengers are all very aware of Steve and Bucky's mutual pining for each other, and while Natasha tries to set Steve up on dates with women, Wanda decides to take matters into her own (magic) hands, and show Steve what he really wants.
Fantasies, awkward dates, and shenanigans ensue.
- Part 2 of Canon Shenanigans
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
18 Jun 2018
Earth is the last stop on Bucky's universe-wide quest to find the best coffee in the cosmos.
After thirteen months of jumping through portals, cheating time and skipping through dimensions, Bucky's ready to go home.
But then he walks into Steve's shop, gets hooked on his coffee and his steady heart, and discovers that he's not quite as ready as he thought he was. He's not ready at all.
17 Apr 2017
“Umm…” Steve glances up to find the waiter standing there with a smirk and a raised eyebrow looking expectant and arguably more delicious than the pastry. “I didn’t order this."
“No,” the man says through a huff of laughter. “But technically, you didn’t order the coffee either.”
Opposite him, the man slides into the booth, light bouncing off his shirt and drenching his eyes with even more blue.
Steve’s eyes dart left and right, looking for whatever it is he’s missed.