Prompt:
Pre Serum Steve in modern times and is self-conscious of what his significant
other will think of him. Cute fluffiness please please please!
Note:
This is suuuuper cute omg. I decided to put a bit of a soulmate twist on it, if
that’s okay. Very cute.
Warnings:
Precious baby Steve. Fluff. Very fluff.
Steve stared at the timer at his wrist and
sighed, sitting on his bed in he and Bucky’s shared apartment in New York.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. Or to be exact: 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0
days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 14…13…12 seconds remained. That meant tomorrow
after lunch.
“Nervous?” Bucky asked, poking his head into
Steve’s room.
“You think?” Steve chuckled softly. He
pointed to the outfit hanging on the knob of his dresser. It was a light blue
polo shirt and khakis with a pair of nice brown dress shoes. “Too dressy?
Should I go casual?”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be dressed
up just as much, if not more, than you.” Bucky assured him. He pulled out his
phone and checked the weather for the next day. “Should be nice and sunny.”
“Buck,”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think she’ll be okay with…me? You
know, being the way I am?”
“She’s your soulmate, Stevie. She doesn’t
have a choice.” He laughed. Steve went quiet, suddenly very serious. “Steve,
lighten up. Of course she’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?”
“What if she’s taller than me? What if she
doesn’t find me? What if we miss eachother?”
“Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Bucky smiled.
“She’ll love you. I know it.”
“Okay.” Steve nodded. He laid down in his
bed. “Night Buck.”
“Get some sleep, punk. God knows you’re going
to need it,”
***
Steve didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.
Every time he dozed off, he ended up having a nightmare about how horribly
things could go the next day. When he finally got out of bed, he drank three
cups of coffee to wake him up and then brushed his teeth four times to make
sure his breath was minty and fresh.
“Nervous?”
“Buck, I can’t breathe.” Steve sighed, his
heart racing. He checked the timer on his wrist. There was only an hour left.
“We’re going to the park. That’s the best
place to meet people. Right on the bridge. Real romantic.” Bucky said. “Plus,
it’s a nice day.”
“Okay,” he nodded. The park wasn’t that far
away. Only a short walk. They could get there in no time. “Let’s get going. I
don’t want to be late.”
“You can’t be late. She’s your soulmate.”
“I know,” he nodded. “I know.”
***
“(Y/N), you’re going to be fine,” your best
friend, Sarah, told you for the fortieth time. You were strolling through the
park, waiting in bated breath for your timer to run out. 5 minutes. You had
five minutes. Your heart raced at the speed of light, and you felt like you
might pass out. You were wearing a dress, a cute short lacy blue dress and
black flats. Your hair was curled, thanks to Sarah, and your makeup was
perfect.
“He’s going to love you.” she reassured you,
rubbing your back. “I’ll wait for you over there by that tree,” she pointed to
the tree near the base of the bridge. “And good luck. But it’s not like you’ll
need it.”
Sarah walked away, her long curly red hair
bouncing with every step. You glanced at your wrist, staring at the glowing
numbers. You got chills. Any minute now.
***
Steve looked up to the bridge and swallowed
nervously. He adjusted his collar and gripped the bouquet of flowers he had
brought tight. A red-haired girl sitting under a tree looked up from her book.
“Are you here to meet a soulmate?” she asked
excitedly. Steve nodded nervously. Bucky smiled softly. “My friend (Y/N)’s up
there on the bridge. She only has a few minutes left.”
“So does he,” Bucky nudged him forward. “Go
on, buddy.”
“O-okay,” he nodded and started walking
towards you hesitantly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was
shaking, blushing, nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t.
He couldn’t. Not now.
Once he was standing beside you, he tapped
your shoulder. In that instant, both of your timers dinged together as they
reached zero simultaneously.
“H-hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling brightly
as you met his eyes. He smiled back.
“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” He introduced.
“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. He held out his
hand to shake yours but you pulled him into a hug instead, holding him tightly.
His eyes widened, not expecting to be accepted by you so quickly, but he
embraced you nonetheless, his heart racing. “I was worried I would never meet
you,” You admitted, beginning to cry tears of relief. “So, so worried something
would go wrong. I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted softly, burying
his head in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here. He couldn’t believe
you were real and in his arms and so soft and warm. He held onto you like he
would never get another chance. “I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re so, so beautiful,”
“Thank you,” You smiled, still not letting
go. “Can I just hug you forever?”
“That’s fine with me.”
“Come on, lovebirds,” Bucky called from the
tree. “Do you want to go out for lunch, or what?”
“That’s Bucky,” Steve explained. You finally
stopped hugging him and just took a good long look at him. He was adorable. You
didn’t care that he was kind of short or kind of skinny. He was your soulmate,
and there was no one on earth you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.
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