Prompt: I just need an
imagine where skinny Steve got sent to the future (temporarily also he doesn’t
know he becomes Captain America yet) and the reader takes him on a cute date
answering all his questions and kisses him, leaving him all stunned before he
is sent back to his own time. [idk i’ve just really wanted to teach Steve about
the world today, but also I am in love with the tiny him.]
Warnings: teensy bit of language.
Note: AWWWWWWWWWWW
The Facility was quiet today,
you decided. Too quiet. And whenever things around here got too quiet,
something was bound to go wrong. That was the case this particular Sunday
afternoon. You were reading comic books, sitting on the floor cross-legged when
there was a bright, blinding flash of white light.
You squinted, blocking your
eyes from the sudden flash. When it dimmed, there was a man standing there. A
man you knew all too well.
“Steve?” You asked, slowly
standing up. You set your book on the coffee table and walked closer. He was
small, short, the version of himself he had been in the forties. You wondered
if something had happened to him. Had Hydra come up with a way to reverse the
serum? “Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, do I know
you?” the smaller Steve asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around. A second
ago he had been standing in a cafe in Brooklyn, and now he was…well he didn’t
know that much. “Where am I?”
The larger, super-soldier
Steve walked into the room precisely at that moment, wide-eyed. In some part of
his memory, he remembered this. As quickly as he came in, he left, not that
small Steve seemed to notice.
“I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” You
introduced. “You’re in upstate New York. I’ll…um…I’ll be right back. Stay
right here. Don’t move.”
“O-Okay then…” Steve
hesitantly took a seat on the couch and you dashed into the hall after normal
Steve.
“Steve!” you hissed. A pair
of large muscular hands reached out of a supply closet and pulled you inside.
“I thought it was a dream. I
thought all of this was a dream,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?”
“The little guy in there is
me…was me. I don’t know how it happened, but I remember it somehow. A
little. But it was too crazy for me to ever accept as reality.” Steve
continued.
“You’re saying you were sent
here from the past.”
“I was, yeah.”
“So what do we do?”
“I can’t do anything,” Steve
said. “Neither can Bucky. We have to stay the hell away from him and pretty
much hide out in here until Tony can figure out how to send him back. Send me
back. This is confusing.”
“No shit,”
“How about…You have to
distract him. Take him out of here. Like on a little date or something. He
doesn’t go out much. He’ll love it, I promise,” Steve instructed, blue eyes
meeting yours. He smiled a little, as if remembering something that had yet to
happen. A rosy blush found its way to his cheeks.
“What?” You asked, cheeks
burning red. How long you had been hopelessly crushing on Captain America, you
couldn’t say. But now you were getting the chance to go on a date with him.
Kind of.
“Nothing. Just-”
“Why the hell is a tiny
version of you standing in the living room?” Tony asked, bursting into the
closet. You both jumped, looking at him wide-eyed. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt
your make-out session?” he snapped.
“Don’t worry about it.
(Y/N)’s gonna take him out on a date until you can figure out how to send him
back.”
“Okay. Good. That’s a good
plan.” Tony nodded, smirking at your flustered face. “Get out there.”
“Okay,” you nodded, walking
out of the closet.
“(Y/N),” Steve said. You
turned to look at him. “Thanks for this,”
“No problem,”
***
“So this is the future,”
small Steve stated, looking around the enormous parking garage full of all of
the Avengers’ vehicles. Some were new, some were old. Some were high-tech, some
were ordinary mini-vans. It was quite a sight.
“Yep. The year 2016.”
“God, I’m probably dead.”
Steve shook his head. “Or really, really old I guess.”
“Yeah, I bet,” you chuckled.
“So where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. Where do you
want to go?” he asked.
“I’ll figure something out,”
You pulled a motorcycle helmet off of the wall and handed it to him before
leading him over to your bike. You swung a leg over and patted the seat behind
you. “Hop on,”
“Um, okay. I’ve, uh, never
rode on one of these before.”
“First time for everything,
right?”
***
“What’s this place?” Steve asked, looking up
at the bright lights of Times Square. You figured if you were going to show him
the future, you should go big or go home.
“Steve, this is New York. Times Square.” You
told him. He gasped.
“Geez,”
“Yeah. It change a lot?”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded, his arms tight around
your waist. You found a parking garage and parked your bike, stowing the
helmets in the console.
You led him out of the garage and down the
busy sidewalks, stopping in a few stores to show him things, namely, the Apple
store, the Disney Store, and a giant toy store with a huge piano. You took him
bowling and roller blading and out to see a movie and then you went to play
laser tag and get ice cream. The sky was the limit with Tony’s credit card.
Steve spent the day laughing and smiling and
joking around with you. He almost forgot that you were technically over half a
century younger than him. If these were normal circumstances, he would have
never met you.
Sometime in the evening, you stopped at a hot
dog stand to grab a bite to eat. Both of you sat on a bench nearby to eat.
“I’ve had a lot of fun today, (Y/N). Thanks.”
“No prob, Steve.”
“So um,” Steve looked at you. “You knew me
when I… Are we friends?”
“Yeah. We are. We have been for a few years
now.” You told him.
“Am I…old?”
“Yeah, a little,” you laughed, not quite
telling a lie. “Still handsome as ever though.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly
surprised I haven’t completely embarrassed myself yet. I’m, uh, not exactly
great with women.”
“I know,” you nodded, smiling. “You took me
on a tour once. Of all of the places you had been beaten up.”
“Yeah.” Steve shook his head. “Well, girls
aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they could step on.”
“Maybe you don’t talk to the right girls,”
you smirked. Steve chuckled. Your phone buzzed. It was Tony.
Tony:
Guess who mastered time travel?!
“It’s Tony,” you told him. “He uh, found a
way to send you back.”
“Oh,” Steve replied sadly. “I…guess we better
get going then…”
“Yeah…”
***
You sadly stood in front of the machine Tony
had built. The day had been so much fun. You never wanted it to end. But you
knew it had to. Steve faced you. You took both of his hands in yours.
“Be careful back there,” you told him, trying
to hold in tears. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you a hell of a lot. But for
a girl like you, I’d wait a century if I had to.”
“Awww, come here,” You pulled him into a hug.
“Never change, okay? Even if something happens to who you are on the outside,
never change who you are on the inside.”
“I promise I won’t,” he said softly, his arms
wrapped tightly around your waist. He pulled out of the hug to look at you. “I
have to do something now because I’m afraid I might never get the chance.”
“Okay. Go for it.” you nodded, meeting his
eyes. He started to lean forward, closing his eyes, but he stopped, nerves
acting up. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you,
kissing him passionately. He kissed back timidly, lips moving along with yours.
Shaky hands found your waist and he gingerly held you. Your hands moved from
his collar to his soft cheeks, holding his face gently.
He pulled away with stars in his eyes.
“Woah,” he stated, shocked in the best way. “I…just…holy…”
“I’ll see you soon, I promise.” You smiled
softly.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Not soon enough.”
Steve gave one lingering glance at you before
stepping through the portal Tony had built and disappearing. The other Steve
walked through the door, arms crossed, showing off his monstrous biceps. His
shirt hugged his chest muscles tightly and now he towered over you. You couldn’t
believe how different he was. But if you were being honest, you loved him
either way.
“So uh, now you know,” Steve rubbed the back
of his neck.
“Know what?”
“Know that I’ve been in love with you since
the 1940’s but I thought I would never see you again.” He confessed.
“You have? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted that
first kiss to be our first kiss,” he
stated, watching you with his gentle blue eyes. “I didn’t know if it had been
real until today, but now that I know it was, I guess it’s safe to show you
these,” he handed you his sketchbook, a very, very old sketchbook that you were
fairly certain he had gotten from the museum.
You opened to the middle of the book and
flipped through his sketches, finding one of yourself. You gasped. The signature
in the corner had a date with it. 5-6-41.
“Steve…” You whispered softly, tears in your
eyes. He pulled you to his chest, holding you in his arms.
“When I met you again, after the ice, I
realized it hadn’t happened. It wouldn’t happen for a while, and when he showed
up today…” Steve sighed. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his
strong heartbeat. His large hand stroked your chin, tilting your head up
towards his. And for the first time in over seventy years, he kissed you again.
So the thing about that moment near the beginning of Cap 2 where Natasha pulls up in a fucking sweet Corvette–
–well, first of all, I love that Natasha likes driving ridiculous dick cars, because she is clearly having fun with it.
But anyway, I love that the running scene ends with Steve climbing into a totally overkill Corvette driven by a girl who is five foot three inches of pure don’t-underestimate-me badass, because that is Steve. That’s what Steve is. That’s why Steve repeatedly lapping Sam and lampshading it is hilarious instead of mean.
Steve Rogers is a scrappy, sickly little runt behind the wheel of the world’s most souped-up muscle car, and he’s having fun with it, but he’s always uncomfortably aware of the distinction between people complimenting him and people admiring his sweet ride.
I LOVE THE COMPARISON BETWEEN STEVE’S NEW BODY AND NAT’S CAR, THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I WANTED IN CA:TWS ANALYSIS
Prompt:
Can I haz a pre-serum Steve fic where he is your soulmate and ever since he
first started to draw, he drew you. And they get more and more realistic until
one day he recognizes you in the park as the girl from his drawings? Plz and
thank you either way.
Note:
Aaaawwwwwwww. Steve and Reader are in high-school.
Warnings:
None?
The drawings started when he was five. Steve
picked up a crayon in his tiny hand and sketched a very crude drawing of a
stick-figure girl with a red bow in her stringy hair. He couldn’t place her
name or where he knew her from, but he knew he would know her someday.
When Sarah saw Steve’s drawing, one word came
to her lips. Soulmate. Steve wasn’t
sure what she meant then. He was young. They hadn’t started to teach kids about
their soulmates in class yet, but he would know soon enough.
The next week in school, the teacher pulled
out a book about soulmates. She explained that every person on the planet had a
soulmate, and often times, people started drawing their soulmate or hearing
their name, but no matter what it was, they would meet them someday.
As he grew up, Steve clung to the hope that
the girl with the red ribbons in her hair was out there somewhere waiting for
him. He grew to love art, drawing, and often found himself mindlessly drawing
her, painting, dreaming about her at night.
He became so frustrated with himself for not
being able to capture every detail of her face the way he wished he could. But
if he was being honest, the only details he had were the ones that came out on
the paper.
Some pictures were good, some came out
better, but no matter the quality, one thing was always true, she was always
wearing a red ribbon in her hair in the shape of a big red bow.
Steve was seventeen. It was a Sunday
afternoon. Bucky had gone to work, and he was all alone, sitting against a tree
in the park. His sketchbook was resting against his knees as he continued to
sketch her, the girl with the red ribbons.
In this sketch, she was sitting on a park
bench, drinking a cherry coke and writing in a notebook. She was wearing a red
dress. Her hair was curled, and her lips were coated in cherry red lipstick.
Steve sighed, taking in all the details and shading in the shadows. This was
the best one yet, he decided. It looked like it could have been a picture.
Steve took a break and glanced up for a
second, only to see a girl in a red dress drinking a cherry coke and writing in
a notebook. His eyes went wide, flicking from the paper to the girl and back
again. The resemblance was uncanny. It was her.
In his heart, he knew he had to go over and
talk to her, but he stopped himself. She was so pretty. Gorgeous, the most beautiful
dame he had ever laid his eyes on. She could be a model, and he was…awaiting a
growth spurt that he knew was never going to come. Why would an angel like that
want a pipsqueak like him?
“You gotta go talk to her, Steve,” Bucky
scared the daylights out of him, coming out of seemingly nowhere.
“Bucky, I can’t.” he shook his head. “She’d
never like me like this.”
“Are you kidding me?” Bucky pulled him off of
the ground. “If you don’t go over there, I will.”
“Okay, okay, fine.” Steve sighed, took a deep
breath, and made his way toward her. “Um, hi there. I know you don’t know me,
but my name is-”
“Please tell me your name is Steve Rogers,”
you begged, looking up at him. He gasped, nodding wordlessly.
“How…h-how did you-”
“I have been writing your name all over since
before I could spell it right,” You confessed, showing him your notebook. Every
single page was filled with his name over and over and over in varying sizes,
colors, and fonts. He was shocked in the best way, smiling like an idiot. “I
never knew why…but…I feel like I kind of knew. You know, that you were…what we were…”
“Yeah,” he smiled, understanding exactly what
you meant. He showed you his sketchbook and you stood up, looking it over in
shaky hands. Sketch upon sketch upon sketch of yourself filled the book. “So
um, what’s your name?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” you introduced.
“Would it…are you okay with hugging? Can I hug you?”
“Y-yeah! Yes. Yeah, that’s fine,” he
struggled with the words, cheeks burning bright red as you enveloped him in
your arms, sighing in relief. He was real. He was here. He was in your arms,
where you knew he belonged. “You okay?” he asked gently.
“Yeah, I just…I’m so relieved. I can’t
believe you’re real. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Me neither.” He agreed. “God, you’re so
beautiful,”
“Steve,”
“Yeah?”
“Steve.”
“Yeah,”
“I just…I really like your name.” you
giggled, clinging to him tighter. He chuckled.
Summary: A nice day outside with his two favorite people makes Bucky think.
A/N: Hi, everyone! Stucky is back! Honestly, this is all thanks to @barnesrogersvstheworld and @evanstar for nearly killing me with their beautiful Stucky pieces. (I told you it was coming soon, Attie, so here you go.)
This one is completely self-indulgent and it’s quite possibly the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. I just really think that sweet little Bucket Barnes has a thing for flowers. Enjoy!
P.S. Thank you all again for 1k followers. That number is insane and I can’t believe so many people have decided to follow this Soft™ boy blog. A celebration for that is coming, so keep an eye out for that!
Bucky wakes slow and easy, the scent of pine and lavender surrounding him.
Sheets slide along his bare chest, soft against him as he shifts. They press lines into his skin while the pillow does the same to his face.
He squeezes his eyes shut. Tries to keep out the invading sunlight that’s streaming through the window attempting to rouse him from his – thankfully – peaceful sleep.
Arms stretch, metal and flesh alike, from where they were tucked under his pillow. Reach to either side of the bed. Skim across the expanse of the large mattress and keep searching until he realizes the two bodies he expected to find aren’t there.
That makes him open his eyes, steel blue blinking against the light falling onto his body. He turns. Sits up and rubs his face. Runs a hand through messy dark hair and searches the room.
He’s struck once again with how pretty your bedroom, with its soft lounge chair in the corner and pressed flowers resting in a frame over your dresser.
But he doesn’t find you or Steve, the two most beautiful things he’s ever seen. So he thinks ogling your bedroom can wait until he can do it in bed with the two of you.
@sectumsempra-beaches
requests: “I was wondering if you’d do a Steve Rogers soulmate AU? The
first sentence spoken to the person is tattooed and Steve has something really
vulgar and he gets all flustered when someone asks about it. Stark forcefully
makes him show his mark and everyone has a good laugh. But then he meets the
reader (she was Peter’s senior in school by three years until she joined
college and they are tight buddies). (Set post Civil War)”
Summary: Steve
discovers that the vulgarity of his soulmark isn’t what he always thought it
was.
Warnings: a trope
I use way too much in my writing, language
Pairing: Steve
Rogers x reader (gender neutral; they/them/their pronouns)
Word Count: about
840
A/N: LET IT BE KNOWN
THAT AFTER THIS FIC, I WILL NO LONGER TAKE REQUESTS FOR SOULMATE AU’S!
Steve: Generally knocks. Unless you seem upset, in which case he will show up with cookies and a soft “hey” and straight up walk through your door like a sad golden retriever on a mission.
Bruce: Also lets you have your privacy, but gets worried if you lock yourself in for far too long. Will slip tiny notes underneath the door just to make sure you’re doing okay.
Thor: Will try to spy on you via Heimdall. (But only if he’s very worried, which doesn’t happen often). He’ll knock the fuckin door down with stormbreaker if you’re late for dinner, though.
Natasha: Would rather have you leave the door open, but only because she doesn’t want you hiding anything from her. Doesn’t mind if you close the door. If she hears crying, though, (and she will, her ears are freakishly sharp) she just might shoot the door off its hinges, demand to hear what happened, and use it to murder beat up the person who hurt you
Tony: Won’t barge in but will vaguely threaten you/bribe you/pester you until you come out if you stay inside for more than an hour at a stretch. May also ask Peter to spy on you through your window. Peter does it with a million apologies and also because Tony threatened to take his suit away again.
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