Captain, Sergeant, and Agent

Flower Boy [Pre-serum! Steve Rogers x Reader]

Summary: Soulmate AU: Steve is very artistic, so he draws on his arm and it shows up on Reader's arm. He has a blog and the reader recognizes the style of the flowers and asks the damning question.

Warnings: None.

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It's common knowledge to everyone about how you find your soulmate. Anything you draw on your skin will show up on your soulmate's skin as well. I just ended up getting lucky as hell, having an artistic soulmate.

They draw beautiful flowers along the inside of my arms. It's quite amazing, but I always have this nervous feeling in my stomach whenever I get onto Tumblr (yeah I'm calling myself out) and I come across the art of one of my favorite artists. They go by "Flower Boy" online.

They're blog is mainly flowers and girls with flowers in their hair or flowers being elements of the character. Their work is stunning. All of the plants are so detailed and it seems like they spend even days at a time working on these pieces. They can range from digital, to watercolor, acrylics, you name it they've done flowers with it at least one in their lives.

The flowers on my arms always seem extremely similar in style to their's but it's probably just a coincidence. "Woah! Your arm is always so pretty, (Y/n)!" Bucky calls out even though he's right in front of me.

"Thanks, Bucky." I grimace. He's such a loud one. "Wait a minute, that looks like Steve's artwork." He commented. Speaking of Steve, he was currently on his phone looking at whatever he looks at. Steve could be dead to the world when he's absorbed in his phone. He pays no attention to anything around him.

"Really?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. It can't be him. He's too sweet and perfect to ever be my soulmate. He should go to a much nicer looking girl like that Peggy Carter.

"He draws his daffodils, I think is what they're called, like that." My arm was currently covered in yellow, white, and pink bells and petals of the flowers. The stems connected together and looked to be fashioned that way by a black and red bow.

Bucky still doesn't know much about flowers even though Steve works at a damn flower shop and he's always there with him when he's off.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Steve is my soulmate and pigs can fly that's very funny Buck." I waved off his comment and Steve snapped his head back up, delicate baby blue hues glancing towards us. "What are you two bickering about?" He inquired. "Nothing, just talking about (Y/n)'s arm." Bucky answered for me. "What about it?" The blonde pressed further.

"My person likes to doodle flowers all over my arm and Bucky was pointing something out about it." I explained quickly, wanting to drop the subject already. "Oh. Well at least it's something nice like flowers and not random reminders that's jotted down throughout the day." Steve mumbles and goes back to his phone.

I snort as Bucky chuckles but in the back of head I can hear that voice scream 'YOU DO THAT YOU IDIOT' but all I can do is push it back under the waves of my thoughts and forget about it.

Here I was, scrolling through my dash looking at the various pictures of Chris Evans that poped up in my feed and thinking about Steve's statement about what his soulmate writes on his arms.

I suddenly feel myself jump out of my own skin as a drawing of daffodils comes across my screen. They're colored white, pink, and yellow with the same damn bow as the drawing on my arm. I look at the username. "@flower-boy" it reads at the top.

I can't believe I posted this one when this is what I drew on my arm. Hopefully my soulmate doesn't get freaked out if they're even on here.

The post read. I grabbed a pen off of my desk and wrote under the drawing. "Flower boy?" I waited for what seemed like an eternity. "You found me out." I saw the words appear. "I kinda suspected this may happen. I'm sorry if I scared you." They scribbled in adorably messy handwriting.

"It's OK," I started back. "I'm just glad I finally found you. Can I get your name?" I felt the anxiety rise into every bit of my core. "Rogers. Steve Rogers." I paled. I rushed up and grabbed my phone, and called Bucky faster than I think I've called anyone else.

"Hello?"

"JAMES!" I yelled into the phone. "Yeah, wait what's goin' on?"

"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, GET STEVE AND GET YOURSELVES OVER HERE ASAP. ITS ABOUT MY SOULMATE." I yelled again. "OK, OK, JEEZ! Calm yourself down. I'll be there with Steve soon." And click.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I looked down at my arm where more writing appeared. "What's your's? It's only a fair trade." I could feel my face erupt in flames. "You'll find out soon, flower boy." I wrote back, my mind going completely haywire. "That's no fun." He wrote back, but I could tell he had a teasing tone when he wrote it.

The door slammed open, completely startling the living hell out of me. "So what's going on?!" Steve rushed in, his face flushed and words jumbled. "Steve, sit down." I warned but he remained standing all the same. "You're stubborn as always." I mumbled and beconed the two boys to come forward.

I held out my arm and Steve immediately fainted on the spot. Bucky had only just managed to catch him before he could've gotten himself hurt. "I knew it all along!" Bucky rejoiced as he gently set a now unconscious Steven Rogers down on my bed. "Yeah OK, fine you were right. Steve is my soulmate." I paused as my brain finally caught up to me.

"Steve is actually my soulmate. The boy that I've been in love with for years is actually my soulmate. Am I dreaming?!" I spun around to Bucky who was currently laughing at the unfolding events. "I can assure you it's not a dream." Bucky wheezed, "I hit my foot a bit ago and it hurt a hell of a lot!"

I heard a rustling of sheets and the creak of my mattress. "W-What's going on?"

"Oh Steve!" I cried and hugged him. Once he fully came to, he took my arm and looked at it closer. "I'm glad it's you." He breathed and looked back up at me. "Can you two hurry up and kiss already! God, you two are morons." Bucky howled.

I grabbed one my books on the nightstand beside me and threw it as hard as I could at the offending party. "What the- HEY OW!" He yelled.

I took Steve's face in my hands and took in the view. His blue orbs full of curiosity and love, his delicate facial features, his pale skin that almost seemed to glow in the natural light of the room, and his golden halo of hair.

I leaned in slowly, not wanting to overstep my boundary. Steve seemed just as happy as he met me in the middle. I started to work my lips against his. His lips were angel-soft against my own. I wanted more of him. So much more.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I locked my arms around his neck, my hand finding his hair to feel and hold onto. The taste of mint was inviting. I felt like I was truely in heaven. My god given gift was Steve, and I couldn't be more content.

The need to breath was utterly annoying as we parted, breathing fast and heavy. Steve panted. "Hey, Stevie...are you ok?" I asked him cautiously. "Y-yeah, (Y/n). I must of gotten a little winded there." He smiled a geourgous smile. Steve's face was flushed a red hue. He was just so damn adorable.

I held him close and he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Nothing could pull us out of this wonderful moment.

"FINALLY!" Nevermind, forget I even throught that. James Buchanan Barnes once again ruins the mood. He needs a trophy for that.