what it says on the box
Summary: Steve’s words went like this: I can’t say I mind being complimented on my dicks Wherein Steve's first encounter with his soulmate is through the internet.
Summary: Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).
Summary: Turns out when you're missing an arm, everyone asks are you okay? all the damn time. And when your soulmark is one of the most common questions in English, it's even worse. Generic soulmarks are a bitch.
Summary: Hi. That’s it. That’s Steve’s word. You’re supposed to meet upwards of eighty thousand people in the course of a lifetime, and that’s all Steve gets. Hi. There’s nothing else. No time, no date, just the first thing said to him by his soulmate seared in neat black letters across the middle of his wrist. You know how many people say ‘hi’ as a way of introducing themselves to someone they’ve never met? A lot. A lot of a lot. It's a problem.
Summary: At some point in everyone's life, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them will appear in deep black writing on their skin. The words fade to light grey when a soulmate dies. Sometimes new words replace them, whether they're wanted or not. (These were the words Steve was born with, running in a messy, uneven line across his skinny little chest, beneath both his collarbones: You okay, pal? Those jerks didn't hurt ya too bad, did they? Steve woke up from the ice in 2011 with the words, Who the hell is Bucky? circling his heart, in printing so precise it barely looked human. Steve hated them.)
Summary: Few soulmates are separated at birth by too much time – but when the distance becomes greater than one year all bets are off, with five years’ difference being equally as unusual as fifty. Yet the one rule that has never been broken is that the soulmates’ lifespans always overlap. So it came as something of a shock to the young boy in an orphanage in Brooklyn, New York, when his soul mark came in at the age of twelve and told him that his soulmate had been dead for almost sixty years.
Summary: Steve Rogers knows from day one that Bucky Barnes is not his soulmate. The asset knows from the first glimpse that the man on the roof is his.
Summary: Mr Perfect Ass is even prettier from the front. His braid is loose enough that strands of hair have fallen to frame his face, and an oversized scarf is pulled up to just below his pouty, red mouth. He's big, with wide shoulders and thick arms and thighs that are straining at his jeans, and he's staring at Steve with a blush on his face and the prettiest eyes Steve has ever seen. "Oh, god," Steve blurts out. "Please sit on my face." There's a horrified silence for about a second, before Natasha starts cackling.
Summary: Bucky hadn’t really planned to curse out Captain America and he certainly hadn’t planned what was next other than “be unemployed”, but apparently what came next was Steve leaping out of his seat, fisting his hands in Bucky’s shirt and shoving Bucky against the floor-to-ceiling window. ~ A hatemance in two chapters ~
Summary: Jesus, they'd bonded. He had bonded with a complete stranger over three days of incredible, mind blowing sex, and he'd never even gotten the Alpha’s name. Admittedly, he'd been a little distracted by the overwhelming urge to mate, but he still could have at least asked the guy’s name, right? Wrong.
Summary: “…The modern viewer must remember that prior to the 1960s, soulmark portraits were the ultimate in taboo. But one can see how an artist like Captain Rogers would feel compelled to pick up his sketchbook… ...Captain Rogers never did a self-portrait; we can only speculate who his soulmate — or soulmates — might have been." Franklin, Hannah. “Howling Commandos Leave their Mark in Portrait Series by Captain America.” Newsweek, July 9, 2009.
Summary: No one really knew exactly how soulmates worked. Some people had them, some people didn't, and you only knew which you were if you happened to look up one day and realise your soul was reaching out for someone who was reaching back for you. Except sometimes, not often but sometimes, it went wrong and you'd look up and find your soul reaching out for someone who couldn't feel you at all. And you just had to live with that, your soul reaching out for them forever. If you were lucky, the other person would be nice about it. Steve was lucky, for a given value of lucky; Bucky was a good person. But if he'd been truly lucky, the universe wouldn't have screwed him over in the first place.
Summary: All his life, Steve Rogers had only ever wanted to belong--to something, to someone, to both. And all his life, that belonging had been held just outside his reach. -- Also known as: the Cap!Steve/modern!Bucky soulmate au that someone actually did ask for.
Summary: Bucky hasn’t seen his own soul mark in seven years, not since a doctor sawed off his left arm to save his life. So it’s a little bit of a shock when he walks into Stark Tower and sees at least a dozen people with his soul mark proudly emblazoned on their skin. And that’s how Bucky finds out he’s soulmates with Captain fucking America.
Summary: In a world where magic came back and humans immediately adapted and turned it into just another tool, they soon learned one thing it couldn't do is heal. What it could do, however, is soul bond the sick or injured to another person as a way of creating something like healing. When sick-all-his-life Steve Rogers wins the lottery, he decides to spend his winnings on one thing: a BodyGuard, someone to share their strength and their health with him through a soul bond. He chooses Shield, because they're the very best in the business, and he chooses James Buchanan Barnes, because he thinks they'll be compatible. He turns out to be a little more right than he ever thought he'd be.
Summary: Steve Rogers had the words Well, that was impressive on his butt. Bucky Barnes had Enjoying the view? circling his navel. Specific soulmarks should make meeting your soulmate easy and predictable, right? Not so much.
Summary: It’s called the Grey Space; a patch of skin marking you as blessed and the first sign you have a soulmate. Steve Rogers didn’t have one when he crashed into the ice. But he did when he woke up in the future. The second sign is the Sense, a sharing of one the senses to help soulmates find each other. Steve’s Sense, taste, is rare, but he loves a challenge and a soulmate is a gift from the Fates. Except instead of a blessing, it’s a curse, since his soulmate is a dick. Bucky Barnes loves food and a homecooked meal is something he cherishes. When his Grey Space starts to itch, Bucky can’t help his excitement, since the Sense he and his soulmate share is taste. But not for long. Whoever he’s bound to has the blandest diet in the world, ignoring all Bucky’s messages. After weeks of putting up with tasteless food, Bucky decides to strike back. WARNING: This story contains spicy food, the world’s smelliest fish, Steve sucking on socks, sexy selfies, lube bombs, the Furnadoes, trouble-making grandparents and Sam not being paid enough. It also contains hot-chocolate, love between brothers, realizing found family is as vital as the one you were born with, and lots of laughter as Steve and Bucky find their happy ending.
🌟 This is a FSBC Gold Star Rated fic
Summary: A soulmate AU where your soulmark is the first thing your soulmate thinks when they meet you. Bucky is a normal, Level Six SHIELD agent who stumbles into a time machine while on a mission. When he travels back sixty-four years and lands ass-up on the wartime desk of one Agent Carter, his soulmark—“Who’s that with Peggy?”—goes from fairly distinctive, as thoughts go, to maddeningly common.
Summary: 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.
Summary: Whether it's fate or chance bringing them together over the years, Bucky can't stand that asshole Steve Rogers.
Summary: When Steve was young, his mother taught him that you could find your soulmate by thinking of your soulmarks and pointing at a map. But she never told him what to do if you met your soulmate - and then lost him. Lucky for Steve, Clint won't leave this kind of shit alone.
*Librarian Note: This is part one is a whole series of other pairings from the MCU universe that are worth reading - so I've linked all 5 parts above
Summary: The power of love and all that.
Summary: “You’re kind of a weird one, aren’t you?” Bucky gasps, all mock-offense. “We’re rolling with the insults today, aren’t we?” Steve flushes again, shoulders tight. “Sorry. Just… Sorry.” Bucky’s expression softens, and he goes with his gut as he reaches a hand out, fingers grazing the back of Steve’s hand on the table. Steve’s skin is warm, just as Bucky thought it would be. “It’s okay. It’s actually kind of nice knowing you can match my level of asshole.” * Today, of all days, is the day Bucky is going to meet the love of his life. Imagine his surprise when it turns out to be Captain America. Or: The Adventures of Bucky Barnes, the Shitty Psychic.
Summary: But tonight’s different, Bucky knows it before he’s even completely asleep, because in that half-aware space somewhere between dreaming and consciousness he feels his skin prickling, his chest clenching like he’s lost something and he doesn’t know what it is, never even had it, and as oblivion overtakes him, all Bucky sees is the same face he’s seen in his dreams for years.
Summary: Bucky’s born with "Are you the stripper?" on his ass, because of course he is. (a schmoopy soulmate AU)
Summary: Steve never got the chance to meet his soulmate before he went into the ice. Now that he's out, scientists have discovered a way to match you to your soulmate, called The Registry. The big question is, does Steve want to use it, and is it safe to give anyone a sample of Captain America's DNA?
Summary: “Ouch.” Steve bats Bucky’s hand away, rubbing at his neck. “Sorry, sorry,” Bucky apologizes, cheeks red and eyes round. “It’s the same mark.” Steve nods, because it is. “Only soulmates have the same mark.”
Summary: Steve is wandering through the 21st century after the Battle of New York. He had friends (if Natasha constantly trying to set him up with every beta and omega couple she can find is friendship - he thinks it is?) and a job, but he still feels lost. Maybe it's because he can still feel the loss of his Bond with Bucky and Peggy. But after meeting Sam Wilson on a run, things start looking up. And even if they do get looks for being an alpha dyad, at least he's happy. But then a new member gets assigned to his squad: codename Winter Soldier.
Summary: Bucky never thought he would find his Omega at just twenty-years-old. Mates usually found each other around twenty-two or twenty-three, so he was overjoyed to learn that their bond was so strong, they were drawn to one another early. Until Bucky's family attorney informed him that his Omega - Steve - was not only a long-time activist and a successful nurse, he was actually thirty-six. Steve never thought he would find his Alpha. It had been more than ten years since they were supposed to come together, and he had long-since given up waiting. So, when a kid slammed into him on the street and tried to claim him, Steve was more than a little surprised. Can these two overcome their differences, presumptions, and their pasts to find one another on the other side?
Summary: Steve has lived his entire life in vibrant color, but when Bucky falls from the train, he takes all the beauty in the world with him.
Summary: Steve Rogers had been waiting for his soulmate for a lifetime. And was still waiting. Actually, he was sick of waiting, if they didn’t want to find him, that was their business, but he couldn’t wait around any longer. Not when a cute guy just moved into his apartment block that he wanted to get to know better. Bucky Barnes had spent his adult life trying to find his soulmate, and although he didn’t want to give up on his one true partner, it was disheartening. He was starting to think that maybe he should take Natasha’s advice and meet new people. Like the cute guy in the apartment block he’d just moved in to. In a world where your soulmate’s vision is overlaid on yours at different times, and finding them can prove tricky, will two weary men whose other halves seemed impossible to locate, find something together instead? And what happens when their soulmates seem to be closer than either of them expected?
Summary: Soulmates can relieve their own pain by sending it to their other half, something Hydra had utilized with the Winter Soldier. So the day Clint made a remark that had him pulling on a thread he'd always ignored, Bucky was faced with the knowledge he'd been unknowingly making some innocent person suffer all this time. And Steve, a YouTuber with a cooking channel, just trying to get by with his myriad of health problems and the constant assault from his asshole soulmate, had just got hired by Pepper Potts to be the new live-in chef at Avenger's tower. Lip curling, Steve met his pale eyes, hating that he’d ever found them attractive. “You don’t know shit about me, dick head. So why don’t you go fuck yourself with that enormous shitbag personality of yours?” The asshole just huffed, flexing his arm, clearly trying to intimidate. “Your work ethic says plenty, but hey, I’m not the one paying you, though don’t think I won’t be sharing what a fucking great fella you are—sleeping on the job and backtalking to the people you’re supposed to be working for.” For Square B2-Enemies to Lovers-for Steve Rogers Bingo 2022
Summary: When Steve Rogers emerged from the ice, he wound up not only in a whole new century, but also with a brand-new soul mark. Knowing that the person he was destined to be with might be just around the corner made it easier for him to settle into a future where happily ever after was a sure thing. Until the Romanian drummer of a 'popular in Europe' heavy metal band, and freight car of personal baggage, come crashing into his life...
Summary:
Around your twenty-fifth birthday, if you haven't already met your soulmate, you temporarily switch bodies.
Bucky isn't thinking about this when he's fucking himself on a dildo in the shower, and Steve assumes he missed his chance to meet his soulmate. So it's a surprise for both of them when they suddenly find themselves in each other's bodies.
Light plot and a lot of porn.
Summary:
"Steven Grant Rogers," a voice said from somewhere near Steve's front door. "Professional inker. Maybe you'd like to explain why you're leaving us messages about our good friend Bucky?"
The redhead currently pinning Steve to the couch said, "Really?"
"Alright, her good friend Bucky. My tolerated friend Bucky."
"My phone's on the table," Steve ground out. "Grab it, have a look at the last picture."
The guy grabbed it, and his obvious double-take would have been funny if Steve wasn't being crushed into his couch. He held it out and the redhead peered at it. "It could be fake."
"That's right," Steve said, digging down for all the sarcasm that existed in his skinny body. "I scribbled all over my own thighs and took a photo so I could lure a pair of hostile weirdos to my apartment. That's how I enjoy spending my time."
"You know what this means, right?" the guy said, sounding deeply bemused. "Bucky has a soulmate."
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