Hoping Against Hope [ Bucky Barnes X OC - Reader Insert ] (2/2)

Hoping Against Hope [ Bucky Barnes x OC - Reader Insert ] (2/2)

Prompt : Soulmate AU based on This by @let-gavin-free

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x OC

Genre : Angst   |   Warning : mention of torture/blood etc etc

Author’s Note : Ok, i promised it’ll be posted on monday/tuesday but the internet is working soon SURPRISE! I hope you like it :D

Tell me what you think :)

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They tried to track her down once. They forcefully pinned his arm on the table and wrote questions with fine-tip black marker that left a red angry mark for the rest of the day. She never answered and Bucky has never felt more relieved in his life (or the part of like he could remember). That night, he secretly wrote on his left thigh, telling her that he might be gone for a while. She told him she hoped he would be okay, that she cares for him. It was the first night he slept without a single nightmare. He didn’t even mutter a single word when they beat him up the next day. He didn’t even put up a fight when they put him in cryo for a whole month. At least she’s safe, he reminded himself, slowly closing his eyes, bracing himself for the agonizing cold.

* * *

He didn’t remember her at all when he woke up in 2014. Three years in the cryostasis tube and countless wipes to make sure he never remember anything. He blankly stared at his bare left arm, his eyebrows knitted into a confused frown. Something should be there, shouldn’t it? Something… a drawing… a letter… But Alexander Pierce slapped him hard on the face before he could even ask them.

“Do your job, soldier.”

Bucky quietly nodded and walked away from the vault. The mission is more important. He was a weapon. He didn’t have a soulmate. That was what they told him. They said he was a good soldier and Bucky held on to the belief. He was good.

“Kill the man.” He heard Rumlow’s voice from his intercom. Bucky raised his sniper riffle and pulled the trigger. There was a beat of silence before he saw someone running after him.

“Go!” Rumlow snapped when Bucky managed to catch the shield the man threw with his bionic left arm. He swung it back and jumped down the building.

“That was close. Did you get Fury?” Rumlow asked when he got back in the van.

Bucky let out a grunt and nodded his head. He was too distracted by the slight tingling on his right arm to listen to the rest of Rumlow’s rant. The tingling sensation stopped after ten minutes and Bucky let out a silent sigh of relief. I don’t have a soulmate, he reminded himself. Monsters don’t have soulmates.

* * *

But he did. Bucky stared at his right arm, eyes wide in fear. What are they going to do to him if they found out? What about his soulmate? He took out the tiny marker from his pocket and wrote back with scrawly handwriting.

‘who are you?’

The reply came not long after. [Y/N], twenty five, an artist, a woman, and she said she misses him. Bucky staggered back to his single bed. The words on his arm made his head hurt. There was something so familiar yet so foreign about her handwriting and the little drawings next to it. A misspelled hello, bright colored animals that looked more like a blob than an animal, more misspelled words. Bucky let out a shaky breath as he leaned back on the wall, memories of his soulmate started to came back like incoming waves. He reached out for the marker with trembling hand and wrote back to her.

“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry you had to end up with someone like me. I’m sorry I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry, I’m sorry , I’m sorry… Bucky closed his eyes and wiped the tears that fell down his cheeks.

She didn’t reply until an hour later. Bucky was dozing off when he felt it again. He groggily opened his eyes and stared at his arm, watching the colors appeared on his skin. Trees, mountains, clouds, the bright blue sky, all of them painted on his arm with bright colored markers and he found himself unable to hold back the sob. It’s okay. I still care for you. She wrote near his wrist. Bucky spent the rest of the night staring at the beautiful drawing on his arm, the corner of his lips twitched upward as he read the messages she left him.

But he knew all good things must come to an end. So does this beautiful drawing and the beautiful person behind it. Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to scrub it all off, praying no one would come for him and found out about this again. It was harder to remove the mark when he wasn’t the one writing it, he noted, his eyes glaring at his red skin. His heart twisted painfully, knowing what he had to do now.

‘Goodbye.’ He wrote before he rolled off the sleeve and put the marker back into the tiny pocket of his pants. It was better to let her go than to give her hope, he bitterly chuckled. Someone who drew as beautiful as her shouldn’t be with someone like him.

* * *

They wiped him again when he returned from the fight with the Captain. No, he remembered his name… Steve. He was skinny and small, Bucky frowned as they sat him on the chair. He also remembered a train. It was snowing and Bucky felt a dread of panic as flashes of memories started to come back. He looked up when Alexander Pierce walked in. No. They’re going to take it away again.  He said Bucky was a gift to mankind. Bucky didn’t know how he could believe such lies. He was assigned to kill his best friend.

“But I knew him.” Bucky whimpered, still feeling the sting in his cheek from when Pierce slapped him.

“Prep him.” No. Bucky tried to say. But he couldn’t even move his muscle. He was exhausted. There were too many voices in his head now. He didn’t know which one was real and which were not.

“Then wipe him and start over.” Bucky let out a shaky breath as they pushed him back on the chair and strapped him. Steve, my friend. [Y/N], my soulmate. Bucky, my name. He tried to repeat as the machine came to life, trying to hold on to this small memory he remembered. But then the pain came and he started to scream, feeling his memories started to slip away.

* * *

The Captain fell to the Potomac River and Bucky jumped after him, dragging him to the shore, making sure he was still alive before he staggered away with a dislocated shoulder. He ignored the slight tingling sensation on his arm and made his way to the nearest hideout he could find. He was free now and they could never take away his memory again. Bucky. The man called him Bucky, he noted as he leaned back on the ugly and moldy wall of the motel. That was not enough. He knew something was missing. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the headache worsened whenever he tried to force himself to remember. What was it he’s trying to remember? He thought as he took off his tac gear and changed into a red Henley shirt and a pair of jeans he stole from the room next to his.

He let out a loud gasp when he felt it again. The tingling sensation on his right arm and Bucky rolled his sleeve, trying to make out the words that slowly appeared on his skin.

‘Hellow. Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily, Bucky.’

Bucky frowned in confusion. Soulmate? He had a soulmate. Bucky scrambled to the night stand to search for the pen. He shakily wrote back.

‘Who are you?’

He spent another five minutes staring at his arm before the reply came and a single tear escaped from his eyes as he read the familiar words over and over again.

‘I know you.’ He wrote, his eyes unfocused as he waited for her reply.

‘You do :)’ she quickly wrote. His vision was blurred with fresh tears as he watched drawings appeared on his skin. She drew every single thing she has ever drawn him. From the weird stick figures with glittery pen to the scenery of her favorite place. Bucky didn’t know he could still feel this, whatever this slight flutter in his heart that made him feel warm all over despite the cold room was.

* * *

He spent most of his days in the library and the museum. He even bought a set of colorful markers because he knew she’d love it. He’d spend his afternoon trying to draw with his left arm, smile permanently etched on his face when she continued his drawing with hers. His whole arm would be filled with brightly colored drawings by the end of the day and Bucky didn’t have the courage to tell her it was the only thing keeping him sane and feeling more humane.

It was the third month he spent without HYDRA when he spotted a young woman sitting on his usual seat. She had a medium length hair that she quickly tied into a ponytail when she finished setting down her stuff on the table.

“Is it okay if sit here?” She looked up to him. Bucky gave her a brisk nod and took a seat across her, eyes watching her every moves. Is she HYDRA? He began to panic but she took out a set of markers similar instead of a gun and started to draw on her arm.

“My soulmate loves it when I draw for him.” She looked up with a smile. “He said it helps him remember.”  Bucky was about to reply when he felt it again.

Bucky gasped out loud and he pulled up his right sleeve as fast as he possibly could. His eyes widened at the drawings on his arm and he looked up to see her staring at him with equally wide eyes.

“Oh, hello.” She said with a smile that could light up the whole sky.

Stranger Things is an amazing show. I can’t recommend it enough.

This comic isn’t very spoilery but it won’t make a lot of sense until you’ve watched the show. The entire first season is on Netflix. Go check it out!

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Bucky Barnes One Shot

Fake Dating

Fandom: The Avengers

Summary: Bucky is sick of feeling like a ticking time bomb and being under constant surveillance. In an attempt to deter his over-worrying friends he says he’s dating his next door neighbour – you.

Note: A part of a Fake Dating series I’m doing. Read the Bruce Banner version here. 

Bucky really appreciated his friends. He was grateful for all of them and how much they helped him in getting reintroduced into society. The 21st century was a whole new challenge and as much as he loved his friends for trying to assist him, they were beginning to become a challenge themselves. He was starting to hate them.

The members of the Avengers were constantly worried about Bucky. Growing up, Bucky had always been the one who worried about others – specifically, he was the one who worried about Steve and not the other way around. He never had been able to understand Steve when he talked about how much he hated everyone pitying him for the way he looked and lived but now, Bucky understood. To his friends he was a ticking time bomb. He was lucky enough to have moved out of the Avengers base where he was under constant surveillance and into his own apartment in the city. It wasn’t much but it meant that he got to be in on his own.

Every few days Steve would come and visit him. It felt like he was constantly there though considering the amount he texted Bucky – Bucky didn’t mind though.

It was one of the days that Steve came for a visit. The two of them had met up for lunch and Steve was now going over a mission that Bucky would be allowed in on. It wasn’t often that Bucky was allowed to participate in missions due to his background but slowly the Avengers were permitting him to do small jobs on minor cases. Steve had gone over the mission nine times now.

“Steve, I got it.” Bucky cut off the other man before he could go over the mission again.

“I’m just making sure,” Steve was trying to seem casual as he looked around the apartment but Bucky knew he was analysing his living situation, “you sure this is the right place for you? The base has been –,”

“I’m seriously fine,” Bucky had a brief flashback on what Tony had said a few days earlier when he was forced to check in on him, “I… even have a girl that I’m interested in at the moment and I don’t want to go moving right now.”

You could’ve heard a fly fart in that moment. Both of them had fallen silent over what he said – even Bucky couldn’t believe what he’d said. He was experimenting on something that Tony Stark had suggested to him. Tony. He was already regretting his decision.  

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You sat beside the man you had come to know ever since that woman, Emma Swan, came to town. You didn’t know how you had never noticed him, and despite everyone thinking he was crazy (which you knew why), you still adored the man with all your heart. 

“Jefferson…” you began, causing him to look over at you. 

“Yes?” he asked.

“Do you… Do you really believe in all of that curse stuff?” You watched his face drop as he looked towards the floor, his face starting to twitch as he folded his hands in his lap. 

“I’ve told you… It’s real,” he muttered, standing up and walking towards the window. 

“But how do you know?” You stood up and followed him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “How do you know?” 

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” he asked, still not looking at you. 

“Jefferson, no, I-”

“First my daughter and now my wife too…” He whispered, and you swallowed hard. Henry had mentioned you were his wife before, but how could you believe him? He was just a child with a book of fairy tales. But Jefferson? He sounded so genuine, like he truly believed. Strangely enough, you thought that maybe he wasn’t crazy. That girl in the book looked a lot like you and you had to admit, you always felt like something was missing, like you weren’t really you. Everything felt so fake. 

“I just want proof so I don’t sound crazy for believing you,” you admitted, and with that, he snapped his head in your direction, his expression one of pure disbelief. 

“What?” You thought you could practically hear his heart race, unless that was just yours. 

“I mean, it adds up, doesn’t it? And ever since Emma came, crazy stuff has been happening. The clock started moving again, wolves are coming out, no one seems to be able to even leave… Maybe you’re right.” You swallowed hard and then exhaled deeply. “Maybe…” 

“Y/N- I mean-” You knew he’d slipped up before and called you that name, one that wasn’t yours but was in that book of Henry’s. “Why? Why do you believe me?” 

“Honestly? Because I like the idea that something else is out there. I like the idea that I have a life that is better than this. And you know what? I like this, I like you, I like us. And if this curse breaks and I suddenly remember our life together, I still won’t regret that me not remembering you happened because that means I got the privilege of falling in love with you all over again.” 

There was a silence between you two, one that made the air go still and one that made it feel as if the earth had been put on mute. But then, all at once, his smile lit a fire inside of you and his laughter broke barriers you didn’t even know were possible. 

“You love me… You love me?!” He picked you up and spun you around, his laughter echoing throughout the room. “You love me!” 

“Yes, Jefferson, of course I do!” 

“You don’t even remember me but you still love me!” 

You were laughing now too as he set you down, his arms holding your upper arms as he stared into your eyes. 

“Tell me you love me again.” 

“I love you.” 

“Again.” 

“Jefferson-” 

“Please, I’ve been waiting years for this, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say it again.” His eyes were akin to those of a sad, kicked puppy, and you couldn’t help but oblige. 

“Jefferson, I love you with all my heart, forever. And I mean it.” 

He grinned and pulled you into him, your lips smashing together as your heart sped up, practically doing flips in your chest. You ran your hands up his neck, feeling the scar there, and up to his face, your hands pressed firm enough to pull him even closer to you. 

Upon pulling away, he flashed you another grin, one full of genuine happiness. “After all this time, I can finally tell you I love you again.” 

You smiled at him, your heart still fluttering. “Then say it and keep saying it, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

Bonnie & Clyde: Young and Beautiful

Bucky x reader AU

Notes: smut, angst (ish), fluff, swearing, mentions of prison sentence, mentions of criminal activity

(Bonnie & Clyde inspired AU) 

Lana del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Summary: Your husband, James Buchanan Barnes, is trouble. Beautiful, dangerous trouble. After a prison sentence of 34 months, he is finally released and seems to have taken his time to think about what is truly the most important thing in his life. 

To avoid confusion: every chapter will have another added title. The titles are probably all Lana Del Rey songs, which I advise you to listen to while reading. It’s an amazing source of inspiration for me on this one. 

TAGS:

@jjlevin​​ @starstar1012​​ @stephvera​​ @styleswift1989​​ @amf71010​​ @heismyhunter​​  @a-small-independent-princess​​ @bxckytrxsh​​ @incadinkadoo @buckyismybbz​@seabastian-barnes​ @number1fantrash​ @verycoolveryunique​ @snowwhiteslays​@tesseractbucky​ @popsxerox 

You leaned nonchalantly against the brand new Porsche Carrera, pushing your sunglasses back on it’s place before you crossed your arms, staring impatiently at the motionless gates. Finally, his sentence was over, finally he would be free. 34 long months you were left without your husband, after he was caught during your last heist. Well, caught; he gave himself up to protect you. You could still see him smile at you, bullets flying everywhere while he pushed you out of the way.

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