Character A: [stairing Admirably At Character B] Thats Awesometerrifying But Awesome.

Character A: [stairing admirably at character B] that’s awesome…terrifying but awesome.

Bucky barns x male reader

Requested by: my dad lmao(he wanted me to write something avengers)

CW:Set in the 1940s, there will be brief references to WW2.

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You, Steve rogers, and James “Bucky” barns have always been best friends. You and Bucky have always been particularly close. People think it’s just a case of “in every trio there’s a duo” but it…a little more than that. You see, you and Bucky were in love. Of course, this being the 1940s people wouldn’t be too fond of gay people. It was always hard for you two. It was even harder now that he had been drafted and you hadent. The reason you hadn’t been drafted was a different story. Today was the last day you had with Bucky. You were both deviated, but both knew that was something he had to do. You were lying in bed, your head in chest well he strokes your hair. “Please don’t leave me, James.” You look up at him with pleasing eyes. He frowns and gazed down at you with his handsome, gentlemanly face. “You know I can’t, darlin’…” you sit up, tears pricking your eyes. “Yes you can, tell them you lost an arm or something, it can’t be that hard…I don’t wanna lose you.” You turn away from him, hurt that he would want to leave you. He sits up not long after, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Now sweetheart-“ “dont ‘sweetheart’ me.” You turn back around to him, tears falling. “You promised you would never leave me. You promised we would be together and no matter how much people wanted us apart we would always be together.” “And I ment it but“ “IM NOT DONE.” You stand up, breathing heavily and trying to wipe away the tears. “James, please…don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.” He follows you to the window you planted yourself in front of. “I mean- Bucky what if you don’t come back? Do you know what that would do to me? I would be nothing but a bitter queer living by himself and drinking booze until he passes out.” Your brunette lover snakes an arm around your waist. “I know, but this isn’t about me. This is about what I’m doing for our country. And besides, there’s no way I wouldn’t coming home to you.” He smiles, picking you up and slamming you back down on the bed, laughing. “You know I don’t like seeing you sad.” “Ok, fine. But can you at least stay until I fall asleep?” “Of course, darlin’.”

You waited for him to come back…he never did.

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A/N: I loved writing this, 40s Bucky is sooo😍. If you see any problems please let me know, constructive criticism is not only welcome but encouraged. Im always looking to improve.

I imagine it’s something like this, I don’t think he’s a morning person if you couldn’t tell

Headcannon: when angel wakes up his hair is sticking straight up like he’s supersane

Could you write spiderpunk (Hobie) X NB/demi-boy reader in like a context of Hobie saves them but they don't know it's him since he has his spideysuit on lol. Totally alright if not

Been WAITING for a spiderpunk request 😤 (keep in mind well reading this I am a midwestern american😭)

Reader pronouns: they/them

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You are reckless. There is no denying it. And the fact you were being carried home by spiderpunk just solidified it. “Yeah, this is my street.” You say as he swings around a corner to a street lined with apartment buildings on either side. He drops you off in front of your building, which you normally would find weird but he’s spiderpunk. “Uhm…thanks for rescuing me!” You grin at him as he gazes down at you. “Yeah, no worries luv.” He puts an arm around your waist, much like your boyfriend hobie. If you could even call him that. He keeps saying he “dosnt do labels” but every time someone flirts with you it’s all “yeah that’s my partner, what about it mate?” Spiderpunk looks down at you, concerned. “You uncomfortable?” He lets go of your waist. “I- no it’s fine I just spaced out. Just thinking about this guy I like.” “He’s bloody lucky.” “I wish he thought that. He keeps saying he ‘dosnt do labels’ and than when some flirts with me it’s like all of a sudden he’s committed! It’s just…frustrating.” You can’t tell what the expression he has on his face is, but you hope it’s sympathy. “He’s dumb.” “What-?” “He’s dumb for not showing how much he appreciates you.” “Oh- thanks. I’m sure you are real busy so I shouldn’t keep you any longer. You press a kiss to his cheek over his mask. “My hero.” “I’m not a hero.” He says before swinging off. Not long after you get a call from hobie.

They seem pretty similar…right?

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A/N: I hope you like it! It was fun to write lol. If you see anything wrong with it or have any constructive criticisms please comment!!!

Angel dust x drag queen reader (platonic)

Readers pronouns: in drag, she/her. Out of drag, he/him

You can choose your own drag name;)

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You two were like trixie and katya. Hells favorite hot mess. You only performed at clubs of the other was there. Two peas in a pod. You were backstage one day after a show, shedding a few layers before going back to the hotel. You pull a $100 out of between your fake latex boobs. “Oh shit how did that get here-“ Angel bursts out laughing. “How did you forget someone stuffing money between your titties?” “Well unlike you, I have to put them on!” He puts an arm on your shoulder as he laughs well taking off an eyelash. “OH MY GOD YOUR GOING TO RIP OFF A REAL EYELASH. Girl let me do it.” You take his head in your hand and with your dominant one, attempt to take off his false eyelashes. “You look constipated” “you look like a bitch” you answer without thinking. “Seriously, you look like your trying to push out a shit” “girl that’s cause I’m trying to distinguish fake eyelash from real eyelash and it’s not so easy with you blinking so much” he looks fake offended. “I’m sorry I need to keep my eyes moist” you scrunch up your nose as you rip off his fake eyelash. He widens his eyes excessively. “This better?” “Much actually thank you” he lets out a guffaw. “I have a question” you say, taking off his other fake eyelash. “What’s up?” “What is the tallest shoe you own” you take off an eyelash and he steps back to think. “Oh my god if you need to think it’s too tall!” You both laugh and he doubles over, putting one of his four hands on a nearby table. “We need to stop drinking on the job” you say, wiping a tear as you take off your heels and change into tennis shoes. “Oh hey where did you put that 100 from earlier?” He asks, taking off his wig to reveal the most horrendous ‘wig cap hair’ known to man. “What this one?” You grab it and wave it in front of his face. He grabs it between his teeth and nods.

You are the friend he needs. Don’t let him down.

Miles morales 42 x overdramatic male reader

Pronouns: you/yours and he/him.

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You basically tore your room apart looking for your favorite hoodie. It was a hoodie that miles gave you, so naturally it was your favorite. The floor was on the ceiling and you looked like a rabid dog. “WHERE IS IIITTT” you whimper, holding a blanket to your face. You decide that the next logical course of action is to call your boyfriend and tell him the world is ending. “Miles I’m going to die” “damn fr?” “YES” “you want me to come over?” “…yes please…” no more than half an hour later miles shows up at your window wearing the hoodie that you ‘lost’. “What was you saying earlier about dying, bonito?” You proceeded to run over and hug him. “Oh my god I’m the worst boyfriend ever.” You practically hang off of him as he jumps off your windowsill and onto the floor. “No your n- what the hell happened to your room?” “I was looking for the hoodie…the one you’re wearing…” you look down, completely embarrassed with yourself. “You are so dramatic it’s unbelievable sometimes” “sorry”

You’re lucky he’s used to your antics by now.

You are perfect for each other.

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A/N: my first across the spiderverse fanfic! If you see any problems please tell me! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! This idea came to me well I was talking to my boyfriend earlier today lol so shout out @/crunchwrapsuper