Bucky Barns X Male Reader

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.

My house. My chair. My woman.

Im feeling feelings help

Whenever I listen to the mark ronson remix of smile by Lilly Allen I picture angel dust being free from Valentino

Fellas?

Pleasepleaseplease-

please someone anyone write lars pinfield x reader I BEG OF YOU

Angel dust x cook!Reader

Reader’s pronouns: you/yours (implied reader uses he/him)

Tw: description of injury, allusions to workplace a***e angst angst and more angst babyyyyyyy

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You could hear your beloved Anthony burst through the doors of the hotel, loudly complaining. He had all the reason too, considering his work environment. You walk up to him, placing a hand on one of his top two arms. “Angie?” You say, tenderly. “Do you want to talk?” He pulls his arm away and slumps over at husk’s bar. “No.” He tells you, plainly. You nod, looking down and to the side. “Well…I’m here if you do.” You know just the way to cheer him up. Food. Lucky for him, your specialty is Italian food. You make your way to the kitchen and about a half hour later you come back to a vacant bar, penne alla vodka in hand. You make your way up to angel’s room. You use your free hand to know on his door to be met with “fuck off.” “It’s me, tony. I made you dinner.” He opens the door and you see him in all his glory. Mascara and eyeliner running down his face, a black eye and a bruises running down his face and neck. He is wearing a blanket on his head and wrapping it around head and shoulders. He takes the bowl of pasta with his bottom two arms and gives you a small smile. “Can I come in, darlin’”? He takes a breath and adjusts his hair with one of his top two arms.“Why~? Ya miss me~?” You look at him blankly. “I don’t have to be angel dust right now, just Anthony.” He looks a mix of offended and nervous, though you can’t quite tell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hands the bowl back to you. “I don’t need your pitty or your food.” He shoves you and the food spills on the ground. He then slams the door and, little did you know, he slides down with the back of his head against the door. “Why did I do that?” He asks himself. You will get to him eventually.

Right?

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A/N: hii! I hope you liked it, this is my first hazbin fic:) if you see any problems please comment! Constructive criticism is encouraged!!!