Scar Face Marston

First of all, if you hate this, I can try to write actual hc's instead of this hc/meta piece that came out. lol

So, I really hate the phrase “Actualllllyyyyyyy...” but it actually applies here! I’m just going to warn you that I’m basing this on my personal meta / psychological opinion of her, so it may be less exciting or not exactly what you want. However, I think it makes for a more authentic request.

Abigail/F!reader wouldn’t have to be as much of a secret as you think. They would have to be careful, yes, but depending on where one lived, it could be a bit more accepted than you think.

Queer people have always existed, and Dutch and Hosea appear to have had minimal trouble if the audio files are to be believed. However, you’re right that outside of the gang, a queer relationship with Abigail would have to be on the down low, but queer women actually had it a lot easier in terms of hiding. They would mention being “sisterly,” which was the most common explanation that rarely seemed to be questioned. I’ve heard of some people calling each other step sisters. There were also “marriages” called Boston Marriages, which were essentially two women who lived together without any financial presence of a male. Not all Boston marriages were romantic, but queer scholars believe a lot of them were.

All this to say that it would be entirely possible for Abigail and a F!Reader to live together happily and with or without John’s presence in the household. (As in to parent Jack.)

I also say this to say that Abigail would not approve of a secret relationship within the gang. She is the type to not want to “live a lie.” In some ways, I believe Abigail felt she was living a lie, waiting for John and telling herself that she would be okay if he didn’t reunite with her. Arthur points out this is wrong as she’s “pining for him.”

I think she would want to demonstrate honesty in the best way she could in relationships, including the reader. She would want Jack to be involved. There’s no way she would be in a relationship that didn’t include the reader’s presence in Jack’s life as another parent.

Abigail is used to the gang judging her and even gossiping about her. Outside of Hosea, Arthur, Sadie, and Tilly, hardly anyone talks to her. Abigail would basically say let them gossip, but she would worry if the gossip bothers the reader.

That would cover all her bases in terms of living a truthful life. She’s not afraid of John. She would very bluntly but maturely state that you were her partner and that it was over between them. She would likely only want John in her life to provide for Jack, but she knows that is a dwindling prospect.

If you can handle the possibility of gossiping, that would be such a relief to her, and the gang would quickly knock it off if they were told off or moved on to another subject.

I’ve always been of the opinion that Abigail would be better with a woman. I just feel like she’s really queer coded. Yes, she loves John, I truly believe that, but I think she would thrive with a woman in a way that she couldn’t with John. I think a woman would view her as an equal and appreciate her more. I think they would laugh more, and she would worry less. Jack would have a more stable environment, as I think she would have likely left the gang earlier. I think she would have been able to achieve her dreams quicker and see Jack grow up safely and happily with a normal childhood.

First, I'm so so sorry that your family treats you that way. I know how you feel. Most of my family is the same. I made sure to write this before I wrote a few other things I had planned. I hope this is what you were looking for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You have known Sam Wilson for years through volunteer work. After a long day of volunteering, he introduced you to his "spooky friend," Bucky Barnes. The name sounded familiar, but you paid no mind to it. It turned out that the man was not spooky. He was clearly introverted and a bit awkward, but hearing that he was a veteran who had fallen through some hard times, it was understandable.

Sam begged you to befriend him so Bucky would have more people to talk to. Of course, Sam was joking. He would never force you into such a thing, but you gave it a chance. He knew you well enough to know what you'd be comfortable with.

Bucky was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn't fair how gorgeous he was. Did Bucky know how handsome he was? It was all you could think about at first as Sam ordered drinks for the three of you.

Bucky had just moved back to Brooklyn from "abroad" and knew no one in the area except Sam and his veteran friends. Sam strategically left when he thought you two weren't looking. You briefly panicked but shook your head.

Weeks and, later, months passed as you slowly brought Bucky out of his shell. You sometimes had your struggles as well, but he was just as patient with you. Soon, you were watching lame horror movies on Netflix or sharing memes, which Bucky learned quickly.

But a few months later? Shit.

Oh no. You've done it now. You've fallen in love with your best friend because, of course, you did. Bucky seemed so perfect to you, even though you knew that wasn't the case. He had his complexities and struggles, like anyone else. But there was no way you could tell him, he was from the 1940s! What would he understand about being a gay man?

So, you turned to either leaving early on meet-ups when you became too flustered or avoiding him, which hurt you and you knew hurt him. You hated seeing how his eyes lit up when he saw you and then how his shoulders fell when you gave him a wave, and not much more.

You hadn't been ignoring him entirely, texting him because you didn't want him to spiral into his own depression, but you didn't know what to do. You could lose him forever.

Finally, you got the message of all messages.

"We need to talk, please—Bucky." Knowing what this was about, you swallowed your panic and texted him to give you a place and time.

When you reached the coffee shop, you placed your items and sighed. Bucky looked a bit worse for wear with dark circles.

"I'm so-" - you began.

"I'm going to be blunt. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? I know I ain't the easiest to talk and I know I'm fucked up, but I can't stand someone close to me being upset with me and not knowing why. If you want me to leave, I will. I won't say another word, but I just want to know why. I just want honesty, transparency. That's always mattered to me more than everything." Bucky monologued.

You bit your lip, the guilt overwashing you.

"No, Bucky, you did nothing wrong. It's me. I'm in the wrong. I've been struggling lately. It's not your fault. I'm just scared. You're a great guy and I'm just worried I'll scare you away."

BUcky scoffed,

"Worse than being the Winter Soldier?" He countered.

You looked down at your drink.

"Well, when you put it that way." You said embarrassed. Of course, he had it worse, but why burden him?

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me, please. I promise I won't run.I ain't the type." Bucky pleaded.

You sighed. May as well just blurt it out.

"I'm a gay man. I might be close to like-liking you," you said, not meeting his eyes.

Bucky gave a small chuckle.

"That's it? I kind of clocked it because so am I." he said wryly.

"You know that people like us have existed for thousands of years, right? Did you think that just because I'm from the 40s that I wouldn't understand? No. Some of us are more understanding than you think. People always wondered about Steve and I and the answer is yes - yes we were before you ask. "Bucky had a mischievous grin, almost excited to reveal his own secret.

"Steve and I lived in Red Hook. It was the gayest part of Brooklyn in the 40s. Gay men, transgender people and drag queens everywhere. Lots of bars to meet up and a few …other locations. You're fine." He enunciated.

You let out a laugh in relief.

"So that's what's been botherin you?" Bucky asked.

You let out a sheepish grin,

"Yeah, pretty much so. So um….would you want to see where something goes with me?" You asked taking the plunge.

"Hell yeah, I thought you'd never ask. Actually, I should have asked you, it's what I was known for, but being pursued is nice, too, so thanks for that." He said with a small smirk.

"If we become a thing, or even in our friendship, I want us to be more open with each other. I know that's hard with…my past, but I'm serious. I'll work on it, especially if you will." He turned serious.

You nodded.

"Absolutely".

End

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