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ALL AUDIO CONVERSATIONS ARE FINISHED. There are only 5 missing and they are not posted because of breaking tumblr’s content rules.
(These are the racism towards Javier and Charles, Lenny’s pocket watch and the Bill/Kieran audio for violence.)
Every single newspaper, side mission journals, drawings, bounty hunting notices, letters and more have been posted.
I am currently working on transcripts for all the audio files.
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I've written what I call rapid fire hc's for Yelena before, but I wanted to try it with Bucky. All it is is random hcs that I came up with in a short period of time and shorter for ease of reading. Enjoy!
*Is lactose intolerant. He tends to ignore it and takes a Lactaid so he can eat ice cream. He used to ignore it as a child and ended up becoming sick, much to his mother’s annoyance. (Only in that she always told him to avoid it and he’d be too distracted by ice cream to care.)
*Had a fear of some large dogs when he was a teenager due to an incident with an escaped dog chasing him down for a few streets. He never told anyone about it as he didn’t want to be made fun of for it. As an adult, he still has the occasional moment where he’s unsure of a big dog, but he’s mostly outgrown it now, as he likes most dogs now.
*He considers himself a demisexual pansexual. He realized that a relationship built on trust and acceptance was something he craved after being the Winter Soldier. He didn’t realize it as a young man, as he did sleep around, but he was always respectful. However, he always felt a sense of emptiness afterward. As for his pansexuality, he took advantage of what Red Hook had to offer as well as his time with Steve.
He visited his grave out of morbid curiosity. He knew it would be chilling, but to actually stand in the presence of his empty grave made him nauseous. It hurt to imagine his mother, or his sisters, or even Steve visiting and mourning him.
*He bought the Barnes’ farm house in Indiana, where he used to spend his summers (with Steve later tagging along). His family was exuberant that a Barnes would save the homestead.
*Loves Drag Shows. He went to drag shows with Steve in the 40s and during the war, there were a lot of drag shows as well. He’ll watch his local stars to support local art and the LGBT+ community.
*He misses writing and receiving letters. Now he complains that he only receives bills and spam letters. However, Bucky will write sticky notes for his partner before moving to love letters.
*His favorite romantic activity (That doesn’t always have to be romantic) is cuddling. It’s his favorite way to relax. It makes him feel complete.
*He does not like living in D.C. It feels very sterile and too fast-paced, which is saying something since Brooklyn can be fast-paced. Brooklyn made him feel nostalgic with pangs of missing the life he had before, but it was still home to him. D.C. also gives him the memories of being the Winter Soldier and fighting Steve, so that gives him another strike against it.
*He gets massive headaches and occasional migraines from the brainwashing he endured and the traumatic brain injuries that came along with it.
I haven't written Yelena in a while so I thought I'd write a little exercise here. This link leads to my first set of rapid fire hcs. I've also written ones for Yelena x Reader rapid hcs.
Please feel free to send me Yelena requests!
*She much prefers riding her motorcycle to driving a car. She has a bad habit of weaving between cars if she feels like she has the room. She knows it's dangerous and that she shouldn't do it, but she still occasionally does it
*She loves candles. Natasha was a candle fiend, but it was like osmosis that Yelena fell in love with scented candles, too. The rest of the Thunderbolts start to like the occasional candle, but Yelena sometimes goes overboard, putting one in each room. “The men stink. Horribly. We need this.”
*Her favorite scent is coconut, followed by coffee.
*Yelena loves carnivals, fairs, theme parks, you name it. I’ve mentioned before she’d like to go to Universal Studios, but when it comes to the other options, she likes the carnival games. However, do NOT go up against her! She is extremely competitive. If she’s dating/best friends with someone, she won’t stop until she wins her partner/friend a prize or is pulled away.
*She knows it’s bad, but she likes fried food. She tries to eat it in moderation, but something like a good funnel cake or mozzarella sticks really hits the spot.
* Yelena loves snickerdoodle cookies. She ate them as a child, at bake sales, and when she could beg Melina to make them for her.
*She has no interest in meeting Steve. She doesn’t hate him. It’s not a Soviet “Anti-Captain America” thing. She only notices how Bucky is still hurting over Steve’s choices in Endgame.
*Her favorite take-out is Thai food.
*Loves to play games like Blackjack. Don't bet against her unless you're really sure you can win
*Has a secret apartment so she can get away from the “Avengers tower”. She likes her team, but sometimes, she needs to be alone. She highly suspects Bucky also has a secret apartment.
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this disability pride month i will humbly ask you to consider the disabled people who can barely leave their homes due to their disabilities, or maybe not leave them at all. i will ask you to consider those that have trouble with going out for any reason, or maybe simply can't. i fall into the former category and i know many fall into the latter; we are both very much forgotten, especially those who can't leave at all. i ask you to consider us in your discussions and posts. happy disability pride :)
If the only thing that has kept you going was outliving Mitch McConnell, imma need yall to pick a new person to outlive and fast. Your mission is not over.
I was scrolling through the abigail x reader tags and saw that your requests are open for short hcs! I've been reading your works for a few weeks now and love how you interpret and write Abigail. There's a shortage of Abigail FICS and you're filling that hole so beautifully!
Could you write hc's for an abnormally tall fem/gn reader? Like around 6'4" or whatever that is in metric system? (unfortunately, I'm from the land of "freedom")
Like how Abigail would react or like think of when she first met reader? I'd imagine it would be a bit of a surprise to see someone so tall, especially if they're fem.
Anyways, thank you for your time!!
Thank you so much for the kind words! Taking the time like that makes writing just that much more meaningful.
Abigail x Tall F!Reader!
I admit I struggled with this one because I didn’t know how you wanted this female reader to present. I didn’t know how feminine vs gender neutral vs masculine in energy she was - all that are valid, but can vary a bit on how society or the female reader would want to be treated. Does that make sense?
*Honestly, I think Abigail would try to treat her like any other person. She knows what it’s like to feel excluded and under the microscope - not to the extent that f!reader would be with her height, but in her own small way with being a former sex worker and the way she’s treated by the gang.
*Now, that’s not to say she wouldn’t be impressed! I see her having to stop herself from whistling, as in “Whistle Wow!” type of thing. Luckily, no one is making basketball jokes because while the sport was invented in 1891, women weren’t playing the sport.
* Abigail is actually tall herself for a woman - at least, in rdr 2. Rdr 1 shows her as pretty short, but that’s because of different performance actresses. Rdr 2 Abigail appears to be about 5’8 - 5’9 - by my eyes. She never appears that much shorter than John, imo.
*Abigail may find it amusing to see how some of the less secure gang members get jealous of her height, BUT the minute someone tries to harass the reader, she’s ready to tear them a new one.
* She bets that finding clothing might be frustrating if the reader prefers dresses, so she’d be willing to help find flattering fabric to make a decent dress. (Abigail is a very skilled sewer.) If the reader prefers to wear more masculine clothing, Abigail would still be happy to help. She may not have any money to spend on clothing, but she knows what looks flattering.
* She’s always encouraging the reader to eat. She knows that being taller means needing more calories so she’s always trying to either pawn off some of her stew, find apples or other fruit, or any other provisions she can find. If Abigail and the reader move in together somewhere, you bet Abigail is budgeting to make sure the reader has more to eat!
* She’ll definitely steal reader’s jackets. If the reader isn’t cold, Abigail wears it like a housecoat over her nightclothes.
* Jack loves for the reader to pick him up and swing him around or to ride on her shoulders.
* Abigail is tall and rarely needs help reaching for things or carrying things, but she will definitely look for the reader and have a sheepish smile when asking for help.
* The reader likely rides a larger horse. Abigail loves riding with the reader as it keeps her horse calm, but she also loves riding on the same horse as the reader…..even though it is more difficult for her.
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i feel like a lot of fandoms pride themselves on being gayer than the source material but have they considered being less racist and less misogynistic than the source material as well . could be revolutionary
(Anddddd Bucky kind of comes out as ace, too? I Hc him as Demisexual, which is on the ace spectrum, but feel free to hc differently!) Here are more ace headcanons here!
Sam introduced the two of you, and you struck up a slow friendship. He wasn’t the easiest man to get to know, but you knew there was more to him than he let on. Soon, that trust and friendship turned into something more, and now, you were quite pleased to say that James Buchanan Barnes was your partner.
The day had come for you to explain your ace identity. The subject would come up at some point, but you decided to get it over with.
"The Talk" with Bucky went better than you ever hoped for. Would a man like Bucky Barnes be able to truly understand you, your identity, and your needs? It turned out he could in a lot of ways.
At first, Bucky appeared hurt - but not for the reason you thought. He thought you heard the rumors about him before the war and was worried you'd think he was only interested in sex.
"I may have been a bit of a flirt and a ladies' man, but I wasn't sleeping with every person I saw, you know. People had this expectation and view that I'm out to have sex with everything that moves. I wasn't. I took gals out." Bucky paused,
"...And a few men , we made out or necked. A few I slept with , but I was always clear in what my expectations were. I never promised to be someone's best guy if I didn't mean it. I wasn't a playboy like Stark," Bucky huffed.
"I'm sorry, it's somethin' from the old days that used to bother me, and I guess it still does. It's not who I was then and it's not how I am now. Even if I did sleep around, why does that matter? I'm sorry. This is about you, I suppose I just wanted to say that I'm not some sex fiend that wants you for your body. I want you for you. I didn't grow to trust a body, I grew to trust a person."
You couldn't help but embrace him, which he firmly returned. You could tell something else was on his mind. You squeezed him in reassurance. He sighed.
"And now, well, now it's not something I want. All these hook up apps, that seems to be the only way to meet people and it just doesn't feel right. I mean, they're strangers! If someone wants to do that, that's their business and more power to them, but for me? I can't do it. I just can't. I have too many trust issues and any time I've thought of sex, there's no spark. I don't feel anything."
Bucky paused once again.
"Maybe I'm just like you? Or at least a little bit?" Bucky asked.
"You can be whatever and whoever you want, Bucky. That's the beauty of today. You don't have to hide anymore no matter the gender of who you love or how you love them. But I have to say, two ace people finding each other, imagine that. I can't think of a better relationship", you sighed, relieved. Bucky laughed softly.
"I suppose that does take some pressure off of me. It makes me feel ….different, but I suppose I am pretty different. I'm a 100 year old former assassin, for God's sake."
"I've always felt different, too. I always felt I was broken, or messed up or like I was too much of a prude. Everytime I told someone, they left me. It's been hard to let people in. I was so anxious to tell you. I'm so lucky to have you in my life, I didn't want to risk losing you, but I have to be myself, too." You explained. Bucky held you close.
"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else. It's hell to live a lie. I think Steve was similar to you in a lot of ways when it comes to this sort of thing. I supported him and I sure am going to support you, too. But you're not messed up, or broken. To hell with those who made you feel that way. I'm sorry. However, you have me now, for what that's worth, Y/N." Bucky muttered.
some of you weren’t around for the fan fiction dot net purge of 2002 (when they banned explicit content and mass-deleted thousands of fics) and the livejournal purge of 2007 (when they deleted hundreds of blogs, disproportionately targeting queer & kink content) and it shows
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Hey! I saw your post asking for Bucky requests so I have one:
I was thinking maybe a Bucky x Gender Neutral Reader where he asks his partner to shave his face and trim his hair for him? Nothing smutty or anything, just some nice fluff of Bucky being taken care of and treated gently by the person he loves 💜 thank you in advanced!!!!
Sorry this is so late, but I FINALLY did it. There is a reference to make up in the post, but I firmly believe that's a gender neutral thing.
You shut the door to the apartment, placing the keys in the key basket.
"Darling? I'm home. Are you here?" You called.
"Yeah, in here," Bucky called back. You took off your jacket, threw it on the couch, and followed his voice. There, you saw Bucky, his hands on the counter, gazing at himself in the mirror, looking contemplative.
Usually, you allowed Bucky to speak on his own time, but sometimes, you gently encouraged him to communicate his feelings.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked, slipping an arm around his waist, your head resting on his back.
Bucky let out the quietest of chuckles.
"Don't have any of those. Thoughts or pennies." He muttered. The air was thick with apprehension.
"Fine. I think it's time for a change. I'm tired of seeing him in the mirror. It's a constant reminder of those days and I'm tired of it. I know everyone wants me to move on. It's easier on them than having this…half human cyborg old man people think is on the verge of snapping."
You squeezed him tight.
"You're not a half-human cyborg. Yes, you're old, but you're still human. And one of the strongest men I know." You sushed him.
Bucky grunted in response before turning to face you.
"I think it's time I cleaned up a bit. I won't ever be the old me. That man doesn't exist. He died in '45. That's who people want me to be, but it's not going to happen. I don't want to look exactly like tht. It feels like I'm being mocked. Maybe….something similar with a modern twist. I don't know. I used to know what suited me. I don't anymore." He sighed.
"Maybe I can help? I've cut my hair a few times and I know how to shave if you want that as well."
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
'You'd do that for me? Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't, handsome. This is only if you want it, though. Don't do it for me, or for Steve or to make others feel a certain way."
"Right, I know. That's what I was saying…But I think I'm ready." Bucky confirmed, giving your hand a squeeze. You nodded as the both of you gathered the supplies needed in the bathroom.
You pulled a dining room chair in, set a washbasin to create a makeshift workstation, and grabbed hair supplies. Bucky gathered towels and shaving supplies before pulling out a small grooming kit. He smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, I bought it myself. I've been trying to psyche myself up for a while, but I just haven't been able to do it." he shrugged.
"Stop worrying and come sit down. Relax. Everything will be okay. You're in control, Bucky. It's 100% you. If you only want a few centimeters off or even decide to change your mind, you can do that. This is your choice." You stressed.
"I know. Thank you." he muttered quietly as he sat down.
"So, shaving first or hair?" you asked as Bucky took a seat, resting his head back.
"Hm, I'm thinking a shave," he answered
"A trim?" you asked
"No, a full shave." he clarified.
You paused.
"Are you sure?" you asked.
"Yes. Absolutely. It will grow back in a few days if I hate it." he confirmed/
You nodded.
"Of course. That should actually make things a little easier.. I'm a raid I don't have those long razors that open up on a hinge."
"Well, no. I wouldn't expect you to," he laughed.
"This isn't 1850 either. But, hey, even if you did, I'd trust you with a knife against my throat anyway!" He said with a lopsided grin.
"True. Now, let me pamper you." You said playfully, patting his cheek. You turned on the warm water, wetting his face before placing shaving gel on his lower face and jaw and gently rubbing the product in as it sudded up. You smiled at Bucky as you leaned over and pecked his forehead.
"You ready, big guy?" You murmured.
"Baby, we're doing a haircut and a shave, not about to jump out of a window in a burning building," Bucky said, rolling his eyes.
You held up your hands in defense.
"Alright, alright, just making sure!" you said as you gently began to shave, going methodically slow, careful not to nick Bucky. It was far easier than you thought it would be. It was no different than shaving in most other places…well, except for a nick, it could be more serious here, but who's asking?
The actual shaving took little time. You admired your handy work. The shave took years off of Bucky's appearance. You grinned as you rinsed Bucky's chin and neck.
"Looking good, handsome! Not that you didn't look handsome before," You amended.
"Now, your hair. I'll wash it first but for the cutting? That shouldn't take too long, but I want to be careful, " you said.
You started to hum absent-mindedly as you set to work. Bucky closed his eyes in bliss as you shampooed his hair, massaging the soap into it. Bucky grinned, sighing happily.
"You have magic fingers," he murmured with a happy groan. You spent extra time massaging his head, knowing that Bucky had frequent headaches. However, cutting his hair took longer than you expected, but Bucky was still. You checked on Bucky every few minutes before hearing Bucky sigh in annoyance.
"I'm fine! Just keep working!" Bucky finally chastised.
You smiled to yourself,
"Just checking, darling. I'll stop," you replied, quietly returning once more. Soon, you stopped, proud of your work. You withheld a gasp as you reached for the hair dryer. Bucky was always beautiful to you, regardless of his appearance, but this haircut was a different sort of beauty. You had studied the fashion, hair, and makeup of the 40s once you started to date him to plan a potential date night with materials from the era. That, and you had seen a few photos of Bucky's time before and during the war.
While he did not look identical to his time in the 1940s, there was still an element of the 1940s with a touch of modernity. Truth be told, you were quite proud of yourself. You couldn't wait to see how Bucky styled it.
Bucky's eyes widened as he saw your smile.
"Alirght, let me see, let me see, " he said, sitting up. He stared at his reflection, his expression blank, before he narrowed his eyes, the silence filling the room. You swallowed your anxiety.
Bucky ran his fingers through his hair before flitting his eyes to yours.
"It……..looks good." He finally answered. That didn't seem optimistic.
"I messed up, didn't I?" You said, trying to keep the defeat out of your voice.
"No. You didn't." He answered sharply before softening his features.
"It's just different, is all. I haven't seen me look like this since the early 90s when I was expected to complete an assassination undercover." he explained.
You couldn't bring yourself to say anything except 'Oh.'
"But it still looks like my former self. It was risky for Hydra to do really, considering this is bringing back memories. Turns out, Hydra couldn't shut everything out."
"I'm sorry." You began.
"I promise you, I'm fine. I won't break. I told you that earlier, didn't I? No. I'm just surprised is all because I do see bits of who I was before, but it's still different enough that I'm not identical." Bucky explained. Bucky sighed before taking your chin into his hands.
"Don't worry about me. You did a wonderful job." He murmured as he kissed you gently.
"Besides, I saw your expression when you finished. Clearly you liked it, which makes it all worth it…and no, you're not making me be someone I don't want to be. You accept me as I am and that's the difference." He enunciated.
He got up, brushing the hair off of him.
"Uh, I'll get a broom. I insist." He offered. He grinned at you, making you lose your breath.
"Let's get dinner out. You can show me off." he winked.
"Sounds like a plan." You said, returning his grin.
