Scar Face Marston

Genre - Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Case Fic, etc.

AU - If it's an AU, what kind? What role do each of the characters play? How is it different to their canon role?

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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.

(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.

You kissed his cheek before smiling warmly.