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[onceuponastory]

Writing Sam Wilson

With the rampant racism going on in the Sam and Sambucky tags on a daily basis, I thought I’d put together a list of resources that people can tap into when writing Sam. Because idk if maybe y'all don't know any better but it's it getting so exhausting seeing your favorite character constantly mistreated or seeing hate crimes in his tag all day.

And listen as a white person myself, I HIGHLY recommend that you go through the stereotypes and tropes carefully and with a mindset of learning. I also highly recommend that if you get offended, defensive, or irritated about anything you read here, you inspect that. And if your first reaction is to double down and argue, inspect that too.

Addressing our biases is uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as some of you have made people in this fandom with the way you treat Black characters and fans.

Do better.

Stereotypes & Tropes

The link in the heading above is a guide to quite a few harmful stereotypes and tropes to be mindful of when writing characters of color by writingwithcolor. I highly recommend you read through their content.

Below is a list of things we see most often in the Sam and Sambucky tags as well as links from sources talking about similar situations in other spaces:

Infantilization of white characters (At PoC’s expense): Bucky being framed as a helpless child who can't think for himself and that always being Sam's problem.

Black Man, Protecting his Traumatized White Wife: Sam always comforting and being concerned about Bucky when the comfort and care is never reciprocal, and when 'caretaker' Sam's only role/purpose in the story.

Writing a Comedic Black Character: Sam being over-the-top funny and saying things that are wildly out of character. Those incorrect quotes that frame him as joking but he's really mean and hateful, sometimes even violent, toward Bucky? Yeah.

Sam being sexually aggressive: why do people insist that Sam is the top in the relationship? That he's a dom, that he's rough in bed. There's absolutely nothing wrong with top!sam, but insisting that he's no-doubt aggressive and dominant in bed? Nah. Same goes for hyper sexualization.

Size Difference: Describing or drawing Sam as bigger or taller than his white partner when canon clearly depicts otherwise.

Villainizing Black Characters/Actors: Sam is always wrong, Sam is unfair, Sam is a bully, Sam is violent. Mackie is a misogynist. Mackie is homophobic etc.

Writingwithcolor also has this search engine that finds anything on their blog.

Resources for writing Sam as a well rounded character:

A lot of the time Sam is written without any depth or nuance. In many fics, he only exists to prop the white dude up. Very rarely is he written as the caring, badass, heartthrob that he really is. Be mindful of Sam's role in your story, is he always chasing Bucky's affection, are you using Sam as a reader insert to lust after Bucky? Do you diminish/ignore Sam's skills and knowledge to make the white dude look good/smart? Do you consider his trauma and mental struggles as well when you write about Bucky's and how Bucky leans on him for support? Remember Sam's POV does not equal a Sam-centric story.

Below are a bunch of links on how cool Sam really is to help you shape his character in your stories:

From the 2019 samwilsonbirthdaybang:

MCU Wiki (link updated by me since Sam is now Cap) Marvel Wiki A folder full of Sam meta Complete Badass (reblog) NCO (non-commissioned officer) and why

Sam Wilson Meta: A Timeline

Sam Wilson's USAF Rank

Sam Wilson is a US Special Forces Pararescueman, and a PTSD counselor. 

Sam's role at the VA was a peer counselor, not a therapist. here's the difference.

A compilation of Sam Wilson’s personality traits

Sam's PTSD

Sam's age & Riley's death

More badass Sam Wilson

Resources for drawing/coloring Sam:

Here's a hint: he's not beige or grey. Too often do we see art of someone who is supposed to be Sam but he's one shade darker than the white dude. These posts go into detail with some great advise:

Creating Black Characters

Whitewashing & Colorism

Coloring gifs of poc

Y'all can't draw or color Black ppl to save your lives.

Color picking

Color theory & darker skin

Some examples of whitewashing skin tone: this, this, this, this and this. Loads more examples on whyaretheywhite!

Here's a visual:

see where this dude's skin tone is on the color picker:

compared to Mackie's skin tone?:

Look at the difference between those two shades! Remember whitewashing doesn't only refer to the lightening of skin, it also includes drawing Black characters with European facial features, and not incorporating the appropriate hair texture etc.

Additional resources & reading:

How to write fic for Black characters: a guide for non-Black fans

Colourblindness

White Authors and Topics to Avoid/Tread Carefully

Physical Descriptions:

Dark skin reactions to cold weather Skin color changes due to health Describing skin tone Skin tone & food comparisons: it's weird. stop it.

Dehumanizinig Sam

Antiblackness in it's many forms

It's not preference, it's racism.

Antiblackness: Even more examples

It's not shipwars, surprise, it's also racism.

More Stereotypes

Interracial Relationships

For now that's it. I might add useful articles I come across to this post as time goes on. Please also add your own resources but fuckery will be blocked.

These resources are by no means exhaustive, they are just what i have used as references throughout the years. You will do yourself (and a multitude of Sam fans) a massive favor by being introspective about your role in this fandom and how it affects Black fans and other fans of Sam Wilson. Go and read the rest of the articles/posts on these blogs and apply the context to the Sam and Sambucky fandoms, the similarities are stark.

xoxo, a tired Sam fan who just wants to see him loved and respected.

[onceuponastory]

Thunderbolts/New Avengers Bucky it is! Will finish it up and hopefully post it this week ❤️

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

not me forgetting to say Thunderbolts/New Avengers Bucky is x Photographer Reader

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

Okay, so I've been working on two separate one shots (neither is finished yet) and I wanted to ask:

also, the Thunderbolts...or at least, a character or two from the movie will appear in the bandit fic too 👀

[onceuponastory]

Oh same, Seb/Bucky's smile is just... 🤤❤️

And yes, the ending!! but reader's gonna be fiiiine 👀

Thank you for reading and commenting, Jo! ❤️

nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

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nothing - bucky barnes x reader

In all this mayhem, you've made me feel again But some of me won't be saved - spell it out by you me at six

Plot: As the Void grips New York, Y/N saves a civilian in need...only to be saved herself by the one person she wasn't expecting. Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, a near death experience, thinking you're going to die. Also mentions of mild injuries and bruising, crowd panic and surges. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: When I tell you I've had this fic in mind since I saw the first teaser trailer for Thunderbolts* and I'm just now getting round to finishing it.... LMAO. My first fic in a LONG TIME. I hope you love it <3

Y/N had never given much thought to how she’d die. How it would happen, when it would happen, or even what’s on the other side. However, she certainly didn't expect it to happen at this precise moment. 

The day had started off like any other, with her usual routine of working from home in her apartment, then heading to her local coffee shop for a mid morning treat. Instead, as soon as she stepped outside, she found herself in a nightmare. People run in every direction, full of panic, screaming and crying. “What the hell is going on?” She asks no one in particular. But she soon gets her answer. The building opposite her crumbles around them, sending dust and debris everywhere, narrowly avoiding hitting her. It’s chaos. The crowd surges, people pushing and shoving past her as they desperately flee and escape the danger. She looks around, terrified, looking for something or someone to explain what the hell is causing this. But nothing comes. For a second, she goes to join them, stumbling wildly through the streets, dodging debris and other bodies. And then….

“Help! Someone help!” The desperate plea brings her to a stop, and she follows the voice, seeing a sight that chills her blood. A woman lays trapped in the middle of the road, and an out-of-control van hurtles towards her.

Y/N’s adrenaline kicks in immediately, and without a second thought, she rushes over, helping the woman to her feet. “You’re okay. You’re safe, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She gasps, pulling her up and passing her off to the side.

But then, the horrible realisation hits her. Like being doused in a bucket of cold water, the dread seeps through her.

Who’s going to help her?

The van is close now, tires screeching as it barrels down on her. There’s nothing she can do. Even if she tries to jump, it’ll hit her, regardless. She just stands there, paralysed with fear, her heart pounding against her ribcage as all the noise and panic around her fades into nothing. And Y/N slowly comes to terms with her fate.

It’s not like it is in the movies, with a flashback of your entire life until now. Or with regrets of all the things you left unsaid, or didn’t do.

Instead, there’s just…nothing. And that scares her most of all.

As she braces herself for impact, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blurred figure passes in front of her. Then a metallic thud breaks through the silence, one that reverberates through her body. A whoosh of air passes over her, the sheer force of it knocking her to the ground. When she next opens her eyes, she’s laying on the ground. She tries to sit up, groaning in pain as she registers gravel and debris cutting into her bare skin. Her vision is blurry, her head pounds and her limbs are heavy, but she’s…alive?

As she looks around, her eyes trying to focus on her bearings, a black and gold glint of metal reaches out to her through the haze.

Is that…an arm?

“You alright?” A voice asks. And then a face appears, worry etched on his features.

“Bucky Barnes?” She gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening. “A-Am I fucking dreaming? Is this heaven?” He chuckles in response, but thankfully not one to mock her. The sound is warm, gentle, bringing a sense of peace and safety after whatever the hell just happened to her.

“Nah. Thankfully, you’re still breathing. I pulled you out of the way, and the impact must’ve knocked you over,” he explains, relief filling her body. “I got the van out of the way, so-” She’s shocked by the calmness in his voice, a stark contrast to the gravity of what he did. He talks about it like it’s as simple as making the bed, not stopping an over hundred tonne vehicle barrelling towards her with just his arm, not saving her life. Her heart pounds, and she stares up at him, eyes wide with shock and gratitude.

She’s seen Bucky on TV, of course. So has most of the country. Whether it’s showing him saving the world by fighting alongside two Captain Americas, or by running for Congress, the small screen loves James Buchanan Barnes.

Or maybe that’s just her constantly having his interviews on repeat, his voice playing on a loop through her apartment. But who could blame her for falling for him? With his captivating charm, his warm smile, his kind eyes, and how he always stands up for the little guy, the downtrodden? And now, he’s standing beside her, his hair tousled, his clothes dirty and torn after saving her life. He’s somehow even more attractive in real life than he is on TV. And that was a remarkably high bar, all things considered.

“You saved me…you’re a real hero.” she murmurs, still in awe and still convinced she’s dreaming. “Like some knight in shining armour in a storybook shit. Sir Barnes.” She chuckles, gazing dreamily up at him as he kneels beside her to see if she’s alright. Bucky raises a brow, confusion filling his gaze.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I swear I’m telling you the truth!” She responds, her voice raised. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit of a nerd, but you saved my by punching a fucking van out of my path and expect me not to call you a hero?” Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he begins checking her over. His fingers lightly and gently run over her skin, and she shivers slightly as the cool metal brushes against her.

“People haven’t called me a hero in a long time,” he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “And definitely not a knight.” Her heart sinks, and she shakes her head. 

“Well, in my eyes, what happened to you was never your fault.” she says, giving his hand a small squeeze without even thinking about it. “And…you are a hero to me.” she insists. And then, he smiles at her. Really smiles at her. A big, genuine smile that goes right to his eyes and makes her go all weak at the knees and creates a warmth blooming in her chest, like the sweetest moment in a romance movie that makes you squeal from cuteness as you watch it. Y/N thought moments like this never happened to her.

But laying here, in the middle of the street, being checked over by James Buchanan Barnes himself...Y/N realised maybe her life is more like a movie than she thought.

“Thanks, my fair maiden.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling, which sends her swooning all over again. “And your name is?”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He nods, sending another smile her way.

As Bucky continues to check her over, Y/N finds herself extremely glad she had the foresight to wear something she feels cute in today. And oh god, she could’ve died. Why is she thinking about how incredibly attractive her rescuer is, his dazzling smile, and the way he looks at her? Even though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping Bucky would want to see her after this.

To check she’s healing well, of course...definitely for no other reason.... But the thought of seeing Bucky again makes her smile.

Y/N nervously chatters about herself and Bucky, hoping to distract him from her obvious, romantic gaze, and to distract herself from thinking about him too much. Everything from her own life and her job to Bucky’s work as an Avenger and in Congress.

“You’re a very talkative patient.” Bucky remarks as he looks at a developing bruise on her leg.

“How many patients have you had?” She raises a brow.

“...Just you,” he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that still sends shivers down her spine.

“Sorry if I’m annoying you.” She stammers. “It’s just with all this scary shit going on, I wanted to change the subject, and it’s not every day a real life superhero-”

“Y/N. "It's fine," he insists gently, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. “I don’t mind. I enjoy getting to know you.” Heat spreads across her cheeks, and she grins. “You’ll be fine. You’re just bruised.” Bucky nods. To be honest, she’s not sure she takes much, or any, of his words in. The realisation that he genuinely likes her, even her rambling, leaves her breathless and slightly dazed. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” She murmurs.

“That's to be expected. I’d still go to the hospital and get checked out.” Bucky nods, helping her to her feet.

“Thank you so much for everything. You really-” But then, she notices him staring behind her, up in the sky.

“What the hell?”

She turns. A figure cloaked in all black hangs in the air, a stark, ominous presence against the skyline. His dark cape billows dramatically behind him as he tilts his head, as if noticing her presence. “Who the-”

“Y/N! Look out!”

The figure raises his hand, pointing right at her.

And then…nothing.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

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okay so bandit!bucky is coming.....BUT instead I got sidetracked by a thunderbolts fic so that's coming first

[onceuponastory]

also totally unrelated but i met seb last year and he's genuinely SO lovely

I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

[onceuponastory]

also should say, this isn't connected to my Robin Hood au, it's more like Westley from the Princess Bride

I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

[onceuponastory]

I know I haven't used this blog in like a year but.........would anyone like some bandit!Bucky?

[onceuponastory]

hii! i love ur work,, can i request an autistic!bucky fluff fic? 🥹 i hope ur having a good day! <3

hi anon! thank you so much! I hope you're having a good day too! unfortunately, I'm not taking fic requests at the moment, just because i have a lot of wips i wanna finish up first. that's not to say i won't write it in the future though, just not right now. sorry! 💕

anyone else have a similar fic or wanna take the request for anon?