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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, feels, sm/ut, dirt y-talk

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Sixteen

HEADLINES:

Oh, Oh, Looks Like Sharon Carter and Brock Rumlow Are Building HYDRA For Themselves. All Eyes Are On Them.

EXCLUSIVE! Pictures From The ITIMYIMDO Filming Wrap Up After Party. You Will Not Believe Who This Actor Was Found Kissing!

Author Y/N Shares Pictures From Vacation. Ma’am Where Are The Shirtless Beach Pictures Of Bucky Barnes? Can We Peek Inside Your Phone? Pretty Please?

Steve Rogers Shares Pictures With His Dog And We Cannot Help But Melt. Eight Times Our Favourite Blonde Man Gave Us Puppy Vibes. (Yes Even All Sweatered Up As Ransom Drysdale)

Loki Laufeyson Spotted Returning To The Stage For Shakespeare. Shows Sell Out For First Month.

Natasha Romanoff Shares Trailer For ITIMYIMDO Release Date Announced!

Top Ten Moments From The Book We Wish Are In The Movie

Six Months Later

“Everybody please put your hands together for the Dark Prince of Hollywood,” Erik introduces to an elated crowd, “Bucky Barnes!”

The band plays a beat as the curtains part revealing a grinning Bucky. He waves at the crowd making his way to the familiar couch. Erik and he shake hands and share a hug. The crowd still cheers and they watch as Bucky smiles, cheeks flushed at their admiration.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says to the crowd sending them flying kisses.

Erik gestures for him to sit and the crowd to calm down. Once things settle down the two men grin at each other.

“So good to have you back on the show. How have you been my friend?” Erik smiles.

“Always happy to see you man, I’ve been good, getting by.” Bucky shifts a little in his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“We recently saw you were on vacation,” Erik gestures to the screen displaying the picture of Bucky at the beach and shirtless.

The crowd hoots and hollers, the crimson on his cheeks deepens.

“He’s a taken man you people!” Erik feigns chastising the audience.

Bucky chuckles, “My girl actually took most of the pictures.”

“Tell us about her, we want to know how it feels for an avid reader as you to date an author?”

Bucky takes a deep breath considering his words, his nervous gestures of fiddling his glove clad fingertips manifests.

“She is listening, you know,” Erik teases to ease some of the nervousness.

“I know, but the thing is I don’t know what to tell you because there is so much I adore about Y/N. Not just her skill as a writer.” Bucky explains, “We’re quite private and what we share online is just a little glimpse. A glimpse we control to protect ourselves and close friends.”

“I see, how was the experience filming with Steve Rogers again? I know you did a cameo in his movie. So is it all water under the bridge?” Erik raises his eyebrows and the crowd ‘oohs’.

“We’ve worked to revive our friendship, it’s good to have each other back. I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once; was one of the best experiences filming for me. I got to work with incredible people and amazing friends.” Bucky smiles in fond memory.

“That is sweet, how was it working with Y/N? How did you go about it, an experienced actor like yourself and her debut?” Erik watches Bucky carefully for any tidbit of information.

“It goes as any film goes with experienced actors and ones who have a debut. I was once a newbie surrounded by seasoned and far skilled actors. I’m immensely proud of how hard she worked to hone her skills. She wasn’t willing to take the role, but the team behind the movie and the test audience couldn’t see anyone else play the lead.” Bucky explains, he licks his lips before continuing,

“She almost gave up, doubting herself, hell even I doubted myself when I took on this role and so many others. She rose to the challenge as she always does. I have yet to see the final cut of the movie but when I watched her scenes with others and even scenes with myself? She took my breath away.” He smiles.

“On that note, you take a deep breath, Bucky. Everyone put your hands together, may I call upon Y/N Y/L/N, author, executive producer and now actor.” Erik stands gesturing with his hands to the parting curtains as you stand there smiling.

Waving at the crowd you make your way to the centre stage. Bucky steps down reaching to you after Erik greets you with a handshake.

You take Bucky’s hand as he helps you up the step, his hand on your lower back, a grounding gesture. You smile up at him, squeezing his hand.

When you both sit down on the couch your hands are intertwined, he brushes his thumb over your quill tattoo. The two of you part hands.

“Oh no you lovebirds keep holding hands we don’t mind.” Erik grins, you smile at him. The nerves that are eating away at you on the inside stay at bay.

“My first question to you, Y/N. How much media training did you get?”

You chuckle out of nervousness, “Um, quite a bit but it was mostly to speak more rather than keep quiet.”

“It's funny. I got the same lesson.” Bucky adds with a laugh.

“Well you both are damn reclusive and secretive.” Erik declares and the crowd agrees.

“I mean we value our privacy, after the very public ordeal anyone would want that for themselves.” You defend politely.

“True, true. Now what was it like being in front of the camera rather than your favourite device for writing?”

“For one, I couldn’t wear my most comfy hoodie and curl up with my laptop. It was different, difficult but overall a memorable experience. I have newfound respect for actors and the crew that backs them.” You look down at your palms, “I remember one night all of us were hanging out at the hotel, playing UNO. Kate and I were still playing and the guys were off to one corner with Nat. The next day we went in and they did the sweetest thing for the crew, food trucks and other things. It was so very sweet. Our crew is one of the best. I knew them from when I was just an iexecutive producer. So it was nice seeing them rewarded.”

Bucky is about to add onto the topic when Erik cuts him off,

“What about minimum wage and the horrible working conditions? Given the regulations and now with the writer’s strike?”

“The crew working on our movie is paid more than the minimum, a good enough sum and timely payments. It’s contractural. The terms stated before signing on. Former SHIELD had the stipulation clause that the crew is paid first then the actors. The new house formed has the same rules applying.” Bucky recounts to Erik, “About the writer’s strike, indie production houses are agreeing to the terms and conditions from the writers, meeting them with everything required by them. It's the big corps searching for loopholes. As actors we support the writers.”

“The production houses that won bids for my book adaptations have new contracts given to them which stipulate they can only use the filming rights if the writers have their demands fulfilled. I’ve returned advances and dissolved the film rights with two houses that rejected my demands to help respect the writers. Other houses who do agree will get the filming rights.” You explain, Bucky nods. He was proud of you.

“What are you doing for your show writers Erik?” you ask the host.

“I’ve agreed to their terms.” He says, “Of course I’m on their side, you think my jokes would land without them?”

“That is good.” Bucky commends.

“How was it working with Bucky?” Erik smoothens over the little rudeness in his tone.

“Oh god,” You look towards your partner, “Nerve wracking. He is immensely talented. I think Nat has a whole roll of tape that is me just so blown away by James’ talent that I stare at him forgetting my lines.” You smile sheepish, Bucky laughs.

“Oh Nat doesn’t have it, I do.” He tells you.

“Yes and we got a little bit of the tape.” Erik grins.

You cover your face, “This is why I will not be acting ever again.”

“Aw, Feather.” Bucky pulls your hands away from your face just as the clips play.

The dialogues are the ones from the trailer so no spoilers are there. You’re just staring at him, obviously overcome with emotion. You want to look away but every time you’re lost in his talent. Bucky brings you out of it with tenderness.

“Oh and Bucky,” Erik grins mischievously, “Here you are getting absolutely floored by Y/N. Natasha gave us this one.”

Now you watch on with delight as a camera is trained on Bucky watching you act and him completely taken by you and your craft.

“It's the same look I have when I read her books.” He comments.

“It’s true I’ve seen it.” You agree.

The topic shifts back towards the movie and the story. A few more questions about what is next. The interview ends after reading a few thirst tweets for both of you.

Bucky and you both are left red faced.

“I can’t believe there are thirsty tweets about me.” You shake your head, getting out of your very expensive designer jacket and placing it on the hanger.

The bed calls you both, tiredness of the interviews back to back seeping into your bones.

Bucky pauses while taking off his shirt, “Feather, I’d write thirst sonnets about you.” He pulls you close, the dress underneath was with thin straps with sequins upon them. His lips trail along the strap and then the neckline over your breasts.

You feel your nipples pebble in response to his teasing.

“Bucky,” You breathe, your fingers carding through his now shorter hair, “I’m still mad at you for cutting them.”

Bucky nips at your collarbone, leaving his mark upon you. He trails his lips up your neck.

Shivers run down your spine, he hums appreciatively, when you tug on his hair for more of him, “It's long enough for you to hold onto, while my mouth devours my delicious pussy.”

You pull him closer, your lips brush against his, for a breath your lips stay apart and then his tongue peeks out, tracing your bottom lip.

Bucky presses his lips to yours the need to taste every bit of you overriding every rational thought.

Your curves decadent in his large hands, roaming over you.

“You feel perfect in my arms, fuck you’re beautiful Feather.” He praises and you keen as his hands make you sit on the table. Your legs spread apart to accommodate him.

In the haze of the kiss you tug at his hands, he gives them to you. Foreheads touching. You gently take his left palm between yours, slowly taking the glove off. Your lips press to his bionic palm.

Bucky closes his eyes focusing upon the feeling of your lips. No one ever showed his arm so much affection. Treating it as if it was normal. No difference between the flesh and metal.

You repeat the same with his flesh hand.

Then look up at him, “You’re perfect, James.”

He presses his lips to yours once again, hands moving to the straps tugging them downward.

The dress pools at your waist, pushed up as well to expose your thighs for him. Bucky bites his lip, hungry eyes raking over you.

“Fuck I’m the luckiest man alive.” He says sinking to his knees.

Nose brushing along your inner thighs. The scruff of his beard leaves a pleasing sting.

Bucky groans against your cunt as you tug him closer by pulling on his hair. He loved it, loved when you allowed him to please you.

His aching length calls for attention but the scent of you has his mouth water.

“Feather, I’m a starving man.” He warns, your panties pulled down your legs by his teeth. You take him in, eyes dark pools of lust. Shirt half off his shoulders, the scars he carries beautifully on display. Thin blue rims eager for a taste of you. Lips kiss bitten and shining because of your arousal upon them.

You moan, “You’re a fucking divine sight.”

Bucky wastes no time, lips latched around your clit sucking upon it. Your moans and pleas are music to his ears. The taste of you floods his tongue. He groans, tongue greedily demanding more from your sweet walls.

Two fingers curve inside you, while his tongue spells his name on your clit. Your lips part in a prayer of his name. Every fibre in your being tightening and then breaking, then being put back together for Bucky. At his mercy.

He smirks as your arousal floods his mouth, he laps at your folds, your thighs shake and attempt to close. He growls, throwing your right leg over his shoulder and pushing the left to keep his access to his pussy uninterrupted.

His scruff over your folds, his tongue teasing your entrance and his nose rubbing at your clit— you preen, words failing you, pleasure seizing you again.

Bucky pulls away in the slightest, cheeks flushed and chin glistening. None of your erotic fantasies come close to this sight. Not one word you could ever write would do justice to the way this man, you man worships you.

“Bed?” He questions, you nod. Your brain has yet not connected to your mouth, making him laugh.

You hit his chest with a breathless huff. You push at his shirt. He discards his pants somewhere across the floor.

Bucky carries you to the bed, settling between your legs, “I told you I’m starving and my cunt is fucking delicious.” He presses a kiss to your clit, just when you finally find a word to say to him.

It dies on your tongue, a mewl leaving from your throat instead.

Bucky moves his tongue against you in a way that has your hips lifting up from the bed, almost grinding over his mouth for more.

“My dirty little greedy girl.” He nibbles on your clit, your thighs shake, he only continues till you fall apart over and over satiating his hunger when he watches the mix of you and him, coating your inner thighs.

Bucky keeps thrusting into you, gathering his cum and rubbing it on your clit you shudder, sobbing in the overstimulated pleasure. Your nails leave crescents upon his shoulders down to his bicep.

“One more, I know you have one more in you my good fucking—,” he hisses as your walls clench around him, “Greedy girl doesn’t want to let me go is it?”

You feel the pleasure begin to spark across your body.

“It’s your cock baby, take all that you need, milk me all you want. I’m all yours,” Bucky’s mouth descends upon your pebbled nipple, your back arches and his cock meets the spot that has you cum undone for him.

Bucky watches as you still float in the pleasure, his soft kisses over your face, neck and chest ground you to him. You whine when he pulls out, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Just two minutes Feather, need to clean you up.” He promises, covering you with the blanket.

The little sleepy haze is broken when you feel the warm cloth cleaning your thighs.

Your eyes move over his naked form, god he’s perfect, and so damn handsome.

“Why, thank you.” He chuckles, eyes crinkling.

Prettiest smile, you never want it to fade.

“Never will fade as long as I have you in my life.” Bucky kisses your nose, “Yes you’re talking out loud and yes, you’re possibly fucked out. I’m proud.” He helps you sit up and drink some water before he pulls you close to snuggle.

Am I speaking out loud?

You hear his beautiful laugh, reaching up to trace his beautiful face with your palms.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, voice slightly hoarse.

“I love you.” He replies, drawing you closer to his warmth.

“I can't believe you’re the blanket thief.” You comment after a moment.

Bucky loved to cuddle, so much so he hogged the blankets most of the time.

“It’s a trick to have you not move away from me in the middle of the night.” He grins, tapping his temple.

“Smart man, though your grip on me is enough. Plus you’re warm so I wouldn’t move away.” You let him know.

“Absolutely not true this one time you did move away from me.” He recounts the first week.

“I was sweaty!” You defend.

“So was I.”

“Bucky—,”

“Feather—,”

“Well I don’t move away now do I?” You raise a brow and he nods.

“Water under the bridge.” He nods, “Now go to bed or Yelena will kill me for keeping you up.”

“She’s going to kill you anyways for the lovebites and then our make-up artist will.” You giggle.

“You will be on trial for the same thing.” Bucky shrugs, “I mean people wanna talk they will talk. Unless we give them something to talk about and do not speak about it at all.”

“What is on your mind?” You ask as he reaches for his phone.

Bucky grabs his phone and sets the camera to the square orientation. Making sure only the two of both your lips, your love bite clad neck and his love bite clad chest are seen he takes the picture and throws a black and white filter upon it.

And shares it on his stories. You look at him in disbelief. It hardly takes ten minutes before you see the silent notifications roll in and Bucky deletes the story.

“Well we’re getting murdered.” You giggle as Sam’s face takes up Bucky’s screen. He silences the call and puts the phone aside.

“Sleepy time now.” He declares, kissing you deeply.

“I just pack a lot of colour correctors for them.” The make up artist, May sighs at the magazine interviewer covering the backstage process for the premiere.

“Why?” The interviewer questions.

May tilts your head so the gift Bucky left is visible. You blush deeply at the sharp intake of breath.

“This is after three rounds of icing.” She sighs, slathering more colour correctors to cancel the red tones.

“It isn’t that bad.” Bucky comments from his chair. May affixes him with a glare.

“At least she kept her bites in non visible areas.” May still glares at you too.

“You love us.” You pout at her batting your lashes.

“Don’t test that theory too much.” She begins blending.

—————-

You watch the live red carpet on the tv screen. Celebrities who were invited to walk the carpet of your movie. Your movie in so many ways than just one.

The dress for the night is a play on Doll’s blue dress, the one you own. Now reimagined into a gown with a split. That reached your thigh.

The neckline was off shoulder. The sleeves were full and it showed off your curves.

You stare at yourself in the mirror one more time. Nervousness pooling in your stomach. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Nor of Bucky or Natasha, Loki, Steve, Kate or anyone who worked upon the movie.

There is a knock on the door, it opens with Loki peeking inside. He was wearing his signature colours, a deep green suit with a yellow pocket square to represent his mother. You smile seeing the gesture.

“Hi.” He says, “Is it okay if I come in?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“You’re visibly nervous and that is completely okay. I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous. I threw up on my first co-star's shoes right before we walked the carpet.” Loki recounts with a laugh.

“Oh god,” Your hand goes to your queasy stomach.

“No, you won’t throw up on Bucky, or any of us for that matter. Y/N, tonight is the culmination of all of your hard work for getting your book out into the world. Tonight please try and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about the reviews, the comments or anything. Focus on your family alright? We’re all focused upon you.”

You pull Loki into a hug. He returns it with equal happiness. The two of you had become the best of friends as filming went on. Often pulling pranks on set which only Loki was famous for on any movie he did.

“You’re going to do wonderful.” He murmurs before pulling away from the hug, “I’ll see you inside okay?”

You nod, feeling much better. Another knock follows and it's Yelena telling you to head down to the entrance so the car can take Bucky and you to the premiere.

Steve helps your mom into the car she was going to walk the carpet with him. The two of them had bonded over the course of time as well. Her healing something within Steve and him absolutely adoring her and even calling her Ma on several occasions. She loved having a whole roster of kids she had adopted.

Her treatment was going well, the response was good. You all were hopeful of good news once the course of treatment would be up. The doctors themselves were confident at each check up.

Steve turns to you, running over and giving you a hug. Before running back to your mom and their vehicle heading out.

Hayden opens the door for you, you smile at him. Extremely happy that he would drive you to your biggest moment as well.

Bucky stands beside you, he had a meeting right before the premiere. Needing to be in the UK in the next two days to begin his next project.

“How was the meeting?” You ask once the two of you settle into the car.

“It was good, they have accommodated my request to travel back and forth. I know you can’t travel because your book is getting read and your mom’s treatments are on. I’m okay with travelling.” He shrugs, stroking your tattoo with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky to find you?” You ask him with a smile.

“You were a silhouette in the spotlight and I saw you. And only you saw me. That is all it took.” He smiles, kissing your cheek, “I don’t like how May covered up my marks.” He pouts cutely.

“I don’t either.” You press your lips to his quickly kissing his pout away.

The car stops, Bucky exits first, rounding the car to help you out. He fixes your dress, you fix the skewed lapel.

“Remember what I said to you?” He says over the crowd and the noise that awaits.

“That, I need to focus on you?” You ask, he nods.

“And also to be proud of yourself. This all is what you began all those years ago. Embrace the moment, don't let your nerves get to you. I’m right here but this is your night.” He kisses your forehead.

“Ready?” He offers his hand to you, you take it.

“Ready.”

Flashes so many flashes, you pose with everyone involved. Loki, Steve, Nat, Kate and you absolutely love this one picture of you all with your mom, enveloping her in a hug. Her at the centre feeling all of the love.

There is one picture of her patting your head. Another of her cupping Bucky’s cheeks. Another of her hugging Steve and patting his head.

You take pictures with so many fans, signing books and posters. The entire experience was so surreal. Taking it all in you feel your heart burst with love.

On carpet interviews questions, about the outfits, expectations for the movie. Any small bit of gossip, a whirlwind of faces, smiles and laughs.

Once you cross the threshold to the theatre you sigh. Bucky presses his lips to your temple.

“Do you want to drink something?” He murmurs, you nod.

You smile at him, he always knew to watch out for you. He kisses your temple again before he heads to the table lined with food and beverages.

A tap on your shoulder has you turn. A red haired woman stands there with a smile on her face.

“Um, hello…” you greet, not liking her proximity.

“Hi, I’m from TMZ. I wanted to ask you a few questions.” She explains.

“Oh, um the press docket isn’t until we get inside, you can ask—,”

“How does it feel to finally get what you want? I mean you did use your body for gaining all of this…” she gestures with her hand towards the event.

“Excuse me?” Your brows raised and baffled at the notion.

“Why are you surprised? First you’re associated with Steve Rogers then you conveniently get with Alexander Pierce and suddenly you have Bucky Barnes? Amidst that you falsify your clear consent as an assault by Alexander Pierce? Jeez, where is feminism with you?” She lists off and you can’t find the words to say anything to her.

“I didn’t know we got together?” Steve tilts his head walking towards you, “Also Alexander Pierce did assault her and take advantage of her. It has been proven in court. You can look up the trial to update yourself.”

“Also, Buck, remind me isn’t this MJ? The disgraced reporter? The one who was fired? What was it for?” Steve pretends to think.

“For invasion of privacy, the only reporter with the most restraining orders. Currently breaking the one she has placed upon her by Natasha and myself.” Bucky adds.

Steve nods towards someone on the side, two security personnel come in, grabbing her recording devices and making sure everything is deleted before escorting her out.

“This is always going to follow isn’t it?” You ask both of them.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, Steve doesn’t know how to tell you.

“It will, but at one point your achievements will outweigh it all. He will be a part of your history, that history in which you helped bring to light his crimes and helped victims fight him.” Natasha says, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t publish anything. She’s been a thorn in our side for years.”

“Thank you.” You hug her, “That helps not dwell on it too much.”

“Yeah I couldn’t have said it that way.” Steve agrees.

“Yes because you have all the stupid with you, punk.” Bucky teases him.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Jerk.”

“Last question to our author and lead,” All eyes turn to you.

You nod, grabbing the mic, “Sure.”

“There is a countdown on your author website, as of today it has changed to hours and right now it says two minutes. You haven’t explained anything.” He leaves it open ended.

You waste a few seconds contemplating the answer, “Oh that countdown was two fold actually, it is for the premiere and well, my next book. A steamy age gap romance with mafia vibes…” You grin as the fans sitting in the audience cheer.

“Do we have a name yet?” The reporter questions.

“We do but that will be announced in a month with the cover.” You grin as everyone groans.

“How spicy is the spice?” Another reporter questions, “I mean I was floored by the third book.”

“There might be a bit more than that one.” You tease, “You should ask James though, he’s read a snippet of the spice.”

Bucky visibly blushes, shifting in his seat.

“Lucky ass.” Steve whispers into the very functional mic.

Bucky runs a palm over his jaw, fixing you with a feigned glare, “I read the snippet and your favourite author and I didn’t leave her little study for a few hours.”

A chorus of ‘oohs’ rang out.

“What? We were editing!” He looks at the audience in feigned scandal, he turns to you, “You have spawned dirty minded people my little—,”

“James!” You cut him off.

“I wasn’t going to say that!” He defends.

“Don’t lie.” You narrow your eyes. He just grins sweetly.

“Well, avoiding the truth isn’t lying…” He chuckles.

“Alright that's enough, your moms are here.” Natasha says in her director voice.

“Sorry mom.” All the cast sing songs to annoy her.

“With that we close the press meet and the movie will begin in five minutes.” Maria announces.

Loki, Bucky and Steve line up at the edge of the staircase, helping everyone get down the steps.

“Men written by women!” A voice declares.

The three of them chuckle but you wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.

Soon enough the lights are dimmed, and you all wait with bated breath to know what the thoughts are, you couldn’t stomach watching the final cut.

Natasha, Maria and Nick are the ones inside. Joined by Sam, Kate and Yelena. The rest of you head to the hotel to hang out in the room back at the hotel.

More than an hour after the premiere you all venture online. The hashtag is typed across several platforms.

‘When you watch ITIMYIMDO you realise that the book was given absolute justice. It is one of those adaptations that you cannot complain about. The raw performance was delivered by Barnes, with Laufeyson being the understanding best friend. This duo is wonderful across all roles they play. I do not think any awards committee will ignore these two and if they do they would have to have some serious explanation to offer.’ – The TIMES

‘Debut Novel turned Debut Movie— Author to Actor and you can see the work put in by Y/N. Though some scenes where light hearted tones felt put up, her emotional delivery and comedic timing is stellar and worth exploring should she choose to shut down her laptop and cast aside the pen.’ — Vanity Fair

‘Their chemistry in real life, though limited to the public, explodes on screen. Rhys and Doll make a pair that puts your favourite romance couples to shame. This is the modern romance we were waiting for and we got it.’ — Rolling Stone

@.imetbuckyonce: okaY LISTEN I LOVED THE MOVIE I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY SLANDER TOWARDS MY QUEEN Y/N. SHE IS PERFECT. BUCKY IS PERFECT. KATE IS PERFECT. LOKI IS PERFECT AND OH MY GOD WHY DID STEVE ROGERS PLAYING A BAD DUDE FEEL SO SHIVER INDUCING YUMMY?????? WHEN HE SAID THAT LINE???????

@.booksandbarneslover: @.imetbuckyonce I ABDOSLYELT AGREE IM FERAL FOR VILLAIN STEVE *LOGS ONTO AO3 FOR BADBOY!STEVE X READER*

‘In Steve Rogers’ history of playing the good guy we have him play yet another villain and something about Hollywood’s notorious good guy being oh so bad it is a wonder to watch. There is no redemption for his character but we love him the way he is and the portrayal will be a feather in his cap.’ — Buzzfeed UK

@.stevierogers: IWUEEHNADJDOEOEJ STEVE

@.upallnighttogetloki: LOKI LAUFEYSON YOU ARE A DREAMBOAT. SUPPORTIVE BESTIE CHECK LOOKS AMAZING SHIRTLESS CHECK A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMAN CHECK. FUCK I DONT HAVE A SONGLE BAD THING TO SAY

‘A good attempt at a book adaptation, however if a seasoned plus size actress was taken instead of the author in a pseudo-nepotistic manner this movie could be worthy of more praise. While the seasoned actors and actresses are brilliant to watch the movie falls flat when the debutant is on screen. Meh, Dolores would have been better.’ — Sharon Carter, HYDRA.

“Of course she’d criticise you.” Yelena clicks her tongue.

@.dolores: just saw ITIMYIMDO and honestly? Y/N fucking killed it. Jealous fuckers shut up.

“And Dolores just defended me.” You look up from your phone. The opinions were across all spectrums. You just hoped it would be a success for the sake of the friends you made.

Maybe even line up prestigious awards for Kate, Bucky, Loki and Steve. They deserved it. The recognition, the opportunity for more roles that made them happy.

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist. Chin resting on your shoulder, watching you read praises specific to himself.

“I think you should stop reading about me and read the praise about you.” He grabs your phone typing in your name and watches as you read the praise. Each word makes your chest feel tighter with emotion.

“You did more than good, Feather. You are phenomenal.” Bucky praises.

“Couldn’t have done it without you all backing me and being by my side.” You kiss his cheek.

“Are we getting kisses for being supportive?” Steve grins, Bucky glares at him.

“On the cheek, yes.” You giggle as Steve leans towards you. Bucky pushes Steve away. The blonde only laughs at his friend.

Your man leads you to the small balcony overlooking the city.

“You’re cute.” You kiss his jaw again. Bucky grumbles, protectively pulling you closer.

“I’ll show you cute.” He warns hand moving the slit of the dress.

“James.” You warn, but don’t say anything to stop him.

“I’ll just taste you, I know you’re still sore.” He kisses the spot on your neck, “You remember that bookmark you got me?”

You nod, breath hitching as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck.

“I got you one too. I saw your tagged posts. You know I adore the edits your readers make for your books. I came across these bookmarks that double up as handcuffs.” He smirks as your hips seek him.

“I’m going to cuff your hands, my dirty little writer. You’re going to look so pretty, dripping for me. Then,” He cups your breast with his right hand and his left cupping your cunt,

“I’ll fill you up with my cum. Keep you still cuffed and make you warm my cock.” He tugs on your earlobe.

You moan softly, hips moving against his palm for friction. His words make you needy.

“You want to know why, Feather?” He questions, hands moving away from where you need him, instead turning you around.

His index finger tucked under your chin, making you look up into the most tempting storm of darkened blue, “Because while I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” He presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You set the pen down. Moving your wrists for a much needed break. The signing was successful. The display of your latest book is done wonderfully by the independent bookstore. Three months passed by in a blur, a beautiful, happy blur.

Your phone was silent, save for the occasional texts from your mom. You frown, Bucky was supposed to text you. He had a day off from filming, you were worried he had fallen ill working himself too hard.

Sam had told you to make sure most of the video-calls happened along with dinner or lunch. Bucky tended to skip eating out of his nervousness and body dysmorphia when scenes that required him to show his body were scheduled. You were proud of him for trying to push through the negative self talk and getting the help he needed.

Some days all he wanted was you curled up by his side. Other days he craved for you to show him how you saw him. Your touch, your words, you being there for him.

The line outside is welcomed in, doors opening after a brief recess. You pick up the pen again. Book after book and conversation after conversation.

“Just give me a second please,” you request the oncoming person. You quickly shoot a worried text to Bucky as they place a familiar book on the table.

You stare at the self-published version of I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once. Your eyes get misty at it, the book has sticky tabs and other type of annotations all across itself.

You look up at familiar blue eyes. Bucky sheepishly smiles at you.

“Remember when I said I haven’t read your book? I hadn’t read the publisher’s version. I have read yours and I want you to sign it.” He smiles.

“What should I write?” You open the book.

“I’ve written a question, just answer it.” He shrugs.

You look down at his writing and back up at him.

A watery grin on both your faces. You hide what you write, closing the book and handing it back to him.

You watch him as he reads it. His eyes finding yours and your favourite crinkles by his eyes smile gracing his features.

@.winnies: Hello Everyone! Winnie’s will remain closed for the next two nights in view of private events. We are open for brunch till 3 PM on these two days. Please make sure you have made your reservations and confirmed them.

We look forward to serving you regularly following these two special nights.

HEADLINES:

All The Stars Descend Upon The Trail To Winnie’s For Celebrating The Continued Success Of ITIMYIMDO! The Entire Crew Was Invited!

Awards Season Is Here! And The Nomination Committee Did Not Disappoint In This Year’s Nominees. Check This List Out!

Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers All Nominated At This Year’s People’s Choice and Emmy Awards. We Cannot Wait To See These Men In Suits and Swoon! Here Are Their Best Looks Ranked!

The Women On Board ITIMYIMDO All Secure Nominations As Well.

Clean Sweep At Securing Nominations In All Award Shows. The ITIMYIMDO Cast And Crew Overjoyed.

Extended Scenes and Director’s Cut Of ITIMYIMDO Releasing Soon.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Share The Sweetest Picture Of Their Silhouettes At Sunset At Winnie’s.

Insiders Say Night Two At Winnie’s Was A Private “Close Friends And Family Only” Event But We Have The Scoop!

A.N.: thank you for waiting for this one, I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for all your love on my story.

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