Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Thirteen
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, (tooth rotting fluff), angst, swearing, alcohol consumption mentioned, drug consumption mentioned not detailed, smut so 18+ only, no minors, p in v, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mentions of overstim, slight jealous bucky, all the sex is consensual, hollywood politics, are feather and bucky catching a break in this chapter? yes maybe? i think they are, also i want to put yelena and reader in one room so they can sort of this mess of their friendship i caused, whoops, i hope ya'll enjoy the chapter! more fluff at the end!
Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
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Chapter Twelve|| Chapter Fourteen
HEADLINES:
Steve Rogers Spills The Beans On His and Author Y/N’s Relationship: ‘She’s Spoken For By Someone’
Who Has The Elusive Author Dated? A List Of Her Boyfriends and Here Is What They Have To Say About Her! Psst It’s Not All That Great (Oops!)
Sharon Carter Brings Attention To Herself and Brock Rumlow As They Shamelessly Flirt On Screen During His Interview on HYDRA’s News Hour
Dolores Is Bright And Early On ITIMYIMDO Set As Filming Commences Looks Like Rehab Did Her Good
The set is quiet as the scene with the programmed lights is set up. You watch in awe as they bring one of your favourite scenes written by you to life.
Bucky watches you, his eyes full of love and adoration at the way you admire the lights.
It was one of the chapters he had heavily annotated in your book.
Currently there weren’t people on set. Only Wanda was taking B roll footage of the lights alone. So he was standing closer to you. Basking in the way it felt to be around you. In front of people. The core team knew about the two of you.
Bucky had wanted to stop hiding away from being known as yours.
Sam had suggested slowly easing into it since the media could taint everything. A friendly hug here and a few public interactions there. A few planted interview questions that Bucky would genuinely answer and then the chance for the two of you to announce it to the world or allow people to keep speculating and be together privately.
“This was one of my favourite chapters.” Bucky walks over to you, the smile never leaving his face, eyes crinkled at the sides. Watching the way the light catches in your eyes makes them seem even brighter.
You look away from the lights to him. He stands close, smiling down at you. Your cheeks heat, recalling how that particular chapter went.
He was ready for his part as Rhys, bionic arm doffed for the scene. You admire the way he carries himself, your eyes linger over his shoulder.
“Doesn’t hurt, Feather.” He assures. You take a deep breath.
“It was your favourite?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even.
“Yes, I particularly enjoyed how you rectified their song’s memory and gave them the opportunity to dance to it amongst the other parts of the chapter.” He grabs your hand, the lights begin twinkling again.
He looks behind you for a moment, then music begins to play, Taylor Swift’s Daylight. You hear the door to set shut.
You’re pulled against him, your arms resting around his shoulders.
“Rhys and Doll have Stargazing, we have this song.” His blue eyes gleam in the light, you want to sink into them.
“James.” You laugh as he twirls the two of you, taking the lead on the dance. He says nothing, moving the two of you through the music and its tempo changes.
“I don’t want to look at anything else, now that I saw you.” He sings for you.
You cup his cheek, smiling at him, your heart bursting with love for him.
“I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you.” He grins, twirling you outward and pulling you back to him. Arm now around your waist.
The lights get brighter and then slowly fade.
His smile doesn’t falter, being able to enjoy this moment with you wholeheartedly without worrying about you thinking adversely about his lost arm.
“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night.” He presses his lips to your forehead.
“And now I see daylight.” He leans in, forehead touching yours.
“I only see daylight.” You sing to him.
His cheeks tinge pink, “And I can still see it all,”
“In my mind, all of you, all of me.” You giggle as you move closer. His hand moves to hold yours, “Intertwined,” He squeezes your hand.
“I once believed, love would be black and white.” He says not singing, “But it’s you.”
“You’re my golden daylight, Feather.”
The song keeps playing, you stare up at him. The set faded away. His hand leaves your hand after placing it on his shoulder.
Then he grasps your waist, slowly moving up to the back of your neck, gently his thumb strokes the skin of your jaw.
You sigh, eyes closing as he leans in closer, your head tilted back and pulled closer. His lips brush against yours, once, twice. Bucky sighs contentment filling him when he feels your lips against his own.
Your fingers grasping his shirt, hand cupping his jaw. Bucky marvels at the way your tenderness with him seeps into everything you do, the way your lips move against his, the way you’re able to show your love to him just by your touch alone.
He almost, almost feels bad for keeping what he’s up to from you. In due time you would know.
The kiss parts, your cheeks heat as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck shyly. You can feel the rumble of his soft laughter followed by the kiss to your forehead.
The song ended a while ago, yet the two of you do not part. Murmurs gain volume outside. You sigh, Bucky squeezes you close to him before the two of you step away at the same time.
The doors of the set open, you stare up at the lights again.
“Only actors on set.” Natasha orders, you give Bucky another smile before walking towards the producer’s area.
Maria gives you a smile and Nick acknowledges you with a nod.
Wanda moves over to Nat, showing her the B roll footage. You look down at your phone. Once filming commences you would slip to the producer corner and write the pending chapters. The three week deadline is now nearing two weeks.
Bucky catches your gaze when Dolores walks in on set, somewhat on time. The crew moves to put the finishing touches on the set.
Natasha calls for positions, the music track begins, this time it’s Rhys and Doll’s song.
Dolores moves through the scene, you watch Bucky only, the way he moulds himself into Rhys. Bringing him to life, it’s spectacular how it all occurs.
The laughter he causes with his goofy dancing around. You have to will yourself not to make a louder sound.
Maria beats you to it and Natasha has to yell, “Cut.”
Bucky laughs as well, cheeks flushed.
The scene is reset building up to the next part.
Dolores begins messing up her lines, the little bottle in her hand between takes isn’t water, everyone knows.
As the set is then made to be a closed one for the sex scene. Only the core team on board. She’s slurring her words and stumbling as she moves to wrap her hands around Bucky.
He shifts off the set lines looking at Natasha. Her lips press into a thin line.
“Dolores, you cannot be drinking.” Natasha says very calmly.
“You shut the fuck up and film, I’m going to have sex with this ex of mine. Not the first time post breaking up is it?” She blows a kiss to Bucky.
“I’m not shooting this scene with you or rather any intimate scenes with you if you’re not sober.” He warns her.
“I agree.” Natasha shakes her head at the actress.
Dolores turns to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Tell him to shoot it.”
“I am not forcing anyone—,”
“I’ll tell Alexander.” She sing-songs, eyes glassy as she smirks when you still. She knew.
“Dolores.” Bucky steps towards her, “I am not comfortable with you being drunk and filming scenes like this—,”
“Oh hush. Producers can make us do anything can’t they? Go on vote for the scene to continue, Executive Producer Y/N.” Dolores giggles, then her eyes move to Natasha.
“Aw, did you want a say?” She coos at the director.
“Isn’t my call, apparently.” Natasha shrugs the remaining crew then turns to you and Maria. Nick had stepped out not wanting to intrude on the scene.
“We aren’t filming unless Dolores is sober for all scenes.” You look at all of them then Maria.
“Agreed.” She declares.
“Alright then,” Natasha says, “We set up for the scene with Loki and Bucky facetiming. Scene 73. Dolores get yourself sobered up.”
Dolores sneers, then turns to you, in a moment she’s in front of you.
Bucky begins moving towards the two of you. He steps gaining momentum as he realises what is about to happen.
Her hand is raised, “You little bitch!” She yells, her hand coming down towards your face.
Your stupor breaks and you shuffle to the side to avoid being hit.
Her hand swerves across thin air, as you keep yourself backed away against the wall.
Bucky and Natasha move towards you. Worry on their faces; Maria raises her walkie-talkie calling in security.
“I’m going to make Alex—Alexander, ruin, ruin you!” She warns as her assistant and security hold her and escort her outside.
You stay backed against the wall.
“I am going to conduct a full security check of all electronic devices. If even a peep of this goes out. Hell fire will rain down upon each person.” Maria declares, looking at the scarce crew on set.
Everyone nods, Natasha moves towards you then stops herself. Bucky trudges on forward.
“Feather,” He’s about to reach to cup your face with his palm.
You shift away from him. There is an echo in your mind of the stinging slaps you endured.
His palm remains frozen in air, eyes wide, “Feather?”
No. No. No. No. No. You want to wail. They can’t have taken your source of comfort from you, “I’m sorry.”
“Do not apologise.” He stays away, not moving close.
“I’m sorry.” Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers.
“Bucky.” You both look at Maria, the set now emptied out, “Take her out, back to your trailer, I’ll send the interns with fresh call times.”
Bucky nods, looking at you. You nod. Thanking her, the two of you make your way to his trailer.
Sam and Yelena are pacing, they only pause when they see the two of you enter. Word spread fast because Dolores couldn’t stop screaming about the entire ordeal.
Bucky phad his arm around you. Over the walk from the set, you had begun to cling onto him more. Needing him closer.
“Do you want to don your arm?” Sam questions, Bucky looks down at you. You begin to pull away, Bucky’s grip on you tightens.
“Later.” He says, leading you to the couch.
Yelena regards you, the previous week’s ordeal with her being cold towards you and your explanation. The two of you hadn’t spoken on a personal level. You did miss her. Missed stopping by her office unannounced and working on your writing while she worked.
The friendship had meant more to you.
Maybe it wasn’t the same to her. You had to make your peace with it.
She watches you rest your head on Bucky’s chest. Tucked against him, she knows you feel protected.
There is knocking against the door.
“It’s Ace.”
“And Loki.”
Sam moves to the door, Ace comes bounding up the steps. Their eyes worriedly glance over you both.
“Y/N?” They call out, you give a small wave.
“I’m okay.” You assure.
Loki meets Bucky’s eyes, the latter nods. The former’s lips press into a thin line. He directs his worry towards you.
“Hi Loki.” You greet, he morphs his worry into a small smile.
“Do you need anything?” He questions, you shake your head.
“I’m so annoyed by her. How is it that she ruins day one back to filming?” Ace complains.
“I think we should give them space and not discuss this anymore.” Yelena pipes up, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.
Ace looks at Yelena, their jaw set.
“Right, because talking about things is not a great thing?” They roll their eyes.
Yelena looks at you, your brows are furrowed at Ace.
“I’m just saying talking it out is better than bottling things up.” They explain.
“Um, I’d rather not, Dolores’ thing doesn’t have me shaken up. I just was reminded of something else.” You feel Bucky’s lips press to your forehead. Grounding you yet again.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He murmurs.
You respond by placing a kiss on his jaw. Loki exchanges a glance with Sam. His face still conveys his worry.
Your phone beeps, you groan recognising the alarm.
“What's that?” Loki questions, you retrive the damn device snoozing the alarm.
“Alarm to write. Submission date got preponed so I’ve set random alarms to at least write something when it blares, even if it's shit.” You explain.
“That isn’t your process.” Yelena frowns, not liking that you’ve been taxing yourself.
“It’s the process of writing for this deadline.” You shrug.
Bucky chuckles, “I woke up the other night for water and she was tucked against me with her phone in her hand typing away. Three am and she’s writing.”
You laugh, “Yeah I’m hoping to finish by this week somehow since I want a week to edit after Yelena reviews.”
“Y/N, that's not how you’ve written before.” She says again, you look at her.
“I know but it's how I’m writing now. Deadlines worked with the blog.”
“That was one chapter a week.” She taps the palm of her left hand with the back of her right.
“Y/N you did get burned out on the blog too.” Ace adds remembering the apologetic posts about being on terrible blocks rendering you incapable of writing.
“Thank you!” Yelena scoffs at your reasoning.
You shift, Bucky still keeps his arm around you.
“And what? I’m dividing the remaining chapters the same way. I won’t get burnt out.” You assure. You couldn’t afford to get burnt out, well you were banking on it.
Bucky looks at Sam and Loki, then Ace and Yelena. The two of them don’t buy it, having seen you write for far longer than him.
“Feather…”
“I’m fine, honestly.” You defend too quickly. None of them buy it.
“I’m going to speak to Hydrangeas—HYDRA. They will have to move it—,”
“No, you won't, you've already exhausted the reasons and it has already been a week. I just have the last ten to go.” You don’t tell them your actual plan, only once it would get into the step back you would tell them.
Andy and Matt already knew and you hoped they would not blabber. They were the ones who found and confirmed the loophole for you. You felt bad keeping it from them but it had to be this way.
“If this is about what I said—,”
“No it isn’t.” You cut Yelena off yet again, “I have been neglecting my writing, it's another book that needs to be done. Then I can relax and focus on other projects. It’s already had enough leaks.”
“What if you hit a writer’s block?” She presses again.
Bucky squeezes your arm gently.
“I’ll write through it.” You grit, what was with the sudden concern? She had made it clear she was done.
“Right because that's what produced your best content in the past. It was unreadable.” Yelena quips.
You stand still holding Bucky’s hand. He squeezes it.
“Feather.” He says in warning, requesting you to stay calm.
“I need to call my mom up. She should be done with the first leg of her treatment.” You let go of Bucky’s hand.
Turning to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just,” you whisper to him.
“I know, go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He whispers back.
You leave the trailer, leaving everyone to look at each other in silence.
“She’s up to something.” Yelena says, Bucky’s eyes snap to her.
“Did you have to say that? She’s trying hard enough as it is, with everything else.” He moves to go towards the closet where his arm is placed. The scene with Loki would require him to doff it again, but he needed it right now.
“Oh, you’re a knight in shining armour now is it?” She sneers.
Sam moves ahead to help, “Buck.” He warns.
Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, a storm brewing in his gaze.
“No, I am not, but I know well enough to reserve my responses. Do you know what happened after she left BW?” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on Yelena, his sleeve folded back exposing the mounting plate.
Yelena clenches her jaw, waiting for him to continue.
Bucky grabs the bionic arm, lining it up. Sam moves back knowing he needs room to move it around.
The familiar click locks the arm into place, it whirs before a circumduction occurs.
“Hayden had to bring her to me, she had a panic attack right from your parking lot to my gym. Do you remember the time? It took her an hour to come to me. An hour she doesn’t remember because she couldn’t breathe because she was under a lot of duress because her best friend wouldn’t listen. You haven’t even apologised for presuming the worst from her. Natasha doesn’t know the bullshit you, however, do.” Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex then extend.
“She’s lost enough Lena. Don’t you think she deserves some slack being cut? Or did you want to know how Dolores threatened her on set?” He scoffs. He walks out as well in search of you, finding you behind the trailers, a familiar spot for several of the actors for some alone time.
You’re on the phone as he approaches. Offering him a smile and he pulls you into a tight hug.
After the ordeal in Bucky’s trailer things with Yelena didn’t change, she only spoke when it was all work related.
The Lit Fest was coming up, the publishing house wanted Steve and you to fuel the dating fire again. Neither you nor Steve were interested in that aspect.
In fact Angel had the idea to have Steve say you were already spoken for in a podcast he was on, which had sent everyone into a frenzy.
Speculation wouldn’t stop. You were honestly tired of it. How celebrities went through this day in and out, you couldn’t fathom.
Bucky had taken it upon himself to stop you from getting too lost into writing. Impromptu date nights at Winnie’s. If your mom couldn’t sleep she would make you watch the TV shows on your laptop only, with her. Bucky and her were in cahoots, you were sure of it.
They pretend not to hear you when you accuse them of their little plan. Solving the puzzle and laughing amongst themselves. You roll your eyes at them before joining in on completing the 500 piece puzzle.
It was as if he was trying to actively prevent burn out for you. You appreciated it, the breaks he would provide would be a saviour.
The only time you were writing uninterrupted was during filming stretches. Sitting in the producer area behind Natasha and Maria, the latter taking your spot with the director now.
You missed it all - the making jokes, noting things down and bouncing ideas off of each other. You tried to not let it get to you. You welcomed it, given how your writing was becoming the primary focus, the longer hours helped you focus better.
Your head buried in your phone, typing away quietly on the phone screen. Four chapters were left. The book was probably on some kind of kick. Even in your worst writing you felt the story was good. Which wasn’t helping your loophole.
You knew how the book would end, writing towards it made it easier. HYDRA was hoping to announce the fourth book’s title during the fest. You had asked for Yelena's opinion but she just shrugged.
Laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Your gaze moves to Steve, Loki and Bucky joking around off set. Their dynamic had shifted.
The hostility between the three is almost gone. Loki had confided that he still had doubts up on Steve, which was understandable. Bucky’s confided words ring in your mind.
Three Days Ago.
“I’m worried. It’s so easy to play a character, put on an act. Fake a friendship. Fake a fight. Things get ugly. They did between Steve and I. I know right now they seem sort of good but…” He sighs as he trails off, his head resting on your abdomen. Laying between your legs, the fingers of your right hand running through his hair as his left hand caresses your forearm.
“It is hard to trust anyone let alone a lost then found friendship.” You smile as he looks up at you.
“Would I stupid to trust him again? I miss him, I feel Loki would feel offended too.” Bucky doesn’t understand why all this seems so trivial amongst everything else ongoing in your lives.
It ate away at him how he felt he wasn’t being a good friend.
“James, you’re reconnecting with a lost friend. Reminiscing over memories and lost time. You won’t lose a friend because you gained another. It may feel like that because maybe it happened that way with Loki. You found your best friend in him after Steve.”
“I’m grateful for Loki. I really am, I miss that mischief maker, the together shoot schedules now have made it better. I just… I miss Steve too. We went through so much.” He brings your hand towards his lips kissing it, azure eyes move away from you.
“I know, why don’t you talk to Loki? You guys haven’t spoken about anything other than the mess, he probably misses you too. You can speak to him about your turmoil with Steve and your reblooming friendship. He’s a smart and mature guy. I'm sure he won’t be as harsh as you may be fearing.” Your advice has him hum.
“You wouldn’t be stupid to trust him. You both know the truth now. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour at all, just explains it. You were hurting,” Your hand brushes over where the metal arm meets his body, “Some nights I know you still are, it's okay, it's okay to be cautious, to be wary. It’s okay to choose to trust him again. You can speak to him about your fears too.”
Bucky shifts, turning to face you, moving up. He’s holding himself up with one arm. His left hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking the skin.
“I love you.” He whispers, a smile on his face, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t know how I went by without you for this long.” Your skin heats, it makes him grin wider. “Probably without paying the girlfriend stealing clothes tax.” He beams again. Smug asshole.
“I love you too. I think you were missing a piece and now it all makes sense.” You laugh at your cheesy line,
“Also I think you love me wearing your clothes.” You giggle when he bites his lip, eyes moving to the old jumper you’ve stolen (borrowed).
Bucky has your laughter quelled by his lips on yours, you sink in with him.
When Bucky allows you to pull away from him, you’re breathing hard. Hips flush against yours, a leg wrapped around his hips. You whimper as he grinds against you.
Things had gotten better for you, random touches weren’t anxiety inducing. Both of you had begun to explore more of each other. Seeking out now without fearing shutting down.
“James–,” You preen, he repeats the movement but harder, “B-baby.” your voice a rasp. He groans, nipping at your bottom lip.
“I want to show you off, I want to tell the world your mine. Fucking tired of keeping us under wraps.” He urges, nudging your jaw with his nose, your head tilts, allowing his lips to move along your neck.
He marks the skin of your shoulder, your legs wrap around him.
“Need you, James.” Your whimper has him lose his mind.
Carefully crafted control being lost, unravelled by you. He loved it when you used his name. It urged him on, wanting to cause you to spill it from your soft lips again and again.
“You’re so beautiful, Feather.” He groans when your hips arch seeking him, pleading him.
“J-James.”
He meets the plea of his name with a plea of yours. Your fingers tug on his t-shirt. Breaking away it is discarded to the floor, your top follows its path. The way his warm mouth causes goosebumps across your skin.
Lips wrap around your nipple, hardening the nub. He bites down lightly making you cry out. Your fingers tangled with his hair. Soft moans and gasps filling his living room.
Bucky looks at you, admiring the way his placed lovebites begin to darken and bloom across your skin. Tongue licking the underside of your breasts and then blowing over the heated skin.
Your jeans come off next.
He stares at the soaked panties, drinking in the magnificent sight before him, “All this for me, Feather?”
Thumbs massaging your thighs, you can only whimper in confirmation. Your hands trace over his body, lips seeking his skin.
Bucky senses your hesitation when you don’t nip at his flesh or claim it.
“Mark me as yours, Feather. Make me yours, only yours.” His words accompany him locking your limbs with his, hands wrap around your back, yours around his shoulders. He falls back, effortlessly you’re now above him.
Straddling him, the material of his jeans straining against him and rubbing over you. You watch him, sensing for any hesitation.
“Baby, if you don’t let me know how your written male characters feel, being marked by their girls. I will be very upset.” He cups your face, seriousness lacing every word.
“You do know how they claim their men.” You tease, hands moving over him as your lips finally follow. You suck at his skin. Marking him and moaning at the way his skin tastes.
“I’m going to make every fantasy of yours come true. And more, I have to give you inspiration don’t I?” His teasing cuts off into a loud moan when the tip of your tongue swirls around his nipple before you bite down, tugging before repeating the action.
“You’re my muse, James. Have been for so long.” Your admission is met by a whimper, “I may have had a version of you in my mind, but you?” You trail kisses down his abdomen, then back up.
“You’re beautiful, kind, funny, so absolutely stunning, You... You’re everything to me. You surpass every thought I’d ever had about you. Every creative thought put to shame compared to you.” You place kisses along the scars of his shoulder.
“Feather.” He pleads, the way you’re doting on him.
“Yes, my muse?” you chuckle at his eagerness. He feels himself grow harder.
“Fuck, why is that so hot?” He lets out a breathless laugh.
“Where do you want my mouth, my muse?” You watch the way the flush spreads over his chest, his cheeks, and he meets your eyes. Just a thin ring of blue.
“On mine,” He answers and you bring your lips back to his own. Bucky’s hands and yours sloppily get rid of his jeans and boxers. He cups your ass, the fabric of your panties twists in his vibranium hand and tears.
You gasp into the kiss, the vein of his cock pressed against you. Being coated in your arousal. The feeling is erotic. Your walls clench in anticipation, clit pulsing with need.
“Feather, I want to take my time, but,” He groans as you shift over him, coating his length as you grind on his cock.
“Don’t, James, please just, want to think of nothing but you, want to feel nothing but you. Please, my muse.”
The deep timber of his moan only fuels the fire of your need. Hands grip your waist, you lift yourself, his cock now in your hand as you help him in guiding you over him.
Slowly he helps you sink down on him. You close your eyes as the stretch stings.
“So good Feather, oh baby you feel that? The way you stretch so pretty around me?” Bucky groans, lifting you back up then having you sink down further.
Despite the stretch the pleasure begins taking over as Bucky guides you to ride him. Your hands on his chest, right below his collar bones. Nails digging in as you increase your pace and alter between grinding on him.
Bucky’s kiss bitten lips are parted, sweat slicked skin and an ethereal glow. Thin azure watches you drinking you in, the way you are a goddess above him. Oh he would worship you. He will.
The coil tightens in your belly when Bucky’s thumb begins to circle your clit, your nails rake down his chest. You want him to cum with you. Bucky wants you to make a mess on him first.
“Lean over, Feather.” You follow what he says, his stubble grazes your breasts, mouth then finding your nipples and then sucking on them. Your walls squeeze his cock.
“Oh you fucking love that don’t you?”
You only give a high pitched keen as he does it again.
“James— close–,” You moan again at the way he’s causing you to unravel for him.
“You want to know something, Feather?” He says out of breath, fuck he wouldn’t last long with the way you’re wrapped around him. Your walls are spasming, aching to milk him for everything he has to give you.
“Bucky–,” Your head is thrown back at a deeper thrust against a spot, “James–,” You’re calling to him, needing him to ground you. To lift you up. Need him. Your hands move to his shoulders.
“Feather,” Bucky seeks you out before the white hot pleasure begins to take over. He loves how his names are a moulded prayer from your lips, you’re ethereal. He watches the droplet of sweat roll down your body, between the valley of your breasts. He reaches up, tongue capturing the droplet, tracing its path to your throat.
You respond with a moan, everything is just him, touch, sight, scent, taste.
“You’re my muse, baby.” He says the words and you moan louder, the coil snapping as your back arches.
“You’re my muse.” He repeats as your hand intertwines with his, your lips reaching for his, your walls spasm tightening around him. Bucky’s moans are a prayer to you right onto your tongue.
You take him so well, as he fills you up. The primal part of him is loving how you sink down deeper. Aftershocks run through you and him. Panting filling the room. The kiss broke apart. Bucky sits up slowly, still inside you.
“James.” You cry out for him.
“Shh, shh, I got you, I’ve got you.” His hand soothes your hair, he manoeuvres the two of you to lay sideways on the large sectional. Still connected to you.
Your skin is thrumming with Bucky all over you. Kisses, praises, soothing touches. This wasn’t physically exhausting. The emotional aspect taking the two of you under.
You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your fingers rubbing soft circles through his hair.
“I love you.” You rasp. He kisses your head.
“I love you.” He places another kiss.
“You are my muse.” He repeats, your walls clench around him.
“I–,”
“If you try to dispute my declaration I will be very angry.” Bucky warns, a light spank to your asscheek.
“I wasn’t–,”
“Feather.”
“Fine. Maybe. I won’t now okay? I believe you.”
“Good girl.” He says then moans feeling you clench around him, “Fuck.”
“Sorry,” You bite his collarbone playfully, “I have a lot of um, kinks.”
“So do I, we’re facilitating one of them.” He squeezes your side.
“Breeding?” You’re answered with a twitch of his cock and a light thrust.
“We have a lot to discover, Feather. Your blog had quite a bit of insight.” He teases.
“Oh god, what did you read?” You’re never looking at him again.
“Kinktober was fun to read.” He giggles, actually fucking giggles.
“James.” You whine.
“Overstimulation is something I want to explore. Didn’t like how you wrote it with Steve’s character.”
“Hey, Ari is a six foot four bear, we love him.” You defend, looking up at him.
He rolls his eyes, “I’m more cuddly than Steve.”
“Not more than Ari.” You tease, loving how it was riling him up.
“We’re trying overstimulation now. I need you to forget everything but me.” He narrows his eyes, fingers tweaking your nipple in warning.
“James.” You warn.
“Sit on my face?” He counters, “Wanna know how you taste marked as mine.”
“Insatiable.” You kiss his jaw.
“Only for you.” He says, smiling and kissing your forehead.
Present.
Bucky looks up at you from their corner, sending a beaming smile your way. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you shift in your seat. Your thoughts had gone to the smuttier side.
Your boyfriend raises a brow, you have a look on your face. One he recognises and then he smirks cockily.
You look back down at your phone, avoiding his darkeing gaze and the way your cheeks heat you might just start a fire.
From: Yelena Belova
-Forwarded from HYDRA Publications-
Dear Ms. Y/L/N,
This email is in regards to your attendance to the literary festival. We would like to inform you that your upcoming release shall be announced at the fest before your signing and interaction time.
We hope to have your manuscript reach us at the earliest.
Ecstatic to work with you as always.
Best Regards,
Gideon Malick
Editor In Chief
HYDRA Publications
-End of Forward-
Y/N,
I hope you have the last few chapters only remaining.
-Yelena
You reply to the email, attaching the completed chapters file, password protecting it.
From Y/N:
Hey Yelena,
Thanks for letting me know, I have about 4 chapters to go well, 2 and a half.
Should have it reach you by this weekend, sending you chapters one through twenty six.
Thanks,
Y/N.
“Y/N?” You look up and Ace is standing in front of you.
“Hey.” You smile at them.
“Hey, could you run lines with me? It's for the scene where they have to pack in stealth mode and are having banter.”
Your eyes move to Natasha, she’s talking to Maria.
“I cleared it with Natasha.” They add, you nod. Putting your phone away then following Ace onto set.
The suitcase is placed in the centre clothes strewn across the floor.
Bucky, Steve and Loki pause what they are doing. Choosing to watch the scene instead.
“So the whole finding appropriate clothes and all I want to pack for you are skimpy clothes.” Ace laughs holding a piece of lingerie up.
You laugh, “When I wrote that I didn’t realise it would ever be in a movie.”
Bucky smiles seeing you from afar.
“Damn you’re in love.” Steve comments, voice low.
“How can he not be?” Loki adds.
“I want forever with her.” Bucky blurts before his eyes widen.
Loki grins, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I call dibs on best man.”
Steve gives a knowing smile, “So you found her then?”
Loki pauses as Steve’s words register.
“Wait, you were serious about leaving the industry?” Loki whispers, they watch Wanda sneakily filming the scenes of Ace and you laughing and behaving as though bantering best of friends.
“She’s a natural.” Steve comments.
“She is, we haven’t told her yet.” Bucky reminds.
“No wait, Bucky.” Loki blinks several times.
“I will. I meant what I said, plus I’ve earned enough to keep my family and well future family happy and invested well enough for security. I was always going to leave acting once I found my ‘the one’.” He smiles at his best friend.
Loki looks towards you once again, then back at his best friend,“I believe wholeheartedly you both are going to be very happy.” He says making Bucky beam brightly.
Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder, “Happy for you buddy.”
Dolores walks in and you move towards where the three are standing. The men all have beaming smiles. Loki and Steve are looking at you with almost glassy eyes.
“Uh?” You look at them then at Bucky.
“They’re just emotional over the script.” He explains, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, you lean into his fingertips.
“My heart.” Loki says, you look at him with your nose scrunched in confusion.
“Why do you sound like me when I gush over book couples?” You ask, Steve laughs, little did you know.
Loki just envelopes you in a hug. Your arms wrap around him, “You okay buddy?”
“I’m just simply happy to have you in my life.” He says, your heart warms.
“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Lokes.”
Natasha calls everyone into their places and the lights are adjusted. Loki pulls away from the hug.
Bucky wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Placing a kiss to your skin. You bite your lip to not giggle.
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too.” You whisper.
“Action!” Natasha’s voice has all of you turn and watch the scene acted out as you had moments before.
Two days later your last page of the manuscript reads ‘The End’ in a cursive font. You pulled all nighters while Bucky had to go out of state for a photoshoot and interview. His flight would be landing in the morning. You were aching to have him back in your arms.
Emailing the ‘as much as you could edit’ manuscript to Yelena you sigh, then decide on sending the file to Bucky as well. You close your laptop lid very happily. The book was the trainwreck you wanted it to be. Alpine curls up on your stomach the warmth from your laptop having your clothes heated just right for her. Her chirps of protest when you try to move have you sit that way for fifteen minutes before she looks up at you with her little cute blue eyes.
Your mom’s asleep as you hold Alpine and move around checking everything and securing the door. Deciding on a snack you head back to the couch. Alpine’s liquid treat emptied into her bowl. The TV is showing some home improvement show to fill in the silence. You watch it for a few minutes till your snack is done.
Alpine curls near your feet, checking the time it’s four a.m.. Slowly sleep begins to pull at you. Exhaustion crashing in, you decide to sleep on the small sofa in your mom’s room. As the caffeine wears off, you want to be within hearing distance of her.
Incessant knocking opens pulls you out of your dancing along the edge of sleep. You blink thinking it is your imagination, your phone tells you it's just four fifteen. The knocking comes in again. You grab your phone, and the baseball bat from behind the coat rack.
911 is pressed ready to be called, you check the peephole.
“Fucking hell?” You want to go back to sleep. You can’t with this shit. Were you dreaming?
“Open up.” The visitor urges, knocking again.
Alpine hisses, her tail puffed up. Ears twitching. You undo the bolts and allow the hood clad figure to slip in, she pushes her hood down. Red hair falling out of the ponytail.
Alpine hisses again at Dolores.
“Oh please, I didn’t like you either.” She mumbles to the cat.
“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warn.
“Fine, now, listen. I think we can help each other.” She says grinning, opening a small bottle of liquor.
“Uh… Do you need to always keep drinking?” You ask, wondering how deep of an issue it is for Dolores.
“Thank fuck it’s just alcohol and not drugs, those would make me age horribly. Never do drugs, recreational weed is okay.” Dolores sits on the couch. You blink at her, then down at Alpine who still glares at Dolores.
“She never approved of me for her dad.” Dolores narrows her eyes at the furball that you adore.
“Okay, can you get to the point? Why are you here at this godforsaken early hour?” You ask, watching as she downs the mini bottle without flinching at the taste.
“I want to take Alexander down.” She says casually.
“I don’t think I’m the right person–,”
“So four or five weeks ago, he didn’t call you under false pretences to a meeting and he doesn’t have compromising photos of you? Nor does he threaten you with those pictures and possibly pictures he has of other people you care about?” She raises a brow.
You remain quiet, “Keep your voice down, I don’t want my mother knowing any of this.”
Dot presses her index finger to her lips.
“Now, are you an illegal gal or legal gal? Your books scream morally grey but I think you’re real uptight in the real world aren’t you?” She giggles.
“Dolores.” You warn.
“Answer the question, little miss writer.” She urges, leaning forwards, her chin resting on her palm.
You swallow, what the fuck was going on?
“Why are you asking? Do you have multiple routes to go about this revenge plot of yours? Also why me? I’m not the apocalypse of his privileged life.” You cross your arms, the bat still in your hands.
Dolores shakes her head, “Nah, nah, baby girl. I’m the main attraction here, you’re going to be the first domino.”
“Dolores, I cannot help you–,”
“I was paired with Bucky once, for PR. About three or four years ago. He did the mistake most of us do, falling in love.” She retrieves another bottle from her purse.
“Dot… Would you prefer tea… or anything else?”
“Know what, get me coffee? Please, black no sugar?” She puts the bottle back.
You bring a mug and the brewed jar, pouring it for her. She waits for a moment then pours the vodka into it.
You stare at her blankly.
“As I was saying, Bucky fell in love. I wasn’t, I knew this industry well enough. Nepotism baby you must know this, so I knew falling in love was all surface level bullshit. Everyone cheats at some point. Not those two best friends though. Steve and Bucky, god what a pair.” She sighs then hums while taking a sip of coffee.
“Alexander had basically groomed me, earlier on, it was not ugly at that point he was careful. Just praises here and there. Promises of bright futures and fame. Then when I debuted it started, he was giving me drinks, drugs, and the photos. What man I’d pretend to date. While behind closed doors he’d dote on me, for the longest time I thought he loved me.” she stares at the dark liquid.
“When I was PR paired with Bucky, I was in love with Brock. He hates Alexander but tolerates him. Imagine your own uncle coerces you and has life ruining material on you.” She looks up at you.
“Brock is a victim too?” You can’t fathom, pouring yourself coffee in your empty water glass.
“Yes, he is. Bucky walked in on Brock and I. I won't lie, I slept with Bucky too. I had to keep him hooked. That man can act fucking well but when it comes to PR? It's like he cannot pretend.” She snorts out a laugh.
You wince, their PR sure had you fooled, the kisses, looks of longing, and dates. You shake your head, snapping out of it.
“So we had a public messy break up, I moved on with Brock. Then Alexander broke us up. He took away the one person I loved and the one person that loved me back.”
“I’m sorry that happened–,”
“I don’t want your pity.” She glares at you, “I want your help to expose him.”
“He has–,”
“I know what he has, I know how to bypass a lot of it. We’re sleeping together right now. How do you think he got convinced to take me back for your movie adaptation?” She rolls her eyes.
“Now you’re wondering ‘how can I trust Dot’?” She verbalises the burning question.
“Same way I trust anyone else.” You answer, she tilts her head curiously, “Hope for them not to fuck me over.” You smile at her.
“Damn do you ever stop writing?” She runs her fingers through her hair.
It’s your turn to laugh.
“Well, here is to two women who have been fucked over multiple times, trusting eachother not to fuck the other over.” She raises her cup, you raise your glass of coffee.
“Now, what can I do that will make your trust solidify further?” She requests, you purse your lips.
‘Anytime, any day, we’re available, just call the secure line.’ Scott magically produces a card.
“There are two people I want you to meet.” You open the contact on your phone.
“Nice socialising. Didn’t peg that for you.” She sips on her coffee.
The line rings twice, you hear the click.
“Y/N? Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Scott asks, he sounds like he wasn’t sleeping.
“I’m not but I hope I didn’t wake you?” You wince remembering the still early time.
“No you didn’t, training starts early, what's up?” you hear a sizzle across the line. He was cooking.
“I have someone who is willing to aid our cause.” You look at Dot as she uses the remote to flip through the channels on mute.
“Is she represented by Murdock and Barber?” Scott asks, shit you forgot about that.
“She is,”
“Is she?” Scott catches the waiver of your voice.
“Scott, it's too early for me…” You huff.
“Call Murdock and Barber and then call me back, this line doesn’t keep call records.” He flips the pancakes with ease.
“Thank you.” you cut the call and immediately dial Andy’s number.
“Y/N?” Andy’s voice is full of concern.
“How is everyone awake?” You stare at your watch, were you doing something wrong?
“I was actually awake the whole night, is everything okay?” He questions, using his other phone to message Matt.
“I um, can you take on a client?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve.
“Who is the client?” He questions, opening the contract draft.
“Dolores…” You say, there is silence on the other line.
“Why?” He questions.
“She wants to take down Alexander, she knows about my pictures… Scott said to have her signed before she’s called in…” you wince hearing his curse.
“You called Scott? Before either Matt or I?” He almost yells.
“It's.. I haven’t slept in two days, okay the book took out more than I expected, alright?” You reason.
Andy pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m sending you a document, ask Dolores to sign every page. Then let me call Scott.”
“Okay, I’m sorry about the whole…”
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it. Are you sure we can trust her?”
You stay silent.
“Answer yes or no.” He prompts.
“I’d be careful.” You respond.
“Alright, don’t tell her anything. Say all you know is your lawyers are finding a way.” He advises.
“Okay.”
“And Y/N?” Andy sighs, “Please tell them about your plan today.”
“I will, I’ve called them over to explain everything. Matt and you be there too okay?”
“We will.” He smiles then bids you goodbye.
You send over the signed documents by email to Andy. Dolores passes out on the triple seater, you curl up on the single seater sofa. Alpine curls up next to your head.
Sleep slowly finds you and for once your dreams show happy glimpses and Bucky is in all of them, right next to you. Stroking his thumb over your index finger, over his favourite tattoo.
You avoid Yelena’s scrutinising gaze and look at everyone else. Steve looks at his twin.
“You knew?” He asks, Andy nods.
“I found–,” Andy huffs as Matt elbows him in the ribs, “We found the loophole.” He corrects.
“Feather, are you sure about this?” Bucky looks up from the manuscript draft you had printed and given him. The book was difficult to read not because it was heavy on topics or anything but because it… it was… well. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.
“This is utter garbage even for you.” Yelena says stealing his words, “Your bullshit at least was better!”
“It has to be rubbish, if you approve it and we send it very close to the dates they may send it for printing sooner.” You defend.
“It isn’t rubbish… it has good scenes but…” Bucky sighs, he hated to see what you were forced to do.
“There is no other way?” Yelena looks at the lawyers.
“If her sales tank and reviews tank below 2.5 stars for three months post release consecutively then they have to let her go from their roster.” Matt recounts.
“What if people still like it? Dedicated fans won’t stop.” Steve shakes his head, he knew from experience there were people who support every venture. Good or pathetic.
“If we leak the book the night before release. Multiple times, it would hurt physical sales.” You add, “Also no pre ordering, opening two weeks physical books only. We’re using their own clause against them.”
“So what, we're going to email everyone on your newsletter list the leaked copy?” Yelena takes a sip of her drink. She hums, it would help the cause to get you out.
“Yes, we’re going to orchestrate a hacking, the link will lead everyone to the full book instead of a snippet.” You explain.
“Why are you ruining your skill and talent?” Steve rubs a hand tiredly across his face, he turns to Bucky.
Bucky is still looking at you, “You do know this will even hurt your next book, you may be labelled irredeemable. You may not be signed to another publication house, you may not get deals. Have you thought about this?”
Your lips press into a thin line, eyes locked with stormy blues, “It's my only way out of HYDRA’s contract. I can’t have them, I can’t have him hold my work over my head amongst other things.”
“Her quality dwindling can be handled by calling it a difficult year.” Yelena says, Sam nods.
“It would prevent future losses. Even if she decides to go the indie author way.” Sam adds, then looks at Bucky.
“Talk to her.” Steve whispers. Bucky nods.
“Can we speak privately?” He looks at you.
“Yeah…” your nervous fidgeting begins,
Bucky grasps your hand as he makes his way over to you. Leading you to your room.
He closes the door, he takes a deep breath while rubbing circles onto your palms with his thumbs.
“James?” You ask, “Do you not agree?”
“I need to tell you something, I know we haven’t disclosed our relationship publicly, yet. We know how deep our feelings run. You know my fucked up past and yet you chose to see me as I am, I’m grateful that, I am grateful for you.” He pauses, vibranium palm cupping your cheek,
“You mean so much to me.”
“I know this might be too much too soon. However I had thought about it a long time ago. Way before the accident took my arm.” He sighs, gathering courage.
The palm he left, you rest right above his heart. His chest moves with each breath.
“Tell me, I’m here to listen.” You assure him, he gives you a small smile.
“I had decided a long time ago, I would leave filming when I found someone I saw my future with,” he allows you to absorb his words.
“Are you proposing?” You blurt, Bucky laughs.
“Not yet, Feather. You deserve a much, much better way and also I’d be on my knees.” He kisses your forehead.
“What I’m trying to say is, I see a future with you and I believe in a future with you. A future in which I can and will take care of you. No matter the repercussions of the decision you’ve taken, I’m going to be there for you.” He promises.
You understand now, “Thank you. I,” you want to tell him so much.
“Feather, you don’t have to say anything.” He strokes your cheek.
“Winnie’s at sunset, I’ll say yes.” Is what you choose to say to him.
Bucky’s brows furrow then his eyes widen, lips parted followed by a megawatt smile gracing his features. You giggle.
Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. His lips on yours, laughter slipping in between, Bucky leads you to your bed, walking backwards.
He sits down, with you straddling his hips, knees on either side of him. He peppers your face with kisses. Amongst your happy laughter and his, the moment wraps around the two of you.
Bucky cups your face, the kisses shared now slow and languid, so full of love.
“I don’t know how you knew I’d propose to you only at Winnie’s.” He chuckles, your fingers running through his hair.
“After seeing that view, I don’t think anywhere else compares honestly.” You kiss his jaw.
Bucky can’t stop smiling nor can you, hearts so very happy and full.
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A.N.: its about time feather and bucky like did it, also what are you guys thinking about Dolores' change of heart???? Also i wanna apologise for delaying the update, i had a nasty comment come in on one of my one shots and that derailed me as i was writing this chapter. anyways i have decided that im not going to let rude people get me down,
also i will be travelling next saturday for two weeks so i will queue the update, so if you don't want to miss it let me tag you because i won't be able to attach the link to this update or the masterlist for atleast six days
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