Chubby!Bucky Oneshots

He Said (High School AU)

Summary: Bucky has a big crush on you, but he's too shy and insecure to tell you. Based off the song "If I Could Tell Her" from Dear Evan Hansen.

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Bucky stood on the ladder, hammering away at a nail to secure that the poster for this year's Valentine's Day dance was secure.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BA-

He stopped mid-hammering when he heard your melodious laugh above the noise. He looked over his shoulder and looked across the cafeteria to see you talking and laughing with Steve and Nat as you two worked on putting up the banner for the dance.

He took this moment to just look at you, watch you. A small smile appeared on his face as he watched your eyes crinkle when you laughed.

When he felt the ladder shift, his heart stopped and, in that moment, he thought he was going to die.

"BUCKY!" he looked down to see Sam staring up at him from the ground, "Come on, man! You're taking forever! Stop staring at Y/N and hurry up! We got five more posters to put up!"

Bucky hissed at his friend, "Would you quiet down?! She'll hear you! And I wasn't staring!" he quickly finished up nailing the poster up and rushed down the ladder.

"Sorry, but we gotta get the ball rolling. Mrs. Stark is starting to stress and I don't wanna end up getting lectured by her. You know she gets scary when she's stressed."

Bucky nodded with a sigh, folding up the ladder. He pulled down the tshirt that started to ride up as he was hammering away at the poster, hiding away his soft, squishy belly. He proceeded to follow Sam to another part of the cafeteria, his glances back at you over his shoulder, a sense of longing filling within him.

When Sam stops, Bucky sets up the ladder, letting his friend pin up the poster this time, "You know, why don't you just tell Y/N how you feel?"

"You know I can't do that. It's not that simple."

"Why not? It seems pretty simple to me. You go up to her and say, 'Hey, Y/N, I'm in love with you."

Bucky sputtered, "I-I'm not in love with her!"

Sam scoffed, "Keep tellin' yourself that. Anyway, you should confess yoru feelings to her at the dance. It'll be romantic with all the hearts and roses and shit decorating the gym. It'll be perfect!"

"Again, I don't have feelings for her! Even if I did, I-I wouldn't even know what to say!"

"Well think of something and then do it, 'cause I'm tired of seeing you pine for her and follow her around like a sad puppy!"

"I don't look like a sad puppy!"

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You and Nat both carry boxes of supplies from Mrs. Stark's classroom to the cafeteria where you're putting up posters and banners for the Valentine's Day dance.

"So, you and Steve are going to the dance together, right?"

Your best friend nods, "Yup, although, I still want him to ask me. I'm pretty sure he'll do it when it gets closer to the day. What about you? Has anyone asked you to go with them?"

You dejectedly sighed, "No. Sam keeps saying someone will, but I highly doubt that. I'm nothing special."

Nat shakes her head, "You're plenty special, Y/N. You just don't know it."

"Y/N!" You glance over your shoulder to see Bucky lightly jogging after you.

"Hey, Bu-oh!" you gasp when he swoops in, taking the box you were holding from your arms and continues to walk alongside you. You snort, "I could carry it myself, Buck."