Chubby!Bucky Oneshots

Ripped Pages and A Broken Spine (Biker AU)

Summary: Your new neighbor is this intimidating, mean looking biker guy. You're nervous to greet him, but you were raised to never judge a book by its cover.

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You take note of the moving truck that appears across the street. A man with a hefty build, shoulder length chestnut brown hair and a short beard to match, hopped out of the driver's seat. You watch curiously as two motorcycles roll up behind the truck. A tall, dark man with a shaved head and goatee is the first to climb off his bike. An equally tall blonde hops off his and proceeds to open up the back of the moving truck.

You continue to sit on your porch, watching with intrigue as what appears to be your new neighbor(s??) moving in. The leather jackets they all done with an A on the back and their nicknames stitched across their shoulders strikes even more curiosity and a bit of concern.

You've never encountered anyone from a biker gang before. You know some gangs create bad reputations for the overall population. You know there are good biker gangs out there, but are these guys part of them?

Feeling your eyes on them, the three men turn to your direction. You're grateful to be wearing sunglasses so they don't see the deer stricken look on your face. You gulp down and give a small wave and they wave back.

The dark man and the blonde pat the bearded brunette's shoulders and jumped into the moving truck to start bringing things out. You watch as the bearded man's stair lingers on you and then goes to help his buddies.

He's cute, you can't help but think, but he also looks kinda mean, you also note at his resting bitch face.

You decide it's time for you to head inside. You grab your laptop and mug and enter your cozy home to continue on with your day.

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It takes a few days, but Bucky's finally settled into his new home. The air around the town is different, it's nothing like the hustle and bustle of Brooklyn. He kinda hates it, but also likes it. There was a reason why he decided to move after all, giving up his position as Vice President in the club to Sam. He deserved a lot more than he did anyway. Although he'd no longer be closer to home, closer to his biker family, he needed the time away. His therapist had nailed it into his thick skull that change is good.

It's a warm day. Bucky's in his garage fixing tuning up his bike. He's wearing a white tank top that clings to his body, covered in sweat and grease. His stomach is prominent as it rounds out his torso. Classic rock echoes through the garage from his bluetooth speaker and he lightly bobs his head to the music, mumbling the lyrics under his breath.

You're once again sitting on your porch across the street. From the last few days, Bucky realizes that you must do this every morning. You bring out your book or laptop along with a mug of steaming hot...something and you'd just sit there on your swinging bench, doing your thing.

Bucky pauses his tinkering and glances your way, he also sees your bobbing your head to his music and he smiles to himself. He clears his throat and speaks up, "My music isn't botherin' you, is it?"

You look up and surprise and furrow your brows. To which Bucky repeats, "My music, it isn't too loud, is it?"

You shake your head and reply, "Nah. It's good!" and you give him a thumbs up.

He chuckles and hollers, "Well if you ever want me to shut it off or lower, let me know!"

"Will do, neighbor!"

"Bucky!"

"Huh?"

"My name is Bucky!"

"Oh, okay, Bucky!"