40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

bucky barnes - dream girl

summary: bucky barnes x fem!reader
request by GreysonMavis
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You glared at yourself in the mirror. You couldn't possibly find anything that wasn't a flaw in your eyes. You were what some people called "big". And you hated it about yourself.

Your mind was teeming in your insecurities, all targeting your body and weight.

You pull on the yellow sun dress you had laid out. You finally plucked up the courage to buy a new dress, one that was a little "out there" with the bright color. As you adorned the dress and stood in the mirror, you tried your hardest to pull off a confident look.

But this wasn't the hard part. You were headed to the beach with your best friend, where you'd be boldly wearing a swimsuit in public. You haven't went to the beach in a swimsuit in a long time and decided to push yourself.

Your hair was down and wavy, and you even put on a small amount of makeup. You felt good for once. But your doubts and insecurities were still at the brim inside of you, and you were still unsure of your decision.

"(y/n), Doll, come on! We're gonna miss the train!" Bucky's voice floats up the stairs of your apartment.

"Coming!" You reply, heading out of your room.

"Is that a new dress?" Bucky asks when he sees you, a smile on his lips.

"Yes, it is." You reply, smoothing the skirt out.

"It looks good on you!" Bucky comments, offering his arm to lead you out of your apartment.

"Thanks," You reply, smiling. On the inside, you told yourself he was only saying it to be polite.

Bucky offered to carry the bag containing your swimsuit, but you politely declined. He was quite the gentleman when he opened all the doors for you.

Bucky was just like that. He was a gentleman. He was polite and kind, and always nothing but sweet to you. Often, he affectionately called you "doll".

But you didn't get your hopes up. You brushed off his flirty comments as jokes, knowing they held no true meaning. How could they?

Bucky Barnes, the sweetest and most handsome guy in town could not possibly have feelings for you. Prettier girls flocked him constantly. He surely would much rather have a pretty, thin girl than you. Who wouldn't?

But, lord have mercy, you had a soft spot for him. And it made it even harder knowing that every other girl in the city of Brooklyn had the hots for him too.

The train ride to the beach didn't take too long. You felt awkward and slightly embarrassed in the crowded group of people on the train. You were glad the ride was short.

Bucky held a conversation very well. He talked to you the whole ride, contentedly. Your jumpy nerves were calmed.

You arrived at the beach together, and made your way to the changing area.

This was the big bold move you were taking. Of course, as you entered the room, there were beautiful girls with beautiful bodies that you only dreamt of having.

Some side-eyed you and the bag holding your own swimsuit, and you dropped your eyes to the floor, starting to rethink your confidence.

You entered a stall and changed into the swimsuit. You were just as pleased as you were when you tried it on the first time. Finally, you had found something that flattered you. You were terrified to open the door of the stall, knowing you'd be greeted with stares from prettier girls.