Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a buckyxreader about the reader being plus size and bucky shows her love. After Nat says something nasty about her size. Thank you!!
Bucky x Plus size!readerÂ
Authorâs notes:Â This has been sitting in my inbox for a while now, so I hope you get to read this, anon! For anyone who feels insecure about their weight, always remember; it is your body, love it, take care of it and fuck what anyone else thinks! Be kind to yourselves always.Â
You stared at the brownie in front of you, contemplating. Your eyes in deep consternation, biting your lower lip as you thought to yourself, you really shouldnât. In fact, you know you shouldnât. But damn, if it didnât tempt you, gooey and fresh straight out of the oven. Bucky found a new hobby in baking and while everyone got to enjoy the fruits of his labor, it was a bane to you.Â
"Doll, why donât you just grab a bite? Itâs good, I promise.â Bucky chuckled from the other side of the table, already on his third. You watched as he bit into it, his jaw flexing as he chewed. Damn it all, he looked just as delicious as that brownie. You huffed and rolled your eyes. It wasnât fair. He looked as good as that and is still able to eat whatever he wanted while you, on the other hand, had to watch every single food you put in your mouth. Counting calories, watching out for the nutritional value, making sure you ate as healthy and clean as you could plus, all those additional hours you spend at the gym, only to find out in the end, youâve only lost a pound or two, sometimes even still gaining more. It was damned unfair.Â
âIsnât here,â he continued for you. âBesides, you eat healthier than her, have you seen how she devours all those chips?â he shuddered remembering Natâs unhealthy addiction.Â
She could because she looked like that. You thought to yourself, never voicing it out loud because heâd never understand, they rarely do.Â
âCome on, doll. Donât torture yourself like this. Youâre beautiful.â he said matter-of-factly, his eyes genuine, a soft smile splayed on his lips.Â
Your head jerked suddenly at his compliment. You looked him in the eye, confused, trying to find malice when there was clearly none given.Â
âJesus, Nat really did a number on you huh,â He looked disgusted, shaking his head.
âWhat are you talking about? Sheâs only helping me,â You replied defensively. Nat was just a tough-love kind of person and she was right. Of course, she was right. How could she not when she looked every inch of what a woman ought to be.Â
He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair, before he faced you squarely again.Â
âThen, accept that you donât have to look like Nat to be beautiful or whatever it is society deems as pretty,â he waved his hand at his side in the way guys do when they consider something to be insignificant and continued on, âYou already are, okay? Stop beating yourself up. Youâre healthy, you take care of yourself as much as the rest of us, what more do you need?âÂ
At your dumbfounded expression, he felt the need to further prove his point. His voice becoming more impassioned as he spoke,Â
âGod, I wish you saw yourself the way I see you! You light up any room you enter. Youâre kind and funny...and sweet! And your smile? Damn, that smile is the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes. I hate it, absolutely hate it when you let Nat get to you, why do you do that to yourself? Youâre smart and beautiful on your own, you shouldnât have to listen to her. I hate seeing you sad,â he finished, letting out a puff of air at the end of his tirade.Â
You were speechless, you had never seen him so expressive. And it was on your behalf.Â
He was being defensive for you.Â
Because he didnât see you the way you saw yourself, because he was much kinder to you than you were to yourself, because he actually liked you more than you liked yourself. That realization hit you like a train. How was it possible that you ended up like this? He was right. You did take care of your body just like the rest of them but still, you pushed and pushed and pushed for that ideal that everyone foisted upon you when you really didnât need to. Did it matter what Nat thought? Her little jabs at the size of your thighs, her comments about your arms? Do those things matter when you know youâre leading your life as healthy as could be? When you know yourself enough to not care about what others thought?Â
âAre you taking that last one?â You asked, a coy smile on your lips.
âNo,â he replied forcefully, the last vestiges of his anger from earlier still in his voice even though the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.Â
âGood,â you said confidently, grabbing it from the plate and taking a bite. Your eyes widening at how good it was.Â
âYou know, youâre the only who still hasnât tried those. For a while there, I was about to take it personally,âÂ
You laughed through a mouthful. Covering your lips discreetly with your hand, you swallowed it down.Â
âHmm, we canât have that. Bad for your ego,â You said seriously, playing along with him.Â
âExactly,â he deadpanned, making you laugh some more. When youâve settled down, you felt lighter than you had for a long while. You knew you still had a long road ahead of you but right now, in this moment, with Bucky watching, a twinkle in his eyes, you were happier. Truly.Â
âThank you, Bucky.â you said earnestly. For everything he said, for making you laugh, for being just him.Â