Bucky Barnes Imagines

Woman (Bucky x Plus-sized Reader Modern AU)

Author's Note: "Woman" by Kesha is the number one track on my Guilty Pleasures playlist. No matter what mood I'm in or what crap I have waded through during my day this song never fails to give me back some of my spark.

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I buy my own things, I pay my own bills
These diamond rings, my automobiles
Everything I got, I bought it
Boys can't buy my love, buy my love, yeah

Hell yes. Now this is what I'm talking about. You asked Alexa to pump the volume up to eleven and grooved your way across the kitchen floor. Cleaning might be the worst ever but the right playlist can make all the difference. Peeling off the ratty tee you'd been cleaning in all morning you wiped the sweat from your face and chest and tossed it into your laundry basket. This left you in a cute and comfy bralette and your favorite boyshorts, showing way more skin than you're used to but hey, this is your apartment! Your safe space, and you loved the way you felt in these clothes (even if no one would ever appreciate the view but yourself).

I do what I want, say what you say
I work real hard every day

You attacked the last chore on your to-do list with renewed energy, swishing the mop back and forth to the music. Hips moving to the beat you really let loose, belting out the lyrics with an enthusiasm you'd never dare show in public.

I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright
I don't need a man to be holding me too tight
I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, that's right
I'm just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I'm a motherf*cker

Little did you know you weren't as alone as you thought....

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Bucky could hear the bass thumping before the elevator door even opened. Ah, must be cleaning day. He smiled to himself as he passed your apartment door, fumbling around his grocery bags for his keys. When he finally got his door open he nearly tripped over a package he hadn't seen leaning against his door. Setting down his bags he bent to retrieve it, laughing softly at the sight of your name. Looks like Stan the mailman is playing Cupid again. Not that he needed a reason to pop over and see you, but the occasional "misdelivered" mail sure did make it convenient. Once his groceries were put away he changed into something more casual and checked his hair in the mirror before rolling his eyes at himself. Snap out of it Barnes, she doesn't even see you that way. Still, it didn't stop him from looking over his appearance one more time before heading out.

Grabbing your package he stepped back down the hall and knocked on your door. No response. The music sounded even louder than before so he knocked again, this time with a bit more force. Still nothing. He fingered the keys in his pocket, hesitating only a moment before deciding to let himself in. Not "technically" an emergency but surely you wouldn't mind... A wave of sound nearly knocked him over as he opened your door but it was immediately worth it. The sight that greeted his eyes would be one he wouldn't soon forget.

The first thing he noticed was your hair, normally down and ramrod straight, now thrown up into a messy bun, flyaways and frizz sticking out every which way and framing your face like a literal halo. Beads of sweat dotted your makeup-free face, your eyes closed as you sang and swayed your way around the mop before swiping it across the floor again. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming, taking in every one of your gorgeous curves from your shoulders to your hips to your ankles and back up again, swallowing thickly as every inch of you moved to the beat with grace and confidence. Gone was the shy, blushing neighbor who was always so covered up that all he had was his imagination to fill in the blanks. This... this was something else. And it was infinitely better than anything his imagination could have come up with. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should feel guilty for seeing you like this, that you'd be absolutely mortified if you knew he was watching, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. This peek into your behind-the-scenes life was an absolute gift. Even if you ended up slapping him sideways and never spoke to him again at least he'd have this moment to haunt him (and taunt him) the rest of his days. God, how he hoped that wouldn't be the case.