Punk (Chap. 3)
Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3324 (I know, long. But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)
Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters! love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!
If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping. OK, that’s not entirely true. Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous. Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?! It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—
Rap! Rap! Rap! “Get dressed!” Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door. “I’m going to pay for these. Meet me at the register.” The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on. You let out a sigh at your reflection. Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.