The Joker (j.b.b. x reader)
(based on The Joker by the Steve Miller Band)
A/N: UM. Ok? I guess I’m going to try and write now? First time… don’t hurt me pls. A 70s!AU bc I was listenin to my old mix and I was thinkin about Watergate. It’s also a college!AU because that’s fun too. Lol kay bye, enjoy!
A/N pt 2: hehe so I wrote this at 12:32am, pretty sloppy but I think I’m gonna make a series out of it! ok bye for good.
Warnings: Drug use, Language
“Okay Buck… It’s Friday night, this damn trial ain’t endin’ soon, so get your ass up and come out with me! I’m not giving up so easy this time, punk” Steve waits for Bucky’s reply but receives an eye roll instead. Steve groans at his best friend’s resistance, aiming and nailing Bucky with his own leather jacket as an act of retaliation.
Seeing his jacket attack lead to nothing again, Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he leaves the common area of his and Bucky’s college dorm room to his own room, grabbing something before coming back out to grimace at Bucky.
Bucky had been glued to their small, technicolor television set ever since the Watergate Scandal had started to gain traction. Never being a fan of Nixon, Bucky enjoyed seeing the president at his worst; his career going to the crapper after the American public finally realized what a load of crap he was. Bucky was glad to be apart of the spectacle.
“Jesus, Steve… why you gotta be so childish? This is real life shit going on… some big changes are comin’ up, bigger than some night in a hole-in-the-wall joint”. Bucky rolls his eyes, throwing his leather jacket on the now open seat beside him.
“Bigger than a joint, you say?”
Turning to Steve, Bucky’s puzzled expression immediately brightens when his face is met with the answer to his question. Steve was currently holding the biggest blunt he had ever seen. “Stevie, fuck, where did you even- I thought you weren’t into that shit” Bucky tries to grab for the roll but Steve moves his hand just before he could.
“I’m not, but I knew that one would motivate you to finally get off your ass” Steve chuckled. “Will you go out with me if I let you share this with me?”
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
“Maurice Benson, huh?” The bouncer looks questioningly at Bucky’s fake ID. “Yes, sir!” Bucky laughs out, being under the influence helping with his cool visage. “They don’t pay me enough” the bouncer rolls his eyes as he lets Bucky and Steve into the club. Bucky feels like he’s floating as he descends the stairway into the main floor of the dance club, multiple disco balls shining, go-go dancers swaying to the Bee Gees, with bright sequined outfits, all almost giving him a sensory overload.
“Hey, you wanna drink?” Bucky yells over the music and talking to Steve when they reach the bottom of the steps. “Nah, I’m fine, you go! I think I recognize a chick from one of those N.O.W. meetings.” Bucky looks in the direction of Steve’s glaring, and sure enough stands the group of college women him and Steve had protested with, specifically Peggy Carter, Steve’s current obsession.
When the two had first seen the posters for the National Organization of Women, they couldn’t have resisted going to a meeting just to be in a room with handfuls of potential dates and girlfriends. Before the meeting even started, though, Peggy had sniffed them (and their quote ‘misogynistic bullshit’) out and forced them to go on a couple protests with them. Bucky and Steve were proud to say that they enjoyed themselves and had ever since been helping the girls and their cause out whenever they were needed, leading to Peggy and Steve getting closer and bonding.
Bucky smiles and pushes Steve towards the group of ladies, finally heading towards the bar after hearing their cheers of greeting and recognition towards him.
“One whiskey on the rocks, please?” Bucky taps the bartop as he sits down. He looks over to Steve and Peggy through his blurred vision and smiles. Peggy was a handful, for sure, but it complimented Steve’s abundance of energy perfectly. They were perfect for each other. He was glad that his friend found a chick of his own finally. Unfortunately for Bucky, he could feel the impending doom of becoming third wheel settling in.
With a sigh, Bucky’s drink arrived followed by the retrieval of his wallet. “Sir, your drink has already been paid for.” Bucky looks up confused and unimpressed at the bartender, almost thinking it was some lame joke. “I don’t-” “Don’t thank me, thank the bunny over there”. Bucky’s squint follows the bartender’s point and-
-the whole world stops. He feels nauseous for a second from the lack of constant spinning but her smile makes up for it. They had both made eye contact, but her y/e/c eyes couldn’t stand under Bucky’s unrealized persistence. Her smile. Just watching her smile, Bucky could feel the ends of his own lips twitching up into a goofy grin. Her aqua green ascott compliments her Farrah Fawcett blowout like nothing he had ever seen before. You looked as if you were glowing brighter than the many spinning disco balls above him-
-spinning. Reality snaps back to him, causing the peaceful stillness her gaze had granted him to be swirled away, along with his craving for a whiskey on the rocks. He raises his gaze to meet her eyes again, his gaze softer and more welcoming this time around. She smiles at him, a delicious crimson spreading across the apples of her cheeks, errupting a whole new apetite within Bucky.
“Y/N, come on!” You turn away from Bucky, once again breaking eye contact, and he feels almost lost without it. Though her y/h/c still shines under the flashing lights, it compares in no way to the beacon that was her smile. It lit his way to her, entrancing him to her, like a moth to a lamp post, and without it, he feels his world starting to spin again. Leaning against the bar, Bucky grimaces at his dizziness. “I’m never smoking that much with that punk ever again” he grumbles. Looking up, he sees that you have disappeared from your spot at the bar and Steve making his way towards him, scowling in disappointment.
“What’s up with you?” Steve scowled back at Bucky. “This chick, Stevie... she bought me a drink, and she was so pretty and Stev-Stevie her smile...” Bucky zoned out, thinking about the curve of her lips and how good they would probably feel on-
“I think it’s time for you to go home, Buck. No one would buy that ugly face a drink.” Steve joked, dragging Bucky back towards the exit. “Steve, I’m serious... I-I didn’t just see her, I swear! She was real! Steve, noooo....” Bucky groaned as the cold air hit his face, finally leaving the bar.
“Just let me say thank you... lemme go back” Bucky slurred, still fighting against Steve. “Buck, quit it alright! You’re not making this any easier for me...” Steve tightens his grip on Bucky and the fight in him seems to wash out of him with the fatigue of the night finally hitting him.
In the back of his mind, he could hear Steve start talking about his “night of Peggy” he called it. Bucky rolled his eyes at the change of conversation, ending his night with Steve’s ramblings about Peggy while dragging him home... all going through one ear and out the ear for Bucky... his head already full of debate on whether or not the beauty he saw at the bar was just a figment of his imagination.
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