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muse: Bucky Barnes (1950s AU) open to: Marvel/MCU canons only / 21+ / mutuals given priority plot: Greaser!Bucky who was too young for the war and never became the Winter Soldier. He could be teasing, could be defending y/m, could be ready to start a fight, go wild.
"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', you snot-nosed square."
Ok but hear me out..50s greaser Bucky. With a motorcycle...
you give love a bad name: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Greaser!Bucky one shot
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: cussing
Tags: biker!bucky, greaser!bucky, high school au,
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this story for MONTHS and I don’t like it too much, but I figure I might as well publish it if I’m never gonna do anything else with it!!
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“What are you doing tonight?” Bucky appeared out of nowhere, immediately falling into step with you.
“What, were you waiting out here for the past fifteen minutes since class ended? For little old me?” You replied sarcastically.
“Actually, for the past hour. I skipped last period.”
“Wow, my hero,” you deadpanned.
He chuckled and took a puff of his cigarette.
You plucked it from his lips.
“Hey!” he protested, smoke leaving his mouth with the syllable.
“First lesson, I don’t go out with smokers,” you dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it as you continued walking, “So if you have more of those in your pocket, then I think the entirety of tonight is booked for me.” You grinned over at him as he shoved his hands in his pocket, defeated.
“Fine, fine, whatever.”
“What, am I not worth the chase anymore if it means you have to give up your gross addiction?” You fake pouted, actually hoping he’d agree and leave you alone.
“Aw, no, you won’t get off that easy, darlin’,” his strikingly white teeth sparkled as he gave you a large grin, “So, I guarantee, no cigs. Is tonight looking a little more free now?”
“It’s actually looking a little more boring. Wanda and I are having a study sesh for most of it.”
“Cancel.”
You stopped walking, “Cancel plans with my best friend that will help me do better in school in order to have some weird, ‘wild’ night with Bucky Barnes? You really think you’re hot shit, huh?”
“Nah, nah,” he replied, raising a perfect eyebrow, “I know I am.”
You gave a short laugh, “Ah, clever,” you picked up your gait again, “It appears there is a brain behind that big leather jacket.”
“You bet, sweetheart. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you take the jacket off,” he winked.
You laughed, unimpressed, “If I’m lucky? More like if you’re lucky. Try those BS lines on some other chick, baby.”
You pushed past him and continued toward your car.
“Alright, alright. You’re right.” He put a hand to his heart, “I would be lucky. So whaddaya say, darlin’?”
You tilted your head to the side and stepped forward to face him. “What do I say?” You repeated.
You grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled his smug grin an inch away from your lips.
“The answer,” you whispered, “Is no.”
You grinned and pushed him away from you with a laugh, his eyebrow furrowed with confusion at how you not only rejected hooking up with him, but also even just a kiss with him.
“See ya Monday, baby,” you yelled over your shoulder, strutting down to your car at the end of the lot.
***
You sung along under your breath with the song playing gently in the background of your room as you typed in the problem into your calculator.
“Oh, perfect,” you frowned, looking between the calculator’s answer and your own, “That is nowhere near what I got. Amazing,” you pushed the books off your lap and groaned, sitting back against your bed. “This is hopeless. I’m gonna fail Calculus, and then I’m gonna fail high school, and then no college will ever accept me and I’ll have to spend my life trying to climb the ranks at McDonalds.”
“Mmm, yup, you’re right,” Wanda replied, laying down next to you. “This one test in one subject will completely blow past your 4.0 GPA and doom the rest of your life.”
“For once can you just let me be dramatic?” You whined.
“Hmm. No I don’t think so.”
You rolled your eyes, but laughed along with her.
However, Wanda interrupted your laughing by holding a finger up and pausing.
You quieted and waited for whatever she was doing.
“Hear that?” She mouthed.
You furrowed your brow and nodded. Yeah, you did.
It sounded like muffled yelling. And it was coming from your outside wall.
You stood up and turned off your main light in order to see the dark outside your window. You raised your window blind and squinted out into the darkness, before seeing a figure raise its arms in victory.
“Who is it?” Wanda asked, beside you.
“An utter idiot,” you replied, unlocking your window and pushing the glass open.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You shouted down at him.
“Getting your attention. And checking your alibi,” Bucky looked Wanda up and down.
“Yes, genius,” you yelled back, “I wasn’t lying. I was actually studying. I know you aren’t familiar with that term, but it is, in fact, a real thing. Why are you even here?”
“I was in the neighborhood and I figured I’d stop by.”
“You’re always in the neighborhood. You literally live four houses down.”
“Oh do I? Hmm, hadn’t noticed.”
You rolled your eyes, “What do you want, motorcycle boy?”
“Motorcycle boy? Oh, come on, doll, I’m worth more than that.”
“Well, now that I see how much you hate that name, you’re forever branded with it.”
“Fine, fine, I walked right into that one. But how about YOU walk yourself down here and go out with me?”
“Or how about no?”
“Come on, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to agree one of these times. I’m trying my hardest here.”
“I certainly do NOT have to agree. But you can keep trying all you want. In fact, feel free to wait outside this window all night. Hell, build a fort down there and sleep here. I don’t care. This is never gonna happen, baby.”
You waved before shutting the window.
“Aw, come on,” he grinned at you.
You closed the blind and huffed back on the bed, ignoring the muffled noises from outside the window.
“So,” Wanda laughed, “What’s the deal with him?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrugged it off.
“He’s cute, you should go for it.”
“Wanda! Not helping!”
“What? What’s so wrong with him? He’s hot, and he seems pretty sweet.”
“Can we just stop talking about this? This is exactly what he wants us to be doing, and I refuse to give in to the enemy.”
Wanda just laughed, but complied nonetheless.
***
“Fancy meetin’ you here stranger,” a deep voice came from behind you.
You sighed and turned around, readjusting the grocery shopping basket in your hand, “You following me?”
“Believe it or not, sweetheart, you’re not the only one who needs to eat.“
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
“Alright you got me. To be honest, I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit. But no, Miss Egomaniac, I had no idea you were here. I’m actually just here to buy this,” he reached past you to grab something, getting dangerously close as his shoulder-length hair brushed across your cheek.
You froze in your spot, not sure how to react, especially when jesus did he always smell this good?
He pulled back, though returning to a spot much closer than he was before.
He held up a Coke, spinning it around to see the label.
“Hmm, ‘Share a Coke with Your: Better Half.”
He looked directly at you, smugly, as he twisted the cap off and took a long drink.
“Oh, you’re one of those people, huh,” You spoke up, “Using the product before you buy it?”
He shrugged, swallowing the soda, “What’s it matter if I’m buying it either way? They’ll get my money soon enough.”
You shook your head and crossed your arms.
“Come on,” he waved it in front of your face, “We can’t disrespect the bottle, now, can we, Better Half?”
“We absolutely can. Those names are arbitrary anyway; it’s just to get more sales.”
He pushed the bottle toward your further, and you looked down at it.
Ugh. FINE.
You snatched the bottle and took a quick swig. You swallowed it and shoved the bottle back in his hand before pushing past him and down the aisle.
“Aw, come on, doll, it wasn’t that painful!”
“Yes, it was!” You called over your shoulder.
You heard him chuckling as you shook your head and turned into a different aisle.
***
You shut your locker to find Bucky on the other side of it.
“So, how’d you do on that test you studied so hard for?” He asked, one arm leaning casually against the wall.
“Good, I think,” you began walking, “But grades won’t come out for a few more days so that’s TBD.”
“Was it worth blowing me off for?”
“I seem to recall you made multiple appearances during my weekend, so I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“You still blew me off.”
“Only in your dreams,” you sniped back, staring him down with the statement’s double entendre implications.
He looked away, a large, impressed grin on his face, “Alright, that was a good one, I’ll admit it.”
“Plenty more where that came from, motorcycle boy,” you smiled, stepping away from him to go to class.
“‘Plenty more?’ So you admit you’ll keep talking to me?” He called after you, a proud smile on his lips.
“Don’t count on it!”
***
You were walking down the steps toward the parking lot to see Bucky leaning against his motorcycle and waiting for you. Again. Except this was the first time that you caught him before he caught you. But before you could start the conversation, Bucky had already seen you and was by your side.
He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
“You know, you can’t just come up to me everyday to try to convince me to go out with you.”
He furrowed his brow, “And why’s that?”
You snorted, “‘Cuz, you just can’t!”
“Well, would you like me to stop?”
You bit your cheek, not sure. You naturally wanted to say yes, like you always did, but that wasn’t completely true. You kinda liked him bothering you. For some odd reason.
“What’s this?” Bucky teased, “Is the great Y/N hesitating in rejecting me?” He chuckled, “Either you’re losing your mind or I’m finally getting to you.”
“I’m gonna go with the former,” you replied, “Much more likely.”
“Sure, sure.”
He was wearing sunglasses that framed his face perfectly, and you were annoyed at the way they partially hid his (beautiful eyes) expressions from you.
So, you took them.
You reached forward and slid them off his nose, and then plopped them onto your own.
“I believe I was using those,” he squinted, his eyes readjusting to the brighter sunlight he was being exposed to.
“And now I am. Go figure.”
“Will I be getting them back any time soon?”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
He laughed, and you caught sight of the gum he’d been chewing in his mouth.
“Since when do you chew gum?” You furrowed your brow slightly.
“Since I started trying to quit smoking. Turns out it’s bad for your lungs or something. Who knew, right?”
You crossed your arms, smiling, “Yeah. Who knew.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re winning.”
“Hmm, well, it seems to me that I am at the moment...?”
“Shut up.” He was... kind of blushing. Woah.
“Look,” he continued, “As much as I love this exchange, I do have to get home right now.”
“Then go. I’m not stopping you,” you told him, beginning to walk away toward your own car.
“Maybe not purposefully but you definitely are,” he replied, hopping onto his motorcycle. You just shook your head, before straightening up and blinking in realization.
“Oh, hey,” you paused, “do you want your sunglasses back?”
He stopped for a moment before shrugging, “Nah. You look better in them anyway, sweetheart.”
He winked before revving his engine and speeding away.
‘You look better in them anyway.’
After seeing him wearing them, you weren’t too sure about that...
***
You were lying in bed, scrolling on your phone when you heard a familiar thumping.
Yup. It was him again. But 1am?! Seriously?!
You opened up your window and prepared to yell down at him, “Barnes, what the he-”
“Y/N?”
You frowned. That wasn’t his normal casual-and-smugly-charming attitude. Something was wrong. You could tell immediately.
“Can I... can I come up?” He asked quietly.
“Buck, my parents would kill me if-“
“Please?” His voice cracked slightly on the single syllable and you exhaled.
“Alright. I’ll meet you at the front door.”
You silently crept down the steps and to the front door.
Slowly, you opened the door to see Bucky standing there.
God, you’d never seen him so messed up over something. His face was twisted like you’d never seen before.
“What happened, Buck?”
His eyes flitted up to yours and you noticed the pain behind them. “Um, can we just... not... I don’t want to talk about it.”
You took a deep breath but nodded, “That’s okay. You don’t have to.”
You noticed the bruise blooming on his cheek and you could put the puzzle pieces together yourself. He didn’t need to say anything.
“Look, I know... I know you don’t really like me that much, and I know that I’m always joking around about this stuff but... can I sleep here tonight? I’ll sleep on the floor or whatever, but I just can’t be home right now...”
You nodded, “Of course. Whatever you need. Um, follow me. But, uh, you have to promise to be completely quiet. If my parents catch you here, then you won’t be able to stay.”
Bucky gave a sad smile, “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at being quiet.”
Your heart tugged and you wanted to hug him, but instead you nodded before turning around and leading him up the stairs toward your room.
You gestured him inside and began clearing stuff up from the floor so he could walk without tripping over textbooks and dirty clothes.
He chuckled half-heartedly and you looked up to see why.
“Nice bra,” he nodded towards a black lace one hanging off your closet door. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, but in reality, you were glad he was feeling better enough to joke around, even if the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“So I guess I’ll be here for the night?” He motioned to the floor you had just cleared.
“Oh, well. I mean, you could,” you mumbled, “But you can have the bed if you want. I think you’ve been through enough tonight.”
“I’m not about to potentially get you in trouble with your parents AND steal your bed from you, come on. I’m at least slightly a gentleman.”
“It’s not stealing if I offer. And anyway, I wouldn’t really mind sharing the bed with you. I just don’t wanna make you sleep on my cold, dirty floor.”
Bucky paused and stared at you seriously for a long moment.
You returned the look. You felt like this might be the first time you were seeing the real Bucky. Not that that cocky Bucky wasn’t a version of him, but this was the Bucky beneath all that.
“Really?” He asked after a moment, “I know I can make some people uncomfortable sometimes, and I don’t wanna...”
“You’ve never made me uncomfortable,” you answered immediately.
He was giving you that look again. Like he almost couldn’t trust what you were saying. “Serious?”
You gave a small smile, “Yeah. I mean,” you slipped a smile, “yes, sometimes you’re tediously confident and repetitive...” you teased.
He chuckled.
“... But I trust you,” you ended earnestly. And it was the truth. You didn’t know why. But you did. He may be annoying and perhaps stalkerish, but you knew the second you REALLY told him to stop, he would instantly.
“Thanks,” he replied simply, not knowing what else to say to communicate how much that meant to him.
“You’re welcome.”
You two stared at each other for a moment longer, before you reached forward to touch his face.
Your fingers ghosted over his bruise and trailed down to a few cuts and a split lip, “Want me to take care of that for you?” You whispered.
He only looked at you with wide eyes, before eventually moving his mouth slightly to utter a dazed, “Sure.”
You gave him a soft smile and left the room to go get a first aid kit.
You returned shortly and motioned for him to sit on the bed, bouncing down next to him.
You clicked open the kit and poured some cleaner on a cotton ball.
You cringed at him slightly, “This is gonna hurt.”
“Not as much as it did when I got it,” he half joked.
Your heart broke slightly at that, but you continued on.
You counted down before placing it gently on the cut on his lip. You could tell he was trying not to show the pain.
“You don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t sting, I know it does.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
You sighed but pressed a new cottonball on his temple.
This time he let out an audible hiss.
“Sorry,” you whispered, pulling the cotton ball away. And, for a reason you didn’t know, you leaned forward and kissed his temple before rubbing a little Neosporin on it.
You pulled back and proceeded to work on another one of his cuts, fighting down the wild feelings bubbling inside you at the act.
You dared a small glance at him to see his reaction, and saw his mouth was slightly agape with shock.
Realizing you were looking, he coughed and replaced it with cool charm, “Can I get one of those on this one?” He quirked an eyebrow, pointing at his split lip.
“Shut up,” you lightly punched him in the shoulder.
You noticed the wince he tried, and almost succeed at, hiding.
But he couldn’t hide it from you.
“Show me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You took his face in one hand, “Buck. Let me help.”
He sighed, relentingly, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off over his head.
Your jaw fell open at the bruises littered up and down his muscles. You could tell they weren’t all fresh.
“Come on, Y/N, I don’t want to-“ he looked away and cut himself off.
He seemed... embarrassed.
“Bucky, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. None of this is your fault.”
He was still looking away. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to face you, “Listen to me. None. of this. is your fault.”
He at least seemed to partly take in what you were saying, but he looked down anyway.
Most of his injuries were bruises, but there were a few more cuts you were able to bandage.
Once you finished, you cleaned up the bandages and trash, then shut the first aid kit.
“You can put your shirt back on if you want,” you replied, walking over and placing the first aid kit on your desk to be put away tomorrow morning.
“And what if I don’t want to?” He winked.
You rolled your eyes, “Just get in the bed so I can turn off the light and get some rest.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.
You shook your head, grinning back, and waited until he had slipped his shirt back on and was under the covers for you to turn off the light.
You sighed and climbed in next to him, raising the blankets up to your chin.
“Thanks for helping me,” he whispered into the darkness of the room.
“Thanks for trusting me enough to come to me.”
He only hummed in response.
***
You remember waking up at some point in the early morning, your hand somehow intertwined with his, and the sunlight from your open window streaming in on his beautiful hair and peaceful countenance.
You loved it.
You wished you could wake up to that every morning.
But before you knew it, you’d fallen back asleep. And the next time you awoke wasn’t as kind.
This time, an alarm was blaring, the sunlight was harsher, and there was no beautiful subject for it to fall upon.
You sat up and hit your buzzer, but saw nothing of Bucky anywhere in your room. You frowned and stood up, walking around for a second in confusion before your eyes caught a piece of paper tacked to your bulletin board:
Thanks.
You smiled softly and took the note off, tracing your finger over the 6 scribbled letters.
***
“What about this weekend?” Bucky persisted, appearing next to you and as you walked down the parking lot.
“You just never give up, huh?”
“I’ve been known to be a persistent asshole from time to time.”
“I think the ‘from time to time’ part of that sentence might be too generous of a qualifier.”
“Ouch,” a smile still cracking on his lips.
You shrugged it off, “I’m busy this weekend, too. You can’t just waltz in and expect me to clear my plans for you Buckaroo.”
“‘Buckaroo?’” He winced, “I think you’re slipping, doll.”
“You know what I meant!”
“You’re right I did. So, what about tonight instead?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I told you I couldn’t do future plans as it was such late notice, so you decide to try something even MORE late notice? That makes sense...”
“Well, whaddaya say?”
You hesitated, “It’s a school night.”
“And I’m not hearing a no.”
You exhaled, “Fine. You get one hour. But that’s it. And I’ll set a timer to make sure!”
He grinned the widest you’d ever seen, “Pick you up at 7.”
He started running back toward his motorcycle, but you called after him, “Wait, what are we doing on the date?! What do I wear?!”
“Anything! Actually, scratch that, preferably wear nothing.” He winked.
You rolled your eyes, “You’re this close to getting cancelled on, Barnes! Don’t push it!”
He just threw his head back and laughed.
You kept walking, annoyed, but couldn’t fight the grin off of your face.
***
At 7:00 on the dot, you heard a motorcycle engine outside your house.
At least he was punctual.
You took one last look at your tank top and skinny jeans in the mirror before dashing off and out the door.
“I see you didn’t follow my advice,” he motioned to your outfit as you stepped outside.
“Is that a problem?”
He grinned at you, “Not at all.”
He tossed an extra helmet at you and you caught it just in time before it could hit your face.
“Nice catch,” he chuckled.
“Very funny. Where are we headed?”
“Aw, now you don’t expect me to just tell you out-right? It’s a surprise, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”
You slipped the helmet on and took his outstretched hand. He helped you onto the motorcycle and moved your arms to wrap around his.
“Comfortable?” You teased.
“Very,” he purred, sliding his helmet back on.
He jolted the motorcycle forward without warning, attempting to make you jump with the fake-out.
“You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me to jump.”
“Don’t encourage me.”
Well, let the adventure begin...
***
“Aaaaand, right here,” he tugged on your hand and got you to stop next to him as you both looked out toward the moonlit playground.
“After weeks of build up, I give you one hour with me and you take me to a kiddie park?”
“Hey, it’s not a kiddie park if there’s no kids around!” He motioned around to the emptiness.
“Cuz it’s past their bedtimes. And they’re smarter than to go on dates with know-it-all bad boys who bring girls to parks. What do you plan on doing, vandalizing?”
“Would you relax?” he chuckled, stepping to face you head on, “I’m not sure if you’re familiar with this concept, but I brought you here to have fun. You seem to have forgotten what that’s like.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. He narrowed his right back.
“Come, on, Doll, it’s really not-“
“Ah!” You screamed as water spat up and hit you from behind, and you squealed, launching yourself forward and away from the sudden attack.
... And right into Bucky’s arms.
“Well, hello there,” he smirked, “Huh. I guess we must be standing in the water fountains area of the park... Wonder how that happened...”
You gaped, “You got me to stand there on purpose, didn’t you?”
He shrugged a shoulder, failing to fight back a grin, “Maybe. Maybe not. You can’t prove anything.”
You shook your head, “Oh, you are SO going to get it!”
He gave one more laugh before running off in the opposite direction. You chased after him, dodging and screaming as water spurted out of the holes irregularly.
He ran in circles, attempting to dodge you, ducking under one fountain stream and another. You couldn’t reach him, but you tried to thwap and splash as much of the water towards him as you could.
You held your sides from laughter as he got on the ground and rolled, pretending the fountains were like lasers in a spy-action thriller.
You were so busy laughing that you hardly noticed when he stopped and started running directly at you. You screamed right before he body checked you, then lifted you up and over his shoulder.
“Bucky, no!” you wheezed in between giggles.
He purposefully walked right in front of fountains, making sure to angle you and get you the most soaked as you kicked in protest.
He eventually put you down and you charged right back at him, knocking him to the ground along with yourself.
You landed on top of him, and one shared look sent you both into hysterics of laughter, the feeling of his chest rumbling beneath yours only making you smile brighter.
“You are so full of it, Barnes,” you huffed, catching your breath.
“Oh, am I?” he replied, but his usual cockiness dimmed as he looked at you, biting his lip slightly.
Your eyes slid to his lips and your breathing shallowed. It would’ve been so easy to just lean down one more inch and close the distance, feel his lips on yours and see if he was really as good at kissing as you had been imagining him to be.
You reached up slowly and threaded a hand through his long hair.
He hummed into the feeling, contentedness flickering in his eyes and stretching across his mouth in a smile. And suddenly, he was just too beautiful. Him, lying beneath you, so peacefully content, was just too beautiful that you couldn’t avoid it anymore.
You stared in his eyes for one last moment before moving forward and connecting your lips.
Fountains bubbled up around you, splashing you with cold water, but you hardly noticed.
It began tentatively, with gentle care and simplicity.
But as the kiss’s length grew on, it became harder, hungrier.
Bucky sat up, guiding your arms to reach around his neck as he reached around your waist. You slid your legs forward and wrapped them around him, pressing yourself as close as possible as the kiss picked up steam. He let his hands slide further down your back as you drug your nails through his hair.
He gasped slightly against your lips, and you grinned, kissing him harder.
It wasn’t until the fountain directly beneath you went off that you finally broke apart for air.
You chuckled quietly, nuzzling your head into his neck and biting back the massive grin across your face.
You heard Bucky’s chest rumble with a chuckle and pulled back to look at him.
He motioned to his watch, displaying the numbers 7:58, “It appears that I’ve used my whole hour up. You still sure you wanna go back to studying Calculus right now?”
"Just shut up,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing his collar and kissing him again.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Please please please leave a comment if you enjoyed!!!! <3
Angel Eyes | 1950s AU
Summary: Y/N has moved to a small sleepy town in the rust belt of America. A constant good girl, a straight A student and as sweet as a button. But when she meets her new neighbour, bad boy, Bucky Barnes will she be able to stick to her morals or be corrupted by his charms?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4.1k (yikes)
Warnings: None?
A/N: Kinda inspired by Grease, kinda just wanna use Picnic gifs x
Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it!
Gifs are not mine credit to creator
‘You ain't nothin' but a hound dog,’ she sang softly to herself. ‘Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine ‘
The music was coming from her daddy’s truck cab as she moved her final box of clothes into her new home. She and her mom had stayed back in their hometown while her dad moved all their stuff further south. And now she was here just a few weeks before she started her final year of school. She was carrying her belongings that she had kept with her into her house. Her dad kissed her softly on the temple as he took the box from her and told her to go turn his truck off.
She smiled up at him, she let her tartan skirt jump as she bounced the stairs of her new home. She leaned into her dad’s truck and pulled the keys out, spinning around to come face to face with a handsome stranger. His brown hair was slicked back, but a few strands fell loose. The southern heat had him stripped to a vest and a pair of faded blue jeans. There was a oil smear on the bridge of his nose, which was settled between piercing blue eyes, that were bearing down on her. She couldn’t look at them too long, so her eyes dropped to his plump pink lips and his sharp jawline that set her heart racing.
‘H-Hello,’ she managed to gasp out, her back pressed to the door of her dad’s truck.
‘Well, I ain’t seen you around here before,’ his voice husky, making her shiver.
‘I-I’m new. Just moved in,’ she told him, nodding to the house where the screen door was closed.
She turned back to him, watching how his eyes roamed her body, causing her to narrow her eyes.
‘’Scuse me, mister,’ she snapped, pushing past him, but he gripped her wrist turning her round to face him.
‘I live next door,’ he said, nodding across the field towards the big white house. ‘My momma sent me over, see what the big commotion was. Didn’t realise that anyone was moving into the Old McKenna Farm.’
She watched him carefully now, ‘Well, we are. My daddy brought all our stuff down a few weeks ago. Maybe ya ain’t as perceptive as ya thought, mister.’
‘Bucky.’
‘Huh?’ she asked, her brow arched at him.
‘Name’s Bucky, doll,’ he said with a smirk.
‘Ain’t no one called Bucky. What kinda name is that?’ she bit back.
‘It’s my name, that’s what it is,’ he retorted.
She heard her father call for her, and she turned on her heels before Bucky grabbed her hand again.
‘Wait! What am I supposed to call you doll?’
She pulled her hand away, racing up the steps of her house not answering, she paused as she reached her porch. Her heart wasn’t thumping because of her short run, she hung from the pillar that held up her porch, as she called back at him.
‘You can call me Y/N!’
She had a few weeks before school started, meaning that she had nothing to do. She was sitting in the tyre swing in the big tree by the barn, her feet bare tickling the grass under her. Her hair was tied back with a bandanna, her checked shirt tucked into her jeans as she enjoyed the cool summer breeze.
‘Hello, darlin’. Fancy seein’ you here.’
She sat up, pushing her sunglasses away from her face, looking over to see Bucky standing over her.
‘’S my house, ain’t it?’ she responded, with a shrug.
He smiled at her, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watched her.
‘My daddy won’t like you comin’ round, hear you got a reputation in this town,’ she responded, slipping out of the tyre.
‘I’m offended, doll. What’d ya hear about me?’ he asked, taking a step towards her.
She shrugged, she had spoken to some girls after church at the weekend. She told them she had moved into the McKenna farmhouse and they all ohed and ahed about her neighbour. He was a bad boy, trouble with a capital T. He played with girls like they were dolls, he rode round in his motorbike and was as dangerous as he looked.
‘A girl hears things,’ she responded as she began to make her way back to house, despite the weak feeling in her legs.
‘Hey, doll,’ he called, running after her. She was far enough away from her house that her mother wouldn’t hear them. Hopefully she wasn’t looking out the back window. And her dad was at work, so she didn’t have to worry about him seeing her with Bucky.
She huffed as she turned around to face him, arms folded, a pout on her face. Bucky chuckled at her.
‘Come to the creek with me,’ he said.
‘I ain’t going anywhere with you, Bucky Barnes!’ she retorted. She was chewing the inside her cheek at the thought. She knew that if she got into a swimsuit with Bucky around he would try and have his way with her. And she was a good girl, a pure girl. She wasn’t gonna get mixed up with Bucky Barnes. She was going to go off to college next way, find a nice boy and settle down. Bucky and his piercing blue eyes and his intoxicating voice did not fit into her life. Even though the thought of him filled her senses at all times.
She would watch him from the window as he drove his motorbike in and out of his house. When he pulled his shirt off as the sun peaked in the sky, the sweat dripping down his defined muscles. She hated to admit how he made her feel like jelly.
‘Come on, doll. It ain’t even eleven o’clock and I’m already sweating. It’ll help you cool down. No funny business.’
‘Boys like you don’t know what no funny business means, Bucky,’ she returned.
He frowned at her words, ‘Ain’t like that, doll.’
She rolled her eyes at this, ‘It’s always like that.’
She turned, leaving him standing her back garden as she raced into her house.
‘Who’s that boy that is always hangin’ round the house?’ her father asked, as she set the jug of juice in front of him.
‘What daddy?’ she asked, blinking innocently as she took her seat at the table.
‘That boy, with the motorbike,’ her father continued, eyes narrowed.
‘Oh! He’s the neighbour boy,’ she said, her heart thumping as she noticed her father’s face darken. ‘Came over to see what was happening. Apparently, no one knew we were movin’ in.’
‘Well, he’s here an awful lot. Hope you ain’t carrying on with him,’ he snapped.
‘No daddy, I ain’t, I swear,’ she gasped out.
‘I know you’re a good girl,’ he replied, squeezing her hand, as he did an emotional 180. ‘I don’t trust boys like that, only wanting one thing. Ain’t no one my daughter gonna get mixed up in a boy like that. You’re gonna marry one of them boys who work in a bank. Give you a good life, darlin’.’
She nodded at his words, ‘I know, daddy.’
She dropped her eyes, because as much as she did know, there was a part of her that wanted to be ruined by Bucky Barnes. Her daddy was right, he came around the house too much. Standing too close to her, touching her, running his mouth. But, God, did she want more. When she closed her eyes at night, she imagined Bucky Barnes kissing her. He would be a good kisser she had decided. According to Dot, the girl from church who lived in town, he had made his way through a sizeable chuck of girls in the small town. And people talked.
A good girl like Y/N couldn’t get mixed up with a bad boy like Bucky Barnes. And as you sat in town with Dot, drinking lemonade, Bucky Barnes rode past on his motorcycle. The sight of him caused her stomach to flutter and her core to tingle. She had to squeeze her legs together, shocking herself. Was she aroused by Bucky Barnes?
‘The devil himself,’ Dot tutted as she smirked at Bucky as he passed. Y/N’s eyes dropped, she didn’t trust herself to look at him. She was the new girl in town, she knew that Bucky just wanted her because of that. But late at night when her head was filled with thoughts of her neighbour, she wished he would take her. She bit her lip and prayed for absolution. She was thinking impure thoughts, but every night Bucky entered her mind and every night she wanted him in the most sinful ways.
When she awoke every morning, she realised that none of her fantasies could come through. Despite the wetness that was seeping through her panties from her heated thoughts the night before. She cursed as she slipped out of bed, there had been warnings of a heatwave and the fact her hair was sticking to her neck she knew it was here. And as she looked out the window to see Bucky Barnes, shirtless, dripping sweat and chatting to her father she knew she was in trouble.
She pulled on a pair of shorts and a cotton t-shirt, not covering much skin because she knew she couldn’t handle the heat! She headed downstairs, not bothering with shoes today. Her mind kept wandering to Bucky outside and she sighed as she set down her toast and headed outside.
‘Daddy!’ she cooed, ‘Shouldn’t ya be at work already?’
Her face pulled up in concern as she realised what time it was. Her father simply let out a sigh before turning to take in his daughter. She was barely covered, and yes it was sweltering outside, but she was a grown woman now.
‘Ain’t ya got more clothes than that to put on?’ he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
‘Daddy. I am sweating more than a sinner at church. I’ll have to stay inside, with my head in the refrigerator if I wear any more clothes. Besides whose gonna be looking at me anyway?’ she said, with a shrug. ‘But ya still haven’t answered my question. Why ain’t ya at work?’
He huffed out at her words, she was always headstrong. But she was a good girl, if she knew it would make her father happy she would do it. But he also knew that she was right, it was too hot and she was still a young woman. Still in school, but old enough to catch the roaming eye of men in this town. Specifically the man standing beside him right now.
‘The truck’s been givin’ me whole lotta trouble recently and she’s decided to give up. James here says he’s mighty handy with engines, so he’s been takin’ a look at it. His mother is heading into the town shortly, so I’ll be going in with her and your mother is heading in too to do some shopping,’ he explained. ‘If ya hurry, you could tag along?’
Her eyes flickered to Bucky, who wasn’t paying her any heed, he was looking into the engine bay. Quickly, she returned her attention to her father.
‘Naw, I think I’ll stay here. Maybe do some reading on the porch or do a bitta sunbathing before I got scorched alive,’ she said. ‘Make the most outta my lazy summer days.’
She smiled at him, before kissing him on the cheek and heading back inside. She finished her breakfast before grabbing her book and sitting on the porch reading. It felt like hours, when it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes, before they finally got into Bucky’s mum’s car and headed into town. She watched as it trundled away, and when they were out of sight she dropped her book.
What are you doing? she chastised herself as she made her way towards Bucky, her heart thumping in her chest.
He wasn’t pay her any attention, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. The way the sweat was dripping down his tan skin. The way his jeans hung low on his hips. And how his muscles rippled under the skin as he tinkered with the truck.
‘Want me to fix you up some lemonade?’ she asked as she leaned against the truck, keeping the bonnet in between their bodies as a barrier.
He quirked his head up at her words, a smirk pulling on his handsome face.
‘Well if it ain’t miss priss herself,’ he teased as his eyes roamed her body, and her bare skin. ‘Am I worthy of your lemonade?’
She made a face.
‘Was just bein’ polite is all. You’re helping my daddy, thought you might want something t’ drink,’ she returned.
‘I’m almost finished fixing this heap of junk, but I’d be honoured if you’d help me take her for a test drive?’ he said.
She rolled her eyes, ‘So ya don’t want lemonade?’
He smiled, ‘I’d love a glass, doll.’
She scarpered off to the kitchen, quickly whipping up a jug of lemonade, she poured a glass of him and one for her. She knew her mother wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but she didn’t want to waste any time. Again she scolded herself, what was she doing? Why did she desperately want to spend time alone with Bucky Barnes?
She returned to him, handing him his glass which he gulped down in one swig. She watched him carefully as she sipped her own drink, the tart taste stinging her tongue. He returned to looking into the bonnet, and finally he wiped his hands on his jeans, looking pleased.
‘Ya know how to drive this thing?’ he asked her.
She nodded quickly, ‘Daddy taught back when I was younger. Thought it might be handy to have me know in case of emergencies. Obviously, I don’t have a car or nothing, but yep I can drive her.’
‘Okay hop in and see if you can start her,’ he said. ‘I’ll keep an eye on the engine.’
She eagerly did what he said, it took a few tries but finally the truck was up and running. She even sat in the passenger seat as Bucky took her for a drive up and down the dirt track up to their houses.
‘About that creek?’ she asked, when she hopped out of the truck outside her house.
Bucky chuckled, ‘Heat’s finally melted the ice queen?’
‘Something like that,’ she replied with a shrug.
‘Look when our mommas come back, how abouts we head on over,’ he said. ‘It’s not a long walk, but we go by bike.’
‘Ya can’t get me walking in that heat, Bucky,’ she replied, before she realised that she had just agreed to go on his motorbike with him.
He smirked at her, ‘See ya soon dollface,’ before returning to his house.
Her fingers tightened around his waist as rumbled down the dirt track to the creek. She expected him to be hard to the touch, but his skin was surprisingly soft under her fingers. She could feel his muscles move as he guided the bike where it needed to go. She had to admit she even liked the way the engine rumbled between her thighs. Biting her lip, she thought she could get used to it. However, she quickly shook that thought away. Why would she ever want to get used to this? She couldn’t have this?
She was just using Bucky to bring her to the creek! But a part of her brain was asking why she didn’t ask Dot or one of the other girls. Bucky wasn’t wearing a shirt, but had swapped his jeans for swimming trucks. She had put on a light summer dress over her baby blue bathing suit. Unlike Bucky, she didn’t need all eyes on her as they headed to the creek. She realised however, they wouldn’t be going through the town. They kept to back roads and it wasn’t long before he was helping her off the bike.
Originally, she had thought the creek would be packed, but it turned out that it was just the two of them.
‘Not many people know about this place,’ he said with a shrug as she looked at him with confusion.
‘I love it, though,’ he confessed. ‘Come here all the time. Useda come here with my sisters when I was a kid. My dad even tied that rope up for us so we could jump in. But my sisters are all grown now, and moved off with their husbands. Have kids of their own, they come swim in the creek when they come to visit. But it’s just me now.’
‘Ya bring all your girls up to the creek?’ she asked, as she pulled the dress over her head.
She blushed when she heard Bucky suck in a breath as his eyes roamed over her barely covered figure from his place in the creek. He had memorised her face already, he hated to admit it but he was becoming more and more enchanted with her as the days passed. Her hair was braided in two long plaits down her back. Her face was red now, from the hot weather he supposed. Her eyes were sparkling as they watched his face and her lips were parted, ready for the next smart words to tumble out. His eyes fell to her chest, which he had never seen uncovered.
Her breasts were covered by the fabric of her swimsuit, but the soft flesh did fall out of their confinement at the top of her bathing suit. He wanted so badly to feel her under him, he wondered what her breasts would feel like in his hands. He noticed how he could see her nipples, which stood hardened, under her bathing suit. He bit down on his lip as his continued to take in the vision in front of him. Her waist curved in, and her hips were full, her thighs swelling against the legs of her bathing suit.
God her legs, he had seen them properly for the first time today in those shorts, but here she was showing even more of her soft flesh to him. And he wanted badly to be in between her thighs. He wondered how she would sound as he brought her to the brink? But, the thing that scared him was the fact he wanted more than to just fuck her senseless. He loved how her arms felt around his waist as they rode his bike here. He loved her wit and the sound of her laugh. He loved how her hair fell into her face and the way her eyes narrowed when she was mad at him.
At this point she had followed him into the water, and was standing just inches away from him. That’s why he bridged the gap between them, brushing his thumb over her lips. She was frozen there, desperate for him to do something, and terrified he would. Her eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to hers. His hands cupping her face and he brought her in for a sweet and gentle kiss. Her fingers gripped his hair as she sighed into the kiss. His tongue danced over her lips until she opened her mouth for him to snake inside. And that’s how they spent the next few moments, tongues dancing with each other, hands roaming the other’s body.
When she finally pulled away, she bit her lip, a blush covering her cheeks.
‘That ain’t what I came here for,’ she whispered.
‘What did you come here for then?’ he returned, a sparkle in his eye.
She couldn’t answer with words, she just pulled him in for another kiss.
That’s how they spent the rest of their summer, spending long hot summer days in the creek. Sharing kisses for hours on end, in the water, on the flat rocks by the creek. She couldn’t be without him, she needed Bucky, like she needed oxygen, like she needed food, like she needed water, She learned so much about Bucky during those lazy summer days where they were inseparable. She learned that his father left them when he was a kid. Even though he was the youngest, he had to learn how to take care of his sisters and his mother.
Maybe that was why he was always the one to leave those girls before they could leave him.
She learned that he had been a mechanic’s apprentice until the older man got sick and had to shut the shop down. Bucky was trying to get people in town to come to him, but it was a long drive out to his farmhouse and he couldn’t afford to rent a shop in town. But he got by well enough. Farmers loved him and he loved engines. He could spend all day taking them apart and fixing them back together.
She learned that he rode his father’s motorcycle, and although he wanted to sell it, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to buy another one and he needed something to drive. His mother worked in the dinner, working crazy hours to support her family. Bucky would never leave his mum, not like his dad.
She learned that despite his reputation that he never pressured her into anything. He was satisfied with their kisses, he could spend hours, days, weeks, months, years kissing her. And when she was ready, and only when she was ready, would he do anything else with her.
What she didn’t learn, was that he was afraid of how he felt about her. He knew that he had never felt like this before, and he also knew that he would let her break his heart in two. She had complete control over him, he would do whatever she needed from him.
It terrified him, because summer was coming to an end, and with the end of summer came the end of summer romances. And as he watched her stretched out on the flat rock by the creek, the water droplets sliding down her body, he knew that he didn’t want this to be a fleeting summer fling. He wanted more.
But how could he ask her to give up everything for him? Neither of them had discussed the future, they hadn’t even spoken about what they were. No one knew about them, especially not her parents. And he couldn’t blame her, he knew about his reputation and he didn’t want her mixed up with that whole thing.
Summer days turned cooler, and soon turned to autumn. But she never left his side. Every afternoon, she spent hours in his yard doing her homework while he worked on whatever vehicle he was working on. He had been getting more costumers now because word of mouth was important in a small town. She would watch him carefully, her heart thumping in her chest as she noted the muscles under his shirts.
One day, she was disappointed to see that he wasn’t in his yard working on the tractor that one of the nearby farmers left in. Her mother was off in town, like she was most weekday afternoons with her friends from the church. She sat on her porch trying to do her maths homework, thinking about Bucky. Her heart soared when she heard the rumble of his motorbike down the dirt track towards their houses.
She raced down the steps over to Bucky’s house, jumping into his arms as soon as he dismounted his bike. He gripped her tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her thighs to keep her up. Her lips crashed against his and he chuckled at her eagerness.
‘Doll, doll, I gotta ask ya something,’ he said, as he placed her down on his bike.
She smiled up at him, eyes wide, waiting for Bucky’s question.
‘Doll, I want you to be my girl,’ he said, his voice more nervous than she had ever heard it.
She blushed softly, ‘Of course, I want to be your girl, Buck. God I thought I already was!’
He chuckled at her words.
‘I love ya, doll.’
She beamed at him, ‘I love you too.’
He pulled her in for a kiss, as the skies opened and ran poured down over them. She gasped as the rain drenched her skin, but as she stood in Bucky’s arms there is no one else she’d rather be.
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summary: greaser!bucky is the new kid in town word count: 2.125 a/n: i cant believe i reached 2.2k!!! wild!!! masterlist
The time between settling down in your favourite front-row desk and when class actually began was your least favourite. Today, as you took out a notebook and carefully laid your pens on the desktop, Bruce was stumbling through an invitation to the drive-in for the weekend. The quiet kid had to speak louder that what he’s used to due to the ruckus the other kids were making as they walked into the class.
That was until the door swung open. The chatter immediately died down when an unfamiliar boy stepped through the threshold. Everyone stared, including you.
He was the epitome of the guy every girl wanted to have a shake and burger with yet the guy that parents warned their daughters about. His hair was expertly slicked back and he wore a boyish grin that was definitely many a girls downfall. He had a fitting black leather jacket on and dirt stained jeans. Your eyes widened when you saw he had a fresh pack of cigarettes sticking out from the front pocket. A pair of aviator sunglasses had been tucked into the collar of his white cotton shirt and you could hear the tattered laces of his scuffed Chuck Taylors dragging across the floor.
“Am I late?” He asked and looked around the classroom, ignoring all the stares.
His gaze lingers on yours before you duck your down, straightening one of your pens.
“Well, actually-“ Peter started to say while looking at the clock that hung beside the door.
“Didn’t ask you, nerd,” the new boy interrupted, eyes narrowing at Peter. You scoffed at the rudeness that he showed which made him turn his attention towards you. As he got closer to your desk, you could smell a mix of his aftershave, tobacco, and motor oil. He stopped right in front of your desk and moved one of the pens out of line; your stomach clenches at the uncomfortable feeling that washes over you.
“I was asking you, sweetheart,” he smirked, leaning in closer. Your head snapped up and without properly thinking, you slammed you heel into the top of his sneaker and he winced, his fist holding tight to the edge of your desk.
“Class begins at 7:30,” you stated with a pleasant smile. You could tell he wanted to make some kind of snarky remark but decided against it when the teacher walked in apologising for the delay.
Throughout the day, you learn little things about the new boy. His name is James Barnes but goes by Bucky, he’s the same age as you and is an orphan. Bucky’s preferred seat is in the last row in the corner by the window where he can prop his feet up on the windowsill and slouch in his chair. It’s during lunch you discover he drives a well used black Cadillac that had all the girls giggling and some of the guys were eying the car with envy.
Fifteen minutes into Math Bucky strutted in without a care in the world, his sunglasses still perched on his nose. The stench of cigarette smoke still clung onto him like second skin as he moved through the rows of desks. You exhaled at the smell and rolled your eyes before turning your attention to the chalkboard.
The attention doesn’t last long when you noticed the smell of smoke was still heavily present…as if he was sitting behind you.
Your blood turned cold and you freeze in place.
No. It can’t be- he wouldn’t.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, his warm breath breezing over the back of your neck. You gripped your pencil tighter as you tried to ignore him.
“Had some business to attend to,” he continued, “what’d I miss?” You unclench your fist from your pencil before leaning back.
“Stop talking to me,” you grit through your teeth.
“Aw, doll, don’t be like that,” he crooned, “I brought you a present.” You let out a scoff.
“What? Is it your class ring or something?” Bucky chuckled, the sound was dark yet soothing and it made your heart do flips.
“Is that somethin’ you’d like, baby girl? My class ring?”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed and even though you couldn’t see it, he held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “then maybe I should get to know you. Don’t you want to know about me?”
“You?” You snorted, “what’s there to know? It’s not like we’ll have anything in common to talk about.”
“That’s not true, doll,” he countered playfully, “we’re talking jus’ fine right now.” You didn’t even bother to answer him, refusing to play into his game.
Bucky released a short laugh when he saw the way you had your eyes trained onto the chalkboard.
“So, darlin’, do you want your present or not?” You couldn’t believe the nerve he had of asking that and you were fully ready to turn around in your seat and tell him that any present from him would hardly be satisfactory but Ms. Hill interjected.
“Mr. Barnes, would you like to volunteer to solve this problem?” She asked, stepping aside to reveal an annoyingly complex arrangement of numbers that were for sure going to make a reappearance on an exam.
“Of course, ma’am,” Bucky replied, the legs of the chair scratching against the floor as he stood to his feet.
There’s no way Bucky would be able to solve this problem correctly, not even close and you were just waiting to have the last laugh at his presumptuous attitude.
His hand glides across the chalkboard with ease and as he continued to work on the problem, his handwriting became visible and not only was it impressively legible but it seemed he knew what he was doing.
Before he wrote down the answer, he looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a wink.
“Answer’s twenty-three, sweetheart,” he said as he drew a perfect circle around the number, his shirt riding up as he reached the top, showing off a small portion of tanned and well defined body.
“Impressive, Mr. Barnes,” Ms. Hill said, clapping her hands gently together. You just stared at the writing on the board trying to find one flaw, one mistake that you could call him out on but none were there.
“How did you know?” Bucky looked at you with a smirk.
“Let me have some secrets, doll.”
“No,” you pouted with your arms crossed over your chest.
“Hopin’ you’d say that, sweetheart.”
You had gone through the rest of the week having as little to do with Bucky as possible. So when Saturday came and you were standing behind your mother’s stand at the flea market, a breath of relief and calmness washed over you knowing Bucky wouldn’t dare to come.
That relief quickly disappeared when the crowd started to part like the Red Sea, letting two boys stroll through. Bucky had the sleeves of his leather jacket pushed up his forearms and you had to grit your teeth from making a sound at the sight.
“Where’s the food?” The boy next to Bucky growled, combing his fingers through his hair.
“Jesus, Stevie. You always thinkin’ ‘bout food,” Bucky said as he took out his wallet and thrusted it against his friend’s chest, “get whatever you like.”
“What are you doing here?” You asked once his friend had scurried away.
“That’s no way to treat a customer,” he smirked and leaned against the table.
“Seeing how you just gave your wallet to your friend, you’re not a customer.” Bucky laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners while his nose scrunched up.
“You’re right darlin’. How ‘bout I make it up to you with that present I was talking about?”
“And where is this present? Because I don’t see anything.” The wolfish grin he shows you had sent a shiver down your spine.
“Left it in my car. Maybe you could take a little ride with me when you’re done.” Bucky was so shameless and he could tell you were enjoying it, the subtle flush on your cheeks and the way you avoided his gaze didn’t help you.
“I can’t,” you replied and suddenly you felt bad for denying him anything, like this would be the end of him pestering you, “I got…a date with Bruce.”
Bucky’s jaw visibly clenches. He stands up straighter while smoothing out his jacket. His friend comes back with an arm full of food, dropping something just as he stood beside Bucky.
“Fuck,” he muttered the same thing that was on Bucky’s mind.
It was late at night on a Sunday and you were still awake. The events from not only the day before but the week had been on reply in your mind, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. When you closed your eyes, all you could see were the light blue ones staring back at you, his soft red lips twisting upwards into a smile and how good it felt when he stood close. You could hear his deep soothing voice loud and clear.
“Y/N! Sweetheart!” You shut your eyes tighter because there was no way you could be in that deep to the point where his voice was as clear as day.
“I know you’re-you’re up there!” The voice was slurred and a lot slower than Bucky’s usual tone. The window shook a little and your eyes snap open, seeing a tiny rock hitting the glass every few seconds.
“Sweetheart- I know this’s your room.”
You swung your legs over the side of your bed and quickly moved to the window. When you looked out and saw Bucky swaying at the bottom, you lifted it open; immediately noticing the whiskey bottle in one hand and his beloved leather jacket thrown carelessly on the well manicured lawn.
“What are you doing?” You hissed, afraid your parents might wake up.
“There y’are sweetheart,” he lazily smiled at you, “look,” he said and pointed to his jacket, “I got-got your present. Told’ya I got somethin’ for you.”
On his jacket you see a beautiful bouquet of brightly coloured flowers all wrapped up in a nice and neat bow. Your skipped a beat and it was nearly impossible for you to resist the smile that creeped onto your face.
“Bucky.”
“What’d ya say, sweet-sweetheart?” He shouted in a whisper, inching closer to the house. Without a second thought, you turned around and ran around your room trying to find a jacket you could use all while hearing Bucky drunkly ask for you in varying tones of sadness.
“Bucky!” You hissed louder as you stepped outside, closing the front door behind you quietly.
“You look pretty.You should dress like this for me more oft-often.” You ducked your head and pulled the jacket tighter around your body in an effort to cover up your night gown from him.
“Noo-oo, darlin’. I said you look pretty.”
“Why are you here and at this time?” He stumbled back a few steps and you reached out to grab him by his arms, pulling him back to you.
“Told’ya. Got your presents.”
“You got me one.”
“Nah-uh,” he shuffled around, digging in his pocket before excitedly pulling something out, “got ya that ring you wanted.”
“Bucky.”
“’S not a class ring so sorry about th-that.”
“You don’t even know me,” you said as you took the ring from him pushing it toward you.
“’S why I wanted ya to have it. You’re different, like-like a good different. Jus’ wanna know you. Jus’ wanna have you.”
You play with the ring in your hands letting the moonlight reflect off the small diamond in the middle. It looked old, it could be a heirloom and that made it all the more special. You could feel Bucky’s gaze on you and only looked up when you heard the whiskey bottle hit the grass.
“Put it on.” He held his hand out and you placed your hand in his. He took the ring from you and carefully and slowly slid it onto your middle finger, bringing it up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss.
“We have to go slo-“ The word left hanging in the air once you felt his lips on yours. You don’t stop him because kissing him brought warmth through your whole being, it made you happy. His hand reached up and cupped your jaw as your arms snaked around his neck, eliminating all the space between your bodies.
“Oh sweetheart,” Bucky groaned lowly, “we’ll take this as slow as you’ll like.”
“Yeah?” You asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, baby girl,” he kissed your lips quickly, “‘M not goin’ anywhere,” he mumbled against your mouth.
this is my first time writing something-ish like greaser!bucky so be kind im smol
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you’re the one that i want
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
summary: Greaser AU - Bucky wants you, but it’s going to take some convincing.
requested by: @emmandhercoffecrisp - Greaser Bucky x Reader like from the movie Grease
warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking, a poorly-written ending?
word count: 1946
a/n: This is inspired by the setting of Grease more than the actual movie? I hope that was what you were after! Feedback is always appreciated :). Title inspired by this.
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Bucky Barnes liked his car. He liked his leather jacket, the cologne he got for Christmas, and smoking the occasional cigarette. He liked spending his Friday nights at the drive-in with a different girl every week, restoring rusting cars and hanging out with his Howlies.
He also - according to your friends, Natasha and Wanda - liked you.
You found that hard to believe.
A broad shoulder clad in worn leather slips into your peripheral. Leans itself against the locker beside you and you fight the urge to grin. Focus on pulling out your English books and loading them onto your arm.
“So. Dinner? Tonight?”
“I could swear that you know how to speak in a full sentence, James.” Your response is teasing and he chuckles, throws his head back and shakes it.
“C’mon, doll! You know that my Ma is the only one who calls me James.”
“I’m not your doll, James.” You sing-song, still refusing to meet his eyes and he ducks his head closer, chestnut tendril threatening to slip out of its place from behind his ear.
“You could be.” His voice is warm, fans out across your cheek, and you hope to all things holy that he didn’t notice your shiver. The goosebumps that prickled on your skin because he was so close to you; his eyes, a shining blue and his cologne overwhelming your senses - spicy and musky cinnamon and cedar and you wanted to revel it in but you couldn’t.
“Keep dreaming.” A wink from you this time as you slam your locker shut and spin on your heel, beginning your hike to your English class that you were guaranteed to arrive a minute late to - no thanks to the ridiculously punctual Mr Abrams.
Heavy footsteps follow behind you, his long stride catching up easily and falling into a casual pace beside you. His head swivels to focus on yours; pointedly ignoring his presence as he slings an arm around your shoulder.
It’s a welcomed weight. Warm. And you so desperately want to curve into him, bury your face and body into the crook of his neck or broad expanse of his chest.
You don’t.
He continues.
“I do. Dream - I mean. I want you to.”
“You’re not making much sense, Barnes.” You quip. He groans, rumbling and heavy and you force your eyes to remain forward, continue to manoeuvre through crowds of students.
“I want you to be my girl.”
Your steps falter at that and he can tell. Shifts a fraction to the side to grab your elbow before he’s pulling you down a hallway, pressing your body against the wall.
“James! You’re going to make me late for class.”
You prided yourself on your attendance - had managed to convince Mr Abrams to allow you a few extra minutes to get to class. But given your current predicament, you were going to need a lot more than a few minutes.
“Just listen, doll, please.”
He has you cornered and you aren’t completely sure that you want to escape. A warm hand rests on your waist while the other holds his weight against the wall - you can’t look anywhere but his eyes. They’re darker in this position, pupils blown wide and you lick your lips, swallow the lump in your throat.
“I don’t know why you’re saying these things. Everyone knows you’re dating Dot.” A whispered comment and he sighs in response. Dares to take a step closer, his body an inch away from your own.
“I’m not dating her.”
“She was wearing your jacket, James. Besides, Katie says that she saw the two of you at the drive-in last Friday.”
“Fuck Katie.”
A narrowed glare from you and he mumbles an apology, shakes his head once more. You wanted to reach around him, let his chestnut locks flow free; silky and slicked back - but you keep your hands to yourself, tighten your grip on your books instead and hold them close to your chest.
“It was nothing, doll.”
“I know you, James Barnes. You don’t go to the drive-in for nothing.” You accuse.
Your tone is light but your chest is not. Feel the weight grow at the fact that he could be so blatant. Ask you out time and time again when he was committed to another girl.
“It was nothing, I swear! She wanted to kiss me and I said no.”
“Why would you say ‘no’?”
“‘Cause you’re the only one I wanna kiss, darlin’.” He’s genuine, a pearly white smile; cheeky, and his hand on your waist squeezes, urges you to step closer.
Any closer and you’ll be in dangerously close to kissing him. His scent overwhelming you and breath too close to your own, mixing in the air and smelling faintly of peppermint.
You somehow manage to find your voice.
“I find that hard to believe.” His face drops instantly and you take his surprise to your advantage. Duck underneath his outstretched arm and hurry down the hallway - leave him blinking dumbly after you.
The afternoons were spent in the Roger’s garage as the Howlies - Bucky, Steve, Sam, Scott and newbie Peter - worked on restoring an old car. That usually consisted of Bucky and Steve doing the brunt of the work as Sam and Scott sat on the side bickering and Peter watched, intrigued.
Bucky was confused. You had all but run away from him after he confessed his feelings. Practically begged you to kiss him, be his girl.
“I don’t understand. I’m a catch - girls like me.” He states, confidently, holds out a grease-stained hand that Peter places a wrench in.
“But for some reason, Y/N…” He murmurs, trails off and tightens the part he was working on.
“She hates the smell of cigarettes,” Peter comments nonchalantly and Bucky’s head snaps up to face him. The other boys follow suit.
“How the hell do you know that?” He asks, a mix of shock and confusion in his voice. The slightest bit of irritation if you knew him well enough, and Steve did. Sends him a pointed look not to go off on the younger kid.
“I sit with her and her friends in AP History. They were talking about you the other day.”
He isn’t sure if it’s annoyance or pride that flushes through his chest; makes his cheeks feel warm. You were talking about him. Did that mean you were interested? You were a focused student, barely engaged in gossip, but you took the time in your History class to talk about him.
Pride. Definitely pride.
“She said that you’re trying too hard.”
The pride deflates within seconds, and Bucky scoffs. Tries to portray a degree of self-assurance even though his insides have fallen in on themselves.
“Trying too hard?” It’s mocking, but the question remains and Peter shrugs in response.
“She doesn’t know how you can ask her out and still be kissing other girls at the drive-in.”
“We weren’t kissing! Honest. We were watching the movie and she tried to kiss me and I told her I wasn’t interested. Of course, she wouldn’t tell her friends that.”
The boys are smirking at his outcry, fighting fits of laughter that only explode when Bucky glowers at them.
“This isn’t funny.” He grits out through clenched teeth and Steve can only shake his head, pat his friend’s shoulder affectionately.
“It is, Buck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up over a girl.” Steve comments but Sam is quick to interject.
“You’re absolutely whipped, man!”
He gets a punch in the shoulder for that, groans and dramatically clutches his bicep.
“Maybe she’s just playing hard-to-get?” He suggests and Scott chuckles beside them.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to say that. The girls you chase just don’t want you.”
“Shove it, Tic Tac.”
Bucky fights the urge to shush them like a teacher would and rolls his eyes instead.
“What the hell should I do then, geniuses?” A hefty scoff at the end of his sentence and he’s surprised when Sam speaks up.
“Just ask her again. Maybe she’ll change her mind.”
Bucky sends him a glare, returns his attention to the car instead.
“Thanks, punk, I’m sure that’ll work out great.”
It’s the following Monday when he sees you. Right after fifth period and walking towards your locker to switch books for your sixth. Skirt flowing around your legs and ponytail swishing in your wake. You tied it with a blue bow today, and he can’t help but grin - pick up his pace to catch up with you.
“Hey! Pretty girl!”
You don’t stop walking but you do slow down, let him fall into step beside you.
“Pretty girl? What happened to doll?” You question and his smile widens - surprised by your relaxed nature, your willingness to speak with him even after running away.
“You look pretty today, s’all.” He shrugs and you glance at him, an eyebrow raised.
“Today as opposed to every other day?” You tease and his mouth falls open, head shaking furiously in response.
“No! You always look pretty, doll.”
“And we’re back to doll.” You smile at him and he’s sure his breath stutters for a moment, heart skips a beat.
“I’ll call you anything you’d like, as long as you’re my girl.”
“Back on that, are you, Barnes?”
“You ran away before you gave me an answer.” His voice lowers, now, a soft rumble as you come to a stop by your locker. Feel his presence near you, warmth radiating at your back as you unlock it, empty your hands of your books.
“I know I did.” You aren’t looking at him and he finds a place on the locker beside you, ducks his head to meet your eyes.
“And?”
“Your friend, Sam, was saying some interesting things in English, today.” He freezes up, at that. Stupid Sam running his stupid mouth.
“Did he? That punk, I oughta-”
“He said you liked me,” a pause and his eyebrows raise in curiosity. “He also says that you never kissed Dot.”
“I do. And I didn’t.”
“I think you should thank that punk.” A teasing tilt to your voice and he can’t help but smile, step closer to you.
“Why’s that?”
You slam your locker shut and lean against it, look at him with sparkling eyes.
“Ask me again.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Hands finding your waist to pull you flush against his chest, your hands finding their way to the lapels of his leather jacket instinctively.
It’s warm - being in his arms. He revels in the fact that you let him. A bright smile appears on your lips as a hand slips up to cup your cheek, gently, the other finding its way to the small of your back - keep you close.
“Be my girl, darlin’. Please. I promise you’re the only one that I want, doll.” His voice is soft, genuine, and if lowers his head anymore his lips would find yours.
You want him, but you’re not giving in that easy.
A sweet smile and you move a fraction closer - close enough for your breath to brush over his lips.
“Dinner. Tonight. Don’t be late.” A whispered command and you’re shifting - lips meeting the soft skin of his cheek and his breath catches in his throat. Grip tightens on you, prevents you from stepping out of his hold.
You hesitate, raise an eyebrow in question and he only offers a cheeky smirk, lowers his lips instead.
“You aren’t getting away from me that easy, doll.”
A determined statement before his lips find yours.
overly friendly greaser steve and his overprotective gang
next up, sam!
Preserum!Steve/Greaser!Bucky
The one where where theres a dance and Steve wants to ask Bucky, the “bad kid”. They aren’t really friends but bucky likes to tease Steve because he blushes easily. Sometimes he leans on a locker and is so close to Steve that it would be very easy to kiss him. Steve, the small lanky perfect child with suspenders and button ups is very nervous because “FUCK WHY DOES HE DO THIS I REALLY WANT TO KISS HIM” and actually doesn’t blush that easily. It’s just when bucky is around that he blushes and bucky hasn’t caught on to that yet. Meanwhile Bucky is leaning in thinking “SHIT I REALLY LIKE STEVE BUT STEVE THINKS IM AN ASS AND ALSO HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES WHATDOIDO”
