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.
This is like really random, but could you ever see Claude Faustus or Sebastian Michaelis swing dancing? Idk, I just feel like if they existed in like the 40s or the 50s they'd be hella hot XD like badass greasers omg!!!!! When you have the time, could you please do headcanons of this? :) (not them dancing together, but with the reader?)
Claude Faustus
Doesn’t really approve of greasers or how they dress.
He watches people dancing and just barely refrains from rolling his eyes.
His s/o would really have to push and prod him into dancing with them and even then it’s very half-hearted and he’s really not into it.
He knows all of the moves and executes them perfectly but he hates every minute of it.
He dances a few minutes and then makes an excuse to leave.
He just doesn’t like it at all and won’t tolerate it.
Sebastian Michaelis
Oh, he uses any excuse to show off.
He’d sweep his s/o into his arms and perform the moves so well and smoothly he’s often mistaken for a professional…
… Not that he corrects them, of course.
He can and will dance all night so his s/o is left exhausted by the end.
There’s no move he isn’t willing to try at least once.
He also invents moves, just because he’s Sebastian.
An unlikely au with an unlikely crossover. Titled: The Two Greasers and Their Respective Bf's. Aka, I've been stuck in a car for 5 hours and this was the best I could come up with.
🌌🌌❛ You know I love you right? ❜ Craig that’s gay ❛ But i gotta bash this
guy’s face, He said some shit bout’ cha’. Gotta protect ❜
Craig hummed out before kissing Tweek’s forehead, This was really gay
and well Tucker didn’t care. Craig threw his jacket to the ground and rolled
his shirt sleeves up.
