Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU
Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol
Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!
The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.
Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.
Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.
“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.
Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.
You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.
Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.
Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.
“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.
“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”
“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.
Soon enough, Monday rolled around.
School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.
Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.
You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.
Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.
“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.
You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.
Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.
“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.
Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.
But they did. Just your luck.
“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.
“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.
Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.
“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”
Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.
“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”
Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”
“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.
“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”
“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.
“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”
“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.
“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.
“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”
- 6 months later -
Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.
Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.
“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”
“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”