give the man some plums

A/N: …and I’m back! This is going to be more of y/n’s perspective this part, and I have a feeling that this is going to definitely going to be a slow burn series! hope you enjoy! ;) NOT EDITED YET!

Warnings: Mostly fluff, Talk of drug use 

WC: 1413 (we’re gettin’ longer!!)

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Sketches and doodles littered the paper of Y/N’s open notebook. In the back booth in the far left corner of the diner, she was alone, oblivious. Though the diner bustled around her, with waitresses noisily passing down plates and yelling orders back to the cook, she only heard the heavenly song playing full volume on her Walkman. The song that made her think of him. Him. The mystery man at the bar she and the girls has been in the night before. “Close to You” by the Carpenters must have played a hundred times while she sat alone, doodling in her own little bubble. It felt as if the song was playing only for her reverie that she forever repeated behind closed eyelids. His bright blue eyes, long brown hair, sort of dopey smile… It was naive, childish of her to be wasting her time drawing and daydreaming about a guy that had only smiled at her… but that smile. That smile stole her heart right away from her, and she didn’t even care.

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Looking out the window, noticing how dark it had suddenly gotten, Y/N knew without a doubt she had to start towards the common hall of Peggy’s dormitory now or she would miss the beginning of the meeting. It would be her first time going to a meeting even though she and Peggy had founded the N.O.W. (National Organization for Women) branch at NYU. She was never a great leader, always preferring to be in the background. This led to her helping Peggy with whatever paperwork needed to be completed or numbers to be crunched. Because the tasks soley needed one person to be completed, she never found a need to be at the meetings, figuring she could always just complete more work away. Peggy was the locomotive, and Y/N was the engineer, making sure there was nothing in Peggy’s path to slow her down.

Rushing down the paved way, Y/N clutched close her notebook and Walkman as she ran towards her destination, not wanting to be late and make a bad first impression. Biting her lip, she swung open the door to the hall with such a force that throws her notebook to the floor, opening to the page she had littered in the diner. With hair crazed, barely holding what used to be Farrah Fawcett curls and red cheeks, she bends over to pick it up only to be beaten by Peggy. She inspects the open page and gives Y/N a look that she knows all too well before handing her notebook back; a quirked eyebrow and smirk meant no good in Y/N’s experience. Y/N sighs, knowing she will have to explain her flustered state to Peggy after the meeting is over.

“Hello, ladies! Silence please, as we do roll” Peggy shouts over the women’s small talk, successfully quieting the room for the start of the meeting. “Borallio?” “Here!” “Cooke?” “Here!” As Peggy went down the list, Y/N tried to begin to place names with faces as she saw who raised their hands at what names. “Franklin?” “Present.” “Fuentes?” “Here!” Y/N could feel a small smile rising on her lips, realizing the magnitude of their branch. She had never realized that their group had gotten to be as large as it was today. Peggy wasn’t even halfway through the list and she had already called at least twenty names. Y/N’s heart soared knowing that the amount of women standing up for their rights could easily translate into the likelihood for change. As Peggy neared the end of her alphabetical list, Y/N noticed two names out of place, most likely being two new recruits that had not been placed into the overall roster yet. “Rogers?” “Here, doll” a smooth, but quite chirpy voice quiped from the back of the room. Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up in positive surprise when her brain finally realized how deep the voice was. Her eyes dart to the back of the room and see a broad-shouldered handsome blonde man waving. “Wow, Peggy! I’m impressed you got a guy to join…” Y/N giggled to her, as she checked the box next to the “Rogers” guy’s name. “Let’s just say that they needed a little feminism to set ‘em straight”. “They?”

Either Peggy ignored her, or just continued roll knowing that the next (and last) roll call would more easily answer Y/N’s question. “Barnes?” Silence was all that followed Peggy’s call before a loud smack echoed the hall. A few girls giggled seeing what had caused the smack before Peggy received a choked but present “Here…” Y/N’s knitted eyebrows raised along with her head as she tried to spot the source of such a strange response. The air left her lungs when she spotted those all too familiar blue eyes staring right back at her.

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Why do birds suddenly appear

Every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you

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Everything else disappeared around him until all she saw was blue eyes and long brown hair. Though he looked much more present and put together than the night at the bar, he still had the same, if not more, of an effect on Y/N. God, how is he able to exist without everything around him being enthralled by his presence. She must not be the only one so under his spell. Jesus, his eyes… even from across the room, they twinkled right into her. She could barely recognize the fact that his eyes were never able to leave hers either; she was just happy to look at them a little longer.

Peggy’s cough to clear her throat snapped Y/N back into reality, allowing her to exhale a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Shaking her head clear of thoughts about him, she nodded at Peggy to continue with the meeting. Peggy, realizing her current state, simply let Y/N sit with her own thoughts for the rest of the meeting, not making her introduce herself like they had originally planned for.

As Peggy went through their normal itinerary, Y/N grabbed the roster and immediately searched for the last name on the list. Her heart fluttered reading his full name. Bucky Barnes. She read the name over and over and over again, mouthing his name, each time resulting in a small smile playing on her lips. Bucky. It fit him perfectly. Bucky Barnes. She wondered what he could be majoring in… with a name like that, he could succeed in anything. Bucky. She wonders what her sighs would sound like as she rolled over to kiss him good morning. Bucky Barnes. What his name would sound like as she screamed threats at him to end a chase around the apartment. Bucky. What his name would sound like after I love y-

“And that’s it! Please, if you could stay afterward to help prepare signs for our next rally, that would be greatly appreciated!” Peggy ends the meeting and the women start to push chairs back underneath tables and straighten the room back up for the next group to use it. With the attention finally off Peggy, she turns harshly towards Y/N. “Y/N… are you okay? You were totally out of it the entire meeting… are you high?” Y/N’s eyes bulge out at Peggy’s accusation. “Peggy, of course n-” “Y/N, why would you try drugs for the first time on the night of our meeting? I’m excited that you want to start to try stuff out but-” Y/N finally is able to interrupt Peggy. “Peggy, I’m not high, okay? Jesus… I’m not into that kind of stuff, you know how much I value my brain cells… I promise I will explain myself completely, but can we at least do it back at our dorm? It’s a long story and…” Y/N’s sudden confidence fades as her nerves finally get to her, causing incoherent ramblings to spill out of her mouth. “Alright, alright… but you have to run the next meeting, no argument” Peggy narrows her eyes at her, still frustrated with her actions during the last hour. “Fine…” Y/N grudgingly replies and Peggy stalks away to the man that had been called before Bucky’s name.

Bucky. Just as his name appeared in her mind she felt a light tap on her shoulder…

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“…Hey, doll”

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HOPE YOU’RE LIKING IT!! please, feedback is always welcome, requests and ideas are always open!!

// @avengemebucky ‘s MASTERLIST!! \

BUCKY BARNES

The Joker (70s!AU, based on “The Joker” by the Steve Miller Band)

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STEVE ROGERS

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LOKI LAUFEYSON

The Joker

(based on The Joker by the Steve Miller Band)

Bucky x Reader

A/N: UM. Ok? I guess I’m going to try and write now? First time… don’t hurt me pls. A 70s!AU bc I was listenin to my old mix and I was thinkin about Watergate. It’s also a college!AU because that’s fun too. Lol kay bye, enjoy!

A/N pt 2: hehe so I wrote this at 12:32am, pretty sloppy but I think I’m gonna make a series out of it! ok bye for good.

WC: 1177

Warnings: Drug use, Language

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“Okay Buck… It’s Friday night, this damn trial ain’t endin’ soon, so get your ass up and come out with me! I’m not giving up so easy this time, punk” Steve waits for Bucky’s reply but receives an eye roll instead. Steve groans at his best friend’s resistance, aiming and nailing Bucky with his own leather jacket as an act of retaliation.

Seeing his jacket attack lead to nothing again, Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he leaves the common area of his and Bucky’s college dorm room to his own room, grabbing something before coming back out to grimace at Bucky.

Bucky had been glued to their small, technicolor television set ever since the Watergate Scandal had started to gain traction. Never being a fan of Nixon, Bucky enjoyed seeing the president at his worst; his career going to the crapper after the American public finally realized what a load of crap he was. Bucky was glad to be apart of the spectacle.

“Jesus, Steve… why you gotta be so childish? This is real life shit going on… some big changes are comin’ up, bigger than some night in a hole-in-the-wall joint”. Bucky rolls his eyes, throwing his leather jacket on the now open seat beside him.

“Bigger than a joint, you say?”

Turning to Steve, Bucky’s puzzled expression immediately brightens when his face is met with the answer to his question. Steve was currently holding the biggest blunt he had ever seen. “Stevie, fuck, where did you even- I thought you weren’t into that shit” Bucky tries to grab for the roll but Steve moves his hand just before he could.

“I’m not, but I knew that one would motivate you to finally get off your ass” Steve chuckled. “Will you go out with me if I let you share this with me?”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah”

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Some people call me the space cowboy yeah

Some call me the gangster of love

Some people call me Maurice

‘Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

“Maurice Benson, huh?” The bouncer looks questioningly at Bucky’s fake ID. “Yes, sir!” Bucky laughs out, being under the influence helping with his cool visage. “They don’t pay me enough” the bouncer rolls his eyes as he lets Bucky and Steve into the club. Bucky feels like he’s floating as he descends the stairway into the main floor of the dance club, multiple disco balls shining, go-go dancers swaying to the Bee Gees, with bright sequined outfits, all almost giving him a sensory overload.

“Hey, you wanna drink?” Bucky yells over the music and talking to Steve when they reach the bottom of the steps. “Nah, I’m fine, you go! I think I recognize a chick from one of those N.O.W. meetings.” Bucky looks in the direction of Steve’s glaring, and sure enough stands the group of college women him and Steve had protested with, specifically Peggy Carter, Steve’s current obsession.

When the two had first seen the posters for the National Organization of Women, they couldn’t have resisted going to a meeting just to be in a room with handfuls of potential dates and girlfriends. Before the meeting even started, though, Peggy had sniffed them (and their quote ‘misogynistic bullshit’) out and forced them to go on a couple protests with them. Bucky and Steve were proud to say that they enjoyed themselves and had ever since been helping the girls and their cause out whenever they were needed, leading to Peggy and Steve getting closer and bonding.

Bucky smiles and pushes Steve towards the group of ladies, finally heading towards the bar after hearing their cheers of greeting and recognition towards him.

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‘Cause I’m a picker

I’m a grinner

I’m a lover

And I’m a sinner

“One whiskey on the rocks, please?” Bucky taps the bartop as he sits down. He looks over to Steve and Peggy through his blurred vision and smiles. Peggy was a handful, for sure, but it complimented Steve’s abundance of energy perfectly. They were perfect for each other. He was glad that his friend found a chick of his own finally. Unfortunately for Bucky, he could feel the impending doom of becoming third wheel settling in.

With a sigh, Bucky’s drink arrived followed by the retrieval of his wallet. “Sir, your drink has already been paid for.” Bucky looks up confused and unimpressed at the bartender, almost thinking it was some lame joke. “I don’t-” “Don’t thank me, thank the bunny over there”. Bucky’s squint follows the bartender’s point and-

-the whole world stops. He feels nauseous for a second from the lack of constant spinning but her smile makes up for it. They had both made eye contact, but her y/e/c eyes couldn’t stand under Bucky’s unrealized persistence. Her smile. Just watching her smile, Bucky could feel the ends of his own lips twitching up into a goofy grin. Her aqua green ascott compliments her Farrah Fawcett blowout like nothing he had ever seen before. You looked as if you were glowing brighter than the many spinning disco balls above him-

-spinning. Reality snaps back to him, causing the peaceful stillness her gaze had granted him to be swirled away, along with his craving for a whiskey on the rocks. He raises his gaze to meet her eyes again, his gaze softer and more welcoming this time around. She smiles at him, a delicious crimson spreading across the apples of her cheeks, errupting a whole new apetite within Bucky.

“Y/N, come on!” You turn away from Bucky, once again breaking eye contact, and he feels almost lost without it. Though her y/h/c still shines under the flashing lights, it compares in no way to the beacon that was her smile. It lit his way to her, entrancing him to her, like a moth to a lamp post, and without it, he feels his world starting to spin again. Leaning against the bar, Bucky grimaces at his dizziness. “I’m never smoking that much with that punk ever again” he grumbles. Looking up, he sees that you have disappeared from your spot at the bar and Steve making his way towards him, scowling in disappointment.

“What’s up with you?” Steve scowled back at Bucky. “This chick, Stevie… she bought me a drink, and she was so pretty and Stev-Stevie her smile…” Bucky zoned out, thinking about the curve of her lips and how good they would probably feel on-

“I think it’s time for you to go home, Buck. No one would buy that ugly face a drink.” Steve joked, dragging Bucky back towards the exit. “Steve, I’m serious… I-I didn’t just see her, I swear! She was real! Steve, noooo….” Bucky groaned as the cold air hit his face, finally leaving the bar. 

“Just let me say thank you… lemme go back” Bucky slurred, still fighting against Steve. “Buck, quit it alright! You’re not making this any easier for me…” Steve tightens his grip on Bucky and the fight in him seems to wash out of him with the fatigue of the night finally hitting him.

In the back of his mind, he could hear Steve start talking about his “night of Peggy” he called it. Bucky rolled his eyes at the change of conversation, ending his night with Steve’s ramblings about Peggy while dragging him home… all going through one ear and out the ear for Bucky… his head already full of debate on whether or not the beauty he saw at the bar was just a figment of his imagination.

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Summary: Y/N is a Victoria Secret’s Angel and tonight is the first time she will be walking down the runway. Pairings: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Slight mentions of sexual activity, Slight language, nothing really A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT EVER!! aHH!! It’s kinda inspired by the whole Adam Lavine reaction to when he saw his wife modeling during the fashion show. Hope you guys like it! ________

I run my hands through my hair for what seems like the thousandth time. I stare back at my own reflection and the pre-show comotion going on behind me in the lighted vanity mirror. I couldn’t believe that it’s finally happening… I am walking down the runway at the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show. I am modeling alongside and even befriended gorgeous women like Gigi Hadid and Kendal Jenner. And most importantly, I had my boyfriend, Bucky and all of my best friends to support me there as well.

“How you feelin’?” I were snapped out of my thoughts by Kendal tapping on my shoulder. “I feel super antsy and these shoes are seriously freaking me out..” I point to my stilletos that I had to wear for my “Angel Ensemble”. “You’ll be fine,” Kendal smiled, “Once you get out there, it’ll feel like you’re walking on air,” Kendal winks as she gets wisped away by her hair stylist. I look back down to my shoes and laugh, hoping Kendal’s comforting words would apply to me as well.

“5 MINUTES TILL CURTAIN, LADIES!” the stage manager yells as an abundance of models cheer in excitement. I stand up from my chair and turn back to my vanity to put on my wings and make any last minutes touches to my look. I take a deep breath and smile remembering what Bucky had told me only a few hours ago.

“Buck… I don’t know anymore…” I sigh as I slump my head into my hands. “I don’t think I can do this. "Y/FN Y/LN you look at me right now” Bucky says with an impossible mixture of softness and sterness. I look into his blue eyes and already feel the tension releasing from my shoulders. “You’ll be fine,” Bucky pecks my forehead and a twinkle occurs in his eyes. “Hey, remember when your niece came over and she dressed me up in one of your dresses and heels, and Tony found out, took the tapes from the tower and showed everyone?” I laugh and nod my head, not quite knowing where Bucky was going with this. “Basically, you can’t be any worse then me” I scoff and punch him in the arm, until giving in and laughing. “My point is, treat this like we’re just playing dress up with your niece. Have fun with it”. Bucky looks into my eyes and back down at my lips before giving me a quick peck. “Let’s see my model girlfriend KICK SOME ASS!” He yells as he exits my room, fist pumping the air.

“And we’re off!” The stage manager ushers off the first few angels and the rest of us watch on the TV moniters to see how it’s going. I’m ready to do my best.

BUCKY’s POV

Everyone was seated and ready to go with about 10 minutes before the show still remaining, so the team just made small talk with one another. I’m so glad that Y/N befriended all the team so well, it makes me so happy that they aren’t there to support me supporting my girl, they’re there to support my girl.

“Have you heard anything from her?” Steve nudges my shoulder as we both look forward on the runway; we are only about 3 rows away from the 1st row, thanks to Y/N helping us get tickets. “No, I haven’t… not surprised though, she said that they have a strict policy about phones backstage to prevent any leaks of the outfits before the show” I tell him and get a nod in return. Just as I’m about to thank him and everyone for being there, the lights flicker on and off, indicating the show is about to start. I look behind me to see Wanda giving me a thumbs up and a rare sight of Nat smiling at me. This will definitely be a night to remember… ____

The show started and eveything was perfect. I hadn’t seen Y/N at all yet, but I knew that she was going to come out when The Weeknd started performing. I chat with the team to see how they are liking it until I see Tony and Clint’s jaws drop.

I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah

I turn around and there she is walkng down the runway, first model to go during The Weeknd’s performance. She’s wearing a white pushup bra along with a white corset and panties along with her white and black wings… and damn. I think white is my new favorite color on her.

She reaches the end of the runway and sees the team and I in the crowd. Her smile is so wide when her eyes meet mine that I don’t if my heart could handle anything more. She put out her hand and blew me a kiss, before sauntering back down to the other end of the runway and back to the backstage area.

“Damn, Barnes… if Y/N looks like that every night in the bedroom, I don’t know how you can deal with her not living with you in the tower… I’d have to hit that every minute of the day,” Tony says snidely before I give him a hard glare. Steve sees my anger and pats me on the shoulder. “Y/N looked absolutely brilliant, I bet you’re real proud.” The slightest thought of Y/N melts away all of my anger and I just smile back at Steve. “You know it.”

Y/N’s POV

I did it. I actually did it. The backstage area is jam packed because everyone’s friends and their mothers are trying to get backstage since it’s post show. I look arround for the only person I really want to see at the moment.

When I finally see those crystal blue eyes, I sprint in his direction and jump into his arms. “Thank you Buck, so much… I couldn’t get you off my mind throughout the whole show” I whisper in his ear as he puts me back down. “I could say the same to you dollface. I’m so proud of you. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to get Tony to stop talking about you…” Bucky rambles off and I turn his face back towards me and push my lips back on top of his. My plan seems to have worked, because the only thing Bucky seems to be focused on is me.

A loud cough snaps both of us out of our makeout session and I turn to see the whole team waiting to congratulate me. I give them all huge hugs (excpet for Tony, I’m probably going to be giving him space for a while). I get my coat, and change back into the clothes I had on when I first came this morning.

The whole team walks out together, laughing and in general having a good time. All of a sudden, Bucky stops me from walking by pulling back on my arm. I turn to him in confusion until I feel him wrap an arm arround me and whisper in my ear, “sorry I have to do this but…”

All of a sudden, Bucky puts both arms arround me, enveloping me in an inescapable bear hug screaming at the top of his lungs. “THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND. OH MY GOD THIS IS ACTUALLY MY GIRLFRIEND. NEW YORK, Y/FN Y/LN IS MYYY GIRLFRIEND!!” He finally stops and lets go of me and I make sure to give him a hard punch in the arm, but I’m glad he did it.