sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Bucky - One Bad Night•

A/n
Hey there!
So I have a BIG Halloween crossover all written and edited and it shall be published exactly on 00:01 (GMT) on Monday so get ready!
This little imagine is a 1930s!Bucky and I got the ideas while listening to One Bad Night by Hayley Kiyoko (I shall link it).
Enjoy Friends!
-Hope

(Y/n is German btw)
(And Bucky is about sixteen years old)

(October 2016)
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Stan's.
The best goddamn club in Brooklyn. Walls the colour of gold and cherry lips, plum stools lined the dark wooden bar, a bar sticky with countless memories of spilt drinks. Cheap, red leather booths ran across the west and north facing walls while the bar looked on from the east. A large band stage occupied the south and microphones were always ready to be sung into and a jazz piano was always ready to be played.

The air was drenched with homely scent of tobacco and whisky along with the strong musk of sweat that lingered around even hours after the last dancer stumbled home.

The year was nineteen-thirty-six and America was revelling in the freedom that the end of the prohibition had bought. The ban on alcohol had only ended three years previously, even during the "dry" years,  Stan's had remained a father's favourite when it came to under-the-counter-liquor.

The bar offered shelter from the bitter winds of December that whipped your skirt up into a frenzy as you headed into Stan's.

"Dorothea, we shouldn't be here in his bar! We're not old enough!" You tugged on the hand of your friend as she fell into a booth. She looked the image of Joan Crawford with her light brown curly hairdo and crystal sapphire eyes.

"Ugh, live a little Y/n." She applied more ruby lipstick to her already rouged lips and smoothed down are pale pink dolly dress. You looked at your own dress- a black little number that looked like it belonged on one of those Manhattan flapper girls. It wasn't yours, it was one of Dorothea's many dresses.

"I am living but I don't want to be here! We're fifteen Thea! Who on earth would serve us?" You hissed and flicked your eyes around the full room. "We simply bat our eyelashes at any dashing young men we see and hope they come over." She clasped her hands together and over dramatically batted her long eyelashes. "I look like I came out last decade in this. It's so 1920s". You grumbled. "Darling you look like you're Daisy Buchanan".

You shook your head but couldn't stop the smile sneaking onto your face. "My ma is gonna kill me," you muttered. "Oh please, Liesel loves me." She laughed.

"Damn, looks like Christmas came early, eh Luca?" A grey fedora wearing man slid up to were you were sitting. His olive skinned friend came from behind him. "Sure does".

You rolled your eyes while Dorothea blushed and giggled. "I'm Angelo and this is Luca, what is your name darlin'? " his voice held a hint of an Italian accent.