I Just Want To Take Another Look (Bucky x Reader Rock Star AU)

1. ALL ACCESS

The crowd was loud as they chanted the band's name Steve was out there strumming his guitar as Bucky was in the back wings of the stage snorting one last line, and the show was started when he walked out they played hard the rough way Bucky sang caused his throat to turn sour, and stage moved under the loud instruments The crowd cheered at the end of the first song. Once their set was over Bucky got into the back seat of a large SUV with his security guard driving, he grabbed the whisky that sat tucked in the door of the car and took a large swig of the amber liquid he leaned his head against the front passenger seat the cool leather cooling down the sweat that sat on his brow.

You stood in a bathroom stall at the very end of your shift. "Look John, we're just not meant for one another."

"Y/n, is this about me not proposing?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No I don't wanna fucking marry you, what the hell's wrong with you? John, we're done." You hung up the phone and walked out and screamed in frustration at your now ex. "Fucking Men!"

You and Peter walked together heading for the exit of the building. "Did he cry?"

You shrugged. "He cried, laughed and screamed at me, the point is it's over Pet."

"Damn girl you broke his heart." He laughed.

You rolled your eyes. "He'll be fine."

"Y/n, Garbage." Your boss said as you walked past his office.

"Hey Mac, can you have someone else do it?" You asked your voice soft.

Peter turned to him too. "You gotta let her shine."

"Its your fucking turn!" He yelled.

You rolled your eyes. "I'll meet you there Pete." You walked toward the garbage can of the kitchen. Peter tried arguing with the man but gave up soon after.

You grabbed the gloves and grabbed the trash back and threw away the bag. When you stepped out you walked out of the alley to get to the bar.

Bucky sighed. "Where the Fuck are we?" He asked his bodyguard.

"Well it's another hour and forty till we get to the bar you wanted to go to." The man in the front seat sighed.

"Do we have any more booze in here?" Bucky asked, holding up the empty whisky bottle.

The driver shook his head. "Sorry no."

"Fuck I'll find somewhere closer to go get drinks." Bucky pinched his nose. "Uh take a right here, how's your kid been."

"He's not a kid anymore, he's uh eight-teen and got a football scholarship to college." The man replied.

"Fuck man thats a big moment." Bucky said his eyes lidded not tired. "Fuck man I don't wanna go home." He sighed. "This looks like a bar, stop here I'll be out in a minute." Bucky got out of the car and headed up to the door.

A guy younger than Bucky stood at the door. "Hey you're that singer aren't you?"

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, is this a bar?" He asked.

"Uh yeah but I don't think it's your kind of bar." Peter said.

"If there's a bar it's my kind of place." He laughed walking into the building Peter followed not far behind the man. "I need a fucking drink."

Peter walked up to the bartender. "Hey can we get this man anything he likes." Bucky ordered the drink, then turned towards the stage.

"Hey is this a drag bar?" Bucky asked.

Peter nodded."Uh yeah, we do this thing every Friday."

Bucky laughed with a little squeak at the end. "Cool man."
"Ay listen up, my best friend is about to perform." Peter says as he leans over the counter Bucky's dark blue lobes shoot to the stage.