He'd never seen anything like it. There was fog! There were lasers! There was another bar and another hot bartender! And there were bubbles coming from somewhere! Fucking bubbles! And the DJ in the corner wasn’t some shitty $200-dollar-a-night hack job that Stark had hired off Craig's List. No. Bucky recognized her because he followed her on fucking Instagram! Eliza Zan was a club DJ who toured all over the East Coast, and Bucky was legit star struck. Like, legit, legit. Too legit to quit, legit!
Chapter 10 of my HS Stucky AU “The King of the Jocks: The King of the Misfits” is now posted on Archive of Our Own (find it under Jessie Lucid). If you’re down for a 90s retro rave with cute boys acting like sexy idiots. check it out.













